#( in all seriousness tara would melt )
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insert the biggest hug for tara here tbh.
thanks mom <3
#𝔦. the one and only ging / out of character .#( in all seriousness tara would melt )#( if any adult figure in her life HUGGED HER )#𝔦. never place your trust in us / answered asks .#griefforged
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Pretty Girl |5|
Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Chapter Five: A Soggy Picnic
Summary: Your first date with Tara doesn't go as planned
Warning(s): Swearing
Notes: Last part of Pretty Girl! I appreciate all the support I've got on this series, you all are awesome
Previous Part
You knocked on Tara’s door, feeling a bit nervous– oh who were you kidding? You were extremely nervous. You’ve been wanting to take her out on a date for a while now and you were finally doing it. You would never forgive yourself if you somehow messed it all up.
The door opens to reveal Tara in a skirt and top, she looked absolutely stunning. You couldn’t pull your eyes from her. You shake your head slightly, trying to snap out of your trance. “You look amazing..” Tara’s face lit up and she smiled at you, “Thanks, Y/N. You don’t look too bad yourself.” She was also struggling to pull her eyes away.
“Oh! These are for you,” you revealed the flowers that you were hiding behind your back and handed them to her. Tara happily took them, “These are lovely.” She briefly smelled them before noticing every single flower you had chosen to give her were her favorites.
“Shall we?” You held out your arm for her to take, which she did. “We shall.”
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It was raining. Of course it was. You had planned a picnic date, laying everything out on a blanket. Just when you and Tara start to get comfortable it starts down pouring. Luckily you brought an umbrella just encase but it still sucked. Within three minutes, most of the food was already unsalvageable.
“It’s fine, Y/N, really” Tara tried to reassure you but it was no use. “I should’ve picked an inside date, like the movies or something. I checked my Weather app like twenty times and not once did it say it was raining.”
You held the umbrella above Tara, not wanting her to get soaked on top of ruining your date. “I don’t mind getting a little wet,” she said before taking the umbrella from your hand and dropping it on the blanket.
“Wait, you’re gonna get it all soak–”
“And? I already told you I don't mind.–” she pulled you down by your collar until your faces were just centimeters away “—Besides, I’m here with you and that’s all I care about.” Her lips brushed against yours as she said this. Your eyes flickered down to her lips as she did the same to yours, you both leaned in until finally your lips touched.
Tara’s eyes closed shut as she enjoyed the kiss. You both melted into the kiss, your hands moving to her hips and her hands cupping your face. Both of you felt content and relieved, having waited what felt like forever. But if either of you were sure of anything, the wait was worth it.
You and Tara pull away from each other, your hands still on her hips and her hands still cupping your face.
“You’re a good kisser...” She said as she played with your collar. The both of you were still lost in each other's eyes, mesmerized by each other. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You replied with a smile, Tara mirroring it.
You had almost forgotten it was raining until the downpour picked up. “Shit, we should probably–”
“Yeah” you both gathered all your belongings and made it to your car, absolutely drenched. You shook your head in an attempt to get some of the water out of your hair. Tara did the same before taking off her jacket. “Damn, it’s pouring out there” Tara commented as she looked out of the window.
“Maybe a picnic date wasn’t my brightest idea” you said, still scolding yourself for your decision. Tara turned to you, looking you up and down before saying,“Believe or not this isn’t one of my worser dates. It was actually nice.”
“You’re just saying that cause I salvaged your favorite snacks.” You joked and Tara playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Y/L/N.”
“But seriously, I want a redo.” You stated as you pointed your finger at her. What you didn’t expect was for Tara to grab the hand you rest on your thigh and hold it. But you weren’t complaining. “You’ll get your redo. And that’s a promise.” Tara leaned in and kissed your cheek.
“Now” — she gave your hand a light squeeze — “let’s go back, I’m in the mood for a movie night.”
“Sounds good to me,” still holding her hand you started the car. Somewhere along the drive her hand made its way to your thigh, you chose not to say anything. Enjoying the warmth of her touch as you drove.
When you both got back to her place, nobody else was there so you didn’t have to worry about any interruptions. You and Tara changed into dry clothes and put on a movie to watch. You wrapped your arm around her as she laid her head on your shoulder.
