#beth x rick

[lady-stirling]

Completing the Hournite!hugs triad! 💛💚

Also, I'm missing Stargirl so much 😔😢

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Hey guys, I finally posted another chapter.

As always,

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“Should we really be talking about this in public?” Rick questions.  It was lunch time and Courtney was attempting to turn their lunch period into a team meeting. “If you claim that the children of these super bad people go to school with us, don’t you think it isn’t wise to have a team meeting here?” He slouches back in his chair raising a brow in Courtney’s direction.  From his right he can see Beth nodding in agreement with him and on his left Yolanda gives Courtney a ‘I told you so’ look.

Courtney huffs in frustration and stabs at her fruit salad.  “Fine.  What would you guys like to talk about?”

Everyone looks at one another trying to bring up a new conversation, but realistically, none of them really know each other.  Besides Rick and Beth, Courtney is still the new girl and Yolanda is a fallen popular kid.  What could they possibly talk about?

“Oh!” Beth looks excitedly up from her perfectly crafted lunch, “The Fall dance is coming up!”

Rick groans.  “Anything but that, Beth.”

Beth shrugs and takes a bite of her sandwich, “Well, I’m on the dance committee and we can use some volunteers.” She smiles in Rick’s direction.  Oh no. “I thought maybe you guys would like to help out.  Plus, Cindy is head of the committee, that would give us a chance to get close.”

Courtney perks up at the opportunity, “Yes!  Beth, you are a genius.”

Yolanda shrugs her shoulders, “Sorry, I can’t.  My parents only allow me to go from school to home.  No extracurricular activities for me.”

“Darn, what about you, Rick?” Beth looks at him hopefully.  “There is a lot of stuff that needs to be brought from the basement, and it's kinda heavy.”

Fuck.

Why did he have to get involved with these girls?  How is it possible that this bundle of sunshine is about to make him cave.  Mustering up whatever courage he could, Rick said, “No.”

“Oh.”  Beth looked down at her lunch sadly, and before turning back to Rick, she plasters a fake cheerful smile on her face.   “That’s okay, I think Cindy got Cameron Mahket to help us.”

His eyes narrowed hearing that jerk’s name.  No way was he going to let Cameron help Beth.  Over his dead body.

“Actually,” Rick spoke up, interrupting Courtney and Beth who were going over details of the dance.  “I’ll help out.”

Yolanda smirks, “Oh, really.  And why suddenly do you want to participate, Rick?”  Yolanda wasn’t stupid.  She’s sat across from Rick and Beth for months now, and it’s plain as day these two have bypassed whatever friendship they had and are on the cusp of something more.  But that also doesn’t mean she isn’t going to tease Rick about it.

Rick glares back, “No reason.”  He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair in nonchalance.  Although he seemed calm on the outside, Rick was annoyed that Beth would think Cameron could possibly do a better job than him carrying heavy objects.  

“Great!” Beth cuts in.  “Let’s all meet by my locker after last bell.”

Rick nods in agreement and scrolls on his phone for the rest of lunch.  Rita the lunch lady was on vacation this week, which means no free lunches for Rick.

“I’m heading to the library to get some studying in before my biology exam.”  Beth said to Rick.  He glances up from his phone long enough to notice Yolanda and Courtney have already left.

“Where did Court and Yolanda go?”

“They left a while ago, something about needing to get a head start on a history project?” Beth continued to pack up her lunch.  She still had an apple left over that she knew she wasn’t going to eat.  And it didn’t go unnoticed by Beth that Rick hasn’t had lunch in two days...

She places the apple in front of him and slides her backpack strap over her shoulder.  “I really don’t like apple.” she scrunches her nose.  “My mom insists I eat them, but I just can’t get past the texture of them.”

Rick looks at the apple in front of him and then up to Beth, “You sure?”

She nods her head, “Yeah, like I said, I don’t like apples.  I’ll see you later!”  As she walks past him, she affectionately touches his shoulder and heads out of the cafeteria.  It was a small gesture and a gentle touch, and he was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

It was at this moment Rick knew he was screwed.

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It was well into the evening when Beth, Courtney, and Rick left school after the dance meeting.  Courtney was in a foul mood after Cindy shut down all her ideas for the dance.  But a bonus was Cameron trying to get her ideas heard, but also falling victim to Cindy’s death glare.  Beth was happily chattering excited for the next two weeks before the dance.  Then there was Rick.  He couldn’t stop re-playing what happened in the basement with Beth.  It doesn’t seem to faze her, but his mind had been going a mile a minute trying to understand what happened.

After meeting at Beth’s locker, the trio made their way to the auditorium where the dance committee would be meeting for the afternoon.  At first, the meeting was civil and normal, but then Cindy took notice of the two new volunteers in the room.

“Wow, the newbie and the town psycho volunteering for the Fall dance, I must be dreaming.” Courtney rolls her eyes and ignores the comment.  Rick on the other hand lazily flips Cindy off and crosses his arms.  It wasn’t the first, nor the last time someone would call him that.  He wasn’t sure why but nevertheless he could truly not give a single fuck what Cindy Burman had to say about him.

But Beth did.

“Cindy, I would appreciate it if you did not call my friends names.” Rick’s eyebrows rose hearing the sharpness in Beth’s voice, eliciting amusement from him.  He grins seeing the taken aback look on Cindy’s face.

Cindy flips her hair over her should and mutters, “Whatever” and moves on to the next topic.  

Eventually everyone is split into teams, Courtney and Cameron, Cindy and Henry, Beth and Rick.  Rick and Beth were tasked with retrieving the decoration from last year from the creepy basement.  To Rick’s amusement, he learned that Beth was deathly afraid of spiders.  While shuffling through old boxes in the basement, a small black spider crawled out behind one of the dustier boxes and Beth nearly had a heart attack.  She ran behind Rick and pointed her finger at the small creature.

“You have to kill it, Rick!!!” She clutched the back of his yellow hoodie in fear and peered around his side.  “There is absolutely no way I will stay down here knowing that thing is still alive.”

