#he is definitely talking about rori okay

[forgiveyesterday]

“If you think you can make her listen, be my guest.”

[Prompt]

"She'll listen to reason," he assured Parker with a firm nod, even though he knew if her temper was flared hot enough, Jimmy might have to drag her away kicking and screaming.

[mostly-imagines]

Who Needs Heaven? : Safe & Sound

jason todd x fem!reader

aka your daughters learn what happened to jason

warnings: nonspecific discussions on how jason died

(1) the drop-in

The sound of water splashing under toy boats and fish fills the small room.

You ring the washcloth out over the suds, Rory’s idle hands scooping up the excess. She entertains herself with the slowly dissolving bubbles between her fingers as you fill up your cup.

“Put your head back,” you tell her, nudging her forehead.

She does, squeezing her eyes shut.

You pour the cup of water over her head, combing through her hair. You refill the cup again as she pipes up. 

“Mommy,” she says with a casual lull in her voice. 

You pour it out again, making sure to rinse the shampoo at her roots, “Hm?”

Her hand comes up to wipe the stream from off her forehead, “How did daddy get that scar?” 

“Well, daddy has lots of scars,” you say carefully. “You know that.”

She shakes her head, “Littler scars. He has a big one though, right here.” 

She points up and down her torso. 

“What happened?”

You take a breath, eyes focused on the dissolving suds. “What happened…”

She continues on, “He said scars come from when you get hurt and the bigger ones are bigger hurts. How did he get such a big hurt?”

“Um...” She’s quite young to hear that story, especially coming from you. Your older daughters have an awareness of what happened, though it’s never been formally discussed. You think Mia knows what the autopsy scar is and the twins definitely know he died at the very least. You’ve been made aware that there’s been…discussions at school about who their dad is and how he one day died and then years later magically reappeared. You and Jason had decided that you would talk to them about it eventually, but only when they were old enough to not be completely traumatized hearing it.

You just hadn’t assumed that day would creep up on you like this.

You sit back, tense. “Did you ask him that?”

“No…” she says gravely. “I don’t wanna make him sad.”

You nod, trying to collect your thoughts. How can you steer away from this without attracting more questions? 

“Do you know what happened?” she asks, scanning your face.

You do your best to reset your expression to neutral.

You start without really knowing where the sentence is going, “We…we can talk about it later…”

Rory tilts her head, “Not now?”

You shake yours, “Not right now.”

That’s enough to appease her curiosity for the rest of the bath, but you know with that one, it won’t last long.

You’d gotten her dressed and sent her on her way, but your mind stayed heavy the whole time.

You walk downstairs slowly, hands still damp from the bath. As you turn the corner from the stairs you find Jason, reading contentedly by himself in the living room.

You cross the room without hesitation, climbing into the spot next to him on the couch. He doesn’t need to look up, only adjusts the position of his arm so its draped over you, pulling you into his side.

“So…” you start, “Rory was asking about your scar..”

He turns away from the book, looking at you with serious eyes. “What did she say?”

“She wants to know how you got it,” you tell him. “I didn’t tell her, but she didn’t want to ask you either.”

“Why not?” He asks quickly, face brimming with anxiety.

You shake your head, calming his worries. “She said she didn’t want to make you sad.”

He relaxes a bit at that, taking in the information.

You break the silence after a minute, quietly telling him, “I think it might be time to talk about it.”

He looks dejected, eyes on the floor. “They’re still little..”

“I’m not saying tell them everything right now, just…acknowledge it.”

“I don’t—” He sighs, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to tell them that.”

You think for a moment, nodding. 

“Tell them how you told me. Just…more kid words.”

He still looks resigned at the idea so you continue, “You know how to talk to them. Just tell them what you want them to hear. They’ll listen.”

He nods, eyes low. “Okay…”

You stand up, and he grabs your hand as you rise, pulling himself up too.

You give each other one more confirming look before calling up the stairs, “Girls? Come here.”

There’s a ten second delay before a scuttle of footsteps starts down the staircase, arriving with a low-liveliness, nearly bedtime energy amongst them.

The second you’re within sight of them, they’re keen that something’s not right.

“What’s going on?” 

“Is—”

“Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong,” you tell them. “We just want to talk to you for a minute.”

Your words don’t do much to ease their minds, but after a moment they slowly gather onto a single couch. They’re all squished in together and Rory’s half on top of Anna and Laine, the latter of which can barely move. Still, there’s no complaints to be heard, only an air of seriousness throughout the room. 

Jason clears his throat, though he has trouble looking at them, the easier option seeming to be the carpeted floor. 

“Alright,” he starts with a deep breath. “So my, uh, my Y scar…”

The air in the room drops the second the words are out, the girls all quiet and listening closely. You can tell this is something they’d been wondering about for a long time.

“When I was younger and I’d just started doing the, uh, special job my brothers and Bruce do…” He takes another breath, “Some things happened that shouldn’t have and I got hurt..”

“What things?” Ryan asks.

“I…I got tricked by a bad guy and…I just got hurt.”

It’s uncharacteristic for the girls to all look so dejected and serious like this. Goes to show that you were right—they do have an understanding of what happened.

Anna is the first to pipe up. 

“Did you die?”

“Anna—”

“It’s alright,” Jason interrupts. He collects himself before eking out, “Um…yeah, I-I did.”

He’s still stuck on those words and you have to silently push for him to keep talking, so as to not give their imaginations time to run wild.

He takes the hint, stuttering, “But, um, it’s complicated, but I came back and—”

Laine interrupts this time, almost teary-eyed.

“Are you going to die again?”

Jason shakes his head quickly, “No. No, honey, not for a long time.”

It’s quiet for a moment as they process, sorting through the details into something their minds can understand.

Rory looks on edge, wide-eyed, as she asks, “Are you a ghost?”

“No, sweetheart,” Jason answers calmly with a shake of his head. 

That seems to calm her anxiety more than anything else.

“Are you better now?” Laine asks. 

Jason nods, “Yeah, I’m a lot better now.”

Ryan looks skeptical at the choice of words. “How did you…get better?”

He takes a shaky breath, “Well…your mommy helped me a lot. And then you helped me some more. And now…now I’m all healed.”

None of them seem to really understand, but they accept the answer anyways.

The next question is from Anna. 

“Is the bad guy in jail now?” 

Jason only momentarily stutters in his response, but pulls it together nicely. 

“It’s not something you need to be worried about. I promise. Nothing like that’s going to happen again to me or you or anyone.” 

This appears to appease most of the concerns flying around in their heads. 

He continues, “We can talk about it more when you get older, but…

You take the queue, nodding Rory and Lainey your way. 

“Let’s go get ready for bed, okay?”

You nudge the younger two upstairs, who, to your surprise, go without resistance.

You give Jason one last glance before heading up the stairs, happy to see him much more relaxed than he was at the start of this conversation.

He’s left downstairs with his eldest three girls, each nearly bursting at the seams full of their thoughts and questions. 

Jason thumps down on the couch between them, a heavy breath following.

The trio watch him quietly for a moment before Anna speaks.   

“I know what it is,” she tells him somberly. He looks at her with more melancholia than he would’ve hoped for.

She continues, “There’s autopsies on my show sometimes.”

Right, her show. The X-Files.

Jason nods, a bit remiss at the idea that she knows.

From his other side, Ryan pipes up. 

“Did it hurt?”

He shakes his head, “No, I-I wasn’t…” 

Wasn’t alive. He doesn’t want to say that, though. 

Ryan nods, understanding anyways. “Did it hurt when you died?”

He hesitates before answering, wavering between lying to protect their minds and telling them the truth. In the end, he decides that you’re right, they can handle it in small measures. 

“Yeah. It did, a little,” he confesses. ”But like I said, that’s not going to happen again.”

From behind Ryan, Mia speaks so softly Jason almost misses her words. 

“I’m sorry.”

He looks at her, brow furrowed. “For what?” 

“That that happened to you,” she says. Her eyes are filled with an equal sadness to his and it breaks his heart. Even more so that her words are so clearly meant sincerely.

“Oh.”

It’s all he can manage to say.

He was only a little older than Mia when his life had been taken away from him and he’d been forced to reset everything he ever knew. And now, all these years later, he sits here surrounded by his children, his world that he was given a second chance to create. His children that don’t see a monster when they look at him, don’t see the scarred giant that he sees. They just see their dad. 

When they were still young they’d started getting almost excited whenever they got a scar from playing too hard because it made them more like him. It took Jason years to just bear the thought of his scars, but his girls look at them like art. Even when they know he got them in bad ways, they pour out nothing but affection. No disgust, no fear, no hate. Just love.

His eyes close and his face falls in his hands, overwhelmed by the idea of his children being such angels, despite being products of him.

“Dad? Are you okay?” 

He nods, face still covered. His voice is muffled as he says, “Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, I just, um…” 

His words die off with little fight, and when his hands drop his eyes are red. 

Anna, who’s usually compulsed to only touch emotion with a ten-foot pole, is the first to wrap her arms around him, holding him tight. The gesture takes him by surprise, especially from her, and he tenses briefly before deflating like a balloon. Mia and Ryan are quick to follow suit, basically dog-piling over his opposite shoulder.

“It’s okay, dad. We love you. And your scars,” Ryan tells him. 

Oh, they think he’s sad.

Hell, thirteen years ago he would’ve thought he was sad. He only started to understand his feelings after his first daughter was born. He doesn’t tell them he’s not sad, doesn’t tell them that he’s crying because life slapped him around and then gave him everything he could ever want five times over. 

Instead, he just nods, pulling them impossibly closer.

who’s your fav daughter

[mywritersmind]

OK PUT MY NUMBER. - LN4

summary : Based off the gilmore girls scene where Logan and his friends meet Rory at her dorm!! Hope you enjoy <3

listen up : no warnings!! lando!collegereader

word count : 1017

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“Okay, Franco. Last building!” A man walks past me as I rearrange the items I'm attempting to carry without dropping. “Please say it looks familiar!”

I grab my coffee and stack of books, eyeing the group of boys who have strayed into the girls' dorms.

“Ahh!” One of the boys says, his eyes closed like he’s trying to manifest his way.

The tallest (and that’s not saying much) and tannest of the group groans, “Apparently it doesn’t seem familiar.” He’s got a thick accent, maybe spanish?

“Hold on!” The other boy with thick waves finally opens his eyes and says, “Hold. On. Yes! Here, this is where she lives!” And for the first time, me being quite nosy, it finally works out in my favor.

They go straight to my dorm. My single dorm.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” I walk closer to them, the one in the back has his hands lazily strewn in his pockets and walks straight past me with no answer.

“Hey!” I follow them to my door where the other two are writing on what looks like a crumpled piece of paper.

“Don’t put your number, Don’t put your number!” His accent surprises me but as I stare at the back of his curly hair, I scoff at me being ignored.

“I’m not putting my number, I’m putting your number!” His friend says, a twinkle in his green eyes

“That’s my room.” I speak up finally, the three turn harshly and eye me.

“Ok, put my number.” The curly haired one, british and ridiculously attractive, says as he smirks.

His eyes examine me as his friend groans, “Are you sure this is your room?”

I nod, “I’m sure.”

“I could have sworn it was her room!”

I balance my books, “What’s her name, maybe I know her.”

“It was uh…” he uses his hands to talk, “Short.”

I raise a brow, “Oh! I can understand your disappointment… losing a potential soulmate like that.” The cute one close to me laughs, “But that’s still my room.”

He motions to me, “I’m sorry about the mix up. It’s just- my friend Franco here needs to learn that Guineess and blondes don’t mix.”

“Redheads.” Franco corrects, “It doesn’t mix with redheads!”

He turns back to me, looking tired, “We sincerely apologize and will now leave you with your…” he eyes my books, “library?”

I frown as the other two run up the stairs, Franco saying his memory is coming back. I slip my key out of my pocket and start to open my door, “It’s called being a college student.” I sigh at the heaviness of my books, though most are for my own pleasure, “I’ll leave you to your friends.” I struggle with my key more, my cheeks getting warm because he’s just staring at me.

The man bites his lip, thinking for a moment, “Ah, they can manage.” Before I know it, his (huge) hands are taking my books from me. I eye him at first but then unlock my door with ease.

