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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.
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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?
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anyways i doubt she's coming back i just think it'd be pretty sick and dope if she did
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18plusrick · 5 months
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welcome rickfucker class of 2024
elephant in the room: this blog isn't exactly the most tumblr friendly so i gotta be careful about stuff but you know what we're doing here. this is exactly what it says on the tin, block if you're not interested.
so heyyy if you know any other blogs or twitter pages that post/repost spicy rick content without including r1ck0rty and the like, please let me know about em.
no underage or incest shit here. unless you count rickcest or jerrick as incest
right now im tagging for ships, different ricks, and trans rick but if there's anything you want me to tag just ask
ships and content warning under the cut
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solo ricks, rickcest, prickcest, stanchez, jerrick, birdrick, rick x unity, rick x reader (x viewer? i mostly reblog pictures, not fanfic, but whatever). there's also the occasional oc, self insert, or random alien.
tentacles, omorashi, blood including both bleeding wounds and menstrual blood, drugs alcohol and cigarettes, needles, bdsm (maybe? idrk what counts but there's pain stuff and like binds and leather), probably spoilers
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gra55-tast3bad · 5 months
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So uhm while I was drawing Diane while blasting my music in my earphones the next song comes in and it's "I love you so" by Walters and it made me cry because of ricks unconditional love for diane....
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Btw this is my drawing theres a fricking smuge on it👺
Here's some other characters too☺️
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Unity's hair is unmatched cuz I didint have that color.
I made them into stickers to put them on my clear phone case. what do you guys think?
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skarianavia · 3 months
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deadqueerboys · 6 months
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M/n: *screaming*
Summer: What happend?
Morty: Unity just-
M/n: *screaming louder*
Morty: Unity flirted with Rick... again.
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sseasia · 6 months
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Just boyfriends and girlfriend spending time together🥺
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heartnotez · 1 month
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Imagine: Reconnecting w/Rick
The Rick you’d known was abrasive, manipulative, and apathetic. He only had one goal, he had very little that had truly mattered.
Your relationship was one of chaos, of pure attraction and rampant selfishness. You both lived live to the fullest, breaking ties, making enemies and not truly trusting anyone. There was a love that you both shared that was fast and loose. The both of you could lose yourselves on benders that wouldn’t stop if it weren’t for an enemy shooting at you or the Galactic federation crashing a party.
It had ended when you’d wanted something deeper than an unrestrained affair, something deeper than partying until one of you got shot, than saving each other only to return to the same dangers. He hadn’t felt the same, clouded by his past and the inability to let go and move on. He couldn’t give you what you wanted, he wouldn’t change for anyone.
Or so you thought. It had been years since you’d seen him, his long hair now stuck out, shorter than before, the stubble on his face replaced with a clean shave, and his vest was nowhere to be found. Instead a white scientist coat replaced it, and he wore khaki pants. He looked older yes, but the bags under his eyes had disappeared, he looked good.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for what he’d say, the way his face softened as he saw you. He quickly crossed the room to where you were, stopping infront of you and his hands beginning to widen for a hug. But he quickly settled his hands down.
You decide to initiate the hug, and you hear him release a breath he’d been holding into your hair and wraps a hand around you, resting his hand on your waist.
“Hi.. it’s been a while.” He says a bit awkwardly as you both step apart, the hand that had rested on your hip now held one of your hands, he softly massaged his thumb on your palm.
“You look good.” You say, giving him a gentle smile. The smile spreads to his face, and he compliments your appearance as well, “you haven’t aged at all day..”
“I uh.. went back… home I mean, to my family, or uh.. a version of them I guess, I’ve been living there for a while now.” He tells you, and the surprise on your face is palpable. “I know, I found him, Rick prime, I finally got him.” Mixed emotions churned in your stomach, but the overwhelming relief that he was okay was triumphant. You gave him a small smile, “I’m glad you’re okay, it couldn’t have been easy.”
An imperceptible look was on his face but he gave a weak smile, and continued to softly hold your hand.
“Would you want to grab a drink?”
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ive had Rick and Morty brainrot since the new season came out, so have this imagine about Rick! Based on episode 3 of season 7 and ricks relationship with Unity! let me know if you guys would want to see more
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Rick And Morty Masterlist
Notes: Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for.