Rick laughed so hard that he had to take a moment to collect himself.  He looked behind him to see Beth pouting.

“Fine, but I’m never letting you live this down.” Rick goes to move away from Beth but finds that she has his hoodie in a death grip.  “Uh, Beth?” he looks down to her hand holding him hostage and she lets go muttering, “Sorry.”

He steps on the spider and uses a tissue to wipe away the evidence and tosses it into the trash can. As he turned around Beth threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Before Rick could react, she pulled away, brushed a soft kiss across his cheek and stepped back.  She looked up to him with this sparkle in her eye that he didn’t understand.  But that look made him feel things he couldn’t explain.  It was a type of warmth that he could only compare to being piled under blankets during the winter.  Comforting and safe.  But overall encapsulating.

After that, Rick stayed silent as Beth moved on to more boxes and finally found what they were looking for.  She continued to chatter as usual, but Rick was lost to his thoughts and his confusing feelings.

Still lost in thought, he didn’t hear Courtney bid him and Beth goodnight, and jogs over to her mother’s car.  He and Beth continue to walk in silence to his mustang.  He opens the passenger side door for her without thought.  Beth gives him a small smile and says, “Thanks” before sliding in. He shuts the door and walks around the back of his car and tosses his backpack into the trunk before making his way to the driver’s side door.

The entire ride to Beth’s house was silent.  Beth didn’t try to fill chatter with Rick, she could tell there was something going on with him.  She noticed it after they made their way back to Courtney and Cameron.  He didn’t have his usual snark towards the other boy, and that is when Beth became concerned over his silence.

When Rick finally pulled up to her house, she noticed all the lights were off and the driveway was empty.  Rick frowned taking note of this as well, pulling him from his thoughts.  It was well past nine in the evening, and it seemed odd that Beth’s parents were not home yet.

“Are your parents usually not home?” Rick asks.  “You really shouldn’t be by yourself with everything going on right now.”

Beth starts to respond but then shuts her mouth.  How does she explain that her parents are workaholics and never want to be around her or each other?

Putting on her typical cheery persona, Beth opens that car door and steps out.  “It’s probably just a late night for both of them.  I’ll be okay.”

Rick doesn’t feel convinced by her fake attitude.  He knows her too well to ignore the fact that she is upset and should not be alone.  “Are you sure?”

Hiking her backpack high on her shoulder she gives him a small smile, “Yeah.  I’m fine, Rick.”

Before he could reason with her, she says, “Goodnight” and shuts the car door.  He watches her walk up the driveway to her front door and waits for her to open it and walk inside.  He sits there for a few minutes contemplating what he should do next.  He knew what he really wanted to do, and that thought scared him.  The part of him that wants to shut off his car and walk up to her front door and then…and then what?  Ask her to come inside so she doesn’t feel as alone as he feels?  That they can be alone together?  His grip on the steering wheel tightens trying to sort out all of these

confusing feelings inside him.  Before he lets his emotions get the best of him, Rick pulls away from the curb and takes the long drive back to the farm.

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The next morning, Rick woke up to missed calls from Courtney and about 20 messages in the JSA group chat Courtney insisted they create to keep in contact with one another.  Rick rubs sleep from his eyes and reads the time on his alarm clock.

8:30AM

He rolls his eyes and reads the messages in the chat.

Courtney: Meet at the garage at 9AM for team training!

Yolanda: This is the one day I can sleep in, are you crazy?!

Beth: Okay, see you guys there!

Courtney: RICKKKKKKKK, WAKE UPPPPPPPP

If there was a way to throw something at Courtney through his phone, he would have done it by now.  He sends a quick text that he’ll be there soon and lets his head fall back against his pillow.  As he was slowly drifting off his phone started to ring again.

He groans into his pillow and swipes to answer the call, “Courtney, I swear to God— “

“Oh, no. It’s Beth.  Good morning!” her cheerful voice filled his ear.  He’d be lying if the sound of hearing her voice didn’t make his heartbeat a little faster.

“Hey,” his voice filled with sleep.  “Sorry, I thought you were Courtney again.  She already blew up my phone ten times today.”

Beth lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, she called me at seven, but she was lucky I was already up, or I would have responded just like Yolanda.”  Rick chuckles.

“Well, as you could tell, I am not a morning person.  Sorry about that, didn’t mean to yell at you.”

Beth brushes it off, “No worries.  But I did want to ask you if you wouldn’t mind picking me up on the way to the garage?” she asks hopefully.  “My bike has a flat tire, and I haven’t had the time to get it fixed.”

Rick sits up in bed and checks the time.

8:45AM

“If you’re okay with being late, then yeah.  I can pick you up.”

“Great!” Rick had to pull the phone away from his ear, Beth’s energy at eight in the morning was something he was not used to.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

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By the time Rick and Beth made it to the garage, Courtney was standing in the middle of a room full of gym mats thrown everywhere, imitation villains that sort of looked like the ISA, and Pat shaking his head in disapproval.

“This is a bad idea, Court.”

“Oh, c’mon, Pat. You even said so yourself, we hardly know how to use our powers and need to practice for a real mission.  And according to you,” she points an accusing finger at him, “we should be prepared at all times if the ISA is to attack.”

Pat throws his hands in the air and glances at the two late arrivals, “Glad you two could join us.”

“Hi!” Beth smiles and waves, completely ready to tackle whatever it is that Courtney has concocted.  

“There you two are!”  Courtney walks up to them and grabs them by the arms and hauls them over to where Yolanda was sitting cross-legged on a blue gym mat.  She motioned for them to sit down.

“Alright, welcome to our very first training session!” Courtney cheered.  Rick rolled his eyes.  “Pat is going to teach us some basic hand-to-hand combat and other ways we can fight back.”

Courtney motioned for Pat to step forward as she moved to sit next to Yolanda.

“Alright,” Pat sighed.  “Each of you has a unique power that needs to be understood and used properly.”

Rick leans over and whispers to Beth, “Is he about to give us the Uncle Ben speech?”

