#more rick in sweatpants NOW

[andy-clutterbuck]

[movidita]

Was wondering if you could write for rick where reader is young and has lots of stamina so sometimes he just lets her get off on his thigh or ride his c*ck or somethin?

18+ mdni

“Sweetheart, ‘m tired.” Rick groaned, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.

You whined in protest. “But I need you.”

He smiled up at you, all sleepy and groggy, “I’ve already made you cum.” The older man referred to two minutes ago when his fingers were knuckles deep inside of you.

Naturally, you had a much higher sex drive than Rick. Much more stamina too. He was at least ten years older than you, it was only inevitable.

“I need you,” You pout, hands tangling in the thin material of his sleep shirt, “Need your cock.”

Rick smirked at that— his eyes heavy but a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Baby. . .” He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say no to you, especially not with that look on your face— your soft pink lips in a pout, big doe eyes looking into his, he couldn’t resist. “Alright, but I’m not gonna help.” He pulled his cock from his sweatpants, pumping himself in his hands.

You eagerly smiled, already naked from your previous activities, now straddling his lap and lining your entrance up with the tip of his dick.

Eyes falling shut as you sink down on his length, a string of breathy moans leaving your parted lips. “Oh, Rick!”

The man let out a groan, hands flying to your hips in order to control your movements.

“There you go. Such a needy girl, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, rocking you back and forth on him.

“Mhm!” You agreed, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth, vision going fuzzy as your orgasm approached. “Oh, oh. Oh, mmmgh, Rick.”

“Yeah, come, baby.”

In a second you did. Already.

Your first orgasm already had you sensitive and swollen down there, your second came easily, the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, clit grazing against his public bone every few seconds. You came fast.

[stuckinthesun]

“Let me treat you right.” Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Kinktober — Week Two: Body worship, edging/denial, Dom/Sub undertones, cunnilingus

Tomorrow was Halloween, or at least according to Eugene’s makeshift calendar it was, and Alexandria was decorated with homemade and scavenged Halloween decorations for the occasion.

Everyone agreed that they wanted to do something special for the kids in the community, make a day where the world didn’t seem so shitty.

That was why you were up at one in the morning, making candied walnuts. You wanted the kids to be able to have the classic trick-or-treat experience, and Daryl had found a couple bags of expired candy, but you also wanted them to have something fresh.

You just finished twisting the timer after putting in the last batch of walnuts, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, welcome home.” You called out quietly to Rick, trying not to wake up the kids.

The sound of his boots grow louder as he makes his way toward the kitchen, and when he walks in, his face is wearing a look of both amusement and curiosity, “Hi honey, what are you doing? Thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“I’m making candy walnuts,” You shrug, smiling at him, “thought they would be nice for tomorrow.”

“You’ve been doing this all night?”

“Yeah, I let Carl taste test my first batch and he said they were good so I just kept going.” You said, cracking open another walnut, “Lord knows we have enough of these-”

You were cut off by Rick suddenly standing right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

A smile pulled at your lips as you curled into his embrace, “Maybe once or twice; what’s the occasion this time?”

“It’s just really sweet what you’re doing.” Rick whispered, his thumbs starting to rub small circles against your hips.

You let out a shaky breath, “Well I won’t lie to you, I am making extra just for us.”

Rick chuckles and lets go of you, before cleaning off the counter in front of you, “Still, I think you deserve a reward for being such a sweet girl.”

Quickly his hands return to your waist, spinning you around to face him and beginning to slide your sweatpants down. Heat instantly starts to pool between your legs as you wonder what he has in mind.

Once Rick has the band of your sweats and panties down your thighs, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter top, “Now just sit there and keep looking pretty for me darling, I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Rick,” You whimper, watching him kneel down down in front of you and feeling slightly embarrassed because he now has full view of just how wet you already are.

Rick grabs the plush of your thighs and spreads them apart and groans, “fuck baby,” before leaning in and licking a long messy stripe through your already soaked pussy.

Your hand instantly flew to cover your mouth, quieting your moans so you didn’t wake up the kids, while your other hand tangled itself in Rick’s curls, pulling his face closer to your aching center.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations only helping stimulate you more as his tongue circled around your clit. You moaned into your hand at the tease, the feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin making you shiver against him.

Finally Rick brings his tongue directly to your clit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucks little bundle of nerves, causing you to grip his hair a little harder and pulling you closer to brink of an orgasm before he stops and goes back to teasing you.

“Wh-“ You hate how fucked out and whinny your voice sounds, “Why?”

“I’m not done thanking you.” Rick hums against your dripping cunt, before going back to dragging his tongue against everything except your clit.

This continues for another five minutes, of him bringing you to the edge and then not letting you cum. You’re now a shaking, crying mess on the counter, still desperately trying to stay quiet, “R-Rick please I-I thought this w-was a re-ward,”

You felt Rick smirk against you before he pulled away, face glistening with your slick, “It is, that’s why I’m dragging it out.”

“Please let me c-cum please please,” You beg, hips rolling against nothing, missing Rick’s mouth on you.

Rick laughs and doesn’t say anything, just dives back in and sucks on your clit hard. You moan into your hand, cumming instantly against his face.

“Sure babygirl,” Rick said after he pulled away from your now sensitive cunt, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, “I’ll let you cum.”

You just let out a tired breath.

One of these will be on the correct week istg

[beaker1636]

Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless

AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!

Taglist: @yournecessaryevil @talialovesmiw @ladyveronikawrites @cookiesupplier

I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do.  I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick.  I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that  would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.

Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.

“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out.  I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway.  Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable.  I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit.  I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.

“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it.  Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely.  But normal feedings, they don’t.  After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says.  Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.

“I, thank you.  I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.

We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.

We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down.  I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.

She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in.  Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick.  His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house. 

I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t.  This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.

Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.

“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader.  We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.

“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.

“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”

The one who is named Rick gives me another smile.  His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.

“Oh yeah, sorry.  I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two.  I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave.  The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it.  Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to.  Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.

“Um Hi? I’m y/n.  Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things.  What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader.  My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick.  And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.

“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time.  I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you.  His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it.  Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first.  Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response.  Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes.  And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave.  Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.

“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously.  Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.

“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.

“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.

“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.

“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it.  If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.

I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it.  I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.

He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting.  I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.

“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless.  He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.  

His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does.  I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.  

I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink.  His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.

I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy.  He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.

“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.  

Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.

I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.

“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.

“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright.  I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.

“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself.  As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.

“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough.  Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.

It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.

“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it.  My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

[thesoftboiledegg]

The mall closest to my place is still dying a slow death. When I visited yesterday, two more stores had closed--and they were major chains, not local retailers. Maybe Spencer's is single-handedly keeping this place alive.

Rue 21 had one new item: a single pair of sweatpants alone on a shelf.

One of the "nerdy" stores had a dice set featuring everyone's favorite pickle.

Spencer's had a single new mug. Now you can drink out of Rick's head!

The manager mentioned to me that new merchandise (in general, not specifically RM) was coming after they completed inventory on the 31st, so that might explain the lack of new products post-holiday season. We're also not getting season eight until next year, but that probably won't stop Adult Swim's marketing team.

Today, I decided to visit chain stores in an area that I don't normally visit. I walked into Five Below to see this near the doorway:

I've seen the monthly illustrations on another calendar, but that cover is new. And shiny ✨

Need a place to store your loose AirPods? Try this fashionable Rick and Morty case featuring Rick's boyish grin.

Time for a new store that I'd never visited, at least in adulthood: T. J. Maxx. I saw this hoodie ages ago in Journey's. Now it's back, in thrift store form! One of my favorite designs. 🌈

A visit from the Portal Boyz! Technically, Nick and Morty were the Portal Boyz, but I guess nobody wants Nick merchandise.

Afterward, I went to Target for the first time in a while. They had the Rick and Morty manga in stock. I actually didn't know it was a graphic novel--I thought it was just another issue of the comics.

Weirdly, they also had a shirt that Journey's used to carry. Pretty unusual for me to see the same item in two separate chains. Anyway, I guess nobody's tired of wearing a shirt that says, "I am in great pain, please help me."

Serendipitously, I spotted this on a car when I left. Fuck me for not buying anything, I guess.

One last stop: the nearby head shop. I have no idea what these things are, but Rick's trying out some new looks.

Roll some grass on this vinyl rolling tray.

Evil Morty finally gets his own pipe!

While you're at it, stock up on Rick and Morty vapes.

He's a happy Homer!

And they had no shortage of bootleg shirts and hoodies.

No season eight merchandising blitz this year, but smoke shops are always on it. It's never the wrong time to buy a T-shirt of Morty Smith getting blasted!

[velvetcloxds]

could I get an if you're too shy with rick grimes and fluff for when you two come across a house with working water and some domesticity in the house please?

PLAY PRETEND | R.G.

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions long hair that could be braided- I don't mention the hair type or specifics to the way it's braided so it's really just the length that's specific

You never imagined that something so mundane, so absolutely routine could feel so odd. You were watching yourself carefully, taking it all in from where you sat on the floor of the bedroom, you were clean, alarmingly clean- if you stared at yourself long enough you could pretend this was normal, pretend it hadn't been months since you had a second to sit still, see yourself in a mirror, bathe. But it wasn't normal at all and the reflection wasn't entirely familiar either, you could hardly recognize yourself.

