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baneofpaley ([info]baneofpaley) wrote in [info]rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-03-07 22:42:00

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confession meme



It's been welling up inside of you for so long you just have to let it out. Or maybe you don't have much of a choice.

How to Play:
  1. Post with your character | fandom | and any preferences.
  2. Be sure to mention any scenarios you are interested or not interested in playing.
  3. Tag Others.
  4. Be awesome to each other.
  5. Have fun!


Use the RNG to help you pick or choose on your own!



LOCATION PROMPTS
  1. RUSHED • You need to tell them but they're about to be gone forever! Better chase down that plane/train/automobile before they leave your life forever and never hear what you have to say.
  2. WEDDING • You can't help it, being surrounded by all of these people who look like they don't have a care in the world makes you feel like you have to get it off of your chest.
  3. FUNERAL • Okay, probably not the best time, but now you're realizing just how short life is. Do you really want to die with this secret?
  4. FAMILY GATHERING • You know it might make them mad or upset but honestly, who's willing to yell and scream at you with their mother standing right there?
  5. LATE NIGHT VISIT • It's been eating at you so much that you can't hold it in anymore. So what if it's 3AM? Bang on the door until they answer!
  6. WILDCARD: • Not interested in any of the options or have an idea of your own? Do your own thing; you do you!


CONFESSION PROMPTS
  1. I HATE YOUR BOY/GIRLFRIEND • I know that they make you happy, but what a jackass.
  2. MURDER • Oops? Probably worst with the funeral prompt. Or best.
  3. LOVE • I think you know where this is going.
  4. FALSE/HIDDEN IDENTITY • I'm a superhero. Or a supervillain. Or that guy who left a nasty letter on your windshield. In my defense, you park like an idiot.
  5. PREGNANCY • And you... ARE the father! (Or are not. Whichever causes more issue.)
  6. WILDCARD: • Make something up!




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Barry Allen | The Flash | OTA
[info]nottheflash
2016-03-08 03:59 am UTC (link)
[Can be confessor or confessee.]

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Lydia Martin | Teen Wolf | OTA
[info]loveandleave
2016-03-08 04:00 am UTC (link)
[Can do either role.]

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Patty Spivot | The Flash | OTA
[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-08 04:01 am UTC (link)
[Probably the person being confessed to, sweet summer child has no secrets.]

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-08 04:40 pm UTC (link)
Sleep wouldn't come. Derek tried, he really did, but he couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried. Patty was his best friend, and he hadn't had one of those in as long as he could remember. At least, not one that didn't come with pack ties. Patty was just his and he didn't have to share her with the rest of the pack. They had their own ideas of fun and they had their own conversations that excluded everyone else. He liked having someone to confide in and someone to spend his time with, and someone to care about without having to worry all the time that as soon as the next big thing collapsed down on the city, she would run into the fray and he would lose her. He didn't have to worry that caring about her was going to hurt the people he loved. ...he trusted Patty.

And somewhere along the way, something about their friendship had changed. She was colder and more distant; he could feel her keeping him at an arm's length and it took a while, but once he figured out why, he wasn't sure he could do anything to salvage it. She had feelings for him. Lydia had been right all along and the worst part was that Derek...felt the same way. Fear and worry kept him from saying anything. Derek tried to keep things the same in spite of the fact that they were changing constantly around him. It was at the concert that he really realized that there was no salvaging what they'd had before. He could jump or he could let her go. He'd decided to let her go and he told himself it was for her own good, because he was no good for her or for anyone. Neither of them ever came out and said what they both knew had driven the wedge between them, she just stopped messaging him or stopping by and he stopped reaching out to her to invite her to come around.

That had been a week ago. He'd been miserable and hadn't slept worth a damn since. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it, but he decided that he couldn't stand his life without her in it and it was time to take that leap. Whether or not Patty would still have him after the length of time that had passed, he had no idea, but Derek couldn't take it anymore; he knew he had to try.

The rain was coming down in sheets as he stood outside her door, ringing the doorbell in spite of the fact that he'd left his house twenty minutes ago and it had been nearly two-thirty in the morning. By the time he heard her coming to the door, he was soaked to the bone and miserable and scared and if she slammed the door in his face then that was it, so he felt sick to his stomach with nerves on top of it.

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-09 04:17 am UTC (link)
Derek wasn't interested in her, and that was just fine.