Codes
🦋 = Headcannons
💄 = Fem Reader
☘️ = GN Reader
🌷 = Fic
🖤 = Angst
🏳️‍🌈 = Gay
✨= Fluff
🌚 = NSFW
Rick Sanchez
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Just For Research ☘️🌚🌷
Beth Smith
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To Be Continued…
Space! Beth Sanchez
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To Be Continued…
Unity
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To Be Continued…
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rsanchezslut · 2 months
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Yes this is a gorls support gorls page but I think meeting Unity only a couple months in to dating Rick would be SOOO wild. Like, of course you don't wanna be jealous of their history with him, and they're too... professional, per se, to be aggravated by you....
but Rick doing some rick type shit where he leaves you alone w/ them for a while and you just kinda sit there together in silence.........
They're like... "so. How much of his history do you know?
And you're like. "Um. How much do you know?"
And it's just so .... skjfhadkjsfha
(plus Morty being all nervous by the thought of you guys fighting... trying to placate you both.... LMFAO it's so. Morty. You're 14!!)
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Rick with Diane and Mr Nimbus (ft. some pansexual panic™)? In MY sketchbook? More likely than you think.
I was going to draw just them but why stop there?
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I needed to get out of an artblock and Rick just collects exes like Pokémons so I also drew him and Unity.
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Bonus: Obligatory Birdrick because I can't resist drawing those two idiots.
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Unpopular Opinion Meme | Accepting
im not really too big on the rick and stanley pines ship, sorry
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i did some adding on to my rnm playlist and thought id share. a couple songs are there for morty vibes but it's mostly just rick and an assortment of ships with him, rick/diane, rick/unity, (p)rickcest, and birdrick. and no i didn't put any songs on here just because i like them and they happen to have a space theme, i have no idea what you're talking about
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thewalkingthread · 6 months
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I Do - R.G.
pairing: rick grimes x f!reader
summary: you and rick finally tie the knot
warnings: fluff, rick's a softie, implied smut but no actual smut
a/n: might be doing one for Daryl too if it's wanted! not proofread
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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm and golden glow over the Alexandria Safe-Zone. It was a day unlike any other, a day filled with hope and celebration, a day that you had been waiting for a long time – your wedding day.
You never thought you'd get married in general. Then the world fell apart and the door was slammed completely shut with the key tossed into the ocean. You never could've imagined getting married in what the world has become. Especially to Rick Grimes.
As the community bustled with preparations, you stood in front of a full-length mirror in your simple yet elegant white dress. As silly as it sounds, you went on multiple runs with Maggie and Daryl to find a dress you liked. It sounds stupid really, the world is infested with walkers and you're out looking for a wedding dress. Nevertheless, everyone insisted that you find a dress that makes you feel special. Dead world or not, you're getting married and they wanted it to be perfect for you and Rick.
Your heart raced with anticipation, your hands trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. Maggie stood behind you, combing through your hair and pinning it back.
"You really do look beautiful, hon." Maggie smiled, at you through the mirror.
In another part of Alexandria, Rick was dressed in a suit, straightening his tie with a determined expression. The weight of his responsibility as the leader of their community had never been greater, but today, it was all about the love he shared with you. Nothing else mattered.
As the time approached, you made your way to the makeshift outdoor altar, where their friends and fellow survivors had gathered. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, and the atmosphere was filled with a sense of unity and joy.
You saw him before he saw you. Carl was by your side, your arm looped through his as you held a makeshift bouquet of wildflowers. The chatter died down when the crowd noticed you approaching. You let out an awkward chuckle. You've been leading this community with Rick, you've spoken to every single one of these people. Yet their gaze on you left you shifting uncomfortably in your spot.
Carl's hand lands on yours. "It's okay. If you fall, I'll make sure to fall harder." He teases, offering me some reassurance.
When Rick locks eyes with you, he is utterly captivated. You walked down the aisle with as steadily as you can, your eyes locked onto his. The love that passed between you was palpable, a connection that had survived the darkest of days. Everyone could feel it. Rick's eyes watered as you started the trek towards him. You could tell he was trying his best to fight it, but you noticed the quiver in his lips and the way he wiped his eyes as quickly as possible.