"Look at you," Rick breathed from behind you, startling you for just a second before you saw him, the same odd feeling crossing your mind at the sight of him all cleaned up, it was honestly the first time ever and it was certainly a lovely change- if you weren't already completely smitten with the man, the sight of him standing there shirtless wearing a clean pair of grey sweatpants certainly would've done it.

"Look at you," you breathed, smiling when he sat down on the bed behind you, a soft kiss placed on the top of your head as he dragged his eyes over you, slowly, slow enough to make heat rush to your cheeks- it was a familiar look, one he'd never stop himself from giving you no matter the situation you found yourself in- but just like everything else, it was different, intoxicatingly so.

"Now, I always knew you were gorgeous," he began, hands falling to your shoulders, squeezing lightly. "But I don't think I've seen you like this before."

"Clean?" you teased, hands folding over his, leaning back against his knees, folding your legs under you.

"Calm," he countered and you scoffed, he wasn't wrong, not entirely at least, moments like these were rare, almost nonexistent, and still it was fleeting, the security you had wasn't real, not for long at least but it was refreshing to pretend that it was, to pretend that the night would go without any trouble and tomorrow was a promise even if it wasn't, it never was. "I think we should take advantage of it," he suggested and you smiled, a habitual thing, something only he could earn so easily.

"I think we should check on the kids," he tutted at that, shaking his head in dramatic disapproval as his fingers slid into your hair, already separating the strands into three, he'd learned to braid your hair a few months after you became whatever your relationship was, hoping the little gesture would somehow take off the pressure of a day fighting the dead- really it was just an excuse to be close to you, to touch you, feel you against him, an innocent notion but it was worth more than you knew in the world you were caught in.

"We've got a babysitter," he informed you and though Michonne would likely not appreciate the title you were grateful for the time with him. "We've also got a bed," he suggested and you scoffed again, giving him a knowing look as he shrugged, simply finishing your braid, and he was kind in pretending not to notice the way you watched him through the mirror, appreciating everything about him, just in case, always just in case.

"Rick," you breathed after a minute, just in time for him to finish and look up at you expectantly, eyes softening at the serious pull to your face. "Do you think one day this could be forever?" the question made you feel small, silly, it was something you knew the answer to, something you shouldn't want for when it went against everything that you knew but still, he could tell you were hopeful and seeing you like this made him feel the same. He slid down to the floor behind you, pulling you against his chest, letting you melt into his arms, an answer in itself. "Can we pretend that it could be?"

"Close your eyes," he agreed and you obliged, you hadn't played this game in forever, didn't get to be in his arms simply to be there in forever. "Where are we?"

"Home," you mumbled, pulling at his fingers to wrap them around your stomach, he breathed a laugh, breaking the rules by opening his eyes, and kissing the back of your neck.

"Where's that, sweetheart?"

"I don't know yet," you shrugged, but you knew, the simple and more cliche answer was that home would be wherever he would be, because home wasn't a place anymore, hasn't been for a long time, it was simply him- all of him. "But you're there and we're not running and when we're cuddling it's not because we're sleeping on the ground and I'm freezing," you giggled lightly, opening your eyes too.

"It sounds perfect."

"It is," your tone was sad, defeated despite how hard you tried to fight it. "But right now I got you and the kids," you thought out loud, turning around against him, basically in his lap as each of his hands circled one of your arms. "I don't mind if the rest is just playing pretend."

"I'll make it real," it was a promise he couldn't keep, but he wasn't going to deny you of it, he wasn't going to leave you without the hope he'd lost long before he met you, you deserved more, deserved to believe that this wasn't all there was left- he wasn't going to let you give up because he'd never give up trying to give you exactly that. "One day, I'll give you forever."

[blackbat05]

Period. Just Period.

Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: As the title says. My monthly self coping mechanisms.

Genre: PG-13

Notes: A couple of headcanons when you get hit with the monthly P. (I use this gif cuz I can😬)

You wake up feeling groggy and out of sorts. Walking to the toilet, your in for a nasty surprise.

Rick comes back from his morning run and sees steam coming out from the shared bathroom.

“Babe?” He carefully opens the door to let the gust of steam rush out.

Rick sees you standing under the shower, letting the warm water trickle down your back. For a moment, he thinks you’ve became a statue.

“Shark week?”

Your groan was all the answer that he needed.

Rick observes you quietly as you drag your body out, changing into your work clothes. Before you can put on your pants, he snatches it away.

“You’re clearly in no state to go to work today.”

Shooting down all your protests, he makes you call in sick, watching you from the side.

Once satisfied, Rick takes it on himself to change you into your comfy sweater and sweatpants, bundling you into bed.

You got to admit, being cared for every month like this was very endearing.

He brings you anything that you want - your phone, some snacks and tea, and a hot pack that is now spread on your belly.

Rick has ever asked you how it was like - he wasn’t mocking you or anything, but he was genuinely curious.

So you tell him it differs from person to person. But on some cycles, you feel like you were being stabbed repeatedly.

Upon telling him this, Rick sincerely wishes he could actually shoulder some of the pain. You tell him that you appreciated his thoughts and that he was already being very supportive and helpful!

By being a giant space heater of course.

He literally does everything for you during that day.

Including washing your bloodied underwear which you were a little embarrassed by. But Rick brushes you off.

“It’s just blood. I’ve seen plenty of those darlin.”

He makes porridge that you savor deliciously for lunch. By now, you’re feeling slightly better. Rick suggests that the two of you can go for a walk before dinner later.

The fresh air on the boardwalk certainly helped. Leaning on him, you enjoyed the cool breeze that made you forget momentarily about your period.

After piping hot bowl of macaroni from the Chinese Restaurant, you find yourself back home and tucked into bed by Rick.

“Goodnight baby girl,” he kisses the top of your head. “Sweet dreams.”

You couldn’t have asked for more.

[lex-feldz]

I loved that model! Annabeth fic! Can you do a similar one to @foreverfangirl’s that they just posted where Annabeth gets jealous but put your own twist on it?

I think you mean @forevfangirlwrites because they have the actress Annabeth au which I do love!!! And ofc!! Here:

Annabeth yawned, joining Percy on the couch. They were at his place this weekend; the Manhattan air made her feel alive. Also, making it the perfect photo op, but the planet burning is a bit more of a concern.

Percy scrolled through Instagram, Annabeth sucked into her true crime dramas, content to be in her boyfriend’s arms. He chuckled occasionally, the sound reverberating through her, warming her inside.

As the clock neared nine, she started her nighttime routine of ice rollers and face masks, Percy still on his phone.

“Oh that’s weird.” Percy said, almost like he forgot he was with anyone.

“What’s weird?” Annabeth asked, poking her head in from putting her ice back in the freezer. At least half of her stuff has been moved in unofficially, and though she won’t admit it, she wants to move the rest of her stuff in. That way, she can look at it next to his stuff, and her stuff can be friends with his stuff.

“This girl I went to high school with just texted me.” He said, still not looking up from his phone.

“Why is that weird?”

“Because she never talked to me before.”

“What did she say?” Annabeth asked, an edge to her voice.

“She just said ‘hey.’” He chuckled a little as he said it, tugging at that edge she was trying to keep from biting his head off.

“Are you going to reply?” Her tone came out as edge free as possible, considering how possessive she could be over him.

“I already did.” He said, shutting his phone off finally to look up at her. She was, admittedly, not in her best outfit, just a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. “Are you almost ready to go to bed?”

“Yeah. Let me just finish up in the bathroom.” She said, her voice coming out smaller.

As she continued her routine, brushing her teeth, whitening strips, and more moisturizers, she heard Percy outright laughing now.

“What?!” Annabeth called from the bathroom, edge evident now.

“She just said something funny is all.”

“Who is this again?” Annabeth asked, that very edge becoming more prominent the more she tried to keep it out of her voice.

“She was the popular girl at my school, which is crazy, because why would she be texting me? Like me?” Disbelief in his voice.

“Hey.” Annabeth said sternly, walking over to where he was on the couch and straddling him. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that.”

His hands found their place on her hips, his phone forgotten for the time being as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t very popular back in high school. You know, the whole stoner thing.” He gripped her hips, keeping her close. It was more validating than it should have been.

“What did you say to her?”

“That I could see her Friday for lunch, why?” He asked between kisses.

“Just be careful.”

“I’m a big boy, she can’t hurt me anymore.”

“Anymore?”

“Well, she used to throw garbage at me and Grover when we would hide out under the bleachers. Understandably, we were like gremlins hiding out, afraid of the sun and oh god was it a bad idea to feed us after midnight, ask my suspended ubereats account.”

“Sounds like you were a rebel.”

Annabeth gave him a deep kiss in hopes of holding him over before standing up to redo everything she’d done, having smeared most of her moisturizer on Percy’s neck now.

Percy climbed into bed after squeezing and brushing his teeth between Annabeth’s mishigas of tasks, her face being her brand and all, and was back on his phone.

He laid back into his pillows, his phone buzzing non-stop now.

