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ponderingmoonlight · 2 years ago

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Gojo buying (y/n) souvenirs after every mission and finding out she kept EVERYTHING

Pairing: Gojo x reader (fem!pronouns)

Word Count: 1,2k

Synopsis: Since your joyful smile is so addictive, Satoru can't help but buy you a souvenir every time he goes on a mission. After a few months, he realizes by accident that you do, in fact, keep everything he gifts you...

Warnings: this is fluffness overload so be prepared, (y/n) has a really bubbly and Mitsuri-like personality, let me know what you thiiiiink and enjoy your holidays🤍

Your heart jumps up and down in joy, feet carrying you down the hallway at lightspeed. Finally he’s back. How long has it been since you’ve last seen him? Definitely too long.

“Satoru!”, you cry out.

There he stands, his arms already wide open while wearing the casual sly grin you adore so much. You can’t contain yourself any longer, your giggles filling his very own heart with nothing but joy.

Satoru doesn’t remember exactly how it all started. After some random mission, he saw a little figure of your favourite animal standing innocently in a show window. He didn’t think much of it, bought it only because it reminded him of you. But oh, you were so joyful back then.

“Are you kidding me?”, you breathed out, glossy eyes staring at the pretty ugly figure so heartfelt that Satoru couldn’t help but shamelessly stare at you.

“It reminded me of you since I know it’s your favourite animal, so yeah…You like it?”

“Like it?”

You grabbed his hands with so much passion that he almost fell backwards, jumping up and down in delight.

“I love it, Satoru! This is probably the nicest thing someone ever did for me!”

It was inevitable from there on. The urge to see your heartfelt joy after every mission became an obsession, forcing him to look into every window, into every shop on the haunt for something you might like. To be honest it made everything more bearable. The loss of his best friend, the people around him dying, all the things that keep him up at night seem to disappear when he’s looking for souvenirs to bring you.

And this.

You almost knock him over by the way you let yourself fall into his arms, hands intertwined behind his back just the way he likes it. Oh, your smell is so intoxicating, as well as your gorgeous appearance sends warm shivers down his spine. How is it even possible that you seem to get more and more breath-taking every time he sees you?

“I was so worried about you! Why didn’t you answer your calls?”, you mumble against the fabric of his uniform, instantly greeted by the singing smell of curses.

“Oh y’know, I had to do a little work from now and then. Like killing off some demons and saving a whole town from getting wiped out. So sorry I didn’t call you back”, he teases you gently.

“That didn’t stop me from getting something for you, though…”

Your eyes widen in sheer excitement, head darting towards him instantly.

“No, you didn’t”, you mutter, lips already forming the most adorable smile.

“Heck yeah I did.”

“I told you over and over that you don’t need to do that, Satoru!”

“Do you like them?”

You bite your lip in a miserable attempt to suppress the wide grin that creeps up your face, cheeks turning the shade of pink that makes Satoru lose his mind. You are so breath-taking, so pure that it warms his heart.

“Of course I do”, you mumble into your hand.

“There you go.”

He hands you a small box, the brush of his tender touch against your hand sending electricity right through your body. With trembling fingers, you open the light blue ribbon wrapped around it, exposing a simple yet stunning necklace. You desperately try to hold back tears, so moved that you are utterly speechless.

This necklace isn’t this simple. No, engraved into it in Satoru’s iconic handwriting, it says “every thought, you”.

“You can’t be serious about this, Satoru. I really don’t deserve this.”

“You deserve this and even more, (y/n). Do you like it?”

“You ask me if I like it?”, you repeat breathless.

Your finger brushes over the engraving carefully, feeling every curve and every stroke of his elegant hand writing. This must have been expensive – way too expensive for a simple souvenir. But oh how much you love it already, you’ll keep this close to your heart day in and day out.

“I love it. Thank you so much.”

There’s no time to waste. With a swift motion you lunge yourself at him all over again, burying your face against his broad chest. You truly don’t deserve his kindness, his affection. What an outstanding man he is, so tender that it makes you tear up.

“I’d do anything to make you smile”, he mutters into your hair, hands stroking your back ever so gently.

Smile…Oh, you almost forgot!

