rory: i have a question. so like, when something is suspicious we say ‘something smells fishy’. why do we do that? why is fish-smell suspicious? what did the fish do?
I apologise for any mistakes, I write so quickly sometimes that I can’t keep up with my thoughts, and then I read so quickly that I can’t find them, also English is not my main language x
“Audrey, you are red and blue. You are the colour of the sun, so bright and hot, so hot, sorry mom. I promise to eternally, for ever, love the shit out of you.”
Requested by Anonymous: “OH MY GOD can you please write a Rory smut where the reader and him just got married and it’s all dorky and jokey and cute?? im dyin for more Rory on this site!”
A/N:Finally! A Rory request! We do need more Rory on this site, yes! And a sweet, dorky, cute wedding night is right up that precious boy’s alley! Thank you so much for requesting this! x
Little side note: I absolutely adore this song, and even though it doesn’t really fit the plot, I thought it was cute enough to work anyway.
Title credit: “Colgando en tus manos” by Carlos Baute (ft. Marta Sánchez)
Everyone had a certain celebrity they were convinced they would do anything for, despite never actually having met them or seen them anywhere other than media portrayals. There was that one person for everyone who was surrounded by fame and was none the wiser of the existence of that particular fan.
Most people never got the opportunity to meet their star idols, their celebrity crushes, those who never failed to entertain and inspire them through their work in Hollywood. That being said, most certainly were not fortunate enough to get to know their admittedly superficial love.
Which was why you considered yourself the luckiest woman on the planet as you walked down the aisle towards the actor you had admired from your early teen years: Rory Monahan.
My Type is Homicidal 