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Arya
Arya woke with a groan and a massive hangover. Her back was aching, her feet were sore and her head was pounding. She felt like she was forgetting something, but quickly pushed down the feeling as it made her head hurt more. She pushed off the ground, and slowly dragged her feet to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and saw she was wearing the same dress from last night. She looked a mess with heavy bags under her eyes and her hair knotty and tousled from sleep. She cursed as the memories from last night flooded her head.
When she called Ros and asked her to come over, she thought it a good idea. After all, she had just come back from a really shitty date and wanted nothing more than to get highly intoxicated with a friend. She should've called Dany or Meera instead, but she called Ros who encouraged her bad habit of drinking too much. This morning, she found out that it in fact, was not a good idea...
Thinking of the date with the man Edric left a bad taste in her mouth. She came into the date, hoping she was going to get laid but he had to be a self-involved jerk and disrespect her body. Apparently, her boobs were too small, her ass too big and her face too long. The worst part was that he still expected sex, which she declined with maturity. By maturity, Arya meant throwing a drink over his hair that dripped down to his expensive, black suit. She stormed out of the restaurant with all the dignity she could muster up, and made her way back to the shitty and very seedy apartment she called home.
Depressing, right? Not nearly as depressing as this. When she got home, She relived in the moment when she caught Mycha cheating on her.
It was over a year ago when it happened. She came home from Braavos early, finishing up their expedition much faster than they thought. Arya worked for Targaryen Archeology and History of Ice and Fire. It was a super long name, but it had to be. The company had found dragon bones, proving that they existed and became one of the most known companies around the world. Arya had always been interested in that kind of stuff and never expected to get the job. It was her first assignment away from Westeros, and Arya was almost crying of excitement when her boss told her she would be helping. Once over there, they found more information about Faceless Men, and left Braavos with pride.
She wanted too surprise Mycha, so she called Sansa to pick her up instead. Sansa dropped her off, helping her carry her stuff to the door. She waved to Sansa as she drove away and opened the door with excitement. When she opened it she was expecting to find Mycha sitting on the couch, beer in hand as he watched the footy. But Arya immediately knew something was wrong. On the floor, there was a trail of clothes leading up to the bedroom door. She spotted a red lacy thong that definitely didn't belong to her. She heard a high pitched moan that clearly belonged to a woman. Fear pooled into Arya's belly and as she got closer to the door, the moans got louder, and louder, and louder. She stood at the door, debating whether she should open it. she didn't want to, but her body acted of it's own accord. She twisted the door knob and slowly pushed open the door, which creaked and drew the two occupants attention on the bed. "Arya? What are you doing here?" Mycha asked in shock. Arya felt the tears well into her eyes as she glanced at the pretty blonde with big tits. She was beautiful, and much more prettier than Arya. She had a body that all men craved, no man would ever want Arya's b cup breasts. Arya felt felt her confidence disappear that day.
She had a huge fight with Mycha. He begged her too stay but she ignored him, packed her stuff and went to stay with Sansa for a while. She soon found a apartment building that she could afford to live in, and moved into the seedy building. It wasn't good but it was home and Arya couldn't care less.
Her phone was ringing which brought her out of the trance she was having. She quickly found her mobile and without glancing at the id, she answered.
"Where the hell are you?" It was Sansa's sweet voice. She still sounded sweet even when she was yelling.
"At home, about to eat a shit tonne of ice cream and bathing in my own misery." She replied, making her way to the very small kitchen she had.
"Well, your supposed to be at my barbecue, remember?" Sansa gritted out. Arya found out what she was forgetting and looked to the clock. 12:30!
"Whoops..." Was all Arya said.
"You know I need your help planning for my bachelorette party. Alll the girls are over so it's the perfect time to do it!" Sansa complained.
"You can't even call it a bachelorette party. Willas is going to be there with all his friends with no strippers, no sexy dances and pretty much no fun!" She argued.
"Ok, maybe not but there's going to be alcohol. Anyways, hurry over I need your help." Arya was about to reply but Sansa had already hung up.
