#fluff writer

you’ve had a boring summer so far, only going out a few times, and most of it being with family. when your mother asked you to babysit one of her friends child for the weekend you instantly agreed. you packed your bags and a bit of toys incase he’d want to play, then made your way over.

it was a thirty minute drive and when you arrived the mother was sitting outside on the porch with her baby, it was a huge and beautiful home. you wondered what she did for work.

“hello!” you smiled, walking up with your bag in hand.

“hi darling, it’s so nice to meet you,” she said while handing you the baby boy, “his name is kenye, he’s very calm and loves fútbol, so if he’s ever throwing a tantrum just put a match on.” she winks.

you laugh, “got it, any allergies or emergency numbers?”

she winded her eyes slightly, nodding her head, “right. emergency numbers are on the side of the fridge, and if he ever says he wants “lala” he means his older brother.” she laughs at the nickname.

“his number is listed under lamine on the fridge, feel free to text him.”

you nod after every sentence she said, “got it, thank you for having me, i hope your vacation goes well!”

she says her goodbyes to her baby and you wave to her as she drives away. after she leaves you enter the house and you’re met with a beautiful, warm looking home, with the fireplace on, and a huge kitchen island, your dream.

you place the baby down and he waddles away to the carpet in the living room. you take the time to send pictures to your friends and whatnot.

“you hungry baby?” you say in a high-pitched voice to kenye.

he nods and giggles, “chicken!”

“awe you want chicken nuggets?” you pick him up, holding him on the side of your waist while searching for frozen chicken nuggets.

to your luck you found some in the freezer, you place the bag on the counter along with kenye and read the instructions. you hear him huff slightly.

“what’s wrong?” you slightly tilt your head and scrunch your nose.

“dino!” he blurts, pushing the chicken nuggets away from him, trying to knock it into the ground.

“this is all there is, i’m sorry.” you pout softly.

you thought he’d accept it, but now he’s throwing a fit and doesn’t want to eat anything else apparently. you throw on a match hoping it’d calm him down, but it only made him more agitated. you sigh to yourself knowing you’d have to drive to the store and get some dino nuggets or he’d never calm down.

you spot his car seat by the kitchen island, put shoes on him, and make your way to your car. you spent around ten minutes trying to tighten the car seat, it had been your first time ever installing a car seat and it was harder than it seemed.

“finally.” you sigh, putting your hands on your hips and head back.

“okey, come here kenye.” you pick him up and buckle him in, he instantly stops fussing.

you put on some light tunes as you make your way to the grocery store. it was only about fifteen minutes away, but it felt like forever since you had never been on this side of the city. the sun was starting to set, it had just turned seven.

you take him out his seat locking the car as you hold him on your hip. you grab a cart and place him in the baby seat. he smiled brightly, moving his hands around.

you make your way to the frozen foods section, grab the exact dino nuggets he wanted, because he started pointing instantly. you were making your way towards the checkout area, but you see the lego section and do a 360.

“you like legos baby?” you say out loud, not really expecting a real response from him.

you see a ton of legos, you try not to look at the more expensive and big ones since you’ve already spent around two thousand on legos in the past. you walk over to the miniature ones and find a cute pink car, next to a blue one.

you grab the blue one and put it in front of kenye, he makes some excited baby noises and grabs it, not letting it go.

“okay kenye, we’ll get you that one.” you laugh while putting the pink one in the cart as well.

you finish checking your things out and make your way back to the house. you put the dino nuggets in the oven and unbox the legos. kenye is right next to you playing around with his bags.

you’re halfway done with the pink car when kenye puts the blue bag in your face, you set aside your lego set and start to build his, he hands you it piece by piece, making the process ten times longer. it annoyed you a bit, but he was a little baby so it didn’t bother you too much.

the oven timer dinged, you stood up and took his nuggets out, placing them on a plate and letting them cool down as you poured him a little bit of fruit punch in a cup.

you sat him down on his high chair and continued building the cars while you let it cool down for a couple of minutes.