With both your feelings finally out in the open, you two had nothing to hide from each other. It gave you a satisfied feeling that you no longer had to worry about your feelings being unreciprocated.
You were falling for her and she was falling for you. Although it was a scary feeling, at least you were falling together.
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A/N: Once again, thank you sm for all the support! More work is to come, I'm working on a new series that I'm actually super excited about
#jenna ortega#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter x female reader#scream#pretty girl
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Warnings: none
Pairing: Ombra x Alex
Characters: Ombra, Alex Demir ( @chadillacboseman )
Words Count: 711
Summary: Ombra has a lil migraine attack and Alex takes care of her.
Author’s Note: This is just a very cute scene that I won’t forgive Tara for putting it in my head.
Writing Taglist (to be added/removed): @vivilovespink @scentedcandleibex @darialovesstuff @confidentandgood @spacestephh @takiisieju-moved @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @gearvmac @bloody-arty-myths @zoetheneko @hi-thisiszira @admin-pipes @mitsuko-saito @malewifefirestar @krysta-cross @elderglocks @cassietrn @breakfwest @nightbloodbix @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @ninibear3000 @aceghosts @sinclxirx @gavincruikshanksexhusband @voidika @orbitinytheworld @strangefable @cloudofbutterflies92 @bihanspookies @valyrra @simonxriley
“Where does it hurt exactly?” Alex asked as he walked up to the bed after he turned off the big light. I drew an imaginary rectangle on my eyebrows where most of my headaches attacked.
He reclined on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Then he hooked his arm beneath my knees, and with a swift motion I was curled up on top of him. He pressed my head to his chest, and kissed the space between my eyebrows. His lips touched my skin so gently as if I was a fragile blossom.
He was so warm. I closed my eyes and inhaled his sweet scent. Like the rain to a dying forest, it added a few more days to my lifespan.
A weak smile stretched my dry lips. “That was better than any of those meds.”
A toothy grin wrinkled his eyes. God knew for how long I could be lost in those tiny little lines.
I put my hand on his, and brought his thumb to my lips, kissing it with such delicacy.
“I guess I’ll have to follow you around all day to make sure you’re taking good care of my gölge.” Alex mumbled.
I chuckled a silent laugh. “That’s okay. I’ve had worse.”
His smile dropped as he looked at me dead in the eyes.
“No seriously this is okay!” I chuckled a bit louder as I squirmed in his arms. Suddenly, another pulse of pain rushed to my forehead.
His smile returned as he leaned in to give a peck on my lips. All of a sudden, the doomed images of him abandoning me struck my mind like a ruthless thunder. It had become a part of my daily routine to fight with this daymare, and that night wasn’t an exception. He would eventually see the stains of blood on my hands. He would see what I truly was. And he would run away, disgusted and terrified. But I would beg him on my knees to stay.
“Would you…” I paused for a moment, not sure if it was the right moment. “Would you please never leave me, no matter what?” I whispered, tides of worry washing over my eyes. This sudden outburst of emotions surprised even myself.
Alex leaned in, his lips just a few millimeters away from my ear. “Canım, I’ll follow you wherever you go. To the ends of the Earth and back. I’ll die for you. I’ll kill for you. I’ll turn the world upside down if you ask me to.”
As each word danced out of his mouth, I felt my heart melting down my rib cage, its warmth igniting my insides. The tornado of thoughts perished in an instant. I wanted to rip my chest apart so he could see it himself, so he could see what he did to me. A lump in my throat blocked my throat, and my lips began to slowly tremble. For the first time in forever, I didn’t care if someone would see me crying. I didn’t care if I seemed vulnerable because that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to see my love pouring out of my eyes for him. Crying would worsen my headache, but I could tolerate any pain as long as he was by my side.
I covered my mouth and nose with my hands. Painfully, my eyebrows arched backwards, and streams of tears poured down from the sides of my face. All the definitions of heaven were summarized in him. What else could I ask for?
Through my blurred vision, I saw that Alex’s eyes widened in disbelief. Surely, he wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction from me.
“Wha-O-Ombra are you okay? Did I-“ He stuttered.
His gaze softened as I shook my head. “Then what is this for, Canım?”
