Woahh How Pretty! Thank You So Much Blithe!

Woahh how pretty! Thank you so much blithe!

1, 3, and 10 for the handwriting asks!

1. sender’s url— i was so tempted to do just your name bc it’s shorter LOL

3. song lyric— cherry by rina sawayama! gaysian anthem!

10. random quote— from the asoiaf quote about arya’s wolf siblings in her warg dreams ( :

thank you liv!!

make me practice ;-; 💌

Did I start hyperventilating when I saw a 21k friends with benefits fic? Yes, yes I did

you made it a joke (that’s how the fun ends)

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire

Pairing: Arya Stark / Gendry Waters

Series: Love’s a Gun (1/?)

Words: 21,878

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: Explicit

AO3 / / Playlist

In between weddings, she supposes they’re little more than strangers passing in the night. But the few hours they manage to steal together are enough to convince Arya they could be something more.

Ohhh my god this is lovely! Thank you!

Also: “Huh,” Hot Pie hums thoughtfully, having been sitting on Arya’s other side the entire time. 

Ahahahahaha, that’s very Hot Pie!

Also, 14. We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other!

The fridge door slams shut. Arya looks up from her bowl of cereal with a quirked brow. 

“Bad morning?” She asks, trying not to stare too long at Gendry’s arms as he grips tightly onto his bottle of juice. She wonders if he notices that he’s starting to cave it in. 

“ ‘s fine,” he says through too many teeth for it to be true. 

“You sure?”

His jaw clenches, then unclenches. He walks away. Then the jaw clenches again. He walks back. 

“You know what? No.” 

“No?” 

“I told you not to drink any of this!” 

Arya’s brows draw together. “What?”

Pointedly, he slams the bottle on the counter. Then slowly rotates it until Arya can see a small series of black, horizontal lines etched on the side with permanent marker. 

“You’ve…been marking your juice?” She asks, because it’s just such a Sansa thing to do.

“I had to! Because ever since you moved in, it’s been missing drinks and underwear that’s not mine mixed in with the wash and- and-!”

“And?”

“And pay for your own fucking juice!” 

Arya blinks slowly, not sure what’s happening. “Okay. I’ll buy you a replacement-”

“I don’t want a replacement! I want the juice to go back to how it was! Back to before it bothered me at all!” 

“I can’t just undrink juice, stupid!”

“You should’ve thought about that before you had some and fucked it all up for me!”

“Shut up!”

“You!” Gendry slams the bottle on the counter again, glaring at her with slightly flared nostrils, before he turns and leaves. 

Arya sits in silence for a moment.

“Huh,” Hot Pie hums thoughtfully, having been sitting on Arya’s other side the entire time. 

“Huh what?”

“Nothing. Just reminds me of the time he was all mad cuz you went and put the toilet paper in wrong.” Hot Pie shrugs.

Arya swears. She had been a little drunk that night, and had to be helped back into the apartment by Theon of all people. She accidentally knocked the holder off the wall and had to clumsily re-install it the next morning.

“Or the time you got mud everywhere last week.”

When she and Mycah had gotten back from outdoor training and caught in a storm. Gendry had walked in just as she and Mycah had been throwing their shirts in the wash and had a conniption over the state of the floors.

Arya frowns. Theon. Mycah. Could it be…?

“Or when you let his plant die.”

She didn’t let it die. Just said she couldn’t plant sit that weekend because she was going to Podrick’s place to work on a lab project. 

“And now juice,” Hot Pie shakes his head, lifting his mug to his lips.

Arya hadn’t touched the juice. She’d just gone on a date last night with Ned-

“Hot Pie?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you drinking?”

“Oh some of Gendry’s juice.”

She swears. 

Hot Pie lets out the sound of a long, slow sip.

It’s not about the juice.

youre blog has such a soft feel !! it makes me think of “lover” by taylor swift !!

OH MY GOD IT DOES?! Thank you so much jess, that’s so kind of you to say!

❤️❤️❤️

a sample of what Cornelia Street would sound like mixed with Delicate