i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back
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Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles
There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining
There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.
There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.
Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:
SLEEPING BEAUTY (1959)
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (1991)
TREASURE PLANET (2002)
FROZEN (2013)
THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME (1996)
HERCULES (1997)
MOANA (2016)
MULAN (1998)
OLIVER & COMPANY (1988)
ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)
Title: She Played the Fiddle in an Irish Band
Ship: Gendry x Arya
Rating: M (for eventual smut)
Summary: This fic was inspired by the song Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran. It's the story of a drunken night shared by two of my favorite characters.
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Gendry wasn’t afraid to admit he was a jealous person. Growing up, he did not like sharing his toys with other children or his mom with the boyfriends that came in and out of her life. As puberty hit, he realized he also did not like sharing his girlfriends or crushes with anyone else. Arya was no different. He had left his mark on her earlier on the dance floor and now he wouldn’t be able to share her with anyone, not even Podrick. So when the second game ended and they were tied with a win each, he was determined to stay focused and so he could claim his prize. Gendry started feeling cocky as if he could win this because he had stopped drinking heavy liquor and switched to water and beer while Arya had continued to down shot after shot of whatever was handed to her. Arya was up and nabbed three bullseyes in a row.
“Your turn,” she challenged him with a smirk on his face. Gendry walked up and held the dart. He took a deep breath, trying to sober himself up more, and then released it. He got a bullseye. He repeated the action again and got a second bullseye. He was ready to get his third bullseye in a row when he felt someone standing right behind him. Gendry glanced back and noticed Arya had gotten really close to him.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“No, I just wanted to get a front row seat,” she shrugged him off.
“Well, could you step back a bit? I don’t want to hit you.” Arya nodded and he turned back around, preparing to throw the dart again. Just as he went to release it, Arya reached forward and caressed his ass. A chill went up his spine at her touch and the feeling startled Gendry and made him miss the dart board completely, causing him to lose the game.
“What was that for?” he shouted at her.
“You really are good at darts and I didn’t want you to win. So I sabotaged you,” she shrugged.
Gendry was sobering up, but he still felt angry. He clenched his jaw and fists. Arya started laughing which irked him even more.
“Why would you do that?” he practically shouted at her. Now she’s going to kiss Podrick.
“I wanted to win,” she responded coolly, ignoring his anger.
“But that means--” Gendry started but he was cut off when Arya put her lips over his. Gendry stood there with his fists still clenched, caught completely off guard by Arya’s actions. It took a moment for his brain to register what was going on and even longer for his body to respond appropriately. Before he could wrap his arms around her and deepen the kiss, Arya pulled away and laughed. Gendry stared at her, still processing what was going on.
After blinking, he opened his mouth and started, “But, that wasn’t the bet. I thought you sabotaged me because you wanted to-'' He was cut off again when Arya started to pull him in for another kiss by tugging at the belt loops on his pants.
She smiled up at him and said, “I don’t care what the bet was. I don’t want to kiss him, stupid. I want to kiss you.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head up so that she could reach his lips. That was the only thing Gendry needed to hear. He immediately wrapped his arms around the gorgeous girl in front of him and let their mouths explore one another.
“Last call for drinks!” a gruff voice shouted somewhere in the background. Gendry was pretty sure it belonged to the owner of the bar he had met previously, but he didn’t care. He was with this amazing person and he wasn’t going to let something like last call stop him from getting to know her more intimately right here in the middle of the pub. Or so he thought.
At the sound of the voice, Arya broke the kiss and leaned back from him, placing her arms on his chest to create a little space between them. Gendry looked at her, confused and a little disappointed with a pout on his lips.
“Save it for now, Gen. We’ve got one last performance to do,” she explained to him as she led him to the main bar area of the pub.
“Can you keep rhythm?” she inquired as she sat him at a bar stool. He nodded at her, still confused as to what was going to happen.
“Perfect,” she smiled, “Follow my lead.” Arya stood on one of the stools so that she was the tallest in the room. Gendry looked up at her and drank in her beauty. Despite the copious amounts of alcohol they both had consumed, she looked as beautiful and as graceful as ever and didn’t even wobble being that high up.
Arya cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. Once the crowd quieted down, which consisted of a few lingering couples who had been dancing and a handful of regular bar flies, she announced, “Well, you heard the man, last call. Which means it’s time for farewells. Tonight, I’m joined by the very talented Gendry who is in a band of his own, although I’ve never seen him play, I’m sure he’s quite good. And just in case he’s not, go easy on him, will ya?” She smiled down at him and he blushed and waved a hand to the crowd. He had an idea of what she was getting him into and he was fairly confident he could hold his own.
Arya had started singing an old Irish song. Her voice was warm and light. Once she got to the chorus, Gendry joined in, trying his best to harmonize his voice with hers. Most of the other people in the bar just watched them while they finished their drinks. A few of them clapped the beat with their hands and joined in for the chorus as well. When they finished the first song, most people clapped. One person shouted a request and Arya looked at Gendry and he nodded back, signaling for her to take the lead again.
After a few songs and one last song, the bar was empty save for himself, Arya, the bar owner, and Jojen. Jojen was stacking chairs while his dad, the bar owner, wiped down. Arya got up out of her seat and looked around. Gendry followed suit, but kept his eyes on her. He was certain he had outstayed his welcome and should head out or at the very least offer to help clean up.
“Would you like some help?” Gendry offered to Jojen.
“Don’t bother, we’re almost done. Why don’t you two head out?” Jojen told him.
“Are you sure?” Gendry asked for clarification.
“He’s sure,” Arya informed him, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the pub.
“Have a great night Mr. Reed!” she called back as she tugged Gendry along. He managed a smile and a wave at the two men while he tried to keep up with Arya.
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