I stared up at him with watery eyes and shaky lips. For the first time, I didn’t have to wipe those tears away.
Because I was safe.
“I-,” The lump obstructed my throat, and only three words could escape. “I love you.”
My chest trembled as I let out a silent sob.
“Güzelim,” He kissed my checkbone. “Seni daha fazla seviyorum. Now, don’t cry. Your headache will get worse.”
“It just did.”
Alex scoffed. “You know what? I hate you.”
#i want to eat them#ombra the ironhead#alex demir#IronHeart#ship: you feel like home#mortal kombat oc#mk oc
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Never alone
Pairing: big sister!darcy olsson x little sister!reader
Type: requested
Warnings: none really? mentions of having a strick and unsupportive parent
Word count: approx 700
Requests: open! for heartstopper, twilight wolfpack and narnia
A/n: loved writing this, thank you again for the request xx
"I knew there was a chance I'd find you here."
You let out a relieved breath at the sight of your older sister sitting on a rusted swing in the old park near your home.
Darcy jolted upward at the sound of your voice. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" she asked with a fake smile plastered on her face. You could be a little oblivious sometimes, but you could not miss the trail of wet tears staining her cheeks.
It hurt your heart beyond measure to see her, even after everything that just happened, trying to put on a happy face for you. Life at home was far from easy. Your mother was incredibly strict and severe. You often thought she must be in a terrible amount of pain to be so cold and distant with her children. Your sister and you learned not to expect any favor from your mother. Even if you were only a year younger than Darcy, she always took her big sister role very seriously. She constantly tried to protect you from the bitterness of your mother. Even when she had been kicked out of her home, she was still trying to protect you.
You stared at her in silence for a second, your gaze filled with concern. "Darcy, stop."
"What?" she tried subtly wiping away the tears. "Did you want to hang out? We can go and get ice cream."
She took a step, but you grabbed her wrist firmly. "Drop the bullshit. I heard everything."
A crack in her mask. A second to falter.
"Are you okay?" you asked while softening your hold on her wrist.
The three little words had the power to destroy the front she kept putting up. Her face scrunched in a pained expression, silver tears lining her eyes.
You sighed once more before pulling her in a hug. She melted in your arms, big sobs crawling their way out of her hurt body. You allowed her to rest in your arms, to let everything go.
"I'm so sorry Dar," you whispered, squeezing her as tight as you could, hoping it would somehow put back the pieces of her heart your mom had shattered times and times again.
You guided her to sit on a bench as she calmed down. Delicately, you wiped the tears away from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm sorry you had to hear that."
You let out an exasperated breath. "You don't ever have to apologize about what happened back there. You don't have to protect me all the time. At least, you have to let me protect you in return. We are a team. We are the only thing we can always, always count on. I know how hard you try to be happy all the time, but I promise, no one would love you less because you showed the hard moments. I surely won't. I know Tara won't, and anyone else in the gang won't, for that matter."
Kicking pebbles with the tip of her weathered Converse she seemed so vulnerable. Darcy felt like a mistake, a burden, most of the time. Probably because of everything your mother kept telling her, and you hated her for it.
"I'm not so sure about that… Nobody likes a burden," she mumbled.
"You are not a burden. Do you find me annoying or burdensome when I have hardships?"
"Of course not!" she exclaimed with a surprised expression.
You lifted your brows with a knowing smile as realization dawned on her. "And I can confirm it's the same for you."
You nodded at the entrance of the park where Tara, Elle, Tao, Joe, Nick, and Isaac appeared, worried looks on their faces. Your sister's girlfriend let out a strangled noise when she noticed Darcy sitting on the bench with you.
"Please don't be mad, but they were very worried about you, and I think you need them."
She looked back at you with tears in her eyes and relief sketched on her face. She grabbed your hand and held tight as she waved to her friends.
"If only you could see yourself through my eyes. You would understand how fricking amazing you are. You are not and will never be alone." You finally added before you were wrapped into a big group hug.
#ilya writes#heartstopper request#heartstopper#darcy olsson#big sister!darcy olsson x little sister!reader#nick nelson#charlie spring#tara jones#elle argent#isaac henderson#tao xu#heartstopper fluff
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A Forever Love
Request by @borhapgirlforlife19
Can I request a fluffy Eddie Munson x fem. reader one shot where the reader is a Kindergarten teacher and Eddie and their baby girl comes to visit her on her break?