“Thanks.” I mumble and step inside, he follows after me and I don’t shut the door. He sets the books down on my table, his eyes darting around.

I watch him push up the sleeves to his blue long sleeve and take him in.

He’s got curls, a clean face, and a muscular build. He's not very tall but still looks down on me. The thing I can’t help but notice is his eyes clashing with his dark hair.

“I’m Lando!” He holds out his hand which I shake with a slightly confused expression, “Sorry again about my friends.”

“Y/n.” I smile politely, wishing I had cleaned up my place or something, “And don’t worry. They're funny.”

He rolls his eyes, “Franco and Carlos are definitely strong personalities!” I laugh, “We’re visiting Carlos’ sister. She’s a freshman…” he looks nervous saying the year, “Francesca.”

“Oh I'm not very clued into the freshman circle.” I shrug, “I’m a senior.”

“Oh shit- I just thought cause the dorm…” Lando shakes his head, “I should have noticed, you don’t look eighteen.”

I raise a brow, “Appreciate it…” He scratches the back of his neck and I laugh purely at the situation of this random British man in my room, “Uh- where do you go to school?”

“Oh I don’t!” He seems happy that I asked him something, “I’d be…” He counts on his fingers, “two years out anyway but I never went to uni. I work with those two muppets.”

“Oh!” I can’t help but mentally scream that he’s in my age range, “What do you do?”

Lando looks nervous again, his facial expressions are undeniably impossible to hide, “We drive.”

“Drive?” He nods, “Like a chauffeur?”

“There’s a car involved.” He holds back his smile as there’s booming footsteps and two heads pop into my room.

“Lando boy!” Carlos grins, “He thinks he remembers!”

Lando looks at me, looking regretful but still walks over to the open door, “See you around, Y/n.” He smiles and god I’ve never seen a smile like that. I feel my cheeks go pink, smiling softly and waving.

“Good luck.”

The door shuts a second later and I immediately bring my books to my makeshift bookshelf, trying to ignore the smile on my face.

I’m being ridiculous, I know I am. He’s older, British, and I will probably never see him again! But at least I can zone out in class about something.

I pull a hoodie over my head when I hear a knock at the door, “Coming!” I yell as I stumble over the clothes on my floor.

Except when I open the door, no one’s there.

I think it’s some bored frat boys until I go to close the door and see a yellow sticky note stuck to the wood.

I look around but there’s no cute man around. I shut the door, leaning against it and smiling down at the note, taking out my phone and typing in the number.

[thegettingbyp2]

We Used to Laugh at Things Like This

‘So, we’ll see you at the next meeting?’ Logan asked as everyone started splitting off to their own dorms.

‘Definitely,’ you agreed before saying your goodbyes to Logan as you and Rory made your way back to your dorm. However, the familiar sight that caught your eye had your steps faltering. ‘Jess!’ you exclaimed when you realised who it was standing just in front of your building. Heading towards him. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you felt his wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly as he hugged you back. Pulling back, you stood on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips.

‘I need to come visit you more often if this is the welcome I’m going to get,’ he teased, smiling fondly down at you as you pulled away, grinning at him.

‘As my boyfriend, you need to visit me more, period,’ you reprimanded lightly before falling back into his arms. ‘How about we head inside?’ you suggested, making to head into your dorm building before being tugged to a gentle stop by Jess hands wrapping around your wrists.

‘Do you mind if we talk about something before? Out here? With no prying ears,’ he said, directing the last bit teasingly to where Rory was hovering by the entrance of the building.

‘I’ll order a pizza for when you decide to come in,’ she said, heading inside.

‘What’s up?’ you asked, turning back to Jess.

‘That “meeting” that guy was talking about,’ Jess began, leading you over to a bench. ‘Was that for the Life and Death Brigade?’

His question pulled you up short. You hadn’t mentioned the Life and Death Brigade to Jess in your calls and texts so you didn’t know where he’d heard of it but you didn’t fail to register the look of slight worry on his face. ‘How did you know about the Life and Death Brigade?’

‘Rory was telling me about it while I was talking to her last time you guys were home. She said that you were thinking about joining up.’

‘So?’ you replied, a small frown playing on your face.

‘So, Rory said that it sounds dangerous.’

‘It’s not dangerous,’ you said with a laugh, ‘it’s a secret society, Jess - ’

‘That does dangerous shit, (Y/N),’ Jess interrupted, trying to get through to you.

‘It’s not that bad! Besides, Rory’s joining too.’

‘No, she’s not, baby, she’s pretending so she can write an article on them for the paper. Come on, why are you really getting involved with this kind of thing? It isn’t you. (Y/N), we used to laugh at things like this, at people who did this kind of thing.’

‘Well, maybe I’m not that same person anymore, Jess,’ you argued, standing up, getting annoyed. ‘Maybe I’ve changed since coming to Yale. This sounds fun, Jess, why can’t you be happy that I’ve finally found something here that I can get involved in and - ’

‘Because the thing you’ve decided to get involved with sounds like it could get you killed! Or hurt at least!’ Jess exclaimed, standing up and walking over to you, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and tilting your face up to look at him. ‘Just, tell me, you get where I’m coming from, please?’

You were quiet for a moment.

‘I think you should leave,’ you said quietly, lowering your eyes to the ground.

‘What?’ Jess asked, stepping back from you slightly. ‘I’ve just got here.’

‘I know, but I think we both need a little bit of time to clear our heads.’

‘But - ’

‘I’ll call you in a couple of days, okay?’ you asked, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth before turning around and heading into your building, closing the door behind you, leaving Jess standing outside on his own, terrified that he was losing you.

[willowswiththorns]

Omgggg someone that writes Gilmore girls??? Could you do something for Dean Forester there’s like, nothingggg 👉🏻👈🏻 anything

Yeah totally! I’m gonna do a fluff A-Z but if you want any other ideas feel free to commission in! I hope you enjoy! - Willow

Dean Forester fluff A-Z headcannons

A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)

Very affectionate

loves to give you a lot of physical affection ( hugs, cuddling, little kisses when wanting to give you attention)

But I definitely think gift giving is more of his love language

Dude literally started building a car for Rory only 3 months into their relationship

He’s definitely the type to spoil you in gifts , you’ll find a lot of handmade little trinkets like jewelry for you to wear.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Okay we’ve seen his other friends like with Todd, but definitely think he’s the type of friend that doesn’t require a lot of energy with.

He’d be the type of friend who’d help you with any maintenance around your house or car. He doesn’t want you having to pay anyone for work he’d do for free.

The friendship would start at school, he’d catch you reading a book or just sitting alone.

He’d watch you for the span of a few days, seeing you completing immersed in your book or drawing before having the nerve to come over and talk to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

feel like in the beginning of the relationship, he’d only be the big spoon in order to comfort you.

Definitely later on the relationship he’d ease up and slowly grow okay to being the little spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Seeing how his married life with Lindsey was, he’d definitely try to be the provider in the relationship.

He wouldn’t be opposed to be stay at home and cooking and cleaning while he works, but he does seem the type to At least try and help around the house when asked to.

Let’s just hope that marriage doesn’t turn out like his and Lindsey 💀

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’s definitely the type to try to hold off talking about his problems until eventually he blows up

It’s been seen in both his relationship with Rory and with Lindsey that when there are arguments, he tends to let out his bottled up emotions .

He’s definitely the type to have a big argument with you, and in the heat of the moment, he dumps you.

Instant regret on his part but what’s said is done.

He’d definitely be avoiding you for the first few weeks out of heartbreak ( even though he’s the dummy who dumped you)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ummm he’d want to get married very fast and we all already know how he is about commitment 💀 ( just keep Rory away from that man fr and you might be safe)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s kinda emotionally here and there, but he’s very physically loving as stated before. He’s the type to hold your hand and wrap his arms around you.

Emotionally it’s 50/50. Sometimes he can be a bit immature when handling any emotions that are more leaning to sad or angry.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When first being friends, he definitely gives side hugs since he’s not all too comfortable with being physical.

When you two have been in a relationship for a while however,He gives big hugs, very warm and welcoming.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Definitely three months into the relationship, he tends to rush a bit but the feelings are true.

He definitely wants you to know his feelings are there not just by actions but words as well.

He wants you to feel the same and let him know that you love him too

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous very easily, and WILL get physical with the person he’s jealous of, especially if that person makes you cry.

Man will fight and win.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He kisses on your lips, your cheek, your forehead, your nose. He likes peppering you with kisses when you’re alone

Dean would like to be kisses on the cheek or on the lips, you can’t really reach his forehead unless you’re the same height. He wants as much physical attention as he gives you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s pretty good with children, having a little sister and all helps build some form of patience.

Definitely the type to swing them around or put a child on his shoulders to make them happy.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Dean wouldn’t want to get up early, he’d cuddle with you and have the blankets wrapped around you so you can’t escape his morning nap.

He’d make some coffee for you and give you his shirt to walk around the house with. He desperately would want you wearing his clothes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Movie nights for sure. He’d buy some food and you both would hang out and watch any movie of you’re choosing ( that or he’d pick one of his favorites)

You’d both watch quietly unless one of you breaks the silence, then there’s chatting for the rest of the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Once he feels comfortable with you, he’ll open up about more personal emotions and thoughts he has.

Overall though he’ll tell you bits and pieces about his daily events.

He’s very much a guy who will tell you anything you want to know, but more personal emotions he might hold onto for a bit.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very easily angered.

He tends to blow up because he bottles his emotions in most of the time.

If there’s communication and no accusations then the chances of him blowing up are slim to none.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’ll definitely remember little things about you that you won’t even remember telling him.

If you like sci-fi or cars or books, he’ll keep that in mind on an outting.

He’s definitely the type to find stuff you like and gift it to you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely the first time you told him you loved him.

He’d try to not be emotional, but he’ll remember looking into your eyes as you dropped those three small words onto him.

You’d definitely put a stupid, goofy smile on his face now anytime he thinks about that night.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s super protective!

Can and will beat the crap out of someone if anyone tries to disrespect you.

Dean will not tolerate anyone disrespecting his partner or making them uncomfortable.

He would 100% would go to comfort you after the discourse and make sure you’re okay.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dean 👏🏻Forester👏🏻 puts👏🏻 in 👏🏻effort 👏🏻like 👏🏻no 👏🏻other! 👏🏻

Romantic outings

Building you a car from scratch

Would take you out around the town

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He blow up very quickly

He also will try to hold it in so him blowing up will be very very stressful

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t really care too much how he looks

He just doesn’t wanna look dumb or uncool around you

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Very much so, whenever the relationship between you both grows, the more clingier he gets.

You’ll get calls and voicemails whenever you both aren’t together.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has most definitely at one point practiced kissing his pillow before trying to kiss you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who’s pushy or unhygienic.

He’s not into someone who doesn’t want to put effort into the relationship

And he’s not into someone who’d use him to get to others.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores and drools in his sleep

He’s definitely the type to love tummy time ( sleep on his tummy and sprawled out )

You will probably be crushed underneath his weight.

I hoped you enjoyed!! Commission me for whatever characters you want! I’m mostly doing A-Z headcannons until I’m comfortable enough to write . Thank you !!! - Tulip

[peachywritesstuff]

Charlie Walker relationship Headcannons

An: I'm obsessed with Rory. That is where my loyalties lie.

This has she/her pronouns in it btw(only once tho)

He is your Gomez Addams

"Look at her. I would die for her,I would kill for her."

That is him talking about you.

Dude will literally murder someone for you.

He is the type of person to just have the biggest crush on someone and not say anything for a VERY long time.

Won't catch him confessing his feelings for you. You would be the one to have to make the move.

I don't think this would he his first relationship but his first serious one.

Dude will only have eyes for you.

Would by shy at the beginning of your relationship and be cutely awkward with you.

Movie dates 100%

Loves just staring you

Likes to rant on about horror movies and will blush when he catches himself ranting.

Not to much pda for him. Holding hands, pecks,and kissing cheeks is all I see him doing in public.

In private however...

Man's is very affectionate.

Would be the first to say I love you.

Will have a nice lil makeout but he would be redder than a cherry afterwards.

I think we all know that he is inexperienced

But here me out... he would be natural at EVERYTHING.

Will go into cardiac arrest if he sees you naked.

