#i had so much fun though hahahaha ahhhhhhhhhhhh this is a stab in the dark

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Number 49 for Gendrya! Bonus, Arya has to be the one to say it :D Also, do you only write for Gendrya? If not, what other fandoms/pairigs do you like writing for?

okay i’ll be honest this has been basically done for a while i just didn’t feel like it was good enough but thank you so much to the bestest cousin ever ever ever @swishandflickwit who keeps picking me up and pushing me to do this haha ahhhhhhhhh i’m so excited to do more prompts please please keep them going again thank you so much for the prompt and so sorry for the waiiiit i promise that next time it won’t take as long

#49 “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”  +  gendrya

“I’ll be back in an hour, I just need to grab a few things. Butter, eggs, flour, coconut maybe, because why not, that’s always nice-” he lists off to himself as he shrugs his coat and grabs his keys. He goes for the door, but hesitates. “Can I trust you guys to take the first set out and put in the next batch?”

Hot Pie’s request falls on deaf ears as the two wrestle and argue over Netflix, as usual. Gendry plays dirty as he’s holding the remote over his head, while Arya’s desperately trying to climb him like a tree. It’s a mess of “Arya, I can’t-I can’t see” “Gimme it!” “Season 3? Already? Is nothing sacred? Wow. I cannot believe-”

“Guys.” Times like these he’s baffled he’s the youngest. “Like talking to a wall, honestly,”he mutters to himself.

“Yeah, yeah, can’t be that hard.” Gendry’s barely spared him a glance, which worries him. Arya takes advantage of the distraction and elbows him in the gut that has him swearing up.

“You guys are the worst.” He wants to think of the worst case scenario, but it feels too much like he’s tempting fate. “Just don’t burn the house down.” He leaves the two bickering idiots reluctantly, with a heavy heart.Half an hour later, they agree to disagree on what looks like the dumbest horror flick ever made, curtains drawn, the only light coming in from the flickering streetlight. She’s not really paying attention, not really. It’s silly how they argue over the insignificant and petty things, but it wouldn’t be the same, it wouldn’t be them if they didn’t. There are times where she’s just in and out of the moment all at once. Not quite disassociating, not quite there either. Sometimes she feels the need to just be, appreciating the small victory of awkwardly stumbling through their feelings and finally, finally, figuring it all out. Because this, being on the couch, the back and forth of commentary on this stupidly predictable horrorflick, surrounded by all of him, warm and heavy, as she slides underneath him, was nice. This, them, it wasn’t what she thought it was going to be, how it was all going to turn out, but, as she draws his attention from the television, his familiar weight settling, she can’t help but think this is nice. Nice was such a dumb word, but, it’s whatever.“What are you looking at?” she mumbles, not quite able to look at his even dumber face.“I’m lookin’ at you.” Her hands fiddle with his shirt, and she can feel his steady heartbeat. His calm infuriated her. Here she was with a hurricane in her lungs, nerves on edge, mind switching between fight or flight, so wound up, all because he was looking at her. Gods, she needed to get a grip.His forehead wrinkles, fingers brushing her cheek, “Hey,” she doesn’t miss where his eyes fleetingly glance and her breath catches, “what’re you thinkin’ about?” She’s hyper aware of her, and him, and them. Feeling brave, her hand comes to the back of his neck to pull him close, and she’s about to show him exactly what she’s thinking about-

A shrill beeping breaks the silence that scares the shit out of her.

“Is that the fire alarm?”

“I swear to God,” he groans, as his forehead rests on her shoulder. Her heart’s gone into overdrive and she feels like her chest might cave.

She stumbles away from the couch, definitely not to escape. As soon as she cracks open the oven, a cloud of smoke comes, stinging her eyes.

“Shit,” she coughs, as she fans the oven with an oven mit. “He’s gonna kill us.”

“He rigged this thing to blow.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

He reaches out and yelps, snatching his hand back.

Arya keels over laughing. “Safety first. What are you, five? Didn’t your Mom ever tell to not just go sticking your hand without an oven mit?”

He’s shaking his hand, sucking in his teeth, as he tries to glare at her. He fails.

She brings out the chocolate chip charcoal and they take a moment of silence for the heart and soul Hot Pie poured into these poor charred victims.

He takes a bite, and she stares in disbelief.  "It’s not that bad.“

"Really?”

“Nope, no,” he spits into the trash, and the crumbs come tumbling out, “it’s terrible. We’re screwed.”

“I figured.” She carefully takes the tray and dumps it all into the garbage.

“You think he’ll notice if I run to the supermarket real quick and buy from the bakery?”

“Dumbass, of course he’ll notice. We should get him something anyway to apologize. Not cookies though. I got this.” She hops up on the counter and plucks the landline from it’s receiver and dials. Or tries. He steps into her space, hands skimming her thighs, taking his sweet time with his mouth on her neck.

“What,” and, just like that she’s breathless, “are you doing.”

“What are you doing?”

“I just-” asked you that, she was going to say, ready to argue, but she can’t remember exactly why, or what she wants. She doesn’t know whether to allow him more space or to trap him right where he stands. She likes it like this, where she’s sitting, just a little bit taller than him for once. Her knees drag up his sides and it has him pulling every inch of her firmly up against him. A hand finds it way into her hair, the other at her side, and it’s just not fair. Her head lazily rolls to the side, phone clattering to the ground, forgotten. She wants this.

“Hot Pie-”

“Arya-” , and, he’s laughing, nuzzling her neck. Why is he- “That’s not- my name, why-”

And, she’s laughing too when she realizes. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I just-” She wants this. Wants him. And she doesn’t know when she’ll feel this brave again. Her hands on either side of his face, and her mouth comes crashing down on his, shutting him up. Eyes closed, she misses the look on his face but- He’s kissing her back, and she doesn’t miss the sound that he makes that has her hands planting themselves on his shoulders, legs securing themselves around his waist. -The remains of their take out litter their tiny dining table. “I’m still mad.”They should probably be ashamed that they don’t even have the decency to look the least bit remorseful or apologetic, but Gendry’s barely keeping his shit together, and it’s contagious.She nods to hide her grin, “Right, yeah. We’re really sorry.”“No, you’re not,” Hot Pie says, rolling his eyes, with a smile that’s equal parts fond and exasperated, as he stands to clean up. They share a knowing look across the table. Maybe they really are the worst, but she’s pretty sure she can live with that. -

so. this did not turn out the way i thought it would when i started. this was supposed to be a drabble @ me: you have no self control ffs get a hold of yourself. also this wasn’t supposed to have a title but i am obsessed with talk too much by coin and all their other songs plus it. fits.  perfectly. and to answer your question, anon, aaaalllllllllll my ships are laid out in my desktop layout. i didn’t wanna make a post out of it and i preferred something more permanent. please go and appreciate it because it’s the most coding i’ve ever done since 8th grade and i am so proud of myself haha[ao3]give me a number and a ship! :)