“Who is it now?” Annabeth asked as she climbed into bed beside him.

“It’s still that girl—Rachel, I guess she doesn’t go to bed at a reasonable time like some people.” Percy said, smiling as he pinched her stomach playfully and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest.

“Well, tell her you have to go to sleep or I’ll be cranky without all my beauty sleep.”

“Right.” He laughed, reaching for his phone, Annabeth settling in on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, maybe sensing some insecurity.

[mackeydoodledoo]

Burning Sun: Chapter 3

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Light-NSFW, Awkward Mutual Pining, Light-Angsty Ending

Chapter Theme: Line Without a Hook - Rick Montgomery 

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback, “Words” = Thought but out loud

A/n: None

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You were 16... You were with the marching band during a football game. You never really paid attention to the game itself. You were really there because you had to be.

It was 3rd quarter: that usually meant the winds and the guard were on break. You were taking off your jacket and shako (aka a hat) when you were just about to turn to leave the bands sectioned off area. That was when you saw her.

"Rosalie?" You call out to her

She says nothing to you and slips her way through the student section.

"Rosalie! Wait!" You call out to her again

You attempted to run to her however, the sea of students were no help. You lost sight of her.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice calls out to you

You turn around and there she was...

“God I wasn’t crazy!” You smile, running up to hug her, “I’m sorry I’m a little sweaty. The hell are you doing here?!”

“Wanted to see you specifically,” She states

“Come on, not to live out your teenage days of coming out to Friday night football games to watch high schoolers score... Or something?” You ask

“As far as I remember, I never really went to them at all,” She says

“Really?” You ask

You were about to remind her about the ones you’ve been seeing her at...

“But, with the exception of these recent years,” Rosalie says

“Wait...” You begin contemplating, “You have to be at least-”

“Anyways, I got you your usual, walking taco... Whatever this disgusting thing is,” She says, handing you a small Fritos bag with a stencil sticking out.”

“Oh god yes!” You smile, taking it from her

She also hands you a pop.

“God I am starving!” You immediately chow down on food

*Rosalie’s POV* You watch in disgust as you watch Y/n eat that... Slob as if it tastes good.

“What?” Y/n asks, noticing your look of disgust, “Do you know how much band will take out of you? I haven’t even been home since this morning!”

“You don’t go home?” You ask

She shakes her head.

“Right as the final bell rings, we gather our band things and head out to the field to practice, right after practice is the band tailgate. Lastly we’re here until about 9-10 pm,” She explains, “Usually we have a band parent host an after party. But, I don't know if I want to go tonight.”

“Tired after a game?” You ask

“Oddly... No,” She answers, “I’d feel the exhaustion during after party.”

“But, the question lays, are you going to go to the after party?” You ask

“I don’t think I will tonight,” You say, “I’ve been to too many already. Besides, I have one more year of these shenanigans before I graduate.”

+*+

*Y/n’s POV* After the Saul sliding on sweatpants, you lock your band locker for the weekend and make your usual cut through the band room to the crowded parking lot that was now full of traffic of the game attendees trying to leave. 

“Hey Rose,” You come up to her, “Didn’t you drive yourself here?”

“No, I asked Edward to drive me, I thought he'd stay over but I guess he didn't want to stick around...” She groans

“You... Know I have a license now right?” You ask

Rosalie stops overthinking and stares at you.

“No... Why didn’t you tell me?!” She asks

“Well... We only ever see each other at school,” You conclude, “We never really gave each other the idea of...”

*Rosalie’s POV* You take a few steps forward and reach around Y/n’s hips. You could feel her stiffen as you pull her phone from her back pocket. You smile down at her as you turn your back to her, opening her phone with ease.

“Wait... How do you know my lockscreen pattern?” She asks

“I’m an observant person,” You smile

*Y/n’s POV* She turns back to face you, handing your phone back. You look down at the still-open screen; her name and number finally in your phone.

“There,” She says, “Now it’ll be easier than handing each other notes in class.”

Awww but those were nice...

It was a little secret to yourself: you kept every single note Rosalie secretly passed to you whilst the both of you sat in the back of the class. Only you knew of it, as you wouldn't be able to handle all of the teasing from your friends. They already don’t stop teasing you enough about your crush on Rosalie.

“Come on. I’ll drive you home,” You offer

Rosalie nearly jumps with excitement as she follows behind you out to the parking lot.

“Y/n and Rosalie, will we see you at the party?” a band person asks

“I’m actually gonna take her home and then myself,” You say, “Feeling the exhaustion oddly early today...”

“Bummer, well, see you at the next one!” They run off to their carpool

Rosalie looks at you, “They want me going?” 

“Well, the invite is there,” You say, “But, that’s up to you if you want to take the invite or not. But, since we met, they’ve always thrown your invite to me. but, not that I was able to pass that info along with you. Plus, I think it’d be a good idea if you don’t go. They would not stop teasing me about our growing bond.

“Another time then,” She answers, continuing to follow you out to your hand-me-down car

“She isn’t recent, but she runs,” You say, gesturing to your car

“Not a bad start car though,” Rosalie says

You throw your band essentials into the backseat as Rosalie begins hopping into the passenger seat. 

“Aw, I was going to get the door for you,” You chuckle, hopping into the driver’s seat

“You do a lot for me already,” She smiles

You begin making your way to your place, completely forgetting that Rosalie was in your passenger seat.

“Weren’t you going to?...” 

You immediately look over.

“Shit,” You sigh, “I’m so used to just going home. Here, give your house directions here-”

“Actually, would it be fine if I crash here?” She asks, “My place is kind of a far drive...”

“Uhhh... Sure,” You say, a blush sweeping across your face

The both of you tread through the house.

“Y/n honey?” Your mom turns on the living room lights

“Hey mom,” You chuckle, “Would it be fine if Rosalie stayed over for the night?” 

“Yeah, no funny business though,” She says

You sigh into a nod as you have Rosalie follow you up the stairs and into your bedroom. 

“Not how I imagined a teenage girls’ bedroom,” Rosalie states

Compared to magazine posters being horribly taped to every single wall space, there was a small amount... Most weren’t boy bands but... They were all heavy rock posters... 

“What? Never seen an angsty teenagers’ bedroom before?” You ask, chuckling

“I more expected to see dreamy teenage boy bands taped to every single square space on the wall,” Rosalie explains

“Hah, those kinds of boy bands... Not my style,” You chuckle, “You’ll find me listening to them on a very rare occasion.”

You begin cleaning your room further, not entirely clean but still presentable.

“Where are you going to sleep?” Rosalie asks, seated on your bed as she watches you continuing to half-ass clean

“The floor,” You say, “You are a guest in my household so you get my bed.”

“Nonsense,” Rosalie states

Before you could put out a makeshift bed on the floor, Rosalie yanks you onto your bed. 

“Holy shit you're strong,” You gasp

Rosalie doesn’t answer as she begins tucking herself and you into bed.

“Ummm, can I have a second to change into pajamas?” You ask

“Promise you won’t sleep on the floor?” Rosalie asks

You look up from bringing your legs out from underneath the blankets and there it was again... The gentle glow of her golden eyes... Staring down at you. 

A hunter in the night...

“Uhhh... Yeah, I promise,” You say, sighing into a breathless hum

You hop out of bed as you rummage through your drawers for pajama bottoms. Not caring if Rosalie saw, you quickly strip to your user garments and slip on your pajama shorts and no shirt.

*Rosalie’s POV* “God she’s ripped”

You watch as Y/n turns to look at you; a smirk and a raised eyebrow showing.

“Oh shit was that out loud?” You ask

“I appreciate the compliment Rose,” She chuckles as she hands you a pair of pajama shorts

“Thanks,” You say, getting off of the bed

You felt her eyes on you when you attempted to hide yourself in the corner of her room.

“Also, I twist my body in a way for my upper half to remain facing forward whilst my lower half did the marching,” She explains, “Really engaged my core, you know?”

You nod at her explanation. You turn your back to her, hoping that was a visual cue to have her turn around for privacy reasons. 

“Hey.. Y/n.. Could you uhh...” You try to tell her to turn around

“Oh! Yeah yeah sorry,” She understood your request

You watch her turn her back to you. Part of you wanted her gaze on you while you stripped your clothing. But, you also didn’t want to feel vulnerable in front of someone... 

Not again...

*Y/n’s POV* You hear Rosalie clear her throat as you turn back around. As the both of you meet each other on both sides of the bed.

“No sleeping on the floor,” The corner of Rosalie’s lip curves into a smile 

“I promised you already Rose,” You smile

Rosalie follows after you as you both adjust yourselves onto both sides of the bed. However, Rosalie was mere inches away from you; cuddling distance. 

“What are you doing Rose?” You ask

“Nothing,” She answers, smiling

“Hmm.. Sure,” You smirk, “Goodnight...”

*Rosalie’s POV* You wished you could sleep again... Seeing how peacefully Y/n was sleeping... How blissful, at ease she looked... 

If she knew what I was... She’d run away...

Your hand reaches up to a stranded chunk of hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. You draw your hand back when you hear her groan and begin to stir. You watch her roll over to her other side; her back facing you. 