Beth tries not to laugh as Pat continues to drone on about how each of their suits and accessories work.

“With great power comes great responsibility, as they say.” Beth and Rick did their best to hold in their giggles.  But Pat overheard their snickering and glared at the pair.  “Am I interrupting something?” They both shake their heads and have the decency to look somewhat embarrassed.  Pat continued his speech and eventually moved on to teaching basic self-defense, hand-to-hand combat, and other ways their powers can assist them in any situation.

Pat eventually finished his lecture and they moved to stand across from one another on the mats.  “What we are going to do now is some basic ways in which you can protect yourselves in the event that your powers do not work.”

“Mr. Dugan,” Beth interrupts.  “From my understanding is that Chuck is mostly a research component of the team, how am I supposed to use that to defend myself if it is more of a mental and not a physical aspect to my persona?”

“Beth has a point.”  Yolanda buts in.  “Beth’s abilities are more on the intellectual side of things and not so physical interaction.”

“Even so, it is important that you learn how to fight.”  Pat explains.  “Charles knew how to fight just as well as Starman, even without Cosmo.  No one gets excluded. Got it?”  Everyone nods in agreement.  Beth was glad she asked.  Although the thought of physically fighting someone frightened her, she was glad that someone else thought it was important for her to retain these skills just in case.

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After training was over, and oh boy was that an experience, Beth changed back into her normal clothes.  A long sleeve floral top, a corduroy skirt, and her favorite black ankle boots.  As she walked back out to the main part of the garage, Beth couldn’t help but think back to the last two hours.

Courtney was a natural when it came to learning how to defend herself.  Yolanda too, probably because she knows how to box.  And Rick seemed to get the hang of things quickly.  As for Beth…let’s just say her hand eye coordination could use a bit of improvement.  But overall, not too bad for the first day.  They all agreed that after school they would meet twice a week to train.  

Beth walked over to where Rick was sitting at Pat’s work bench, tinkering with some type of car part and listening to Pat go over where he can improve his form for next time.

“-Otherwise, I think you’re do well, Rick.”  Pat patted him on the shoulder and turned to Beth.  “Beth, I just wanted to let you know you were really doing your best today.  Next time, I think we should work on a few basic things before moving on to more complex defensive moves, okay?”  Beth’s heart sank, she thought she did better, but she does agree she is not at the same level of fighting Rick, Courtney, and Yolanda are at, but is hopeful that maybe she will be someday.

“Yeah, that would be great, Mr. Dugan.”  She grips her backpack strap, starting to feel the soreness in her shoulders and arms.

“Well, I gotta get a move on.”  Pat walked over to a pile of boxes filled with books.  “I have to get through these boxes to try and figure out that map you guys found.”  Piqued with curiosity, Beth walked over to Pat and investigated the boxes he was referring to.  She picks up one of the texts and brushes away some dust.  “‘Local History of Blue Valley’ why are you searching the town’s local history, Mr. Dugan?”

Pat takes the book from Beth’s hands and opens it to a page showing different blueprints of Blue Valley.  “The map you found means something important and I think it has to do with Blue Valley.  But all the most recent history doesn’t seem to hold the right information we need.  I thought looking in the past would dig up something important.”  He shuts the book and tosses it onto the table with the rest of the books he will be shuffling through for the next few hours.

Beth eyes brighten in excitement at the possibility of a new lead.  She spent hours with Chuck trying to decipher what the map could possibly be.  And Pat may have found the break they needed.  She needed to get her hands on those books.  

“You were going to go through all of this on your own, Mr. Dugan?”

Pat shrugs his shoulders, “Sure, someone must do the research on this team.  Might as well make myself useful.”

From where Rick was watching the exchange, he had this dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach that Beth was about to say something he wasn’t going to like.

“Maybe we can help.”  No. Nonononono.  Rick wills Beth not to look at him because he knows a single look from her will break him, and he does not, under any circumstances, wants to spend his Saturday shuffling through local history.

But it gives you an excuse to hang out with her...

“Right, Rick?” She looked over at him expectantly and he knew he was about to spend his Saturday elbow deep in local history.

She’s giving him that look.  The same look that she used to get him out of trouble a few weeks ago in the cafeteria.  The same look she gave him when she asked him to join the dance committee.  And now her gorgeous brown eyes and how they seem to twinkle whenever she looks at him are once more sucking him into whatever is going on.

Internally groaning Rick nods his head and walks over to Beth and Pat. Pat seems surprised at Rick volunteering to help.  Rick wishes he could explain how and why, but that still remains a mystery to him.  

All he knows is that Beth Chapel will be his undoing.

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“Do we need to keep reading these?” Rick doesn’t whine often but the old, faded handwriting starts to blur together the longer he stares at the worn pages.  It’s been hours since Pat handed Rick and Beth the box of worn books of Blue Valley. It was Beth who started to read the books and eventually dragged Rick into it.  Although his inability to say no to Beth was ever present, he held out opening a single book until about an hour after Pat handed them a box and they settled in the loft.

For the first hour, it was mostly Rick replaying the day before over and over again.  How has the person next to him made such an impact on his life in such a short period of time.  He spent years ignoring her, but the second he let her in, that was it.  There was no going back.  And that alone scared Rick.  Especially now that they made up two fourths of a newly resurrected superhero team.  What if something happened to one of them, what if they got hurt…what if someone dies?  These were the endless thoughts that ended Rick’s refusal to help, but instead, forced him to get out of his own mind and think of something less depressing and anxiety inducing.

But it did not help that from time to time his mind would drift and his eyes would wander to the girl sitting next to him.  In the last 24 hours, Beth has managed to make him a part of a school club, seriously, Rick Tyler is on the dance committee, and got him to help with research when he could be working on his car or sleeping.  He wishes he could explain how she managed to do this but, in all honesty, all it takes is a single look from her big brown eyes and he’s done for.  It’s been like this ever since the night of Cindy’s party.

The hug.

A hug changed something within him, and he can’t explain it.  Ever since then, he felt softer whenever Beth was around.  He doesn’t feel like he must be Rick Harris, the troubled kid with the drunk uncle, but Rick Tyler, the son of a superhero.

