#rorys requests | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

icarus-star · 10 days

Note

hi hi helloooo i saw ur reqs were back open and i am just here to ask for the dirtiest thing in ur mind that you can come up with for chris. literally no plot, no subject, i cant come up with anything else i just want dirty sex w him ,, thank you in advance :3

champagne & sunshine. | chris kenton ♥︎

cw: floor sex!! shower sex!! desperate sex!! that sexy kind of sex!! 69, standing doggy style?? also kind of implied squirting. fem!reader.

you lay on the floor with chris attacking your neck with little kisses, his hand already touching on you underneath your shirt. earlier, he had asked you to come over to study for a chemistry test, so... you weren't exactly not doing that, right?

"you're so pretty.." he muttered as he nuzzled his nose against your skin, his left hand darting up to your breast as he squeezed it lightly, catching your nipple between his index and thumb. you let out a soft whine at the pinch, your own hands still buried in chris's hair.

chris giggled, slipping your shirt off for you, beginning to pepper your chest with kisses, sucking softly at times as well. "mm, chris, please~" you moaned breathlessly, slumping against the side of chris's bed as the two of you sat on the floor. you pawed at chris's sweatpants, yanking them off of him, causing his hard cock to pop out and smack against his lower belly.

you giggled at the sound, jerking him off for a moment before asking; "do you have any condoms?" even though you knew he did. he nodded briefly before sliding the drawer to his bedside tables open, scanning for the condoms he was looking for. "ultra ribbed", "bareback", "double ecstasy", "strawberry flavored" -- "strawberry flavored"!

he took out one of the wrapped condoms from the box, ripping through the thin material to get to the latex which it held. he rolled it onto his hard cock, looking up at you afterwards. "suck me off?" he asked quickly with soft blue puppy dog eyes.

you grinned, pushing him to lay on the floor as you climbed on top of him. your face was right in front of his cock, and his face was now right in front of your pussy. he knew just what you wanted. he groaned quietly as you licked teasingly slow stripes along his shaft.

while you worked on his dick, chris slowly began licking your cunt. he slid his tongue in, slipping it out to suck on your sensitive clit. he knew he was doing good when you moaned around his dick, and the vibrations of that made him accidentally buck up and push deeper into your mouth, nearing your throat.

as nearly his whole cock was in your mouth, you tasted the flavor of fake strawberries on the condom, it was sweet and only made you want to take his entire length more. you choked and gagged as he slid down your throat. every little noise you made reverberated through chris's dick, making him moan into your cunt.

"y'taste so fuckin' good..~" he moaned, slurping at your arousal, his nose nudging into your pussy. you grinded against his face, practically suffocating him with your sex, but it only made him hornier. chris's hips subconsciously bucked up and down, forcing his cock in and out of your throat. before he could cum at all, you pulled away. with your fingers, you pulled the condom off of his dick, absentmindedly tossing it into the little trash can underneath his desk.

"wanna swallow your cum," you mumbled before returning to slobbering all over his throbbing dick. and you did exactly what you wanted. his tip erupted with that familiar clear-ish sticky substance, it poured into your mouth, and you felt as the heat melted down your throat.

chris's whines and moans where muffled by your pussy as he continued to sloppily eat your out, his mouth on every single sensitive part of you. "feels s'fuckin' good, wan'you to cum f'me..." he mumbled out, though it was beyond incoherent. his brain seemed more fucked out than his body, considering how good his tongue was fucking you.

he kept a good rhythm with his tongue going in and out, and your clit pressed against his chin. it was just enough. with a loud moan, you came all over chris's face. "fuuuckk! fuckfuckfuck!!" you spouted as you came down from your high, panting as you got off of chris.

he sat up, smiling at your weakened physical state. all from just his mouth. "i'll go start the shower." he said softly, moving some of your hair out of your face.

moments after you heard the pattering noise of the shower, you made your way to the bathroom. you noticed chris trying to find the perfect temperature of the water, one that you both can enjoy being in. he noticed you and turned his head. "feel any better?" he giggled.

you rolled your eyes, stepping into the shower with chris. you let out a soft moan as you felt the warm water pouring over your skin, though it was all cut short by chris interrupting you. "you're hoggin' the water. :(" he sighed, hugging you from behind so that he could get space underneath the showerhead.

"chriiissss~" you whined, now feeling the heat of his body against yours. before anymore words could be exchanged, you felt something.. hard pushing against your lower back. "chris.." you repeat, a much less playful tone in your voice.

nervously, chris swallowed back. "sorry, um, you're just.. so pretty right now.." he stammered, his hand placed on your hip. but he was right. you looked good like this. your body shined from the water and your hair was wet, he couldn't help feeling what he did.

you smiled, you knew that he felt bad, but you knew that he probably wants to fuck you real bad right now. you leaned you head back, resting it on his shoulder as you began to grind your ass against his dick. chris let out a small gasp, having not expected this from you.

he placed both of his hands on your hips, accepting this dirty gesture from you. "fuck..." he said in a mere whisper as he watched you. "please.. i needa fuck you.." he whispered into your ear.

you caught him in a messy kiss, allowing him to slip his dick into your pussy in the process. he let out a low groan, his mouth open just enough for you to slide your tongue in. he thrusted sloppily, lost in the messy kiss.

chris kept one of his hand's on your hips, pushing your front side against the cold tile wall in the shower. his other hand played with your clit, trying different patterns until he found the one that would often make you moan the loudest. the sound of skin clapping and water falling down on the floor was all that each of you could hear, along with the moans that were ripped from either one of you with each thrust.

chris became lazier as he felt himself coming to his climax, and he wanted you to join. he rubbed your clit in fast circles, leaving wet kisses down your neck. "cum with me? please fuckin' cum with me, baby..~" he muttered, coming undone. the begging and praise took a hold of you, you felt your legs shake as chris filled you up. you came just a moment after him, crying out obscenities as you felt every sensation at once.

