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itsgrimeytime · 10 months

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Magnolia in May (Part One) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

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Song Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: mentioned infidelity, abandoning children, and rumors.

[[ A/N: Is a Southern accent accurate for this time period? No, no it is not. Do I care? No, no I do not. Pride and Prejudice vibes. You are the sister of Maggie and Beth, and the daughter of Hershel. For plot purposes, I've decided you're the oldest. I was twirling my hair and giggling at this soooooo... And yes it is a quote from The Princess and the Frog. Anyway, thanks for reading!! ]]

"Oh, please," Maggie laughed, "-a rich man? Here? Never."

You added in a shushed voice, as it was late in the night, "Last man I saw around here was Mr. Knightley, and I'd surely say he's much too old for my taste."

The giggles filled the candle-gleamed room, it was coated in a special shade of orange -almost like a sunset. You thought it'd be a nice painting were you to ever find the motivation to paint.

The rumor that had been spilled in the quiet of the night was a man with a vast fortune on the hunt for a wife -nothing was known about him. Just that he was rich and wife hunting was enough for some people. Most people.

"I heard he's quite handsome," Beth whispered -across the room in her single bed, while you and Maggie shared the double.

You quipped, "I supposed someone imaginary might be so."

The pillow that went flying across the room only allowed more giggles to surmise in the dim room -an aura of pure joy.

Beth, who was now smiling but still wished to be taken seriously, "I'm serious! Cassandra a few towns over said she saw him in his carriage."

"I'm not so sure you should be looking in carriages, Beth," Maggie retorted -laughter on the tip of her tongue.

"You two are despicable," hissed across the space, as yet another pillow flew toward the bed.

It was such a far-off idea, really. A visitor? Here? Really? Alexandria was a far too quiet town for anyone to even travel to. Everyone knew everyone and so a visitor would only be talked about rather than be approached; eyes across the road, everyone would be waiting for a mistake. For something to spread.

"If there is such a man," you spoke, leaning back against the bed after the giggles were silent and the candles extinguished, "-I'd say he's rather brave for it."

You woke up that morning to the birds chirping -bright and sing-songy. It was like an alarm to you, pleasant noises against the cold of the morning and you thought just for a second... Maybe you could sleep in just a few more moments.

"Girls! We must be up and ready," her voice echoed up the stairs -pointed and sort of squeaky, "-I have some grand news!"

Naturally, your Headmistress had halted those plans -always eager to instill proper behavior. It was her job, after all. Your father had hired her, shortly after your mother had passed -a sickness not even your father could fix. It was a difficult decision, but with three young daughters and no mother, you never really blamed him. In order to excel, you needed to be married, and to be married, you needed to be proper.

"If I could, I'd hold the house on my own. But, I'm getting older and I'm not what I used to be."

Your father was much looser on restrictions, and you and your sisters would've never gotten this far with your Headmistress Elisa, tragically. She was quite the bore.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you pulled yourself up -beautiful birds washed out by Ms. Elisa's fussing. Quickly brushing your hair back into something more presentable, you shook and woke both of your sisters, whispering that you'd stall until she came looking.

"Headmistress, Father-" you spoke, adjusting your dress (the one you'd hardly worn because it was terribly out of fashion) and stepping out into the open, "-good morning."

Your father was at the table, head flickering between a file laid at his fingertips -a patient, you assumed. He often took cases home that irked him or needed more thought than what he could do at the clinic. Drastically careful with the personal details, you really only learned of medical issues instead of the faces behind them. Your father was adamant in never went farther.

"Good morning, darling," Elisa smiled, a little frustration in the pull of her lips -probably at the noticeable lack at your sides, "-good to know someone listens to me."

And then she paused, eyes racking along the dress you'd chosen in a split second -as you knew she would.

"Oh, no no no-" she echoed, tsking as she pinched the fabric in her hands -eyes analyzing the fabric, "-this won't do, Dr. Greene, we need much better dresses for the girls-"

"Headmistress, I'm sure I could find something more fitting, I foolishly assumed this was just breakfast-"

"Better dresses?" he questioned, file laid closed by his hands, "Whatever for?"

That was when your sisters had joined, hair not perfect but much better than you thought it would be on the time limit. Their dresses were much the same, evidence of a lack of current fashion trends -you flinched at the Headmistress's gaze settling on it.

"Well, now that everyone is present," she spoke, tone clipped and posture impossibly straight, "-Alexandria is expecting rather prolific company."

Father straightened then, attentive to the prospect, "And who may this be? Would I know them?"

"You must-" her voice was almost dreamy at the prospect of such a lavish living, "-the man's rather well-known in Atlanta, rather, the family is. Rhee, darling."

Your father paused seeming to take in the information -like he was trying to remember if he'd known the name, or maybe specifically the person.

"But-" your Headmistress grinned, the most excited you'd ever seen her, "-there’s even more! The younger man of the Rhee name, he's close friends with the man who owns the large estate only a few miles off of here."

"It's safe to assume they'll both be around, then?" Beth asked with the shyness that reflected her age -she was rather doe-eyed.

It had always caused you to worry, your youngest sister out in the world. She was capable, really, just a smidgen naive, and such a beautiful girl can't afford to be naive.

Before the headmistress could answer, Father seemed to add some things together -the furrow on his brow prominent, "Wait, the man who owns the estate? You mean the one off the road around the Henleys?"

"The one with the lavish fountains, yes," Elisa answered, a bit disinterested in this turn of conversation.

"I know Mr. Grimes," he stated -a sort of empathy deeply seeded into his tone, "-and knowing him makes me certain he is not looking for a mistress. Not after the first one."

You pursed your brow, a bit confused by the wording, "Is the man a widow?"

Your father faltered, a bit of uncertainty flattening upon his lips, "Well, not quite, dear. He lost his wife, yes, but not the way you think."

"If you count 'running off with a soldier' losing her, you mean."

Father's face stiffened, "Miss Elisa, it's rather disrespectful to speak of a man's life that way."

"Just the truth, Hershel," she leaned in to you three -whispering the rest, "-I heard it was the man's own best friend."

"If you must know, I'd much rather tell you correctly. Mr. Grimes is a man I rightly respect," your father sighed, a bit of defeat on his tongue but you honestly couldn't say you weren't interested, "-She did run off with a soldier, General Walsh -I believe. And it was Mr. Grimes most trusted companion, a friend from youth from what I understand. Left him and the children about 2 years ago."

Maggie, who'd been silent until now, asked, "Children?"

"Yes," your father added, a little forlorn, "-he's to raise them himself. I find I empathize him."

"More reason for him to be on the look," your Headmistress tsked, "-who wouldn't want a maternal figure for their children? It'd be truly shameful."