Brain overload. He will not know what to do.

A part of him wants to look away like a gentleman but another part of him wants to just stare.

Likes when you play with his hair.

You would definitely NOT be killed and will make it known to Jill that if she puts one single scratch on you that he will kill her.

And Jill knows damn well to not hurt you unless she wants to face Charlie's wrath.

I mean Jill saw what he did to Olivia,that could easily be her if she didn't keep her word of keeping her hands off you.

I don't even think he would want Jill to give you any calls.

Like he wanted you completely out of it.

(Lets pretend Jill didn't kill him okay?)

He is definitely two faced and takes on a whole persona when he is under the Ghostface mask.

If he does so happen to come across you during his killings then he would let you get away without making it look like he is doing that if that makes sense.

He a lil crazy,but I think we all knew that by now. He is our little psychotic bby.

soft yandere vibes

He is a lil bit toxic (just a wee bit)

When it is revealed he is the killer you just broke down crying cuz you were angry and sad that the boy you loved so dearly was a murderer.

If you caught him in the middle of an act you would not want him to touch you. At all.

He could start crying when you backed away from him

He can't just kill you when you figure out his identity he fucking loves you

He'd let you go and not go after you.

(Sorry Jill lover's but let's pretend he got away with it and Jill got caught and died for fanfiction purposes)

Since he got away with it he woke up in the hospital with a stab wound close to his heart. Jill was revealed as the murderer.

You were still in shock and did not say anything. Partially out of fear.

You didn't talk to him for weeks. Hell probably even months after.

You knew you should turn him in but you didn't.

When you do talk to him again it's the same awkward Charlie you know who was still in love with you(are we surprised??)

It took a looooong time to trust him again.

You felt like you had been lied too.

After getting away with the murders Charlie was never going to kill again.

Keyword: Was.

When you began to get calls from the new Ghostface/s he just had to get out of retirement and handle the shit.

If there is 2,he could play it smart and might kill both of them. Or kill one and Injure the other.

You didn't have to know this. No one did.

Charlie learned that some things were better left unsaid.

And he be damned if he lost you again

I guess old habits die hard huh?

[insxghtt]

do you hate me? — euronymous x mean girl!reader

Maybe Euronymous liked you more than he should.

warnings: beating nazis i guess (you'll understand). mostly fluff as always.

this is a fanfic for RORY CULKIN ONLY. i don't even know the real story of mayhem really, i just watched the movie and to be honest i didn't even like it so....... idk sorry, i am in my rory culkin era and i will make it everyone's problem.

The first time Euronymous saw you, you were not in a good mood.

Well, it was difficult to ever see you in a good mood. You came from a not so loving family, so you learned how to defend yourself from a very young age. It’s not like you chose it, you just learned that there were two types of people in the world: the ones who fight, and the ones who get hurt. It was about survival, so you did what you had to do, you built your walls and they were fucking strong.

Some people would be surprised. Euronymous was. You didn’t look very threatening, that was a fact. You liked pink, you loved makeup, you had a sweet smile. It's why he felt so confused when he first saw you walking inside his record store.

Your hair was tied in a bun, your earrings were golden, the pink shirt you were wearing ended just above your stomach, showing off your belly piercing. Your boot-cut jeans and high heels completed your look. You were definitely not fitting in. All the other people in the store were either wearing all black clothes or something dark with a weird band logo in it.

A couple boys tried to scare you as soon as you stepped in, yelling “Hail Satan!” right at your face.

Euronymous smirked, wondering how long it would take for you to realize that you walked in the wrong store.

But you weren't scared. In fact, you stared at the two boys in complete silence. For a moment, they laughed, but soon their smiles began to fade out. Something about your look, your presence and even the way you chewed your gum was fucking scary.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?”, you asked angrily and the two boys just looked away, too afraid to say anything else. “Fuckin’ assholes”, you whispered to yourself as you walked to the balcony, where Euronymous was still staring at you, but this time with surprise.

You stopped right in front of him. The look on your face was serious, and he felt the urge to say something that would make your face twist in disgust. After all, it was his favorite thing to do.

“You sure you’re in the right place, cupcake?”, he jokes.

You just ignored his question.

“Listen, I need a dark fucking mindblowing death metal album or some shit like that, what do you have?”

“This is fucking Helvete. Everything here is metal”, he laughed and leaned on the balcony.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Okay, mister… whatever the fuck your name is…”

“Euronymous”, he added. “My name is Euronymous.”

You felt his friends around looking at you.

“Of course it is…”, you continued, feeling impatient to leave that place. “Look, I have a brother who’s into this…”, you gestured with your hands to the records around. “...type of shit and tomorrow is his birthday. I don’t know if your brain is rational enough to notice, but this is really not my thing, so I’m gonna need some help, okay?”, you gave him a sarcastic smile.

Euronymous liked it. The attitude, the way you were not threatened by anyone there at all. Shit, he even liked the lip gloss in your lips and he was far away from being a lip gloss admirer.

And he had no idea why he liked it.

“Alright”, he nodded, not taking his eyes away from you for even a second. “So, is he really into it or is he a poser?”

You had no idea what he was talking about. “You’re asking me if he’s a satanic freak who wants to burn down churches and eat priests for breakfast?”

“Wow, she’s fast”, he said with a smile and his friends laughed.

“Yes, he is.”

“Alright”, he said, disappearing behind the balcony to grab something.

He knew exactly what you needed. That is, if your friend was not a poser, of course. He grabbed his own band’s record and showed it to you.

You stared at the record and looked back at him. “Okay…”

“It’s my band.”

“This is weird”, you whispered to yourself and the guy in front of you gave you a smirk. “Whatever, how much for it?”

“If you give me your number, it’s for free.”

“That’s not happening, but I appreciate your trying.”

You paid for it as you watched one of his weird friends putting the record in a plastic bag. Euronymous made sure to take it from his friend's hand to give it to you himself and when you grabbed the bag, you felt his fingers touching your hand.

"Freak", you whispered to yourself and he laughed as you turned away to leave.

Euronymous wouldn't say it out loud but he even found himself thinking of you after that.

The second time he saw you, you were beating the shit out of a boy outside of a bar. The boy was on the ground already wrapped up in a ball.

"Fuckin' nazi!", you yelled as you kicked the guy on the stomach one last time. 

Later, he found out that you were very good at beating the shit out of nazis.

As soon as you noticed Euronymous watching you sent him a deadly look. Euronymous would even be scared if he wasn't… well, himself. That was one thing you had in common, you two were not easily threatened.

"What do you want?", you asked.

"Nothing", he shrugged and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, putting it between his lips.

He turned away for a second but soon he turned back to you, removing the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in his pocket. You stared at him curious to what he had to say and he thought to himself if he should really say it.

But you only live once, right?

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Euronymous felt nervous as he watched you thinking about it.

But it was only a drink, right?

So to his relief, you also shrugged and nodded.

You two walked in the bar and he did buy you not one, but two, three, four drinks. You found yourself laughing at one of his jokes at some point and you wondered if it was the alcohol or if you were actually enjoying his presence.

"So, why did you move here?", he asked with a smile. "I mean, it's not like this is a dream city."

"Well, I like it here", you said. "And also the rent is cheap."

He laughed, but didn't say anything. Then you realized he wasn't satisfied with your answer. He wanted to know why.

"I ran away", you answered honestly.

"What did you run away from?"

Maybe if it was anyone else, this would be the perfect moment for you to push them away like you always did. But it wasn't anyone, it was him. And you enjoyed talking to him.

"My family. I ran away from my family."

Euronymous nodded, knowing that there was a line that he couldn't cross yet. Of course, he could ask more. He wanted to, but more than that, he wanted you to do that by yourself.

"I get it", he said.

"Of course you do."

Euronymous looked at you, so you explained. "Look at you, all angry at the world."

"My family is pretty nice, actually."

This time you were the one feeling surprised.

"Really? So you're a family guy?", you asked. "Then why do you act like you hate everyone?"

He thought about it for a second.

"I can still hate everyone except for my family", he gave you a smirk.

You smiled. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that he had those big beautiful blue eyes, but you were mesmerized by how pretty he was.

"Do you hate me?", you whispered as you got closer to his face.

Euronymous stared at your lips. You were so different from him and he, for some reason, was loving it.

"No…", he whispered back.

He didn’t kiss you that night. You turned away before he could do that, distracted by a song playing in the background. You stood up from your chair and offered him your hand, asking him to dance with you. Euronymous hated that song and if it was anyone else asking him to dance, he would immediately decline and leave. But it wasn't anyone, it was you.

So he danced with you. The first minutes he had a frown on his face, but it faded away as soon as he saw you almost tripping on your own feet. He tried to hide his laugh as he held your waist, but you knew he was enjoying this more than he wanted to assume.

Soon, you two were dancing to songs that he swore to never dance to. Euronymous knew that if any of his friends saw him like that, they would probably lose all the respect they had towards him. But then again, he asked himself if he even cared.

And the truth was that he didn’t. He didn't care about anything else other than you at that moment.

[guerrillateezsworld]

mine now- rory keaner

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ask: can you do a dom rory keaner smut where benny has a crush on fem reader and rory hears abt it so he fucks the reader and then the next day she can like barely walk or something that proves they did it ? bc i feel like he has the needs to prove you his or smth

a/n: i giggled at this ask bcuz it really got me in my feels for rory again. rory just having the need to make sure everyone knows you’re his has me on the floor!!! i don’t really write full smut though so ill try

a/n: ok it was longer than i expected

warnings: dom!rory, rory is a smug bitch, cursing, sub!reader, protective sex, fingering, fem!reader, use of good girl and baby, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, not proofread so pls ignore mistakes!!, i think that’s it

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its been going around that a certain someone has a crush on you. that person being benny weir, yours and rory’s best friend. and boy, when rory found out, he was JEALOUS.

see, he’s a vampire. so i feel like that adds onto his VERY protective instincts. after that incident, boy was he sure to show everyone you’re his.

the talk was everywhere, people worried that rory would actually hurt his friend over this crush. but he knows better than to betray his friend and hurt him. soooo… he sticks to something a little more… scandalous.

people definitely can tell what he’s trying to prove when the next day you show up, barely being able to walk. now that’s what i call jealousy and protectiveness

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you were heading home from school whenever rory popped up beside you out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you. you ignored him, giving him the same attitude he’s given you all day. “what’s with the silent treatment?” he sighs, wrapping his arm around you. you shrug and continue to walk. he shakes his head and you both walk up to your house. once you both get inside, he turns you around and gives you a serious look. “why are you ignoring me?” he asks, looking you dead in the eye. “why am i ignoring you? do you not realize that’s what you’ve been doing to me all day?” you ask, clearly irritated. he smirks and you just glare at him. “i heard a certain someone has a crush on you.” “and…?” “clearly you’re mine and no one else’s. i’m jealous okay? he needs to know that you belong to me.”

you smirk at his confession. “you’re.. jealous” you laugh. clearly he doesn’t like that because before you know it, his lips are on yours as he starts making out with you. “let’s move this to my room, yeah?” you ask and he nods. he pulls away and practically drags you to your room and locks your door behind him. “god, you really know how to pull my strings huh?” he asks quietly while pushing you down onto your bed, kissing you quickly. “it’s a pro of mine, i’d say. it’s pretty easy to tick you off and i love it.” you smirk as he rolls his eyes. “just be quiet okay? i need to let everyone know who owns you, yeah?” he snaps back, clearly a little irritated but it’s not like you’ll listen. you hold back a giggle as his hands glide down your body and near where you need him most. completely forgetting about your bratty attitude, you let a small whine out as he caresses your thighs. “p-please rory..” you say and your hips slowly come off the bed. he lets out a groan before pushing your hips down and holding them. “don’t move. understand?” he says lowly, glaring at you.

you nod with a pout as he slowly starts kissing down your body. he gets to your jeans and takes them off, leaving you in your underwear. feeling a little nervous, you try to close your legs but he forcibly opens them back up. “keep your legs open too, baby. you know the rules” he groans, slowly taking your underwear to reveal your arousal. “god. you look so fucking delicious” he smirks and sees you look away. “hey, i want you to look at me while i eat you out and finger you, okay?” he tells you and he leans in to your cunt and licks a clean stripe up to your clit. it seemed to knock the wind out of you as your body jerks and a moan is pulled out of you. he brings his thumb up to rub your clit as he starts eating you out. as if it was a normal reflex, your hands fly to his head and push his face into your cunt some more. choked up moans spill out of your mouth when he immediately pushes two fingers in. your back arches off the bed and he pushes it down. “what did i say?” he asks as he stops his fingers making you groan. “t-to not move” “good girl” he dives back in, licking and sucking.