#this is not rushed i just don't know how to properly end a story 😞#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #chris kenton #twelve 2010 #asks #request

103 notes · View notes

outofboundsarchives · 7 months

Text

Ugh thinking about incel Charlie again

/Fem reader/

CW for: slight noncon and manipulation

•This man has such an incel mentality it's not even funny. He literally stabbed a girl for not paying attention to him

•He would never force anything on you outright, but if you said you weren't in the mood, he'd try to convince you. He'd nuzzle his face against your neck, kissing your soft skin and whispering in your ear

"Baby please, it's been a week. You can't keep doing this to me"

•He'd grab your hand and press it against the front of his jeans, his cock painfully hard as he rubs your hand up and down his clothed cock

"Just a few minutes I promise, you don't even have to do anything."

"Cmon please, you know how hard it is for me to get myself off"

•When you finally cave, he would be relentless. He'd push in too quickly, not letting up as you gasped and begged him to give you a moment

"I know i know, It'll get better just give it a minute"

"Im sorry youre just-youre so warm i cant stop"

•His arms would wrap around you as he pounded into your poor unprepared body. Every time you'd try to protest or ask him to slow down he'd coax you all over again

"Please baby, just a little more. You feel so good, almost done okay?"

"You already made me wait so long, I can't wait anymore"

•When he would finish, he'd pull out, cumming all over your stomach before sliding down the bed, planting his lips against your abused cunt

•He's kind of a bad boyfriend, but he's gotta keep you around somehow

•He'd hush you as you whined, sliding his tongue up and down your slit, borderline making out with your swollen clit

•The warmth from his mouth would almost numb the soreness, and the cramping pain that would pulse against your bruised cervix. Your legs would tremble from the hot sensation and the previous abuse

•His hands would tighten around your hips as you began to lift your back off the bed, and press harder against his sloppy face. You can feel him chuckle against you as you start to reach your release, your hands finding his brown curly locks.

•He'd pull away just as you almost cum, making you spill a fountain of "No"s and "Please"s

•Begging, just like he wanted you to, because that means it was your idea after all

"What's the matter baby? I thought you weren't in the mood?"

•His fingers would push into your used hole as his tongue lapped at your clit. His eyes would be glued to your writhing body as you come undone before him.

•He'd crawl up the bed, hovering over you as you both catch your breath

"Do you feel better baby? Yeah, you did so good. Thank you for helping me feel better"

•He would help you clean up before pulling you close and running his fingers through your hair, and over your back and shoulders. He would give you little compliments that made you doubt that you weren't into it at the very beginning

"I love making you feel good, I'm glad you had a good time"

(Ahhhh nervous about using Tumblr again but i love writing here so much. Please send me some Rory characters requests. I love all your ideas🩷)

#charlie walker #rory culkin #scream #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #charlie walker smut #requests

333 notes · View notes

yes-divine-ruler · 9 months

Text

james march

one-shots

smut

For Eternity

rory monahan

one-shots

smut

My Little Pornstar

‎‏‏‎‎‏kai anderson

one-shots

smut

Make Love to Me

Ultraviolence

The Death of Peace of Mind

Bottoms Up x pre-cult!kai

Your Personal Trainer ------- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Get it Up

Vengeance

Worst In Me

Cake

Razor Sharp

Humiliated Man

Sexting the Councilman

All Part of My Plan

So Easy

Doll x bimbo!fem!reader

Obey by my Rules

Benefactor x virgin!fem!reader

Sweet Dreams

Mr Anderson x student!fem!reader

Off Limits x warren lipka

Cam Girl

angst

Love The Way You Lie

Protected

headcanons

Falling Pregnant with Kai Anderson’s Messiah

Reader loves crotchet and gardening

drabbles/blurbs

bratting out in public

overstimulation

overstimulation 2

“first one to cum is a loser”

series

“Rivals” Masterlist

All Parts (5/? posted)

242 notes · View notes

maladaptivebb · 2 months

Text

Alone time (Benny Weir x Reader, NSFW, My Babysitters A Vampire)

9pm

Wednesday

A school night

Ethan was helping Rory with his chemistry homework, Sarah had picked up another babysitting gig, and Erica didn’t hang out with the two of you. Not Benny at least. His grandma was out, some magic party with other seniors from neighboring towns. You had the house all to yourself tonight, or at least until his grandma came home around 2 or 3. But that felt like forever for the two of you. You had been dying for just a prolonged moment together, no one knew, yet.

The tv was blaring, some straight to film horror movie from the 80s. Benny only put it on as a joke but then it actually turned out pretty interesting, that was, until the thought of his mouth on yours became the only interesting thing in the whole world. An empty pizza box and half drunk cups of soda mingle on the table in front of the tv, while the two melted together on the couch.

He was warm and soft, you hadn’t gone beyond a small make out session when you could sneak it in from all the chaos of being in this town, but tonight you two had already been tasting each other for 30 mins.

Soft moans escaped your mouth, which only encouraged his ego to hook your leg around his waist. The movements were slow, achingly slow, but the two of you hadn’t had slow like this. You knew fast paced tongues and lip biting just so the other would have to explain themselves somehow to the rest of the gang. You knew hot breath mixing with cold air before parental figures could see the other sticking out of the window. Quick squeezes of whatever body part their hands happened to land on in between battles with ghouls. But tonight, the squeezes were soft and long, and oh did it drive you crazy.

His hands weren’t limited to over the clothes either, which didn’t stop him from having one buried in your unbuttoned jeans, gently squeezing your ass with one hand while his other was buried in your hair.