“Would you…Would you mind coming to my dorm for a second? There’s something I want to give you as well.”

You wipe your tears away unladylike, your hand grabbing his before he’s even able to answer your question.

“Something you want to give to me? Remember when I told you you don’t have to buy me anything?”

“Remember when I told you the same?”, you remark with a slight grin, literally dragging him into your room.

In fact, you stumbled upon this cute figure of a white cat the other day. There was no way you’d leave without buying it, not when it reminded you so much of him.

You swing your drawer open without thinking twice, grabbing the cute little cat with your face glowing in proud.

“Okay, now that’s adorable”, Satoru laughs gently.

Somehow, his eyes get stuck on your drawer though. It looks messy, almost flooding over with all the pieced cramped into it. But no, that isn’t some random rubbish. That figure that stands in the middle of it, it looks so familiar. As well as all those letters, the sweets, the postcards…

It dawns to him, heart skipping a beat. These are all the souvenirs he brought you over the last few years.

“Don’t tell me you kept everything I gave you.”

Oh, please tell him you did.

“Huh?”

Your innocent eyes dart towards the drawer behind you, your cheeks instantly heating up all over again.

“Oh…of course I kept them! Why would I ever throw them away?”

“You even kept the packages of the sweets from last months…”

His heart almost overspills with love. You have to be an angel, too pure and kind for this world. Just one look into your tender eyes is enough to sweep him off his feet, the little cat he holds in his hand sending him over the edge.

“I just love to get reminded of you I guess.”

“And I love you, (y/n). You have to be the most precious human being I’ve ever met.”

The way your eyes widen and your mouth shoots open is priceless. You look so utterly surprised that he can’t help but chuckle while wrapping his strong arms around you all over again.

“Y-you, loving me?”, you stutter.

“Well, I was hoping you’d love me too-“

“I do”, you interrupt him immediately.

“I love you more than any souvenir!”, you babble out.

“That’s what a man needs to hear”, he laughs softly.

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mandarinmoons · 8 months ago

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hello 👋

its me again (psychic buddy from the bar request you just did) i have a new thought/request for you.

spencer has been lowkey crushing on bau!reader when sean hotchner comes around for the first time and the girls are all checking him out and he starts flirting with reader. derek then starts teasing spencer about it and spencer starts to get jealous and flustered and embarrasses himself in the bullpen in front of everyone. im not exactly sure how to end this one so i trust you to take the reigns.

thanks love! 💕

I honestly adore the ideas you have my dude <3

Spencer was sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork at lightspeed when he heard chatter coming over from behind him. Turning around, he saw you along with JJ, Emily and Penelope, giggling along like young schoolgirls.

Straining his ears, he made out the words “cute” and “hot” along the chatter, having no clue what the ladies were talking about. Seeing them look in the direction of Hotch’s office, Spencer turned his head towards the window and saw two figures, one of them being Aaron, meanwhile the other person looked to be a complete stranger. It was a man and it dawned on Spencer who the girls were talking about.

“Who’s that with Hotch?”

“Who is that indeed?”

The girls laughed at Emily’s comment and Spencer’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. Even for not knowing who the mysterious man was, the girls were seemingly very interested in him.

“It’s Hotch’s brother, he’s kinda cute.”

“Kinda? Y/N, that man is stunning! Forget about buying me a drink, I would buy him a drink!” Penelope fanned her face while not breaking contact with the window to the room where the men resided.

As the girls continued to gossip, Spencer’s attention turned to you as he saw a pink hue adorn your cheeks. It was clear to him that you found the visitor attractive and he felt his heart drop to his stomach as a pang of insecurity washed over him.

Spencer had been quietly pining over you behind the scenes for months now. He had been trying to gather the courage to ask you out, if not for a date then for a simple coffee outing, but something always came up or whenever he came up to try his luck, his nerves took over and instead of clear words, out came incoherent babble. It would end with you giving Spencer a few peppermint candies to help calm his nerves and now he had a small bowl of them on his desk, a reminder of all the times he had failed and a reminder to do better next time, and possibly the next after that.

Seeing the men walk out of the office, the ladies headed back to their desk to make it seem that they were working, while they carefully watched as the unit chief and his brother came down the stairs. Spencer's eyes were still on you, your eyes turned down to the files on your desk, biting your lip to hide a smile.

