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can I request benny weir with a vampire gf?! ayghhh theyd be so cute together because she feels the need to protect him at all times and he gets all flustered and stuff ykwim😭

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I like to think vampires are territorial to some degree

So the second you start dating Benny, you become way more protective than you would be of a friend

If someone’s flirting with him, you put a stop to that right away

Even if he’s trying to tell them that he’s not interested because he has a girlfriend

You were waiting for Benny in the cafeteria with the gang. Usually, you’d walk together, but you had forgotten to grab a juice box of blood for lunch, so you had to race home to grab one.

“Shouldn’t Benny be here by now?” You asked the group. None of you were in his period before lunch, so he usually kept to himself. This meant that if you didn’t walk with him, he’d race right to the cafeteria. But it had been ten minutes, and he still wasn’t here. “I’m kind of worried.”

“He’s probably fine, Y/n,” Sarah said reassuringly, patting your arm.

“Why don’t you just listen for him?” Rory asked. You raised a brow.

“Don’t you mean look for him, Rory?”

“No, listen. If he’s anywhere in the school, you could probably pick up on it.” It had suddenly occurred to you that one of the perks of being undead was you had gained an incredible sense of hearing.

“Huh, Rory having a good idea. That’s a first.” Erica muttered. You started tuning everyone out, searching for your boyfriend with your ears. You shut your eyes tight to focus. Starting out faint, you started to hear his voice.

“I should really get to lunch.” He said, laughing somewhat nervously. You didn’t have to wonder why because a voice near him responded.

“Oh, okay.” It seemed pouty, but soon turned flirtatious. “Wanna walk together?” Your stagnant blood started to boil. He was talking to some girl, probably from his class. You could practically hear her playing with her hair, trying to get more of his attention.

You don’t know what came over you. You knew Benny could handle himself, but there was some instinct in you telling you to get that girl as far from him as possible. One second, you were sitting in the cafeteria, about to leave dents in the table from how hard you were gripping it in anger.

The next, you were rounding the corner, heading straight for the two.

The girl leaned against the lockers by Benny’s classroom, staring at him with a dreamy look. You were even more pissed, only you got to look at him that way. Luckily, Benny looked like he was looking for any way out of there. And you were about to give him his escape. You were just waiting for an opening.

“I usually walk with my girlfriend, who’s waiting for me right now. So I should go.” The girl seemed disappointed in his answer, but quickly recovered.

“Well, she doesn’t seem like that good of a girlfriend. If I was dating you, you’d never have to walk anywhere alone.” Wow, that’s fucking creepy.

“It’s a good thing I’m here now, then.” You said, stepping into their view. Benny’s mood visibly brightened while the girl scowled. “Ready, Bens?” You held your hand out, which he grasped immediately. The two of you walked back to the cafeteria, leaving the sulking girl in the dust.

“Thanks, Baby. That chick would not let up.”

“I was about to suck her dry.” You grumbled.

“Well, I know something else you could suck dry,” Benny smirked at his own joke.

“Oh my God, you’re disgusting.” You pushed him away but still laughed.

You scare him with mirrors

A lot

It’s not intentional half the time

After all, it’s not your fault you don’t have a reflection anymore

You and the gang were having one of your regular sleepovers, complete with video games, junk food, and having to watch after Ethan’s little sister. Luckily, you all stayed up later than Jane, so she was soon tucked into bed and out like a light.

“Benny, go wash your hands when you’re done. I don’t want pizza grease on my controllers.” Ethan grimaced as he watched his best friend practically inhale the food. Sometimes Benny joked that he was eating for the both of you, since you weren’t able to enjoy human food anymore. It was a sweet gesture, but it also baffled you how much he could eat without getting sick.

“Ugh, fine,” Benny responded after swallowing his last piece. He went to give you a kiss, but you pushed him away.

“When you’re less messy.” He pouted, sulking all the way to the bathroom. You leaned against the island, immediately getting off when you felt something on your arm. Someone must have spilled some soda because there was a small puddle on the island, and your arm was now wet and sticky.

Grimacing, you went to the bathroom to wash off your arm. Stopping at the doorway, you waited for your turn as Benny washed his hands. When he washed all the soap off, you thought he would dry off. But instead, he grabbed one of the washcloths in the towel cupboard that the Morgan’s had and dipped it in the water. He leaned in close to the mirror and started washing his face.

When Benny’s face was cleaned, he threw the washcloth in the laundry basket. Thinking he was alone, and being the dork he was, he started doing random poses in the mirror. You would’ve kept watching if you weren’t so bothered by your sticky arm. But luckily, he spun around and jumped in surprise at your presence. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“How long have you been standing there?” He asked, a bit embarrassed. You nudged him a bit, so you had room to wash up.

“Just a few minutes.” You said as you scrubbed. “I’m surprised you didn’t see me in the mirror.”

“Uh… Y/n…” You looked up, confused but soon realized what he meant. Sometimes you forget that having no soul meant no reflection. But you tried not to think of it like that, so you laughed.

“Oh, right.” You dried off and looked at Benny, just to see that he was already looking at you.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked. “I’m mess-free.” He held up his now clean hands and gestured to his clean face.

“Sure.” You grinned, arms winding around his neck to bring him to your level. He pressed a hand to your back to bring you closer as he kissed you.

The two of you probably would’ve stayed in there forever if you weren’t interrupted.

“No making out in my bathroom!”

You always team up when you and the gang are fighting monsters or looking for clues

A warlock and a vampire are a dynamic duo

Especially when they’re dating, and the vampire won’t let anything happen to her warlock

This fight seemed very ironic to you. Ethan had a vision that the school’s annual blood drive was being run by vampires. You couldn’t let these nurses get away with all this blood for themselves. But while you fought them off, you were fighting your own urges to break into the truck that had all the blood.

But there was a problem with the truck. Two fellow vampires, Rory and Erica, were stuck in the truck that was full of blood. So while you, Ethan, and Sarah tried fighting the demonic nurses off, Benny tried breaking Rory and Erica out. Your job was to keep the nurses away from Benny so he could focus on opening the doors.

“How cute. You seem to have your own blood bag.” One nurse sneered at you. “Mind if I have a bite?” She sped at you, and it took all your strength to keep her away from your boyfriend. Kicks and punches were thrown with fangs bared.

“Find your own blood bag!” You launched her across the small parking lot with a powerful kick. You turned to Benny, who was now staring at you. “You okay?”

“That was so cool.” He whispered. You grinned, about to respond, when you sensed the nurse recovering. You raced towards her, and the two of you continued your fight. Benny stared at you, somewhat flustered, knowing you were doing all of it to protect him.

“Benny!” The boy was brought out of his thoughts by Ethan yelling at him. “Focus!”

“Sorry!”

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1d1195 · 1 year

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Neighbors III

Sorry for the delay, thank you for waiting. Read Part I and Part II

Harry wondered if he kept the defeat off his face as she brushed him off. “Oh, sure, kitten. Sorry, t’bother you—”

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I have to go help Rory with his shoes, see you later, Harry,” she rushed and turned for the kitchen. All Harry wanted was to spend time soaking in everything she was: pure sunlight and kindness.

But when Harry doesn’t watch Rory that following Thursday, he wondered where it all went wrong.

Somehow Rory’s questions set her off. Everything was fine. No not fine, practically perfect—if only they were together. If there had even been an inkling of an idea that they could date. That there could be more than friendship and neighbors. So, she did what she knew best: she protected Rory.

And herself.

There was only a single road between their home and Harry’s house. But it felt like an entire universe stretched from doorstep to doorstep. After being so intertwined since the moment he moved in, to not see Harry nearly killed her. Everything made her want to see him. She wanted to tell him about her day and ask him about his. When she went to the grocery store, she wanted to see if he needed anything, but she couldn’t bring herself to carry on the shreds of hope that they would be something.

Rory was wondering about their relationship which meant she let it get too far.

It took Harry five whole days to realize he was being ignored. He didn’t notice at first because the two neighbors were busy the first few days. Rory still waved from the driveway, and she offered a smile as he did. But Harry was too far away to realize it wasn’t reaching her eyes.

Even that first Thursday he didn’t think much of it. Her text made sense and was inconspicuous. Harry didn’t feel suspicious about anything.

You don’t need to watch Rory today. My mom’s having a sleepover for him. Read his phone. Harry smiled because that sounded like fun for the little one.

That’s nice, beautiful. Sounds good. See you tomorrow xx Have a good shift

When Harry finished working on that Friday evening and saw that her car wasn’t in the driveway he frowned at the prospect of no pizza. But more importantly, no company. Still, he didn’t think of anything about it because it was weird that she didn’t mention not being around for pizza, but she didn’t have to tell Harry about it.

So it wasn’t until Saturday that Harry realized he was being ignored. Saturday when the two of them didn’t leave their house. Everything okay? He sent her a message.

We’re fine. Having a lazy day.

Enjoy :) xx

It made him uneasy before he realized why. The twist in his stomach twinged but he figured it was just because he was hungry or something. It took until he was about to fall asleep for him to notice his anxiety over not being around them for the whole week.

Certainly, he would address it tomorrow.

She wasn’t sure what the full plan was. Surely she couldn’t keep busy for the rest of her life. Barring moving, she needed to figure out a way to ignore Harry without being obvious. For the first five days, it went okay. There was very little time to see Harry and the little traditions they had built up over the last two years were suddenly gone. It broke her heart.

There was a knock on her door. She bit her lip knowing exactly who it was. “Is that Harry?” Rory asked excitedly.

She wasn’t looking at Rory when he asked. She closed her eyes, hand on the doorknob and swallowed all the worry and fear in her body down. “Put your shoes on baby, let’s go to the bookstore,” she said.

Rory liked the bookstore so he didn’t question it. It was random, but he didn’t mind. Hurriedly he ran to his room to get his shoes.

“Hi,” she said gently.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled so sweetly it melted her veins. Every organ turned to soup at the two words directed to her. “Brought some pops over,” he said holding a box of popsicles in his hand.

She smiled gratefully, and now Harry was up close. He could see how it didn’t touch the beautiful eyes he adored staring in since he met her. “Thank you,” she said simply. “We’re just about to head out though, can I throw them in the freezer?” She wondered. Harry placed the box in her hands and could feel the frown forming on his lips.

Harry wondered if he kept the defeat off his face as she brushed him off. “Oh, sure, kitten. Sorry, t’bother you—”

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I have to go help Rory with his shoes, see you later, Harry,” she rushed and turned for the kitchen. Harry showed himself out and he blinked in surprise at the abruptness of the situation. Surely, he was imagining her off-putting demeanor. She was an angel. All Harry wanted was to spend time soaking in everything she was: pure sunlight and kindness.

But when Harry doesn’t watch Rory that following Thursday, he wondered where it all went wrong.

The hardest thing she ever did was tell her baby daddy that she was pregnant. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She hadn’t even graduated from college at the time and was anxiously applying for real jobs and studying for finals when she realized it had been too long since she remembered buying a box of tampons. She thought about how scared she was (and how in hindsight she had every right to be scared).

But she had been with Rory’s dad for two years and while the timing was piss-poor she was certain they would work and figure it out just as they always promised. Again, in hindsight, knowing how cute Rory was, it was a blessing he was around...even if he backed out of his promise.

With her positive test in her coat pocket and a hand on her stomach briefly, she knocked on his apartment door. He answered with a giant smile, a toe-curling kiss, and a hello so sweet the anxiety dissipated almost instantly. They would be fine—they couldn’t be anything but fine.

They had dinner that he cooked, a simple pasta dish and they laughed and smiled. When they moved to his living room and put on a show they had both seen several times she fidgeted with the ends of her shirt sleeves so much he asked her if everything was alright.

In that moment it was now or never.

“Um...” she said. “I...missed my period,” she said and pulled the test from her coat pocket. He blinked before looking at the test and then at her.

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Are you pregnant?”

She nodded and the nerves started to creep up from her stomach and into her fingertips as they numbly held the test in her hand. She could sense something was wrong. It wasn’t the reaction she had hoped for and she didn’t know what to make of it. “Yes,” she whispered.

There was a beat of silence of him staring at the stick with the plus sign on it. He snorted and shook his head. “I don’t want a baby,” he told her and looked at her eyes finally.

She wondered if her face paled in that moment because truly, she never felt so sick in her entire life and Rory gave her a bad case of nausea in her second trimester and this was easily ten times worse. “Well...uh...I don’t really have a choice,” she said. “And... I want this baby.”

He stared at her as if he didn’t recognize her. They sat there in silence again for several moments. “Then you don’t want us,” he said simply and stood from the couch and headed to his bedroom.