You reached the end of the aisle, Carl handing you off to his father, he kisses your cheek and shakes hands with his dad, a sight that causes the audience to chuckle amongst themselves.
Rick grasps yours hands in his, giving them a squeeze as he looks you up and down. "Absolutely stunning." He whispers, loud enough for you to hear.
As you stood before Gabe, you and Rick exchanged your vows, promises of love and support that had grown stronger through the trials and tribulations you had faced together. Your friends watched with smiles and teary eyes, grateful for this moment of happiness in a world so often plagued by despair.
The exchange of rings sealed your commitment, and Gabe smiled, "By the power vested in me and in the presence of your friends and family, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Rick sealed your union with a passionate kiss, swooping your body close to him as his lips molded against yours. Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.
The celebration continued well into the night, with music, dancing, and a feast prepared by the members of Alexandria. It was a day of joy, unity, and a reminder that love could still flourish in the darkest of times.
Music played through speakers as people enjoyed themselves. Couples and friends gathered on the dance floor, surrounding you and Rick as you swayed to the slow song.
You looked up at Rick with an abundance of love in your eyes. Your hand clasped onto his with his other hand holding you close on the small of your back.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Mrs. Grimes?" Rick's voice is low, his lips stay hovering over yours as you swayed.
"You have," You nod. "But say it again." You smile.
"You look beautiful," He hums, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.
"The other part." You insist. Rick raises an eyebrow.
"Mrs. Grimes?" He questions. You smile, pressing your lips against his.
"Don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it." You bite your lip.
A smile spreads on Rick's face. "Don't think I'll e'er get tired of sayin it," He agrees.
His eyes linger at the crowd, people were getting drunk. Daryl had found a bunch of alcohol on his last run. Normally we wouldn't bother to bring it back, but apparently a wedding calls for all the alcohol.
"Think they'll notice if we sneak off?" He whispers against your ear. "You look amazing in this dress but it's taking everything in me not to rip it off of you right now." He grunts.
Your thighs squeeze together at his words, glancing around. You shake your head, "Let's get out of here." Your tugging on his hand instantly, leading him off the dance floor and towards the houses.
You pass Michonne and Daryl on the way. They both raise their beer glasses up to you, knowing exactly where it is you're about to run off to.
"Better not have meh runnin for formula in 9 months!" Daryl hollers after you two. You both send him a middle finger before running off towards your house.
His hands are on you the moment the front door slams shut. He's unzipping your dress, shoving it down your body as fast as he can.
"Should-" He kisses you between words. "Pick it-" Kiss. "Up." Kiss. "Carl wi-"
"Carl and Judith's staying at Daryl's tonight. He knows better than to sleep here on our wedding night." Rick grunt's. His hands grip the back of your thighs before hoisting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses on your chest, clumsily making his way up the stairs to your bedroom.
"Careful, cowboy." You giggle as he stumbles on a few steps. He tosses you on the bed, immediately undoing his tie as he admires your naked body.
"How'd I get so lucky?" He hums.
You smile, "Come show me how lucky you are."
Rick falls on top of you, his arms on either side of you, holding him up. "Oh I plan to. Hope you've got enough energy. You're not going to be getting much sleep tonight, darlin."
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gra55-tast3bad · 4 months
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He listened to Rick....
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saunne · 5 months
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HSR THEORY - PENACONY AND THE FAMILY
Okay so when I saw Penacony, it made me awfully think of something but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what. Until this morning.
For a bit of context, let's review quickly what we know.
The introduction to Penacony is as follow :
Penacony, also known as the Planet of Festivities, is a planet currently inhabited by the Family in the Asdana star system.
It is said that it was once a prison planet owned by the IPC, until a Stellaron corrosion broke out, a bit like what happened on Jarilo VI. When it happened, Penacony took refuge under The Family and Xipe's patronage.
This prison used to work for the Garden of Recollection to retrieve Memory Bubbles and since it's Fuli domain, linked to memory and all that is unconscious/subconscious, Penacony gradually became a "dream-planet" cutted off from reality, with people's consciousness linked in dreams.