the knot in your stomach tightens as you notice his subtly grinding onto the bed. “getting close?” he smirks, not stopping one bit. all you can do is nod as the pleasure starts to get too much. he can tell by your heavy breathing and how you keep clenching around his fingers. “i’m gonna cum, rory” you whine loudly. he gives you a nod of approval and you let go, cumming on his tongue and fingers. he licks you clean and sits up, your arousal on his face. he looks at you with a smile and wipes his face off. “you taste so good, baby. but now i think it’s time for the main event. i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be struggling to walk tomorrow” he gives you a smug smirk, it gets wider when he sees your eyes widen. “but?!- you can’t, we have school tomorrow” “well duh, that’s the whole reason silly. maybe it’ll get to benny’s and anyone else’s head that you’re mine. see?” he shrugs.

you know better than to argue back so you just nod, giving into him. “since you’re all prepped, i’ll just slide right in” he chuckles. you can see his bulge as he unbuckles his jeans and takes his boxers off with it. you start drooling at the sight, still never really getting over with how he looks. he reaches over to your nightstand and opens the one drawer. he grabs a condom and opens it and slides it on. he takes your legs and puts them over your shoulders. he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes all the way in. your moan mixed with his groan sounded like music to your ears. “so tight, baby. you were made just for me huh?” he looks down at you as he snaps his hips into you. “we got so distracted that we forgot to take our tops off” rory laughs and stops to move your legs to take his shirt off. you whine at the loss of movement but he just ignores it. “your turn” he says and helps me take off my shirt and bra. he puts my legs over his shoulders again and pushes into me, rougher. he snaps his hips into mine fast while moving his hand up to my neck. as he gets rougher, he squeezes my neck more. “you like it when i fuck you like this? i know you do, baby.”

he chuckles as you babble incoherently due to how hard he’s going. “ugh yes rory, i love it so much”. he leans forward, hitting a different angle with your legs coming close to your chest. you think he doesn’t notice when you slip your hand down to rub at your clit but he does. he slaps your hand away and glares at you. “no touching, understand?” he growls. you just nod and take what he’s giving you like the good girl you are. “rory, i-im gonna cum” the words come out like a mumble as you whine loudly. “oh yeah? then let go baby” he smiles and the knot in your stomach snaps and you come. he smirks and flips you over onto your hands and knees.

due to the easier position, he goes in deeper and pounds into your overstimulated cunt. he makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair and shoves your face into the mattress. you moan loudly but it just comes out muffled due to your position. “rory.. please” you whine into the pillow. he ignores it and continues thrusting into you. “you can take it baby. i know you can” he smirks, even though you can’t even see it. he lets out groans while you’re whining and falling apart beneath him. due to being sensitive, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. “i can tell you’re close again because you’re squeezing me baby” he chuckles as he himself gets closer to his release. you can tell by his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “i’m almost there baby, you can wait a few” he says with a grunt. a muffled yes followed along by a whine comes from you. his thrust start to get more sloppier as he gets closer. finally, he gives you permission to come. “alright baby, let loose. come on my cock like a good girl” he groans out. what felt like the best orgasm ever, hits you and you moan loudly as you let go. he comes in the condom and helps you ride out your high. once you’re done, he slowly pulls out with a groan making you whine at the lost contact. he takes the condom off and throws it away before he collapses next you, heavily breathing. “now you know who you belong to right? say it” he says while looking you dead in the eyes. “you rory, i’m all yours” you manage to say while you’re still calming down. “good girl. now maybe people will realize tomorrow at school when you’re struggling to walk” he smirks. letting your realization kick in that you guys still have school tomorrow, you groan. “so this was your plan after all you sneaky asshole” he lets a laugh slip out at your words. he just shrugs and smiles smugly, “i figured you would’ve realized by now”. you don’t have the energy to reply back so you lift your hand up to flip him off to which he laughs at. finally, he turns over to you so he can see you better. “you’ll definitely need a shower and some rest tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow” he smiles. “yeah i definitely will. bye rory, i love you” you say as he gets up to put his clothes back on. “i love you too” he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss. he grabs his stuff and leaves while you still lay there for a few minutes.

deciding to get up, you go to your closet to grab clothes for a shower. you don’t feel much discomfort right now but you definitely will tomorrow. you head to the bathroom and take a shower. once you’re done, you put your phone on charge and turn off the lights before settling down on your bed. immediately you fall asleep in the comforts of your bed.

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it’s the next morning and you wake up, feeling the discomfort already. “damn it rory” you tell yourself. getting the remaining courage and energy, you get up and get ready. grabbing your stuff and leaving for school. when you get to school, rory is already standing at the doors waiting for you with a smug smirk on his face. “how you feeling?” he tries to hide his laugh. “shut up” you tell him, not really amused. you guys walk in and you’re already getting stares at the limping you’re doing.

now everyone definitely knows what you and rory did last night but no one dares to say anything, even benny. he’s a little spooked but glad rory didn’t try to kill him or something.

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andddd i’m done!! thank you for reading and thanks to the requester for requesting!!

[juliansjss]

‘’ YOU ALWAYS COME TO THE PARTIES . . . ON YOUR KNEES ‘’ | Euronymous ! |

Warnings: NSFW, fem Reader, degrading talk, p in v, smut with plot, hate fuck, car sex. (No I do not support the actual person, just Rory playing a part.)

Authors note: hiiii! So this is my first post on this account, and my first time writing smut in forever, so if it’s a little iffy you know why! But I do hope you enjoy this!

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He had always been in his weird ways. His strange comments, and odd behavior. It turned you away from him even then. School was hell because of him. Always making strange comments about you, and your friends. So you felt the need to hold back.

Now, you have your own band. It was more in the goth scene than metal, but somehow the two of you ended up at the same party. You and your bandmate, Raven, had been dragged there by her old college roommate. The party was okay, though it stunk of weed and sex, that was normal for this kind of thing. You sat on the couch that someone had definitely been fucked on earlier, but honestly you didn’t you care. There was a random blunt being passed around and you weren’t too much of a prude to take it.

That was until you noticed the band walked in. You rolled your eyes as you still took a hit of the blunt. Honestly, the band made decent music, wasn’t your cup of tea but it wasn’t the worst you had heard.

You handed the blunt to the next person, leaning your head back as you felt the couch dip beside you, turning your head to the side to see exactly who it was.

‘Of fucking course.’ You thought as the dark haired male made his way to meet your eyes.

“Funny seeing you here, Yvette.” He said, dragging the stage name out, like it was a kind of joke with a flicker of a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah I bet it is, Euronymous.” You said in the same cocky tone that he had.

“You know, I never thought someone as stuck up as you would be into this kind of stuff.” He said, the banter seemingly amusing to the man.

“Well, I wouldn’t see someone as weird as you being invited to this stuff either” you said, deadpanning.

“Aw, don’t flatter me.” He said with a smirk on his lips.

You just turned away from the man as you got the blunt back, taking yet another hit,

“You know how to take your weed, huh?” He said, the same stupid smirk on his lips.

“I’m a musician, I know how to take more than just weed” you said, rolling your eyes “don’t you have some groupie to fuck??”

“I don’t fuck groupies. I’m the leader of the band.” He shrugged, his tone turning serious.

“Sure you don’t. Believe me if everytime I heard that I’d be drowning in money.” You said with a cocky tone, the spiel getting boring at this point.

“Oh yeah? And I bet you have a lot of experience with that. Huh?” He said, now taking the blunt.

“You’re a fucking loser, Øystein.” You said, standing up and walking away, back to find Raven.

The night had calmed down, since you had been up. People were either passed out, or outside in the pool. That’s where you found Raven, laid out on a lawn chair. You stood beside her. The girl supported a drink in her hand, and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth like a true rockstar.

“I think you got a ghost” she giggled, clearly drunk.

“Hm?” You said turning your head back, and there he was again.

God, he was relentless, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t at least a little hot, that he was a little hot.

“Do you have a ride home?” You mumbled to your friend

“Yup! Jades taking me home, I’m all set, you know.. if you wanna.” She said winking at you.

“Ew god no.” You shook your head, with a sour expression on your face

“Aww you don’t wanna fuck me? That’s too bad. I would assume it would make a great collab for our bands.” He smirked as he looked down at Raven, who nodded back at him with a smile.

You rolled your eyes yet again, walking away from the scene. Except, before you could get very far, he grabbed your arm.

“No you don’t, I wasn’t done talking to you.” The man said, staring down into your eyes.

“What the fuck do you want?” You mumbled as he did so.

“I just wanna talk, sweetcheeks.” He said, clearly the nickname an unfunny joke.

“About fucking what, Øystein?” You said, slapping his hand off of you.

“About how I know you wanna fuck me, just as much as I want to fuck you.” He whispered in your ear, clearly trying to hide from prying eyes.

Maybe he wasn’t wrong. I mean, he was pretty hot. But that would be it. Mindless sex with a hot guy wasn’t the end of the world, was it?

“Will that make you shut up?” You said in an annoyed tone.

“Fuck yeah it will.” He said enthusiastically back.

You grabbed him by his arm and dragged him out to your car. That wasn’t what he expected, but you didn’t trust him not to make his weird ass bandmates come and do weird shit. You wouldn’t doubt if they would come and take pictures and show everyone. At least here, you knew the tint was dark enough that no one could see.

“Get the fuck in.” You said angrily. Honestly you probably needed to get the aggression out.

He got in the back seat, not being his usual mouthy self which filled you with a sense of pride. When you got in after him, he was already taking off his pants and boxers. His dick standing hard against his stomach.

“God you really are a whore.” You mumbled and rolled your eyes.

Honestly the reaction he gave you wasn’t what you expected, a shocked look but that was filled with arousal.

“And If you try to fucking kiss me,” you mumbled, before grabbing him by the hair “I’ll fucking cut your tongue off.”

“Damn.” He said, his voice mixed with lust.

“Damn is right.” You said, swallowing hard. As you began to unzip your black leather skirt.

Were you really about to do this? Fuck the guy that made your life a living hell before? Yeah. You only live your life once right? Plus hopefully this would get him off your back, once and for all.

“You know, for such a loser, you do have a big cock.” You smirk, mostly to yourself, you were honestly surprised with the amount he hadn’t talked at all in this interaction.

“Thanks. I’ve been working on it for this moment.” He said, still a cocky smirk on his face.

“You’re a bitch.” You said, rolling your eyes as you took off your underwear.

“Gonna let me fuck now? I’ve been waiting.” He mumbled as he eyed you like a meal.

You rolled your eyes as you moved to slowly push yourself onto his dick. A decent stretch, you couldn’t lie, that was for certain. A little yelp came out as you did so.

“Oh, oh” he said, staring up at you with big eyes, clearly feeling the pleasure too.

At that it was, it was unreal. It was a mix of things that made it so good. The mix of fear that you’d get caught, the fact it was him, and the fact that you were wrapped so tightly around the man.

“Hm, I guess you’re good enough.” You said with a smirk, through breathy moans as you began lifting yourself up and down on the cock inside you.

“That’s so good, slut.” He said, grabbing at your hair to pull you down further on him.

“You’re the one who claims to be big and bad and is fucking someone in their car.” You said in a snarky tone.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up? Just take my cock and be quiet.” He said as he began thrusting into you now.

“That would mean I lost.” You mumbled as the feeling began to overwhelm your senses.

God, he did have experience and you knew that. He knew what to touch and where to hit to get you screaming out in no time.

“Fuck.you are a good fuck, maybe I should’ve tried to get off my back sooner.” You mumbled as you threw your arms over his shoulder, gripping at his back, your nails making indents into the skin.

He continued thrusting into you for a while, before moving down to flip you over. Now hitting deeper than before in missionary, faster too. You cover your mouth quickly in fear of someone coming out to find you being fucked practically into the backseat of your car.