“look how cute!” you smile, showing kenye the finished pink car.

he giggled, reaching for it, you handed him his nuggets and juice instead. you finished building his blue car and took a picture.

after eating kenye started yawning, so you took him to brush his teeth and changed him into pajamas, tucking him into bed. you sat there for a bit until he fully fell asleep.

you got up, saw the room door across from him slightly ajar and decided to snoop around, you knew it was wrong, but it wasn’t like you were going to steal anything.

you were met with a room full of trophies, a gaming set up, and not to mention, it was a bit messy. clothes on the ground, empty waterbottles and a few chip backs on the nightstand, along with socks everywhere.

you knew it wasn’t your job, but you separated the dirty clothes, setting them into separate piles, and you found yourself looking at the trophies. you realized they were an actual professional team, rather than a highschool or college team.

“lamine yamal.” you whisper to yourself, wondering who it was.

you keep snooping and see a huge walk-in closet filled with designer clothes and accessories, including chrome hearts, your favorite.

“holy shit.” you mumble against your breath, walking up to the jewelry on a table in the middle of the room.

you see the jewelry through the clear top and open the drawer, pulling out a chrome hearts necklace and matching bracelet. it was the only thing on your wishlist for years now, and now it was sitting in front of you. you instantly took a picture and sent it to your bestfriend group chat.

you put your phone in your back pocket again, put the jewelry back and snooped around some more. you got nervous you were being watched after about five minutes, so you turned off the lights and left the room.

you were instructed to sleep in the guest room, which was also very big and luxurious, but it wasn’t anything like the room you were just in. you lay on your stomach scrolling through your phone, then the thought comes across your mind to search up the boys name.

you type his name into google and see he’s a player for fc barcelona. your jaw almost drops as you scroll some more and see his stats, including how much he’s worth. not to mention, he was also very attractive.

you get bored after some time and turn your phone off, going to sleep, after setting your alarm for 6 am, hoping to wake up before kenye.

the next morning comes, the sun is still down and the birds aren’t chirping. you get yourself up, putting on your slippers and head to the restroom. you brush your teeth, wash your face, and fix your hair.

you go back to the guest room and change into some decent clothes, then you go out to the kitchen to make breakfast for you and kenye. you decide on simple eggs, toast, and sausage.

while setting all the food onto the two plates you hear tiny, but loud footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

“mm?” you hear beside you.

“kenye, good morning, let’s go brush our teeth.” you say picking him up in your arms.

you finished brushing his teeth and sat him down on his high chair. placing his plate into the little tray and pouring him a small glass of water. you take a seat next to him and enjoy the view of the nice house in front of you.

“lala.” kenye pouts like he’s about to cry.

you remembered that his mother said “lala” meant his older brother, and that his number would be on the fridge. you felt a little weird texting him since you now knew who he was. nonetheless, you get up to type the number into your phone.

“what do you want to say?” you smile handing him your phone, unsure if he knew how to text.

you let him type for a couple minutes and took it back, seeing what he said, you read the messages, “lala.”, “hi.”, “where lala.” and laugh at lamine’s response, “hello? kenye?”

you text to let him know you were babysitting him and his mother gave you his phone number, he didn’t respond after that, which you brushed off.

the day went by slow, you cleaned the house a bit, watched two disney movies, made lunch, and basically just sat around and followed kenye while he played with his toys.

it was now 8 pm, you just ate dinner, chinese take out with kenye and you were both on the floor coloring. you heard the door open and perked up instantly. you grabbed kenye heading for the side door until you heard a voice.

“kenye! look what i have!” you hear a man say.

you try to keep quiet, still unaware of who it is, but kenye gurgles and flaps his arms around wanting to be put down. you walk towards the door and see him. lamine yamal. he was much cuter in person, and taller than you initially thought.

you set kenye down, “oh, hi, sorry i wasn’t sure who it was.” you awkwardly say.

he smiles and scans your body up and down, “it’s okay, you’re the babysitter?”

you nod, “i’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you too, how did you meet my mom?” lamine says while holding kenye on his hip.

“i didn’t really.” you say, biting the inside of your lip slightly, “our mom’s are friends.”

he makes an “ohh” face, “okay, did you two eat dinner yet?”

