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Sarella, 18 :)

Part of Drabbleverse.18 - Cheerful

"Hello my sunshine."  Sarella smiled into the phone.

"I didn’t know you were stateside," Sarellla exclaimed happily.  It wasn’t every day that dad called.

"Well, if you checked your fucking email every now and then, you’d know.  How’s the dissertation coming along?"

Sarella sighed.  It wasn’t coming along very well, but telling dad that was not something Sarella was willing to admit to.  ”It’s…dissertationy,” Sarella said.

"You sound like you’re squirming."

"I’m not squirming."

"Are you sure? Because it sounds like it."

"I’m quite sure.  I would definitely know if I were squirming."

Dad laughed into the phone.  ”They’re about to call our gate.  Are you coming over with your sisters at Christmas?”

Sarella shrugged, then remembered dad couldn’t see it and said, “I think so?  Maybe.  I’m still figuring it out.”

"Well, figure it out soon before ticket prices go through the roof."

"I will.  Miss you."

"Miss you too.  Later baber."

Exhausted, bran x meera

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There was a tap on Bran’s window, and he saw Jojen and Meera outside.

“It’s open,” he said to them, and Jojen lifted the frame.

“Want to go skip stones?” Jojen asked.

“Not tonight, I’m wiped out,” Bran said, settling himself into his bed.

Jojen climbed through the window—then Meera after him, and they came and sat on his bed.

“Success?” Meera asked.

Bran thought of Sansa and that subtle smile she’d gotten on her face when she sent a text message off to the bus stop guy, Arya and her blushes whenever she obviously thought of Gendry, both of them laughing at him on the floor of the living room, Rickon and his determination to get recruited to Dartmouth, and his parents—the way his mother seemed almost chipper in the morning, the way he heard sounds of them giggling and moaning in the night, and he grinned because sure—it wasn’t all because of him, but he deserved at least seventy percent of the credit for setting up the right set of circumstances.

“Success,” Bran grinned.

for drabbleverse stark kids - 7. Amused

Part of Drabbleverse.

“Good morning there, sunshine,” said Rickon dryly when Arya tried to slip into the house unnoticed.  It was four in the afternoon, and Robb looked up from his phone and stared at her.

“Arya—what happened to your neck?”

“Shit,” she muttered, her hands flying to the exact spot where bruises had obviously been sucked into her skin.

“Need some cover up?” Sansa asked, reaching for her purse, a wolfish grin on her face.

“Shut up,” she muttered, going for the stairs.

“Now why would we do that?” asked Rickon.

Bran rolled himself out of his room, blocking the staircase and Arya glared at him.  He smiled up at her.  “Have a good time?” he asked and his eyes twinkled at her.

“Yeah.  I did, now can I get past?”

Laughter followed her up the stairs, and when she saw herself in her bedroom mirror, it was just obvious how well and truly fucked she looked.  And she couldn’t really let herself be mad.

Arya, 28, Delirious.

Part of Drabbleverse.

He watched her as she slept, curled up in a ball next to him, her head tucked into her chin so that he couldn’t tell if she was content or not.  She’d certainly looked content after he’d licked that second orgasm into her, but it was sometimes hard to tell with Arya.

Was it though?  Was it hard to tell?  It had been—had been for a little while, but was it still?  He’d certainly read her right tonight, and he had a couple of times since she’d gotten back and…

She hadn’t bolted.  She hadn’t fled from him at any point, and she hadn’t even left when they’d finished, instead curling up in a ball the way she did when she fell asleep on his couch while they were watching TV, and surely she would have grabbed her clothes and run if she’d realized this wasn’t what she wanted at all.

She might do that still when she woke up.  But instinct told him she wouldn’t.  Instinct told him she’d probably ask him if he had more condoms, and she’d stay most of the next day.

And that thought made him grin, and wrap his arms around her.

Lustful arya x gendry 

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Arya x Gendry - 90. Sensual 37. Ecstatic

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sensual arya x gendry, pretty please

Part of Drabbleverse.

Gendry looked away, blushing furiously and she felt her stomach twist into eight or nine—maybe ten—knots.  He’d been watching her.  That hadn’t surprised her.  Everyone was watching her lately.  Everyone was worried.  But he hadn’t been watching her like that, he’d been watching her like that and why was he doing that—he didn’t…

But of course he did.