It would never escalate beyond kissing and maybe feeling each other up. But oh did both of you crave for more. Tacky screams rang through the house as the cheerleader was hunted onscreen, a loud moan escaped your mouth at the same time. Hips rocked together, first disguised as subtle repositioning, but then neither of you cared.

There you were, dry humping on Bennys living room couch, his tongue deep in your throat. You had waited months for a moment like this with him. As the kiss got faster and more heated now that you both started grinding on each other, Benny quickly changed positions to end up on top of you. His head ducked down to nip at your neck and collarbone, you wrapped your legs around his hips, which only encouraged him to go faster.

The sounds he made were beautiful. His breath hitting your ear, slowly turning from soft moans to something more desperate. The movie kept playing, the pizza box continued to sit on the table, and Benny pushed his hips into yours on the couch. Profanities starting to leave his mouth, you had never gotten this far with each other before. With your fingers tangling into his hair, you pulled him into another slow kiss, which only slowed down your hips into a gentle pace, not ready for any of this to end.

But that didn’t stop him from going any further, as he pulled your pants down far enough for him to stick his hand inside. Another scream from the tv covered up a loud moan. You decided to return the favor, unbuttoning his pants and gently slipping your hand in his boxers. Lips found each other again as your hands worked magic on each other.

“Benny”

You whispered in between kissing and he hummed in response, you were close and so was he. Hands sped up, kissing got sloppy, though not any less desperate. Another loud scream. But this time the two of you moaned loud with it. After a few more seconds of sloppy kisses, hands were back at each other’s sides, heavy breathing and clouded thoughts causing you both to take a second for some much needed air.

The movie kept playing, somehow not over yet. Benny watched it as he fixed himself and caught his breath. He grabbed some napkins from the table, complimentary from the pizza, and offered you some as well. Once you had stood up and fixed yourself as well Benny pulled you close to him again, hand tight on your waist, making sure your body was stuck on his. He kissed you deeply, his tongue stayed in his own mouth, to tired to start anything again.

“We should do this more” he finally said after breaking away from your lips

You playfully scoffed “As if we ever have this much alone time on a regular basis”

“I mean we’re alone now, maybe we can uh you know..?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, earning a laugh and a small hit to the arm

“We just did you dork, and from the looks of the sensor light your grandma installed over the garage, we have some visitors”

Benny frowned “good visitors or bad visitors?”

But before you could speak, you both heard a loud crash, Ethan immediately getting onto Rory for whatever stupid thing he thought Vampire ninja could do.

Bennys head dropped in a sigh, he loved those two, but sometimes they could be too much. He was sure it was mutual for Ethan, maybe not Rory ever, but Ethan always let him intrude, so he let his hands leave your body before heading to the door.

You smiled and grabbed the remote, looking for something else to put on while Ethan and Rory barged in with even more pizza.

#my babysitter's a vampire #benny weir x reader #benny weir #mbav stuff #Benny weir fanfic #Vampires #mbav #ethan mbav #rory mbav #ethan morgan #rory keaner #We need more MBAV fanfiction so here I am #Requests open

84 notes · View notes

angelsanarchy · 2 months

Text

Requested by kappasbbgirl : i totally get it! he deserved a whole episode or honestly a whole movie! i would love desperately one where y/n and him are inseparable everybody knows they belong to each other period point blank….but someone else gets added to the cult “family” , kappa gets attached, and y/n starts feeling jealous abandoned etc and there’s chaos and it’s heart-wrenching ugh i need it 💔

All it took was 3 months with a tiny blonde ditz for him to shift his gaze. They went from worshiping each other every single day to barely seeing one another at dinner. Y/n watched her whisper in his ear as she sat draped across his lap across the bonfire, his hands sliding up and down her thighs and fiddling with the string of her top. Y/n sat sipping a beer, wishing that her glare could pierce his flesh with the hurt he had caused her.

She was his world and he was hers. They were the ones who started this movement against anti-humans. They had killed for one another, they had starved and been brutalized by the justice system all for her to be placed on the outside of his affections for some young idiot who hasn't gone a day in her life to sacrifice anything about her skin care, let alone the cause.

She pretended to be this little lamb who needed Kappa to teach her how to do basic things, it was pathetic.

"Y/n, you look stressed. Would you like me to help you with that?" Epsilon spoke from behind Y/n as he massaged her shoulders. The new contact felt wonderful and pulled a moan from her lips that seemed to drawn Kappa's eyes upward.

"You wanna take your hands off my property Eps..." Kappa said with a laugh. Y/n closed her eyes and reached back to hold Epsilon's hands in place.

"I'm no one's property. Please continue." Y/n stroked his forearm, not paying attention to Kappa's body shifting beneath his new toy.

"Y/n...don't make a scene in front of our new family members." He cleared his throat and Y/n opened her eyes to see the young girl with her hand buried in his hair.

"I see no new family members. The family I have has fought this fight, killed for our cause, and bled for it. What you're referring to on your lap there is a plaything...fresh meat." Y/n could see the girl start to tense.

"You're being rude-" Kappa started to grit his teeth and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Then let me excuse myself before I hurt anyone's feelings. I have something much more interesting I could be doing with my mouth instead." Y/n got up from her seat and Kappa watched her run her hand down Episoln's arm before taking his hand and pulling him behind her. They had barely made it into the trailer before the door swung open and Kappa yanked Epsilon out. Y/n let out a sigh knowing that she had gotten Epsilon in trouble for no reason but before she could walk out and defend him, Kappa came bursting through the door, slamming it shut behind him and backing her into the bedroom until she fumbled backward onto the bed.

"Are you trying to make me kill Epsilon? Is that what you want? Because I will and you will have no one to blame but yourself and your desire to piss me off." Kappa seethed.