Cuddle with her dumbass.

That was what you wanted all night long... You were hoping that you simply staring right at her gave her the hint that you wanted to be in her embrace and for her to be in yours. 

*Y/n’s POV* You stir as you wake up the following morning, expecting Rosalie to have been long gone or awake. However, she was right there... Allowing you to use her as a pillow throughout the night.

How long was she cuddling me?...

You for sure passed out simply just laying on the opposite side from her. 

Did she?...

Before you concluded that she herself had pulled you into your embrace, you double take at her facial features...

Her... Skin...

Sunlight cracked through the blinds in your windows. You knew she was pale. However, not to the point where it physically sparkles underneath sunlight. Despite that you knew how beautiful she already was, you couldn’t help but see how her skin sparkling emphasized her beauty. Your hand unconsciously reaches up to her face as it brushes her blonde hair strand out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. 

She’s... Beautiful...

Panic settles in as you hear her beginning to stir. 

+*+

When you walk into school the following Monday, you were hoping to find Rosalie however, you walk into your advanced level mechanics class, she wasn’t in her usual seat. 

“Yo, have you seen Rosalie?” You lean over to your classmate on the right

They shrug their shoulders. 

You sigh as you bring out your notebook. 

+*+

Few days roll by and still no sign of Rosalie Hale anywhere...

“Mr and Mrs. Cullen often pull their kids out of school for some kind of camping thing,” Jessica explains

You let out a hum as you finish up your lunch and head over to your locker within the performing arts wing. 

+*+

1 Week...

That was the last you saw Rosalie... You were hoping you didn’t scare her off by discovering that her skin literally glows underneath sunlight... However, when you walk into Advanced Mechanics; there she was... In her seat.

“Rose!” You gasp, breaking into a run, trying to weave through the students and  desks that were too close proximity to one another

You practically leap into her arms, nearly breaking the desk with your weight.

“Where have you been?!” You ask, “You disappear for a week and you now turn up like nothing happened?!”

Rosalie opens her mouth but the teacher clears his throat. You nod at his gesture and situate yourself in the seat next to her: ready to repeat your weekly classes.

“I’ll explain at lunch...” Rosalie leans over to you

+*+

Now is the time...

One day before Junior Formal... Either juniors had dates already, attending with their friends... You however, were about to do both... 

“Rosalie Hale, I would like you to accompany me to the Junior formal,” You walk right up to her

You catch her at her locker before the final class of the day...

“What?” Rosalie asks

“I... I would like for you to...” You try to muster the words together

“Y/n you have to be the one asking Rosalie to the Junior formal,” Your friend says

“I’m not good at asking anyone anything,” You sigh

“Dude, she asked you to homecoming last year, the very most you can do in return is asking her to the Junior Formal,” She explains, “I already saw a bunch of other juniors asking her, vying for her attention...”

“I’ve also seen her reject them,” They explain, “I saw her looking at you from across the cafeteria. She’s WAITING for you to ask her!”

“Accompany me to the Junior Formal,” You blurt out

Air heaves through your lungs as you finally break the question out, ripping it off like a band-aid. 

“I would love to go with you Y/n,” Rosalie smiles, taking your hands into hers

+*+

You made the decision to solely show up to the formal with Rosalie; to give yourself a nice change. You’d see them at the dance anyway. 

“Y/n!” Your best friend exclaims, running to give you a hug, “I see you ditched us for your girlfriend.”

“What do you MEAN?!” You ask, “You guys wanted me to ask Rosalie to the formal and I decided that I’d show up wth her and meet you all here.”

“you know I’m messing with you... Right Y/n?” They ask

“Sure,” You groan in annoyance

You take Rosalie by the hand and begin making your way to the dance floor.

“Come on all you lovely couples out there, let’s slow down the pace a bit,” The DJ announces

Really?... As soon as we walk in?...

You look over at Rosalie and hold your hand out for her to reach... Her eye contact doesn’t break as she takes your hand. With your back turned to the floor, you lead her to it. 

“May I have this dance?” You ask, pulling her into your embrace

“I’d be heartbroken if you never asked,” She smiles

She swings her arms over your shoulders as you sit yours against her hipline. The both of you sway to the slow music playing in the background. You look around to the other students with their dates, some guys, and even some females were giving you the same dead eye they gave you whenever they’d see you with Rosalie. 

“Hey,” Rosalie coos to you

Her fingertips touch your chin as they gently pull your eye direction to her. Her odd but mesmerizing golden eye color shone above the silver/winter-themed Junior Formal. 

“They're only jealous that you’re my closest friend and that you had the guts to ask me to Junior Formal,” Rosalie smiles, continuing to sway to the music, “I could have gone with anyone else in the school... But, I rejected them all. Because I wanted to go with you.”

Your eyes soften as you continue to look at Rosalie, only Rosalie. 

Right then and there it was like the world had stopped; the both of you were the only ones there. You forgot about the other students who asked Rosalie, and got rejected and their death stares. You smile at the amount of dopamine your mind was producing in the moment. Rosalie did the same.

“There’s that smile,” She smiles

You place your forehead against hers as the both of you bask in each others; presence. The song playing in the background.

+*+

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we head out okay?” You tell her

Rosalie nods as you enter the bathroom. Not too long after 3 other girls enter the bathroom as well.

“How the hell did a band geek like you catch Rosalie’s interest?” A feminine voice asks

You look up from the sink as you were washing your hands, to see a bunch of the popular girls [who clearly looked like they’d score a date with the football jocks].

“I don't know,” You say, genuinely, “I’m not fake like half the people in this school.”

“Someone ought to teach you a lesson for messing with us!” She gasps, exaggerating it

The two girls on each of her side begin closing in on you. 

“I’m not scared,” You say, exhausted, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get back to my date.”

You attempt to brush past them however the both of them grab a hold of your arm, beginning to drag you to a bathroom stall.

“H-Hey let go!” You yell

*Rosalie’s POV* You wait patiently outside of the ladies’ restroom for Y/n to exit so the both of you can leave the event to go home. Alas, your social battery was running low.

“Let go!” A voice yells

Y/n...

You pivot your foot and immediately burst into the bathroom: the two popular girls holding Y/n by her arms and the third one holding her head close to the toilet.

“A swirly,” You sigh in annoyance, “Such an old bullying tactic.”

“Rosalie!” The girl exclaims

The three girls immediately letting you go. She pops up from the floor and immediately runs into your embrace. 

“Touch my date, bully her ever again and I promise you won’t like it when I alter your expensive makeup palettes,” You basically threaten what makes them feel pretty and popular

They nod and briskly make their way out of the bathroom.

“They didn't do anything drastic to you have they?” Rosalie asks, checking for anything that wasn’t on you before

“No they haven’t Rosie,” You chuckle, having her look at you in the eye, “I’m okay, promise. Let’s get out of here.”

+*+

“Thank you for driving,” Rosalie smiles

You shift your car into park as Rosalie gives her thanks to you.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” You chuckle, remembering the exact words you told her at homecoming the school year before, “But, always. It was nice being the one behind the wheel for once.”

“I'll see you on Monday,” Rosalie tells you, beginning to turn her back to you

You reach out to Rosalie, catching her cheek. The door semi-closes as she turns right back to you, following the motion of your hand. You close the distance between the both of you fairly quickly. You pull away slightly to give her a chance to process the gesture and for her to respond. 

Her response: She jumps right back in.

She leans over the lower console of the main car controls as she attempts to seat herself into your lap. 

“I like you... Rosalie,” You confess, “For a long time...”

“I’ve liked you too Y/n,” She confesses, “Also a long time... I’ve waited for a long... Long time for someone like you to come into my life...”

“Long time?...” You ask, “You’re not that much older than me.”

You chuckle it off however, when Rosalie makes eye contact with you... Her expression was telling you that you shouldn’t have said what you said.

“I gotta go,” Rosalie briskly makes her way back over to the passenger door, exiting

“Oh-Okay,” You say

Chapter 4

[stanchez-fool]

Random little goofy fanfic

Enjoy this piece of shit garbage I poured my life into

Rick tapped his foot impatiently. Fiddleford was taking FOREVER to 'make sure his house was safe.' Who the hell would even WANT to break in little Fiddlenerd's house?! All it had was dozens and dozens of robot blueprints.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP, W-WON'T YOU!?" His voice echoed loudly throughout the huge mansion.

"LET ME FINISH MAKIN' SURE IT'S SAFE! BE PATIENT YOU OLD BABOON!"

"YOU'RE OLDER THAN- THAN ME YOU FUCKHEAD!" Rick grumbled, looking around the place. He didn't know how Fiddleford got this big house; all he knew was that Fiddleford had money now. He was actually SOFISTICATED. Well, kind of.

Fiddleford walked up to the windows in the front closing them and walking right past Rick as he did. He was wearing a floral button-up and some grey shorts. Rick, on the other hand, had changed outfits for once. He had on a hoodie (which was previously Stan's) along with some sweatpants. It wasn't much, but Rick didn't have much of a closet to pick from.

"Come o-on Fiddlenerd." Fidds grumbled. "That's not mah name, stop callin' me it!" Rick chuckled. "Mhm. Once you tell your p-precious ass boyfriend to lay off me."