Closing her eyes, she swallowed. This was not what she wanted. This would be much worse on her own. Much, much worse. She spiraled into all the what-could-go-wrongs. How badly she could mess up a child that didn’t have a father figure. The cost, the job she would need, the loneliness that crept into her body.

All of it hit her as she sat on that couch. After she realized he wouldn’t be coming back out, she stood up, took the last of her dignity and the positive test, and left the apartment. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging. She was determined in that moment to do anything and everything for the little being growing inside of her at that second.

But she cried the entire way to her sister’s house to break all the news she had gotten in such a short span of time.

The second hardest thing she ever had to do was ignore Harry for weeks on end.

Harry was settling into the fact that he would never see her or Rory in the capacity he was used to ever again. He was saddened by the fact and wished with everything in him it would just go back to normal.

Fortunately, he lucked out on one small minor missed detail on a Monday afternoon where there was no daycare (once a month she took a week day off just to have Rory to herself). As he was about to get in his car as quickly as possible—so he wouldn’t find himself walking across the street to inquire what the problem was—Rory came pedaling over on his bike, furiously. He looked both ways but only barely. “Hey Rory!” Harry smiled brightly. “Don’t forget to look both ways, lad,” he reminded him.

He ignored it already making his way up Harry’s drive. He thrusted an envelope (it was junk mail) into Harry’s hands. “Mumma had me get the mail and I know how to read your name so I brought this to you,” he said quickly. “Can you come to my game? Mumma has to work so she can’t come,” he said. “So, you won’t see her. My friend is going to drive me,” he told Harry.

Harry wasn’t stupid. He knew Rory wasn’t supposed to ask him. This was obviously a secret. Harry shouldn’t have allowed Rory to keep a secret from his mum. But he couldn’t deny this little one what he wanted. Harry also hated the way Rory said Harry wouldn’t see her. He knew something was wrong just like Harry did. It made Harry feel so sad inside. He couldn’t imagine skipping his invite.

Plus, Harry really missed being in Rory’s life. “I’d like that, Rory. When is it? At the park?” He asked. Surely there would be no harm in Harry going to the game if she wasn’t going to be there. She wouldn’t be any the wiser. Maybe Harry was running in the park and Rory just happened to be playing.

Rory nodded. “On Thursday night,” he told Harry. “I...I miss playing with you,” he admitted looking at him briefly before he turned his bike around to head down the driveway.

Harry smiled sadly. “Same here, lad.”

“Bye, Harry,” he said softly and waved at him so softly and fleetingly, it broke Harry’s heart all over again.

“Bye, Rory.”

Harry stood in the middle of the field watching Rory run in a jersey that is much too big for him up and down the field. There wasn’t anything Harry could compare to a game of little five-year-old boys playing football. There wasn’t much fancy footwork, not a lot of spreading out and it was overall a big clinic for the kids. But Harry was happy to watch and cheer on Rory each time his foot touched the ball.

The only issue Harry had with coming was the women watching their children spend most of the time watching and fawning over Harry. He ignored the whispers that were clearly focused on Rory, his mother, and the ‘very cute guy that was here for Rory.’

Harry was clapping for Rory when he kicked the ball hard and it accidentally bumped into one of his teammates—making it look like Rory had passed it...even if it was an accident.

“Nice pass!” Harry called. Rory smiled delightedly and one of his friends whispered something to him and Rory shrugged back. Harry wished he could ask Rory about it but he planned on waving from a distance and leaving before making too much of a scene at the end of Rory’s scrimmage.

At the same time, she was rushing out of her car in the parking lot having taken her break early on to catch a glimpse of Rory playing his little heart out. It took a lot to do it all, but she would do anything for that sweet boy.

“Rory said he is his neighbor. I wonder if she’s sleeping with him.”

No.

“I’d sleep with him.”

“You’re terrible.”

She ignored the voices that didn’t realize she was coming onto the field at that moment.

“Harry.”

Harry could have picked her voice out of a crowd of ten thousand voices. The sound of his name on her lips was like a song. He turned to her, an apron still around her waist, her hair pulled back and she still looked stunning as ever.

“Hey beautiful, long time no see. Rory invited me here,” he said quickly. He was caught. No way around it. He had to own it.

She stared at him, and Harry swore he saw a flash of anger. Maybe it was bitterness. Harry had never seen her features sour like that before. Perhaps it was a betrayal knowing Rory was around him without her knowing and that Harry listened to him.

“Mumma!” He cheered at seeing her. Her frustration disappeared instantly.

“Hey cutie pie,” she smiled sweetly and ruffled his hair. “You winning?” She asked.

He nodded. By Harry’s estimates it was tied at least 8 to 8 goals, half of which were scored in the wrong net, but they were having lots of fun. “Mumma, can I have another sweatshirt, it’s cold!” He said.

Without thinking she took the sweatshirt off her body and wrapped it around him, zipping the front and rolling the sleeves so he would be warm. “M’gonna have to go back to work, baby, but I love you and I’m so proud of you,” she said genuinely kissing him on the forehead. “I’ll see you at grandma’s tonight, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay, bye Mumma,” he smiled excitedly. “Bye Harry,” he said quietly glancing at him out of the corner of his eye before heading back to his team.

“Bye, lad.”

They both stood there silently listening to the little ones cheer and kick and yell happily while running back and forth across the little field. Still, their shared silence was louder than all of it. In his peripheral, he saw her shivering, her arms wrapped around her torso tightly squeezing her arms close for warmth.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“M’only staying another minute or so,” she said staring ahead. “I’m fine.”

Of course, she was. But Harry couldn’t accept it in good conscience. Even if she was only staying another minute. His coat was off in an instant and he wrapped it around her shoulders rubbing one of her arms for some added friction.

“This is unnecessary,” she murmured.

“Kitten,” he said softly. “Is...is something wrong? Are you actually avoiding me?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I have to leave Harry, just let me enjoy my son’s game,” she muttered quietly not wanting to add fuel to the gossip train.

Harry felt an uneasiness in his stomach that hurt so much. He was silent. When she went to leave she started to shrug off Harry’s jacket. “Keep it,” he mumbled. “I’ll grab it another time.”

“Thank you,” she said kindly. “Thank you for coming to see him.”

“Of course, beautiful,” he said quietly. Still avoiding eye contact and focusing on the little ones running their hearts out.

She was gone again.

Harry was waiting at the window to see her pull into the drive. She watched her pull the sleeping boy out of the backseat and she carried him into the house. Harry waited ten minutes before he headed across the street and knocked.

After a moment she pulled the door out of the way. Harry gazed at her with his eyebrows raised inquisitively. She had to start. Surely the change in their lives, so abruptly and suddenly, was also at the forefront of her mind. “I was going to bring your jacket back in the morning—”

“You can keep it,” he said shaking his head. It wasn’t the reason he came over. She had to have known that. “Kitten, what’s going on?” He asked. His heart was breaking. “I...I miss you both,” he started. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

She couldn’t look at him. If she looked at him all the resolve would crumble. She couldn’t stay away from him. He was so good. The best thing that has happened to her since Rory. “Harry,” she began.

She had already broken Rory’s heart about not seeing Harry, and her own. All that was left was to tell Harry. “Did I do something?” Harry asked and put his hand on the back of his head, scratching at his hair absentmindedly. “I’ll fix it...I’m...m’really lost without you both, love,” he murmured. “Miss you both a lot,” he said. “You didn’t give any warning and...” he shook his head. “All of a sudden...jus’...nothing.”

She stared at her feet. She had hard conversations before. Harry deserved eye contact and he most certainly didn’t deserve this. But she couldn’t look at him. Harry was too lovely, too beautiful, and she would feel so much anguish if she saw the pain on his face that was evident in his voice. The idea he did anything subpar or less than perfect or anything "wrong" made her heart truly break. Especially knowing she was the cause of it.

“You didn’t do anything,” she shook her head.

“I don’t understand,” Harry frowned. “Kitten—”

“Harry,” she sighed and put her fingers on her temples. She felt a headache forming. This was going to hurt so much. “I can’t...I let Rory get too attached.”

He frowned. “So what? I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he said simply. Surely this could be remedied.

She couldn’t very well say she was getting too attached so she dug a deeper hole. “Harry...Harry it’s too much,” she said quietly. “You with Rory...you’re so good with him and I’m...I’m too much.”

Harry didn’t understand what that meant. “Love you’re not—”

“No,” she shook her head interrupting him. “Harry, I can’t...I can’t be...I can’t have Rory getting attached to someone I’m not...” she trailed off and for a moment she felt so utterly embarrassed it made her want to fall through the threshold of the doorway. It was cold outside and she should have invited Harry in—he didn’t even have a coat after all.

But he was flooded with anger and sadness that it kept him warm enough. “You’re not what?” His voice sounded agitated. She had never heard him agitated before—especially not at her.

Swallowing what appeared to be a rock in her throat, she kept her eyes at her feet. “I don’t regret one second of being Rory’s mom but I didn’t have a choice. You do. It was too much for his dad and I don’t want you to feel obligated to be something you’re not or something you don’t want to be,” she started. “I’m sorry,” she said and before Harry could process anything she said, the door was closing in his face.

Harry was cold.

And alone on her porch.

It was several moments before he walked back across the street and sat in his living room. He gazed out the window looking at the quiet little house with the people he adored so much with no way of seeing in or worming his way back in.

Harry doesn’t remember falling asleep on the couch hoping that he imagined their conversation. But when he woke up with a kink in his neck, he knew it wasn’t a nightmare.

Well, it was. But it was also reality.

Over the coming weeks of separation, Rory periodically waved from the driveway when he spotted Harry leaving his home.

When on his run, Harry tossed a ball from the middle of the street back into the yard. She mumbled a quiet thank you in response and Harry went to his house without engaging any further.

Rory delivered incorrectly sorted mail back to his porch saying hi and bye as quickly as possible.

Harry mowed her lawn while they weren’t home.

He didn’t babysit anymore.

Rory didn’t have pizza and s’mores with Harry.

When Rory went to bed, the dreaded loneliness that she only felt the one time she sat on a couch in apartment of a man who didn’t want her crept through her body and made its way to her bones and through her soul.

Harry was there to make her feel anything but alone...but she couldn’t bring herself to let him in completely.

She wondered if Harry looked at her house ever wondering what was happening inside the way she did with him. She wondered if Harry would ever forgive her if she could ever figure out what to do.

Harry stared across the street at the same time and wondered if he could ever get over her even if he wasn't with her from the start.

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pettydollie · 7 months

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”what would you do if jess proposed?”

a/n: WARNING: i wrote this late and it’s mostly dialogue. also it’s not really a romantic jess x reader it’s a very causal thing. but i promise i’ll edit it soon to make it cuter. wc: 2.6k

paul anka barked at the door where a knock was heard. you and your mom lorelai were sitting on the couch watching a movie. “just a minute!” she yelled, picking up paul and handing him over to you where you held him in your lap, petting him slowly. you looked over your shoulder to the front door, wondering who it was.

lorelai opened the door to reveal rory’s current boyfriend of three years, logan. “oh hey!” she greeted. “hey.” logan replied blandly.

“oh, you just missed rory. she’s on her way back to school.” rory had left back to yale after visiting at home to study for her finals.

“i know, im actually here to see you and y/n.” his voice shook slightly. he seemed nervous, which was weird because from the few times you met him, he was a very confident and down to earth guy. “oh, okay. come on in.” she invited.

“thank you.” logan stepped inside and walked over to where you were sitting in the living room. “do you want, um, any food or drink? we ordered way too many fries.” lorelai asked, inviting him to sit on the couch. you smiled and muttered a small “hello” to which he nodded back and sat down next to you.

“no thanks, i’m all good.” you moved over slightly so lorelai could squeeze in next to the two of you. “um, so how was your trip?” you asked kindly, trying to rid of the awkwardness.

“oh, it was really great. actually that’s what i wanted to talk about.” he folded his hands as he manspread. you raised your brow so only lorelai could see. she looked at you and then back to logan.

“oh, god. i know nothing about that world. uh, apple, ibm, microsoft, im out.” she joked, making logan chuckle. his face then turned serious again. “well, i’ve been offered a position with an emerging internet company.” he informed before pausing.

“wow, that’s great!” you congratulated, grinning. “yeah, congrats.” lorelai agreed. “thanks, it’s pretty similar to what i was doing in new york, but actually, they’re willing to make me a full partner i’ll be getting in on the ground floor.”

you had no idea what the ‘ground floor’ was, but you nodded and continued to smile like you did know. lorelai seemed at a small loss for words too. so she settled with “that’s exciting!”

“it is. it’s gonna be a lot of long hours and an incredible amount of work building the company, but i really feel this ‘venture has a bright future. i mean, these are serious people.” he grinned softly.