You bit your tongue at the implication, heavy stares at your father, "I'm sure he has their best interests at heart, Headmistress. It's not right to assume a man's honor just on rumor alone."

"Not right, indeed," Father agreed, turning back to his file so slightly, "-if he is looking for a mistress, as you say he is, he'd be a wonderful suitor for you girls. So, I'm not very opposed."

And then the Headmistress was off again, fiddling with each sister's hair and pulling out old fabric for ribbons (she asked for new ones, and was met with the conundrum of dress or ribbons). She'd especially fussed over you, being the oldest of the group -she wished to have you married first. "The longer you wait, the harder it'll be, trust me, deary."

Needless to say, you were quite joyous that Headmistress had still sent you on your weekly visit to the shops.

It had intially started much like how this morning had -a wish for anyone to ask for your hand or even begin courting you. After that ended (only because any man in a ten mile radius was either not rich, happily married, or much too old), she'd requested you simply because you were the most trained.

Maggie was in a bit of a rebel streak, Headmistress surely feared any time she left the house without supervisor, and Beth? Well, she was rather well-composed but still naive. The first -and last- time she had gone, she'd spent much more than you'd probably spend in a month. Local men had swindled her and she hadn't even noticed.

You were a middle ground, already having your rebellious streak and fully knowing how to stand your ground.

That morning the market was busier than you expected, as you navigated through the stalls each one only smelling better. Your first stop was always fruit, as the better stock would always be taken early you urged to get the best... reasonably.

The man who ran the stall was kind, had a wonderful smile and always remembered your name, you found you always remembered his : Mr. Elliotts.

He was old, and seemed to only really have the fruits to his name -he was rather fond of talking and had told you a lot. You knew much about the man, and dreaded the day he'd close up shop -you'd miss him if he did.

"Hello, miss," his voice was big and grand, tone ever-so-happy to see you, "-I've got quite the selection for you today. All your favorites."

"After my heart, Mr. Elliotts?"

He laughed, a jolly sort of laugh you would've expected Saint Nick to have when you were young, "Funny, don't let your father hear that one, eh? I've got all types of berries for you, specially grown."

"Oh, thank you," you said, grateful.

Mr. Elliotts was not a clean man, you knew that much, his facial hair was overgrown, and his face was always dusted in a healthy spatter of dirt. It had always just seemed more natural to you, than the other cleaner stalls decorating the square. You knew very well you were often the only customer of his, just because he looked like he'd gotten the fruits himself.

"No problem," he grinned -big and toothy.

Once the conversation had settled, you'd ordered your berries with a sense of ease -merely pointing gently at the types just in case he couldn't hear you. You were comfortable with him and were rather fond of his presence. So even after packing away the fruit you'd bought into your basket, you still stayed near.

After the first few stories though, there was something odd.

On your arm, the basket rested -poised prettily, properly. It felt like a familiar weight at this point -used to the trips that you'd become rather excited about. But what wasn't was the slight tug on your dress -you'd barely noticed it, merely feeling like a gust of wind.

On instinct, though, your head turned to check it -eager to keep your dresses in good condition so your Headmistress wouldn't lose her head. And when you had, you'd met an unfamiliar face.

It was a little girl, her hand cinched on your dress and pulling on the fabric -intent on getting your attention. She was blond, a mess of curls gracing her head only alluding to what she had been up to earlier that day -you couldn't help but smile at her.

"Well, hello, little one," you hummed, crouching down to her side and looking around for anyone that had been looking for her, "-where are your parents?"

The little girl didn't speak, as you thought she might know a few, only leveling with your basket -brown eyes heavily focused on the fruit within. You pursed your lips, watching her as her little tiny hand extended toward you -open and shutting her fingers in a grabbing gesture.

You smiled, still flickering in the crowd for anyone with that familiar worry, "You want one?"

Still crouching down, you fished into your basket -grabbing one that she could hold and gently placing it in her palm. Her grin was a little toothy, as she with ease ate the blueberry -dribbles of the vivid blue making a mess along her mouth.

And then, a voice with an unfamiliar accent spoke about the crowd, "Judith? Where are ya? Have you seen a little toddler 'bout yay big little pink dress, blonde curls-"

Without so much as an extra thought, you gently grabbed her clean hand -keeping her close to your side. Your eyes wandered to match the voice of the man, guiding Judith back to her home. The market was a little too busy to go just on noise-

And then, you saw him.

A tall man with pushed-back brunette curls that were elegantly brushed behind his ears, and a pinch of worry in his eyebrows. He was currently turned to an older lady -crouched slightly to speak to her appropriately. You could see the brush of stubble across his jaw, and a hint of bright blue eyes.

You spared a thought, he's quite pretty. Before pushing it away, and trying to gather his attention, "Sir? Hello, excuse me-"

The man spun to your attention, blue eyes settled intently on you -a bit in shock. You immediately realized he was quite finely dressed for such an occasion, a neatly pressed white shirt and brown vest -a sort of detailed satin. Sleeves elegantly rolled up from the heat, he still looked starchly overdressed -you brushed at your dress insecurely. He seemed to start to say something-

"Dada," the girl, Judith, squealed -escaping your hand to run to him.

The man stalled for a second, eyes still set on you -before seeming to shake his head back into shape. He crouched down to match her enthusiasm, arms open wide and grinning, "Jude, thank god."

Pulling the girl to his chest, he stood. Eyes uncertainly settling on you, but still with an expert air of gratefulness, "Thank you so much, you really don't know what you've done for me, Miss uh-"

"Greene," you answered, unused to such affection displayed by a father -you found it rather charming, "-Ms. Greene. And really there's no need, I'm glad to help. She's a sweetheart."

"No, no, really-" he spoke, still a little uncertain, "-Is there anything at all I could do for ya? You have no idea-" And then he paused, looking towards his daughter with a peculiar eye (the smudge of blue still prominent on her lips) and then your basket.

"Oh, right, sorry-" you apologized, straightening the basket on your arm with a sort of nervous fidget, "-I just bought them from a stall, Mr. Elliotts, she seemed to want one. I apologize if I overstepped-"

"Could I buy ya more?"

You stalled, "I... what?"

He paused, thinking over his own words, "Well, she ate one and I'd like to thank you-"

"Sir, she only ate one," you answered -smiling at the odd idea he'd explained, "-trust me, it won't be missed."

"I insist," he carefully spoke, Judith bouncing gently in his arms a passive sort of affection you found rather endearing.

You opened your mouth, rather unused to such forward generosity -especially for something so simple as what you had done, "Well, it wouldn't-"

And then, as if the world had heard the offer (and hated you), the church bell rang -a sort of melodic noise that brushed over the center. You usually enjoyed it, keen on the tone that settled over your skin, but this time, you didn't.