Fiddleford mumbled something under his breath, grabbing keys off of a table and walking out the HUGE gate doors. Inside the worn-down van, the old hill-billy climbed into the driver seat. "God.. Why did we have- have to leave so goddamn e-early.." The sun just barely peeked off of the landscape. The sky was still incredible an inky black, though the parts around the peek-a-boo playing sun with dazzled with yellows, orange, and a bit of pink. The old van made a *vr..vroOM VROOM* noise, as Fidds had just started it up. "Buckle up, buckaroo. It's gonna be some hours before we get there."

They were heading to the docks over near the ocean since Ford and Stanley were finally gonna come back! Rick had not kissed Lee or fucked with Ford in so long is was almost starting to drive him insane. Sure, he had done other things, but not quite as satisfactory as hearing Ford yell angry threats and curses at him as he fucked his twin. Got a difference than just getting yelled at. It's the purpose that matters.

Rick snored softly, curling into the blanket a bit more. It was nearing the end of may, but they were in Oregon, so it was still as cold as hell.

Rick jerked awake, sitting up on the bench seat that was partially hidden from the driver's seat. "How much- How much longer we got?" Fiddleford jumped at the sound of Rick's voice.

"We're about halfway through.. At our next stop we should switch. I'm tired of drivin' this beat up thing!" Rick yawned, stretching. "Right.." Rick climbed up into the passenger seat, looking up at the sun, which was now complete above the landscape, shining brightly across the land.

Rick took a second to appreciate the job did on this old van. It didn't run very good anymore, but he had painted the inside a mint-leafy green color. There was a few figures upon the dashboard, dancing and waving from the sun. He had also painted the dashboard a nice light grey with a few patches of the green. Along with that, there was flowers and plants painted all along it. It was.. Quite nice to look at.

The van screeched to a stop, and Rick looked out the window to see an old hotel. They popped inside, grabbed some food from the buffet and went to the bathroom. Rick opened the glass door, walking back outside.

"Ey Fiddlenerd.. Are you nervous to-to see Ford?" Fiddleford sighed, walking up to the van. "A bit.. Before we left, my hunny and I.. Kinda had a fight?" He opened the van door, hopping into the backseat bench. "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we're close."

They had been driving through dense woods for the most part, but soon, the heavily dense woods opened up into a beach, A road running a bit away from it. "FI-UUUGHHHH-DDS!" he yelled. Fiddleford jerked awake.

"Gosh, whaddya want now?!" Rick pointed out the window to see an almost endless beach. There was parking lot a bit away from the dock, so Rick swiftly pulled into a spot, practically jumping out of the van. He started walking over to the dock, A tired Fiddleford following. Rick ran up to the dock, although no one was there yet. He shrugged, sitting down on the old wooden planks that they called a dock. Fiddleford sat down next to him, his arms crossed.

They waited.. And waited… and waited.. But no boat ever showed up.

Rick looked around to see another dock about a mile away with… the Stan O' War! "Fiddlenerd, comon! I ssssee them!" Fiddleford looked over to where Rick was, almost instantly standing up and running as fast as he could.

Rick did the same, running all the way over to the other dock. He huffed and panted, but when he arrived, Stan went over, hugging him tightly. Rick hugged him back, heaving himself off the ground and wrapping his stick legs around Stan's middle. Rick looked over to see Ford and Fiddlenerd hugging tightly. Ford's face seemed to be red, but his attention was focused back onto Stan when he started kissing Rick's cheeks and neck. Rick grabbed Stan's chin, pushing him into his own face to kiss him. No words were exchanged from Stan to Rick during this, surprisingly. Fiddlenerd and Stanford though? They talked WAY too much for their own good. Rick and Stan kissed for a long time, Rick grabbing onto his partner a bit tighter. Once he backed off, he laid his head onto Stan's shoulder. "I will never admit too saying this.. But.. I really- I really did miss you, Lee." It felt good saying Stan's old nickname again. The shorter man smiled back. "Sappy asshat." He mumbled, digging his head into Rick's chest. Nothing mattered anymore. They were together, and nothing could stop them.

[trashmouth-richie]

HIH VOLUME 12

"Listen kid, I'm fucking busy, I don't have time to haul you around because twiddle dick and dum forgot you at the gas station again."

He has barely looked at you since you got there. The guy who held more merit to you than your own brother was gone.

When you wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your sweater he lets out an exaggerated groan.

He thrusts dirty fingers into his sweatpants pockets.

Pulling out a perfectly rolled twenty dollar bill, he flattens it smooth. He smears his finger along the length of the bill, collecting remnants of a fine white powder, which is quickly shoved into his greedy mouth and rubbed on his gums like he's brushing his teeth.

"Here," he grunts, shoving the drugged money into your pocket, avoiding your eyes at all cost,

"now get

lost."

The blinds on the door are still swinging as you stand there dumbstruck and watery eyed. Low voices are murmured through the thin walls as a lighter flicks and sizzles.

Who was that baby?

Nobody.

And that's exactly who you were to everyone you knew,nobody.”

Are you ever gonna go in depth with this scene , who the girl was , them talking abt it , I LOVE this scene i think it adds spice but i need 2 know 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

🥲 i forgot about this ngl 😭

i just went back and looked at my notes from this chapter and re read this part.

during this time eddie was still dealing with his breakup from chrissy and during that time he went off the deep end. he was clearly doing c*ke and other unmentionables, he was dirty and haggard looking.

[Grumbling and stomping in the trailer is heard. Along with two separate giggles.

The door is yanked hard inward revealing a version of Eddie Munson you’d never seen before. His skin was sunken in on his cheeks, dark circles rimmed his eyes. His once soft features were sharp and lackluster, brooding with ashy shadows and skin that looked like it hadn’t seen sunlight in months.

He looked gaunt and hallowed out, his ribs poking against the cindery color of his skin. The warm whiskey eyes that once danced when he laughed were now gaping blacked marbled, polar and dull.

He speaks but you are too busy holding your breath from the stench of rotting clothes and unwashed bodies. ]

there are actually two girls at his trailer during this time. i like to think they were just doing crazy amounts of drugs and just having wild and really stinky sex.

i never really had any girl in mind other than someone reader wouldn’t have known or recognized and same with them. probably just some randos he picked up at the bar. clearly eddie wouldn’t have been working for rick bc rick fucked chrissy. so in my mind, eddie is involved in some bigger more dangerous kind of people and clearly is just spinning out of control.

thanks for this anon💋🩷

ask me more questions on the “directors cut” about my fics!

[corner-stories]

18 for the injury prompts with Bart and Jesse?

Injury Prompts

18. "You saved me...? And bandaged me up? Am I dreaming?" || "Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you die just like that..."

Bathed in the morning light, Bart Allen lies on a couch in a house in upstate New York. On his left arm are wound dressings he didn't remember being there before. A surreal feeling beats in his heart as he unwraps the bandages around his wrist, unsure what to expect underneath.

The memories of the prior mission are still fresh in his head. It was fortunate that Bart happened to be in New York at the right time. A lot of good things had already come from his S.T.A.R. Labs internship, but the fact that he just happened to be in the area when a giant robot mecha began attacking the Bronx was exceedingly convenient.

It was just as convenient that Jesse was present at the JSA brownstone. With Karen and Jay busy elsewhere, it was unsurprising that Jesse Quick was the first Society member to arrive at the scene to aid Kid Flash.

Unfortunately, the giant Bronx-attacking mecha fired a missile towards an unoccupied car, which caused the vehicle to explode and throw jagged bits of glass in every direction.

In a flash Bart had moved every civilian out of the way, but just out of his field of vision a piece of shrapnel had pierced his left wrist with an unexpected amount of force.

When Bart looked down to his arm he was greeting to the sight of an alarming amount of blood coming out of him. Even in flash-time he could feel his stomach dropping in fear.

The last thing he did remember was a worried Jesse running up to him before he passed out in shock.

Considering that he isn't in pain anymore, it's fair to say that Bart's healing factor had done its job. However, the bandages are the cause of his concern.

As Jesse sits on the living room rug with her infant son in front of her, Bart slowly pulls the wrappings off his arm. What he finds underneath are several butterfly closures over his healed skin, albeit with a little bit of scarring.

"You saved me...?" asked Bart, looking over to Jesse on the carpet. "And bandaged me up? Am I dreaming?"

Jesse is more concerned with entertaining her young son. The eight-month old Johnny Tyler coos in utter joy as his mother holds his favorite stuffed elephant toy above his face.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you die just like that..." Jesse says in a matter of factly tone. She keeps her eyes on the cutest baby in upstate New York, clearly unconcerned with her now healed little brother figure currently on her couch.

"I may have taken you to Doctor Mid-Nite just to be safe, but it should all be good."

Bart blinks, still unsure how to feel. Perhaps the shock of getting struck with the shrapnel had yet to wear off.

"Thanks," he says as he begins to take off the butterfly closures. The dressings are unbloodied, which he's not sure is a good thing or a bad thing.