“and you’re a serious guy.” lorelai complimented, her eyes softening. a serious guy? you weren’t totally sure about that, but you stayed quiet. “look, you don’t have to convince me. i voiced my concerns, and you told me your plans. we had pie. i’m cool.” she sweetly told him.

“thank you. i appreciate that. that means a lot to me.” he thanked. this was getting weird. you wanted to know the reason that he came here. god, would he just hurry up already??

“you’re welcome.” lorelai hummed back, her face falling to a frown. logan cleared his throat. “so, the thing is.. well, as the you guys can imagine, i’m pretty excited about all this.”

“yeah, of course, i mean it’s really cool.” you spoke. “but it-it does mean a move to san francisco. palo alto, actually.” he dropped the bomb. he’s moving. poor rory, she was going to be devastated! your mom’s face fell into an ‘O’ shape and your face saddened at the thought of him breaking up with rory.

rory was your best friend (besides from your mom, of course) and she loved logan deeply. you would hate to see her get hurt, but it has to happen. it’s not like she can move with him. oh.

“that’s big. that’s funny, rory didn’t mention it. did she say anything to you?” lorelai questioned turning the spotlight to you for a minute. “nope, not a thing.”

“well, i haven’t told her yet.” he said, voice shaking slightly again. “and you’re here because you want us to tell her for you?” lorelai asked, trying to get the point across. logan chuckled again.

“no, no, i’m gonna tell her. i just, um, i wanted to talk to you guys first about it.” he took a deep breath while looking at the floor before speaking. “look. i love rory. she means the world to me and i want her to come with me to california.” oh no. now he’s dropped the bomb.

you saw lorelai close her eyes and take a breath before opening her eyes again. “oh.” was all she had to say. you shook your head. “but, not just as my girlfriend.” he said deeply. “which is why i’m here. i’m here to ask for your blessings. to ask rory to marry me.”

“chris, hi.” lorelai picked up the phone. you were standing next to her because rory was talking to some DAR ladies. you excused yourself and followed your mom away from the two women you were talking to. you saw chris standing outside and that was your cue to leave them alone and walked towards your boyfriend who’d finally arrived

“hi, honey!” you greeted. jess smiled and kissed your cheek. “hi, i’m sorry for being late. work was right up my as.. hello emily.” he greeted your grandmother who came up to you two. “hello, jess. hi, y/n.” she smiled at you before kissing your cheek.

your grandfather richard came over and quickly greeted you before turning to emily.

“emily, i think now is a good time.” he mumbled. “oh, excuse us.” emily and richard walked to the front of the room next to the grand piano. emily tapped a glass with a fork to get everyone’s attention. richard straightened his shoulders and held a piece of paper.

“ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen. first, let me thank you for coming to celebrate my granddaughter rory’s graduation.” he spoke clearly. emily walked up next to him and pinched his arm. “ouch!” he winced. “oh i-i do beg your pardon. celebrating our granddaughter rory’s graduation.” he corrected himself, making you and rory giggle quietly standing next to each other. you also waved quickly to your dad before turning back to richard.

“i can’t let him take all the credit, have you seen her? can you blame me?” emily joked, making the crowd laugh. you and rory gave each other a look almost to say ‘she’s been drinking.’

“so, when my wife and i sat down to write our toast,” he continued. “we ran into something of a problem. all of our words sounded too mundane, too insignificant to mark such an auspicious occasion, as rory’s graduation from yale. so, instead.. maestro.” richard turned to the pianist.

rory’s head turned slightly and furrowed her eyebrows. you were just as confused as she was. “please excuse us. we are not singers.” emily somewhat nervously apologized. “never let them see you sweat, dear.” richard soothed.

lorelai turned to her daughters, raising a brow causing you three to chuckle. your grandparents raised their papers in front of them and stood tall. richard began the song as the pianist played a joyful tune.

you’re the top

you have graduated

you’re the top

your grandparents are elated

newspaper editor, phi beta kappa WOW!

you’re a relegation, a huge sensation

you should take a bow

you are done

no more school for you

there is nothing now that you can’t do

you’ll make us proud, we’ll sing it loud

it’s true cause now rory, you’re a bulldog through and through!

you clapped loudly, laughing with your sister. the crowd applauded and “aww”’ed at the sweet song. logan yelled out a “yeah!” before rory ran up to her grandparents and gave them both a hug. “oh, thank you, thank you. wow!” she smiled.

“we meant every word in that song.” emily cooed. “we certainly did. even the ones we sang off key.” richard agreed. rory thanked them again before expressing her love and appreciation for them. you loved that rory went to college, even if you didn’t. she had begged you to go with her so she wouldn’t be alone, but this experience had given her a new pov of the world.

chris’ phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “oh, it’s the babysitter calling to see if g.g can watch an hour of television.” he said aloud. “i don’t think she’s ready for ‘the pussycat dolls yet’.” you teased, causing chris and lorelai to grin. “i’ll be right back.”

but before he could leave to answer the phone, logan stopped him. “actually, would you mind waiting?” he jumped quickly. chris’ head turned up to look at logan for a second before nodding. “sure.”

“thanks. trust me, you’ll want to stick around for this.” he dismissed himself and walked to rory. “okay.” he replied shortly. your face fell and you could see lorelai’s did too. “is he gonna..” chris pointed towards him. you’re assuming your mom told chris about logan wanting to propose.

“not here. not now.” lorelai shook her head in disbelief. you really hoped he wouldn’t do that to rory. especially in front of everybody. what if she says no? truth be told, you didn’t want rory to get married and leave to san francisco! she was only 22 and you wanted her to stay with you and your mom for a little while longer.

she can’t just up and leave. she won’t. she’s been away at college while you’ve been working and things will finally get to go back to normal after her graduation. you mentally shake of these thoughts and focus on the present.

“if i could, i’d also like to say a few words about my girlfriend of the past three years.” logan began. you had also told jess after you’d found out logan wanted to propose. but he still looked appalled. rory was like a little sister to him, you knew.

logan turned to look rory in her big blue eyes. “you amaze me, rory gilmore, every day, everything that you do, everything that you are. this past year, i realized that i don’t know a lot more than i thought i knew if that makes sense. i’m sorry, i’m a little bit nervous. didn’t think i’d be.” he chuckled shyly.

“what i’m trying to say is that.” he sighed softly before taking a quick breath. “i don’t know a lot. but i know that i love you. and i want to be with you.. forever.” he sighed again and pulled out a velvet blue box from his pocket. rory’s eyes widened and she realized what was happening. you wish you knew what was going on in her head.

the crowd began to murmur. your eyes widened in anticipation. emily’s mouth was wide open with joy while richard’s happy face contorted to an serious one. “rory gilmore.” he opened the box, still looking at her. “will you marry me?”

that’s it. the question was asked and out in the open. it was silent for a few moments. “um..” she muttered and turned to you and lorelai for a moment. she looked back and struggled to find words. “um, wow.” she chuckled breathily. “i- wow..”

“is there a yes in between those ‘wows’?” logan asked eagerly. the crowd laughed lightly. “um, im just, im so.. surprised. i-i just, um, would, um..” she ran her fingers through her hair quickly before grabbing his hand. “w-will you come talk to me outside?”

“sure.” he walked as she led them outside. “yeah, okay,” she stumbled quickly out the door. emily ran to the pianist. “play something now.” she demanded before looking out the window.

“my poor girl.” you pouted as jess wrapped an arm around your shoulders. emily walked over to where you and lorelai were standing. “well i don’t know what to do! should i continue to stagger the hors d’oeuvres or just tell the kitchen staff to send everything out?” she cried.

lorelai shrugged. “i don’t know.” she mumbled. “why didn’t she just say yes?” emily threw her arms down like a child, clearly upset. your eye twitched for a moment. “i’m not sure she wants to marry him, grandma.” you tried to make her understand. but who are you kidding, this is emily gilmore.

“that’s ridiculous, he’s a huntzberger. an offer like this doesn’t come around every day.” emily whined. “it’s a marriage proposal, not a sale on linens.” lorelai folded her arms as richard approached, handing a drink to his wife. “clearly, rory was caught off guard, all of us were.” your phone rang as richard spoke.

you pulled your cellphone out of your pocket and answered. “i’m sure she just needs a moment to get her bearings-“ you cut your grandfather off to speak. “hi, ror.”

you motioned for lorelai to follow you, removing jess’ arm from you quickly. “did she say yes?” emily called out as you and lorelai exited the house. “we’ll be right back.” lorelai told chris and jess.

you two found rory and your eyes widened. “is that a carriage?” you laughed. “wow, how romantic!” you cheesed jokingly. “get in, now please!” rory pleaded. lorelai went in first, rory followed second, and you last.

the horses began to walk and rory turned to you. “i just kept saying ‘i don’t know, i’ll have to think about it’ and it was awful! and he was obviously disappointed and upset.” she began ranting. “well that was kinda on him. imagine if you said no in front of all those people!” you thought.

the girls agreed silently. “you know, he made all these plans about the house we’d live in and the avocado tree in our backyard.” she continued. “you do like guacamole.” lorelai threw in. “i-i just had to explain to him how it if the blue this is. like super out of the blue! the deepest, darkest, naviest blue. and why are you so calm by the way?”

“we knew. he came by the house to ask for our permission.” you told her. “we were dying to tell you!” you whined. lorelai jumped in after you. “and she almost did, but i threatened her to no more sleeping in on weekdays.” she said. “you sleep in on weekdays.” “that’s not the point.”

“anyways, what do you think i should do?” rory asked desperately. “oh, honey, i think it’s your decision.” lorelai put simply. rory pushed her head forward waiting for more. “you have no opinion?” she questioned in disbelief. “only you know what you want.” she briefly answered.

“hm, okay. what about you, curly? what would you do if jess proposed?” rory asked. “well, moe, i would definitely wait a few days before answering. id really think about it first. id make a photo collage of what our wedding would look like and then show you, then make a pros and cons list, and then answer once i’m fully confident.” you finished.

“that was actually a very good answer, dude, nice.” lorelai spoke in her surfer-bro voice and fist bumped you. “i love him. i do. i’m like a circus freak with all the hands. i’m all over the place!”

“you’ll get through this. just mull over it for now.” you gave her a big hug. rory grinned sweetly and hugged back. “group hug!” lorelai cheered, leaning in. “if you get married, can i be the flower girl?” lorelai asked in a high pitched voice. “no. paul anka will be the flower girl.”

#this is trash sorry #gilmore girls #jess x reader #jess #jess mariano #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #logan huntzberger #𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸 ☕️

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family line - luke danes

luke danes x fem!reader

summary: things get a little complicated when your boyfriends nephew comes to stay with him

warnings: smoking, family trouble, a bit of angst, mention of cheating but it isn’t happening?, language, readers parents are 💀

word count: 3k (this was supposed to be short)

as you woke up in bed, you rolled over to find luke’s side of the bed empty, and squinted at the clock on his nightstand; you’d slept in.

“oh crap,” you hurried to get dressed and presentable before heading downstairs to work. as you walked in, you noticed luke was on the phone, and he didn’t sound too happy with whoever he was talking to. lorelai was behind the counter grabbing donuts and putting them in a bag, while a group of boy scouts waited in line.

“okay fine,” he said loudly. “do what you want- make the arrangements. now i’m working, we’ll finish this later!” he hung up the phone with a clang.

“is everything okay?” lorelai asked, and you gave luke a worried look as you tied an apron around your waist.

“do either of you have a sister?” he asked.

“uhm, no.”

“no,” you agreed. in the six months you had been with luke, family had never really come up as a topic of dicussion; and that was more than okay with you.

“i do!” one of the boy scouts piped up.

“you have my sympathies,” luke sighed, and disappeared into the back.

“here, i’ll ring you through,” you offered to lorelai, who happily cut in front of the line.

“do you know what that was all about?” she asked, and you shook your head.

“no idea,” you answered honestly, telling her the total for the donuts as rory pestered her to hurry up.

after helping the boy scouts order and pay for their food, you went to find luke, who was sitting in the storage room organizing cans on the shelf.

“hey, sorry i was late,” you said softy.

“that’s okay, it was quiet this morning. i thought i’d let you sleep in,” he replied.

“when is it your turn to sleep in?” you teased.

“never.”

“that’s what i thought,” you sighed. “i take it that wasn’t a customer calling to place an order?”

“no,” he sighed. “it was my sister. her son - jess, my nephew is gonna stay with me for a while.”

“is your sister okay?”

“define okay,” he replied, and you gave him a look. “nothing happened to her, she just can’t control him anymore. he’s getting into trouble and she’s given up taking care of him, so she’s sending him here.”

“i see,” you nodded.

“you’re mad i didn’t ask you,” he suggested, and you shook your head.