“yep, take out.” you smile, putting your hands behind your back nervously.

“oh okay,” he says turning to kenye, “time to sleep?”

kenye nods no and crosses his arms, then reaches out towards you so you can carry him. lamine leans closer to you so you can grab kenye, you accept and take him.

“he really likes you,” he says inspecting you once more, “he doesn’t really like people.”

“awe, really?” you say, flattered and share a look with kenye.

“yeah, we’ve been through like twenty babysitters because he doesn’t like any of them, that’s why i came to check in today.” lamine spoke while rubbing the back of his head.

“wow, i’m honored then.” you smile, with your finger in kenye’s hand, swinging,

“do you want to color with us?” you break the awkward silence, “we were coloring some dinosaurs before you came in.”

kenye lights up at the word “dinosaur” causing you two to laugh, “yeah, let me wash up first, i’ll be down in ten.”

“sounds good.” you say trying to sound calm even though your stomach was fluttering with butterflies.

you and kenye finish the page you were on and start new ones, you set one aside for lamine who finally came down.

“hey.” he said, stretching his muscular arms out.

his hair was wet, his abs were shimmering in the light, and his smile too cute to ignore. you accidentally stared a bit too long without saying anything, he laughed a tiny bit which cause you to quickly look away without saying anything.

“here’s yours, you can choose another if you’d like.” you softly say, passing him the cutest page which you were going to save for later, but couldn’t resist giving it to him.

“it’s cute, i’ll keep it.” he says and he sat next to you.

you could feel the heat of his body that’s how close he was, you instantly stiffened up, but continued to color.

“kenye pásame eso.” (kenye, pass me that.) lamine said, nodding his head towards a light blue color.

he nodded no and held it to his chest, you laughed, and turned to lamine, “here, use mine.”

“thanks.” he says, his fingers brushing yours as he sticks his tongue out playfully to his little brother.

you three finish coloring about twenty minutes later, kenye started to yawn and waddle towards you.

“you sleepy?” you coo to him.

he nods and you stretch your legs out in front of you before standing up and grabbing him, “let’s clean up before we brush our teeth and go to bed, yeah?”

he nods and lamine butts in, “it’s okay, i can clean up while you get him ready for bed, he seems to like you more than me.” he says while ruffling his head.

“you sure?” you adjust your grip, “i don’t want it to look like i’m not doing my job.” you smile slightly.

“yeah, it’s okay, go ahead.” lamine shoo’s you two away.

you smile on your way upstairs, you help kenye brush his teeth, change him into pajamas, and then tuck him into bed. you’re waiting for him to fall asleep like you did last night when the door opens.

“sorry, i didn’t know you were in here.” lamine whispers.

“it’s okay, just making sure he’s fully asleep.” you smile while walking towards the door.

he smiles back at you, letting you walk into the hallway, “is the guest bed okay?”

you nod right away, “it is.”

his face tenses up slightly as you speak, “oh, i know that my mom put in the old sheets, that’s why i’m asking.”

he pauses for a second, “if it’s not comfortable you can sleep in mine.” he shrugs, trying to play off his obvious attempt at asking to sleep with you.

“well, it was a little cold last night.” you smile and look up to his eyes.

he nods in acceptance, “you can change and do your things, i’ll make my bed.” he says, letting you go into the guest room.

you strip completely, putting on a cute matching pair of bra and underwear, and a pink, silk nightgown. you fix your hair up a bit, take off your jewelry, and put on some lotion.

you head out, his room door is cracked open and dimly lit with what you assume is a small lamp. you walk in and see him putting the comforter on the bed. you two make eye contact, until he breaks it.

“you mind which side i sleep on?” you say trying to make it less awkward.

“no,” he shook his head, “pick whichever side.”

you take the left side and he walks to the other, “you mind if i keep my candle on?”

“no that’s fine, what scent is it?” you ask, trying to make conversation.

“vanilla, my favorite.” he holds it, gesturing you to smell it.

you take a big sniff, “mm, smells like christmas.”