As the men reached the ground floor, they shared a hug before Hotch walked up the stairs to his office. Turning to head his way out, the visitor’s feet stopped in their place, his eyes looking straight ahead of him, right at you.

Slowly stalking your way, Sean lightly knocked on your desk. Your eyes went big as you saw the man you were just ogling over, now right next to you.

“Can I help you?”

“Perhaps yeah.”

The nerves Spencer’s stomach grew as an infectious smile grew on your face, it seemingly getting brighter every minute as the conversation between you and Sean continued.

“Not liking what you’re seeing, pretty boy?”

Spencer jumped in his seat as Derek appeared seemingly out of nowhere, patting his back which caused a violent cough to erupt out of Spencer.

“You still haven’t asked her out?”

“I haven’t had the chance, no.”

“Come on now player, you just gotta have a bit of confidence. You don’t have forever, and your time might run out sooner than you think, if you know what you mean.”

Turning his head to you, he heard another giggle leave your lips as your attention was fully on Sean. Spencer bit his lip as he considered his odds, he could be rejected by you, but his chances of you saying yes were higher now as Sean hadn’t asked you out, yet, as far as he was sure of it.

Standing up, Derek smirked as he saw his younger brother of a friend make his way to you, seeing a slight bounce in his step but his hands were also slightly shaky.

“Hey Y/N, can we-”, before Spencer could finish his sentence, he tripped over his feet and a second later he was lying on the ground. After blinking a few times, what had happened set in and heat went to his cheeks, cursing himself in his head for messing it up yet again.

“Spence, you okay?”

Hearing quick footsteps approach him, he looked up and saw your concerned face hover over him, a worried frown painted on your face.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.”

Giving him your hand, Spencer took a hold of it as he stood up, feeling his knees go weak again as he realized he was holding onto your hand.

“Are you sure you’re okay? That was a pretty bad fall.”

“I’m sure yeah. Don’t worry about me, really.”

Nodding at Spencer’s answer, you went back to your desk to continue your conversation with Sean as Spencer went back to his work, sighing to himself as he felt a slight pain in the side of his head. Sitting down at his chair, his eyes set on the bowl of candies, nearly overflowing at this point. He picked up one of the sweets and put it in his mouth, the cooling sensation of the candy eased his nerves a bit. It also made a shiver go down his spine, as he felt the warmth from when he held onto your hand, leaving his grasp.

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eatommo · 9 months ago

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Take it off [d.d.]{kd10}

Face sitting / lingerie

Cw: mutual pining, helmet comes off, porn with feelings, lingerie, kissing, implied oral sex

He walks into the room tired, exhausted from a long multi-jump flight shaking some Imperial remnant tracking you and the child across the galaxy. Your voice is a welcome sound, it soothes some of his mental burdens and reminds him of the small glimmer of happiness he always feel around you. I sit on the bed ready to talk the night away, not taking much noticing that you are wearing one of his cloaks.

Hyperspace is cold, and he’s grown used to the idea of you dancing and moving around the cabin in his T-shirts or even his underclothes in warmer weather, so what’s the difference of you wearing his cloak when you’re cold?

The difference is that you’re wearing an elegant lingerie set you got on a city planet. Secretly obtaining it by wondering off in lieu of needing a caf. Din isn’t one to ask a lot of questions, at least not while you’re wondering about looking for information or a bounty, but when you get him safe and comfortable on the ship it’s a whole other story.

You’ve quickly found out his rough and tumble life has made him an excellent fighter, his attention to detail makes him an even better lover, but he’s never been able to enjoy the joys of having a steady partner.

He’s found the late night conversations are some of the best parts, laying next to each other in his bunk with your legs tangled together, touching each other innocently at first opening up about how much he wishes he could have, about how much pain he’s suffered, and about the burdens he carries in his heart.

So you thought you’d be able to treat him to a small albeit somewhat selfish (knowing the absolutely deranged fucking you were going to get) gift after such a long complicated fight for freedom.

The cloak is warm, but you know once his flight suit comes off he will be just as warm too. “Tired baby?” You coo, standing just a foot or so away from his arms reach.