He was a good friend. He was there for her when she was having a bad day, willing to deal with her nonsense rambling about the sexism she experienced at the precinct, or that horrible woman who worked at the coffee shop down her street or the awful and awkward men who tried to pick her up at bars when she was just trying to enjoy her drink. Derek never had to guess how Patty was feeling because he just knew, if she was upset he was comforting her before she even opened her mouth, and if she was worked up or excited he was the first to offer going out for a run. He was in tuned with her, respectful, even funny when he was in a good mood. Derek Hale was a good friend, but that was all he was and it was all he ever would be. A friend.

She shouldn't have said anything to him about her feelings. Patty had told herself that no matter how he reacted, their friendship was strong enough to withstand it, but in reality she was trying to convince herself of that just because the secret had become so much of a burden she knew she had to let it out. It was her own fault, because deep down Patty actually thought he would say it back. She thought that he could actually love her, the way that he looked at her some times and the way that he lingered when he hugged her goodbye made her delusional enough to think that she had finally found someone who saw more of her than anyone else was willing to see. But she was wrong. Or maybe she wasn't, maybe he did see all of her and maybe it still wasn't enough. Either way, she had been politely shot down, and despite her efforts Patty felt her walls slowly going back up. She felt too raw now, too exposed, like she was at a disadvantage in their friendship. He was Derek, and now she was just that annoying girl who fell for him and followed him around like a lost puppy.

She didn't mean to pull away but she couldn't stop herself from doing so. After the concert, after she stripped herself from all pride and reservation, she felt something change in Derek and it wasn't something good. It was almost like he was uncomfortable around her, and who could blame him? She felt unwanted now, and it was her own fault. So she stopped bothering him.

It was another restless night. She hadn't been sleeping right for over a week now, and despite how tired she was Patty was still curled up on the couch binge watching a random series on Netflix, wrapped in a blanket to stay warm so she wouldn't have to get up and change out of her boyshorts and cami. She was just about to start the next episode when she heard her doorbell ring, and Patty's heart jumped into her throat when her eyes moved to the time on the cable box. Who the hell was ringing her doorbell at 2:30 in the morning, in the pouring rain? She reached for the remote to pause the television, straining to hear if she could pick up on any voices outside, but nothing reached her which only unsettled her more. She stood, but instead of moving to the door she hurried into her bedroom, opening her bedside drawer to pull out a lock box.

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-09 04:17 am UTC (link)
She put in the code and pulled out her firearm, leaving the safety on for now and pushing a fresh clip in before pointing it to the floor and walking back into the living room, both hands wrapped around the gun as she finally reached the door. She glanced out of the side window first and there was definitely someone standing out there but it was too dark to see; it wasn't until she squinted that she finally realized who it was, and her face fell as the blood drained from her cheeks. What the hell was Derek doing at her doorstep at this hour? What was he doing there period? For a brief moment she considered ignoring him but she knew that he could probably hear her inside moving around, and no matter how much she hated herself for it, her heart filled with guilt at the mere idea if leaving him out in the rain.

One hand left her pistol to unlock the door and pull it open, her stomach sinking when she finally saw him head on. He was soaking wet. And he looked miserable. "Derek, what are you doing here?" She sounded more confused and concerned than annoyed, looking around to make sure no one was with him, still on edge from the unexpected late night visit. Her gaze moved back to him before she reached out to take his arm and drag him in. "Get out of the rain, you're soaking wet, get inside."

As soon as he crossed the threshold she walked away from him, unable to look him in the eye. She had been avoiding this for a reason, but how could she avoid him in her own space? She dropped the clip out of the gun and carried it in her other hand as she wandered back to her room to lock it up again, and she returned a few seconds later with a towel, tossing it to him before crossing her arms across her chest self consciously due to her lack of proper pajamas. She was standing a few feet away from him. "Are you alright? What happened?"

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-09 03:51 pm UTC (link)
The fact that she answered the door with gun in hand didn't actually surprise Derek. He'd come over unannounced in the middle of the night and she was a cop, of course that would've been her natural reaction. Patty pulled him inside and Derek felt unreservedly relieved that she didn't slam the door in his face instead. God knew she would've had every right to.  Even though she made her way upstairs and he remembered a time not too long ago that she would've just expected him to follow her, Derek remained rooted to the spot, half because he was soaking wet and dripping all over her hardwood floor and half because he was fairly sure he wasn't welcome up there anymore.