“yeah, it really does.” he lights the candle up and places it to the nightstand on his side and turns off the lamp.

you lay on your side, back facing him, but you made sure to keep some distance incase you read the situation wrong. you stare into the darkness for a bit, unable to close your eyes. then, you feel arms come around you, one under your side and the other over.

the moment you feel his arms you back your body up against his without saying a word. he places his head on top of yours and lets out a gentle breath. you hold one of his fingers with your hand and adjust your head on his pillow, falling asleep.

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kind of a cliffhanger, i didn’t want to make it too long, part two? 👀

also did not proof read, please let me know if there are any mistakes.

you’re in tokyo for a week because of modeling events, interviews, and brand events. you thought it’d be a nice getaway but it ended up being more stressful than you thought. everyday has been nonstop hair appointments, fittings, interviews, people fixing your clothes every five seconds, and flashing, bright lights constantly in your face.

meanwhile, gunner came with with you because he thought it would be “fun”, but the truth is he hates being away from you for so long.

by the third night you are exhausted, him not so much since he’s really just been sightseeing and supporting you behind the scenes.

it was almost two am and you finally got back to the hotel from a dinner event. the city was still bright and lively. you noticed that tokyo would never die down at night, even this late. you could see all the neon lights out, traffic, and the rain reflecting off the ground.

you kick your shoes off immediately upon entering the door.

“i’m actually dead.” you groan while collapsing onto the bed.

“you say that everyday.” gunner softly laughs while placing one of your bags down.

“because everyday feels like nonstop hell.”

he laughs once again, throwing his hoodie onto a nearby chair and walking over to the window.

it was quiet for a minute, only the sound of you sighing every once in a while and the city sounds muffling through.

gunner finally moves from the window, “i’m bored.”

you pick your head up in defeat, “at two in the morning?”

he shrugs, “yeah.”

“gunner,” you pause, sinking into the bed more, “i really don’t wanna.”

“cmon baby, come outside with me, it’ll be fun.” he nudged you.

you groaned loudly, partially as a joke, “outside where?”

“i dunno. somewhere. let’s go find out.” he said while dragging your body up, holding you by your waist.

“ugh, you know i hate going out with no plan.” you whine, mostly because you’re tired.

“it’s a new country, and new city that we’ve never been to.” he holds you close, you’re sitting down with your head to his stomach, “we’ll find something to do, i promise.”

despite complaining, ten minutes later you and gunner are downstairs leaving the hotel in hoodies and sweats, trying not to get recognized.

the air cold, and it smells like rain along with food from nearby restaurants. the cars passing by practically blind you, reflecting off the puddles on the ground.

he walks beside you, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other over your shoulders. you lean your head closer to him while looking at everything around you.

“this looks so fake, like unreal.” you say in awe.

“mhm.” he says slowly.

“you’re not even listening to me.” you take his arm off your shoulders.

“i am,” he says, “you said it looks fake.”

“whatever.” you look away, smiling.

he kisses you on the cheek, you pull away, rolling your eyes and laughing while he smiles.

you end up inside a tiny convenience store packed with snacks and drinks you’ve never heard of before. you knew a little bit of japanese, you had to learn the basics before coming on the trip, so you knew a thing or two.

gunner immediately gets distracted.

“what even is this?” he asks, holding up a drink with a dancing melon on it.

you shrug, “buy it.”

“we can’t just buy everything, y/n.” he smiles at you.

“says who?” you raise an eyebrow, “you scared?”

suddenly it becomes a competition. the next ten minutes you both spend grabbing random snacks off shelves and daring each other to try them while quietly arguing in the middle of the aisles.

at one point he disappears, you find him near the freezer section.

“what are you doing?” you say while holding a basket full of things.

“tryna find out which one looks the best just by the wrapper.” he says as he inspects two ice creams in his hands.

“i say the green one, it’s matcha flavored.” you smile and hold the basket towards him so he can put it in.

“matcha? how do you,” he paused, putting the other option down, “i forgot you took lessons on japanese.”

“jealous.” you nudge him and he rolls his eyes.

he takes the basket from you and puts all his items in it, you grab a candy that has bright and colorful package, but gunner snatches it from you.

