#my lumberjack

I’m deceased

WHY DOES HE RIP OFF HIS SUSPENDERS LIKE THAT AT THE END OF EVERY VIDEO

Against my better judgment (and fear that I’ll share all of the story before it gets posted), another snippet of my author/lumberjack AU for GBB 2020. 🍷📚💋

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“So you weren’t always a writer then?”

She resolutely ignores how his long fingers trace the tome of her first novel for fear of the inevitable flush that will line her cheeks.

“No, not always. But I’ve always loved reading. It’s actually something my dad and I used to have in common.” 

“Used to?”

And she could blame the wine for how readily she gives up the next piece of information, but Arya knows it’s more the kind blue eyes staring at her with interest that does it.

“He died. A year ago. This was actually his cabin.”

She gestures around, doing everything to avoid Gendry’s gaze but it inevitably reels her in.

Where she expects sympathy, or even pity, she’s surprised to find understanding, and it makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Losing parents is never easy,” he says as though speaking from personal experience.

Before Arya can probe him further on it, he pulls her book out of its resting place and words get lodged in her throat.

“Your father had good taste though. I love this one.”

She tries to keep her face neutral, pulling on all her reserves but there’s just no way she can remain truly stoic and Gendry notices.

“Have you read it?” He asks, and it feels like the universe is really out to get her.

How’s she supposed to think when he’s this close and gazing at her like that, like he wants to crawl under her very soul.

“I actually wrote it.” She finally says after what feels like eternity, and tries not to completely lose it when Gendry’s eyes go wide in wonder.

In all the time she’s known him, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him react quite so exuberantly to anything before.

It makes her stomach flip.

Mirrr loveyyy babyyyy omg I will take a million kisses from lumby and our beloved firefighter would love to give you so many smooches but also like run his nose along the length of your neck :)

Here's a little something with the Irish mechanic <3

You giggled as you rolled your eyes, taking mental note of the way Bucky’s face brightened at the sound of your laugh. “Well then, nice to meet you, Bucky.”

That was when you realized that you were still holding hands, and you thought that you felt him squeeze yours the tiniest bit before letting go.

excuse me now i have to go buy him a damn kilt

LISTEN all I'm going to say is that it would be an amazing investment :)