"Oh, is that the bell?!" you stopped yourself, frantically looking up at the swinging golden symbol, "-I'm so sorry, I'm going to be late for breakfast. Perhaps next time?"

"'Course," he responded -the low rasp of his voice sounded quite melodic itself, you noted, "-'til I see you again. Enjoy your breakfast."

"Right, yes-" you shook yourself out of your stupor, and you think you heard him laugh, "-you and Judith enjoy your day as well, okay?"

"We will," he said -a semblance of a grin brushing across his face, you turned a bit crimson at it. All perfectly white teeth and dashing charm, "-Goodbye, Ms. Greene."

That was the last you heard, as you hurried across the courtyard -not very eager to listen to your Headmistress screech about timeliness and its importance to a proper woman. You'd imagine she'd nearly die if she could see you running through the courtyard now, actually.

You thought, just for a spare second, it might be worth it.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #magnolia in may

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creamecream · 2 months

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“Whiskey on ice,

Sunset and vine,

You’ve ruined my life by not being mine,

You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face,

And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way,

But what can I say?

You’re gorgeous,”

Magnolia May belongs to @abyssnighthawk

#I’m a sucker for husk does mundane thing = angel swooning #I’m in a mood and I just want fluff right now #I happen to have this for a good bit ago that I never posted #I never got around to putting the lyrics on it but this song is very angel about husk to me #hazbin hotel #husk #husk x angel dust #angelhusk #huskerdust #cherri bomb #angel dust #fan character #magnolia may #wip

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enby-keith · 5 months

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Levi’s soft spot for the Shinganshina trio is so fucking cute. Especially Armin. He’s humanity’s strongest soldier and might as well be invincible. He’s a killing machine. But he wanted these kids to see the ocean because the look in Armin’s eyes when he talked about it got to him and that’s just adorable.

#just now realizing Armin may have reminded Levi of Isabel #and that’s why he wanted to get them there so bad #he wanted these sad little kids to live the dream they were fighting for #because he Farlan and Isabel didn’t get that #I’m sobbing #attack on Titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #Shinganshina trio #EMA #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #levi ackerman #isabel magnolia #farlan church #no regrets #ova

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abyssnighthawk · 3 months

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Killed one fallen angel, about to kill another

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #magnolia may #hazbin alastor #hazbin oc #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer

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mlady-magnolia · 10 days

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I’m just a tiny bit obsessed with Miss Mommy Issues herself

#shes such a shitty person #may we all revel in her death because by the GODS she deserved it #but also mommy? sorry #crucabena #crucabena genshin #the knave #previous knave #genshin impact #genshin fanart #art #magnolia draws #crucabena my beloved

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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 2 months

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Magnolia Appreciation

In addition to having very beautiful blossoms and interesting looking fruit (I know what it looks like; leave her alone, she didn't know), they're very very old (some fossils of species dating to tens of millions of years ago). All photos mine. Mostly unedited, except for the one with the rainbow, which used to have powerlines visible until I removed them in Photoshop.

They bloom in May quite reliably. The fruits as far as I can find are not edible (but it doesn't say poisonous, so that might be a future experiment for me), but the flower petals are! They have a kind of spicy flavour with a refreshing feel afterward. Pick them fresh when they fall and you can dry them as spice or crush them up and make jam! I've done it. It's very nice. You could probably also make tea with them. Add them to pies. Whichever.

Also! Not pictured here, but did you know there is a species of Magnolia native to Ontario (I don't remember its full range)? Magnolia acuminata! The cucumber tree. I intend to grow one if I'm ever allowed to plant on the large grassy area of this property, with is currently just lawn with a dead apple tree. If you have the ability to plant a tree and live in its native range, why not give that one a go instead of the foreign species and ornamental cultivars? Flowers are yellow and the fruits look like, well, cucumbers. :)

#magnolias #flowers #my photos #blackswallowtailbutterfly #magnolia blossoms #springtime #magnolia fruits #Magnolia #garden flowers #merry month of May #edible flowers

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cellythefloshie · 1 year

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;; Tonight a sequel to kintober2022 day eleven

Summary: After your indiscretion by the pool, you sneak off into Ross’ room in the middle of the night to fulfill the promise you had made him. Kinks & TW: stepcest, secret relationship, banter/teasing, there is a lot of foreplay in this one, mentions of vaginal fingering, first kiss, dry humping, sloppy kisses, marking/hickies, mild dirty talk - mild praise, just the tip, ross has a big cock , protected sex, soft moans - trying to keep quiet, condom removed during sex (at the end, he cums on her stomach), squirting (I do not need anyone coming into my inbox telling me what squirting is or isn’t), goodnight kiss Word Count: 5254

You should have been asleep - hell, your family thought you had been asleep for hours.

You had slipped away after a quiet dinner with the family, one of the few that went smoothly without confrontation. There were no petty arguments or debates, and no complaints about who you had to sit next to at the table. No, you and Ross had sat next to each other almost completely silent, muttering mere words to one another when you needed something passed down the table - and not even he complained. It earned concerned glances from his mother and your father, but it all seemed to make sense to them when you complained about a headache and excused yourself for the remainder of the evening.

Locking yourself away in your room, you combated yourself on the decision you so impulsively made earlier that day by the pool: Not now, tonight.

Your words replayed over and over in your mind as you paced around your bedroom with quiet steps.

Not now, tonight.

As you pulled a razor out of your bedroom door and shaved your legs.

Not now, tonight.

As you sorted through the underwear that you had brought home for the summer and settled on a pair of black lace panties that had a matching bralette that you hid beneath an oversized sweatshirt and your sleep shorts.

Not now, tonight.

The glow of the old digital clock was cast against the pale walls of your bedroom, the numbers rolling well past midnight now. You had heard the first pair of footsteps make their way down the hall just over an hour ago. They had moved down towards the master bedroom, your parent's room. Approaching the door, you hoped an hour had been enough time for them to drift off. You couldn’t have them catch you sneaking along the hallway.

You took silent steps along the hardwood, shutting your door as quietly as you could behind you. If anyone had gotten up during the night, you needed to leave them under the impression that you were still fast asleep in your room. Taking a quick pitstop in the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and sprayed perfume over your sweatshirt before you could catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

“What the hell am I doing?” you chastised yourself, your hands coming down to rest on each side of the sink. You gripped the porcelain firmly, your hair hanging down into your face as you couldn’t meet the gaze of your own reflection. Everything about this was wrong, and yet, against your better judgment, you didn’t return to your room.