It was the over-present theme of dreams/memory and dream nation that made me go 🤨 the first time but nothing clicked until I went to check who the fuck was The Family. And soon enough, things started to feel strange.
In the vision of the Harmony, the diverse civilizations throughout the universe will eventually become as close as siblings, singing in unison the hymn of unity and joy.
They come from different worlds, belong to different civilizations, and have different identities, but they are, at the same time, the closest family members there are. There is never noisy disputes or even contradictions among its members, only eternal love and smiles — there is no more harmonious family in the universe than them.
Yeah. It sounds good, right ? Who doesn't want interstellar peace and happiness (except Nanook and their followers) ?
But at the same time, the tone of all that, it sounds a bit like a sect doesn’t it ? It seems a bit too good to be true, to be honest.
And it's when I got the Eureka moment of "what does it make me think of" if I may say so.
LOTOPHAGOI.
Also more commonly known as : Lotus-eaters.
In Greek Mythology, in Homer's Odyssey, the Lotus-eaters were a race of people known for their consumption of lotus seeds, a powerful narcotic that made them live in a peaceful apathy.
"Peaceful apathy" hm ? Interesting.
It is believed that this lotus could have been Nymphea caerula, also known as the "blue lotus" of the Nile, used by Egyptian to produce a soporific with psychotropic properties.
Soporific as in "dream inducing". Penacopy being a dream-nation, it's when I started getting suspicious. But then, psychotropic : a psychotropic drug is one that affects mood, thoughts, perception and behavior.
"There is never noisy disputes or even contradictions among its members, only eternal love and smiles". Yeah, well I personally believe they're high as fucking kites.
One of the most interesting things however is what happened after consuming the lotus : "After they ate the lotus, they would forget their home and loved ones and long only to stay with their fellow lotus-eaters. Those who ate the plant never cared to report or return." (x)
What did it say about the Family, hmmmm ?
And it gets even worse !
People are also curious whether any members of the Family had grown tired of the one and voluntarily abandoned the Path of Harmony? In the face of such a question, the Family smiles and replies “Never."
Yeah. I don't really feels like it's a good idea to go on Penacony anymore ?
Because an old prison-planet ? Cut off from reality and heavily linked to dream-state ? Under the full control of The Family ?
"The Family at Penacony issued formal invitations to many galactic factions for the first time in history."
And they invited a whole lot of important people too, how curious !
Addendum:
The universe will become a harmonious whole, with no discordant notes to disrupt the beautiful chords and no fools worrying about their own short-sighted futures.
Do you all know Percy Jackson? Well guess what Rick Riordan did of the Lotophagoi ? A fancy Hotel-Casino in which you got trapped and lost sense of time, without ever wanting to leave !
Planet of Festivities ? Casino ? Anyone ?
Yeah.
Well if they propose to you any suspicious flower-looking food or seeds or anything, same rule as in the Underworld : Do not fucking eat it.
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itsgrimeytime · 1 month
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Magnolia in May (Part Thirty Two) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU
Parts 1-20, 21-30, 31...
Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker @misatmosfear
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker
AVAILABLE ON AO3
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Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.
Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.
TW: a little kissing, mention of alcohol.
[[A/N: girl this story is my babyyyy. And so is this Rick, but that's irrelevant. Thanks for reading !!! ]]
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"Of course," you answered, unhesitatingly.
Without a word, he placed Judith off his lap and she scampered over to Maggie -who was now holding a bouquet, a makeshift one.
Standing, he allowed you through first, slipping a hand to open the door for you -ever so gentlemanly. He was acting as if you'd be frustrated with him, and you supposed in time you would but now? You were rather delighted he'd make it to his own wedding.
Your wedding.
You weren't sure how to explain that exactly, however. So you merely grabbed onto his arm, as you always did -something in your stomach fluttered (you had missed him very much), and allowed him to guide you. He didn't stop anywhere as usual, instead venturing into his far office -the one where he told you of Judith's upbringing.
You pursed your lips at the twisted moment, it was a mix of emotions then and even now.
Allowing you to sit, he quickly drew the curtains to shed the sunlight -it was still rather bright, and on the same footing, guided the door shut. It wasn't exactly frowned upon, now that you were engaged, but not exactly supported with the highest spirits either. You were suddenly rather worried that this was far more serious than expected.