"Oh fuck you Kappa! You don't own me and I'm not going to wait around while you fuck the shiny new virgins into the family. I have just as much right to fuck who I want, when I want." Y/n pushed up from the bed and stood in front of him. He walked towards her silently.

"Is that so?" He kept his tone tight as he stared at her.

"Don't stand here and waste my time. Fuck that little toy of yours while you can because she isn't staying long." Y/n demanded.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Kappa asked amused.

"Because if anyone owns someone here, it's me. You think you can fuck me raw and hard, cum in my body and wake up one day to do that with someone else? I don't think so." Y/n shoved him hard before slapping him across the face, grabbing his chin roughly.

"This mouth belongs to me." She growled, taking her free hand and cupping his already hard cock in her hands.

"This cock belongs to me." She moved her hand from his chin and slapped her hand on the skin of his chest that was visible through his shirt.

"This heart is mine. The only way out is for me to consume it." She felt the pain in her teeth as she gritted out her words and Kappa's breathing picked up. When she released him he licked his lips, scanning the trailer for a moment before picking up the dagger that sat on the counter. Y/n wasn't afraid of him even as he walked towards her with the dagger before yanking the rest of his shirt open and holding it out to her.

"I suggest you mark what's yours then." Kappa's hand was unwavering as he held the blade towards her. She took it and shoved him down on the bed, straddling his hips and staying perched atop his cock which was crying to be released from its cage. She kept her eyes locked to his as she carved her name across his skin, letting his warm blood run down his nipple and his moans escape his lips.

When she was done, she wiped the blood from the wound and stuck the fingers into her mouth.

"I am yours...for eternity." Kappa whined leaning up to capture Y/n's mouth with his own.

"Then fuck me like I know you can." Y/n bit his lower lip and Kappa smirked. The clothes they were wearing was practically shredded before used the blood from his chest to stroke his cock. Y/n swatted his hand away from it and lifted her legs to throw over his shoulders. He entered her roughly and his thrusts were sloppy.

"Is that all you have for your soulmate? Fuck me harder Kappa. I am not glass, I will not break." Kappa took her words as a challenge, flipping her over and gripping her hips with a brutal pressure that he knew would bruise. He fucked into her deeply, pulling moans from her mouth as he slapped the flesh of her ass bouncing off of his thighs.

"Oh fuck! FUCK! Don't stop." Y/n pleaded.

"Who do you belong to Y/n? I need to hear it." Kappa asked as he pounded into her pussy, yanking the hair on the back of her head until her throat was exposed.

"Mmm I'm yours Kappa. I'm only yours baby." Y/n cried feeling him pumping his cum into her while he dug his fingernails into her hips. Even when he was spent, he continued to fuck into her, moving his hand to her clit.

"Cum for me my love. Cum on my cock." Kappa ran his hand down Y/n's back and she moved her ass back on him until she felt herself gripping him tightly. He slowed his thrusts and kept himself safely inside of her as he lay down behind her, holding her tightly to his chest.

"You were never second. You are and will always be my queen, my heart and soul." Kappa breathed into her hair as he held her.

"The day you decide otherwise will be your last, Kappa. I will kill you myself if you ever try and find a new queen." Y/n turned her head to look at him and he touched her chin.

"I will put the dagger in your hand myself." He promised his life to her.

#Did the best I could #Hopefully this isn't trash.#I'm kinda sick so it isn't as long as I wanted.#Kappa #Black Mirror #Request #Kappasbbgirl #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #One Shot

69 notes · View notes

evenstar0600 · 1 year

Note

greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

1K notes · View notes

violetngrey · 10 months

Note

A part 2 to the Charlie walker 10 things?? Maybe they go on a date or something?

well it’s definitely something

part 1

# :: 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 🫧 - 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆

after yesterdays flirtatious conversation charlie had with you he couldn’t get you off of his mind

he kept replaying the whole thing in his head over and over

“you don’t have to lie to me to talk to me” you laughed

“who said i was lying”

you just laughed and smiled “i’m y/n”

“i know”

you’d awkwardly gotten up and left after and he could just hit himself as it was the perfect opportunity to ask you out

he spent days thinking about ways to talk to you again all while you sat quietly in the back of the club

recently you’d been missing some of the clubs sessions and charlie had started to get concerned

after class had ended one night he went to seek you out

vaguely knowing where your locker was he made sure to not get in anyones way

there you were

smiling and laughing with another boy

this struck something within charlie he didn’t know he had

“heyyy y/n, i was just looking for you” he decided to put his hand round your waist

risky move

the other guy, much taller than charlie looked rather confused as it’d seemed she been flirting with him back

“hey charlie, you’re late” you gave him a look

the other guy ended up skulking off after a few of charlie’s diabolical looks

he quickly took his arm back and turned to you

she just thanked him and said the guy had been bothering her for a while now and doesn’t like coming down this corridor anymore because he know this is her locker

something about him wanting to take her out on the town next week

so that’s why she wasn’t coming to cinema club recently

it was his fault

he’d pay for that later

“how about i take you out instead”

charlie blushed a lot more recently

“only if you want to of course”

y/n seems to blush a lot round him

tucking her oh so soft hair behind her ear she agreed

charlie would be picking her up on friday night from her house for a date

just one more day to get through until then

he definitely went home that night and had a victory wank

it’s not like he hasn’t done it before over her but this time there was progress

he’d completely forgotten he used to stutter over kirby just six months ago when she teased him and now he’s not bothered at all

robbie definitely noticed

kirby seemed to notice too

she started making conversation with him more

trying to get him to talk about movies with her and jill often

he was definitely nervous if he should get you flowers or not

friday rolled around way too quickly for charlies nerves to settle

especially after he’s had such a busy thursday

he already knew your address so it was only a matter of time

a button up shirt, nice jeans and converse and charlie felt sick

he’d never felt this way before

always racking his hair back

red roses were presented upon opening your front door

“just like the movies”