For a moment, when she returned, Derek couldn't look at her. He felt sick to his stomach with nerves because he'd never put himself out there for someone like this and he was probably too late to the party for the sentiment to be embraced rather than balked at.  So he stalled, drying his hair and then wrapping the towel around his shoulders. "I'm sorry, I know it's late," he started and it sounded choked with nerves, so he cleared his throat. Finally, his eyes shifted up to meet hers.

This was the hardest thing Derek could remember ever having to do. It probably spoke volumes about him that it had been easier to let Patty slip away than too just be honest with her because he'd been too scared.

"I miss you, Patty," he started and then stopped again, not really sure how to continue. "I'm sorry."

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-10 01:20 am UTC (link)
He was avoiding her eye and, to Patty, that was just fine. It wasn't that she was planning on never seeing Derek again, she wouldn't have been able to cut him out of her life completely; he was still her friend. That didn't mean she was willing to see him now, though. When the time came she would have had to prepare herself, steel herself up and put those walls back in place around her heart that she had so foolishly taken down for someone who didn't want to get past them in the first place. She couldn't do that if he was just going to show up. She didn't have the time to get herself in the right head space, so now she was feeling raw and vulnerable in the middle of her own living room. She didn't want him to make eye contact.

He finally looked up and it took more effort than Patty wanted to expend to avoid diverting her gaze, her chest tightening and her stomach sinking when he finished. She didn't respond immediately, instead staring at him as if expecting him to continue, and when he didn't she uncrossed her arms to weakly toss her hands to the sides before falling against her legs. "Well... I'm here," she responded weakly, too tired and upset to hide the uncertainty and defense in her voice. "I'm right here, I haven't gone anywhere. ...Derek, it's almost three, you should be sleeping right now..."

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-10 02:16 am UTC (link)
Sighing heavily, Derek ran a hand through his hair. He deserved that, he supposed. She hadn't been the one who'd shut down first. Suddenly, he was feeling a lot more selfish about this than he had when he'd left the house to come over here.

"I can't sleep," he replied. "I can't sleep. I don't eat the way I should, because I've got no appetite. I'm miserable," he added, because he might as well tell the truth. That was, after all, what he was here to do. "Because all I can do is...think about you. All the time. Every minute of every miserable fucking day, because I'm an idiot," he said.

Derek looked pained as he ducked his head for a moment to try to regain composure before looking back up at her and continuing. "Because I'm scared. I haven't..." he paused, his brow creasing and his mouth going dry. "I haven't felt like this in years and I'm so fucking afraid, Patty, because the last time I felt like this—"

Again, he ran a hand through his hair; over his face, pausing over his mouth before falling back to his side again. "I'm a jerk. I'm a jerk, you're so goddamned perfect, you are, and you can do so much better than this but for whatever reason, you don't want to, and I must be the stupidest man to walk the Earth because I'm afraid when I don't need to be. Because I'm scared that I blew it already, but I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking about how much I love you and how bad I fucked up letting you walk away."

He felt like he was going to be sick now that it was out there in the open.

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-10 03:59 am UTC (link)
Patty's throat had gone dry when he started to speak, and it took even more effort for her not to interrupt him when he said that he couldn't sleep or eat. He couldn't sleep or eat? How did he think she felt? She was the one who was left behind, she was the one who had been shut down and shut out. She didn't feel like Derek had let her go, she felt like Derek had sent her away, and sometimes when she thought about it it hurt so much she couldn't even breathe. But she bit her tongue, her arms moving across her chest again defensively as he pushed on, and the more he spoke the more she felt herself breaking down. She was hurt, and vulnerable, but Patty could never be heartless. She was filled with heart and she was good, too good to tell Derek that he had to just leave and forget he ever came over in the first place.

Her eyes closed when he started to call himself a jerk, because that was what he always did, and she hated it. He put himself down and he made her feel guilty for something that she didn't even know she could feel guilty for. She'd accuse him of victimizing himself if she didn't know that he actually believed it, and that made it even worse. She was shaking her head, and he had almost pushed her far enough to make her actually talk over him, but she waited it out and he finished and Patty's heart stopped.

She looked up at him with a concoction of shock and confusion and hurt, feet frozen to the floor as her lips opened in a stunned silence. It took her a full minute to comprehend what he was saying to her and when it finally seeped in her hand moved to her mouth and Patty turned her back to him, unable to see the way he was looking at her. She took a few steps further away from him as her hand fell away and pulled in a shuttering breath. She didn't even know why she could feel her eyes burning with tears, she told herself it was because she was tired. She didn't even know where to go with his confession but she knew that breaking down wouldn't get them anywhere good.