Arya looked in the mirror again. She quickly fixed up her hair into a messy bun and put on some sunglasses to shield away her hangover. Her white dress fit her like a glove and had a small stain on it. Fuck it.
She arrived at Sansa's in the same white dress. It's not like anyone would notice the stain. She climbed out of the car and made her way to the front door. She turned the knob and tried to pull it open but it wouldn't budge. "Fuck!" She screamed. Why the hell did Sansa lock the door?
This is when Arya made a decision that would haunt her forever. A normal, smart person would just knock or yell out. Seven Hells, she could of gone through the back gate! But no, Arya was not smart. She was so stupid she decided to climb up to the balcony. There was an open window she could climb through, and it seemed like a smart idea. But it was instantly a bad idea for three reasons:
She had a hangover.
She was wearing a dress.
Bull panties.
The undies she decided to put on that day were definitely not ones you'd call sexy. They were plain white undies with little cartoon bulls patterned over it. They were something you'd find on a 9 year old kid. Her wardrobe of sexy undies only gets worse from there...
She scanned the area, luckily spotting no one around and made her way to the rocky column that she could hopefully climb. Thank the gods the column had little notches just big enough for her feet to fit through. She did a quick search and slowly began her ascent to doom.
After many 'shits' and 'fucks', she finally grasped the railing of the balcony. She tried to lift her legs to get over the railing, but she couldn't no matter how much strength she put into it. She was so intent on getting over, she didn't hear the front door being opened. She was dangling like a silly rag doll, and was about to give up when-
"Nice panties." That voice sounded like the ones in her fantasies. It sounded deep and masculine. Her hands grey sweaty and she slipped, now waiting for her to hit the hard impact of the ground. But she didn't hit the ground and was met with large, warm, hands instead.
She stared up into deep sea blue eyes that sparkled. His coal black hair fell messily into his eyes but still looked good and made Arya want to run her fingers through it. He had broad shoulders and his arms were straining as he cradled her to his very huge, nice, muscled chest. "What are you, 10?" He asked smirking. His question brought her out of the mini-fantasy she was having.
"No, I'm 23. Now could you please put me down?" The question came out more like a command.
"I mean seriously, what 23 year old girl where's patterned undies made for little girls?"
"Put me down!" She shouted, trying to jump out of his firm grip.
"Please tell me you don't have other undies like that." He said, with a devilish grin. Unfortunately, all her undies were like that. She didn't have a single sexy pair of panties to make her look and feel good about herself. Why should she, there's really no point with no one around she can wear them for!
"Put me the fuck down, or I swear to the Gods that I will cut your balls off and choke you with them!" She yelled, beating her fists against his back. Arya felt so weak and pathetic. He chuckled but finally put her down.
"There you go milady." He said, grinning like a fool. As soon as her feet touched the ground she gave him a big hearty push.
"Fuck you asshole, and don't call me milady!"
"Well that was unladylike." He replied, furthering her anger. She kneed him in the crouch and pushed him to the ground. Somehow he was chuckling as he clutched his balls.
"Gendry, what are you doing?" She turned and saw Sansa looking awfully baffled. "Oh Arya, you're finally here. Took you long enough."
"Why was the door locked?" Arya asked.
"The door?"
"Yes the door you literally just came out of!" She said, raising her tone a little.
"Calm your tits, Arya. The door wasn't locked. Was it, Gendry?" Sansa turned to the very attractive blue eyed man who was now standing.
"It wasn't when I went outside." He said, looking at her with confusion.
"Well it was when I tried to pull it open-
"Wait, you tried to pull it?" He asked a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yeah, that's how you open a door." She replied. He burst into a fit of laughter and Sansa put her face in her hands, joining in.
"Your meant to push... Not... Pull." He said through breaths, continuing his very annoying and deep sexy laugh. Arya scowled as they both finally stopped laughing. How could she make such a stupid mistake?
"Who is this asshole anyways?" She asked Sansa.