Once his wrist is bare, Bart rolls the sleeve of his torn Kid Flash costume over it. The downside of the material being ultra thin and easy to move in is that it tears too easily. In fact, quite a bit of his suit has been damaged from the encounter.

Jesse looks to Bart and motions over to a nearby armchair, where an pair of joggers and an aging sweatshirt lay folded on the cushions.

"I got you a change of clothes, if you want," she offers. "Some of Rick's old stuff."

Bart nods, then smirks. "You're too nice to me."

Jesse gives him a joking smile back. "Well, someone's gotta be."

At a normal pace, Bart heads to the nearest bathroom and changes. When he emerges he is sporting a pair of sweatpants a size too big and a sweatshirt with the words 'Infinity Inc.' printed in red, white, and blue. He can't help but notice that the words are rather faded.

Bart returns to the living room to see Jesse having placed little Johnny into his playpen. She lounges on the armchair, in one hand she is scrolling through her phone and in the other she is holding a coffee mug that says 'World's Okayest Mommy.'

Bart can still recall Jesse's reaction when Wally had gifted her that mug. It was certainly not the baby shower gift she was expected, but it was the one she truly needed to finally call herself a mother.

When Jesse sees Bart in the doorway, she asks, "How's the arm?"

"It's good, thanks," the younger speedster replies, twisting his hand to feel for any pain. Fortunately, there is none.

As if on cue, the other resident of the Tyler-Chambers household makes himself known. Through the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen, Rick Tyler walks out in all of his shirtless glory.

Judging by the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling in the kitchen, it's apparent that the Man of the Hour enjoys cooking while clad in only his trunks.

"Hey, you're awake," says Rick. In his hand he holds a pair of tongs and points them over to Bart. "You hungry, Kid? Cause Jesse said you like to eat."

Bart's not sure whether it be because of the suddenness of the situation, or the fact that Hourman's rather chiseled pecs are the first thing his eyes were drawn to, but the young speedster's first reaction is to let out a chuckle.

"Well, she's not wrong," Bart says with a smile. "Sure, I could go for some breakfast."

"Great, cause I made extra," Rick tells, punctuating his words by pointing his tongs forward. "It'll be ready in two minutes."

With everything said, Rick turns around and rushes back into the kitchen.

When Bart looks at Jesse, he can see the contented look in her eyes. He never really expected that Jesse would be the one to settle into a little corner of suburbia, let alone with any specific person. Yet here he was, standing in the home that Jesse shared with his giant himbo of a husband and her young son napping in his playpen nearby.

"Does Rick ever wear shirts?" asks Bart in a joking tone.

Jesse rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of her coffee. "Shut up."

[thesoftboiledegg]

I stopped by Walmart on Saturday to pick up some lightbulbs. On the way to the self-checkouts, I happened to walk through the men's section, and a set of boxers awaited me!

For some reason, I always assumed they didn't carry anything besides a T-shirt I found a while back. But nope--Walmart also had two sock sets.

Probably a coincidence, but I noticed that the Rick pair features the trans flag colors.

Next, I found these sweatpants in the pajamas section.

Nothing in the entertainment department, but Futurama made an appearance. Although Hulu has more seasons coming, so it's not REALLY a complete collection 🤔

It's been nice to see Futurama get some visibility after all these years. Disney sees what Fox and Comedy Central didn't--a potential cash cow!

Anyway, the smaller mall didn't have anything this weekend, but Cute Loki watched over me while I browsed.

The bigger mall was also lacking. I was about to give up hope until I saw this bowl in Spencer's sandwiched between the ramen sets.

I love the contrast of modern grids and pastels with Rick and Morty's surrealism. Looks like a $300 Goop bowl until you see the illustrations. Rick and Morty: now suitable for the bourgeoisie!

After that, I found this pipe at a local head shop. Dabbing (the dance) is no longer cool, but I guess the pun is too good to pass up.

I checked out another head shop and was disappointed that I didn't see anything--until I spotted this rug! Iconic.

Don't do drugs, kids...unless you're a 14-year-old with an autistic mad scientist grandfather. Then you can do all the drugs you want.

[loserarc]

steve brought a duffel bag with him. Worn and battered from years of swim meets and basketball games, it was the first thing he could find that was big enough to hold everything: the various painkillers and uncounted tubes of Neosporin, a spare shirt and sweatpants, a box of Pop-Tarts. He vaguely remembers asking Henderson if that would be enough. Does he have, like, bandages? Because I can grab some on the way.

That would be good, actually. Yeah. And he heard the beep of a walkie-talkie. Someone else was talking in the background, low and indistinct. Steve’s stomach dropped. Where had the kid been calling from? Rick’s house? Had he broken in?

Are you kidding me, Eddie? Dustin’s muffled voice stopped that train of thought in an instant. Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell him. And while he didn’t actually tell Steve anything, he made a guess. A pack of cigarettes, a couple of beers . . .

It didn’t seem true during that call, and it doesn’t seem true now—somewhere near midnight—as he heaves the bag over his shoulder. Moths have gathered around the single bulb that hangs over the door of Rick’s shed, their shadows scattering into a frenzy as he knocks. One-two three-four, just as he was told to do. His arms still ache. He still moves slowly, half-convinced that any one of them had made it out alive.

It’s funny, really. Steve had been telling himself that Eddie did make it out, as impossible as that would be. He didn’t know why. Just a feeling. If he kept that a secret, he figured at the time, then at least it wouldn’t be false. And if it wasn’t true, then it was in-between. It was their broken town, yet to recover but expected to; a hug when he made it home, meaning ‘family’ for the briefest of moments. There was a strange comfort to the in-between. Any outcome was as possible as the off chance that those vines had simply given up before killing him, Robin, and Nance—unbothered. I don't believe in a higher power, Robin had said. But that was a miracle.

Now, Steve isn’t thinking. He scratches the itch on his neck then winces when it stings. He must have done the same thing a thousand times already, yet under the yellow light of a new day—of a flickering lightbulb—he checks his nails for blood. The frayed, blue strap of his bag slips, so he lets it hang from clenched fingers, its bottom touching the ground. One-two three-four is rapped with less patience the second time. Then the door opens.

He skips the What took you so long? and Good to see you, only patting Dustin on the shoulder as he passes. The unsteady light of a candle reveals the orange life vests and dirty garden tools decorating one wall. Among the clutter, a sad-looking, checkered couch has been dragged in. Again, he wonders: how? Blankets sprawl across it from arm to arm. Not just blankets. They move with Eddie’s breath.

‘Okay, Henderson,’ he whispers. ‘You’re excused.’ And for whatever reason—that it’s late, that Dustin’s tired, that the back of Steve’s car seems like a fine place for a nap—the protest is short. It means more than he can say now, in the silence of near-belief. Dustin leaves, which means Steve is trusted.

Which means– he sets the duffel bag down, in front of the couch. ‘Hey,’ he says quietly, sitting cross-legged beside it. ‘Ignore me.’ And it isn’t what he means to say, actually, but he can’t quite look at him yet. So he unzips that bag, taps the top of a beer can. He’s never been sure that works, though. It stays unopened, cold against his ankles, cold against his palms. Slowly, carefully, he’s remembering how to believe this. He doesn’t realize he’s smiling until he finishes his thought.

Ignore me. But. Ignore me, as he reaches. He squeezes the shape of his covered arm. ‘It’s really good to see you, man.’ / @freakarc

[countlessrealities]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

What’s your phone wallpaper: Lock screen, a shippy fanart with two Ricks [yes it's because of one of the ships I have on this blog x3]

Last song you listened to: "Telescope" by Starset

Currently reading: Nothing. I'm working on my thesis, I don't have energy / time for reading

Last movie: Scream 6

Last show: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir [[ I'm iconing! ]]

What are you wearing right now? Black sweatpants, blue T-shirt and black sweatshirt

Piercings / tattoos? Currently none, but I plan on getting at least a tattoo in the foreseeable future!

Glasses ? Contacts? Both. These days I mostly wear glasses because I'm home most of the time, but when I go out for more than a few hours I tend to wear contacts

Last thing you ate? I just finished dinner, so...a piece of bread I think? xD

Favorite color(s): black & blood red

Current obsession: Rick and Morty & Miraculous Ladybug

Do you have a crush right now? Yeah, and I'm unofficially "going out" with them xD

Favourite fictional character: I'm supposed to pick just one?? Too hard, I have at least 4 characters in mind. I guess if I have to...Rick and Morty. I know that it's two characters, but deal with it

Stolen from: @advnterccs Tagging: feel free to steal it !

[thespiceyoops]

Spacegirl

Chapter 2

Series Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

A/N: I will take every opportunity I get to tell Eddie Munson he is a wonderful human.

CW: Canon violence and deaths, swearing 

Series Status: In Progress

Word Count: 4K

Not even an hour later Liz is shaken awake, the trailer rattling violently, a terrible screeching coming from above her. She looks up at the ceiling to see a wide black crack snaking across, suddenly a body falls heavily down, landing broken and crumpled on the trailer floor, she screams as she recognizes a face she is painfully familiar with, Chrissy. Hearing Eddie fumbling awake at her scream she starts to get to her feet as black tendrils snake down out of the crack, whipping around the room, one catching her heavily in the side of the head and throwing her to the ground inches from her jacket which she snatches to her chest.