"That's what you came to tell me?" She turned again to face him, eyes shining but no tears falling due to pure force of will. She pointed a finger at him angrily but quickly made it fall, pointing to the ground uselessly instead. "That's why you came here? Now? Because you weren't feeling good about what you did? About what you said? You came here because you can't sleep? Because you can't eat? That's what made you come over? I've been -" She stopped when she heard her voice waver, her hand returning to cover her mouth before she shook her head again.

When she tried to speak once more the waver wasn't gone but there was anger there, and she didn't care enough to control it anymore. "I've been sitting here for days, I haven't left my couch, they sent me home from work because they didn't think I was alert enough to be on the field with a firearm and you came here because you were feeling bad because you sent me away? And don't say that again." When she pointed at him this time it held, but the animosity in her face faded into wounded grief. "You didn't 'let' me walk away. You sent me away."

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-11 12:32 am UTC (link)
Well, this was going about as well as he had expected it to. Derek's heart shattered when he saw the tears shining in her eyes and he took a step forward only to stop short because he had a feeling she wouldn't actually want his comfort right then. He was the reason she was hurting. He was the reason she'd been hurting. ...and there was nothing he could do to fix it. Derek couldn't go back in time and change things, he couldn't take it back. What was done was done and he'd hurt her. He'd hurt them both.

"Patty..." he started and then he realized that I'm sorry wasn't going to cut it. It just wasn't. However miserable he'd been, she had been just as upset except that maybe she was more upset because she hadn't really had a choice. Derek didn't feel like he'd sent her away, but he could see why she felt that way; he hadn't given her all that much of a choice. He saw that now. So he didn't defend himself.

Derek didn't know what to say. "Sorry" wasn't enough and telling her how he felt had been the wrong decision. Now, he'd only managed to make it worse. His throat was tight and his mouth was dry, the color having drained from his face as he looked back at her, standing too still, dripping all over the floor and all he wanted to do was hold her and kiss her and apologize with the perfect words that didn't exist to make everything bad melt away from the both of them.

But there was nothing he could do.

Taking a deep breath, Derek nodded. "You're right," he admitted finally, in a voice so much smaller than even he felt right then, which was saying a lot. His eyes prickled with the threat of his own tears and Derek blinked them back as he took another shaking breath. "You're right and I'm sorry and I know that 'I'm sorry' is nowhere near enough. I blew it and I hurt you and..."

You shouldn't have come here, he told himself and his stomach turned over with discomfort. "...I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say, I'm sorry. If I could spend my whole life making it up to you, I would. I'm sorry."

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-11 05:45 am UTC (link)
When she had finished Patty's arms crossed in front of her chest once more, her shoulders hunching forward as she withdrew into herself. She couldn't even acknowledge what he had said aloud because it felt so wrong, hearing those words from somebody for the first time in a situation like this. No one had ever told Patty that they loved her before, and that was something that used to hurt her until she reached a point where she believed that it was for the best. The first time she heard it, they would mean it, and it would be perfect. But it wasn't perfect... Derek was standing there soaking wet with a look of despair, confessing to her while she was still heartbroken, and none of this was happening the way that she told herself it was supposed to happen. None of it felt good.

When he took a step forward Patty reflexively twisted away from him, her body practically flinching as her arms tightened around herself until he fell still again. She kept telling herself that none of this was right; love wasn't supposed to be this way. Love was supposed to be holding and unwavering and gentle, it wasn't supposed to be tears and apologies and pain. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line as she put forth more effort just not to cry, but she was slowly losing that battle and she knew it.

She was a forgiving person, and all she wanted to do was forgive him, but her feet still wouldn't move. The pain he had caused her until he saw fit to finally tell the truth was very real, a lingering sort of ache that didn't go away no matter how distracted she was. From the moment she woke up to the moment she finally passed out on her couch, through showers and cooking and work and shows, it was like a little voice in the back of her head that whispered his name on constant repeat so she could never forget or heal. Who could do that to a person? Who could lie about something that meant so much?