Warnings; None, like just fluff, sweetness and Eddie being an adorable girl dad 💞
Changed this up a little bit but I hope you like it @borhapgirlforlife19
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Eddie loved being a dad, Tara was the light of his life. Since her mother left after she was born - a quick fling that resulted in a pregnancy and her mother abandoning Tara over a month after she was born) it had been just the two of them.
At first, Eddie was scared of raising a baby on his own, Uncle Wayne was a great help but the first few months were terrifying.
Slowly he and Tara got into a routine and every single day with her was a joy.
He hadn't been with many women since Tara was born, maybe a few but none ever worked out.
Honestly he never really cared enough to want it to work, he was happy for it to just be him and Tara...
Then he met y/n, Tara's kindergarten teacher and he fell for her hard and fast. Thankfully the feelings were mutual, they were taking things slowly but he knew in his heart that she was the one.
Very, very soon he was hoping they could live together, they had talked about it very seriously.
Being away from her for even a few hours was getting harder, he was completely in love with her.
Tara loved y/n and vice versa and today he was going to her house with Tara.
"Daddy, Do you think y/n will like the picture I drew for her?". He smiles as he holds her close.
"She'll love it, sweetheart, come on let's get your jacket on and we'll get going yeah?".
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Y/n couldn't wait to see Eddie and Tara, ever since she had met the two of them it felt like she had found her missing piece.
They met on the first day of kindergarten, some parents stayed just for a little bit so their kids would settle, nervous to separate too quickly.
Of course, they ended up fine and eager to engage in new experiences but for the first half hour of that day, it was tentative progress to get to that part.
Eddie was one of the parents who stayed, Tara was very shy at first but opened up as soon as y/n asked her about her Ariel backpack.
"Ariel is my favourite miss y/n, daddy likes to sing along to it don't you daddy?". Tara turned to Eddie and it was the first time y/n truly appraised him.
There were no two ways about it he was gorgeous, his curly, long brown hair was in a bun, eyes a beautiful shade of brown, tattoos peeked out from his upper body and arms and his smile was heart melting.
The thing she loved most though was how devoted he was to Tara, she remembered thinking at the time his partner was very lucky.
Her assumptions about a partner were untrue as he confirmed while watching Tara slowly approach a small group of boys and girls.
Within minutes they were chatting away and he relaxed.
"This is nerve-wracking. It's always just been Tara and I so leaving my little angel is a hard adjustment".
She softens. "She will be okay, she's making friends already and each time you bring her here and drop her off it will get a tiny bit easier, at least I hope so, I don't have kids yet so I've no idea what I'll be like if situations were reversed".
After a few moments, the other parent's started to leave and Eddie gets up smiling as Tara's giggles filled the room.
He waves to her and leaves, subtly he wipes his eyes and y/n's heart went out to him.
"She'll be okay. I promise you. I'll take good care of her Mr Munson". He nods and heads out then.
Tara was fine as well as the other children but even with all the fun she was having the minute Tara saw Eddie when he picked her up around two hours later was heartwarming.
Tara excitedly chatted away about her day and after y/n was finished talking to the other children's parents she approached Eddie.
"She had a wonderful first day Mr Munson".
He kisses Tara's hair as he holds her and then turns to y/n and smiles warmly.
"Please sweetheart, call me Eddie".
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That was over four months ago now and within the first few weeks, she got to know Eddie better and fell head over heels in love with him.
They had been together for over three months now and she knew he was the one, they had talked very seriously about living together and both knew it wouldn't be long before that happened.
The thought of being a little family with Eddie and Tara was wonderful.
Someday adding to that family too.
Her doorbell rings and she grins hurrying to answer it. Tara yells excitedly and hugs her tightly, beaming y/n reaches down to pick her up for a cuddle and Tara shows her the picture she drew.
It was of herself, y/n and Eddie. Tara beams.
"Do you like it y/n?". She nods taking the picture, anything Tara made for her was precious and she was quick to assure her.
"I love it, sweetie, this is amazing". Tara whoops in glee and then spots the cats and y/n puts her down knowing Tara will want to see the boys.