“Not too terribly,” he hesitated for a moment before admitting, “I somehow missed you while we were on the same ship.”

You can hear a little of the confession catch in his throat, he still gets nervous to talk about your undefined relationship. “I missed you too, you do such a good job keeping us safe.” You clear your throat a little, the anticipation already making your voice hoarse. “I thought I could surprise you to say thanks”

The helmet tilts, not entirely catching on to what is happening, you slide a hand across your chest, pushing one shoulder of the cloak down revealing just the straps and the top of the lace cups sitting beautifully on your skin.

“I want to show you what someone who cares about you can do to make you feel better.” You let the other should have the cloak fall but catch it just above your belly button, hearing him to take a sharp loud breath as your breasts come into full view.

You lean forward, changing the angle ever so slightly to reveal more of your skin. If you looked close enough at the helmet, you were sure you could see him thinking at lightspeed. You hold the bundle of fabric around your waist still concealing the lower even more skimpy portion of the set and let it fall to the floor.

It’s a lacy, barely there thong, you were sure if you shifted wrong you would slip right out of it.

He gently grabs your thighs and starts to caress them. Feeling the lace and the soft skin beneath it, starting to slowly move his hands and arms up towards your waist, taking in every detail of your skin beneath the intricate lace pattern, feeling every soft spot as his hands moves up your belly all the way to your chest, then back down to rest on your hips.

“Oh… I want to take this off so bad.” He slips his thumbs under both of the sides brushing across your skin softly but his other fingers dig slightly into the flesh of your ass.

“You can,” you start, taking a half step towards him and leaning slightly to whisper in the crook of his neck, “that’s the best part.”

His embrace changes suddenly, his arms sliding around you and herding you into his lap, and when his hands meet behind you the lights in the cabin fade to black, controlled by the remote on his vambrace.

You slide against him, settling against his lap pressed so firmly against him the edges of his thigh plates dig into your skin. His hands flutter up your back and disappear.

You hear a hiss and a thud, and with a still beat of your heart you realize his helmet is off. You’ve only partially seen him off with it once, it was a long time ago but you remembered so much about that night, and the sound of that hiss has been such a huge part of your fantasies, your heart skipped back into an impossibly fast pace.

You feel his warmth, inches from his face and the possibility of kissing him is very real and suddenly your confidence waivers. His hands find your face, pulling you in for a kiss, his lips are soft and you feel the roughness of facial hair as the kiss deepens.

He smoothes a thumb on your jaw, urging you to keep kissing him becoming dizzy with the sensation. His hand traces down your spine, feeling the delicate fabric against your skin before undoing it to expose you to him fully.

He continues to kiss you passionately as he feels your skin, the lace is off, and he starts to lay down on the bed still holding you on top of him, hands moving up and down your back and waist.

“You’re soft…. Delicate… beautiful. I can’t stop touching you” his kisses go down on your neck, “I don’t even want to stop kissing you.”

You tilt your head his lips are gentle yet sinful, leaving fire in their wake. “You don’t have to,” you feel his kisses venture to the tops of your breasts, voice dripping with desire “you can kiss me anywhere Din.”

“Mm be careful what you ask for Mesh’la.” He starts kissing your neck a bit more passionately, caressing your back and waist with warm hands, pulling you closer. His kisses start going lower down your neck. You feel my breath on your chest getting hotter and heavier as my kisses continue lower.

His hands reach your waist, pulling the scrap of lace off you and lifting your hips in an impressive display of strength. The idea of sitting on his face is certainly welcome, if not a little nerve wracking, he hasn’t even kissed you before today and now he wants you in a carnal, primal way.

You long to touch him, but he bats your hands away. “I’ll get my turn later, let me taste you.” You hear his boots shift along the floor he scoots further down on the bed, moving into position until the soft skin of your thighs is tickled by the stubble you are trying to fit into the puzzle of his face in your mind, before it’s scrambled by the warmth of his breath on your core.

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cherrycherrylady2024 · 11 months ago

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Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,672

Warnings: 18+, descriptions of Rick's abdomen (awooga), flirting?

