this got out of hand and i’m not the least bit sorry. some parts are not strictly domestic.
i don’t see them married; something about the institutionalization of it all, they live the rest of their lives together, saying they don’t need a piece of paper to tell them they’re committed for life.
they live in a shoe box apartment in nyc; floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with all their favourite authors. she has a system, he doesn’t. it aggravates her to know end.
(they compromise to do sort them by genre after rory uses her womanly wiles on him, his shirt skimming the tops of her legs and she straddles his thighs. the books can wait.)
they shower together sometimes, when they want to be close and intimate, unless she’s in a rush to get to the newspaper where she’ll leave a kiss on his lips and brush of her fingers on his collarbone and let him get back to sleep.
(usually rory likes showing by herself cause she’s got her own routine and likes things her way, but sometimes he’ll sneak in with her because he just has to touch her; he stands behind her, as his hands run over her and down between her legs and she returns the favour when the shower is over.)
he works at the publishing company they opened in nyc; matt and chris visiting once every month to make sure things are in working order.
(they came to the opening where they saw him huddled in a corner with rory, her legs propped over his and his fingers running through the ends of her hair and they berated him dude you need to be socializing what fuck is this but he only listened for ten minutes, making the rounds, drinking a beer, before hiding away and preteding to listen to the god awful poet they suggested; he and rory didn’t actually listen, whispering promises in each other’s ears and small smiles and kisses on necks)
he cooks; really well, she’s surprised to find out. usually the best steaks she’s ever had, and even better chicken parmesan; it makes up for the fact that she can’t scramble an egg without burning the damn thing and stinking up the small place; but most of the time she’ll come home late from work, one of her pieces not sent in correctly, and he’s got the table set up with take out containers and a six pack of beer.
(although he won’t deny the purity of her making a huge bowl of two box macaroni using single slices of cheese, especially when they’re huddled in bed watching a movie – he still can’t get over how much she eats but he loves all of it, all of her.)
when there’s a particularly grueling day at work for him she sets up one of his favourite albums and buys him three new books she thinks he’ll want to read and dance; or their version of dancing, wrapped around each other in the moonlight coming in from the window, even if it’s sonic youth or big deal or the ramones, they’re always swaying, her face tucked into his neck, and his lips kissing the shell of her ear.
they go to the laundromat together on the weekends and listen to their own separate playlists while she sits on the washing machine and he plays with the frayed ends of her cut off shorts.
they make trips to stars hollow every now and then, seeing the family; he and lorelai are still gruff with each other, but she sees how happy he makes rory and begrudgingly agrees to be nice and makes at least two grunts; they spend those nights out on the bridge, lying on their backs and looking at the stars.
(he and luke still try their best to piss taylor off.)
they talk about getting pets, but they never do. rory wouldn’t be able to take care of them too long and jess doesn’t mind it just being the two of them…for now.
au where rapunzel accidentally sends a nude to the wrong number
’It was nice meeting you last night. As promised, here I am.’
She frowned and debated on whether or not it was appropriate to add a wink afterward because her text had sounded all but too formal for something so… cheeky. She bit her lip, her fingers grazing over the semi-colon and parentheses and cringed as she entered the emoticon in.
She was used to smiley faces and hearts. Winks, however, were not really her thing.
Rapunzel had never sent nudes before. Hell, she had never even taken nudes before and had no idea what the first steps in taking one were or how to even send something so ridiculous and supposedly sexy. She was sure she was doing everything wrong and had a feeling the other line would think of her as foolish and naïve. Which, she was–there was no denying it. At all.
For God’s sake–she hadn’t even taken a full on nude and had innocently settled for her lingerie instead. That was enough for a first timer… right? It felt wrong but even worse to consider sending her entire naked body.
But she had become so smitten with the boy from last night that she was desperate to earn his approval–even if that meant doing something she had always thought was a little stupid and way out of her comfort zone. He had whispered to her that he preferred girls who were willing to sext. So she could learn that, right?