“no, luke of course not. he’s your family, and it’s your apartment not mine,” you disagreed. “i think it’s nice that you want to help him, and your sister.”

“but?”

“but what?” you asked.

“there’s a but,” he insisted, and you sighed.

“but,” you exaggerated, raising an eyebrow. “are you sure you’re ready for this kind of responsibility?”

“you don’t think i can do it?” he asked, stopping his shelf organizing to look at you.

“it’s not that i don’t think you can, of course i do. i just - think it might be a little more difficult than you’re expecting, thats all. so if you need any help-“

“i’ll be fine,” he insisted.

“okay.”

“but thank you,” he added, kissing your forehead softly, before walking back out to help a customer who’d been ringing the service bell.

“you better be on fire or else calm down; i’m on my way!” he called, and the ringing stopped.

you sighed, wondering if luke knew what he was getting himself into.

•

you only worked half days at the diner so you decided to give luke some space and go back to your house for a while, tidying up a bit since you’d been at luke’s the night before.

flopping down on the couch, you scrolled through the tv channels looking for something to watch, but failed to find anything that interested you.

after making some lunch and doing some chores around the house, you went out to buy some groceries and stopped by the diner to see how luke was doing just after dinner.

“hey,” you smiled, the bell above the door altering him to your presence.

“hey, back already?”

“i’m just passing by. i’m going to the grocery store - do you need me to grab anything for you while i’m there?” you asked, but he shook his head.

“nah i think i got everything all stocked up earlier.”

“is he here already?” you asked.

“yeah, i picked him up from the bus stop an hour ago. you might run into him while you’re out and about.”

“he went out already?” you asked.

“yeah, i think he wanted to uh… see the town,” luke sounded unsure.

“honey-“

“it’s fine, i’m sure he just needs some time to get used to being here. that’s all.”

“you’re right,” you agreed. “not to go into the gorey details but i’ve been in his place before and it’s not easy. no matter how great the person you’re staying with is,” you held his hand on the counter for a second, and he looked like he wanted to ask what you meant, but just smiled instead.

“thanks. i’ll see you later?”

“i was thinking i’d give you guys some space - let him settle in on his own for at least the first night. i’ll see you tomorrow though?” you offered, and he nodded in agreement.

your mind was distracted as you shopped for a few things at the store; luke’s nephew being in town was bringing up some memories that you’d spent years trying to forget. memories of your own adolescence. you just hoped things were easier for luke and jess than they had been for you.

•

it was nearly eleven at night when there was a knock on the door. after a quick glance through the window, you opened the door to see luke standing there.

“hey - what’s going on is everything okay?”

“uh yeah, sure,” he replied, walking past you and into the house, and you shut the door, walking into the living room to find him sitting on the couch.

“luke?”

“yeah.”

“shouldn’t you be at home with jess? i thought you guys were going to hang out?”

“yeah, uh he went out.”

“he went out?”

“yeah. i think i scared him off,” he sighed, and you took a seat next to him, placing a hand reassuringly on his knee.

“what happened?”

“nothing - lorelai invited me to bring him by for dinner tomorrow, so he can meet her and rory, and he asked if i wanted to play poker and then left,” he shrugged.

“ahh i see.”

“see what?” he asked, and you sighed.

“when i was 17, i got into a lot of trouble - like jess. my parents - may they rot in hell - were assholes who hated me and sent me to live with my aunt. lovely woman - had no idea what to do with me.”

“you’re saying i have no idea what i’m doing?”

“i’m saying, it doesn’t matter if you do everything right, sometimes a kid like that has to decide to come around on their own.”

“why didn’t you ever tell me your parents were dead?”

“i guess it never came up,” you shrugged.

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” you shook your head. “the only thing they ever gave me was the ability to lie about where i was going and which floorboards to step on so they didn’t catch me sneaking out. i’m better off without them.”

“i had no idea.”

“i don’t really talk about them, you had no way to know. i’m okay now. my life is better than i ever imagined it could be, and i have you in part to thank for it,” you kissed his cheek softly, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to lean against his side.

“well i’m glad i could be of service,” he kissed you softly.

“jess will come around, luke. just give him some time. my first night after my parents sent me away i stole a car and lived in it for a week.”

“really?” he asked, looking nervous as if he thought jess might do the same.

“no,” you laughed and he relaxed. “but it did take me a while to settle in.”

“is it a bad time to mention that i told lorelai you would come to dinner tomorrow?”

“of course i’ll be there,” you smiled, snuggling into his side after pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

“i should probably get going in case he comes back to the apartment. he doesn’t have a key.”

“you didn’t give me a key?” you asked with a slight laugh.

“he said he didn’t need one,” luke shrugged.

“ah - you have a locksmith on your hands.”

“you think he can pick locks?” he asked.

“it’s not that hard-“ you raised your hands as he shor you a disapproving glance. “kidding.”

“very funny,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “i really should get home.”

“five more minutes?” you asked, clinging to him tighter so he couldn’t leave the couch.

“okay,” he conceded. “five minutes.”

•

“hey, perfect timing!” lorelai greeted as you stood with luke and jess at her front door. “sookie is about to break the record for the most food served outside of the roman empire.”

“sounds great,” luke replied.

“sure does,” jess agreed. though far less sincerely. the introduction between you and luke’s nephew had gone about as well as you’d expected, but you tried to remember how you felt each time your aunt brought home someone new, so you weren’t taking anything he said too personally.

“so, come on in,” lorelai offered, and jess followed her into the house, looking at some pictures on the wall before finding his way to rory’s room after being introduced to sookie and jackson.

everyone got ready to sit down at the table, rory explaining that jess was just grabbing a soda, before you realized you didn’t have a drink and went to grab one. jess was no where to be seen when you got in there, and you stepped outside to find him on the porch with a beer bottle, which he opened with the railing of the porch.

“not hungry?” you asked, holding your hand out for him to hand over the beer, which he did with a sigh.

“not really,” he agreed.

“don’t worry - i won’t tell anyone about the beer, just don’t let lorelai catch you doing it again.”

“thanks, you’re my hero,” he said sarcastically. “you gonna make me come back inside?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, if i was you i wouldn’t want to be in there either to be honest,” you sighed. “lorelai is trying to be nice but all this can be … kind of overwhelming.”

“yeah,” he mumbled.

“did the party move out here and no one bothered to tell us?” lorelai asked, emerging from the kitchen door.

“i’ll be right in, i think jess wants to get some fresh air,” you said, pretty sure she wasn’t gonna like that answer.

“sookie made you a grilled cheese if you don’t like pot roast,” she offered in a sing song voice.

“wow. if i’d have known that-“ jess said mockingly. you knew lorelai was only trying to help luke, but you had a feeling that she was just going to make things worse.

“you really don’t want to be here,” she gathered.

“what gave you that idea?” he teased.

“look, i’ve done this whole act before - but you’ve got a really good thing here with luke, he’s a really great guy. he really wants to take care of you and make things right for you. you’re incredibly lucky to have him,” lorelai went on and on, and even you felt awkward, taking a step back to sit on the porch swing.

“lorelai-“ you started to tell her to tone it down a little, but she ignored you. you knew luke didn’t want her meddling in the situation, him being very much an ‘if i want help i’ll ask for it’ and then never ask type of guy.

“if you give this situation half a chance, you might be suprised at how good it can be, and how much you like living here, and how good it feels to have someone like luke that you can really depend on.”

“that’s funny, i thought she,” he pointed to you. “was his girlfriend. are you sleeping with him too, or something?” jess asked, and though it was inappropriate to say the least, you barely stifled a laugh. it sounded exactly like something you would’ve said when you were his age, and lorelai was definitely laying it on pretty thick about luke.

“excuse me?”

“the whole starry eyed ‘you’re so much better off, just give it a chance’ speech. you’re either really naive, or you’re getting some,” he said, before turning to you. “sorry this might be how you find out you’re getting cheated on.”

“jess, come on-“ you sighed.

“this is my house, and i choose how i get talked to in it.”

“you know, you don’t know anything about me, or my life, or my mom, or luke, so why don’t you doctor laura someone else.”

“i’m going inside, you better not have taken that beer from my fridge,” she pointed to the bottle you had set on the table, grabbing it on her way inside and slamming the porch door.

“that wasn’t very neighborly now was it?” jess mumbled, more to himself than to you, you decided.

“hey, i’m not gonna give you a speech or anything-“

“sounds like you are.”

“she means well, even if she can be a bit… much, sometimes,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“if i have to hear about how perfect my life is now one more time i might go stand in traffic,” he huffed, and to your surprise, he sat down on the opposite end of the porch swing, the chain creaking as he did.

“it’s not worth your time; no one here drives fast enough to do any damage,” you offered, and he almost smiled.

jess pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, earning a side eye from you, and he sighed as he handed it over. you put it out in a small puddle of water on the porch and tossed it in the bin outside the kitchen door, before you heard luke and lorelai arguing in the kitchen.

“they fight like a married couple too,” jess added, and you laughed.

“i can’t disagree with you.”

“you sure they’re not-“

“they’re not. don’t bring it up again,” you advised, and he raised his hands in mock surrender as luke stormed out of the gilmore house.

“let’s go,” he said, looking at the two of you, and jess didn’t hesitate to get up and start walking, and in that moment you were just as eager as he was to get away from the gilmore house.

“i think i should go home. call me tomorrow?”

“you’re ditching me?” luke asked.

“no, i just think me being here isn’t really helping, and maybe you guys need some time to talk. i’ll come to yours if you want me to.”

“he’s had more of a conversation with you than he has with me,” luke argued, and you sighed, looking down at your feet. “i’m sorry, you’re right. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“okay. i love you,” you said, giving him a kiss before he hurried to catch up with jess, and you started your walk home.

•

for the second time that week, luke showed up at your house unexpectedly, and you opened the door to let him inside. it was your day off work so you hadn’t talked to him since last night, and he still seemed pretty upset.

“hey, what’s up?” you asked.

“i just pushed him in a lake.”

“what?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“jess. i got this call from taylor that he thinks jess stole the bridge money and i went for confront him and he was being impossible and i just pushed him in. this is bad,” he trailed off mumbling to himself.

“hey maybe it’s not as bad as you think it is,” you tried to calm him down. “how good of a swimmer is he?”

“he’s fine,” he sighed. “he’s wet. i just - i lost it. you’re right; i am in so far over my head i can’t even see my own hat.”

“have you tried turning it around?” you teased, and he gave you a look.

“what was I thinking why did I say yes to this?”

“because you wanted to help him.”

“raising a kid - i don’t even like kids! they’re always sticky, like they’ve got jam on their hands. even if there’s no jam in the house, somehow they’ve always got jam on their hands. i’m not the right guy to deal with that. i have no patience for jam hands!” he spiralled.

“luke, honey. slow down,” you shushed him. “he’s a teenager, not a toddler, so i think you probably don’t have to worry about the jam thing, and you can absolutely do this. but it’s going to take more than two days and an air mattress for you guys to become best friends.”

“i swear i’m gonna kill liz,” he interrupted.

“liz isn’t here. jess is, and you cannot give up on him yet. i know this is not going how you planned but imagine how he must feel.”

“maybe you could talk to him - he doesn’t hate you like he hates me.”

“he does not hate you, luke. he doesn’t know you,” you corrected. “if you want me to talk to him i can try but i don’t know how much that will help. i can’t parent him for you. he’s living under your roof not mine.”

“you’re right,” he sighed.

“as always,” you teased, kissing him on the cheek. “do you want to stay for dinner since you’re here?”

“nah i gotta go find a gnome.”

“excuse me?”

“babette’s gnome - long story.”

“i don’t want to know,” you laughed, and he pulled you into a hug.

“thank you, for talking me out of the crazy tree.”

“you’re welcome. he just needs more time to adjust - his whole life got flipped upside down overnight,” you sympathized. “and so did yours. you need to adjust to this too. just - try not to push him in anymore lakes?” you suggested as luke stepped out the door.

“no promises,” he smiled, before leaving to go find the missing gnome, and you shook your head as you closed the door behind him. at least things were never boring in stars hollow.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls aesthetic #luke danes #scott patterson #gilmore girls fic #luke danes fic #luke danes imagine #luke danes x reader #luke gilmore girls #scott patterson fic

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jennay · 9 months

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Sick and Tired

Rory Culkin x Reader

Master List

Idea: Reader is sick and Rory does what he can to make reader feel better. Hope you enjoy feel free to share. 💜

Word count: 1000ish

No warnings

This Gif is my favorite 😍

Rory tip-toes down the corridor, careful not to make the wooden floors creak as he walks toward the bedroom to check on you. He was surprised you'd slept as long as you have, this flu was kicking your ass, and he hated he couldn't make it go away. He knows how much you hate being sick and how it makes you feel weak and miserable, and he wishes he could do something to cheer you up or at least relieve the pain.