Ross's room was a few steps away, the glow of his light shining out into the hallway through the crack between the door and the floor. You didn’t waste your time knocking, your hand quickly lurching for the handle as if at any moment someone was about to step into the hallway. Near falling into his room, you were quick to shut the door carefully behind you. The abrupt entrance didn’t seem to phase Ross as he sat at the end of his bed, his face aglow with his tv screen and his Xbox controller in hand. He didn’t do much more than cast a glance your way, his lips spreading wide into a smile as his fingers moved over the controller with ease. You had never understood the fascination with video games, especially Call of Duty - you had always preferred reading.

You let your eyes wander around his room as you moved toward the bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had set foot in it if you ever had at all. Sure, it was a little cluttered, but it was clean, and the whole place smelled like him. It was almost distracting as you crawled into his bed behind him, laying out casually behind him you proper your head on your arms and watched him play. You felt almost awkward there, waiting for him to finish up the match, your mind constantly second-guessing your choice to sneak off into his room - but then you would catch a glimpse of that smile that had yet to slip off his lips since you had entered the room and it left you feeling giddy - and how you hated that it did. You shouldn’t be feeling this way about Ross of all people-

The bed shifted under Ross’ weight as he discarded his headset and controller at the foot of the bed and rolled back to lay alongside you. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that rested low on his hips, leaving as little to the imagination as his shorts had down by the pool. His perfect fucking body, it near had you groaning out with loathing.

“You don’t have to stop playing, I can wait,” you spoke slowly, a hand reaching out for his cautiously. Your fingers found his chest, tracing along the glimmering chain of his cross that hung down to rest against the mattress. You toyed with it nervously, it was the perfect distraction from your own sinful intentions.

“How am I supposed to concentrate knowing you’re laying back here waiting for me?” he raised a brow up at you, leaning in a little closer.

“The same way we do everything else, you were fine at dinner-”

Ross scoffed at you, his hand reaching out to toy with the hem of your sweatshirt casually, “I wouldn't call that fine, you could barely look at me. They knew something was up…”

“Then, maybe you should have complained about something like you always do,” you countered, the hold on his chain growing a little tighter.

“Me?” he raised a brow, his hand finding your hip to guide you until you were laying flat against your back on his bed, “you’re the one who always has a problem with me. You could have at least pretended like you didn’t want me anywhere near you.”

“Oh, shut up,” your eyes rolled, but he was right. His presence had become increasingly tolerable since your indiscretion by the pool - or maybe this was just another cruel joke your body was playing on you as it craved another rush of endorphins that came with the pleasure of his touch, “you’re the one that was practically begging me to-”

“Begging you?” Ross cut in, not convinced as his body was hovering over yours almost completely now. You could feel the stroke of his thumb on your shin, and the hot breath of his words on your cheeks - it smelt of sweet spearmint, he had brushed his teeth too.

“Com’on, she won’t even notice us,” you mocked him, grinning wide.

“I would hardly call that begging,” and then he said your name, and it was as if it were for the very first time because it did something to you that you couldn’t quite explain. It was like the strike of a match against your skin and coaxed a heavy breath from your lungs. It’s rendered you silent, your mind pulled off every thought it had managed to think until he had spoken your name. Now, you could only focus on Ross. The scent of his cologne and his breath as he hovered oh so close to you, and how his hands continued to stroke at the soft angles of your waist and his as he waited for your to protest, but it never came. You could only let out another steady breath, your eyes looked at his lips and travelled down to his cross that hung down in the space between you.

Reaching up, you hooked a single finger around the gold chain and used it to guide him down, Ross easing in willingly as you finally managed to mutter out, “you talk too much.”

You welcomed the warmth and weight of his body as his lips met yours in a careful graze as if to breathe all the air from your lungs. And it worked, you were left lightheaded, the room spinning, as you let yourself indulge in kissing him. Part of you had hoped that his lips would have tasted like venom on your tongue. That it would feel as wrong as it was supposed to have his tongue part your lips - but instead you were relishing in the taste of him. Breathing him in and wrapping your body so effortlessly around him that you knew that you would be going straight to hell.

You hooked your ankles behind each of his strong thighs, his large hands roaming down to grip at the swell of your hips and his fingers pressed into your soft flesh. Ross held your lips firm, pressing his own down into yours as he kissed you, but it wasn’t enough, you needed him closer. Your hands pushed at his chest and were left feeling like jelly at the revelation of the strength he had there, guiding him up off you just enough that you could move with him. You didn’t stop until he was seated against his pillows and you were able to straddle his lap with ease.

In his lap, the kiss had lost any sign of caution. There was no hesitant grazing of your lips against his, no uneven breath to be stolen. You were fully intoxicated by the taste of his tongue, letting it slide effortlessly along your own as his wandering hands began to slip up beneath the hem of your loose shorts, gripping at the flesh of your ass. You muffled a moan in the sloppy kiss you shared, your fingertips beginning to explore the toned muscles of his shoulders. Your nails dragged over his flesh, a gentle scratch, training up over his neck and you didn’t stop until your fingers were lost in the soft strands of his hair. The touch left him groaning lowly against your lips, and his grip on your ass grew tighter. Ross’ touch guided you down deeper into his lap, guiding your core over his length as it grew in the constraints of his sweatpants. Your core clenched at just the impression of it, coaxing a smile up onto your lips as you pulled back just enough for your teeth to tug at his lower lip.

You watched his smile grow, a low laugh filling the silence in the air as he leaned his back against his headboard. “Careful,” he whispered out a caution that was paired with your name as he continued to guide your clothed cunt up and down the length of his bulge in his pants, “you start that shit, and I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Stop?” you quirked a brow up at him as you leaned in to brace yourself against the headboard of his bed. Your face mere inches from his, your breath washing over your skin, you ground against his length with a little more intent - and you couldn’t help but wonder if he could feel just how wet you were already. You were sure you had already soaked through your panties... “You want to stop, Ross?” you pouted down at him and watched as his eyes fluttered at the friction.

“Fuck, no,” he cursed, his hands leaving your ass to find the hem of your sweater and he began to tug it upwards, “it just, if you start with that nipping shit I-” There was a moment of darkness as he pulled the sweater up over your head, followed by his silence as he stared. His head cocked to the side as he tried not to smile, a hand finding your body to stroke over the thin lace of your bralette before moving up to your neck. “So that’s why you have been wearing nothing but sweatshirts since we got in from the pool…”

His touch was gentle as his fingers stroked over the angle of your neck and your collarbone, lingering in the very places he had marked up your skin with the desperation of his kiss. You both hadn’t been thinking, so you couldn’t blame him, but it was going to make the hottest month of summer a little less tolerable. You would have to be a little more mindful about what you would be able to wear to hide the hickeys on your skin.

“What was that you were saying about nipping?” You raised a brow at him, your tone a little more knowing.

“Well,” he’s grinning so hard it must be hurting his cheeks now, “I guess you already know what will happen,” Ross’ tone is confident before dropping low and gaining an unfamiliar softness, “you’re not upset with me?”