"Oh, right. Arya this is a Gendry Waters, he's Willas's best friend and the Best Man of our wedding. And Gendry this is Arya, my sister and Maid of Honour." Sansa had a sly grin on her face and Arya glared at Gendry. "
It's nice to meet you." He said with a wave. She returned his nice gesture with her middle finger and stormed into the house.
Gendry Waters was a complete asshole, and now she had to dance with him at Sansa's wedding. Great...
Gendry
Gendry felt like a horny teenage boy. Any man would react this way, seeing a girl with panties that barely covered her perfect round ass. What he didn't get is how the panties turned him on so much. They were the type of undies you'd find in a kids sections. Oh fuck! Does that make him a pedophile. He should be in jail because he's a dirty fuck that can't control his penis that was undeniably hard. Fuck, fuck-
"Are you ok, Gendry? Your looking a bit sick." Margaery said next to him.
"Oh yes I'm fine." He said, thankful before he got thoughts on killing himself.
"That's good, you just look a bit pale." She replied and continued, "do you want a beer?" He winced like he always did when anyone offered him alcohol. Only a couple of people knew he didn't drink and that was Willas, Sansa, Hot Pie and Anguy. It's not that he found it embarrassing he just didn't want anyone to find out because it was from his father that he vowed to never drink.
"Why aren't you drinking, your usually the life of the party?" He asked, taking the attention off himself. She completely ignored him and changed the subject.
"Oh Gods, here we go." Margaery exclaimed, looking at something. He followed her direction and saw Jeyne Polle approaching Arya with an evil grin. He hated Jeyne. She always tried to flirt with him and she couldn't take a fucking hint that he wasn't interested. She was so fake. Her hair extensions were fake, her tan was fake and her face was so packed with make up it was orange. Seven Hells, even her boobs were fake. What woman would get fake boobs at the age of twenty five? She was still very young and healthy and definitely did not need Botox or fake implants at her age.
They were only a few steps away from him and marg, so he could hear everything they said. "Arya Horseface in a dress! I'd never thought to see the day." She exclaimed in that high, screechy voice that made him want to claw his eyes out.
"What do you want Jeyne?" Arya replied with a bored expression
"What do I want" she said sarcastically, "I want to be Maid of Honour. I've been Sansa's best friend since we were six, and she chose you." She spat and continued, "your not even pretty. I swear your part horse!" What a bitch, Gendry thought.
"Well, at least I don't slut around and flaunt my tits around." Arya said, receiving a dirty glare from Jeyne.
"Tits, what tits?" Jeyne replied with a smirk, "you're so flat chested, you could pass as a boy."
"At least my boobs are real."
"Maybe you should consider getting implants. Considering your last boyfriend cheated on you with a much more prettier blonde headed girl with big tits." Jeyne let out a laugh at her snide remark. Arya was cheated on. That left a bad taste in his mouth. Who in Seven Hells would cheat on her. She's fucking sexy as hell and a lot prettier than Jeyne Poole.
He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't feel himself being hauled over to break up the argument. "Jeyne, please do us a favour and fuck off. Arya's Maid of Honour and your not, so please go find someone else to brag about yourself with your fake tits." Jeyne grumbled and turned to go while Margarey added, "by the way, even if Arya wasn't Maid of Honour, Sansa would choose me over you." Jeyne huffed the whole time she stormed away.
"Gods, she's such a dumb bitch. And a slut. I swear all she does is spread her legs and wears provocative outfits!" Arya exclaimed, staring daggers into Jeynes back.
"I'm surprised she's not pregnant." She laughed but as soon as she realised who said it, she immediately glared right into his eyes. "Marg, you want to go and get extremely intoxicated and drink our miseries away?" She asked which made him grimace. She eyed him weirdly but turned to Margery as she replied her answer.
"I wish I could Arya, all I need is a drink," wince, "but I can't, I don't feel like getting drunk tonight." Grimace.
"What do you mean you can't? If you need a drink just fucking have one." Wince.