“hey!” you say reaching back for it, but he holds his arm up too high.

“you don’t need all this sugar baby.” he leans down and kisses the top of your head.

“and you do?” you argue back.

“im different.”

“mhm.” you huff.

you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, you yourself told him to keep you away from certain things since you had to stay a certain weight for the modeling shoots this month.

you were annoyed, but appreciated he cared enough and paid attention. so you weren’t too upset at him.

the cashier gives both of you a slightly amused look while ringing everything up because you’ve been bickering the entire time.

then, you make it outside and sit together on the curb near the store sharing snacks while the city glows around you.

it feels peaceful, something you haven’t felt in days. you lean against his shoulder while eating a koala-shaped lollipop.

“you did good today by the way.” he says out of the blue.

“hm?” you say, popping the lollipop out your mouth.

“at your interview thingy.” he put his arm around you and you just nod in response.

“i could tell you was nervous earlier.”

“did you?” you laugh.

“yeah, i woulda stepped in but i knew i wasn’t allowed.”

“thanks gunner.” you say quietly.

“you’re famous now.” he jokes.

you pick your head up, “i’m not though.”

“cap, you got people fixing your hair every five seconds and you was on a billboard today.”

“lightwork compared to you.” you shrug.

he rolls his eyes, “trust me, you’re way better at it than me.” he says while almost finishing off the ice cream he had bought, “plus you look happier now.”

“only because you’re here.”

“want the last bite?” he gestures his ice cream towards you.

you instantly eat the rest off the stick, “mm, that’s actually so good.”

“yeah, i thought i wouldn’t like it, we gotta come here again sometime.”

he throws away his trash and carries the two bags, holding your hand in the other. he takes you around the city for about an hour, then back to your hotel.

you instantly fall asleep, sprawled out over the whole bed. you find him asleep on the chair the next morning and put a blanket over him.

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You lean back against the headboard, a smile rested on your face as you have Matt and Chris’ livestream pulled up on the tv.

You finish setting up your burner twitch account with a giggle, and soon enough, crazy4chrispkreme has entered the chat.

You lay a hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as you try to control your laughter.

You let out a sigh, glancing from the tv down to your phone, Oh my god, the guy on the left is literally so hot.

You look back up at the tv, hoping for a reaction, nothing. So you type something else out, Chris!! Can I get a shoutout please!!!

And again, right after, Christopher! I love you sooo much please notice me!!!!!!!!

You bite your lip to stifle back your laughter when you see Matt lean into the screen, “What the fuck?” He laughs, reaching back to get Chris’ attention, “Do you see this?”

“See what?” Chris leans forward and Matt shakes his head, “Hold on, it went away. Just.. watch the chat.”

You give it a second, watching them both stare at the chat screen before you type out, Are you looking for my message?

Matt’s eyes go wide and he looks at Chris, “Did you see that?”

“You better not be talking about that fucking username.” Chris laughs and covers his face, “What the fuck.”

You giggle, Chris! Chris! I love you pleeaseeeee say something to me

At this point, there’s a few people telling you to chill out and to ‘calm your little fan girl ass down’, but you ignore it.

“What is up with these usernames chat.” Matt laughs, shaking his head, “They want you to say something to them.”

“I don’t..” Chris laughs, “I- just-“ he continues to laugh, “That’s actually crazy. Crazy four Chris-p kreme.”

You press your cheek into your shoulder, laughing before looking back at your phone, Ahhhh thank you I love you so much you have no idea my life has been made <3333

Chris raises his brows and leans back into the chair, “Glad I could help.”

But you don’t stop, Chris you’d be even hotter if you take your shirt off!!

And right after, come on! Don’t be shy! We all think you’re hot!

You press your hand to your mouth hard as you watch both of their reactions on the tv, “What the actual fuck..” Matt’s eyes widen and he sighs while shaking his head, “I’m going to have to agree with the other people here, you need to calm down.”

“I’m not taking my shirt off, why would- no. No.” Chris shakes his head and sighs, “What the fuck.”

Awww boooooo, you type, Why not????