“Well, I wish you had been a little smarter about it,” you sighed, your own hand reaching up to rest over his as it traced the angles of your collarbone. You guided his touch down to the fastener of the bralette between your breasts. “Just keep it below the shoulders,” you cautioned him, meeting his smile with your own.

“I can do that,” you breathed out, his hands coming up to grope at your breasts as they were exposed to him. He massaged each breast in his palm, sending a shiver down your spine, before leaning in and placing sloppy, open-mouth kisses over your sensitive skin. You could feel the intent behind his every kiss, his teeth nipping and dragging over your skin to mark you up further. Usually, you would have smacked the man who tried to do such a raunchy, adolescent thing, but there was something Ross doing it that left your heart racing.

His arms are wrapping around your waist, his large hands gripping your back and he’s guiding you back down to the bed. You let out a low groan as you hit the mattress and Ross began his descent. His lips left a burning trail over your stomach, marking the path taken down to the waistband of your shorts. He hesitated there for a moment, his lips feather-light as they dragged over your flesh before he looked up at you with those bright blue eyes of his.

“If you want me to stop anything…” the trailed off slowly, licking his lips as he met your gaze.

The weight of what you both were about to do was hitting you both now. Sure, you had let him finger you by the pool, but having sex with him, there would be going back to normal after that - and it would be a secret you both would have to carry with you the rest of your lives.

“I’ll tell you to stop if I want you to stop,” you told him, your words breathy as you lifted your hips from the bed.

His fingers took hold of your waistband on each side of your hips, tugging down the fabric with ease, even guiding your legs up to tug them free from your ankles. You lay in front of him in nothing but your panties, his eyes dragging up and down the length of your body as if he hadn’t seen it all earlier that afternoon. His fingers dragged up your thigh, almost agonizingly slow, before toying with the lace fabric on your hip.

“You put these on for me?” He whispered a boyish grin on his lips.

Your cheeks flushed in an instant, suddenly regretting putting in the little extra effort. Of course, he was going to tease you about it.

“Did you want to fuck me or not? Because I can go finish this in my room myself…” You pouted your lips at him.

“I’d very much like to fuck you,” Ross groaned out.

“Then take off your clothes,” you told him, sitting up just enough to start taking your panties off yourself.

Pushing back just enough to give himself enough room, Ross hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down the length of his legs. You had done your best not to stare, but your will was weak. You watched as every inch of his thigh was exposed to you - and how his Adonis's belt guided your eyes so easily to his cock as he exposed it to you for the first time.

Jesus Christ.

It was bigger than you could have anticipated. Not just in length, but in girth as well. Just the sight of it left your mouth dry. The bulge in sweatpants - or back in his shorts by the pool - hadn’t done him justice.

You held your breath as he began to close the gap between you both, Ross coming to rest on his knees between your thighs. You could feel his warmth, and the tickle of the hair on his thighs as he encroached on your sex, but your eyes hadn’t left his cock. You relished in how his large hand met it, and it didn’t make it look any less impressive. Ross stroked it slowly as he guided it down to the lips between your legs. You watched as he bit down on his lower lip and guided the head of his cock to your clit - and you cursed under your breath. Most guys you had been with before couldn’t even find the clit, and here Ross was so deliberately toying with you. He dragged the head of his cock in circles over your clit before letting it dip down, following the slick guidance of your lips down to the entrance of your core before gliding back up again.

Ross groaned, relishing in your wetness before he teased you, “You read another one of those damn books?”

“Fuck off,” you hissed as you took in a heavy breath, your hips raising to meet the teasing of his cock, “just enjoy it without me having to say it.”

His smile grew, planting his hands on each side of your shoulders and rolling his hips just enough to guide his cock along your lips but not let himself slip inside you. You were coating him with your arousal, your body aching for him but he wasn’t going to let you enjoy him. Not until you said what he wanted to hear. “I think, I want you to say it,” he told you slowly, his hand between your thighs again, guiding the very tip of his cock to your core.

You were biting your lip now, your hips raising in a desperate attempt to take in a mere inch of him before he was tsking you. “Com’on now,” then he said your name like it was a prayer on his tongue, “humor me. Say it.”

You could see it on his face, even he was struggling with his restraint. The tip of his cock stretched out your eager walls before he would leave you void and do it all over again, fucking you solely with nothing more than the tip of his cock - but it left you both wanting more.

“Say it,” he hummed again, “for me, please,” your name was becoming even more of a hymn now. You hated just how good it sounded leaving his lips. “I want to hear it so bad,” he repeated your name, his lips curling up into a smile at the effect it had on you.

“Ross,” your voice was slow mewl as you arched your back, another desperate attempt to take him deeper inside you, “Ross please, I want you so bad,” you bit your lip, his eyes meeting yours and they are bright with a sparkle of lust that is ignited so fully with your next five words, “you make me so wet-“

And just when you thought he was going to reward you with the full force of his cock, he left you void. Hell, he was abandoning the bed altogether. Your lips part as if to protest him, but as he rummaged through his sock drawer only to present the shiny foil of a condom you couldn’t feel more stupid. Of course, you would need to use a condom.

“Kelly and Dad won’t find it?” you asked him slowly, you wouldn’t let yourself call her mom. Not now. Not when her son was about to fuck you.

“I’ll take the trash out when I go out for my run in the morning. Won’t give them time to find it,” he assured, ripping open the gold foil and discarding it carefully in the wastebasket. “Did you not want to-“

“We should-“

“Yeah…” he agreed slowly and eased the thin latex onto his stiff cock, pumping it again with his hand as he climbed back up onto the bed and returned to his place between your legs. “You still want to do this?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly, meeting his gaze again and letting out an eager breath, “yeah, I want you to fuck me, Ross.”

“Are you going to stay nice and quiet for me?” Ross stokes his cock up and down the length of your cunt once more.

All you could manage was an eager nod.

“Good girl,” he praised you, bracing himself on each side of your body before he eased in just the tip of his cock. Then, with the careful thrust of his hips, he was easing himself into your depths as he cursed, “holy fuck,” followed by your name, “you feel even better than you thought I would. Take me so well.”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, your arms reaching around to the strength of his back, anchoring yourself against him as he fell into a steady rhythm. “You’re going to be the one that gets us caught if you don’t shut up,” you cautioned him and it only drove him deeper into your cunt.

Your body shifted up the bed with the force of his thrust, the pleasure shooting through you like a lightning bolt. “Jesus Christ, Ross,” you yelped.