She looked at the text again. Then decided to add a heart. Her thumb hovered over the green send button. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before forcing herself to try something new for once without freaking out. And then she hit send.
She threw her phone on the bed immediately, embarrassed at herself for even following through with it. She could feel her entire body grow hot, her face bright red. Then carefully, she picked the phone up.
The reply was immediate, but not one that she was expecting.
‘uh… who is this?’
‘Haha, very funny, Flynn. It’s Rapunzel. We met last night. I have your number. You said you wanted nudes.’ She felt her heart rate increase as she watched the ellipsis bubble at the bottom, indicating that he was typing up another response. ‘Remember? I asked if we could see each other when we were sober, and you said sexting was the way to go…’
‘definitely the wrong number. idk a Flynn.’ Then, after a moment. ‘not to intrude, but lingerie doesn’t necessarily translate to nudes in case you didn’t know. in case he was picky.’
She suddenly felt like she was about to cry. No way. No way could she have messed up something so simple, much less, send a picture of herself to a complete stranger who could potentially now post it online for everyone to see. She pressed her phone against her forehead–this was why she never did stupid things like this.
Her phone buzzed again, and she jumped. She glanced down to see another message from the other person. ‘also, you look really uncomfortable. not trying to be a nude critic, but…’ She waited as he sent another text afterward and couldn’t help but feel so ashamed that the person was literally telling her how to take a nude because she had obviously done it wrong. ’if you didn’t want to take and send one, you shouldn’t have.’
‘oh, god. was i that unfortunate to send it to a professional sexter…’ she typed furiously.
‘it’s not that,’ the person quickly typed back. ‘i’m just saying you shouldn’t have done something you didn’t want to do. and it’s obvious you didn’t want to send the nude.’
‘idk. idkidkidk i swear i typed in the number correctly’ She embarrassedly pulled the scrap of paper out of her pocket and squinted at the numbers. Then blinked at one number a couple of times, unsure of it’s illegibility on whether it was a 2, a 5, or an 8. Or maybe even a 3. She looked at her phone. Well, she had typed in a 2, so maybe it could have been the other three digits. She screamed in frustration. Either way, it was far too late, and the picture had already been sent. ‘omg, can you delete that picture’
‘i already did’ A pause. Then, ‘a guy who asks you to send nudes to him after just meeting sounds like an ass. also, he didn’t want to meet you when you were sober? hmmmm warning bells’
‘he wasn’t an ass. he was nice. from what i remember, anyway. and he just said he wasn’t interested in anything serious, but he said he would be more inclined to consider it if we sexted first…’ She flushed. ‘either way, that’s none of your business’
‘look, not saying that all guys are the same, but as a guy who has heard that line from other guys… i highly doubt he was ever really going to consider a relationship’
‘you don’t know him’
‘yeah, well, obviously, neither do you’ A pause, and then, ‘look, i’m just saying a lot of guys tend to think with their dicks first. not saying flynn is a bad guy, but he was a little tipsy and probably thinking with his dick at the time.’
She didn’t know how to respond, really. Maybe he was right.
‘you seem like a nice girl. i just want you to know the truth before something stupid happens’
‘idk if i should thank you bc that stupid thing already happened’
‘well idk in case you’re still thinking about sending him a nude. just be careful.’ A pause. ‘and considering that you sent a picture of lingerie when he had asked for nudes, it seems you’re fairly new to the sexting game. so you know, be extra careful before you send something that could later on hurt you.’
‘not that new’
‘right…’ It was obvious he didn’t believe her. Hell, she wouldn’t believe her. She pulled up the picture she had sent of herself, and he was right. She did look terribly uncomfortable and way out of her comfort zone. Her phone buzzed again. ‘well, i deleted the pic. i didn’t look at it very long, i swear, so you have nothing to worry about. also, you should be careful about sending pics to strangers, whether or not you think they’re an ass. you never know if he or she is just going to upload it online…’
Then another buzz.