"I can't." Margaery said, looking at the ground.
"Please, I need someone to drink with me so don't look like an alcoholic." Gendry clenched his fists and thought angrily about his shitty father who didn't even have the guts to look after him. Fucking asshole couldn't even look after his own kids and everyone somehow still loved him-
"Do you have Tourette's or something?" Arya asked him, as he broke out of his day dreaming.
"What?" Shocked that she'd even ask a thing.
"Well, you look like your about to have a seizure." She said.
"I can assure you, I don't have Tourette's." He said.
"Whatever. Come on Marg, just one drink?" She asked desperately.
"I can't Arya." She grumbled, becoming angry.
"Oh my Gods!" Arya exclaimed, "your preggo."
"What- no.. I'm not pregnant how... Why..."
"Your fucking pregnant!" Everyone turned to their conversation and gave Margaery congratulations and questions.
"How long?" They all asked, wanting to know. "Who's the father?"
"Shut the fuck up and let her speak." Arya shouted, "and back away so she can breathe."
Maraery sighed and accepted defeat. "About six weeks." Gendry noticed how Jon Snows blood drained out of his face. he'lol have to ask him about that later.
"And who's the father?" They all asked, begging to know.
"None of your business!" She shouted, rushing to get to the bathroom. She passed Sansa, who asked
"what's all the commotion about?"
"Margaery's pregnant." Arya said.
"Oh, I already knew that. Arya I need your help in the kitchen." Sansa disappeared back into the house and Arya followed.
After finally getting away from Hot Pie ironically talking about pies, he went to the kitchen to get a can of coke from the fridge. He found Arya chopping some tomato while Sansa was cooking some pasta. Margaery, Robb and Robb's wife, Jeyne were sitting on stools near the kitchen bench. He proceeded to take the drink and went and sat next to them, joining there conversation.
"What's your next project?" Robb asked Arya. She still had her sunglasses on for a strange reason. She mumbled something so softly, no one heard what she said.
"Sorry, didn't quite hear that." Jon said, leaning on a bench and mysteriously eyeing Margaery. He didn't even notice him there. Arya cleared her throat.
"Valryia." She mumbled. Everyone gasped.
"Arya, that place is so dangerous." Sansa exclaimed.
"Please don't tell mom." She said quickly.
"You'll have to tell them sooner or later." Robb said.
"I know." She said fully focused on the tomato.
"You have to tell all the adventures when you get back." Jon said, "Nothing can take Arya Stark down." Jon said happily, ruffling his little sisters head and taking her sunglasses off.
"Jon, give those back!" She yelled, reaching for her sunnys.
"Why are you even wearing them? We're inside!" He said, looking very amused.
"For… For Fashion. They're Gucci." She lied.
"Oh please Arya, when have you ever wore something for fashion? Your dress has a stain on it for God's sake. And besides, your sunglasses are a cheap fake from Braavos." Sansa said, rolling her eyes.
"How did you know?" Arya asked.
"The glasses say Guccini not Gucci."
Jon forced her to look at him. "You're hung-over." He stated, "Why?" Everyone turned to Arya, waiting for her answer.
"I had a really bad date last night. The guy was a complete asshole and it just upset me, a little." She said, looking down at her hands. "It made me think back to Mycha and how I haven't had a boyfriend since. The ass hole told me my boobs were too small, ass too big and face too long. It's not like I don't know that." She ranted, taking a big gulp from Jons beer.
"Oh Arya, don't insult yourself like that." Sansa scolded.
"Whatever, let's just go eat." She said, walking away and ending the conversation. Jon sighed. "
When is she going to realise that she's beautiful." Jon said.
He walked out the door, and found her dangling from the balcony. All he saw were those Bull Panties. She fell into his arms and started kissing him. She bit and licked his lips, making him groan. They both fell to the ground, and he pushed up her dress and ripped off her bull panties-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Gendry woke up in a sweat and had a boner from his dream. Fuuuuuck! He was going to be distracted all day and all because of Arya fucking Stark!
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