“You’ll get as loud as I make you,” he muttered into your hair, placing a soft kiss just below your ear, “just remember, if they hear me moan from in here, it’s as easy as saying I’m masturbating but you… If they hear you in here…” he’s near chuckling against your skin, his hot breath was washing over you with each word he spoke. You both knew the hell you would live through if your parents caught you in his room. You would have to do everything and anything to stay quiet.

Dragging a hand over his skin, your touch sought out his cheek carefully and you guided his lips back to your own. It was as he kissed you slowly, his cock testing the limits of your core, that you let yourself moan against his lips. They were soft sounds, muffled by his kiss, and they were met by his own. They only grew as he continued to fuck you so deeply, so slowly, that it left your head spinning. You could feel every touch of his hands over your body, his every thrust that left your core aching for more of him. He fucked you so carefully, so quietly as not to be caught by your father and his mother that slept down the hall, that it felt intimate - and you hated it.

You hated how good it felt.

You hated that you didn’t want it to stop.

You hated that it was Ross that was making you feel this good and that you were loving every moment of it.

Your hips met his thrusts, your ankles coming up to rest on the angles of his hip. That was until he guided your foot back down to the bed, having it lay off to the side - he eased in deeper. Then, he took hold of your hand that had been resting up on his shoulder, where your nails had been leaving crescents in his flesh, and guided it down to the inside of your thigh. Your brow raised up at it him, was he-

You couldn’t finish your thought before he was whispering in your ear, “touch yourself for me…”

Your skin was set ablaze, your stomach hopping up in your throat. You hadn’t even thought about touching yourself during sex since your first serious boyfriend had pushed your hand away and chastised you for it - but Ross was more than encouraging you now and it was just what you would need to push you to your peak.

Your own fingers dragged over your sensitive skin, encroaching on the apex of your thighs as Ross pushed back up onto his knees. He kept you close with the grasp of his hands around the back of your thighs, his cock leaving you no more than halfway before he was thrusting back up inside you. You grit your teeth together to fight back a moan that you knew was going to be too loud as your fingers began to circle over your own clit. Fuck, you had forgotten how good it could feel.

“Ross,” his name was a gasp on your lips as your walls began to vice grip around his cock.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” he encouraged you with his rushed words.

You threw your head back into the mattress, your mouth agape, as your hand made quick work over your clit. Your careful circling quickly became careless, your quick strokes bringing your climax with little warning. The force of your climax had Ross slipping from your cunt as you squirted your arousal out over his cock. “For fuck sake, Ross,” you gasped out, “you’ve got to stop doing that-”

“Stop?” Ross groaned, his hand guiding his cock into your cunt again, thrusting into you just to hear you whine before he was forced out again, leaving his bed soaked with your arousal. “Fuck, why would I want this to stop? You’re so fucking sexy…”

You lulled your head to the side, unable to meet his gaze as he slid his cock deep inside you and returned to his place hovering overtop of you. You couldn’t risk him catching that spark in your eye. The one that would tell him that he was the only man who could make you cum like that. Your hands wrapped around him with ease, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck and you calmed at the sound of his soft moans against the shell of your ear. “Watch out, I’m going to cum-”

Easing your hold on him, Ross pulled back from your form and pushed back up onto his knees. Quick fingers pulled the condom from his cock, throwing it to the mattress before his hands went to his cock. Ross stroked his cock quickly, his face melting into pleasure as he came, shooting his cum over the plains of your stomach and down over your pelvis that left it dripping dangerously close to your cunt.

“You made a mess,” you told him slowly with breathy words, his body coming to rest beside you on the mattress with a muffled thud.

“So did you,” his smile growing wide and you feel your face flush. You were looking away again, your eyes seeking every article of clothing you had lost along the way, only for his warm hand to store along your cheek, guiding your eyes back to his. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he spoke slowly, his thumb dragging over your lip in an attempt to get you to hold his gaze.

“I’m not embarrassed, Ross,” you muttered against his thumb, “really it’s just…” You shut your eyes, taking a long blink as your heavy breath took you, “if your bed’s all wet, where are you supposed to sleep tonight?”

His lips came together in a firm line, his hand stroking over your cheek. While you didn’t really see him as family, you had grown up together and you had both quickly learned when you were keeping things from your parents and each other - but he didn’t press. Instead, he just laughed, his head shaking from side to side slowly,. “That’s a good question. I guess, the couch.”

His laugh was infectious, a smile managing to spread up over your features. “You’ll have to come up with an excuse for that one.”

“I’ll figure something out,” he assured rolling over to grab a dirty towel off the top of his hamper, “here, clean yourself up.”

“Thanks,” you took it, carefully wiping what remained of him from your skin as Ross sought out his sweatpants and pulled them on effortlessly.

You got yourself as close to clean as you could before reaching for your sweatshirt and tugging it back on over your shoulder. You weren’t worried about your bralette, that you could hide on your way back to your room. Your shorts had been tossed on the floor, but your panties waited for you at the foot of the bed, but they were gone in an instant as you reached for them.

“Hey!” You kept your voice low, your hand balling into a fist around his blanket where your panties had been cast aside before Ross could snatch them in his hold. “What are you-” You watched as he took the black laced and carried them off to stuff them in his dresser drawer, a crooked grin on his lips as he watched you pull your shorts up over the curves of your hips. “You perv,” you almost laughed as you pushed up from his bed and took a cheerful stride toward the door.

Your hand was reaching for the handle when you heard Ross’s quick steps before you could feel his hand taking hold of your wrist carefully. He tugged you back, spinning you around quick enough that you could protest before his mouth was on your again and your back was pressed up against the wall. When he pulled back you were breathless, your eyes caught somewhere between open and closed as you licked your lips. You would never quite get used to how good it felt to kiss him, and it would fluster you every time.

“Goodnight, Ross,” you breathed out, his breath still felt hot against your cheek before he took a step back to free you from your confinement between him in the wall.

“Goodnight,” he said your name in return, so softly, so gently, before he reached a hand out to grab the door for you.

He followed you down the hall, your footsteps a gentle patter that stopped as you reached the door to your room, but Ross’ continued until he reached the top of the stairs. He stilled there, looking back with a smile before disappearing down onto the main level of the summer house. You didn’t know why he looked back at you - maybe it was as simple as feeling your own stare that had been focused on the marks you had left behind on his back - but when your eyes met, and his smile grew you knew that this first time, wasn’t going to be the last time.

#ross colton #hockey rpf #hockey smut #nhl rpf #;; honey magnolia #may need editing #;; { if i missed any TW please yell at me }

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monards · 1 month

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never getting over how pretty and handsome dove is aughhhhhhhhh

#handsome pretty women #who i love so dearly #i may be a magnolia lover till the day i drop dead. but im also a lesbian who loves dove

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itsgrimeytime · 4 months

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Magnolia in May (Part Twenty Four) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Parts 1-20, 21, 22, 23...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

TW: a lil ✨️steamy✨️, but nothing past making out.