Chapter 2: Welcome Home

The train ride seemed to go by at lightspeed while you let your mind swirl around Rick Grimes. As you pulled into the King County station you took a few calming breaths and got your shit together, prepping to see Mr. Grimes again. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. BE NORMAL. Judith stirred, then stretched, taking a peek outside, “Oh good, we survived!”. You chuckled and stood to retrieve your bags. The trek through the train and to the front of the station felt a million miles long. Why were you getting so worked up about this middle-aged single father? You hadn’t ever been that into older guys. There was just something about him…

You need to reel it in, you reminded yourself. You repeated it like a mantra in your head over and over and over: reel it in, reel it in, reel it in, reel- HONK! You nearly jumped out of your skin at the car horn. “Damn it, Dad!” Judith screeched, nearly dropping her bag in surprise. She laughed at herself as you followed her to the big green Ford parked across the street. Be normal Be normal Be normal. You could see him behind the wheel, laughing and shaking his head. Oh god. Judith looks back at you, “He thinks he’s a comedian.” The driver's door opened and Rick's cowboy boots appeared. Then his denim-clad legs. His brown belt and shiny belt buckle. The gun on his hip. He slammed the door closed. While the action only took him about 2 seconds, it was like a slow-motion movie scene to you. You were mesmerized. Rick wore a flannel shirt and a thick brown fleece-lined police jacket over it. He walked to the side of the truck, his hands on his hips, head cocked. “‘Scuse me girls but have you seen my daughter anywhere? She’s ‘bout… mmm let's say yea high?” He raised his hand up to roughly oompa loompa height before Judith was upon him, swatting his hand away. “Shut it.” she retorted. “Hello to you too, kid” He chuckled wrapping her in a big hug. They parted and Judith opened the backseat to stuff her suitcase inside. The butterflies in your stomach were swarming now, building up to an explosion. Rick looked over to you with a smile. Fuck. You were unable to stop yourself.

“Hi Rick!!” you blurted excitedly.

You began mentally punching yourself in the face.

I guess it wasn’t that bad. No, it was bad, you thought to yourself, you just harpy shrieked at him. He raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Well it’s nice that somebody’s happy to see me.” Oh my god. Luckily the cold air had already given you rosy cheeks, so your embarrassed blush was pretty much concealed; but you were almost certain that Rick could tell. You could’ve sworn that he gave you just the tiniest funny look, one that you couldn’t quite place. Judith had already shoved her suitcase inside and you went to do the same. It was a bit difficult to fit yours next to hers in the already small backseat. You put your foot up on the side and pushed with all your might before a jacketed arm reached out from behind you and shoved Judith's suitcase to the side, allowing yours to slip in perfectly. You turn to find Rick just a few inches behind you. So close that, momentarily, you felt the heat radiating from his body. “There ya go,” he says, letting out a little huff of air as he pushes the suitcases in further, revealing a seat for you. “Oh- thanks” you say, frozen. He nodded (and there was that look again!) before walking around to the driver's seat. You climbed inside, and as you buckled yourself in, it dawned on you exactly what type of look that was.

It was the type that all guys do when they know- - - they’re making you nervous.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And he was doing it on purpose.

You gripped your thighs, digging your nails in, as you felt a warm tingling sensation build in your lower stomach. No. No. No. You had to be misreading this. You had to be.

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Before long the heater was blasting and Judith was reading her Hamlet essay to Rick, his eyebrows all knit up, trying to follow. You had been zoned out for the past few minutes, trying to get your shit together. There was no way. No way. You had to be wrong. You shoved down that little voice inside, telling you what you knew you wanted to hear, and took a deep breath. You distracted yourself by listening to Judith, even though you had heard the essay upwards of 15 times back in the dorms. Upon her use of the word “anagnorisis”, the reflection of Rick's eyes in the rearview mirror flashed up and caught your gaze. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly as if to say “What is she talking about?” You let out a little laugh, it was a pretty academically dense essay, and he cracked a smile, chuckling to himself. “What?” Judith stopped, looking between you both. For some reason it made the two of you laugh more, “Anagnorisis is a real word people! I used it correctly!... I’m pretty sure. I got a 93% on this essay, so laugh all you want! Whatever” she rolled her eyes humorously, crossing her arms. Rick took in a deep breath, quieting his laughter but still smiling, “Well honey, gun to my head I couldn’t tell ya what that word means, so you must be doin' something right…” Then added, grumbling “But it sounded like a 100% essay to me, nothing 93% about that.” As he said this, Rick spun the wheel and the truck turned into a short driveway.