"You're not supposed to hurt the people that you love," she uttered in a hush, hot tears finally rolling down her cheeks. It must have sounded so childish. Perhaps her view of love was childish, but while others had that one thing that they cherished above all else when looking for that someone, may it be trust, loyalty, honesty or anything else, all Patty ever wanted was to not be hurt. All she wanted was for someone to never hurt her, and she was so convinced that Derek was that someone. She truly believed that Derek Hale wasn't capable of causing her pain, and that he was so wonderful because he cared enough about her to try to protect her from that.

And yet here they were.

She tried to meet his gaze through blurry vision and she moved a hand to wipe at her eyes in frustration before it moved back in place, fingers digging into her own arm. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't do this again? How do I know you even mean it?"

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-11 06:06 am UTC (link)
Maybe it was a childish view, but if she was childish for feeling that way, then so was Derek, because he felt the same way. ...which was why, even if she never wanted to see him again after this, he owed her an apology, at least, for doing exactly the one thing he never wanted to do to Patty Spivot. "I know..." was all he could come up with, because he did know it and he owed her honesty now more than ever.

Seeing her cry was the second worst feeling in the world, but seeing Patty cry because of him, because of something he'd done to hurt her, was the actual worst thing in the world.

He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. The fact of the matter was that there was no way for her to know any of those things. There was no way for him to prove any of them.

"You don't," he admitted. "You don't know you can trust me. You don't know I won't do it again. ...but I think you know that I mean it, because I think you knew how I felt about you before I did and I think the fact that I couldn't say it when we both knew damned well it was true is a big reason that it hurt you so much. All I ever wanted was someone exactly like you. My whole life, that it's, that's all I ever wanted and then I finally met you and I got to know you and I fell in love with you and that was all...cripplingly terrifying and I'm so sorry I fucked it up. I can't take it back. And I'd get it if you couldn't forgive that or if you just couldn't...find a reason to trust me now, I would. I really would. But I owed you honesty and now you have it, all of it. I owed you that much, Patty, you deserved that much."

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-11 08:02 am UTC (link)
How could that be good enough? How could not knowing whether or not she could trust him be good enough? Everything that was happening was everything that Patty stood against; he hurt her, he left her in pain, he lied to her in the most important moment that they shared, the one time that he couldn't lie. She didn't know what part was worse, the fact that he did it or the fact that she had so much faith in him, and believed in him so deeply, that she never saw it coming. Patty was shaking her head, but it took her a few moments to speak, trying to swallow back the lump in her throat.

"I didn't know how you felt about me," she corrected him. "I thought that I might but... then what happened happened and I believed you. Because I thought I could." She didn't sound angry, but disappointed, and not even in him but in herself. She was chewing on the corner of her lip uncertainly, because now they hit a wall and it was on her to decide how to approach it. She had to either kick him out or not, and she knew that sending him out of that door meant that she was probably going to be sending him out of her life forever. She knew that she should. She knew that what he had done was wrong. But it was Derek.

She wanted to ask him what they did now but she knew that part was up to her. Time passed by slowly as she stood there, her head arguing furiously with her heart, and after what seemed like an eternity she finally moved to take a step forward before stopping herself, eyes trained on the ground. She froze, though, and she held herself tighter before trying to push herself once more. Her legs moved sluggishly, with hesitance, but she managed to make it across the room until she was standing just before her with her eyes still on the ground. She felt like she was being weak, she was acting foolishly, but that's what people said love was. It was foolish.

She closed the space between him and leaned her forehead against his shoulder.

"Don't leave." She didn't know what she wanted from him. She didn't know how to stop feeling the hurt or anger that he had put in her, but she knew that she had been wanting to see him for so long now, wanting to hear him say those words for so long. They weren't said at the right time, or the right place, but he said them. And because of that she couldn't lose him. She should have. But she couldn't.

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-11 03:23 pm UTC (link)
His stomach turned again with her words. She'd believed him — just like he'd wanted her to, at the time — because she thought she could and, up until that point, she'd never been wrong about that. Derek lied to her to protect himself. Plain and simple, that was what he'd done and Patty deserved a lot better than that. The selfish part of him was here because he realized a little too late that he wasn't ready and he didn't want to let her go. Derek knew he wasn't being fair. So when she clarified that she thought that she might have known rather than agreeing that she did, Derek didn't argue with her, even though he thought, deep down, she'd known and that was why she'd told him that she loved him...because she'd assumed he would say it back. And he should have.