Rory gently pushes the cracked door open and peaks his head through the opening. Sympathetic blue eyes land on you, and he feels helpless when he sees you curled in a ball with blankets pulled over your body, your hair spread across the pillows, and your mouth slightly hung open from being unable to breathe through your nose. He can hear your raspy breathing and the occasional sniffle and wonders if you have a fever.

The room feels warm and stuffy, and Rory finds it hard to breathe in there. He quietly walks over to the window, cracking it open just enough to get a nice breeze but not enough to make you cold. He hopes the fresh air will help you feel better or at least clear your sinuses a bit.

He looks around the room, noticing the tissues scattered on the nightstand, the empty glass of water, and the medicine bottle. He decides to get you some more water and clean up the tissues making sure not to touch the dirty parts. He smiles softly as he sees your favorite stuffed animal tucked under your arm, a gift from him on your last birthday.

He sits beside you, brushing the strands of hair off of your face. Rory rests his palm on your forehead to gauge if you are getting better or worse. He feels a slight warmth on your skin, but not as hot as before. He sighs in relief, hoping that means you're recovering. He leans down and kisses your cheek gently, whispering, "Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

You stir at his touch, feeling nauseous as you open your eyes. You see his concerned face hovering over you, and you try to smile weakly.

You croak out "Hi." in a hoarse voice, feeling a dryness in your throat. You reach for the glass of water, but Rory beats you to it and helps lift your head slightly to sip some water, careful not to spill it on the bed. You thank him with a grateful look, feeling a bit more refreshed. You ask him, “How long have I been asleep?”

“Somewhere around 12 hours. I kept checking on you to make sure you were still breathing.” He teases. “I had to send Doctor Peach in a few times.” He says, referring to his cat. “She said you’re gonna be ok.”

You weakly smile, closing your eyes. “Doctor Peach knows everything. I trust her judgment.”

He chuckles, stroking your hair. “Yeah, she’s a very smart cat. She also said you need to take your medicine, eat some soup, and watch some Netflix with me.”

You open your eyes again, looking at him suspiciously. “I don’t believe you?”

He nods solemnly, trying to keep a straight face. “She did. She even wrote it down for me.” He pulls a piece of paper from his pocket with a scribbled note saying, “Doctor Peach’s prescription: medicine, soup, Netflix -Meow.”

You laugh, despite the pain in your chest. He smiles, happy to see you in a better mood.

He leans down and kisses your nose gently. “See? Doctor Peach is always right.”

"I doubt you want to sit in this room with me, and I don't want to get you sick."

Rory shrugs as he makes his way to the other side of the bed and crawls under the blankets. "It's ok, I'll be ok." He confidently says.

You can't tell if he's trying to convince you or himself. He scoots closer to you and opens his arms, signaling for you to come closer to him, but you're hesitant. "You're going to be so mad when you get sick." You snuggle into his side, allowing him to hold you. Your body relaxes under his touch.

"I'm not worried. Peach can handle it." He jokes, pointing to the cat on the edge of the mattress. You laugh weakly, too tired from the flu to argue.

"Can you put on a movie? I can’t handle this anymore." You say.

Rory does as he’s told and throws the Simpsons on. He strokes your arm and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, feeling lucky to have him by your side.

He kisses your hair gently, whispering, “I love you.”

"You won't when you're sick." You joke. “Trust me. I hate whoever gave me this like if I knew who it was, I’d show up at their house and kick the front door in.” You laugh. “It’s bullshit.”

“I can handle my own.” He reminds you. “Besides, when was the last time I got sick?”

You roll your eyes. “Last week, when you ate expired yogurt and spent the whole night in the bathroom.” You remind him.

He groans and covers his face with his hand. “Don’t bring that up. That was a nightmare.” He says.

You giggle. “Well, at least you have a good immune system.”

“A good immune system, a good life, a good girlfriend. I’m living most people’s dream.” He sweetly speaks. “Don’t you dare try to say something bad about yourself.” He says, reading your mind. “I’m not having it.”

Your body tense, “I wasn’t.” You lie. “I’m perfect. Even with snot dripping out of my nose.”

He smiles and pulls you closer to him. “Exactly, You’re perfect. Even with snot dripping out of your nose.”

You blush and feel a wave of warmth in your chest. “You’re too good to me.”

“You’re worth every second of it, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep proving it to you.”

#rory culkin character x reader #roryculkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin #rory culkin x you #culkin cult #Rory culkin fluff

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symptomsofdeceit · 2 months

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Hi hi! I finally got around to playing your demo yesterday! 😭🤍✨

Initially I was drawn to Nalis bc I’m drawn to blondies and outgoing characters, but I was really starting to like Thaumo towards the end of my first playthrough! 👁️👁️ (he’s so unnerving but also kind of sweet, at least in what I’ve played so far, hehe)

I absolutely adore the writing of your characters and the ending I got with Nalis was very unexpected but so interesting by how you tied it with his associated animal!

I think the idea of having your characters associated with marine life forms is charming and unique as a whole, and I’m wondering how I can associate my MC with a marine animal now, hahaha. (I’d probably need to choose a name that resembles a marine animal first, but we’ll see if I can somehow work the name I gave her into marine biology, haha) Super cool that you’re bringing an epidemic narrative into the storyline as well, I’ve never seen that done before, but I think it’s novel and distinct.🫶

But yeah, super excited to play more and to just see how this game develops! Great great work, super inspiring from a creative/visual storyteller perspective. 🤍🫶✨

I’m a big fan of your art so I was honestly a little more nervous about you playing my game lol 😅

I’m so so happy that you enjoyed it!! 😭💕✨ I’m really excited to check out your vn with Rory in the future too 👁️👁️ & I’m super curious what animal you’d choose for your mc. There are so many cute ones.

Thank you for your comment it means a lot to me!! 🤍🤍

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 6 months

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for @glitterypirateduck December Challenge - COD HOLIDAY 2023

John Price x fem!OC

word count: 1.9K

Inspired by The Carpenters song of the same title

18+ Minors DNI (smut, P in V sex, cowgirl, fingering, hand jobs, dirty talk, and just the tiniest smattering of praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex)

A/N: this fic pulled me out of a writing slump (also thanks to a friend for cheering me up and listening to me ramble about ship stuff) so this is about as self indulgent and sickly sweet as it gets with me, sorry for giving anyone cavities!

smut under the cut:

It was Christmas Eve and London twinkled with light as flakes began to fall in the darkened sky. Rory was already set for a quiet Christmas this year, with John on a mission she’d be left to get through the holiday alone. She hadn’t even bothered to set up the tree this year, there wasn’t much point when it was just her.

The clicking of her heels along the pavement became quieter as the snow started to settle, the wind blowing wilder, a winter storm about to hit – she’d need to get inside soon. Thoughts of snuggling up on the couch with a hot toddy and It’s A Wonderful Life filled her head. Climbing the steps to her townhouse, her fingers started to burn with the freezing chill in the air. Her keys jingled in the lock like sleigh bells, and as the door creaked open she was surprised to find John there to help pull the coat from her shoulders.

Her face lit up instantly at the sight of him, her eyes shining like starlight, her nose and cheeks pink and prickled by the frosty bite outside. “John? I thought we weren’t getting Christmas together this year?”

“And leave you all on your own?” His brows raised, creasing his forehead, the lines around his eyes crinkling. “I’d find some way of getting to see you, darlin’, you know that.”

She stepped into his warm embrace, pressing her shockingly cold hand to his cheek, but the soldier didn’t shiver, even as she stroked her thumb through his beard. His arms wrapping around her waist sent comforting tingles throughout her. “Father Christmas came early for me then, eh?”

He hummed, “That he did, love.” Giving her a wink, he leaned down and kissed her wind bitten lips. “Bloody hell, your lips are cold,” he mumbled as he continued to press his mouth against her. “Best get you warm.”

His strong arms squeezed her tighter, pressing her chest against him until she was bathed in the musk of his cologne and the rich smoky scent that clung to him from his cigars. Running her hands over his broad shoulders, she gripped at the thick knit of his sweater. “And how exactly are we going to go about doing that?” She asked with the cock of her brow.

“Why don’t you slip into something a little more comfortable,” he purred, his accent thick and gravelly, “and I’ll pour us the drinks.”

“Perfect idea.” She kissed him softly once more and then ran her thumb over his lower lip.

Parting to slip off her shoes, suddenly shrinking in stature as her heels clunked against the hardwood floor, she walked further into the hall to head upstairs and change out of her work clothing. Passing the entrance to the living room, she noticed the tree in the middle of the room dressed in lights and ornaments. Rory turned to look over her shoulder at John, her lips curled into a grin. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” he said with a shrug, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Figured I should set the mood.”

“Did you get the good Scotch while you were at it too?”

“‘Course,” he smirked.

The smile spread on her face and she started to beam. “You really are the best present I could ask for.”

He bounced on his heels with a little puff of his chest and a thrust of his hips, his cheeks starting to glow pink with blush. “Go on now, don't keep me waiting.”

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Coming downstairs, she found John adjusting the volume on the stereo and two glasses of whiskey poured for them, waiting. A soft haze of smoke from his cigar gave an almost dreamy appearance to the room only added to by the soft white lights of the tree.

Looking up from the media cabinet, the cigar hanging from his mouth glowing brighter as his eyes widened at the sight of her wearing one of his cable knit sweaters and nothing else, his throat bobbed. Swallowed heavily, John’s interest was piqued, despite the fact that she was practically swimming in the oversized top.

Rory drew closer to him, and slipped her hand around one of the glasses. Taking a sip of the whiskey, the warmth spread throughout her and she licked her lips as she met his gaze, his eyes focused entirely on her mouth. “I hope you know I haven’t wrapped your gift yet. Wasn’t expecting you home.”

“Quite alright, love. There’s something else I’d rather unwrap first anyway.”

She chuckled quietly, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she took another sip of her drink. “Now, if I recall correctly you did say you were going to warm me up, didn’t you?”

“That I did.”

She placed her drink down and grabbed the bottom of his sweater, dragging him towards her. His arms snaked around her and he grabbed at her arse, fingers squeezing into the flesh of it as he leaned down to kiss her. Left to walk on tiptoes to keep their mouths from parting, Rory smiled against his lips, all too happy to have him back in her arms. Directing him towards the couch, she shoved him down into the overstuffed cushions and climbed up into his lap as if he were Santa and she was about to whisper all the gifts she wanted in his ear.

His hands slid up her thighs, grabbing at her hips from under the sweater, quick to find nothing there below it – just as he had suspected. Squeezing at her soft, supple flesh, a low rumbling groan came from deep in his chest.

“You missed me, my darling?” Rory asked, nuzzling her face in against the crook of his neck, placing tender kisses to it as she started to grind her hips against him.

“You haven’t the faintest, love.” Pressing his nose into her hair, breathing in the scent of her, John’s eyes fluttered shut as she found just that right spot below his jaw to kiss. Pulling the cigar from his mouth, he rested it on the ashtray beside the couch, and leaned his head back. Yet more deep, rasping groans fell from him before his hand curled around her chin to bring her mouth back to his, kissing her deeply.

Her hands moved to the button and fly of his jeans, deftly handling them before slipping her hand in past his boxers. Wrapping her fingers around his already hard cock, she stared into his steely blue eyes and started to stroke his length up and down. His shaft throbbed in her grip and his mouth fell open, another moan slipping past his defenses. “Jesus.”

“Well that’s hardly going to put you in the good books,” she teased before kissing him again.

“I’ll take the lump of coal if I’ve got you.”

She combed her fingers through his hair, her focus set entirely on him. “Maybe if you squeeze it as hard as you are my arse you’ll get a diamond out of it.”

John’s eyes went wide as he huffed out a laugh. “Well then maybe I should show another part of you some attention, eh?”

Their mouths met in hungry kisses, his tongue sliding in past her lips, and all she could taste was whiskey and smoke. Kissing him harder as she continued to stroke him, John started to thrust his hips up towards her hand, fucking into her fist as one of his hands slipped between her thighs, his fingers delving into her folds. Wet and warm, she was already dripping with arousal, and the friction of his jeans against her mound was only making her drenched. Once his fingers found the bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs, rubbing against it and rutting into her hand with the same hunger, they both started to moan.

“Need you right now, Rory,” he mumbled, rasping as he started to lose himself.

He didn’t need to ask twice, she wanted it too. Shifting in his lap and lowering herself down on the girth of his cock, she gasped as he stretched her. Slowly settling as he filled her completely, barely able to fit him all inside of her.