[[A/N: Did I just make a whole chapter about kissing??? Maybe I did. 🤭 Thanks for reading !!! ]]

You hadn't been alone with Mr. Grimes since the ball.

Not that you were noticing or anything, it was just a spare thought. After the success of such an announcement (other than a few gasps of more established audience), Mr. Grimes had been whisked away by the crowd and so had you. So, you hadn't been alone with him since then.

Not that you were-

Maggie stared at you, watching your hands twitch and you stare off into space, "What's wrong with you?"

When you didn't answer, she threw a pillow at your head.

You were in the safety of your bedroom, door closed and the early morning birds chirping -your Headmistress had slept in, by the grace of god. And your sisters had occupied your space, as you waited for the to-do list to generate -or Headmistress to wake up.

It was normally a wonderful thing, these early mornings with your sisters, Maggie making conversation and Beth nose-deep in a book -she wouldn't tell you what it was about if you asked.

"What?" You questioned, blinking away your trance.

"I said," she scooted closer to you on the bed, "-what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," you answered, quickly -too quickly.

"Liar," she tsked, and now Beth looked up, intrigued, "-something happened, I can tell. You look... You look like a lost puppy-"

"Certainly not," you laughed, looking to Beth.

"No," she answered, matter-of-factly, "-you do. She's right."

"Are you really yearning for Mr. Grimes so badly?"

"No," you echoed, but it sounded sort of hollow, "-it's just been a wondrous few days, so I... I just wished to sit and think of them."

Maggie paused, before looking at you thoughtfully, "You're such a liar, something happened!"

Beth now had jumped up onto the bed, blond curls recklessly out of place and book tossed to the side, she was now at full attention, "Was it the ball? He planned it all out for you, Father told him-"

"I know," you smiled, something far away in your eyes again.

"There it is again!" Maggie retorted, slapping your arm, "-Something happened at the ball-"

"Nothing you don't know about," you swiftly lied, turning a touch crimson at the assumption.

"Was it the dancing?" Beth asked, innocently.

"The whole ball was just delightful," you remarked, genuinely, because it was. You didn't have to lie about that.

Maybe you liked some parts better than others but that was-

"Again!" Maggie spoke, "-Again, it's not the dancing, or the ball itself. What happened? I must know-"

"I don't have to tell you everything," you laughed, it slipped out of your tongue before you could stop it.

"Something did happen!"

"Tell us, tell us-"

"I... I can't," you answered, honestly.

But then, Maggie looked at you, green eyes matching your own. And whether it was the twitch or your lips, or the slight twinkle in your eye, you'd never know but something told her.

"He kissed you," she finished, in a whispered sort of yelling tone. Despite her being fast asleep, the three of you took no chances. Especially now.

"No-" you sputtered.

"He kissed you and you want to kiss him more!" Maggie retorted in the same tone, nearly tackling you into the bed -the tips of your ears were burning, "-How many times?"

"This is ridiculous, he's a gentleman-"

"More than once," she gathered, you have no idea where from, "-How many times, sister?"

You sighed, covering your face with your hands, "I don't know-"

"He kissed you," Maggie relented, falling back onto the bed with a bump, "-and you don't know how many times? How scandalous-"

"It truly wasn't!" you echoed, "-I was just... I was telling him how much I loved him because, well, he didn't believe me-"

"And he kissed you?" Beth asked, inquisitively, like she was looking at a new type of flower.

"Yes," you finally answered, fidgeting with the blanket underneath your fingertips, "-I don't know how many times, I didn't count-"

Maggie and Beth watched on.

"-when it's happening, you don't... you don't think to count. You don't think at all. I just-"

"You want to kiss him again," Maggie spoke, knowingly.

You sighed, not meeting their eyes -defeated, "I do. So greatly."

"What was it like?" Beth asked, fidgeting with the pillow that hit your head moments before.

"I don't-" you started, before softening, she was just curious.

"It was like everything all at once. I felt... I felt what he wanted me to feel, and you're both impossibly close but you wish to be closer-"

The girls watched on in silence, listening to every word like it was wisdom.

"-I..." you exhaled, delightfully crimson, "-I believe that's the best way to explain it. But I can't quite explain why I want more... I... I just want it."

"So, go kiss him then!" Beth exclaimed, and suddenly the room fell very quiet. Everyone waited for the telltale footsteps up the stairs but it remained silent.

"She's not wrong," Maggie asserted, "-Mr. Grimes would do anything for you. If you asked-"

"It's improper," you reiterated, "-as a lady, I shouldn't-"

"You're courting," Beth pointed out.

"And you should be allowed to kiss when you want to," Maggie added, "-he's had his turn, where's yours?"

"I just- I can't just ask him-"

"He loves you," Maggie said, heartfully, "-there's nothing you can do to scare him away, especially ask for a kiss. Men like that kind of thing, you know."

"Mr. Grimes is an honorable man," you spoke, "-I cannot soil such reputation just because I want to."

"You didn't get caught the first time," Maggie responded, dryly.

"Well, the ball was going on," you echoed, "-everyone was distracted-"

"You want a distraction?" Maggie grinned, "I can give you a distraction."

That's how you wound up at the Grimes's estate at the hour of lunch, Headmistress had woken up then but had merely rejoiced in going to visit Mr. Grimes again. She was key to Maggie's plan anyway, so her attendance was integral.

"Headmistress," you remarked, nervously, "-I believe I forgot my fan at home, I should run and grab it-"

"Darling," she laughed, "-I'm certain they have fans here if you request it."

"Well, it's an important fan-"

"It's just one visit, Y/N," she echoed raising a brow at you, "-is everything alright, dear? Did you have another spat?"

"Everything's fine, Headmistress," you smiled, but it was far too strained, "-I'm just a little antsy. This is the first time I've-"

"Seen him since the announcement, I know," Headmistress interrupted, smiling brightly, "-it's such a darling day too. So romantic."

You'd felt kind of bad that you were showing up out of the blue, something in your stomach twisting about him being unprepared to deal with Headmistress. But something in your chest was delighted to see him once more. And maybe, even-

"Ladies," he spoke, shaking you out of your stupor, "-lovely to see you all today. Is there any special occasion?"

Your eyes dusted along his figure, he was again wearing an undershirt sprinkled with dirt. His hair was slicked back with sweat and his eyes a dazzling sort of blue that made your heart pick up the pace for a moment. You watched a bead of sweat run down his nose with eager eyes, derailing to his lips-

"She just wished to visit you," Headmistress concurred, "-it has been quite a few days."

"I do apologize for that," he hummed to you and Headmistress, "-Judith grew sick and I was very much occupied."