he’d pick a fancy restaurant as he had no idea what you liked

getting there just in time, the reservation didn’t go through

you guys ended up driving to the local shop and buying strawberries, chocolate and some random junk food

you both sat eating them in the boot of his car

he ended up melting the chocolate with his lighter and you both had chocolate covered strawberries

as you smudged a bit on his cheek and he retaliated by throwing half a strawberry at you

which got onto your clothes a little

“i’m sorry, okay! how was i supposed to know you’re weak to strawberries”

you scoffed and got the tissues out the front door pocket

you heard a shuffle and a bump from charlie in the back causing you to look up

he was shoving something back into the boot underlining

you thought he definitely skateboards

abandoning the tissues and taking it out of his backseat you rushed up to the boot of the car

he just looked surprised

he didn’t skateboard

he stood there teaching you and helping you not fall off around the parking lot

by the time you could somewhat push by yourself charlie would retreat to the car

he was still nervous

he called it a night rather suddenly as you guys left the parking lot

the red had started to drip out the underside of his car

at least the guy won’t be bothering you anymore

please support me by reblogging / commenting / liking my posts! it means so much to me!

I love anyone’s requests so much and it gives me even more ideas and inspiration to come up with more.

#scream #scream 4 #charlie walker #charlie walker hcs #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x you #scream movie #requests #rory culkin #ghostface

215 notes · View notes

not-with-you-but-of-you · 6 months

Text

GILMORE GIRLS | 2.22 + 4.13 + AYITL “Summer”

Jess coming back to Stars Hollow, to Rory

Requested by @emmafallsinlove

#literati #jess mariano #rory gilmore #jess x rory #rory x jess #ayitl #gilmore girls #literatiedit #jessmarianoedit #rorygilmoreedit #gilmoregirlsedit #my gifs #*#requests #thanks for the request @emmafallsinlove <3 #so the idea was basically that once Rory kissed Jess and told him “welcome home”#he kept coming back to Stars Hollow #to her more specifically #okay so in season 4 he comes back for his car right #but have y’all read Loose Ends by @ernestonlysayslovelythings?#y’all should because it’s great #and the whole reasoning she does for why Jess came back for the car #(which basically implies that he in fact came back for Rory)#just makes SO MUCH sense it’s not even a headcanon to me #that IS the reason why he came back #so anyway go read this amazing fic if you haven’t #and in AYITL he JUST arrived in Stars Hollow and the very first thing he does is go see Rory??#and he immediately agrees to her offer of having lunch even though he’s supposed to meet Luke??#like come onnn #that boy has his priorities straight and it’s not getting Liz and TJ out of some cult or whatever lol

429 notes · View notes

threadsun · 6 months

Note

It’s approaching that time of year again and we know how horny the SDJ boys are. Who do you think would last the longest during Not Nut November and who will quit after being tempted? I have a feeling that Elias and probably Barry will last the longest

Doesn't participate: Barry, Jean, Rory, Joseph

Tries and fails: Jack, Ian, Bo

Succeeds: Elias, Taylor, Nick, Shaun

Bonus round...

Asks to do locktober with their dom: Ian, Taylor, Joseph, Jean

#sunshine #18+ only #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #the groom of gallagher mansion #tgogm #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #barryposting #elias gallagher #taylor potts #I think all of them would do and enjoy locktober but those four would Actively Request It

96 notes · View notes

lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

Note

how do all the lackadaisy characters react to getting sick/how do the handle the situation. Thanks!! :3c

Lumping these two asks together as they are the same request. Ask and ye shall receive! (A collaborative effort between multiple of our authors as it does involve the whole cast.)

ROCKY

Sick? What do you mean sick. In his over twenty-two years of living thus far he's never been sick once. He has the immune system of a titan, what are you talking about.

Questions he whilst leaning heavily on the bar counter for support lest he is knocked to the ground in a feverish pile by this sudden earthquake that apparently no one else is noticing like seriously you guys shouldn't we evacuate the place?!

In his defense, he's right about one thing: illness seems to avoid him as prevalently and miraculously as death itself. He could get stuck in the rain, take cold mud baths, sleep outside in winter snow, hug someone with Spanish flu, taste the pavement of a rat-infested alley and drink raw sewage and still come out of it all fit as a fiddle.

(Whether he carries anything is a different question, though with the various microorganisms inside him he seems to live in an overwhelmingly peaceful coexistence.)

But every rule has exceptions. And since he frequently does end up in all those situations, when once a millennium he comes down with something it's hard to tell the cause.

How he handles it can be summed up in a short answer of: he doesn't. He refuses to acknowledge it until he's physically incapacitated. If asked about it he keeps insisting that he's fine, a-okay, dandy as can be, never has existed a more invigorated healthy young man on Earth. At best he may invent a perfectly unconvincing excuse, like allergies acting up. (Inside underground caves. In winter. When he's never been allergic to anything in his entire life.)

Aside from perhaps unsuccessfully forbidding him from causing more grievous disturbances than usual, people usually opt to just leave him to it, because once he's set his mind on being "fine" logical reasoning and sound advice are only breath wasted. Ever well-intentioned, Mitzi still tells him to get some rest every now and then, yet keeps stumbling into the boy as he's fumbling through whatever that unresting intent has currently possessed him to be doing.

This wouldn't be such an issue with, say, a cold, because regardless of his masochistic eagerness for activity it inevitably does pass, but if it's something that necessitates any amount of bedrest... well, good luck.

For one he hasn't really a place to rest. I mean... there's the car. No one but Ivy at the Lackadaisy seems to know he technically lives in there, and he's not too enthusiastic to disclose it himself; besides anywhere else actually suitable, like in Mitzi's apartment, he'd just feel like a capital nuisance.