Eddie’s woken out of a restless sleep by the shaking of the trailer and the screams piercing down the hall. Stumbling out the door he sees the broken body on the floor, the crack in the ceiling and the tendrils whipping around, one going to latch onto Liz who is huddled on the floor. Without a thought he jumps forward, grabbing her and pulling her to her feet away from the monstrosity and towards the door.

“What the hell is that??” 

“Something from the upside down! We need to get out of here!” 

“Is that Chrissy??” 

“She’s gone! We need to go” She pushes him towards the door before turning back, looking around frantically “Wait shit! My backpack!” She lunges for where it lays beside the couch but Eddie grabs her wrist and yanks her back as a tendril slams down where her face had been half a second before, sweeping across the floor and knocking the bag far beneath the couch and out of reach. 

They dive out of the trailer, slamming the door behind them. Eddie's hand still is clamped around her wrist as he jumps in his van, tossing her roughly over him into the passenger seat before speeding off into the dark. Driving them to the only safe place he can think of, Reefer Rick's. With the van parked deep in a stand of trees the pair silently sneak into the rickety boathouse behind the home, its tin roof and stale air offering little comfort but enough safety as they stumble into its dark interior. The pair stand wordless, breathing heavily in the gloom, the faint moonlight filters in and highlights scattered trash and a boat suspended just above a hole in the floor. The sudden chattering of teeth catches Eddie’s attention, his eyes widen as he turns to see Liz’s shivering frame behind him, still clutching her jacket to her chest, her feet bare and dirty. The spring night is warm enough but with the adrenaline wearing off and nothing but a Tshirt falling to just above her knees she’s started shaking like a leaf. 

“Oh shit” He mutters, rubbing his hands over her goosebumped arms, the friction shaking her back to reality for a moment with a shaky laugh. 

“I’m wearing sweatpants to bed from now on” she quickly pulls her jacket on, the worn leather offering at least a small comfort against the chill. “This all sucks significantly more” 

Eddie chuckles darkly, looking around the room again, properly taking in their surroundings. 

“The boat” He points

“What? I don’t really fancy a late night fishing trip” 

“No, there’s gotta be netting and a couple tarps in there, you’ll probably be warmer than out here.”

“Oh good idea” 

He helps her clamber into the dingy, nestling into the various fabrics piled in the bottom and wrinkling her nose at the mouldy smell. She looks up at him curiously as he turns away. “Where are you going?” 

“Not far, I’m going to sit out here and keep watch” He shrugs, squatting to lean back against a support beam facing the door. 

“Oh…Right” She murmurs, pulling her knees up to her chin and a canvas tarp over her shoulders with a shiver “Y’know, I don’t think whatever that thing was will use the front door if it does come after us” 

She can hear Eddie huff a small laugh and mumble almost inaudibly “That’s not all I’m worried about…” 

They sit in silence for several long minutes before Liz’s teeth start chattering again, the tight ball she’s pulled herself into doing nothing to retain the little body heat she managed to produce. 

“It’s fucking cold in here” She hisses, trying to pull the material closer “These tarps do nothing” 

“Ok fine, survival mode it is” He laughs, straightening with a stretch before clambering clumsily into the boat, laughing at the sight of Liz tucked in a ball, t-shirt pulled over her knees, staring up at him in surprise “Sharing body heat” 

She shuffles over with an appreciative laugh to make room for the longer body as he pulls off his jacket and vest before curling around her, laying the jacket over both of their shoulders and tucking her against his chest; pulling the tarp up over their heads to cover them both. 

The air warms quickly and Liz's shivering diminishes as her breathing slows, dropping into sleep in the warmth of his arms as his fingers smooth her hair down gently, a soft thank you whispering past her lips. Eddie is soon to follow, his face resting against her hair, something about the scent of his shampoo on her hair mixing with warm leather and pine smell that was definitely hers calms him as he drifts into slumber.

The two are very suddenly shaken awake by the sound of people's voices and the thud of an oar stabbing violently down into the hanging raft, the wooden edge catching one of Liz’s ankles, her yelp silenced by Eddie clamping a hand over her mouth; the other clenched tight around a broken bottle, the rustling only barely hidden by the loud bickering of the voices above them. She can feel Eddie’s body tensing around her as the oar stabs down again, narrowly missing her knee, she knows they have to do something soon. Suddenly the boy beside her leaps up with a shout, tearing the tarp off and throwing himself at the intruder, holding the broken bottle to a man's neck and slamming him into the wall. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie!” a Familiar voice yells but he doesn’t relax, still wound too tight, mind befuddled with the deep sleep he’d been yanked out of. “It's me. It's Dustin. This is Steve. He's not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?"

Liz pops her head up out of the tarp to see Robin and Dustin staring at the scene wildly, Dustin with his hands up trying to calm Eddie who currently has Steve pinned to the wall. 

“Oh thank god it’s you!” Liz exclaims, popping up from the tangle of tarps, the group jumps at her sudden appearance, smiles breaking out on Dustin and Robins faces though they remain frozen with Eddie still holding the bottle precariously close to Steve’s throat. “Eddie, Relax.” She calls, awkwardly clambering out of the boat and stumbling as she hits the ground, her ankle radiating pain and causing her to yelp as she drops to her knees. The noise catches Eddie's attention, finally causing him to look around, his wild eyes focusing on the group and what Dustin's saying. Dropping Steve he staggers back against the wall, taking a huge breath and sinking to a shaky crouch. 

“Uhh where are your pants?” Dustin frowns, the attention of the older two snapping to Liz as she tugs the oversized shirt down further, blushing profusely. 

“Didn’t have time to grab it when the ceiling opened up and tried to eat me… again” She grumbles, rubbing the swelling ankle. Robin takes the moment of safety to drop to Liz’s side, examining her ankle, frowning at the very oar-like bruise starting to form. 

Dustin shrugs, accepting the explanation far too easily and turns towards Eddie, his voice low and soothing as he tries to coax the broken bottle out of his grip. Eddie finally replies after a long silence, his voice tight and shaky as he explains what happened after the group had left the night before, going into more detail about what he saw when Chrissy died before Liz had fallen through.

“Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh…And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she…” He chokes off with a whimper, Liz’s heart clenching in sympathy for the poor, terrified boy, desperately wanting to wrap her arms around his trembling shoulders. 

“Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It… It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. And then later when it spit her back out all broken on the floor I… I didn't know what to do, so I r-” 

“We ran…” She cuts him off gently, holding his gaze as he looks up at her, eyes welling with guilt and tears again. 

“I left her there.” He whispers, shaking his head and averting his eyes to the dirt floor “You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.” 

“Or under a spell. A curse.” Liz says softly before sucking in a sudden breath “Vecna's curse...” coming to the horrifying realisation, remembering the book she’d gotten for Allen; the DM, the previous christmas.

“Who's Vecna?” Robin frowns beside her

“An undead creature of great power.” She groans, Dustin finishing her thought

“A spell caster.”

“A dark wizard.” Eddie breathes, eyes flickering up to catch Liz’s with growing dread. 

A quick discussion later the main crew decide to head out to look for more clues and to make a food and supply run for the pair holed up in the boat house. Eddie sits quietly on the dirt floor tossing bolts into an old can he’d found while Liz leans against the wall dozing quietly beside him, her legs stretched out into a beam of sun, warming her swollen ankle as the shack slowly heats up in the rising sun. He tenses slightly feeling her body slump into his shoulder as she relaxes into sleep, clearly still exhausted from the previous night. His eyes softly drift over her; still clothed in his old shirt, realising her clothes had still been in the dryer when they’d fled he makes a mental note to ask the group to maybe grab them from the trailer when they could, if the police don’t have the whole trailer park taped off. The sound of crunching gravel catches his attention and he shakes her awake, motioning to keep quiet and hide as he jumps to the window to carefully scan the area. Liz scrambles awkwardly behind a large box, accidentally knocking a crate full of fishing net over herself with a quiet “fuck” 

Neither breath for a couple seconds until the door is blown in with a crash, both jump in panic, ready to run until Steve pops his head up behind Dustin and Robin with a cheery “Delivery service!” 

Eddie slumps in exasperated relief as Liz's hand pops up from behind the mess of boxes, middle finger extended with a pained groan. 

The group drops several bags in front of the pair containing snacks that are more comfort foods than survival, some simple medical supplies for Liz's ankle and a pair of sweatpants and shoes that unfortunately don’t fit, Nancy apologising profusely for, turns out the trailer park was even more locked down now, crushing any hopes of retrieving her clothes. Once they’re settled and both fugitives are stuffing their faces with the snacks Dustin clears his throat 

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always.” Eddie mumbles through a mouthful of cereal

“All right. Bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy. Like, 100% kind of convinced.” 

Eddie groans, rubbing his hands over his face as Liz takes the cereal box 

“And the good news?” She asks softly looking at Robin

“His name hasn't gone public yet. And it doesn’t look like they know anything about you. But if we found out about him, it's a matter of time before others do. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for the both of you.” 

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie spits as Robin just shakes her head 

“Exactly.” 

