Funny-Baby-Picture

anonymous asked:

can i get that gendrya picture au thing where jon and robb almost whack gendry and throw in some jonerys for good mesure

-Seven hells I am never drinking again! - Shouted Robb as he put his head on the cool black marble counter in his brother’s apartment. He, Jon, Gendry, Arya and some other of their friends went out to celebrate Gendry’s birthday and it turned into a wild night. Jon, who was sitting next to him on a bar stool, patted his back. Jon didn’t drink half the stuff Robb chugged down last night. Jon’s girlfriend and life-long partner as well as army buddy, Daenerys, was making him a smoothie across the counter. Dany and Jon met in the army, she was a pilot and he overlooked newbies.

-You said that the last time, Robb. - Said Jon, inhaling deeply.

-And the time before that. – Added Daenerys, adding bananas and honey to the mixture.

-Why didn’t you come with us last night, Dany?-

-I have been feeling a little queasy and tired lately, I think I might have the flu.-

-She just threw up this morning, it’s better for her to rest than to go out and party. - Agreed Jon.

-And you went out while your girlfriend was sick?-

-I actually made him go out, he’s smothering me like my mother.-

Robb picked up his phone to check on instagram, he opened the app and scrolled down. A selfie from Sansa, a picture of Theon’s new boat tagged with my new precious baby, a funny picture of Bran and his friends Jojen and Meera… And then he saw it. A picture of the user @gendry_baratheon, the user @stark__arry tagged in it. It was a picture of shirtless Gendry with Arya in his lap, hands on his muscular chest. Arya was wearing the same dark gray high wasted shorts she wore last night and a black crop top, high heels still on her feet. She was nuzzling Gendry’s cheek and the picture was taken in a mirror. In Gendry’s bedroom. Robb saw red.

-Jon…-

-SON OF A BITCH! DAENERYS, GIVE MY BASEBAL BAT!-

Daenerys rolled her eyes.

-Testosterone.-

-We need to go and show him he cannot disrespect our baby sister like this!-

Robb slammed his fist on the table.

-Damn straight!-

Daenerys took her phone and posted a picture of angry Jon and Robb on her snapchat with the caption: “Dumb and dumber on a mission” and followed them to Gendry’s place down the street.  

Jon kicked the door down and went straight to the bedroom, opening the door, startling a sleepy Gendry.

-GENDRY FUCKING BARATHEON!-

-What is it? Jon, Robb? Daenerys, mind explaining me what is going on?-

-How dare you humiliate our sister like this! – Said Robb, picking up the phone.

-What are you even talking about? Where did you get that picture?-

-You…- Said Jon, narrowing his eyes.

-I told him to take the picture. And I posted it while he was asleep. - Said a female voice behind them. Arya was wearing a large white shirt that must belong to Gendry. She looked worn and sleepy and had some make up residue from last night on her face.

-You need to tone it down, you two. You are grown ass men and here you are pretending your 22-year old sister has a mean boyfriend.-

Daenerys nodded.

-What was your plan anyway?-

-I don’t know, to kill him? - Said Jon awkwardly.

Arya hugged Gendry.

-My Gendry? He’s a big softie and he loves me, you know it! - Gendry nodded.

-I do, she’s my little lady…-

-Shut up, you idiot. Anyway, no murder today!-

-Thank you, Arya, from keeping Jon from killing Gendry, because it would not be good for a father to be to wind up in jail.-

Jon nodded. And then stopped in his track and turned to Daenerys, looking her up and down, mouth agape. Gendry and Arya looked at each other in shock and Robb sat down. Jon grabbed his girlfriend and hugged her, spinning her around.

-I should have known, you were throwing up in the morning and you told me you craved peaches and cookies and you cried at that footage of puppy Ghost… Oh my god… We’re going to have kids…-

-A kid, Jon. In 8 months. Imagine.-

-I guess congratulations are in order. To the aunt, uncle and parents to be.-

-And to another uncle.- Smiled Arya.

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Once the conversation slowly dies, Cleo steps closer with a sly grin playing on her lips. “Hey Sam, would you like to see some of the funny baby pictures we have of Caleb? I have a bunch of them saved on my phone.”

Next to them, Caleb starts protesting. “Hey, missy! That’s not fair, you can’t just–”

“I’d love to see those, Cleo,” Samantha says loudly, smirking as she interrupts Caleb’s protest. “I assume there’s a reason Caleb hasn’t shown me any of these himself.” 

Cleo nods her head, moving to stand next to Samantha with her phone in hand. “You betcha.”