“Christ,” John moaned as her tight walls fluttered around him.

“Well now you’re definitely not getting anything from Father Christmas.”

Laughing, Price took her face in his hands pulling her in for another passionate kiss, sucking on her lower lip until her mouth was red and plump, only pulling away for air. “This perfect little cunt is all I need,” he purred. “You spoil me enough.”

“I do love to spoil you,” she whispered against his mouth as she leaned in for another kiss. Her hips grinding against him, rotating, driving him in deeper. Her thighs lifting and falling, bouncing on his cock. Her arms draped over his shoulders and the back of the couch as she pressed herself tight against him, her forehead resting against his. The wet sounds of her cunt filling the room, loud enough to drown out the crackling of the fire.

He held her tight against him, bucking up into her with some force, their breath panting in equal measure as they picked up the pace, being driven by that same passion for each other they always felt.

Rory mewled, low and slow, whimpering out his name over and over again as her hands clung to his chest, feeling the muscles shifting beneath her touch.

“That’s it, darling. Come on, Rory. Come for me.”

Biting down on her lip, she started to fuck him harder. Faster. Desperation taking over as sweat started to form on her brow and she chased her high. His big hands traveled up her body under the sweater, cupping her breasts and squeezing them, pinching her nipples and making them stiff, that final push to cause her muscles to all start tightening. Her thighs shook as her velvet walls clamped down around him and she was brought to the very edge before having her whole body rocked by her orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” Price cooed as his hands wrapped around her once more and stroked the soft skin of her back.

He continued to thrust into her, a slow rolling of his hips to meet her own, his rumbling timbre whispering words of praise into her neck as she rested against him and he pressed kisses to her smooth skin.

Her arousal coated the inside of her thighs now and dripped down the length of his cock, allowing him to easily slide in and out of her, his thrusts lazy and slow like good morning sex, keeping her pinned to him, in no race to seek out his release. Rory moaned as he continued to stretch open her sensitive cunt. The dark, wiry pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock rubbing up against her clit as he pushed himself into her only added to her pleasure.

The steady in and out, tender and loving, was the perfect way to bring in Christmas. Their mouths meeting in kisses as if there was mistletoe hung above them. Lovers lost in abandon. There was no denying Rory was warm now, their lovemaking easily heating up the entire house.

Reaching his climax, John’s thrusts slowed down to a crawl, his hands wrapped up in her hair as he looked up at her with a warm smile on his face. “Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

#codholiday2023 #cod fanfic #captain price #john price #john price x oc #oc: rory sinclair #cod smut #skelly writes #ship: you are the sword to my shield

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 3. food play

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “gingerbread houses”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ what a fun little activity to do with aurora! surely she won’t have any other ideas in mind… right?

pairing: aurora ghoulette x gn!reader

a/n: my fave ghoulette <3 i’m so happy i get to write a fic on her. this one will be great

cw: nsfw content. food play. oral sex (f receiving). frosting on vagina. semi-public sex (?). lots of making out. cum eating

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“that’s it… lick it all up! eat me out like it’s your last meal!” —❤︎

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“aww, aurora you got a bit of frosting on your face.”

“hmm? where?”

a certain multi ghoulette faced you in an almost innocent manner, trying to use her hands to wipe off the sugary decoration from her face, but she kept on missing.

you chuckled at the adorableness from aurora. her little clumsy antics were downright endearing. shaking your head, you rolled up your sleeves and swiped the pearly white frosting off of her cheek.

“over here, sweetie.” you pointed out, showing off the frosting that stained the ghoulette’s cheek.

aurora tipped her head to the side slightly and smiled, a soft giggle escaping her rosy lips. “right.. thank you.”

a cheeky grin etched its way onto your face, and you winked. taking the finger to your mouth, you licked off the remaining frosting, wiping your finger on your apron to remove any saliva.

“mmmh, it tastes great too. we really knocked it out of the park with this gingerbread house.” you applauded to aurora, and partially to yourself too.

the little ghoulette smiled, and clasped her hands together in a satisfied manner. “i’ll have to agree with you on that one, honeypie. i’d say that this year was our best gingerbread houses yet.”

throughout your time in the ministry, both you and your wonderful girlfriend, aurora, had a personal tradition where you both would make gingerbread houses together. each year, the gingerbread houses would always follow a different theme. one year you made a cute little treehouse, the next you’d make a witch’s tower. hell, there was even one season where the two of you made a full blown pirate ship.

this year was a cute little birdhouse. the tangy gingerbread crackers made up the base, and the roof was coated in a sugary and soft vanilla frosting, decorated in a way that made each clump of frosting look like a brick on the house.

shimmering candied crystals were dotted all over the base of the house, along with various sweet treats such as gumdrops, candy canes, chocolate and glazed strawberries. the best part about this elegant christmas dessert were the handmade pastry birdies. aurora came up with the idea of making two robins made out of candied pears and grapes, creating a duo of birdies that sat in the center of the bird house. they almost looked like you and aurora.

aurora squealed in delight and held up the tray that held your guys’ creation, marveling at both hers and your hard work.

“we did so good! it looks so cute, i’m gonna feel bad eating it.” aurora chimed in an ecstatic manner, before setting the tray on one of the other kitchen counters.

you just giggled at your girlfriend’s enthusiasm, loving this part about her. “if you don’t wanna eat it, rory, we can always eat something else.”

the little demon just whipped her head around to face you, her prisma colored eyes gleaming with a certain glint to them, her orbs creating a faint rainbow glow from the light reflecting off of them.

“oh? and what did you have in mind?” she asked, her tone slightly playful.

you smirked and scooped up a clump of glittery frosting with two of your fingers, before smearing it all over your lover’s face, making her gasp in surprise. “that.”

aurora marveled at your evil little scheme, before she herself smirked and wiped some frosting off of her face, and proceeding to smother it on yours too.

“whoops, my hand slipped.”

“oh you little—“

you and aurora chased each other around the ministry’s chicken, handfuls of the glazing spread staining your clothes, faces and hands. the two of you laughed gleefully as you had your little childish banter.

it was so fun just being able to let loose around your lover.

“heyyy come back here! let me smear frosting on those pretty little lips of yours!” you called out in a sing-song voice, but aurora stuck her tongue out at you and chuckled.

“neveeerrr!!” she called out, running away from your antics again.

after a bit of back and forth, you eventually had aurora caged onto the kitchen counter between your arms. you then brought your hand to her face and put frosting on her face again, making the ghoulette laugh with delight.

“hahah! alright, alright time out!” aurora managed out between her laughs, and you actually listened and stopped putting frosting all over her face.

though that devious little smirk was still on your face.

“my baddd~” you cooed, snickering at your lover’s pouting face. “here, let me clean it up for you.”

aurora tilted her head, before nodding and leaning against the kitchen counter, a smirk evident on her face. you brought your fingers to wipe some of the frosting off of aurora’s face, licking it off of your fingers.

you were sure that aurora saw that you got every last bit of frosting. your finger-licking movements were slow, and it was a little teasing too. aurora watched every moment, every swipe you made with your tongue, every sucking sound you created when you licked your fingers clean of frosting.

oh. she knew what you were doing alright.

neither of you said anything when you were eating up the frosting. however, the looks you both gave each other spoke volumes, and the heated tension was intense.

as you finished licking, the only frosting that was left was on aurora’s beautiful lips.

“babe…” you whispered, your tone slightly dropping. your hands cupped aurora’s cheeks and you leaned in. “come here.”

aurora nodded. she wasted no time, and brought her hands to grasp at your hair before drawing you into a passionate, deep kiss. her taste was delicate, and sugary sweet, like the most tasty dessert you’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.

as the two of you made out and your tongues swirled together, your hand trailed down to the space between aurora’s thighs, before you started rubbing her aching cunt through her jeans, making the ghoulette gasp from the sensation. you could still taste sweetness of the frosting on her plump lips.

“fuck, y/n…” she rasped out, growing more wet and aroused in her panties.

“mmh..” you hummed into her lips, kissing her aggressively with a fervent passion. “i’m going to eat you up, rory.”

wasting no time, your fingers fumbled to unbutton aurora’s jeans, yanking them off along with her panties so harshly you swore you accidentally tore a fabric. you lifted her off the floor and sat her on the kitchen counter, before you slipped between her legs.

you cursed at the sight of your girlfriend’s glistening pussy, reveling in its wetness and how pretty it looked.

“you’re so turned on.” you cooed, hot breath tickling at the bundle of nerves, making aurora jolt. “can’t wait to feast on you.”

“please do.” she begged.

“hold on, baby… i need to prepare my meal properly first…” you replied.

dipping your fingers in the nearby frosting bowl, you got a good chunk of it before rubbing the fluffy coating all over aurora’s wet cunt, making her gasp and moan from the pressure of your fingers and the frosting.

“shiiit!”

“fuck, there we go. all done.”

the frosting was sloppily smeared all over aurora’s pussy, every crevice and nerve had the frosting all over it. you licked your lips and wasted no time.

drawing your head in closer, you wrapped your arms around aurora’s thighs before going to town on her. lapping your tongue at every inch and corner of her puffy cunt, taking your time eating off the frosting. all the while, aurora squealed gleefully and you drank up her juices.

she tasted so damn good. so sweet, and the frosting only enhanced the taste even further. you moaned deeply, delighted from her taste, and the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

aurora’s moans grew louder and more pornographic as you got more erratic with your tongue movements. “nnngh! baby! your tongue— it’s so good!”

you groaned in response, being sure to lick up every bit of frosting as you lapped at aurora’s cunt. your tongue flicked over her coated clit and you sucked on it hard, making your girlfriend cry out loudly in pleasure and grip your hair.

“s-shit! right there, babe!” she practically screamed. “that’s it… lick it all up! eat me out like it’s your last meal!”

and that’s exactly what you did. you kept eating her out until there was no frosting left, and even then, you didn’t stop licking. moaning and groaning with delight into aurora’s pussy as you tongue fucked her.

“aah! y/n! i’m gonna fucking cum!” aurora warned, her painted nails digging into your scalp more tightly.

and you made sure that your girlfriend reached her release. as you lapped at her cunt, her body convulsed wildly and her thighs gripped your head tightly, before she screamed and came all over your face, practically suffocating you.

you didn’t mind however, as you gladly drank up her love juice and swallowed aurora’s cum, some of it dripping at the corner of your mouth. separating yourself from between her legs, you looked up to be met with a blissed, fucked out aurora, who was basking in the afterglow of her release.

“you tasted amazing, aurora.” you praised again, drawing her in for another kiss. she whimpered slightly, but gladly gave in as she tasted herself on your lips.

as the two of you kissed, she broke it apart, and smirked. “thanks, honey.”

aurora then leaned into your ear, and whispered seductively, her tone of voice seeing shivers of excitement down your spine.

“now it’s your turn.”

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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hii! omg okay so i absolutely love your works and your writing style and i wanted to know how you started up writing on here because i’ve been wanting to for a while but have no idea how to start 😣

thank you so much for this question! I'm gonna answer it in detail and feel free to dm me if ur confused abt anything!

OLIVIA'S (almost) COMPLETE WRITING GUIDE!

the basics.

i'll start off really easy. to begin, find someone (preferably famous). if this person is in any films, watch a few to get a taste of a couple different characters. this will help you form a hyperfixation to a character. this will be who you write for. for me, it's rory culkin & spencer reid. from here, now we can get to the fun part.

your aesthetic.

your theme is the next thing that will draw in an audience. I'm completely aware of the trillions of different aesthetics in the world, but more popular ones tend to draw a larger audience (odd, I know.) currently trending aesthetics include 2014 grunge (shades of black, pink, and lots of soft filters), coquette (pastel pinks and soft cremes, can be followed with slightly disturbing content), and my favourite, gothic. (falls into 2014 a little. i include themes from my favourite album. music will draw in a crowd too.) but this part is extremely flexible, so choose any style that you want!

friends & your fandom.

one of the best things you can do to give your account a kick start before even starting is to make friends in a fandom. reblog fics you like, leave kind comments, "sneak" into dms and leave encouraging messages. this'll earn you some followers and supporters right off the bat. if you're comfy with it, tell your friends outside of tumblr to follow you too (but I totally understand where that can get messy, so no pressure.)

writing + visuals.

now we're getting to the good part. fanfics are categorized into 3 main parts: smut, fluff, and angst (all I'm sure you've seen on my page.) smut is sexual stuff, fluff usually has a more cozy atmosphere around it, and angst is all the gut-wrenching stuff that really tugs at your heartstrings. as you write for either one of these things, keep in mind that your visual should support whatever the theme of the fic is. idk how long you've been supporting me, but ever since the start (august 2023) I have included some sort of visual in my content. first I only used gifs and ordinary fonts, then I branched out and began putting together my own photos and making the title match. your visual will reflect the quality of your writing.

when writing for anything, second person is usually my go-to (you went to the store, you took a walk, etc). it is the most commonly used perspective and prevent any confusion for the readers. when writing smut, there are certain words and phrases that'll be good with readers, and some that won't. when referring to the vagina, "cunt" and "pussy" will do better than "coochie" or "bearded clam" (yes, I've actually seen that used in a fic). when writing angst or fluff, create a mood by using sensory words that paint a picture in the reader's mind. practice this by googling good descriptive words and weaving them into your fics. this'll boost your writing by a ton, trust me.

conclusion.

this was a lot to take in, I know. when I first started publishing fics on this account, my content was far from good, but I promise you will improve as you go. remember to pace yourself, don't force yourself to write if you just don't feel like it. any writer on this app will understand that feeling. leave your inbox open most of the time to receive good ideas from your supporters, but let them know if you ever need to close it because of an excessive workload. i don't know if you're in school, but finding a good balance between schoolwork and writing fics is a huge part of this whole thing too. thank you so much for the wonderful ask, and my dms are open if you have any more questions.