“Shit” 

Liz gently puts a hand on Eddies shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze and a half convincing smile before turning to the rest of the group 

“So what do we do?” 

“We find Vecna, kill him, and prove his innocence” Dustin exclaims confidently 

“That's all, Dustin? That's all?” Eddie snaps 

“Yeah, no, that's pretty much it.” The younger boy shrugs, seemingly not phased by the insanity of the idea 

 “Listen, Eddie…” Robin says gently seeing the incredulous confusion on Eddie's face “I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually all been through this before. I mean, they have a… a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but the bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.” 

He nods along blankly, the hurried explanation Liz had given the previous night barely adding to his understanding of the situation.

“We usually rely on this girl who has super powers.” Steve pipes up “But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So we're technically in more of the–”

“Brainstorming phase.”

“Brainstorming.” Eddie scoffs with a cocked eyebrow as the group rambles trying to be reassuring.

“There… There's really nothing to worry about.”

Suddenly the group hear sirens blaring in the distance, growing too close for comfort, Eddie leaps to his feet, grabbing Liz and tossing her with a yelp into the boat before jumping in and pulling the tarp down over top of them cursing. The rest scramble out to their car before following the police vehicles as they speed past. 

As the noise grows fainter the two relax slightly, breathing heavily, Eddie crouching protectively over Liz who’s curled up against the bottom of the boat. He shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut before dropping it onto her shoulder “Fuck man..” He hisses with a shaking breath “I am so fucked” 

Liz rolls slightly so she can look up at him, placing a hand on his pale cheek, his eyes popping open in surprise as she pulls his face up to look at her  “We’re going to get out of this, I’m here with you remember? This is my quest now too” 

A smile tugs at his lips as fear swims in his deep brown eyes, feeling a comforting warmth spread across his face from where her hand touches it. “But maybe we can find somewhere a little more comfortable to hole up? At least for a little bit?” 

“Right. Yeah. Rick’s still locked up so if we’re careful we can break in. Probably a disaster there but it’ll be better than here for sure.” 

She laughs as he carefully helps her out of the boat, apologising for the earlier toss. After waiting for an hour or two to make sure the coast is definitely clear the two carefully make their way to the door which Eddie picks open with unsurprising ease. 

“You’re going to need to teach me how to do that sometime” She laughs as they pick their way through the dusty living room 

“You can’t?” 

“Safe to assume anything you can do, I can’t. Guess I was trying to live my bad-boy dreams vicariously through you” She grumbles with a roll of her eyes 

“Bad boy huh?” He chuckles darkly “Clearly you’re thinking of that stupid Hargrove kid that all the girls were swooning over last year, I’m just the town freak. Really though…of all people… Why on earth would you want to play the town outcast in a game where you could be…. Literally anyone else'' 

“I guess I just wanted a character I could relate to a bit more.” She shrugs, flopping onto the dusty couch, coughing as she waves the disturbed cloud away.

“Oh?” He plops down beside her, propping his chin on his knee and turning to look over at her

“Yeah though I’ll be honest I hadn’t actually finished your sheet before I ended up here” 

“What do you mean? Like I don’t have a backstory or something? Because I can tell you for sure, I have history and it’s not great” He frowns, straightening a little and dropping his knee, awkwardly stretching.

“That’s the weird thing…. Well, one of the many weird things. I created this character on a paper” She rubs her temples with her fingers, her eye’s dancing in front of her like she’s reading an invisible page before turning and leaning forwards, studying him.

“But you here…you’re a mystery to me. You’re more than I ever could have thought up. You’re somehow fully real” she places a hand on his chest feeling his heart beating under his hellfire shirt “It’s so strange” 

He smirks, a blush creeping up his neck with her hand resting on his chest. “I think i’m pretty real thanks” His eyes darken slightly “How did you mean, someone you can relate to?” 

she lets her hand fall to her lap, the other tracing invisible scars across her palm. The place on his chest it had rested feeling colder than just the loss of just the body heat.  

“Metal head with a heart of gold. At least I’d like to think so. Not sure if the sentiment is exactly shared in my old circles but my new family, my found family tried to convince me when they could” 

She laughs sadly and he puts his hand over hers, rings clinking against each other, wordlessly willing her to continue. “Uh well I really struggled with high school. Managed to graduate but I still think it’s cause the teachers didn’t want to deal with another year of me in their classes, I wasn’t exactly the best student” 

“Good to know where I get it from” He chuckles

“I did ok socially, I had friends, I had boys pursuing me before I was old enough to know the difference between love and friendship and got swept up in a couple high school romances that burned out almost immediately, so in a small school where everyone knew each other means rumours are bound to spread and my reputation was already shaky so when i….uh when something happened and I broke up with the semi-popular guy I was dating and started coming to school high or hungover they were pretty quick to turn on me and I became the school freak…. I was already in a bad place leaving high school which contributed to a whole lot of other bad choices leading to losing myself in a relationship that went up spectacularly in flames.” 

He can feel her hand clench tight but turns to look the other way, hiding the rage that was seething through him. He couldn’t figure out why he felt so strongly… Maybe it was his need to collect and comfort the outcasts or maybe there really was some otherworldly connection after all. Her quiet voice broke through the buzzing in his head 

“I guess I was hoping to try again in some way. Be something better. Someone that won’t let the world stop them from being themselves, that creates a safe space for the people they love, someone with dreams and ambition once they get out of their bullshit high school… Guess jokes on me if this is what Allen was planning on putting my character through, you bastard!” 

She yells the last sentence and shakes her fist comedically at the ceiling. She laughs until she sees him looking over at her with a conflicted expression 

“I think you’re giving me way too much credit there” he laughs quietly, hand still around hers “Don’t talk to your creator like that” She jokes dramatically , blushing as his gaze holds hers, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the back of her hand. She realises how close he is, his shoulder tucked slightly behind hers, her shoulder pressed into his chest; his racing heartbeat causing hers to follow as the tension mounts in the air. 

 Before either can make the first move they hear tires screech to a halt on the gravel out front, the pair to jump to their feet, Eddie scrambling to the window. Jason, Patrick and Andy step out, brandishing tire irons and bats menacingly. Eddie curses quietly and runs to hurry Liz out the back door, grabbing his walkie and quietly making their way back to the boathouse. 

The two crouch by the window watching the boys tear the house apart as the sun sets until Eddie notices Jason by the window eyeing the boathouse

“Shit we need to go. Now!” He grabs the walkie, whispering into it “Dustin? Please. Are… Are you there? We’re in trouble man!”

“Eddie I can’t run, you have to get out of here. I can run in the opposite direction, distract them so you can leave. They don’t know me, they might just let me go” 

Eddie grabs her shoulders harshly, looking down at her angrily

“No way, no fucking way. Those guys are pieces of shit, there’s no way I’m leaving you here on a hope they just assume the random punk girl they’ve never met before has nothing to do with me and the crazy shit happening here. Jason’s always had a sick streak, I wouldn’t put it past him to hurt you if he thought it would help him get to me. I’m not leaving you here.” She can see guilt and determination flashing in his eyes as tears cause her vision to swim. 

“I can’t let them catch you..” 

He tears his gaze from hers and looks around wildly, eyes landing on the boat strung up from the beams

“That might work” 

He tears the ropes down as she unloads the tarps and sandbags out of the shitty dingy, adrenaline dulling the pain in her ankle as they quietly drop the craft into the water.  As silently as possible they push off, Eddie using one of the paddles to propel them forward as Liz checks for leaks, suddenly a voice startles them from the shore and they freeze 

“Hey, freak!” Jason shouts from the bank “Where do you think you're going?” 

“Shit” They both gasp in unison as Jason starts tearing off his jacket and shoes, calling for the other two to join him. Eddie jumps to the engine trying to rip it to life as Liz jumps up unsteadily, brandishing the oar. The engine sputters a few times as Eddie curses at it, Jason and Patrick closing in on the boat.

“Eddie, we need to move!” she shouts swinging the oar over Jason's head in warning, he glares up at her with fury and surprise

“Who the fuck are you? Are you with this freak? Did you help him kill Chrissy?” She swings the oar again but he catches it and rips it from her hands, sending her tumbling over the side and right to where Patrick is swimming. 

“Liz!” Eddie screams as he sees Patrick grab hold of one of her wrists and start to drag her back towards shore. Suddenly the two are sucked down into the water by an unseen force, Liz’s wrist grasped tight in Patrick's frozen grip. She forces her eyes open in the eerie water to see Patrick frozen in place, eyes rolled back, twitching. The air in her lungs escapes in a bubble as she frantically tries to wrench free of his grip, suddenly a chill runs through her body as a voice creeps into her mind.

Who...are you?

Her head whips around wildly as the sound of clock chimes echoes around her, she doesn’t have time to wonder longer as Patrick's body suddenly shoots up, dragging her to the surface, her sudden weight out of the water slips her wrist from his grip and sends her sputtering into the water beside Eddie. They all watch in horror as Patrick is lifted into the air above them, bones snapping and cracking. Eddie grits his teeth and drags Liz to the shore as she continues to watch the horror over her shoulder, only turning back once they hit the bank and stumble off into the darkness.

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