“Øystein.. if you fucking cum in me, I’ll chop your dick off.” You said, mumbled from under your hand.

“You’re great at dirty talk.” He laughed as he began fucking into you faster, clearly trying to get to the edge faster, as you knew the two of you have been in there far too long to not be suspicious.

He moved his hand down to rub at your clit, making you moan louder against the hand that was covering your mouth.

And then suddenly you saw white. You heard yourself moan louder than you had all night, and your back was arched against him.

It took a few seconds to come back to it. But when you did, you saw the cum on your stomach and Euro outside of the car, zipping up his pants as he watched you.

“You know where to call me if you ever want me on your back again.” He winked and walked away, shutting the door behind him.

[acourtofmenandthirst]

To The Mother

A shorter Eris x Archeron!Sister fic to add to the collection! I still would like to work on this series of fics (not chronological, but little blurbs from their story) and I have a few more ideas I want to write. Don't worry - I am still working on the Cassian Part II but it's really long so far and I had this idea and wanted to write it out tonight for you!

Warnings: None, angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.4K

“What’s that scar from?”

Eris stared at you, his glowing red eyes wide with shock. His lips parted ever so slightly, mouth ran dry at the question. He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, frozen in thought, without a quick retort - if just for the first time in his life. 

You smiled, lips curled upwards at the question. Eris saw how your eyes sparkled, despite the pink blush that crawled up your cheeks. His eyes flitted between you and the young boy in front of you, the one who stared up at the once human female like he was in love with her. Rory’s hands were clasped in front of him, rocking back and forth on his tiptoes as he tucked his chin to his chest. But he smiled at you and you smiled back as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Eris could have laughed, the utter opposite of the female he’d originally brought to Autumn. You had certainly blossomed, adapting to your role as his wife. After months spent getting to know each other - tea time spent talking about everything yet nothing at all, building up to even touch each other, he was able to trust you - and he definitely worked to earn yours. 

But even after all that time, years after the two of you had married, even after he’d helped you bathe, after he told you about his father, after you’d confessed everything about your family to him, he’d never asked about that little scar along the underside of your jaw. 

Not that you ever asked about his - not really. You could spend hours pointing to each one of his scars and asking him what happened - but you never did. Instead, your kisses lingered along the torn skin of his throat, the marred flesh along his chest, the raised line over his cheekbone. No, your nails simply raked over the puckered skin on his back, tongue traced the ridges over his stomach, legs rubbed against the marks across his thighs. You never asked. 

He watched the understanding flash over your face the night he told you about Beron, the centuries of torment he underwent, how he spent most of his life in pain and bleeding. You caught on quickly, blinking away the crystal tears that welled up in your eyes. You’d asked how a father could do such a thing, inflict such damage on his son. But it was the court politics; he told you that you’d understand it soon enough as his wife, living in a court still ruled by Beron.

You’d barely looked the High Lord in the eye since. 

But you’d still loved Eris Vanserra, the male who fought and bled for the Autumn Court. 

He watched you lean closer to young Rory, who giggled as you whispered the answer to his question. Even with his ears perked up, Eris couldn’t make out the short tale you’d spun, but it had the babe in awe of you - of whatever battle you’d managed to win and earn that small scar. 

He watched the little male’s mouth open, a whole storm of questions ready to erupt. 

So Eris finally moved, taking long strides to approach your side. “We have to get going,” he simply said, taking your hand in his. “Thank Lady (Y/N) for talking.”

“Sorry, sir,” he mumbled, big brown eyes pointed at the ground. His bottom lip jutted out as he kicked the ground. “Thank you, Lady (Y/N).” 

You tutted, squeezing Eris’s hand as he tried to pull you away. You narrowed your eyes at your husband, the utter urgency displayed in the tightness of his jaw, desperate to end the personal questions. “Thank you, Rory.” You reached up your free hand to brush his moppy brown hair away from his face. “Now go find your mommy, okay? She’s probably worried about you.”

Rory beamed up at you. He smiled broadly, puffing out his chest in reply. “I’m eight now, Lady (Y/N). My mom doesn’t worry about me.”

Eris cocked a brow, straightening to his full height and lifting his head to scan the bustling village streets. There were clumps of Fae around each of the shops, bystanders watching, waiting, if only just to catch a glimpse of the royal Fae. There was no doubt in his mind they were only out to see you, they all stared in awe at your beauty, the human girl. 

You’d had a reputation prior to your marriage, the daring, drunk, fighter Fae from the Night Court. While you may have had a dark spur during your time in the Court of Nightmares, Eris was quick to uncover the real you. You no longer relied on your harmful vices, itching to escape the reality with your family. 

After your wedding, the public got a glimpse at said Nightmare outcast - ostracized for a reason, in fact. You weren’t harmful, not scary like Rhysand, or bloodthirsty like the Illyrians. You didn’t show yourself off like they did in the Nightmare, trading in your black silk for Autumnal red.  

Eris scanned the crowds for Rory’s mother, eyes sifting through the small crowds. He was quick to find her, chatting with some of the other Fae. As soon as the young boy glanced up at Eris and saw him searching for his mother, the babe bolted, sprinting over to her before the High Lord’s son would have the chance to tell his mother on him. 

Eris remained stoic as Rory ran over to her, launching himself at her and went nearly tumbling into her side. He clutched at her skirts and the female was startled, but as soon as she looked up and saw the pair of you watching the scene, she smiled and bowed, then wrapped a son around her hand’s shoulder. He’d certainly get a scolding later. But Eris nodded in response, and he felt you latch yourself to his side, waving at the small group. 

You were met with many smiles, small curtsies and bows presented to you. Eris shifted on his feet, uncomfortable at the formality. With a smile exchanged with the Autumn Fae, you began walking, opting to save your husband from his own awkwardness. 

“You need to work on talking to the babes, Eris,” you teased, wrapping your hands around his bicep. Eris led you down the street, watching the shops and restaurants pass by as you walked. “He’s just curious.” 

He hummed. “He ought to learn it isn’t polite to ask those kinds of questions about your appearance.” You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off. “About anyone’s appearance.”

You rolled your eyes when he flashed that victorious grin, to which you smacked his arm. “I didn’t know I married a male so intolerant of children’s questions.” You were only half teasing.

He shrugged and bit his lip to hide his smile. “You didn’t think to ask about that before accepting my proposal.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh - the very sound made Eris’s heart flutter. “We’ll have to work on that if we’re to have children of our own.” 

The male nearly choked. “Is that happening soon?”

You shrugged, shoulder rubbing against him as you tucked yourself closer into his side. “Maybe - should you learn how to tolerate their questions.”

Eris bit the inside of his cheek.

He didn’t tell you about how his chest tightened and eyes nearly welled up at the thought. 

“What did you tell him, anyway?” He couldn’t mask the amusement in his voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Lord Vanserra.” 

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Eris’s fingers fiddled with the golden buttons on his jacket. He debated asking you the same question all afternoon, since you’d shut him down originally. He’d spent the remainder of the day watching the Autumn Fae fawn over you, giving you flowers and harvest baskets, asking you questions and complimenting you. “So what did you tell Rory earlier?” 

He never frequented the villages before you came around - the citizens of Autumn were never too pleased with his father, and Eris was afraid they felt the same about him. They surely did, he figured. Only until you came around. You brought out his softer side, they saw the adoration in his eyes and how you wrapped yourself around him - they watched as he doted on you, never pushed you away or lost his temper. Not like how Beron treated his mother. 

You’d thrown a look over your shoulder at the male, who stood facing the dresser, stripping from the regal clothes he donned for the village visit. You smirked, despite the fact he couldn’t see you, and replied: “You really want to know, huh?”

He shrugged, laying his jacket across the back of the chair beside him. He worked his way out of his pants and sweater, not bothering to cast a cheeky look at you while you changed into your nightgown. “He was excited about it.” Eris dug around the armoire for some linen pants. “I figured you might like to share that tale with me.” 

You watched him step into the trousers, unable to tear your eyes away from those long lean legs. He tied the string around his taught waist and you snapped out of your gaze. You made your way to the bed, sitting on the edge and applying your salve to your arms and chest, working up your neck. Your fingers traced the small scar Rory had asked about, so faint you were surprised he’d even seen it. “I told him it was from when I fell off a Pegasus.” 

Eris smiled, recalling his time as a young babe, the stories of the creatures from the other Courts were ethereal - the young children all dreamed of seeing the Day Court flying horses, the water wraiths in the Summer Court, or the reindeer in the Winter Court. It was rare for the ordinary Fae to leave their courts - even just for a visit elsewhere. It was a luxury given to the High Lords and their most trusted emissaries. To see a Pegasus - let alone ride one - was something poor Rory could only dream of. 

Your husband hummed, making his way over to your shared bed. “And I have to learn to talk to children?” He shifted the covers and pulled them back, standing across the bed, waiting for you to climb under the sheets first. “You’re the one lying to the boy.”

You turned to face him, cocking a brow. “You don’t know that’s not how I got it.” 

He scoffed, pushing the covers even farther back, impatiently waiting for you. “Yeah I forgot about your little stint with Helion.”

You smiled broadly, climbing onto the tall mattress. “You almost sound jealous.” 

Eris groaned, following you under the sheets. “Let’s not joke about it anymore.”

You laughed, scooching closer to him. “You started it!” He muttered something under his breath, dropping back onto the pillow in defeat. “Besides - ” you pulled the covers over his waist. “He and Rhysand are pretty close now - it wouldn’t be too far fetched an idea - ”

Eris grabbed for you, desperate to shut you up, and grasped your waist, earning a high pitched squeal from you. His fingers dug into your hip bones, heat seeping from his hands, a tickle grazing over your skin. He maneuvered on top of you, legs tangling with yours. He ducked his head into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips to the soft skin over the expanse of your throat. He nipped and licked his way up to the corner of your jaw, where his tongue traced the thin scar there. 

“So,” he murmured, lips sucking at the soft spot under your ear. “What happened here?” Your hands threaded through his red hair, pulling softly as he rubbed his nose against your ear. “And leave Helion out of it, please.” 

You huffed a breath in mock laughter, winding your arms around his shoulders and resting over his broad back. With a hum, you let him settle between your legs, and Eris inched his way down your body until he laid on top of you, head pressed against your chest. You welcomed him with open arms, loving the feeling of his heavy weight against you - like the heaviest, comfiest blanket you had. He listened to your heartbeat jump as you chewed on your bottom lip. 

“A bar fight,” you replied quietly, simply. 

Eris’s hand crawled up your arm, his thumb ran against your soft skin. “A bar fight?” 

You nodded against the pillow, twirling a finger in his hair. “In the Court of Nightmares.”

Eris cursed under his breath. He thought you might have been joking at first. But you told him the story - without any prompting. You trusted Eris with all of the stories of your past - all of them: the good, the bad, the ugly. It was shitty, in reality. Most of the tales of your past were plain ugly. 

So you told him about your time in Velaris. How you drank and drank and drank alongside your older sister. All the time you spent pent up in the shitty apartments, when you had to move to the townhouse because Rhys condemned your flat - there was nobody to confide in except the bottle of wine. There weren’t many fights in Velaris, though, just drinking. Not that you hadn’t tried, though, instigating with the big drunk males. But the Fae backed down. 

Smart enough not to try a Cauldron Made female, you supposed. 

They’d separated you and Nesta, though, sent her to the House of Wind and you to the Court of Nightmares. To break you both separately - build you each into the sisters Fayre wanted. 

But the Nightmares fought back. 

Fae and slimy creatures alike - if you didn’t start shit, they surely would. You didn’t know what kind of creatures lay in the dark, what was looking to take some anger out on the High Lady’s sister.

“I don’t even know what it was,” you breathed, fingers numbly sifting through your husband’s hair. “It was blue, and scaled.” You shivered at the memory. “I think it had fangs.”

Eris stiffened and pushed himself from the mattress, propping himself on an elbow. His other hand gripped your hip, heat seeping into you. “What was it?”

You watched his jaw set, faelight flickering against his soft skin. You chewed on your bottom lip and closed your eyes, unable to look at him. “I don’t know…” your heart stuttered in your chest, tightness pulling at your throat. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It clawed at me - nicked me right here under my jaw.” 