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agaypanic · 9 months

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could you do benny x male! reader where the readers an exchange from england and benny has a crush on the reader and to sort of cover it up he makes fun of readers accent but everyone can tell that hes crushing (idfk sorry im rlly bad at explaning) and one day reader sort if overhears benny talking to ethan or someone about him and realises benny likes the reader

if u dont wanna write this thats totally fine anyway thanks for reading :)

Benny Weir With a British Exchange Student Boyfriend Headcanons

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A/N: despite having been to england before, i know basically nothing about what it’s like to live there so pls bear with me lmao also all the british slander is just jokes teehee. another thing, i’ve just realized how many times i use ethan’s house for the confession parts of fics, hope that doesn’t annoy you guys, it’s just that i feel like everything happens at his house lmao

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The gang had taken you under their wings the minute they saw you

They were a group of outcasts in one way or another

You were the new kid from another country with an accent that was bound to get poked fun at

You fit right in

Kind of

Moving to Whitechapel on an exchange program seemed to be a lot less worrisome than you initially thought. For the most part, the town and the people around you seemed nice. You had even found a group of people who immediately decided to befriend you.

“Why do you talk like that?” Rory asked, staring at you while waiting for an answer. Ethan, whom you met first in one of your classes, answered for you.

“Rory, it’s a British accent. He’s from England.”

“British people are real?” Rory asked with complete sincerity. Everyone groaned while you tried to stifle a laugh.

“Wild, I know.” You responded.

They became some of the best friends you’ve ever had

Occasionally, they’d mock your accent or repeat something that you had said, but it was all in good fun

Benny, however, seemed to make mimicking your accent his favorite new hobby

It sucked a bit, having a cute guy making fun of something you couldn’t really control, even if it wasn’t ill-intentioned

At least you hoped it wasn’t ill-intentioned

“When is this due again?” You asked, not looking up from the partner project you were working on with Benny. You could practically feel the grin forming on his face.

“I reckon it’s chews-day, innit?” Benny responded in an over-exaggerated and loud accent, making you groan.

“I don’t sound like that, Benny.”

“Sure you don’t, bruv.” You kicked his leg under the table, and the two of you laughed, although he did so with a wince. “Don’t worry, I’m only taking the piss, Y/n!”

“Jesus.” You shook your head, going back to your work. Benny was a bit funny with his impressions, but it could quickly get annoying.

“Bloody hell.”

“Benny.”

“I’m real knackered if I’m being honest.”

“You’re a real wanker, you know that right?” You rubbed your eyes in exhaustion, both from this project and from Benny. “You probably think you’re being cute, but you’re being stupid.”

“No need to get your knickers in a twist.” You happened to miss the blush spreading across Benny’s cheeks.

It was getting to a point where you wondered if Benny even liked you

He was nice to you and everything, but his making fun of how you talked was getting on your nerves

You had no idea why he did it; none of your other friends did it nearly as much as him

Before trying to confront him about it, you decided to ask Ethan about his best friend’s behavior

“Ethan, can I ask you something?” You asked as you and your friend walked to class.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Does Benny not like me or something?” Ethan looked confused, about to laugh at the question as if it was ridiculous. “I’m serious, Ethan! He’s constantly taking the piss out of how I talk.”

“Y/n, trust me, Benny likes you.”

“Well, he has the strangest way of showing it then. Can you at least talk to him for me? I’m really getting sick of it.”

Ethan sighed, waving his head back and forth as if considering his options.

“Fine, I’ll ask him.”

You decided to eavesdrop on Ethan and Benny when he went to talk to his friend

You wanted to hear the truth because you didn’t know if Ethan would relay Benny’s exact response to you

But the conversation took a turn that you were not expecting

You felt a bit bad for listening in on a conversation between two of your friends, but at the same time, it revolved around you. Of course, you wanted to hear what Benny had to say about your concerns.

“Hey man, so I was talking to Y/n-“Ethan was cut off by an excited Benny.

“Really? What were you guys talking about?”

“We were actually talking about you. Y/n-“

“Me? What did he say? Tell me, E.”

“I was getting to that, Benny! Y/n thinks you don’t like him. He thinks you only hang around him to make fun of him.”

“What? That’s crazy! Of course, I like Y/n.”

This was relieving, but it still didn’t explain his mocking.

“Yeah, Benny. Everyone knows that you’ve got a big fat crush on Y/n. Except for him, apparently.” You froze. That was definitely not what you were expecting. “Look, if you don’t wanna drive him away, maybe don’t make fun of him.”

“But I don’t want him to know that I like him.” Benny sounded defeated. He sighed. “Feelings are embarrassing, E.”

“You’re embarrassing, Benny.”

You didn’t know what to do with this new information

Obviously, you were happy that he had a crush on you

But trying to throw everyone off by mocking you? That made you not so happy

So you decided to finally clear the air with Benny

“Benny, can I talk to you?” You didn’t wait for an answer, already leaving Ethan’s living room. Benny looked at your friends nervously before following, finding you sitting on the staircase.

“What’s up?”

“I know you fancy me.” It was better to be direct because if you tried beating around the bush, neither of you would get anywhere. Benny froze, so you took it as a sign to continue. “Lucky for you, I like you back. But I’ve gotta tell ya, imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery, Benny. It’s honestly rather annoying.”

It took Benny a while to form a thought, let alone a response.

“... I’m sorry?”

“Are you asking me if you’re sorry?” You snorted.

“No! No, no, no. I am sorry. Really, I am.” Benny rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, moving to sit next to you on the steps. “It’s just… feelings are weird and, like, kind of embarrassing, and I didn’t know how to act around you.”

“You’re kind of embarrassing, Benny.” he had a look of recognition, probably remembering his conversation with Ethan. But before he could say anything about it, you patted his thigh and, feeling bold, kissed his cheek. “Luckily, you’re cute. So I’ll let it slide.”

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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Teatime

Doctor Who : Drabble

Rory Williams x Reader

Word Count: 714

Warnings: just Rory being the supportive friend that he is ✨

Request: “if you'd want to write it, id love a platonic rory x reader fic, i loved the dance scene between rory and the reader (in the dying girl fic, if i remember it right), it was really sweet and now its making me crave platonic fics of him! the reader can also be dating eleven but it doesn't matter, I just need some fluff comfort with rory!” Anon

A/N: Nights with Rory usually include a cup of tea and a healthy rant about the oblivious Doctor

Rory peeked his head around the entryway to see the living room. The back of (Y/N)’s head could be seen sitting on the couch, staring at the blank television screen.

He popped back into the kitchen to pour some tea, “I’ve got some biscuits if you want some.” He didn’t expect her to reply, “I’ve pulled out my mother’s teacups just for your visit. She was always so particular about who carried her teacups – only the finest for the finest.”

He came back into the living room, handing over a cup and saucer. He nudged her knees, feet curled up beneath her, and sat himself down. She let her legs fall across his lap and took the tea graciously, “Thank you.”

Rory waited until she took a sip, “So… this business with the Doctor.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “He’s so ridiculous sometimes.”

“It’s times like this when we must remember that he’s an alien. A thousand year old alien.”

“You would think all that time would make him less of an idiot.”

“I think all that time just lets him slip closer to insanity.”

(Y/N) laughed, setting the cup down, “I don’t understand him most of the time. He’s stubborn and childish and scatterbrained and completely wonderful.” She put a few fingers to her temple, “And if I hadn’t completely fallen for him then maybe I could move on with my life.”

Rory grabbed her leg across his lap, “It is very cliché of you.”

She gave him a look, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, just every girl falling for the mysterious, handsome adventurer that’s not quite like all the other guys. He’s different and brooding and broken in a way. It’s very cliché of you to fall for that.”

(Y/N) smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so mean about it.” But she gave him a smile, “I should find someone more like you then.”

“Naturally,” he puffed out his chest, “I’m dependable and simple and completely willing to settle down and be in love.”

She nodded to herself, “Amy is very lucky indeed.”

He gave her a long look, watching how she stared at her knees and tangled her fingers together. It wasn’t unusual for the Doctor to dump his friends in one location, forgetting that (Y/N) had her own apartment outside of the Ponds’. She normally stayed the night where they spent the evening watching movies or checking on the garden or cooking a splendid dinner.

There was more often than not the conversation of how (Y/N) was smitten with the Doctor, and though the Time Lord shared some romantic notions with her, he never made a move past kissing her forehead or grasping her hand in a moment of danger.

It made for some lowly nights where Rory, the loyal best friend, attempted to patch everything up. “There’s got to be a time when you’ll tell him. I mean, tell him plainly.”

“He is rather clueless.”

“When it comes to love, yes. I think he tries to avoid it because he knows how much it hurts to lose someone you love. After so many centuries dealing with that pain, I’m not surprised he avoids saying he cares.”

“Do you think he does?”

Rory smiled softly, squeezing her leg, “Do I think he cares about you? I think he cares immensely. And it terrifies him.”

She sat a little straighter, “Really?”

“He just won’t allow himself to feel it fully. If he tells you then it’ll be too real, especially if he ends up losing you.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she frowned, flicking his arm.

Rory winced but laughed, “And you’re avoiding the obvious. You have no idea how many times Amy and I have tried talking to him about it. The way he stares at you like a sick puppy. The way he can’t ever say no to you no matter how much it frustrates him. The way he tries to have you play husband and wife whenever we’re undercover…”

“I have noticed a pattern there,” she laughed. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Rory said, “And maybe if I could crack that thick skull of his, maybe he’d see I’m right too.”

She smiled, “You did always know how to cheer me up.”

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torreshalstead · 5 months

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On a crowded street in 1944

Summary - The four walls of Upton’s General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?

Chapters - 1/15

Notes - Welcome to my new AU! I’ve been working on this since July 7th since Taylor Swift dropped Timeless and I couldn’t let the idea go so I hope you enjoy! Happy reading ❤️ AO3 Link

June 1944

‘Morning Mrs Stevens,’ Hailey said cheerily when the grey haired woman entered the store. It was a warm June day in Chicago and the store had been busier than usual with people stopping in to get a cold bottle of soda from the ice bucket by the window. It had been her idea then when it was warmer they should chill some of the drinks so the customers could drink them straight out. Her father had initially disagreed, as he did with any of the ideas she put forward for the store, but her mother had also agreed and it had been a roaring success. Not that her father had offered her a word of thanks.

‘Morning Hailey dear, just wondered if that order of thread we discussed had come in yet? My Rory’s pants are in desperate need of a darn but I’ve only got red thread left and that would look mighty silly against the grey,’ Mrs Stevens said as she approached the counter.

Hailey smiled and nodded, ducking down under the counter to pull out the box that she had put aside the previous day having remembered the conversation with the older woman. ‘Here you are,’ Hailey said, handing over the requested bobbin.

‘You are a dear,’ Mrs Stevens said with a smile, opening her purse and pulling out a couple of coins to hand over. ‘And I’ll grab a pop on the way out too,’ she said with a wink.

‘Of course,’ Hailey said, punching the numbers into the large register, the drawer pinging open with a loud ding. She placed the coins in the appropriate sections and closed it again. Grabbing the nearest pencil she scribbled down the purchase in the ledger as well. Her father was a stickler for double counting everything, no matter how much longer it took.

‘Have a good day,’ Mrs Stevens called from the door, the cold bottle of soda clutched in her hand, the beads of condensation dripping onto the floor.

‘Mop floor later,’ Hailey made a mental note for herself as the door closed, the bell ringing as it did so.