"Oh," you spoke, softly, concerned, "-do we need to leave? I'd hate to intrude on such a sensitive time."

His eyes flicked to you and you saw something soften -your heart stuttered in your chest, "That's kind of you, Ms. Greene. But, she's well now, and I'd been delighted to be in your company. All of your company."

"Oh, please," Headmistress echoed, "-don't let us intrude, I assumed you'd much prefer the eldest. Take her as you wish."

You blushed crimson at the intentions she did not know of. His eyes dipped to your cheeks with a smile, it only bloomed further along the bridge of your nose and tips of your ears -his grin grew brighter in response.

"Okay," he smiled eyes flickering to you, and lingering -you thought you might know where, "-all of you feel free to do as you wish. If you have any problems, consult with the staff."

And then, as if out of thin air, Daryl appeared and Rick motioned to him to guide them inside, be at their side until further notice.

Which left you and Mr. Grimes. Alone. With a few workers trimming the hedges and sweeping the patio, you should say.

"Hello," you said, sweetly, turning a touch crimson -not sure what to say.

"Hello," he laughed, smiling so bright you almost had to look away before he faltered -something serious flickering through his face, "-is everything alright?"

"What? Yes," you sputtered out, "-everything is fine."

"No," he echoed, soft and careful, "-something's bothering you, I can tell. Was it at your home? Did something happen?"

"No, I didn't- I wasn't-" you sighed, rubbing your eyes -this was exhausting.

"What?"

You sighed again, and merely looked at him -something heavy in your eyes. You tried to speak without speaking because you wouldn't say it-

It was so improper-

He tilted his head and something passed through his face -filtering through seriousness. Something faltering in his blue eyes.

"Oh," he echoed, "-oh."

"Don't-" you started, sputtering out, "-I..."

He frowned, leaning his hand forward -fingers stretching like he wished to touch you. You tilted toward such a touch, but he resisted.

Something was wrong. You could tell.

"Are you alright?"

Mr. Grimes extended his arm forward, held out for your hand -something in you turned a wonderful sort of crimson. He had just expected you to take to his side, like... like you belonged there.

You blushed just a little more at such assumptions.

"Let's walk," he hummed, far too serious for the moment, "-I have something to show you."

It was his garden, his wondrous garden, all trimmed and proper. If you looked down to the fine details, it's quite messy but nature was messy-

You were happy to see the sprouts and the cherry red tomatoes already peaking out such a red. It was interesting, something you'd never quite seen before.

And you were certain you never would have if you hadn't met Mr. Grimes.

You crouched down to hold a tomato between your fingers, gently so as to not heed its progress. But to feel his work between your fingers, to know what he worked so hard for. "This is all your work, then?"

"All mine," he echoed, crouching down by your side -his side brushed against yours and you almost leaned into it, "-'Should be done before winter."

"That's amazing," you smiled, dropping it from your fingers and raising to your feet -looking along the entire patch, "-you work hard, I can tell."

"I love it," he hummed, something off about his tone, "-Speakin' of, I... wanted to talk to you."

You looked around, apparently, this was his place where no one disturbed him as there was not a soul in sight. Not even trimming the nearby hedges. Your heart sped up in your chest, you were-

"Alone," he spoke, echoing out into the fresh air.

"Alone," you echoed, swallowing.

"I just," he cleared his throat, you watched the bob of his throat, "-at the ball..."

Your eyes filled with pictures of him, rosy red lips and twinkle in his eye. Close, close, close-

"I wanted to apologize."

Your mind halted.

"I shouldn't've-" his accent spilled out, as he rubbed his face, "-You deserve much better. I didn't want- I want everythin' to be perfect, to be, uh... right."

"Mr. Grimes-"

"I want to court ya," he spoke, "-properly. And I... I should've held back such... such instincts."

"Rick-"

"I don't want you to feel as you do," he started, "-you deserve something much more special than-"

"Rick," you held his face -tilting his eyes to yours, "-I do not... That's not how I feel. You're making an assumption."

"Then, what-"

"Rick," you sighed, dropping your hands -your cheeks blooming as you shut your eyes, "-I came here for... for more."

"You, what?" He questioned genuinely, and you couldn't see his face but, you could see his head tilting in your head.

You pushed your hands into your eyes, you couldn't just say it, "For more... For more-"

"Kisses," he whispered, tilted down in front of your face, his hands peeling back your own, "-You want to kiss me?"

"Rick-" you sighed, "-I can't-"

He tilted your head up, finger underneath your chin -blue eyes matching yours, a breath away from your face. Your eyes dipped to his lips, just for a spare moment. He watched such a movement with his blue, blue eyes.

"All you have to do is ask, darlin'."

"I..." you spoke a little uselessly, eyes darting along his face -he looked at you reverently, like he couldn't believe you sat in front of him, asking, "-Kiss me, please."

Your voice was quiet, a little ashamed, but he heard every word -carefully leaning forward with the slow, tender sort of speed that had your hands flinching to grab at him. It's not that such speed was unsavory, you just wanted him so, so close-

"Anythin' for you," he whispered, it fanned across your lips -something in you snapped.

You crashed into him without so much as a regret, he startled for a spare moment -stiffening as your fingers landed on his his shirt, pulling him closer. You wanted to feel his heartbeat on yours, feel the grit of his stubble on your cheeks, feel his hands on your face-

As if on cue, his hands went up to cradle your cheeks, softly, still caring for you despite the speed. Despite the passion that built up in your chest, he was still so soft with you -so tender.

You pulled back for a moment, just to see him -all lidded eyes and rosy red lips, all for you. Anything for you-

"I love you," you spilled out like your heart was in the words -laying on the dirt for him to see, for him to have.

It was just the way he looked then, so dazed; it made your heart flutter, you couldn't help it.

You pushed forward, pressing and pressing until you were the one to open your mouth -gasping for air, maybe, you couldn't remember. It didn't matter-

And suddenly you wanted him closer-

His mouth met yours intimately, tongue hesitant but present and suddenly your head was spinning -it was dizzying. Your knees buckled, but he held you there, hand pressed gently to your waist and something in you tingled at such a grasp. It was improper, you knew that-

But why did it feel so good?

"Mr. Grimes," you whispered between presses of your lips -over and over again, "-Rick-"

He stopped, all lips bruised and eyes heavy -you could barely breathe at such a sight. That was all you. But you remembered why you'd stopped because you'd... you'd opened your mouth and you weren't sure if- If he had been so keen on going so far. It was already improper-

Your heart was in your throat now, as you spoke, "Was that okay? Are you- I didn't mean to force anything-"

And then he looked at you, really looked at you -blue eyes swimming over your face, watching you. A smile bit onto his lips, his rosy red lips (you'd kissed him that way-) and he spoke.

"Marry me."

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