You swallowed harshly, the pit in the bottom of your stomach growing. Eris was pushing himself up off the bed but you grabbed him quickly. You held him by the freckled shoulders and kept him still on the mattress. But his chest was near heaving, brows furrowed. His skin was burning, his anger bubbling up inside of you. “They sent you to the Court of Nightmares as punishment and let that happen to you?” He was seething, tone clipped. 

You sucked in a breath, eyes wide as you watched the male above you. “It was just a fight - ”

“(Y/N),” he stopped you. “You may not know what vermin slither around that fucking hellhole, but that bastard Rhysand does.” Eris heaved, chest rising as he worked through a breath. Your eyes fell from those blazing irises down to his chest. His skin was littered with scars, red splotched over his chest - the fire building up nearly visible. “Don’t - ” he grunted. “Don’t make excuses for him.”

“Eris - ” Your hands flew up to his chest, hoping your cool hands would calm him down. His breathing grew ragged as he sank back onto the bed, knees shaking underneath him. 

His eyes were wide - anger quickly fading to pain. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He brushed you off, big hands encircling your wrists. But he continued staring at you, eyes trained straight ahead into yours. 

Eris sucked in a breath, holding it deep in his lungs as he looked at you - truly looked at you. Your pupils were blown wide, between the fading faelights and the concern that laced your features, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips. But you were glowing. 

His chest felt like it was contracting, he was barely able to breath through the throe of his stomach twisting. He thought his heart stopped.

When finally he felt it - the hard pop! that sent his mind whirling. 

He was sure his heart stopped.

The beating he felt in his chest - the rapid pumping of his heart - wasn't his. 

It was yours. 

He felt the confusion, the pain, the fear, the utter fucking love that poured from your heart.

His hand clutched at his chest as he sucked in another breath. The male’s red eyes burned into you incredulously, and in that moment you weren’t sure if heart attacks were only limited to humans.

“(Y/N),” he breathed. “(Y/N) - ” he cut himself off, lurching forward, and grabbing you by the cheeks. He smashed his lips against yours, to which you couldn’t help but yelp as he pulled you into him. “You - you’re my - we’re mates - ”

You froze against his lips, eyes wide as your hands flew to his chest. “I’m what?”

Eris was incomprehensible. His mind wasn’t working, his throat choking on each syllable after. All he could focus on was the string that tied itself in a pretty bow around his heart, the one that tethered itself to you. Warmth flushed through him - not like fire, no.

He felt you.

Eris laughed.

He just sat there and laughed. 

The smile was one you weren’t sure you’d seen before. Different than after your wedding, when he’d spent the whole evening with that shit eating grin, that I’ll devour you grin. It wasn’t like the first real smile he’d given you, tight lipped but made his eyes crinkle. Nothing like the laughter he’d produce after you both recalled childhood stories. Definitely not like the chuckle he’d emit after you’d cleverly insult the Night Court. 

No he was laughing - in utter disbelief. 

After centuries of torture and abuse, the male had finally been handed something he’d been dreaming of. And all he could do was laugh. 

So much so, that tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. 

He was overcome with emotion. 

“Eris Vanserra, you better speak up right fucking now.” Your mind was moving a thousand miles a minute. 

Mate? 

Mate? 

You almost didn’t believe him. 

Not until he grabbed your shoulders and kissed you again, and again, and again. A thousand chaste kisses as he fought for his own breath in between. 

“(Y/N) Vanserra you are my mate.” 

His smile was contagious, and apparently so was the warmth burning in his chest. 

You took a shaky breath, your own throat closing with emotion. You tried to swallow past the knot that was forming there instead of words. All of the words you’d imagined you’d say in this exact moment - the confessions, the profession of your undying love.

Eris kissed you again before pulling you fully into his arms, sat up in the bed, legs tangled together. His arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you so tight there was barely room to breathe.

Not that either of you sought oxygen at that moment - only each other. 

His face fell into the crook of your neck, where his nose brushed against your pulse. “I prayed to the Mother every night for this, (Y/N),” he whispered, afraid his voice would crack if he’d spoken any louder. You choked on a sob, winding your arms over his shoulders. “For Her to mate us.” You felt his warm tears against your neck, a shaky laugh emitted from the male. “From the first night you spent here - you wanted nothing to do with me.”

You sniffled, sighing as you dropped your head against the top of his, the bridge of your nose pressed against his ear. “That’s not true.”

He smiled, arms wrapping around you even tighter. “We hadn’t exchanged more than three words and I knew I was yours.” He smiled against your skin. “I asked the Mother for this every day. I nearly begged her for it.” He laughed, still shaking with disbelief. 

You kissed the tip of his ear, nuzzling your cheek against the crown of his head, holding him closer. “My mate.”

[artzee-bee]

Rory x Erica x Reader Headcanons

Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire

Request: "I read your poly! bethan hcs and I wanted to request poly benny x rory x reader or rory x reader x erica if possible!! whichever one you feel more comfortable with :)"

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: implications of a toxic relationship in the beginning but it's not bad, I swear!

A/n: headcanons are weird to me cause I just end up writting a short story anyways. Might make another part to talk more about the relationship itself

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Your relationship definitely started on a…rough patch

You and Rory got together first. It happened very naturally, as he couldn’t really hide his affections from you (not that this mattered at all to him) and you found him more and more endearing and adorable with every passing day

You and Erica got together almost 8 months later. She realised her feelings for you during a school dance and made it her mission to steal you away.

Rory was actually excited for you, funnily enough! Of course both of you acknowledged how hot Erica was and he thought it was so cool that his girlfriend was approached by someone like her (gave him a new sense of confidence too). He was the one who encouraged you to reply to Erica’s advancements, assuring you he was totally fine with it!

It took Erica a long time to agree to “sharing” you with Rory. She tried time and time again to have you change your mind, but you stood your ground firmly, explaining that you loved him with all your heart, so she could either accept the terms or move on

A lot of disagreements in the beginning over Erica’s possessiveness, but things got even worse when she started catching feelings for Rory as well

All of a sudden, she’s picking fights over everything! Rory’s name can’t even be uttered in conversation without some sort of volcanic reaction. She often feels guilty about these moments, but she finds it really hard to navigate her new found affection for somebody she used to see as such a weirdo. Now she can barely suppress a smile when he offers to pay for her coffee as well while out or pretend to be annoyed when he’s oversharing about his special interests

You figure it out for her. The realization hits you all at once one day, during another argument in which Erica tried to convince you to ditch your plans with your boyfriend and stay with her! It almost makes you laugh at how simple this whole thing could’ve been solved

You told Rory everything (with Erica’s consent of course) and he was over the moon. He was pacing around the room, giggling like a little kid, hugging you, twirling you, posing and making all sorts of funny remarks about how much of a ladies man he is before he finally picked up the phone, called Erica, and asked her on a proper date

Things calmed down a lot after that. Arguing halted at once, even though it still took all of you a little bit to get accustomed to this new dynamic.

You and Rory tried to make Erica as comfortable as possible. She’s very insecure and concerned with maintaining her image in front of the school and her feelings felt very conflicting at first, but soon, she learned to get over her fears. On your first date together as a throuple, as she looked at the two of you sharing a menu across the table from her, she knew she loved you more than she loved being popular, whatever that meant

Rory loves boasting about his two beautiful girls. Takes every occasion to rub it in Etahn and Benny’s noses, which definitely makes for an entertaining scene

Erica finds it exciting to rediscover and explore some of the more geeky subjects that she used to be passionate about before. You encourage her a lot and she eventually learns to have a fun time exchanging theories and information with Rory about whatever topic.

You always keep extra sunglasses and sun protection in your bag for them, in case one of them forgets (it’s always Rory, and Erica always teases him for it but it’s okay, cause even if he’s forgetfulness would have enraged her in the past, now she’s just grown to accept it as another trait of her lover’s, whom she loves very much)

[marchsfreakshow]

Alright, so!

Hypothetical question: if the Evans were somehow in the same universe and wound up meeting (after the initial shock of seeing so many doppelgangers of themselves...), who would get along the best/like a house on fire, and who would be hissing at each other from across the room like feral cats?

THE CHAOS!!

I love chaos! I'll include a few non ahs evans too <3 thank you for this anon i've had so much fun thinking about these.

My thoughts under the cut cause I rambled.

Kit and Colin are definitely gonna get along fr.

Warren and Kai might just end up getting high and scream about politics together, I can feel it in my bones.

Tate is gonna sit in a corner and watch incredulously, too many doppelgangers, too much to think about.

Jeff just thinks he's had too much coke and is seeing things, and would probably freak out at JPM who just stays calm and attempts to not murder, basically his clones.

If we're going with pre-death Kyle, I think he'd try to be friendly with like, Jimmy. Who is just feeling insecure x100.

Quickie is zipping around and saying hello to everyone way too fast which freaks out Rory, but he'd be into it.

Kit and Rory might also just sit together and talk about their wives. Same with Edward and Gallant. They're just talking about the men they love. But not very much, Edward is literally just too scared to talk to anyone. He'd rather go back to his own universe and exist with his art.

Austin and JPM are getting along purely because of blood. Like that's the only reason they get along. And the fact that James is a ghost, and Austin is a vampire.

Going with FrankenKyle, Quickie is definitely accidentally incriminating him. He doesn't mean to, but he does. Jimmy realises Quickie is too much for our little zombie boy and pulls quickie back, telling him off. Jimmy is definitely the dad of the group for a moment.

Kai and Stan might get along. Might. Other than that, Stan isn't getting along with anyone. They're all (decently) loyal to their women, so they're all not fans of Stan being...well Stan.

Colin might have a sudden soft spot for FrankenKyle like Jimmy, and he's definitely checking on Kyle occasionally. Kit's fatherly nature also kicks in a lot and wants to check on everyone to make sure they're okay :(

[fullofgutsndopamine]

it’s not romantic if (the second chance is secondhand)

tw:cursing, mention of anxiety, mention of bad childhood, drinking (Not to excess, only mentioned), abrupt(ish) ending, est relationship/meeting

or: hasan invited you over for dinner with his kid

more here

“Papa,” Rory says with a giggle as she pulls on his shirt sleeve, “you look nervous.”

he sighs, drops his hands that shake. he didn’t think he was being that obvious, but if anyone would pick up on it, it would be his shadow.

“i’m not.” he insists, “i’m-“

“is it because of your date tonight?” she giggles, burying her head into his leg, making sure the word date is especially drawn out.

he groans.

the middle of a packed grocery store, a list the size of his arm-fuck he can’t even remember the last time he showered-

“papa,” she pulls on his pant leg, still giggling into his jeans, he can feel her tiny fingernails dig into his leg, “are you nervous? ‘cause i know how to fix it.”

a laugh comes out of him. he doesn’t want to laugh, is overwhelmed with the amount of things to do and talking about this upcoming date makes him more nervous-

but he looks at his kid, a carbon copy of him, a mess of curls and freckles like him, and some anxious breaks off and melts away slowly-

"Do you?" He says gently, kneels in the middle of the grocery store on the cold floor, doesn't care about bystanders rolling their eyes, or crowding the place up, "Go on. What's the fix?"

His hands play with her hair, the pieces of hair that fell out of the half assed braid he did this morning, before the sun was up and his eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep, the sleepless nights-

he just feels so bad. like he's destined for Rory to end up on a reality television show on how bad he fucked her up, raising her without a mother, or another figure, is trying to figure this out by himself every morning-feels like he never has gotten it right-

"Yeah," She giggles, takes a step closer so their bellies collide into each other, "The rock, Papa. I told you."

he laughs.

she sounds exhausted, always mentioning it, always reminding him of it's existence (as if he isn't constantly carrying it in his pocket) and what an innocent answer-a rock to fix all his problems; cure his anxiety, make someone fall in love with him, fix the gap left having only one parent raise her)

"This?" He teases, settling in his spot and digging in his pocket before he produces it, makes her wait a second before he opens his palm, showing the rock off, smooth with age now

"That's it!" She all but squeals, "If you show that to them bear, everything will be okay."

she says it so confidently, without any stress, like this is the definite answer, he can't help but pull her in closer, kiss her forehead-

maybe he isn't doing a horrible job-

"I'll keep it handy, baby." He laughs, looks at the watch on his wrist and holds in a groan. "C'mon, we gotta be quick."