Hailey sighed deeply, pleased to finally have a moment to herself. She felt like she hadn’t stopped all day and the back of her pastel blue shirt dress was sticking to her skin in the heat. What she wouldn’t give to crack open one of those cold Coca-Cola’s and let the sweet nectar cool her body. But she wasn’t allowed to take from the store unless she was going to pay and as she had a grand total of 3 cents in her coin purse, that wasn’t enough.

Although the store had been busy today and her feet were sore, Hailey was glad to be out of the upstairs apartment. It was too hot to be sat upstairs and her box room was incredibly stuffy. Her family leased both the store and the attached second floor apartment. It wasn’t large but it was big enough that her parents had a room down the hall, the living area with a tiny kitchenette and Hailey had her own room. It wasn’t much more than a cupboard with a window but it was her own space and she was thankful for it.

They had moved to the city when she was only 5 years old, her grandfather had passed and left her father some money so he had been able to quit his job at the canning factory and take the lease out on the general store. The store quickly became her father’s pride and joy, the love of his life. Hailey would go so far as to say he loved it more than her or her mother. The day it opened he had beamed with pride from ear to ear, a photograph was taken for the newspaper, the clipping was now framed behind the counter.

Once Hailey was old enough to recognise the numbers on the register and tall enough to look over the front counter, though initially she stood on a milk crate, her weekends had been spent working in the store. It was a novelty to start with, getting to work alongside her father and no longer be treated like a child but when she got into her teens and her friends would want to get together on the weekends, she loathed the place.

She begged her parents to let her skip a day so she could go watch the local baseball game or attend the carnival but her request was always denied. ‘We need you in the store, Hailey.’ ‘It's a family business.’ ‘Family is the most important thing Hailey.’ Were just some of the excuses she had heard. In the end she stopped asking to go and her friends stopped asking her to join them. By the time she left school, she was alone.

Sure, she had acquaintances who she knew by name when they came in weekly for supplies but it was never anyone her own age. She could meet people at church if her father didn’t hurry them out at the end of the sermon every week. She had wanted to go to college, train to be a secretary and get her typing qualification but here she was, working day in and day out in this store. Her father had said he didn’t have need of a secretary so what would be the point in her training. She hadn’t wanted to point out that her world didn’t start and end with these four walls, there were other things to see, new places to go.

Just as Hailey started to daydream about what her life could be, a common occurrence when the store was quiet, the bell rang and her head jerked towards the door to see a young man enter.

She stood up straight and brushed her dress down, she also picked her jaw up off the floor because this was the most handsome man she had ever laid her eyes on.

‘Welcome to Upton’s General Store, if you need anything please let me know,’ she blurted out, a fraction too loudly so the stranger looked startled.

‘Thank you,’ he said, tipping his army issued cap to her before starting to wander through the neatly stocked aisles.

He couldn’t have been much older than her, a year or two at most, and his army uniform looked freshly pressed if not newly issued. His boots were so polished that Hailey would bet all the coins in her purse that she could see her face reflected in them if she deemed to look. The folds down the centre of his pants legs were straight as an arrow and his shirt was equally neat. He had smiled at her when he had doffed his cap, his green eyes sparkling as he did. They looked like grass just after a rainstorm had passed through and Hailey was certain she would be dreaming about them then she went to sleep that night.

‘Do you have any envelopes Miss?’ He said from only a couple of steps in front of her. Hailey had been daydreaming so deeply she hadn’t even heard him approach.

‘Yes, yes we do,’ she stammered quickly, turning to the back walls and pulling open one of the drawers. ‘How many?’ She asked as she pulled out a handful.

‘Just a few would be fine, thank you,’ he said politely.

‘Here’s 4, but if you need anymore we are open everyday from Monday to Saturday,’ she said, her fathers words echoing through her head - ‘always remind them they can come back, don’t let them take their business elsewhere’.

‘I won’t be here after tomorrow morning unfortunately, we ship out at 9am tomorrow,’ he said, standing proudly as he did so.

‘Oh,’ Hailey said, taken aback. She had half hoped that he would become one of her regulars and she would get to see those eyes again. But she should have guessed from his attire that he wouldn't be sticking around. ‘Well thank you for your service Mr…’ she let her voice tail off and luckily he got the hint.

‘Halstead, Jay Halstead Miss. Pleasure to meet you,’ he said smiling.

‘Upton, Hailey,’ Hailey said, returning his warm smile with one of her own.

‘Upton, like the store,’ Jay said, gesturing around him at the shelves of merchandise.

‘It’s my father’s store but yes, it’s a family business,’ she said. She attempted to sound proud at the words but every time she heard anyone say the words family business it sounded more like family trap to her.

‘It’s a lovely place you’ve got here,’ Jay said and Hailey couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small giggle which she immediately stifled with a hand over her mouth.

‘I’ll tell my father you said so,’ Hailey responded with a shy smirk.

‘Please don’t, it’s not him I’m trying to win over,’ Jay said, the corners of his mouth pulling up to a grin.

‘And how’s that going Mr Halstead?’ Hailey lent against the counter, suddenly full of a confidence that she had never had when conversing with the opposite sex.

‘It could be going worse,’ he grinned and Hailey smiled. Every time he smiled and his pearly white teeth caught her eye, his green eyes twinkled even more. They were the sort of eyes that poets would write about.

‘Can I get you anything else apart from envelopes Mr Halstead?’ Hailey said, raising an eyebrow but continuing to keep her smile painted across her face.

‘I’ll have one of those sodas as well if you wouldn’t mind, it’s mighty hot today.’

‘I’ll add it to your tab and you can pick one up on the way out,’ Hailey tapped into the register.

‘Have one with me?’ Jay asked quickly and when Hailey’s eyes shot up from the counter he seemed to realise how forward he sounded. ‘Excuse me, I didn’t mean to be so forward but I’d be honoured if you’d have one with me?’ He nervously played with the knot of his tie.

‘There’s no one else to cover,’ Hailey said disappointedly. She’d love nothing more than to take a break and have a cold drink, and having his company would only add to that.

‘We could have them here?’ Jay offered, gesturing to the counter. ‘It’s no stroll along the river but I’ll try to be good company.’

Hailey knew she should say no, her father could come downstairs at any moment and if he found her fraternising with a customer he wouldn’t be pleased. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

‘Okay then Mr Halstead, I’d love to share a pop with you,’ Hailey smiled and looked up at him through her lashes.

‘Wonderful,’ Jay said loudly and walked towards the ice bin to collect two bottles of the brown nectar. Hailey quickly straightened her dress whilst his back was turned and ran her hands over her hair making sure her curls were actually curled and not turning into frizz like they normally did in this heat.

‘Thank you, that’s very kind of you,’ she said, accepting the bottle that Jay offered her, having just twisted the cap off of both.

‘No thank you,’ Jay said, clinking his bottle to hers. Taking a long sip Hailey sighed as she felt the cold liquid slide down her throat, cooling her from the inside out. ‘Lucky you get such access to cold drinks on days like today,’ Jay said offhandedly, taking a sip from his own drink.

Hailey wiped her finger across her bottom lip to collect any remaining condensation and shook her head lightly. ‘I just get the joy of serving it, Father likes the drinks to remain for the customers,’ she said flatly.

‘Oh, that makes sense,’ Jay said quickly, clearly sensing her discomfort. ‘So how much do I owe you?’ He asked in a clear attempt to change the subject.

‘12 cents,’ Hailey smiled and Jay handed it over. They fell back into a comfortable silence, both taking long drinks from their bottles and alternating who would turn away first when they held prolonged periods of eye contact. Hailey prayed no one came into the store and interrupted them, there was something about him that was intriguing.

Just as she opened her mouth to ask him whether the name Jay was shortened from anything, the door behind her opened and her father walked into the store.

‘The drinks are only for customers Hailey,’ he said firmly and Hailey shrunk back immediately.

‘Apologies sir, I asked your daughter to share a pop with me. It’s a hot day and I didn’t want to drink alone,’ Jay said loudly, pulling Ivan Upton’s attention to him, standing up straight as he spoke. ‘I paid for both bottles and gifted her one, I apologise for distracting her whilst she works.’

Clearly taken aback and noticing Jay’s uniform, her father muttered something under his breath about slacking and stamped back upstairs again.

‘Sorry if I’ve made things difficult for you,’ Jay said apologetically.

‘It’s okay, he’s got a big meeting with suppliers this evening so he’s been on edge all day,’ Hailey said, unsure why she was making excuses for the fact her father had just been rude to her in front of him. It was a habit now, even if she wished it wasn’t.

‘I best be off then, wouldn’t want to anger him by distracting you further,’ Jay said, nodding his head. ‘Thank you for your company Miss Hailey Upton.’

‘It was my pleasure,’ Hailey said, her voice suddenly shaky as Jay turned on his heel and exited the shop. Something she hadn’t felt before twisted in her stomach as the bell on the door tinkled when it closed. Something she’d only read about in her books when she was supposed to be sleeping, the ones she hid under the mattress because her mother deemed them inappropriate for young ladies. As she lifted the bottle and let the cold glass cool her lips, she was suddenly struck by the thought of his lips touching hers and wondered what it would feel like. She shook her head, he was clearly off to fight in the war and she wouldn’t see him again. No point thinking about something that wasn’t going to happen. Still she smiled to herself as she remembered how his eyes had shone when he smiled and how it had sounded when he said her name

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yukidragon · 9 months

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Hello!! I'm sorry if this has been asked before, but there's so many of the asks that you've answered (in such great detail too I loved reading it all), but maybe my eyes gave out on me- have you made an answer of a theory of who exactly murdered Jack/Joseph? We know that he was possibly shot at the incident, and I've been making a theory myself on who/what happened, but I was wondering if you had any insight/theories yourself! Sorry again if you've already answered this question!

Thank you for such kind praise! I'm really glad you enjoy reading my posts so much.💖

At the current moment we don't have any clues as to who is responsible for Jack's death. While I have theorized in the past that he was shot, it's just a theory at this point and not confirmed definitively. It was mentioned along with early development art that Jack was murdered, but unless it's stated in the game or on an official page like the twitter, tumblr, or patreon, it can't be counted as canon. The game is still in development, which means that plot points can and do change. Nick didn't used to be an actual character after all, let alone a love interest.

That said, I do personally think that Jack was a murdered. A popular headcanon in the fandom is that the culprit is Jean Laurent, Jack(tor)'s co-star who we can see had the role of Rory Rainberry in this picture. As you can see in the comments, the theory appeared practically as soon as the character did. Personally, I'm not convinced, as there's too little evidence to actually pin the crime on him... or anyone in particular really.

As of right now, Jack's death is intentionally vague, as I'm sure it's going to be one of the biggest plot points of the game. The first name of the actor behind Jack has been redacted, even though we've gotten teasers that his birth name was Joseph Cullman. We don't know who he interacted with besides his co-stars in his daily life. For all we know the murderer is someone he knew who hasn't been introduced yet.

Hell, the murder could even be someone not even Jack knew. For all we know, his death was the result of other peoples' machinations at play and he was an unfortunate casualty... It's this idea plus the name of the studio producing the show - Lambswork Productions - that led me to come up with the theory that Jack was murdered as part of a ritual. Cults have been known to be involved in the entertainment industry after all, and we are talking about a haunted VHS tape that attaches a ghost(?) to the person who watched it...

Another theory I had was that the murder was the result of a toxic lover's jealous ex deciding that Jack was the reason why they were no longer together.

One of the earliest theories I had was that Jack was murdered by someone from his past, a person who wanted to take revenge on Joseph for something that happened in Haberdae High. After all, there was a reason why Joseph ran away in the middle of a school day and abandoned his entire life, taking only the name of the high school as his new surname... I even reference this theory and combine it with the ritual theory in this AU what if where MC goes back into the past to save Jack's life.

As you can see from all these wildly different theories, we don't have enough clues to point us in the direction of the person responsible for Jack's death. We don't have a motive, or even know if more than one person was involved.

Hell, for all we know, the gunshot might not even have been meant for Jack. This happened in Texas after all, the state of lax gun laws where everyone is packing firearms, possibly multiple ones. He could've been shot by a misfired firearm, maybe when security was trying to get a parent to leave the studio while filming was going on. Maybe he was accidentally shot when the bullet was meant for another person working on the set higher up in the chain of command with more power and sway than any of the overworked actors.

Honestly, even when it comes to my own personal telling of the story, Sunshine in Hell, I haven't decided for sure what the truth behind Jack's death will be. I'm still playing around with different ideas, and I've come up with a lot of them, as you can tell from this post and the past headcanons.

I'm sorry I can't narrow down the suspects for you, but hopefully I've at least given you some possibilities to consider. Perhaps we'll get some more clues with the upcoming character teaser trailer that SnaccPop is going to release on the 20th.

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