He feels like he can do better for once.

Because of her.

Because of Beth Chapel.  The girl he’s sat next to for years, never giving her a chance.

And now he’s feeling slight regret making her a friend because now he can’t stop being near her all the time.  Like today.  He would have said no to researching through these ancient books, but somehow Beth convinced him otherwise.  But Rick also knows deep down there are other reasons why he didn’t say no to Beth.  Reasons he still wasn’t quite sure of but was on the cusp of figuring them out.

The hours move along, eventually they stop around three to go to Richie’s and grab some burgers and shakes.  Rick learns that Beth hates whipped cream on her milkshakes and that he was more than happy to scoop away the delicious fluff and add it to his own strawberry shake.  They talked about random things, things that Rick didn’t even know he wanted to know about Beth, like how her favorite movie is Tangled, her favorite flowers are Sunflowers (which he was not surprised by this), and how she always wanted a dog, but her dad is allergic, so she’s only ever had pet fish growing up.

After they finished their lunch, they made their way back to the garage and dove back into the large pile of books.  Time passed but neither teen seemed to notice as they continued to research.  Eventually, Beth looks over at Rick sprawled out next to her on the couch.  Her goggles glowed as she took in his tired expression.  She lifts the goggles to her forehead and pulls out her phone.

11:30PM.

“Oh no.” her eyes widen not realizing how much time has passed.  “I was supposed to be home hours ago!”  Beth bookmarks the page she’s on and rests the book on the table littered with the books they’ve already read through.  Rick watches her panic trying to find her glasses.  He smirks knowing she handed him her glasses so she wouldn’t lose them.

But she looks too cute freaking out trying to find them.

The smirk on his face drops after the thought.

Since when do I think Beth Chapel is cute?!

Panic started to rise in his chest at the revelation.  That was it, that was the feeling he couldn’t describe.

I like Beth.

“Rick?” Beth says his name, waving her hand in his face. “Are you there?”

“Uh,” he glances down at the messy table before him and reaches for her glasses.  “Sorry, you gave them to me, remember?”

She smiles at him and takes her glasses dangling from his fingers.  As she takes them their fingers brush and Rick feels a spark at the contact.  He retracts his hand as if she burned him and sits up straight looking away from her.

“I’ll um, go start the car.  See you downstairs.”  He tosses the last book he was reading onto the table and leaves without looking at her.

Beth watches him go, curious as to why he was acting so strangely.

If only she knew…

[samarasketch]

One More for the Road

Hournite Secret Santa for @gertstarlight from the Hournite Discord group!! 

Hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful 2023!!

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"Rick! What are you doing here?"

"Beth!" He stepped forward to greet her, but was careful to stay close to the walls so that they wouldn't obstruct the already-too-busy ER or delay anyone from getting the medical attention they needed.

He needed attention, but not that kind of attention.

"I've been looking for you all day."

Her eyes widened, jumping straight to the worst conclusion. Clearly, he was not reassuring enough. "Did something happen? Are you hurt? Do you need help--"

"No no no," he scrambled to relief her. "Nothing happened. I just wanted to see you."

Her expression shifted from confusion to surprise, then as his words sank in, a shyness took over her face.

"Oh."

Rick’s eyes darted to the gravel floor as he felt a heat rush up his neck. 

They’d been dating for a year, but he still wasn’t used to saying words of affection. Beth had been working him up towards it for the past few months, but ever since she took up the internship at the hospital, Rick had barely had the chance to see her. When he woke up today, he felt it deep within his bones that if he didn’t get to see her today, he’d probably combust. So, he came down to the hospital as early as he could, on the off chance that he could catch her on her break.

A crash of thunder jolted Rick from his thoughts. "Oh right, I almost forgot. I have something for you." He fished out a little box from his back pocket.

"Oh?"

“Is that all you’re going to say from now on? ‘Oh’?” The corner of his lips couldn’t help but lift up at the adorable look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"Oh. I mean-- No, I just--"

"I’m just teasing,” he chuckled as he fished out the small box from his back pocket. “Here.”

“For me?” she looked at it with wide eyes, gingerly taking the box from his hand. “That’s so thoughtful, Rick. But... what’s the occasion? It isn’t Christmas, or my birthday, or our--”

“Anniversary.” They said at the same time.

“Wait, it’s our anniversary?! So soon?” 

Rick nodded, rocking on the back of his heels. 

Her face fell. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket to check out the date. “Oh my gosh, you’re right! I can’t believe I forgot!”

He gave what he thought was a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. You’ve been so busy with your internship, I figured it would slip your mind.”

“I’m so sorry, Rick. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Now, open it.”

“Here? Now?”

He nodded.

She pouted. “But I wanted to open it when I get home--”

“I wanna know if you like it.”

“I love it!” She looked at him in that How dare you? way she had whenever anyone dared to talk bad about her boyfriend.

He couldn’t help laughing. “But you haven’t even opened it yet!”

“It’s from you, Rick! You know I’d love it no matter what it is!” She beamed reassuringly. 

“Open it. I want to see your reaction before I go.”

Thunder crashed and a light drizzle began.

“Come on,” he coaxed. “We don’t have much time if I’m going to make it back to the Pit-stop before the storm goes full swing.”

She huffed. “Oh, alright...”

A little owl pendant sat on a delicate gold chain. Tiny green gems lit up its eyes, giving it a look of gentle defiance as it caught the light and winked at her.

Beth gasped.

“D-do you like it?” He bit his bottom lip.

“I love it! Thanks Rick!” She beamed, the warmth of her smile radiating through every inch of her body. 

“Here, let me help you put it on.” 

She happily obliged, glad to have a piece of him with her after spending so much time apart.

He turned back to her. “Happy anniversary, Beth.”

“And happy anniversary to you too, Rick,” she said, reaching out to thread her fingers through his.

Another crash of thunder cracked through the air and the light drizzle became a heavy downpour.

“I should go now. I’ll come see you again soon, okay?” 

