The chill in the night air nipped at your skin as you stood hesitantly at the edge of the hot tub, your hand clutched securely around the top of your towel. Even the steam billowing gracefully from the heated water did little to warm you up as the liquid within it only made you more vulnerable.
Rory busied himself with setting up the camera. An eager grin popped the dimples from his cheeks as he fiddled with the placement. He was thrilled to have finally managed to talk you into making the “hot tub video" with him after a long time of suggesting and asking and, on occasion, even pleading.
“This is gonna be so hot!” he cheered as he powered the device up, the red light coming on just in time to catch his zealous hosanna.
His towel was already discarded on the wooden deck, where yours was supposed to drop as well. Maintaining his grin, he waded over to the side and looked up at you. He let his fingers dance along your lower leg.
“Come on, baby,” he encouraged. “The water’s nice and warm.”
You could only look into those feverish eyes of his, take in the pure elation just lighting up his face, for a moment longer before you had slipped past the point of possibly changing your mind. Emitting a small, defeated sigh as you returned his smile with an adoring one of your own, you let your towel drop from your body before being pulled gently into the water and to him.
This is especially for @bitchcraft-benson as a sort of reparation for taking so long on the Rory content I promised her. That is underway, I promise, but my inspiration is currently waning once more. I will have that up as soon as my brain decides to boot back up again x
Edward Mott: I’m going to lead you through this tunnel save you from this angry mob because I’m antisocial and I really don’t need three more ghosts in my house to interrupt my brooding over the loss of my art and interracial lover.
Shelby: But we can’t go into the woods, it’s dangerous!
Edward Mott: …BITCH IF YOUR DUMB ASS COULD HAVE STAYED OUT OF THE WOODS AND GOT THE HELL OUT OF HERE WEEKS AGO WHEN THIS SHIT FIRST STARTED HAPPENING WE WOULDN’T BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION NOW GET IN THE GODDAMN TUNNEL.
Here are some hcs because I’m shit at trying to write/finish any of my stories and I wanted to give you guys something. Plus I don’t see much of this cutie and I really need more of him in my life ♡
• You most likely met by accidentally bumping into him [literally] on the street
• The first chance he got he’d be flirting with you, which is immediately lol
• So cheesy
• “Hey! Watc- oh, hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart”
• “Umm, okay?”
• “I just gotta know, was your dad a boxer? Because damn, you’re a knockout!”
• *giggling* “is that all you got?”
• You’d finally give into all his lame pick-up lines and agree to go on a date with him.
• Such a gentleman
• He would be so open about the relationship and love to show you off
• So a ton of PDA
• & touching
• Tons and tons of kisses, even when it’s an inappropriate time, he can’t help it
• Lots of use of the word “babe”
• He would still try to impress you with his jokes
• *cheekish* “Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material”
• “Rory, you’re such a dork”
• Late night adventures to McDonald’s
• But fancy dinner dates
• He would NEVER make you feel less than a princess
• “What do you need, baby” “you’re gorgeous despite what you think, Y/N” “i love you so much, babe”
• He’d be such a morning cuddler, not wanting to get out of bed with you
• He’d love to cuddle at night too but he’s most likely just trying to get you into bed, if you know what I mean 😉
My Type is Homicidal 