"Mr. Grimes?" You offered as he stood rather aimlessly in the middle of the room -almost looking as if he was to begin pacing, "-Please, sit down."
He paused, eyes rising from the floor, before with a long sigh, obeying your request. He sat incredibly close, and you found it rather comforting to feel his body warmth against you again. The familiar woodsy scent bubbling up your nose, you took a deep inhale.
Moving your hands to rest upon his forearm, you absent-mindedly traced the creases and folds of the fabric of his coat, which he had yet to shed.
"You do not have to tell me if you don't wish to."
It was soft, the gentlest sort of whisper, just for his ears and to soothe as greatly as you could. You found he had relaxed ever so slightly under your touch, his shoulders smoothing out the tension without so much as another breath.
"I do wish to, desperately," he confronted, blue eyes lingering on yours, "-I feel I owe it to you-"
"You don't owe me anything, Mr. Grimes. I am eager to respect any personal boundaries necessary."
"And," he tsked, with a hint of a smile, "-I want you to know. I want you to know everything I do, in unity."
Instead of combating such a claim, you took him at his word, "Okay, as long as your certain."
"Very certain," he remarked, before something shifted in his eyes -you suddenly remembered how close his face was to yours, "-I just... I need to do something first."
You opened your mouth to ask what exactly, before his eyes dipped to the movement. Slow and hooded, he looked at you suddenly like a switch had flicked in his brain.
Oh.
"Well, I'd be very delighted to accompany you," you smiled, something wicked in the quirk of your lips.
He grinned, a low chuckle rattling out of his chest -something that made your heart grow warm. And with a few more darts to your lips, smoothing across your smile -his hands made their way to your cheeks and pulled you forward with a jolt. You let out a little squeak at the movement.
He grinned in response, lips connecting to your own, but all teeth -it made you smile and laugh as well.
He got rather greedy then, silencing the noise with the seal of his lips. He kissed you as if you were air, as if he was breathing oxygen in his lungs, as if he needed you. You supposed you didn't truly know if such a thing was true, but something in you could tell. He opened his mouth, just a gentle parting of lips, and pushed you somehow closer onto the couch.
You felt suddenly like you were partially in his lap, which was rather undignified, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Your hands ended up trailing along his arms, and ended up holding his wrists -fingers splayed along your cheeks, still holding your face as if it were a precious gem.
You sighed at the thought, and he devoured such a noise. Something in your stomach coiled in a sort of heat, and you knew suddenly that such a thing needed to be stopped. It would, if continued, be quite the scene.
Just as you tried to separate your lips, he took the action before you -eyes fluttering open with a bright smile on his face. He leaned forward a moment and pressed a simple kiss to your lips -just surface level.
"I have quite missed you, Ms. Greene," he whispered, eyes darting between yours.
Before you could say anything he kissed you again -simply.
"Very-"
Again.
"-very-"
Again.
"Much," he finished, hands still gently cradling your face.
"With such affection," you laughed, "-I'm quite surprised you survived without me."
"Barely," he laughed as well, grin shining bright -as one hand dropped and the other began smoothing across your cheekbone.
It was again quite serious, something flickering in his eyes, "You must know I would never purposefully leave you, darlin'."
"Mr. Grimes," you started.
"No, no," he hummed, "-I must say it. I promised to never cause you such negative afflictions again, and yet here I stand in the aftermath of one."
"It was merely worry," you offered, "-nothing so serious as to heartbreak."
"You worried I wouldn't make it to the wedding," he echoed, guilt heavy in his tone, "-'at I wouldn't marry you."
"Not of your own choice," you corrected.
"All the same, sweetheart," he spoke -soft in a whisper, "-I made ya question my commitment to you without the faintest explanation."
"You explained yourself enough," you soothed, "-I assume urgency doesn't give you time to address such a thing properly with your betrothed."
"My betrothed," he smiled, absent-mindedly, before coming back to the conversation, "I just want to reassure you."
"Then do so," you urged, "-if that settles your mind any at all, assure me."