And she throws her arms up in the air, and even though she's probably far too old, and far too big for it, he rolls his eyes and picks her up by her armpits, swings her onto his hip as he pushes the cart slowly.

by the time Hasan gets home, he's managed to narrowingly avoid texting you (and letting his worries show) at least six times.

He sets Rory in front of the television, pushes down any thoughts of guilt on that, and takes the stairs two at a time to shower-

by the time he's out, he has fifteen minutes until you're suppose to show up, and he bites his lip as he goes over the missed text from you: leaving now :) followed by fuck i forgot something i'll be late immediately a i'm so sorry!! :(

his thumbs pad over the keyboard as he texts you back to be careful, and figures he has maybe an extra five minutes, as he towel dries his hair and searches for any clean clothes that Rory hasn't stolen. His fingers betray him and shake with uncertainty, every part of him wants to cancel hasn't been this nervous in years as he buttons up a white button down.

he takes a look in the mirror and sighs, doesn't give himself time to think too much abut how old this shirt is, how the last time he wore it was laced in tragedy, buried it in his closet to be done with it-

but everything else seems wrong, underdressed, like he doesn't care about this date (when he in fact cares very much about this date) so he doesn't give himself time to overthink it, transfer the rock from one set of jeans into this one, squeezes it once through the material and turns the lights out before he can chicken out

Rory follows him around the kitchen as he gets pizza dough he made a few weeks ago from the freezer, throws it in the sink to thaw.

Rory follows behind him, humming, and he makes abrupt stops as he talks to himself, trying to get everything right, to do this right-that by the time Rory runs into his legs for the fourth time because of an abrupt stop, a quiet "oof!" out of her as she steps back, rubs her forehead-

some anxiety melts away.

suddenly, Rory is on his hip as he gets ingredients out, sets them up, and he's singing and spinning her around, and everything feels right. there's just one piece missing and it's you shaped-

the bell rings.

Rory gasps, her eyes wide and she pauses like a deer in headlights, her hand covered by his as he was mid singing to her

"It's time!"

She all but squeals, kicks her legs to be let down, "Come on, bear!"

the second her feet touch the ground her hand is raised, searching for his mid air until her hand finds his, tangles her hand in his.

Hasan doesn't have time to panic, as she pulls him down the small hallway. he uses his other hand to try and fix his hair, still wet, grabs the bouquet of flowers from the superstore as he passes them, puts it behind his back-

and he sees you behind the door.

you look just as anxious as he feels, he can see you picking at your lips, moving your head around in the mirrored glass to make sure your make up is okay, fixing stray hairs-

Rory throws the door open, and he's glad she's there as an ice breaker, as she wraps her arms around your legs

And you're giggling, kneeling down to give her a hug back, and some tension melts away as you're kneeling, talking gently to her

you give yourself a minute with just Rory, to give the worries a second to melt away, before you stand back up, face to face with Hasan

"Hi." You say gently.

"Hi," he says back, his face is bright red, scratches the back of his head, "Y-you look amazing."

He shakes his head, almost in a: i can't believe how lucky i am that they gave me a chance-

the fond is evident on his face, he shakes his head as you're laughing, "You don't look so bad yourself."

you're teasing, and the line is overdone, but in the white button up, his sleeves rolled up crooked, like he was in the middle of helping Rory with something and had to get them out of the way quickly just works-just makes it look good, somehow

your face is still red, as Rory nudges him, and it's like he snaps back to life, shakes his head, "Right, right. Uh, here. For you-"

and a small bouqet of sunflowers is in front of you.

they're tied together with string, in paper wrap from the grocery store, desperately need some water-

"Hasan," you sigh, "They're perfect. Thank you-"

he shrugs, "Rory insisted."

and it's half true. He was practically running to check out when Rory pulled on his jeans, pulled him over to the small flower display-insisted he take the time to smell them all, feel the petals, gently run the pad of his fingers over them-

"Well," You laugh, face red, "She has good taste."

there's silence for half a beat, and while it's comfortable, Hasan wants to scream as his anxiety says the worst over it-

"Come on," Rory pulls at your hand, "Bear got the stuff for pizza."

"Sorry." He's apologizing for some stupid reason, his face bright red. He wants to make you the four course meal you deserve, wants to take you out to a dinner with all the bells and whistles, but it's just-not possible. Not even in his wildest dreams, could he do it.

And you're shaking your head, as Rory drags you to the kitchen, Hasan taking your coat and trying to ignore how it smells like you as he sets it over the banister.

"Don't apologize," You shrug, "Rory must've told you pizza is my favorite food, hm?"

And some tension falls off his shoulders, because he does remember her talking about it when they walked home from school one day, her backpack slung over his shoulder as he gently pads through her folder for the day, half listening as she talks about her day, and you and he thinks of the long list of things to do, waiting for him at home-

Rory kneels on the chair as you find your way next to Hasan, and you three fall into a routine, like you've been doing this for years, with praticed ease-

you're at Rory's side, gently using the back of a spoon to spread sauce onto a small corner of the pizza, when Hasan comes around, a small pink apron in his hand that he ties around your waist with clumsy fingers, red faced the entire time, "Don't wanna get your outfit dirty."

Your face is red as you gently pull on the apron, obviously worn with age, well loved with stains and rips and stories stitched into it, obviously his own-

his face is still stained red as he gently makes his way to Rory, ties an apron around her gently, tickles her side and makes her giggle as he teases her about missing a spot-

and it's comfortable.

Hasan pours a bottle of wine into two cups, ("The fancy glasses for us, I think." he teases, grabs them from the top shelf with ease. It's obviously a joke, but they're glass, which means it's fancy for him) cheers as he holds the glass up and you both gently clink the edges with one another

Rory takes pizza very seriously, adjusts the pepperoni into a specific shape, hands you the bag of cheese and directs you on sprinkling it, and Hasan is rolling his eyes, but fondly watches as you two interact easily, can fall into easy banter with you

You help hasan slide the trays into the oven, he kicks it closed and it rolls his eyes as something adjusts inside, "Another glass?" He teases, doesn't wait for your answer as he grabs the cup from the counter and pours half a glass for you carefully

Rory has run off, with promises of showing you something in a second-and silence falls between you two as you take sips over the edge of the glass

Silence falls, and hasan goes over an imaginary library trying to think of something to say-

"Oh!" You say instead, "I love this song."

music plays gently from hasan's phone, tucked away while you all were cooking, taking small breaks during for him to sing dramatically into a spatula, or to tie Rory's hair up, a rubberband between his teeth as he sang along to a song gently-

occasionally, he'd look up while singing, make eye contact with you, and you'd give him a gentle smile, trying to be encouraging, that you enjoyed this-and his eyes would dart away from yours, his hands coming up to gently mess with his hair, hide the shaking-

"This?" He laughs, because he feels like this song has been playing gently in the background of his life for years now, like something he can't shake, there for all his memories, no matter how bad they are, how badly he wants to shake the memory from his head like an etch a sketch

"Yeah," You're laughing, setting the glass cup down gently, "I dunno, it's kinda-romantic, don't you think?"

Hasan has a lot of words to describe this song, and romantic is not the first one that comes to mind-

"Well," He says, setting his own glass down and hoping some confidence finds him, "May I have this dance?"

and you're laughing, because that's not what you meant, but you have been trying to get closer to him the entire night, like you both are in different orbits, just barely missing eachother

and you're laughing, finally standing as he takes your hand gently, his other hand around your waist, your fingers tangled into his in the air

"Sorry." You wince, afraid you're ruining this moment, this picture perfect moment of the two of you slow dancing in the kitchen to your favorite song, only for you to accidently step on his toes

he laughs

the bastard laughs, "That's okay, I'm use to it. Rory does the same."

he's quiet for a second before he squeezes your hand, "You're doing amazing."

he's lying, but you're resting your head against his chest, the gentle pitter patter of his heart the only thing you can hear. and the thought of him doing this with Rory, overwhelmed with work, and house responsibilities, taking a second to slow dance with her fills your mind, bites your lip to stop from making an ass of yourself right there

You're both swaying back and forth, you're making every move to not step on his toes again, failing every time, but he never acts like it bothers him-

"Bear!"

He jumps, at the sudden sound of his daughter, pulled from this moment.

"Yes, baby?" He pulls away, and you're messing with your hair, anything to keep your hands busy as Rory grabs his hand, drags him over to the pizza to check on it again

by the time it's time to eat, Rory has stopped running around, borders on finally being tired, ("She's been looking forward to this date for weeks" Hasan indulges to you with a laugh) as hasan cuts the pizza up, slides it onto a paper plate and serves it to her, and then you

he hesitates after he slides the plate to you.

"I'm sorry," He snorts, shakes his head, "Force of habit."

but it's nice. Someone taking care of you, even for the small stupid things, as you insist it's okay, that you like it-

Dinner finishes, and Hasan gently picks Rory up, has you say a gentle goodnight as he goes up the stairs, a gentle and promised, "I'll be right back."

And before he can regret it, overthink it, gives you a gentle kiss to your forehead, trudges up the stairs as you feel the weight of the kiss, of this first kiss with him-

he's halfway up the stairs before he calls back gently, "And don't you dare clean a dish."

Your shoulder slump and you bite back a smirk, more obvious then you thought, as you wait until his footsteps disappear and gently gather everything into one corner at least, grab your glass cup and slowly walk around the kitchen, taking it in-

in the corner are little black notches on the wall, numbers next to the notches, a 3, 5, 7 climb up the wall slowly as you realize this is the heart of the home, where hasan is measuring her every year- her art work litters the walls, finger paintings of the house, and of a cat, next to each other, followed by photos of the two of them- a picture of him in the hospital, holding her, a mess of blankets, as he stares at the camera with pink eyes, obviously has been crying- him kneeling next to her next to a christmas tree, her meeting santa-

her life story is on the walls, carefully set up, hasan next to her with her face pressed against his-they look like twins, carbon copies of one another

"Sammie said it looks like a memorial in here."

You didn't hear hasan come back down, but can't help but jump at the sound of his voice as he laughs, joins your side with an apology.

"I like it," You shrug, "Show you love her and whatnot."

you leave out how bare your walls were growing up, no memories lining the wall, no one obviously proud of you, showing you off

"I do." He sighs, quiet for a second, "Sorry this was a shitty date uh-Rory really likes you-"

'And i do too,' he leaves out, though it hangs on the tip of his tongue, 'i really like you too.'

"Rory is great, you're doing a good job with her-"

And he rolls his eyes, obviously not believing you until you elbow him, and his eyes are wide, a smirk on his face as if he can't believe it-

"Give me another chance," He says gently, "I'll make it up to you. I'll get it right."

he doesn't want to think about how desperate and pleading his voice sounds, how pathetic this is

and you know you'd give him every chance, again and again, for him to do it until he thinks it's right, if it means being by his side-

"Okay," You say gently, "Okay. Let's get this right."

and he's finally smiling as he leans in, ready to get the kiss right this time, not a passing thought

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-Season 3, Episode 12. “Lorelai Out Of Water” Part 3

Lorelai woke Rory up at 5am so she could be awake to meet Alex before their fishy date. Okay, understandable. Alex is an angel. Meeting him is absofuckinglutely worth a five am wake up. Look alive, Rory Gil! You're in the presence of greatness.

Hello, my darling fishy boy. They're so flippin cute.

That is some robe you got there Gilmore. Very cute.

YES ALEX I WILL MARRY YOU! Ahem. I mean, you should marry him Lorelai. Don't let the wormhole get him. Cut to later that day at a Korean Wedding. Dom Daddy Dave thinks Lane looks pretty in her dress. That's about it.

Well, that's nice of you Lane, but just like so many other utterances, this one comes with a big fat asterik. A nice fat juicy BUT.

BLASPHEMY! YOUNG LADY, YOU MARCH YOUR KEISTER TO TO THE WASHROOM THIS INSTANCE, AND RINSE YOUR MOUTH WITH SOAP!