But let's suppose a scenario with the ideal location and someone who cares enough to stick by and ensure he actually does stay put. Shouldering such a responsibility, they must be prepared for a minimum of two things.

For one: he's going to be even more unbearably talkative than usual. Because what else is there left for a restless spirit if the flesh is restrained? Nothing but to complain and lament and versify and prattle on incessantly about whatever comes careening hither along a changeful stream of consciousness. Albeit unwittingly, driving others insane with his aimless rambling is how he keeps himself... well, something.

It's like if his mind had to stop running at maximum speed for just a few minutes it would promptly crash for good. Which, for all we know, may really be the case.

(This is just my two cents, but: I think giving him drawing implements and a coloring book or just plain paper might keep him very nicely occupied, as well as relatively quiet. Be sure to provide plenty of paper though, if you don’t want him to start drawing on other things not meant to be drawn on when the supply runs out like an unsupervised kid... unless you welcome the idea of your walls and furniture being covered in doodles.)

The other, possibly more arduous challenge is keeping him inside the room in the first place. Not understanding nor agreeing with his special treatment largely experienced as imprisonment on his end, he seizes each arising opportunity to attempt to weasel away somehow.

And he's a trained escape artist.

Watch him closely but look away for even a second, and you'll find no trace of him left in the room when you look back. Lock him in there, he'll pick the lock in a pinch - or attempt the window, which depending on the floor number may carry various levels of risk. Tie him down (because you're getting desperate by now) and you're likely to stumble into him minutes later by the front door, having already wriggled his way out. Doesn’t matter which knot was used, he knows most of them by heart. (And even if he didn’t happen to, he’s resourceful enough.)

Like I’ve said before, he perseveres in resisting his confinement for as long as he's capable of moving his limbs around and some vague semblance of coherent thought. Even with his brains cooking with delirium one may have to rescue him as he's crawling along on the floor dragging with him the tangle of blankets he was last left swaddled in, not entirely clear on what direction he's headed but by all means dedicated.

He's not above manipulation either, in order to divert his warden’s attention or make them relinquish his firm supervision rooted in concern for his well-being. Because it's not like he's concerned about it; so why should anyone else be? In addition he's unshakably certain that his role in the Lackadaisy's rumrunning force as well as there in general is absolutely vital and requires that he always be available for employment regardless of if he’s even in a proper state for it. (Just look at the latest comic arc, for crying out loud.)

But psst. Here's a little personal tip, for (Y/N) specifically. If reasonable advice hits deaf ears, and cuffing him to a bedpost yields little results other than another mildly baffling escape attraction, there remains one other thing to try with better chances of success... a more hands-on approach, if you catch my drift.

(Cuddling. I'm talking about cuddling. If you've got a good grip on this string bean of a man he is certainly not going anywhere so long as you're vigilant. Doing so, of course, means risking your own health, which he won't fail to coyly point out either; but he'll otherwise put up minimal resistance and ultimately cave in because God knows he’s touch deprived and doesn't get held enough otherwise. Well, by not enough I mean not at all, ever. But that's exactly why it's a good thing you're here, isn't it?)

Overall, as amusing of a story collection to recount as his commonly absurd ailing escapades might provide later down the line, the fact that they very rarely happen is no doubt for the best. He engages in enough troublesome shenanigans as is.

FRECKLE

Surprisingly pragmatic about it. Yep. He's getting symptoms. Looks like he contracted something.

Best be careful about it... mostly because Nina wouldn't allow him running himself ragged anyhow.

Along with other moral virtues he's had honesty drilled into him from kittenhood. And although it's not always an option in... other matters... he's upfront about how he's feeling physically if not much else, and eventually does come to terms with it. (Once he’s confirmed with certainty that it’s not just the general nauseated feeling he gets whenever he thinks too deeply about his “work” nowadays.)

He doesn't want to infect other people, or incur the stern concern of his mother, so at the very least he stays around the house, doing small, mostly undemanding chores. He's aware it's not expected of him nor recommended, but he has a bit of restlessness to him too.

Mostly because, were it bad enough to confine him to bed in a blanketed bundle of suffering incarnate, all he'd be able to think about is that God's wrath finally caught up with him for being a horrible person and this was part of his rightful punishment. Even worse if he got a nasty fever; it's like he's already burning in Hell.

Distractions may be scarce, but if he's been told off from chores for sneezing on the washing-up or exhausting himself with much too overzealous hammering, he opts to read instead. Over the years he's amassed quite the collection of books, renowned classics and youth literature, and most of them still give off the fluttering remnants of a good kind of nostalgia when flipping through the pages.

And besides, immersing himself in someone else's story is far more pleasant than fretting over his own current predicaments.

Some company, from a safe distance of course, will do him wonders as well. Nina is not the most conversational woman around, and aside from checking on him regularly and ensuring his wellbeing they don't make much meaningful contact.

Rocky likely pops in from time to time however, forever enthused to just run his mouth for as long as allowed, and although he may get a bit too bombastic for Calvin's comparative lack of vitality sometimes he appreciates the distraction more than he's able to express it. And, believe it or not, it's not entirely one-sided either. Rocky has developed a keen sense for his quiet cousin's intent to contribute and will more than gladly listen to what he has to say.

He’ll also forward Ivy’s wishes for Calvin to get well soon as she’s just dying to be able to meet with him at the speakeasy again. (Definitely also attaches a teasing remark or two to the message.) Then he’s eventually ushered out by Nina and as soon as his hasty goodbyes are swallowed by the outdoors Calvin finds himself missing the noise already.