The house was fairly large and white, definitely Southern style with a wrap-around porch. It was old, but in the best way where it immediately feels like home. Rick got both of your bags out of the backseat and carried them up to the porch with ease. You followed behind Judith, taking in the yard and exterior of the house. There was only an inch or two of snow on the ground and someone had clearly tried and failed to make a snowman. You guessed it was Carl. Golden shining Christmas lights decorated the lip of the roof and wrapped around the two banisters of the steps. You all tapped your shoes on the last step, shaking off the snow/mud. The ancient-looking wreath on the door shook as Rick led the way inside. You were greeted with a wave of toasty warm air, homey was the best way to put it. The house was a little messy, toys strewn about, an overfilled laundry basket waiting to be washed, and what appeared to be the leftovers of a blanket fort in the living room. Rick set down your bags, calling out “Carl! Come say hello to your sister!” He stumbled over some shoes in the entryway then sighed, turning to you “Damn it…welcome to the Grimes estate y/n. Didn’t get a chance to clean.” You snicker, stepping over the shoes and toys, “If you think this is bad you shoulda seen where I grew up.” You surprised yourself with your candor. You rarely mention your home if you could help it, but you found yourself wanting to spill your guts to Rick. Like he would understand everything. Make you feel better. Safe. Jesus Christ!!!!

Luckily your brain shut up at the sound of thundering little feet on the stairs. Carl emerged and ran over to his sister, nearly jumping on top of her. “Judith!” he exclaimed, “Carl!” Judith echoed over-enthusiastically, hugging him. Carl started talking a mile a minute, “I got a new comic book from Nana today, it's so awesome! It was an early Christmas present-” Rick interrupted Carl, carrying your bags towards the stairs, “It was not an early Christmas present, it was s’posed to go under the tree, but someone snuck into the mail ‘fore I even saw it.” He had his hands on his hips again, giving Carl a sly look. Carl looked at his feet, concealing a smile. Judith ruffled his hair, “Well it’s a good thing Santa already put you on the nice list this year, or else you mighta been in big trouble.” Rick picked up the bags and headed up the stairs. Carl gave a little eye roll, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.” Judith chuckled then turned to you. “Carl, this is my roommate y/n,” she said. “Hi Carl, I’ve heard so much about you!” You said with a smile. “Hi. Do you like comic books?” he replied, in that straight-to-the-point way that kids do. “Sure I do,” you responded. Carl beamed, “Okay good, then both of you can come see my new comic! Follow me.” He headed up the stairs, you and Judith exchanged a look and chuckled, following Carl. At the top of the stairs, you asked to quickly use the bathroom and Judith directed you down the hall, “There’s a bathroom attached to your room, it’s all yours. I have to share mine with this animal,” she nodded her head towards Carl who scampered towards his room. You walked down the short hallway toward your room, studying the photos on the wall. Carl's school picture, Judith's graduation, some drawings, and an old photo of Rick holding baby Judith. You studied it for a moment. He was younger of course, clean-shaven, his hair more tamed, but his eyes still sparkled the same way. Honestly, you preferred him the way he is now. A little more rugged, more knowing. Damn, it was sexy. This was all running through your head as you entered the open door to your room, only to stop short.

Rick was in your room.