He was silent, looking down at the puddle of rain water forming at his feet where he stood. Patty wasn't kicking him out, but she wasn't really inviting him in, either, and Derek was terrified that if he decided to take an initiative to move to her before she was ready for that — if she ever was — then he'd make her decision for her and she'd decide against him; she'd send him away to protect herself and why shouldn't she, based on the experiences she'd had up until now?

Patty moved, finally, hesitating before actually moving close enough that he could touch her, but he waited. Derek didn't want to press his luck, but once he felt her forehead against his shoulder, Derek ignored the rain soaked into his clothes or the fact that he would be transferring that to hers, and he pulled her in close, tucking his chin and pressing his lips to the top of her head. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not. I won't. I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me to," he promised.

"I love you so much, Patty, and I'm so, so sorry," he whispered against the side of her head as he shifted to press his cheek to the spot on her head where he'd kissed her a moment before.

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-12 04:58 am UTC (link)
It was conflicting when his arms wrapped around her, because Patty was still angry, and hurt and upset. She knew that she should pull away from him and tell him that this didn't mean things were okay, it didn't mean that they were okay, and yet she felt herself leaning into him. Because it was Derek. And it felt right to be there with him.

Tears started to fall more freely as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his shoulder, uncaring of how cold he was in the aftermath of his travels in the pouring rain. She breathed him in, having missed the faint and simplistic scent of his deodorant and body wash, and when he said it again, a second time, the tension left Patty's body and she all but melted into him, her hold around him tightening and her fingers digging into his shirt as if afraid he was going to pull away. "I love you too," she admitted, and she felt guilty when the words left her because she had promised herself that she wouldn't do that again. But it felt too good. All of this felt too good and she was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But nothing was happening. It was just silence in her living room as he held her, and after a while Patty took in a shuttering breath before moving her arm from around him to lift a hand and wipe her eyes. "Come on." She croaked, looking up at him. Her eyes lingered for a second too long, and she maintained the close proximity for a moment more than necessary before she began to tug away. "You're soaked, I think I have one of your gym bags that you left here, I washed the clothes for you. I was going to bring it over but that was before - it's upstairs, let's get you dry. You're freezing."

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-12 03:53 pm UTC (link)
Derek's eyes closed and he tightened his grip on her, too, when he felt Patty cling harder. He was just as afraid of the other shoe dropping. That she'd disappear from right in front of him and be sent home, never to be seen again because if she came from the world with the Flash and Stiles read the Flash in comic books, then Patty came from a world that was fiction in the world he came from. If she was sent away, that was it. That was half the reason he'd been so scared to let himself feel what he felt.

Hearing her say that she loved him too, even though he'd already known that she had was a bigger relief than probably she realized. It was just as likely, in Derek's mind, for her to want nothing to do with him anymore. But she still loved him and Derek gave her a little squeeze in an attempt to let her know just how much be appreciated that.

His hold loosened just slightly when he felt her moving and Derek looked down at her, offering a weak smile and a nod when she suggested he change his clothes. Patty started to tug on him to get him to head toward the stairs and Derek pulled her back in, dragging her into the kiss he'd been aching to give her for months. He poured everything into that kiss; his pain, his relief, his love, his apology. His hands moved to her face, holding her there gently, because he needed it right then. She could be angry with him, she could even send him right back out the door with his gym bag and tell him she never wanted to see him again, no matter how much she cared about him, but Derek needed this one last thing. She'd heard him say that he loved her, but Derek needed her to feel.

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-12 08:01 pm UTC (link)
In her defense, if Patty knew what he was going to try to do she would have at least attempted to stop him or pull away. She was trying her best to keep herself guarded, doing everything she could to try and salvage what little pride she could possibly still have for herself, so Derek pulling her so suddenly into himself was something she would have said he wasn't allowed to do. She would have justified all of this to herself if she could stick to her anger for just a bit longer, but suddenly she was back in his arms and Derek's mouth found her own, and Patty melted.

She would have liked to be able to say that she had resisted a little more but it would be a blatant lie. Patty gave in almost immediately, not only returning his kiss but deepening it, and her hands twisted into his shirt tightly in an effort to pull him closer into her body. His clothes were soaked, hers were much too thin, but Patty didn't care in that moment as one hand moved to the back of his neck to try and drag him down closer. Maybe he was going to leave again. He could still change his mind and leave her to sit there and wait for him forever, Patty wasn't blind to that possibility, so pride and guilt be damned. She might not have gotten another chance, and she knew taking this one would make everything so much more horrible if he forgot about her but she needed it. She needed this... Patty needed him.