“Okay,” she sighed, letting go of his fingers reluctantly.

He took off his jacket, intending to use it as a makeshift umbrella, and stepped out into the rain. “See you soon, Beth!”

Just when he was about to take his third step in the rain, he heard a faint call of his name, nearly drowned out by the thundering storm.

“RICK!” 

He turned, only to see Beth hurrying toward him.

“W-wait, Beth! The rain! Your hair--”

“I don’t care,” she grinned, sidling up towards him. 

He held the jacket over her, “What...?”

“You forgot this!” she pulled his collar down towards her, leaned up...

... and kissed him.

Her lips felt warm in the cool rain, and he could taste a hint of... strawberries?

She was about to break apart when he caught her lips again between his own, and this time, he could taste the smile that cracked across her lips, the heat of her radiating through him, down to his very bones.

They broke apart after a few minutes, both completely drenched despite Rick’s jacket-umbrella.

He stared down at her dazedly and watched as sudden shyness overcame her.  Her eyes darted everywhere except at him, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to call this bold but shy woman in front of him his girlfriend. 

He breathed in a deep breath of the cool air, then asked...

“One more for the road?”

[sssssssim]

I know you

If Rick were to refuse her, she’d be sad but she wouldn’t push him. Beth knew him very well, which is why she figured out the perfect birthday gift, and still didn’t expect him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Beth x Rick, 2200 words

[wrathfulmercy]

i've never been touched like that before.

Prompts for intimate pillow talk from here @thesongbiird

“Mhm?” As if he didn’t hear it and realize the true meaning of it, Rick huffed before his head turnt to look at her laying in his arms with those big blues staring up at him in adoration. He always kept her away from him, shut her down whenever she tried to get close cause all he ever knew about himself was how much danger he provided in times like these. Getting involved with him would mean getting closer to death and being a threat to what they tried to built here. He shouldn’t have done it. Shouldn’t have given in to his own desires he kept a secret for so damn long every time he looked at her and still here they were and there was not a single kind of regret in his heart about having sex with her. If anything he was sure that he would do it again even if he shouldn’t.

“Never.” he repeated while his hand wandered to her face, running through her long hair to free her eyes from the sweaty strains that clung to her skin. “And how did it feel?” Did he do something wrong? Was she the one having regrets now after all this time she wanted it? Did he disappoint her? “Did I hurt you, Beth?” No, she would have said so and stopped him, wouldn’t she? But still he wondered if his rough hands could really provide anything else than roughness after all the blood he shed. “You only deserve the best and I wish that from now on this is the only way people will touch you.”

[thesongbiird]

Her words had given her away, confessing all her desires to him. Desires she didn't even fully understand. How was it possible to want things so badly when she didn't even comprehend them? Beth ached to be touched by him when she had never been so much as kissed before. And yet her body cried out for him, reacting to every move and every touch, every word. It was magnetic, like some unspoken force that went beyond either of them, some higher power pulling them together.

His deft fingertips danced across her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Beth had dreamed of this moment for so long and yet in all of her fantasies she knew exactly what to do and what to say and where to touch. Now that it was a reality she found herself frozen, entirely at the mercy of him and all she wanted was for him to take charge, to make her his, he already owned her heart and soul. Now all that was left was for him to take ownership of her body.

She shivered as his fingers crept up her skirt towards untouched flesh and she felt herself begin to ache at her core, desperate for more. But more of what? She didn't even know, she only wanted him to teach her. Whimpering, she answered his hushed questions. "No one. It's only you. No one's ever touched me or kissed me. I meant it when I said that I'm yours. Only yours."

Squirming a little out of embarrassment she realises that he's right. Wetness has pooled in her cotton panties and she can feel it threatening to escape and drip down her leg. "I--I am, do you want to feel it? I want you to do anything you want to me. I want to be so good for you. Better than her."

@wrathfulmercy

Continued from here

"This is right, and you know it. How could it be wrong when I feel like this about you?"

She had known Rick for a long time, but it was only recently that her feelings had begun to change toward him and develop into something she had never experienced before. It had started slowly, gentle touches and small glances her way would cause her heart to flutter and her cheeks to burn. It was just a crush, that's what she had told herself, but one night they had been alone together in his car and her confession came spilling out and for just a second he looked at her like he wanted to lean in and kiss her. He didn't. He wouldn't. Because he was a good man who was married and was loyal to the woman he had made his vows to. But in that moment, Beth saw it in his eyes. He wanted to kiss her. And ever since then, she hadn't been able to get him out of her head.

"No one would notice us slip away for a little bit, I just want to talk. I feel like you've been avoiding me."

[baxndaid]

rick sanchez x reader

headcannons or something idk i like old men read my stanford x readers here too x <- POLL AT THE END !!

- you’re probably a family friend, you come over every once in a while to supervise morty and summer while jerry and beth try to rekindle their failing marriage

- you do a horrible job because the kids always end up sneaking out with their grandpa to kill some god or something absurd like that

- your oblivious, rick isn’t necessarily cold towards you, just indifferent

- he would rather be elsewhere than in the living room talking to some random person that beth insists on having in her house

- one day you catch them sneaking out and probably hide inside of the trunk of ricks car(?) because curiosity killed the cat or something like that

- the cars system would probably inform him that he has an unexpected visitor and your caught red handed, now inside the passenger seat with morty and his grandfather

- awkward would not be enough to describe what that whole journey was

- rick would berate you for being so stupid, telling you that you had no survival skills getting into strangers cars like that

- morty sat in silence, disappointed that he couldn’t go to “boob world” or whatever he called it

- you see, you’re a professional glazer

- it’s not even unintentional like you’re genuinely super impressed by this guy what the fuck do you mean he’s fucked a planet?? crazy work me next

- he decides to keep you around to stroke his ego, it’s refreshing to have someone who’s not always busting his balls about morality and space laws

- and having someone as attractive as you worship him like a god sounded good to him

- after a while he’ll definitely enjoy your company but pretend he’s super cool and suave , pretending that he’s not excited to spend some time with you