But he didn’t notice you. He was reaching for something on the top shelf of the closet. His arms stretched just enough to lift the hem of his flannel, revealing a sliver of his lower abdomen. Time seemed to slow down. You felt like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. You swear to god you almost drooled, your eyes locked on the sliver of belly until it was gone. He had turned around and was now looking at you. Before you could say anything, he apologized, “Sorry y/n, I meantta get the bed all made up ‘fore you got here, but I guess it slipped my mind.” It was only then that you realized he was holding a stack of sheets, retrieved from the closet. “O-oh, it’s- it is totally fine. I can do it. Thanks. Thank you,” you stuttered hopelessly. Rick ignored your protests, walking over to the naked mattress. He fanned out the fitted sheet and began tucking it into the left corner. His flannel sleeves were rolled up, his forearms hypnotizing you as he lifted the corner of the mattress. You still stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching him until you sprang to life. “Let me help,” you said quickly, walking past your suitcase, which he had so kindly delivered to your room. You tucked in the opposite corner sheet. Then he did the bottom. Then you did the bottom. Then he fanned out the top sheet. You caught the other end and the two of you brought it fluttering down on top of the fitted sheet. As you brought the sheet down you made fleeting eye contact, which immediately made you crave death just as much as it made you want to jump his bones.

NO. No, you didn't want that, who said that? Not me, you thought to yourself.

You decided gaslighting yourself was the only way to stay sane this winter break. You flattened out the ripples in the top sheet together, and you tried not to yelp when your hands brushed past each other. This entire time you were working in silence. Should you say something? Would it be weird to say something at this point? Unable to stand the silence you scanned your brain for an appropriate thing to say. You both began stuffing pillows into their cases. “I just want to say, thank you for letting me stay here. I-I know it’s probably an imposition-” he cut you off, “No imposition. You’re welcome here anytime.” The matter-of-fact way he said it made it feel like this was the final word on the situation. You were wanted. You weren’t an imposition or a burden in his eyes. “Well- thank you anyway. I think it’ll be really fun. Staying here. I mean, like, y’know getting to know Judith's town and, uh, more about her and… yeah,” Jesus Christ. He smiled to himself as he pulled another pillowcase on,

“You're right. We’ll have lotsa fun.”

Oh? Oh. Oh my god. You felt like you had whiplash. Just a few words and you were at a loss, frozen, as he stacked the pillows up. You slowly pulled the rest of the pillowcase around your pillow, going over and over what he just said in your mind. Did he mean that the way you heard it? He had to. He had to have meant it that way. NO. NO. NO. He did not mean it that way. It was a polite response. But the INTONATION! You argued with yourself. You said you thought it would be fun, all he said is that it will be fun… Fuck he totally meant it that way oh my god oh my god oh my god- “Do you run cold?” He was looking at you, one hand on his hip. You blinked at him. “What?” He smiled playfully at you. At your near catatonic state. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Do you get cold? In the night. I’m just wonderin’ if ya need another blanket is all.” You caught on incredibly slowly, dumbly looking down at the two quilts he had laid out on the bed. Was there a correct answer? “Uh. I do. Kinda,” you put eloquently. “Figured. It gets real cold in the guest room anyhow, I’ll go get ya another,” he didn’t give you a second to process his words before he breezed right past you back down the hallway. Alone for a moment, you took a shaky breath, setting down the pillow you were still vice-gripping. You slumped onto the bed, raking your hands through your hair. The tingling sensation resumed from earlier. The tension, in your mind or not, was becoming unbearable. You pressed your thighs together as your mind swam.

Rick re-entered with a thick dark green knitted blanket, you felt warmer just looking at it. “Try that,” he stated, tossing it to you. You catch it, feeling its heft, and rub the fibers together in your hands, “It feels nice,” you murmur. “I’ll let ya borrow it til you go back, but don’t get any funny ideas about taking it back with you. That one there’s my favorite,” he said with a smile, his arms crossed. He gave you his favorite blanket. Shut up he’s just being hospitable. “Thank you.” He nodded, and with that, he was gone. It was like the lights died out in the room. You immediately feel his absence in your chest. You wanted to chase after him, even just to talk about the weather. Anything. Instead, you stroked the blanket he gave you. It smelled of him. Not just his cologne, but him. Before you knew it you were holding the blanket to your face, deeply inhaling, imagining him all around you. His strong arms, wide rough hands, that smile of his. You imagined you were combing your fingers through his thick head of hair. You wanted him desperately. Jesus, you felt like a creep.

You let the blanket fall back to your lap.

To your surprise, Rick Grimes was standing in the doorway again, that fucking look on his face.

“Meant to tell ya, dinners at 7” He turned on his heel and was gone.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

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notes: thank u all for ur support on the first part! I hope this satiates you all for now while I finish part three <3

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