The paralyzed stillness of being sick gets to him a lot more than it shows… seeing as it leaves him a little too alone with his own mind. So he sinks into the comfort of old books until he’s incapacitated by a headache and sore eyes, and diligently rakes those seven leaves that had gathered across the back lawn since he last attended to them two hours before, and lingers outside in the garden until warmer hues overtake a sun-painted sky and the evening chill starts to bite, taking in all things green and alive and in motion to remind himself that he’s not a walking corpse. Not yet, anyway.

Due to his mom’s supervision as well as his own eagerness to follow instructions in order to escape his personal limbo as soon as possible, he does tend to recover fairly fast; and he’s a pretty hardy young lad, thank goodness, so it’s all quite uncommon of an ordeal. In short it’s back to the ol’ grindstone in a jiffy; you know, the kind of grindstone that pulverizes mortal lives and churns out dripping blood.

But hey, best not stop and mull over it too long.

IVY

Oh, it's a nightmare for her.

You mean she can't go out in the evenings anymore? Can't go shopping with friends? Can't procure booze with her criminal coworkers? Can't attend dates with her cute new boyfriend? (Well, those last two are one and the same, really.)

These are all vital activities for a young woman like her to pursue! What else is she supposed to do? Rot in her room and steer clear of all fun whilst everyone else keeps going on with their lives?!

Some flimsy cold is nowhere near enough to keep her away from the beloved Lackadaisy. She can still man the café counter with a little sniffle (taking care to sneeze on no one's food) or look absolutely gorgeous on the dancefloor decked in glimmering pearls and feathers with a slightly paler constitution. But if it's bad enough that she simply must stay put...

During classes the still life of an empty dormitory fills with upbeat contemporary tunes from her bedstand radio as she lies upon crumpled bedsheets, clad in her prettiest pajamas, surrounded by an almost ritualistic circle of tissues and magazines whilst flipping through one of the latter with her legs girlishly dangling in the air. This is likely the scene any visitors are greeted by as well.

She looks like she's coping rather well... until verbal contact ensues and she begins her long string of complaints about how she's feeling utterly miserable. Runny nose, sore throat, grating cough, an unshakable sense of fatigue and she can't even go anywhere! Her classmates are off studying or having fun themselves (as well as deliberately avoiding contact with her for obvious reasons), and she's got nothing to look at but patterned wallpaper and pictures of pretty clothes she currently can't even visit the boutiques for.

But once the grievances are shared she promptly guides the spotlight in their direction, upon which they are to share every last bit of information and news about all most recent ongoings in the world of the healthy. It is a requirement (she will not let them go until they oblige), but also an opportunity; they're welcome to spill the beans on how their week has been and any noteworthy things that happened to them and also to just chat with her about whatever else comes up in the process.

Another way she keeps herself involved with the outside world is through the telephone. The local operator can already tell if she's under the weather by the prevalence of hearing her slightly weathered, juvenile voice squeak for connection to mostly one line throughout the day.

Her calls may also be scheduled to a certain hour so that everyone can come up to Mitzi's office and say hi. That "everyone" overwhelmingly ends up being Rocky, who lingers around there a bit more insistently than usual nearing that time frame and never fails to make his presence known by shouting his own greetings and cheerful encouragements of perseverance into the receiver.

She always asks him about Viktor and Calvin since the former disappointingly refuses to engage with her calls, and the latter doesn't visit because boys aren't allowed in the dormitory... and because he's afraid of catching her sickness. (What a chicken.)

You’d better believe they both get a scolding once she’s recovered for not contacting her at all… though you can’t really stay mad at sheepishly apologetic, babyfaced Freckle McMurray, now can you

Supposing the presence of company who’s emotionally close enough, she may also get clingy in the physical sense. Yes, she knows it’s not very courteous to rub your germs all over someone, but oh, her head is just killing her and she’s exhausted and achy and utterly sick of being sick, hence she desperately needs to rest her chin on someone’s shoulder and latch onto their soft warmth. Really, they brought this upon themselves by daring to enter the sniffly lion cub’s den. Now they’re likely not allowed to move for… let’s say the next two hours. Alternatively, until she has to go to the bathroom or ask them to get her something to drink.

Yes, she’s a bit of a princess; and especially when she’s miserable she may occasionally indulge in showering a willing servant with her various requests. Fetch her this, throw away that, bring hot chocolate and snacks, take out the trash, give her attention. But how could you say no to those big, innocent eyes?

If it’s a schoolmate she will absolutely persuade them to skip their classes for the day and spend time with her instead, offering cuddles and gossip. Forgetting, or ignoring rather, that not everyone can afford to be so lax about their education. Though surely, full-time service as a personal maid slash stuffed animal is making a much better use of their time. She promises to do the same when they inevitably catch the illness themselves, if that’s any consolation.

Nightly adventures and consequent loss of sleep aside, she takes decent care of herself overall, so the understimulating agony of quarantined solitude luckily isn’t something she suffers more of than the average person… albeit that little she’s an expert at suffering luxuriously.

VIKTOR

No, he's not sick, you're just lying. The great, the indomitable, the fierce Viktor Vasco never gets sick.

Denial is definitely a big part of it. He will not admit to getting sick until he's too weak to stand, and even then he'll fight anyone who tries to get him to rest.

The boredom is somehow scarier than actual health concerns. Staying at home and being too ill to do anything except think means he'll think. And thinking leads to a whole load of other things that he doesn't want to get into.

Essentially, getting sick is a liability to everything, from his job to his sense of self.

However, good luck on trying to make him better. He will also stubbornly refuse any help that comes his way, will slam his door in the doctor's face and threaten to tear apart anyone who so much as suggests getting him medicine.

His colleagues from Lackadaisy have taken to asking Mrs Bapka, his neighbour, to administer anything they want to give him themselves (he will draw a line at punching an old woman and fellow Slovakian immigrant), or Ivy (no one can successfully dispose of Ivy and her headstrong attitude. No one.)