User1: yoooo chill out

User2: seriously that’s so embarrassing, as a members of the sturniolo fandom, we don’t claim this bitch

User3: you have some serious issues you need to figure that out bro like seriously

You laugh, Fine, but I still think Chris is the hotter one out of the two.

Matt shakes his head and Chris crosses his arms, “I mean, I can agree to that.” He laughs and Matt rolls his eyes, “Why do you have to be weird?”

“I’m not, I’m just restating facts.” Chris laughs and you move around to get more comfortable, reading down over the chat as people try to explain to you that you can’t say that blah blah blah.

Christopher Owen, the man you are!!

God I wish I had the chance to date him, he looks like he would be a really good bf

Matt smirks, “Aw, Chris, they want a date. They think you’d be a really good boyfriend.” He looks at Chris and he smirks, “name a time and place.”

Your jaw drops as you laugh, swiping over to text Chris, name a time and place? Are you serious??

You go back to the twitch chat and watch the tv. He pulls his phone from his pocket and instantly starts to laugh, “Matt.”

Matt leans back, reading over your text and he gives Chris a look, “Uh oh.”

You type out the chat, Oh no!!! What’s going on?!

You watch as Chris taps on his screen before laying his phone face down in his lap. His text comes through and you laugh, shaking your head as you read it, You think you’re slick, huh?

You tap on it and text him back, What ever do you mean Christopher Owen, the man that you are??

You hit send and go back to twitch, the things I would let Chris do to me is astronomical, good lord

You giggle as Chris tries so hard to fight back a smirk as he reads your text. He leans forward to show Matt and his jaw drops, “Is that..”

Chris nods, “Uh huh.”

You type out in the chat, what’s going onnnnnn

Matt laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about what’s going on.”

Chris taps his screen and you sigh as you click on his text, the man I am, thinking my girlfriend is trolling me on a fake twitch account

You leave him on open and go back to twitch, typing out a message that only him and Matt will understand, why are you calling me a troll? I promise I’m a real person who just loves Chris sooooo much <3333

You lay your phone down and Chris stands up, “I’m going to grab a sweatshirt.”

Matt laughs and nods, “Alright.”

You look over at the door, watching as it opens and Chris walks in laughing, “Are you fucking serious?”

You shrug, locking your phone, “What?!”

“You’re actually the funniest fucking person ever.” He walks over and lays his body on yours, “I was so confused at first.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hey, I have to have a little fun while you’re having fun.”

He laughs and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “but you don’t love my username?”

He buries his face into your neck and laughs, “How did you even come up with that?” You laugh and shrug, “May have remembered your old Snapchat username.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He smiles, tilting his head up, “But I love you.” He kisses your lips, “So much.”

“I love you.” You kiss him one last time before he stands up, “Wear the grey sweatshirt. I love you in that.”

“What so you can troll me harder?” He laughs as he pulls the grey hoodie off of the hanger, and you nod with a smile, “How’d you know?”

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Thanks for reading! I love you so much! If you want a Matt one or whoever, let me know! 🖤 catch you in the next one!

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“Y/n! Behind you!” Rick tells from across the way, and you turn around, jumping back and gripping your knife harder before stabbing the walker in the head.

You watch it drop, stepping over it to kill another.

You hear footsteps run up to you and you turn around, sighing in relief when you see Rick.

“Ya okay?” Rick scans over your arms, “That walker got a little close.”

“Yeah.” You nod, running your hand over your arm, “I’m good.” You look up at him, “Are you?” He nods, a smirk fighting to make its way on his lips, “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

He looks around, “Should probably head back, though.” He looks back at you, “Only have a little bit more daylight left.”

You bend down, grabbing the backpack from the dirt, “Yeah, I think this run turned out to be a good one.”

He nods in agreement, “Yeah, let’s just hope it’s enough for now.”

“It is, Rick. Don’t.. sell yourself short. Those people appreciate everything you do. Everything you get, I know I do.”

He smiles, looking down as he nods, “I appreciate hearing that.” He nods towards the car, “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The car ride back wasn’t, too long. The whole time you kept trying to convince yourself that the tension you felt, was all in your head, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t.