He was tall. She was struggling to keep him as close as she ached to have him, and her next action was barely thought through before execution, her mind running in circles. Patty parted from him for a split second, grabbing his shoulders and digging her fingers in before easily jumping up and wrapping her long legs around his waist. It was good that he was who he was because she had to use him to support her own weight in the gesture, and since it was without warning she would have probably knocked a weaker man over. She never worried about things like that with Derek, though, she never had to. As soon as she was wrapped around him she deepened the kiss again at the angle she needed, flush up against him with his face in her hands at a perfect position for her to pour herself into him.

If this was going to be her last chance to be a 'we' with him before he changed his mind, Patty was going to take it. Her heart, her anger, frustration, love, hurt, even that tiny sting of feeling lesser of a person went into that kiss, and Patty's fingertips were twisted into the back of Derek's hair by the time she parted to try and calm her pounding heartbeat. "I'm still mad." It didn't even sound like she could pretend the proper tone, her voice tiny as she tried to stick to her original plan despite the fact that she had effectively destroyed any chance she had to convince him that she was anything other than won over.

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-12 10:51 pm UTC (link)
Derek felt her part from him and he started to move to chase her before he realized what she was about to do. He caught her easily, hooking an arm under her backside and pressing his other hand flat against her back, more than happy to oblige to the second kiss. Everything about her from the taste of her to the sound of her heart racing was intoxicating and he never wanted to put her down or stop, but eventually, she parted again and Derek took a deep breath as he looked back at her.

I'm still mad. Of course she was. Derek wasn't foolish enough to think that kissing her was going to erase all the upset that had come with the pain he'd put her through. "I know," he whispered back, attempting to give the words a voice and failing.

As much as he didn't want to put her down, Derek did, then. They were both soaked now and he wasn't all that cold, but she probably was and Derek recognized that. "...do you want to toss me down the bag?" he asked. "Just, I don't know if me walking up there this soaked is a great idea, I'll just be dripping all through your house..." he pointed out apologetically.

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-13 12:01 am UTC (link)
If there was a chill, Patty was much too invested in what was happening for her to feel it. She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his own when he responded, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from apologizing to him when she heard how his voice sounded. She didn't owe anybody an apology, she told herself that, and yet she still felt bad for making him upset.

Her legs untangled from around his waist and it was only then that Patty felt the chill of cold air against her front, when she was completely parted from him. "I'll bring it down," she agreed, her cheeks burning hotly. She wasn't embarrassed or shy, she was just overwhelmed with everything that was happening and so blindsided by it that she felt raw and exposed. It took her a moment before her arms wrapped across her chest again, but this time it was against the chill from her soaked shirt, along with more obvious reasons she would have to cover herself. "I'll be right back." She moved to turn around but she stopped, looking back at him with an almost worried glance, as if she wasn't sure he would still be there when she came back down. She almost asked him not to leave again but she stopped herself and forced herself to move, running upstairs an changing her shirt before returning with his bag.

"Here," she handed it to him, the tension in the air thick and making her tense. What did they do now? How did they move forward? She took gestured to the downstairs bathroom. "You can get changed in there, just put the wet clothes in the bag, I can take care of them for you. ...If you want, I mean, not that you can't take care of your own clothes it's just that you're already here and it's already so late and it would be silly for you to go all the way back home in the rain so I thought that you would be crashing here and I know you know how to do laundry I just thought that you'd be tired and I have to do it anyway and I don't m- ...I'm going to be in the living room..." She stopped herself abruptly, her cheeks burning hotter now, and she turned quickly to walk back to the couch to avoid looking at him. She ran her mouth when she got nervous, and this was probably the absolute worst time for her to do that.

She sat on the couch but she didn't start the television again, instead staring at the frozen screen before looking up when he came out of the bathroom. "...Do you feel better?"

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-13 01:55 am UTC (link)
Derek nodded and gave her a small smile. "Thanks," he said. He would've felt worse tracking mud through her house in addition to dripping all over the place, so he was glad that she agreed to go get the bag and bring it to him. She was already understandably and justifiably upset with him, he didn't need to add another reason to her list. The look on her face just before she turned to head up the stairs broke his heart. She was afraid he was going to leave...he could see it in her eyes.