Of course he did. She could have laughed because obviously—how could she have been that much of an idiot? 

And suddenly, she found herself staring at Wolfgang, watching him as closely as she could, wishing that she didn’t notice how Gendry was shifting away from her slightly, so that they weren’t touching anymore, wishing she didn’t notice that she felt cold where he wasn’t anymore, wishing she didn’t notice how nice he smelled, like soap and something else that he’d always smelled like, even when they’d been younger, and why did that scent make her happy?  Why did she—

She looked back at Wolfgang and—oh god why were she and Gendry watching an extended sex scene together?  Why were they, when—when—

She looked back over at him, and saw him watching her again, and this time, he didn’t look away.  This time, he leaned in and kissed her.

Gendry, 3. Adoration

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There wasn’t a way in the world Gendry was actually paying attention to the movie—not a way at all.  It was the shortest movie in the world—one that Tom had sent him because he was obsessed with one of the actors in it, and it was short and weird and he would probably have to come up with another movie for them to watch afterwards, but he couldn’t think about any of that now—not even Erich taking of his shirt while Wolfgang watched—because why would he pay attention to that while Arya was sitting next to him on the couch. 

She looked, for the first time since she’d gotten back, as though everything was normal again. Her eyebrows were slightly raised as she watched Wolfgang, and there was a bemused expression on her face, and Gendry knew he should have saved this movie for later and they should have watched Lost again.  Lost had like a million seasons, and he had seen them all twelve times.  He wouldn’t have had to pay attention, and he wouldn’t have felt the need to rewatch anything because hew as watching Arya and…

She glanced up at him, clearly planning to share a guffaw, but he saw her expression falter in confusion.

A/G 16 please?

Part of Drabbleverse.16 - Bored

She wasn’t entirely sure if Bran was actually asleep, or if Bran was pretending to be asleep when Arya drifted into his room that evening.  Bran was usually awake at nights, calling up the Reeds and sneaking out of the house the way he’d always done when he was a child.  Somehow, Jojen had figured out how to get him out through the window, which seemed to be enough to make Bran feel like he was actually sneaking out, even though he was old enough that he could use the front door without their parents getting into a thing.

It was frustrating—she’d expected to have him to talk to as she settled back into the house, the quiet routine of family.  She had certainly expected to have him to escape to when she was pretty sure her parents were in the process of getting it on and she really didn’t want to listen to that.  Not that she wasn’t pleased—she was glad that they still had that, and wanted them never to lose it; she just never wanted to hear it ever in her life ever.

She sighed and went into the living room, throwing herself onto the couch.  She could call Jon, obviously, but she felt like he’d probably just roll his eyes at her and tell her to enjoy being home.  Sansa was out on a date with the boy she’d met a the bus stop, and had blushed furiously when she’d mentioned it.  Robb was working, Rickon was who knew where, and…

The answer came to her so quickly that she almost laughed as she drew up his contact information on her phone and called him.

For Drabbleverse, Ned Dayne and Sansa, 60. *walks off with a smug on her face*

Part of Drabbleverse. 60 - Infatuated

She was sitting next to him at the bus stop and she was without a doubt the most beautiful girl Ned had ever seen, with auburn waves that she had brushed back and flung over her shoulder.  She was bent over, reading a book—some sort of romance novel, if he could judge from the pink of the cover.  Allyria liked romance novels, and kept telling he should read them if he wanted to learn what good sex was.  He’d been tempted to last summer when he’d been home for an internship, but didn’t think he could pull that off here.  For one thing, he didn’t have the time, and for another, his housemates would piss themselves laughing.

He wondered if it was any good.  It had to be, to put that smile on her lips.  Did she know she was smiling?  Or was it subconscious, some small pleasure on the page.

He wondered if she was a student in town, or if she was a resident.  He wondered what her name was, how old she was, if she had a boyfriend.  And before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth to ask her.

Jaime x Brienne 12. Awed

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"Wait, repeat that?" Brienne asked, looking up from her notepad.  Sansa blinked at her.

"Repeat what?" she asked.

"You said that Joffrey’s uncle wouldn’t stop staring at you?"

"Why is that important?" Sansa asked blankly.  