- morty gets a little concerned at the fact that his grandpa has taken a liking to you, with with beth

- they know what he’s like, he’s brash and cold one minute, and a little normal the next

- they eventually give in though, they’ve never seen him so calm before, maybe you’ll change him and his chaotic ways

- (you can’t and you won’t)

- he’s super distant when he realises he might have genuine feelings for you, it’s not like him at all to feel all mushy

- truth is, he’s lonely, he’s sad, he’s afraid that things won’t work out, something bad happens to you etc, then he’s back to being lonely

- yeah he’ll probably be a little mean to you at first, to try and scare you off

- doesn’t work, so he gives up with the sass

- definitely builds you little trinkets and machines now and then

- you have no time to mow the lawn? he’s going to build self mowing grass for you (it’s a little sad)

- always stuck in traffic? he’s tinkered with your car and now whenever you drive by a traffic light it’ll always be green (so many casualties)

- too cold today? he’s going to discreetly push the sun a little closer to the earth, juuust a smidge

- he definitely butt dials you when he’s drunk only to cry on your lap until he sobers up and then pretends nothing happened, if he tells you anything particularly sensitive then your memories about it are going bye-bye

- it would take a lot for him to confess, for real

- normally though you’ll probably find a bunch of voice mails from him, he sounds rough and panicky, like he’s about to die in some stupid mission (you could always near morty crying in the background)

- he’ll tell you that he loves you, and that you make him forget about how much he hates himself

- forget about that though because in the very next voice mail he sounds normal again and is telling you to ignore what the last message said

- do not ignore it pls

- do something subtle but nice, like bake or cook him something, or buy him a new lab coat, anything

- he’ll probably get the hint soon

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ wild at heart ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ rick grimes x greene!reader headcanons

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ as the middle greene sister, you possessed the fierce loyalty of maggie, the eldest, tempered by the gentle quietude of beth, the youngest. the bond between the greene sisters was as thick as the bark of an oak tree, strong and enduring. though you welcomed a few close friends into your life, it was in the company of maggie and beth that you discovered solace and understanding, a sanctuary from the world. you and beth being the daughters of your father’s second wife made no difference to maggie, all that mattered was that you were flesh and blood, a greene.

╰┈➤ when the outbreak began, your world unraveled. acquaintances and friends went missing or left the georgia countryside, resources were scarce and so your focus on your education was abandoned for the sake of your family, you could not leave your father’s farm, it wasn’t safe, despite your father’s belief in that a cure could be found. your days were spent hauling haystacks and knelt over the rich soil, your skin burning beneath the scorching rays of the sun.

╰┈➤ it had been a peaceful morning when he arrived, a man stained in his dying son’s blood and blue eyes clouded with terror. you were drinking chamomile tea on the porch with maggie when your brother-in-law, otis, came rushing, gasping for air, yelling that a boy had been accidentally shot in the chest and needed medical treatment. maggie would go find your father, you would go help the man with his son. he said nothing then as you took the pallid boy in your arms, you would briefly look into the eyes of the man. his gaze and the distress etched onto his white face told of the love he bore for his young son.

╰┈➤ you would not learn his name until later that night, the man was rick grimes, once a sheriff from a nearby county. in the spare room where the boy had been laid for your father to deal with the bullet shards in his chest, rick had been sat by his son’s side since he arrived. with his head hung low and skin drained dry of color, he would speak to you as you inserted the needle into the crook of his elbow for the blood transfusion. “when will your father begin with the operation?” rick slurred out. he had given far more than the safe amount of blood, you would not answer his question concerning the procedure as you were unsure and didn’t want to worry him any further, but you would warn him about the danger of donating more blood. as weak as he was, rick shook his head and stuck his arm out for the next transfusion, stating that carl was his son, his life was worth little without his family.

╰┈➤ when shane broke the news that otis was mauled by walkers on the mission to retrieve the necessary supplies to save carl’s life, you broke down in tears. maggie was left distraught and left the farmhouse to grieve on the porch, beth locked herself in her bedroom and wept all night, you would go on to assist in the bullet fragment removal in spite of your anguish, you had responsibilities that could not be forgotten in the name of misery. rick would come find you after the operation had been completed successfully, “i’m sorry about otis, he was a good man.” the grave weight of his tone left no doubt of his sincerity. you thanked him for kindness and expressed that you were simply grateful otis had not died in vain, but to save a child’s life.

╰┈➤ life returned to its more mundane state, only it was not only her family present, but rick grimes and the entirety of his group, living half a mile or so from the family farm. you had met some of them, but it was rick grimes who caught your interest. he was a true southern man, family-oriented and self-righteous in his beliefs, but you didn’t find that to be an unappealing characteristic. you were coming to realize that in dire times such as these, honor was something humanity desperately needed to cling onto.

╰┈➤ maggie knew you as if you were the palm of her hand, she would tease you endlessly for your little crush on the former sheriff. flustered, you would retort by bringing up her growing relationship with glenn rhee, to which maggie would toss an apple at you for your mockery. you were somewhat ashamed and tried your best to keep your affection for rick buried in your heart, as not only was he two decades your senior, but he was married to a woman named lori and had a young child. though there were times when you questioned how happy his relationship with his wife was, but you figured it was your fascination with him that clouded your judgment.

╰┈➤ you tried your best to push aside your feelings for rick, but days turned into weeks, and your sentiments toward him only became more serious. you were shy around him, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor which was lively and friendly. rick would go on to jest, saying, “you’re as quiet as a damn mouse.” the mirth in his eyes meant he was only joking, but your father would overhear this conversation in passing. when rick left to go deal with personal matters, your father would stop you, warning you that you should stay away from rick grimes. when you argued that he was a good man and your relationship with him was innocuous, your father shook his head, telling you they would have to leave sooner or later, he was responsible for his family, not for these strangers who indulged in their strained resources. you would accuse your father of being inhumane, of essentially sending them away to die, and would refuse to speak to him the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ you would come to find out that because of a botched plan to secretly meet between maggie and glenn your father’s secret barn harboring walkers was discovered by rick and his group. rick’s so-called best friend, shane, demanded with a great deal of aggression that all the walkers be slaughtered for everyone’s safety, but these were your friends and family. your father had explained these people were merely ailing, and that once he found a way to treat them, they would return to their previous state, a notion you were becoming to doubt. yet, you still held to a sliver of hope that your mother and your brother could be saved. rick came to confront you about this revelation when you were returning from the chicken coop, “you knew the entire time? and you didn’t say anything?” the question angered you, and for the first time since he had arrived, you were not so enamored by his charm. you answered that your father knew his best how to handle his affairs and went about your daily routine of chores, but you would be distracted as you picked root vegetables and swept the kitchen floor.