Mr. Grimes obeyed, holding your face with both hands -blue eyes solid on yours, sincere and genuine.
"I love you," he spoke, serious and with intent, "-I want to marry you. So much so I'm certain it runs in the blood in my veins-"
He laughed then, a bit in disbelief and you reflected such a sentiment -raising your hand to hold against his.
"-Seeing you for the first time felt like everythin' in my life shifted, I found ya. You must understand-" your eyes were blurry, "-I was made for you."
"Mr. Grimes," you whispered -bleary and tears caught in your throat.
"You existed, and the world built me off of ya," he hummed, wiping at your eyes, "-I, by some grace of God, found you. And no matter what I may do, you must know 'at I would never give 'at up."
He swallowed just the same, tears in his own eyes rimming the waterline -you raised a hand to soothe them away with your thumb. He truly felt so guilty, your heart twisted in your chest.
"I love you," you whispered back, almost in response -giggle bubbling up your throat.
Mr. Grimes grinned, something so special about this one -just for your eyes. You loved that one.
Your fingers mindlessly traced the wrinkles by his eyes, that stayed there as he smiled at you; he didn't seem as though he would stop.
"And the news," he echoed out, solidly placing a kiss on your lips before pulling back from the closeness.
You scooted off of his lap with a flame across your cheeks -that he merely smiled at. Not moving far, you held his arm and looked up at him with intense focus.
If he wished to tell you, he would. You would not combat him on that.
"It came from Atlanta, as you know," he hummed, taking your hand and tracing the lines in your palm, "-a letter came in the post... From... From Lori."
You stiffened ever-so-slightly, but he pressed a soft kiss to your temple to soothe it. It wouldn't look good in the public's eyes, but you knew much better than to assume such. Especially now.
"She-" he started, before pausing, "She told me that Mr. Walsh intended to come for Judith. He was belligerent from the drink, but she was worried such intentions may stick."
You inhaled, sharply.
"I went there to ensure he said nothing of the truth," Mr. Grimes continued, "-not even of her beginnings. I didn't wish him to damage the reputation of my family."
Something in you believed you were grouped there as well, it made your heart flutter.
"I would not chance such a thing," he said with conviction, "-especially as soon as I was to marry you. No scandal is good company to a wedding."
You opened your mouth.
"And you deserve quite the wedding," he continued, "-nothin' less than the best."
"If I had known it was a family matter," you hummed, "-I would've urged you further, Mr. Grimes. You were in the right to leave when you did. Urgent news, indeed."
"Does not mean I was happy to do so," he responded, slowly and gently.
"Oh, I surely do not doubt it," you smiled, "-doesn't seem the most pleasant of trips."
"I shall, in fact, make a rule," he echoed, closer to your face, "-for every trip I take alone, I take two with you and the children."
"That's far too many trips, Mr. Grimes-"
"I do it out of my own selfishness, Ms. Greene," he clarified, with a small sort of smile, "-a man needs a balance, does he not?"
"Well, trips are rather costly and time-consuming," you echoed, "-I wouldn't wish you to overwork yourself."
He pursed his lips a moment, in thought -obviously eager to come to a solution.
"Every day I'm gone," he started again, "-I shall spend two at home."
"Mr. Grimes," you laughed, "-you cannot be serious."
"Oh, I am very much so," he smiled at you -blue eyes twinkling, "-after all, it was quite the toll to be without you so long."
"And the children," you corrected.
"And the children," he agreed, before countering in the same breath, "-I do see them more than you at the current moment, so I think it's fair to say a shortage of you is more effective."
"Such a shortage must be so difficult," you teased.
"Very," he smiled, face closer to yours than a moment ago, "-plus, your affection is quite intoxicating I must admit, darlin'."
"Are you saying you are addicted to my affection?"
"Perhaps," he hummed, even closer than before -eyes flicking to your lips, "-I would say it has felt a little like withdrawals."
"That cannot be healthy for a man," you played along -waiting patiently, "-Aren't the symptoms of such a thing rather rabid?"
"Oh, certainly," he confirmed, distracted.
"Don't they fade after some time? Perhaps," you pulled back a pace, "-we should just wait it out."
Mr. Grimes grinned then, eyes back on your own, "You're to leave your own betrothed desolate?"