So when she disappeared up the stairs, he stood still, waiting for her to return and he took the bag from her, eyes following her gesture to the bathroom. Derek nodded with a little smile. The more she talked, though, the bigger his smile became. He didn't know why it was endearing when Patty rambled the way she did when she was nervous or frantic — it drove him absolutely apeshit angry when Stiles did the same thing — but it was. "That sounds good, thank you," he replied, giving her a fond look before he finally started toward the bathroom to change.

All that was in the gym bag was a white tank top and a pair of black basketball shorts with legs that hung around the top of his knees, but they were dry, so that was good enough. It would've been better if he'd had a spare pair of boxer shorts in there, but he didn't, so he just went commando under the shorts, figuring their legs were long enough to keep it from being too much of a problem.

Once he emerged, he had the gym bag hanging loosely by its strap over one shoulder and a pile of wet clothes in one hand with his soaked sneakers in the other. "Yeah, much better. ...can I still dry these? Is that cool?"

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[info]detectivespivot
2016-03-13 03:06 am UTC (link)
"What?" Her eyes moved to the pile of clothing in his hand, her brain moving too slow to realize exactly what he was talking about due to the lack of sleep and severe amount of stress that her body had been put through within the past hour. "Oh! Oh, yes. Yeah, I've got it." She got to her feet before he could protest, moving across the room to take the clothes out of his hands along with his sneakers. "I'll just throw these in the dryer, I'll put the shoes by the back door next to the radiator, they'll be dry by the time you need them. Sit, get comfortable, I'll be right back."

Upset or not, Patty couldn't control herself. This was how she made things better, she just... fixed things until everything was okay. She would fix his clothes, and fix his shoes, but she didn't know how to fix herself to the point where she wouldn't be so scared that he was lying to her and would just leave when she turned her back. She knew how ridiculous it was, logically, but a part of her refused to listen to that logic in favor of the outlandish notion that he regretted coming in the first place and was just looking for the first reason to slip out. It would fade, though, she told herself. The fear would fade, she was just on edge because of how quickly things were changing, but until it did she could fix other things. She had to know that she was useful enough to at least do that.

She left him in her living room, glancing over her shoulder once before disappearing around the corner and tossing his clothes into the dryer and tucking his shoes under the radiator so they wouldn't be banging around in the dryer for thirty minutes. She stayed back there for a moment longer than she needed to, standing in the middle of her laundry room with her head in her heads to try and clear her thoughts before sighing and returning to him in the living room. She hated how relieved she was when she first caught sight of him, and she mentally scolded herself before finally returning to her couch to sit.

She seemed shy when she glanced over at him before patting the spot beside her. "They'll take about a half an hour... they were really wet, Derek, you could have at least brought an umbrella with you so you wouldn't freeze to death..." she trailed off, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear. "...You'll stay though? It's too late for you to go home now. You'll stay?"

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[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-13 03:19 pm UTC (link)
Derek opened his mouth to protest, to say that he could do it himself if she just showed him where the machines were, because he hadn't ever actually been to that part of her house, but Patty was up and taking his things before he could get a word in edgewise. He paused for a few moments before finally folloWing her instruction and sinking down onto the far end of the couch in her absence.

Things were going to be weird now — weirder than they had been, even — for a while, he thought, and that was going to take some getting used to. Derek was more accustomed to making himself at home in Patty's house and for her to do the same at his, and Derek knew it wasn't going to be like that for a while, while things settled again. It kind of bummed him out, but he thought he really only had himself to blame for that, so he had little to no right to be upset about it.

Patty returned and sat down, gesturing for him to sit closer, so Derek shifted on the couch and chanced putting an arm around her shoulder.  A small, endeared smile slipped over his lips at her question. "If you'll let me, then yes. I want to stay."

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Steve Rogers ✯ MCU ✯ OTA
[info]wrongbusiness
2016-03-08 04:08 am UTC (link)

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Alexandra Udinov | Nikita | OTA
[info]notmostpeople
2016-03-08 04:08 am UTC (link)

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Bellamy Blake | The 100
[info]whoweneedtobe
2016-03-08 03:48 pm UTC (link)
[ can play either role. gen is cool but m/f if you wanna be shippy ]

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lydia martin ♥ teen wolf ♥ ota
[info]eunoia
2016-03-08 04:43 pm UTC (link)
( can be either )

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derek hale 🐾 teen wolf 🐾 ota
[info]theworstalpha
2016-03-08 04:43 pm UTC (link)
[ can be either role. m/f for shippy; ask first for smut. ota for gen ]

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