╰┈➤ it was the next morning you woke to the sound of gunfire and wailing, terrified, you hastily pull on your leather boots and head outside to find your father’s barn full of walkers, its old wood tattered by bullets and the rotten corpses of family and friends left on the gritty dirt. shane walsh had decided to take matters into his own hands and kill every walker in the barn. you collapsed seeing beth cradling your mother’s barely recognizable corpse. rick would rush to get you to your feet, trying desperately to reassure you, but you pushed him aside and crawled to your sister’s side. when your mother’s corpse began to twitch and her jaw hung open, growling, she reached out to grip beth with thin claws, rick would raise his pistol and shoot her in the head. you then came to grasp what a walker truly was, they were not alive nor sick, that creature who attempted to kill your sister was not your mother, your mother was dead, your brother was dead, the corpses you saw were a monstrous husk of what your loved ones once were.

╰┈➤ your father would disappear from the farm, presumably to return to alcohol to cope, and beth was left in a catatonic state. you stayed in the farmhouse, isolating yourself as you tried to come to terms with what had occurred. it was later that evening when there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you were surprised to open it and reveal a rather fatigued rick grimes, standing there with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. he asked if he could come inside and you let him in. you donned only a lace nightgown that fell right below your knee and your long hair was worn loose, tumbling about your shoulders. “i wanted to say how sorry i am for what went down today. i might have been wary about the barn situation, but what shane did… that was no way to handle this.” you were silent for a minute, then told him that he was right about the walkers, they weren’t sick, they weren’t alive, and you couldn’t comprehend how her father didn’t know that. you questioned if he was perhaps in denial, unable to deal with his wife and son’s passing. rick was uncertain himself, but assured you that regardless of any mistakes your father made, he loved you and your sisters dearly. with tears welling in your eyes, rick would instinctively pull you in for an embrace in an attempt to console you, an act that was unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means.

╰┈➤ when he pulled away, you bid him farewell and wished him a good night, kissing him lightly on the cheek before he left. he smiled at you, “i’ll have your father back at home before dawn.” his gaze lingering on you before he headed for the doorway. maggie happened to come to check on you as rick left, he acknowledged her with a nod and headed for the staircase. your sister cast you a harsh glare, saying while she trusted you and rick, you should be cautious in such treacherous times, that others might not see their relationship as so innocent, especially his wife. you didn’t say anything, maggie gave you one last bit of advice before leaving, “don’t let a married man in your room at night.”

a/n: i apologize if this was a little light on the romance, however if you guys to do wish to see multiple parts i promise there would definitely be more between rick and the greene sister! let me know if you want to see a certain era such as the prison arc or alexandria arc, i chose the greene farm for the setting as season two is my personal favorite from the walking dead. i also write for many other the walking dead characters so be sure to check out my masterlist and let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[zomb-core]

MASTERLIST ,, the walking dead ,, rules & other masterlists

IMMUNE ,, carl grimes x female reader

HURT ,, carl grimes x female reader

A TRIM ,, carl grimes x female reader ( 🦋 most popular )

NOT MY FATHER ,, carl grimes x female walsh!reader

TO SEE THE STARS ,, carl grimes x female reader

HARD TO LOVE ,, carl grimes x female reader

SCARS ,, carl grimes x female reader

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

ik this isn't new or anything but the fact that aside from morty, the whole smith/sanchez house is canonically queer is so freaking cool! seriously how did this show amass so many anti sjw reddit ass men as a fanbase when 80% of the main characters are queer? i think summer got a female love interest in 2019 and beth's whole sapphic horse girl thing happened last season, but jerry and rick have been canon since season 2.

like idk im just saying this show is awfully gay and has been for a while. i genuinely don't get it when i see people bitching about rick and morty going woke or whatever.

i don't have anything like intellectual to say about the representation or queer themes in the show, it just makes me happy. having a family sitcom where the family is a fruit basket with one token straight isn't exactly a common occurrence, and it just so happens that's what my family's like. shoutout to morty and my mother, we love our allies

season 7 spoilers

YESSSSSS summer gf arc?

anyways i doubt she's coming back i just think it'd be pretty sick and dope if she did

[sluttyhenley]

THE WALKING DEAD "Alone" | "The Next World"

[t0rturedangel]

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐂-𝟏𝟑𝟕 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎-𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 / 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘹𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 / 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬…

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦)

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮', 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳- 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝘢 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

› 〉OTHER CHARACTERS THAT HAVE NOT BEEN MENTIONED HERE CAN ALSO BE REQUESTED

[pink-bird-30]

Welp, it is finally here...

I was so motived to get this done that I finally figured out how to post on Ao3!

You can also read my story on my FF.Net 

Summary:

Sometimes love doesn't happen over night. Sometimes it happened slowly, building over months, maybe even years. And then it happens. The one moment that changes two lives forever...but what if that love was only meant for two souls and no one else? A retelling of all three seasons of Stargirl and Rick and Beth have a secret they only know about...

As always, Happy Reading!

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It was another boring lunch period.

Rick tosses his brown bagged lunch onto the stained cafeteria table and drapes his bag on the same faded busted yellow chair he’s sat in since freshman year.  The cafeteria was overcrowded with almost every student, the loud gossip coming from the popular table where he could clearly see Cindy Burman and her clan.  The jocks cheering at whatever Artemis Crock was saying about last night’s football game…and then there was Beth.