"I don’t know.  You’re the one who brought it up," said Brienne.  "You tell me."

Sansa grimaced, and looked down at her hands.  ”It’s—I don’t know.  It’s the dumbest thing.  And it’s probably not true,” she said.

"What’s not true?" Brienne asked.

"Well…I don’t know.  Joffrey’s always looked more like his uncle than his dad.  But that’s…I don’t know.  It’s stupid.  Jon looks more like my dad than his.  So that happens sometimes."

"I am sensing a but in there," Brienne prompted.

"Well…It’s more that…I don’t know.  Joffrey’s blonde and has green eyes, and I am definitely not a biology person, but isn’t there something about dominant and recessive traits…and…Nevermind.  It’s stupid.  I’m stupid."

"You’re not stupid," said Brienne emphatically.  Sansa still did that—still called herself stupid whenever she was backing away from her instinct.  Brienne made a note of it on her pad.

"No, I’m not," Sansa said placatingly, "but I mean—come on.  Joffrey’s not…he can’t be his uncle’s son.  That’s ridiculous.”

"Well, it’s not if you think it might be the case," Brienne replied, and she wondered if it could possibly be true, that Joffrey was Jaime Lannister’s son.

59. Hysterical, Arya and Sansa

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It had been a long time since Sansa had laughed. A long time since Arya had laughed. And an even longer time since they had both laughed at the same time. Bran rolled his eyes.

"It’s not actually as funny as you think it is, you know," he muttered, glaring at them.

But neither of them could respond.  Arya, indeed, had slid off the couch and was rolling around on the floor, clutching her belly, her face red and screwed up with laughter.  Sansa’s head was in her hands and she was shaking and gasping for air.

"I don’t know why I bother talking to either of you," he muttered, but neither of them were looking at him, and they couldn’t see him smiling, and he was so close he could almost feel it.

Bran and Sansa - 69. Loyal

Part of Drabbleverse.

Sansa’s phone buzzed and she reached across her bed to grab it and see who had sent her a message.

Bran: Since I can’t come upstairs to you, will you come down to me, and consider it the equivalent of me knocking on your door to keep you company?

Sansa smiled and rolled herself off her bed, descending the stairs and going into Bran’s room.  He was sitting in his bed, his laptop on his lap, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"What’re these from?" she asked, pointing to them.

"Oh, lots of thoughts that keep me up nights," he said, shrugging and smiling.

"Good thoughts?"

"For the most part."

"Glad one of us has them," she said sighing.  She flopped onto his bed, letting her neck arch over the edge on the side away from the door, stretching it as he head dangled.

"The good thoughts’ll come back," Bran said, reaching over and running gripping her shoulder.

"People keep saying that, but they haven’t yet," Sansa muttered.

"Well, you can’t force them.  And besides, things have only just taken shape.  Give yourself some time to get past the trial."

Sansa didn’t say anything.  She just stared at a crack in the ceiling and wondered how it was that Bran was always just exactly what she needed.

dany/daario, thrilled

Part of Drabbleverse.

Dany was on a purge. She was going through every inch of her apartment and de-Daario-ing it.  She threw out the panties he’d told her she looked hot in, the hairbrush that he’d borrowed and which sometimes made her hair a bit blue because his dye had rubbed off on it, his snakeskin boots—which she was actually tempted to keep because they fit her and were actually very nice.

And with each bag of his junk that she put out on the street, her heart grew both lighter and heavier all at once.  Lighter for the obvious reason—lighter because she knew it now, she knew why she had this pattern, and she wasn’t letting herself feel like shit anymore.  She was turning over a new leaf.  But heavier too, because with every cd that she dumped into a black plastic bag, with every lighter of his that she found in some odd corner, she remembered that they’d had fun and that even as she cut him out of her life, there was this gross fear filling her heart that she was cutting fun out as well.

And when she thought about that, she focused on the lighter side—the self-aware side.  Because she’d been too paralyzed by fear for too much of her life, and it had sent her into shitty patterns and broken relationships and she wasn’t going to be that broken little girl anymore.  

Daario had once made her feel less broken.  Less alone after Drogo died.  But in the end, he hadn’t really known her at all.  And hadn’t cared about knowing her—just about fucking her.  And you know what?  She was done with that.