‘take care, rapunzel.’
She buried her bright red face in her hands as she threw her phone on her bed. Then she tossed her entire body with it, flopping on the thick white blanket, and screaming into the cushion. The person was right, though. She barely–hardly–knew Flynn at all. She had met him at Merida’s party last night, and she remembered being slightly over-the-top tipsy. She could remember making out with him and asking if he’d be interested to meet up when they were both sober.
He had told her in response that he wasn’t really interested in a relationship. But sexting, he could do.
She remembered really wanting to impress him, so she agreed.
But what if he was an ass? What if he had posted her picture online?
She sighed. She guessed she was lucky that it went into kind hands.
Then the phone vibrated again, and she carefully picked it up, flipping over so that her back was resting against the mattress.
This time an image filled the screen, and it was a picture of a boy with a large black labrador. He was grinning, avoiding the dog’s heavy kisses. From what she could tell, he had a couple of piercings along his ear, a tattoo dancing down his arm, his hair pure white with bleach. But his eyes were kind, and his smile kinder.
A text soon followed after. ‘selfie for selfie, right? well, not the same kind. idk what good it would do if i sent you a nude, lol. but i thought it wouldn’t be fair that i got to see your face and know your name, and you didn’t even know mine.’
Her lips trembled before she let out a small grin.
‘i’m jack, btw. this is toothiana–tooth for short. she has a twin named toothless. they’re both dumb sweethearts. but i love them both.’
She watched as the ellipsis bubbled again before a series of texts were sent her way.
‘i’m not really into sexting, tbh. not that you seem like you are, either. but i am interested in texting.’
‘so if you end up not pursuing the guy who wanted nudes’
‘i promise i won’t ask you to do something that you’re uncomfortable with’
‘but it’s not going to work if you don’t like dogs’
She couldn’t help but burst into a small laugh. ‘I love dogs,’ she texted back.
‘good bc it wouldn’t work if you didn’t’ Then after a moment, ‘i’ll probably be at burgess park later with tooth if you want to stop by and make sure i’m not a psychopath or anything. and if you happen to decide i’m normal, we can go on a date. because people usually go on dates before they start sending each other nudes’
Her fingers froze above the keyboard. He had said he wasn’t interested in sexting, but what if he was just expecting a date first and then–
‘i’m kidding, rapunzel, don’t freak out. swear to god, you never have to send me nudes, ok’
‘i just thought you were cute. and nice. it’s why i’m asking you if you want to meet up’
‘and so you can decide for yourself if you think i’m crazy’
She blinked and then smiled. ‘what if you decide i’m the crazy one’
‘n o way.’
‘why so definite? i could be’
‘nah, the nude said everything. girls who send nudes like that aren’t crazy.’
‘way to rub it in my face’
‘lol it wasn’t bad. it was a cute photo. to an extent’
‘…’ She paused, frowning. ‘cute?’
‘what? is cute bad?’
‘i was going for sexy’
‘wow i literally lol’d. sorry to burst your bubble.’ Then before she could send a text to show her offense, ‘i swear, cute is good. cute is sane. i like cute. honestly, it was a good thing that it was cute. that’s how i know you’re not crazy.’
She couldn’t help but smile. ‘pictures can lie, you know…’
‘i do know. which is why we’ll meet in like two hours so that we can both check for each other’s sanity’
She laughed before setting her phone down to the side. Then she picked it up and found herself texting, ‘thanks, jack. for, you know… making this situation a lot better than it could have been for me’
There was a long pause for a moment, and she wondered if he’d ever respond. Then a series of texts came.
‘rapunzel, i hope you feel the same way when we meet later.’
‘which, btw, i would prefer sooner than later bc i’m a little afraid you’re going to change your mind’
‘also, you’re welcome’
‘i’ll see you in a couple of hours, rapunzel. take care.’
‘also, please don’t think i’m crazy bc i really enjoy talking to you’
Rapunzel found a smile permanently painted on her lips.