The last person he had actually listened to when he was sick was a certain Mordecai Heller. Needless to say, that's not the case anymore.

Maybe that's what really makes him so grumpy and reluctant.

ZIB

His immune system is either rock hard or absolute dogshit, there is no in-between. He can go through a crowd of cats with nasty 'bouts of the flu without catching it, but gets bedridden by something as small as a head cold.

Said wonky immune system may be because he tends to drink stuff cut with the most ridiculous ingredients (radiator fluid, coffin varnish, paint, water, mud, you name it he's probably tasted it)

When he gets laid up, he gets laid up hard (innuendo not intended). He has to drag himself out of bed during the worst parts of it and may not even bother, electing to curl up and shiver/cry from the pain/die where he's comfortable. His band members have to literally drag him out of there on those days and force food down his throat so he doesn't wither away

Goddammit you lanky noodle bitch look after your sick ass don't make everyone do it for you

MORDECAI

He hates falling ill with a passion. It's one of many reasons he drinks tea so often: if he does get sick, it won't hit him so hard.

He tends to try and shrug off small stuff (runny nose, mild to moderate headache, aches and pains) to go to work anyway; but he's no fool. If he really feels icky he'll stay at home and look after himself. As much as he hates to do it, he's only got one body and somebody has to look after it.

The Savoys bash/tease him relentlessly whenever he comes in sick. If the mild headache becomes something worth staying at home for, they'll go as far as to try and visit him (or get him to come to them). Is it guilt about ragging him about it, them missing him or just boredom? Hard to tell with those two.

Serafine once teased about playing as his "mama" and looking after him until he's better. Mordecai, in his sickness-muddled mind, flew off the handle at her...Though all the Savoys saw was him almost break a glass in his paws before telling them flatly to get out.

Neither one realized Serafine had hit a nerve until he refused to let them in for a few days after. Whether it was something about his past or Serafine betraying his trust to get him into her group, they let it go and pretended nothing happened once he was back in action (though there was a noticeably thicker wall between him and them)

SERAFINE/NICODEME

Meet the "clingy" duo.

They don't get sick often and have impressive immune systems, what with their past roaming the swamps and other dangerous conditions, but when they do? Oh boy...

They'll either cling to each other in private, or play it up and annoy a hapless colleague.

And by "hapless colleague", I mean Mordecai—because of course it is.

Sickness is less of an actual, preventive ailment, but rather an excuse to show off some dramatic acting skills.

"Oh, cher, I simply cannot move until you bring me some nice warm tea and chocolate!"

"If I die, tell the world I was warm and safe, because of our dear ami, Heller..."

"For crying out loud, you've both got nothing but a cold."

They'll still play it up.

Just because your nose is stuffy doesn't mean the rest of you has to be.

The show must go on, mon cher.

WICK

He gets sick really, really easily. He stays up late at night often, so he doesn't get much rest and his immunity suffers for it.

(Licking rock walls probably doesn't help with that. Muffinhead (affectionate))

He still does work and goes out when he's sick, which results in papers with shitty writing and his friends urging him to go and rest up, "we can go with you another day".

When he's not thinking straight he'll whine to Lacie about how no one wants to see him when he's sick; ignoring the fact that she's either making him food, putting a cold cloth on his head or literally came by just to say hi to him

He's a bit dim sometimes, but he's a loveable dim.

The easiest way to see how sick he is is to mention putting the work on pause or crack a joke at his expense. If he rapidly objects to not working or good-naturedly shrugs off the joke, it's a small thing, nothing to worry about. If all he has to say in response to not working is "I can't" and he tries to defend himself from the joke (or even worse, agrees with it), he's feeling god-awful.

Lacie tends to hide the alcohol away until he's feeling better. During the week or so he's really feeling foggy this actually works, since in his addled state he can't properly look for them.

MITZI (BONUS since she's been getting a fair bit of attention)

Mitzi doesn't get sick. She becomes inconvenienced.

She's also a real bitch when she's sick. It's less of a slipping mask and more of a "I can't be nice when my brain feels too big for my skull"

She'll still grin and bear it for Rocky. He's positively devoted to her, after all; the least she can do is swallow her nasty remarks and come up with something softer for him.

Some cats swear that she never falls ill or has anything happen to her...Usually because once it does happen she locks herself in her office and won't open the door if you're not Horatio or Viktor.

If another cat somehow gets through her door, can put up with her attitude swings and goes out of their way to help her through her illness, she may very well open up a little and talk to them easier. Something as small as a cup of tea during a ravenous headache will convince the then-bitchy queen that you're not all bad-and later that since you put up with her ravenous insults and still helped her, maybe you're worth swallowing her pride for and confiding in.

#{ahah!! hello!! Rory here!! so you may notice the slightly uneven distribution of (Y/N) here}#{even in my own parts I left Calvin out of it. the poor boy}#{and Rocky's easily goes over 1k because I got a bit excited. as you may guess he's my favorite}#{but reminder that (granted that requests are open at the time) we're more than happy to provide further servings of any of our concepts}#{more specialized or in-depth or what-have-you}#{although this IS a brew of headcanons. which are usually brief. I just got a tad eager with my first contribution here I suppose}#{hello to our lovely readers by the way!! :3}#{💌 mod rory 💌}#🦉mod iphiko #🖋 mod ille #Headcanon Home Brew #Rocky Rickaby #Calvin “Freckle” McMurray #Ivy Pepper #Viktor Vasko #Dorian “Zib” Zibowski #Mordecai Heller #Serafine Savoy #Nicodeme Savoy #Sedgewick “Wick” Sable #Mitzi May #headcanon #lackadaisy

154 notes · View notes