Rick shakes his head as he listens to Beth talk to her parents while she eats her expensive looking salad.  He side-eyes her, seeing she’s wearing her favorite yellow cardigan and sunflower top with black jeans.  Rick wishes he didn’t recognize this as her favorite outfit, but he’s been sitting next to her for as long as he could remember.  The only new addition to their table was Yolanda Montez.  But she’s even quieter than Rick is when it comes to Beth’s animated conversation with her clearly uninterested parents.

“Mr. Deisinger said my art is really improving!”  Beth says excitedly.  “He says I did a great job making strawberries look very realistic.”  She takes a bit of her salad.  “How have your day’s been?”

Rick zones out like he usually does when Beth’s parents start to talk back to her.  Their typical tones sound tired and forced.  Part of him feels bad hearing the bland replies.  He chances a glance in her direction, seeing her eyes dim ever so lightly, losing their excitement.  It’s always made Rick angry how hard Beth tries to have a relationship with her parents and they don’t even take the time to appreciate her.

If his parents were still around, he wouldn’t take it for granted either.

As lunch drones, Beth finally hangs up with her parents and pulls out a thick textbook and starts to read.  Rick looks up from his phone when he hears the thick text hit the table.  He watches as she highlights and scribbles notes down in her notebook ferociously, like she was in a whole different world.  

Unknowingly, Rick smirks to himself at her attention to detail and glances back down at his phone, not realizing the third member of the table witnessing the moment.

Rick Tyler likes Beth Chapel?

Yolanda was glad for the distraction and tucked away the information for future use.

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Lunch continued the same for the first part of the fall semester until a new student named Courtney Whitmore joins their table in mid-October.

Right away Rick was not happy.  But if Rick wasn’t happy about something, it meant Beth was definitely all for it.

He isn’t one to accept change easily and having this new bubbly California energy joining their ‘loser table’, as Cindy put it, was not going well for him.

“Hi!  I’m Courtney.”

“Hi!  I’m Beth!”  Beth’s annoyingly sweet voice sang.  “This is Rick Harris and Yolanda Montez.”

Rick glares at Beth wondering why she would even bother introducing him.  It’s not like they are friends...Rick wasn’t sure what they were, but regardless, he didn’t want to know Courtney.

“Oh, are you all friends?”  Courtney asks as she sets her tray on the table and pulls out the seat closest to Yolanda.

“No.” Rick’s gruff voice mumbles.

Courtney pokes at her fruit salad.  “Then why do you sit here?”

“Oh!”  Beth puts her sandwich down and wipes her hands on her napkin.  “This is the ‘loser’ table.  As Cindy Burman says.”

Yolanda scoffs as she pushes away from the table, leaving her lunch behind, and storms from the cafeteria.

“Beth…”  Rick rolls his eyes at her blunt response and grabs his bag.  “What Cindy says is crap, don’t listen to her.”  He walks past Beth, his shoulders tense and angry as he pushes past a group of jocks and out of the cafeteria.

Beth watches him leave and Courtney takes note of the sad look clouding her face.

“Rick and you seem like friends…” Courtney mumbles.  “He seems to be a loss less ‘grrr’ around you.”

Beth shrugs and takes another bite of her ham and cheese sandwich.  “I’ve known Rick since elementary school.  We’re not friends but were also not not friends either.”

The blond stares at her in confusion.  “What do you mean?”

Beth sighs.  “Look, Rick is complicated for many reasons, but we’ve been sitting together for as long as I can remember.”  Courtney can tell Beth is nervous talking about Rick almost as if she—

Almost as if she has a crush on him…

Courtney tucks away that piece of information for later…

“But you’ve never hung out or anything?  There must be something fun to do around this place!”  Courtney whines.  “I mean, c’mon this town is so dull.”

Beth gives her a sad smile, “I’m not the best person to ask what is ‘fun’ to do around here.  I’m not exactly popular.”

Courtney gathered as much but there was a reason why she sat at this table today.  There had to be.

Beth and Courtney sit in silence for the rest of lunch and go their separate ways once the bell rings.

As Beth walks down the hallway to math, she passes Rick leaning against his locker reading a book.  She chances a glance in his direction, not knowing why she did, and he happens to look up at the same time.  Beth gives him a small smile and continues down the hallway to math.

Not knowing why, Rick pushes away from his locker and walks to catch up with Beth.

“Beth, wait.”  he catches her before she entered her classroom.  She looks up at him in surprise.  Why was he speaking to her outside of the cafeteria?  “I- um,” it dawns on him that he’s never actually spoken to Beth before.  “Sorry, I was a jerk before.”

Beth pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and smiles, “It’s okay!”

“Cool.” The warning bell rings.  “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” he says before walking away.  For some reason, he could feel his heart racing long after he’s sitting in English class listening to the teacher drone on about Of Mice and Men.

[ancestralpinkie]

I've been planning a kind of fanfic about Rick Sanchez for a long time, but I need opinions.

Do you think Rick could fall in love with someone else again, despite what he went through with Diane?

If you answer me with your fundamentals or simply a yes or no, I would appreciate it. 😩

[angrypeacepoetry]

Nobody understands just how much I am Beth Greene early twd season coded I am

[wrathfulmercy]

❛  what if anyone finds out about us ?  ❜

Forbidden love sentence starters from here @thesongbiird

Rick had always been scared of that possibility but of course it was reasonable for her to ask it anyways. What he usually shoved away to enjoy their time, was something that must have been present in her mind whenever she had a second with clear thoughts and not an orgasm ruining her brain. “Then I’ll protect you.” he hushed as if it was just a simple thing to say when in reality this could be harder than that.

Softly he kept caressing her hair, kept running his fingertips along her face while she looked at him those big questioning eyes, but all Rick could do in return was smile at her and lean in to place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll not let anything happen to you Beth. When it comes out we talk about it and you decide where you want this to go, alright?” He said it with such a calm confident voice that he was nearly able to believe himself but would he really be able to react that way when it happened? They probably would see then.