Before she and Jess became an item, she was all Rah Rah Shishboombah Yay Jess, then they start dating and now she's bored and has no problem throwing Jess under the bus like in so many of Milo Ventimiglia's fantasies. SELF COUNTERPOINT: Two years of trying to defend Jess to people who distrust him for a myriad of nonsense reasons has worn her the fuck out. SELF COUNTERPOINT COUNTERPOINT: Rory is maturing enough to not care about other people's opinions? No, no, that doesn't sound right. Lane then sheepishly admits that she was full of hot air and didn't actually mean she was happy for them. This is coming from someone who propped Dean up on the regular for years so I don't take her opinion on other people's men seriously anyway. Rory didn’t even like Dean.

It's still never made completely clear WHY Lane doesn't like Jess. Is this still about the car accident? This is definitely still about the car accident. Rory: You like Smashing Pumpkins and I don't. Lane: That's just because you're close minded and blind. If DDD is Lane's Smashing Pumpkins then Jess is what band to Rory? Show your work. Use a number two pencil.

Okay miss I Must Protect My Besty. Where were you the last 3 years while Dean was stalking, manipulating and emotionally abusing your besty?

Mm hmm. That's right. Sit down. To no one's freaking surprise, Lane does not give one single example of what she is protecting Rory from.

This quadruple date would create a Swirling Vortex of Dorkdom the likes of which had never been seen before. SELF COUNTERPOINT: Keg Max? No, no. We don't talk about Keg Max. Lane then regales Rory with the story of a Korean couple, a story in which the wife endures years of verbal abuse from her husband, and being ordered to cook his meals. She snaps and attempts to skin her husband alive with a carrot peeler. He survived and they are still married and also, he's somehow the victim in this tale.

The Beaver here only escaped death by carrot peeler because our hero Rory Gilmore swooped in and destroyed his marriage just in the nick of time. And because Lindsay just couldn’t perfect the right ratio of arsenic to meatloaf.

I went to look up this episode's air date to see if Jess' ugly sweater was weather appropriate and learned that this episode aired in January 2003. STAY WITH ME HERE? Okay? The show is more or less on a close timeline. Jess is dressed appropriately, if dorkily, but someone should probably check on Alex and Lorelai. Because I looked up the temperature in Hartford on January 28th, 2003. At 5am on January 28th, 2003 in Hartford, CT it was negative four degrees. By 5pm that day, the temperature had risen to a toasty 21 degrees. I mean, Lorelai did concieve Rory on a balcony in the middle of January. It was a toasty 30 degrees at 8pm on January 10th, 1984, a roughly estimated date that she would have bumped uglies with Christopher to concieve Rory. She clearly doesn't mind a frozen wiener. If you want to continue with the weather funsies, here's the website I used. https://www.wunderground.com/history ANYWAY? Luke sees Nicole outside speaking to Taylor and appears all at once concerned, suspicious and smitten (smitten with Nicole. Not Taylor. But also Taylor). Susmitten? Nicole is Luke's Smashing Pumpkins.

Awkward flirting ensues. Luke smiles and giggles stupidly and fumbles his words in a way that we have seen, like, never. We learn that Luke charges 75 cents for a cup of coffee. How quaint. If the Gilmores actually tipped anyone and tipped a healthy 20% that would be a whole...15 cents per cup in Jess' pocket. I mean, they do drink a lot of Folgers, those nickels and dimes could really add up over time. After working for a few days he might be able to afford a pack of baseball cards. But they don't tip, so this is all a made up fictional story. ANYWAY.

Me, sighing wearily, with the Gift (Burden) of Hindsight™: Don't do it, man.

Look at this doofwad. More Korean wedding boredom, nothing happens. Rory can't come to the boring wedding reception of some Korean couple she doesn't even know because she has a date with Jess and of course this bothers Lane, mildly anyway. It's been established that Rory has dutifully attended dozens of these weddings of complete strangers in Lane's family since childhood, for some reason, and this is presumably the last one. She's paid her dues. Lane invites Rory to invite Jess to the wedding reception. He had to be cajoled into going to a fun carnival. I think he would rather cut off his own pinky or tell the police where he buried the bodies than go to a wedding reception of one of Lane's relatives, a Lane who for all he knows at this point thinks he's the scum of the earth. Lane realizes this was a stupid idea. I think it's funny that Lane tells Rory "Tell Jess hi for me." Doesn't he sit behind you in class girl? Lane at school the next day: Hi Jess. Jess: Hey. Mama Kim then tries to set Lane up with some other boy to take her to the prom, while DDD is standing nearby. So Lane gathers her courage and tries to plead her case to Mama Kim and admits she has a crush on Dom Daddy Dave.

It would be so funny if she said Jess instead of Dave. Poor Mrs Kim though. Died of a heart attack so young.

"Him?"

Whomp whomp.

The show's fish budget must have swelled in just a few episodes, because they managed to wrangled one very much living, breathing fish. Compared to just a few episodes prior, when we had Finding Zeemo:

Lorelai appears to have survived hypothermia although its possible she's not admitting to Rory that she lost a few toes. She somehow managed to catch a fish in negative four degree weather. Alex presumably did not question Lorelai’s motives and helped her pack up this live fish, which survived the sub zero temperatures, so she could bring it back to her home where she would dump the poor doomed creature into her tub. A third date with Alex is a go. While the exact fate of the bathtub fish is unclear, much like Lorelai and Alex's relations ship...or Lane and Dave's relationship...or Jess and Rory's relationship...and Luke and Nicole's relationship...or Dean's relationship with Lindsay's carrot peeler... its fate is certain to be a grim one.

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 23

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 23.

His breath came hard—harder than it should, but he had no time to think about that.

His knees slid in the gravel, already dropping the rifle to grab at their jacket and pull them onto their back.

“Stardust?” his voice came out soft and full of dread. He exhaled hard to try to clear it, to force something easy and certain there in its place. “Are you okay?”

Stardust groaned and blinked up at him.

He ran his hands over their head and neck, looking for injuries. “Did…Did you get shot?” he hated it even as he asked it, imagining one of those bullets straying. He patted down their sides, looking for blood and finding his hands covered in fluorescent colors. “Stupid fucking paint… I can’t…”

Stardust grabbed his hand, squeezing. “I’m okay,” they coughed, sitting up.

He exhaled so hard he almost fell over onto his ass in the gravel. “Okay.” He nodded. “You’re okay.” They spat blood and nodded too, rubbing the spot on their cheek where they’d taken a punch.

All that fear turned suddenly into a fury so painful his eyes burned. They’d literally stood between him and a gun. They’d thrown themself at that mercenary with no chance of winning. “What were you thinking? Why would you rush him like that?” Yelling felt good.

They stared back at him, so surprised that it only made him angrier. “It was our best option. We had a better chance of taking them out if I—”

“Better chances? Are you cracked? You could have made a run for it!” Rory was on his feet. He got there quickly and his vision filled with spots, but he kept his glare fixed on their face, on the splatters of pain, the stain of blood in the corner of their mouth, and the splotch of bruising that looked like it would eventually cover the whole side of their head.

They were on their feet too, hands out as if they needed to stabilize him. He pushed those hands away. The last thing he needed was their help!  “You’re shot!”

“What?” He followed their gaze down to his chest and the red rolling over bright paint. “Yes, I got shot. It’s a flesh wound. But you shouldn’t care!” And he wasn’t going to let them change the topic either. This was exactly the problem!

They reached for him again, their face so full of worry that he couldn’t even feel the gunshot anymore. It was the lesser of his pains.

“I thought you wanted to be a bounty hunter, Stardust?”

“What are you talking about? We have to get you on the ship. I think I have a medical patch—”

He pushed them away. No one took care of him. Rory took care of himself. “A gun for hire doesn’t use themself as a fucking human shield! Don’t you ever do that again!”

They froze, staring at him.

He needed them to understand. He needed to see that soft, beautiful light in their eyes go out because this was going to get them killed—and killed for him.

Their expression finally hardened but it wasn’t the way he’d wanted. It was…conviction? “We’re partners. I’m going to look out for you. You would have done the same for me.”

“Partners?” he spat the word, even as his head felt light. “No! We are not partners. You are my bounty, and we are going to get that treasure and then split. We are not friends or…or anything else. Don’t get confused just because I save your ass. You are just a payday and that is why I keep you alive!” That pain in his chest was the gunshot. Definitely the gunshot. Only the gunshot.

Their expression didn’t change, their mouth in a hard line and their gaze as hard as stone. “You don’t mean that.”

He pointed a gloved finger in their face, his other hand finally going to his side and pressing his palm into that wound. It didn’t hurt as much as it felt like a loss, like he was hollowing out. Maybe that was better right now. He didn’t like what he was saying, but he needed to say it. He needed to make them believe it. “I will drop you the second I get my share of this, Stardust!”

“You’re so full of shit…” They rolled their eyes, finally pulling something from one of their pockets and stepping closer.

“Stop fussing over it!” he barked when they tried to grab his arm and get a look at the injury. They were acting like this was normal—like what the two of them had was normal. “I’ve had worse and it’s none of your damn business!”

They finally snapped out of that stoic patience. “You’re just pitching a fit because you got scared, Cosmic!” they spat the nickname they’d given him. “We’re fine, so get over it!”

“No, I’m not mad because I was scared. I don’t get scared, and you don’t fucking know me,” he said, vision blurring at the edges and head swimming. His breath was coming faster, heart pounding. He looked down at his hand on his side and all the red soaked into his glove and rolling between his fingers.

Stardust took a step back and put both hands on their hips, chin cocked. “You’re going to faint.”

“Fuck you, I am not going to faint.”

They smirked and didn’t budge. “You’re going to land on your pretty face and I’m going to have to drag your dumb ass back onto the ship…”

Rory scoffed, but he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore. “I’m not the one who…” He swayed and blinked, but couldn’t quite see. “Oh shit…”

-

Stardust let him fall.

The wind rolled hard across the landscape, dropping several degrees as the light fell away.

They crouched and rolled him onto his back.

Through their optic implant they remotely connected to the ship, unlocking the security systems and starting the prep for start-up and take-off.

Hands on him, Cosmic’s vitals popped up on their visuals in electric blue. Blood loss and traumatic injury warnings flashed. He groaned and they hoped he’d just stay out until they were back in space. They had to unzip his jacket to lift his shirt and get a look at the wound. The bullet had gone through his side and from initial scans didn’t seem to have hit anything vital. They ripped the synthetic skin patch from their emergency kit open and stretched it over his side to cover both wounds. It sizzled in contact with blood and sweat, cleansing the area and dissolving into him.

He groaned again, head rolling back on the gravel.

Stardust sighed. “And I thought primers were fucked up…” They pushed his hair out of his sweaty face, his eyes flicking behind his lids. They hoped whatever he was thinking—whatever dream was playing out for him—was something good. “Asshole,” they muttered, not unaffectionately.

After zipping up his jacket, Stardust hooked their arms under his and lifted his shoulders against their chest. They dragged him inelegantly back to the waiting ship.

[soaps-mohawk]

( English is not my first language so I hope you can understand whatever I just typed)

Hi Rory I wanted to send an ask and Im really happy that you have put up a rule blog because before I was a bit insicure about what I could send that would not offend you or make you uncomfortable.

and I was wondering what the guys would with a reader that came from an extremely traditional family where they talk super loud and have extreme heavy accents so whenever she talks with someone they either can't understand her because of her accent or because she's yelling (not in a mean way just in a way she naturally talks)

that's all I wanted to say hope you understand my shit English believe me I really tried to make it more understandable

if whatever I asked made you uncomfortable or goes against any of your rules I'm sorry I went through everything hope I didn't miss anything 😭

You're English is fine babe!!! Definitely not shit 💚

Aww I'm glad I put it up too!!! I've been seeing a lot of people are more comfortable asking things now since I made that post 🫶 should have done it sooner.

I think they'd probably be used to it, honestly. Johnny is probably the same (on purpose). If the reader felt self conscious about it because someone said something, he'd definitely play his accent and loudness up to match just to make the reader feel better. RIP the other three when they get going lol.

John can probably decipher things pretty easily since he's been all over the world and has had to communicate with people that don't speak English well or have thick accents. Simon is probably the same. They're used to it.

Kyle is the type to either learn to understand or learn your native language to make communicating easier.

They're all probably loud because of the hearing damage from being in the field 😂 the reader would probably be speaking normally to them even shouting.

You're good, babe. This is perfectly okay with my rules 😊