As you pull up to the gate and stop, Rick’s voice catches your attention, “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Anytime. I’m always up for a run.” You smile at him and turn your attention back to the gate as it’s pulled open.

Rick drives the car up, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You smirk as you get out of the car, slinging your gun strap over your shoulder, “Do you need help with anything else?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll get someone else to help. Go wash up. You look a mess.” He chuckle slightly and you roll your eyes, giving him a smile, “I look better than you.”

He nods, tapping the roof of the car before shutting the door.

You turn away, heading for your house.

Once inside, you kick off your boots, setting your gun down by the door and you head upstairs. One thing you were really grateful for, were the showers.

After the world went to shit and you found Alexandria, you vowed to never take running wanted for granted ever again.

You switch the shower on, waiting for the steam to start rolling off before you strip down and get in.

Your mind was heavy on Rick, and nothing but Rick.

Constantly trying to figure out if there’s something between the two of you, or if you’re just making it up because of your feelings towards him.

You shake your head, trying to get the thoughts to stop as you step under the water and let it stream down over you.

After washing up, you turn the water off. You wring out your hair before pushing the door open and grabbing your towel.

You wrap it around your body before walking over to your bedroom. As you’re standing at the one dresser, you hear your front door open, and it perks your attention.

You grab the knife from your dresser, quietly moving over to behind the door when you hear the footsteps come towards the steps.

You let go of the breath you’re holding when Rick announces himself, “Y/n? It’s me.”

“Don’t scare me like that.” You yell out with a laugh, “I’m upstairs.” You hear him laugh and you walk back to place your knife on the dresser.

“Sorry, I didn’t me-“ you hear him take a deep breath and you glance over your shoulder, “Sorry I just got out of the shower.”

“No, no. You’re fine.” He chuckles, “I did too.. I just didn’t-“ he pauses, “I would have waited if I had known you..”

You turn around, shaking your head, “You’re fine, Rick, what’s up?”

He runs a hand over his hair, his eyes fighting to not trail down your body, “I um, I know I already said it, but I just wanted to say thank you again for volunteering to go out there with me.”

“It’s not a problem, Rick. Like I said, anytime.” You smile, “If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”

He nods, “I won’t.” He smiles and turns around, but stops, “You know, I’m glad you decided to stay. You’re a vital part of this place and I just wish I knew how to thank you.”

“I mean..” You laugh slightly, and Rick turns around slightly, “You mean, what, sweetheart?”

You turn around, facing your dresser and you drop the towel, “I can think of something..” you put on a shirt and turn around, “But I don’t know how you’d feel about it.”

He tilts his head, his lips forming a smirk, “y/n.”

“All you gotta do is close the door.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Rick chuckles, “You know we.. can’t do that..”

“Who says?” You shrug, tilting your head as you walk over to him, “Tell me the name of the person who said that, and I’ll kick their ass.”

Rick watches as you hand slides up his chest and you push his chin to turn his head towards you, “You know I can.”

He licks his lips, sliding his hand up your arm to your hand. He pulls it up to press it against his cheek and his other hand slides over your hip, pushing you in close to him by your lower back.

“No need to kick anyone’s ass, sweetheart.” He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm before he bends down and picks you up.

Your hands cup his bearded cheeks and you close the space between your lips. He groans at the touch, bending down to lay you on the bed and he crawls up so his body is hovering over yours.

His lips trail back your jaw, down your neck, and he dips his head down to pull your shirt up your body with his teeth.

“God, you are a work of art.” He groans as he kisses between your boobs, moving over to take your one nipple into his mouth.

You moan out, laying a hand on the back of his head as your back arches upward, “Rick.” You whimper out, “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckles against your skin, lifting his head to look at you, “You’ve been thinkin’ about this a lot, haven’t you?”

You nod, “I’m not going to lie.”

“That’s good.” He presses his lips to yours and he sits up, undoing his belt, “I like honesty.”

You smirk, sitting up to push his shirt up, “I really like you.” He watches at you kiss over his abdomen, jaw slack as you slide a hand up his thigh to his growing bulge.

He pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it down to the floor. He reaches down, his hand brushing down your cheek to cup your chin, “Since we’re bein’ honest here, sweetheart.” He pulls his lip between his teeth and takes a deep breath, “I’ve pictured you on your knees in front of me.”

You smirk, biting your lip, “I can do that.”

His eyes follow you as you move down off the bed, discarding your shirt before dropping down to your knees, “I’ve dreamed of it as well.”

“Fuck.” He groans as he tilts his head back, moving to stand up beside the bed. As he lays his duty belt on the floor, you work at undoing his jeans.

He watches you in awe, his hand moving to brush hair from your face as you tug his pants and underwear down his thigh.

You don’t hesitate, glancing up at him once before leaning in and taking the aching tip of his cock into your mouth.

His breath hit hitches and his head rolls back, “Shit, y/n.” He looks down, watching as you work, bobbing your head up and down.

You tilt your head back, licking up the underside as your eyes lock onto his.

His grow darker as his jaw cocks, “You really are something, C’mere.” He pulls you to your feet, sitting down on the bad as he grips your hips.

He pulls you onto him, your knees on either side of his hips and his head is tilted back, “Go on, baby.”

You nod, reaching down to hold him steady as you lower your hips. His grip tightens as he feels himself slip into you, “Fuckin’ hell.”

Your arm wraps around his neck, your other hand pressing into his chest as you moan, “Fuck, Rick.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his.

He slides a hand back up your back, pulling you into him as he lays back, “M’gonnna need you to move, sweetheart.”

You slowly raise your hips, lowering back down with moan after moan leaving your lips, “Y-you’re so big.”

He chuckles, planting kisses along your neck, “Feel good?”

“Uh huh.” You breathe out, “So good.”

You move your hips faster, your one hand pushing into the bed by his head while your other one runs up his cheek, “Needed you so bad, Rick.”

“I needed you, sweetheart.” He reaches up, turning you face towards him, “You make me feel things I wasn’t sure I believed in anymore.”

You smile down at him before closing the space. His arm wraps around your lower back, holding you tight.

You push your other hand into the mattress by his head, moving your hips faster, “Fuck, fuck. I’m so close.” You whine, “So fucking close.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” His hands slide down your back to your ass, gripping tight, “Need to feel you.”

You whine at his words, pushing your hips down and rolling them forward as you cum, “F-fuck.” You bury your face into his chest and he takes the opportunity to roll you both over, his thrusts guiding you through your high.

He groans, leaving open mouth kisses along your neck as he thrusts in deeper. You gasp, moaning out as you drag your fingers through his hair.

His lips crash onto yours, “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

You look up at him, “Crazy to say I was made for you?” You bite your lip, your brows furrowing as he reaches between your bodies to draw circles on your clit.

“Not at all.” He smirks, tilting his head, “gonna get you to cum one more time. Can you do that f’me?”

You nod, back arching off the bed, “F-fuck, yes.”

He attacks your neck with kisses, biting and sucking at the skin, “Shit, y/n. I-I’m not-“ he groans, gripping your hip tight, “Fuck.”

He groans and your orgasm hits right as you feel his cock twitch. His fingers keep drawing circles, but they slow down, along with his thrust.

You cup his cheeks, staring up at him as you both try to control your breathing.

He gives you a smile and you lift your head up, pressing a kiss to his lip. He smiles within the kiss and leans up, “Looks like we have t’go on more runs together, huh?”

You nod, giving him a smirk, “Looks like it.”

He chuckles and bends down to grab his clothes, “I hate to, uh, run out on you, but I told-“

You cut him off, “No, it’s okay.” You put on your shirt, “Not like you don’t know where to find me or anything.”

He slips

His shirt on and nods, looking over at you while he clips on his duty belt, “Right, right.” He walks over, hands pulling you in by your hips, “Thank you.”

You peck his lips, “You don’t have to thank me, Rick. Just, believe it.”

“Believe what, sweetheart?” He tilts his head and you wrap your arms around his neck, “That love can still exist in a world like this.”

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My first ever Rick one shot - I hope you like it. Requests are open.