"Is that not the recommended treatment?" You poised, with an innocent smile, "-I should hope a long life for you, would hate to see otherwise."
"Are you goin' to make me ask for it?"
"Perhaps," you teased.
"Then, I gladly will, my darlin', you know not of my desperation," he hummed, pushing forward again -fingers twirling a loose strand of your hair.
Before you could say another word, however, a more affectionate look smoothed over his face -eyes darting around your face, taking you in.
"You look quite beautiful today, Ms. Greene."
You smiled, something in your cheeks turning the faintest crimson, "And you are quite handsome today, Mr. Grimes."
"Do I?" He posed with a smile.
"Very much so," you messed with the lapel of his coat, "-when we are married, I shall make sure you wear this coat more often."
"And why not ask now?"
"Well," you laughed, fingers still rubbing the fabric between your fingers, "-I'm not certain you'd do it without such authority."
"I would do anythin' you ask," he explained, "-you don't have to be my beloved wife to have such a privilege. Just simply my beloved."
"I find honor in such a name," you hummed, tugging his lapel to be straight on his chest, "-Mr. Grimes's beloved."
"I prefer beloved wife."
"Do you?" a coy smile perked onto your lips, "-Why ever so?"
"Well," he continued, eyes playful, "-I think you rather know."
"Do I?"
Before you could say another word, he swooped in to match his mouth with yours. Laughing between the press of lips, his own lips turned up into that of a grin -the next few kisses were all teeth, but that didn't truly matter.
Mr. Grimes, however, had a much different plan.
Letting you laugh a moment, his eyes dipped to your lips -hooded and slow. Your mouth snapped shut at the attention -face growing rather warm; he seemed to hesitate a moment though, hand placed delicately on your skirt.
He took the fabric into his hands a moment, "So beautiful, you know 'at, darlin'?"
"The dress or me?" You teased.
His fingers came up to rest under your chin -lips a breath away, and suddenly, it felt as though it was the first time again. That all of this was new and you weren't used to such affections.
You're not sure why but there was something his eye, something so heavy.
He decidedly didn't say another word, pressing you forward with the gentle motion of his fingers and giving you a small, little, sweet kiss. Surface level, just a bare press of lips, and still somehow, you found yourself sighing into it -one hand running up his chest to his shoulder.
Something was buzzing under your fingertips, as you danced around his lapels. And with a spare thought, experimentally pulling on them -closer to you. Mr. Grimes startled a moment, before adapting, hands coming up to hold your cheeks. Sturdy, stable.
Like an anchor, and you were arriving at the shore.
The kiss was languid, and you felt your breath hitch with each press of lips. Your mind like a foggy cave, your thoughts stunned to a halt -as he kissed like he just wanted to know you were there. That he just wanted you near.
You suppose you could agree. You had missed him, very much.
"Rick," you laughed, in between breaths -his lips finding yours again in a split second, "-Rick-"
"Yes, darlin'?" He fell back, but not far, eyes fluttering open and the cheesiest smile on his face.
"We really need to get back," you hummed, brushing a finger behind his ear and along his jaw -almost instinctively.
Mr. Grimes leaned into the touch very slightly, "Whatever for?"
"You must greet your children, properly, spend some time with them even," you offered, "-and I need to finish the wedding preparations. Or rather, go over them all."
"And you don't wish me to help?"
"Certainly I do," you clarified, "-but your children come first. I shall wait until after for your assistance. Besides, I do have Maggie, you know."
"You are ever-so-responsible," he hummed brushing his fingers along your jaw, "-I find it rather charmin' usually, but now, it seems a bit of an annoyance."
"There shall be other kisses," you laughed, hands dancing along his shoulders, "-You talk as though those were the last to ever be had."
"I am on quite a shortage," he reasoned, hooded eyes smoothing over your features.
"Rick," you spoke, voice certain with a tiny bit of a grin, "-you will not distract me. Nor change my mind."
He sighed, nearly pleading, "One more?"
You laughed, with a long sigh, "Alright, Mr. Grimes, one more. But it must be quick-"
There was certainly not just one more. But somehow you couldn't quite find it in yourself to be mad.
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