"Finally" Eddie jokes and pulls her in for an incredible kiss, briefly he pulls away and kisses her forehead.
"I missed you, princess, that was far too long without you". She cuddles into his chest and agrees. Being apart was getting harder and harder.
"Ed's it was only a day, barely that". She teases but feels the same way.
"Too long". He grumbles and kisses her again and again, I love you, sweetheart".
"I love you too Eddie, I know we've talked about living together and I think it's time".
Eddie's look of pure joy makes her so happy and his brown eyes shine in happiness.
"Yes yes yes!". His reaction makes her feel giddy, no one has ever loved her so deeply. She's never loved anyone so deeply before either.
"Later when Tara is asleep we can celebrate in private". She whispers to him and his eyes light up in desire.
"I very, very much look forward to that beautiful". He nuzzles into a cheek and kisses her once more.
"Come on love, I think we could maybe have a movie night to celebrate. I'm thinking pizza and ice cream". She suggests and Tara who seemed to have super hearing when it came to ice cream ran to them.
"Ice cream! Ice cream". Well, that was settled then.
"What shall we watch angel?". Eddie asks Tara and y/n smiles exchanging an indulgent look with Eddie
3...2...1
"Little Mermaid daddy!". Eddie chuckles and winks at y/n.
"Of course, silly daddy". She teases him and they kiss again then each hold out a hand to Tara who happily tells them she wants to watch more Disney after The Little Mermaid.
Four months ago was special to both Eddie and Y/n as they had found a Forever Kind Of Love with each other
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Tag list @eddielives1986
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n
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Hey, I saw you're taking requests and I would just love to see a bit more of Penemily in the word!
Maybe Emily being completely head over heels but too scared to ruin their friendship until she sees Pen dating a woman and angsty/chaotic jealousy ensues ?
<3
Mending
Emily/Penelope || Rated: General || WC: 750
A/N: Okay, truthfully, I had already been working on a similar idea as your prompt for a different ship, so this isn't quite what you requested, because I changed your idea a little bit to not repeat the plot of my other WIP. Still, I hope you like it! ------------------------------------------
Emily's tongue was firmly pinned between her teeth, furrow in her brow, as she concentrated on piecing Garcia's beloved unicorn mug back together. It's demise had been an accident, naturally, but with everyone under so much stress lately, Emily couldn't stop thinking about how upset Garcia was when the mug was broken.
If Emily had learned anything in all her years at the BAU, it was this, above all else, above the cases, above the profiling and killers, the single most important key to keeping the BAU team from falling apart completely was to make sure Penelope Garcia was happy.
Without Garcia's nonstop bright and cheery demeanor, this job would have swallowed Emily up years ago. No matter how awful their cases were, she always knew she could count on Garcia's smile at the end of the day and that alone was reason enough for her to be hunched over her desk, piecing together ceramic fragments in order to fix Penelope's mug.
Tara gently knocked on the open door, "Hey, Em, I'm getting ready to head out for the night. Saw your light still on and....," she leaned against the door frame with a perplexed smile as she fully registered the pieces on Emily's desk. "What are you doing?"
Emily didn't look up from her delicate operating procedure. "Oh, Garcia's mug broke."
"And?"
Emily glued the final piece in place and nodded triumphantly as she inspected her work. She glanced to Tara, "And I fixed it."
Tara hummed under her breath while shaking her head. "Mhmm, of course you did."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Tara replied. "Nothing at all."
Emily, now curious about Tara's implying tone, tilted her head with a suspicious look. "Seriously, Tara. What's up?"
Tara chuckled and came to sit on the edge of Emily's desk, so she could get a closer look at the newly fixed mug. "I didn't mean anything by it. You're a great Unit Chief, Prentiss, but you're an even better friend. I mean, it's the end of, yet another, extremely long, stressful day, and instead of going home, you're sitting here trying to glue this $5 mug back together, just because you know how much it means to Pen."
"Well, she was really upset about it and I just thought it would be a nice gesture."
"And is that all you thought?" Tara teased.
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's all, Tara."
"Well, it looks great, Em. She's going to be ecstatic," Tara made her way back to the door, "Goodnight. Don't stay too late, you need sleep just like the rest of us."
Emily waited until the glue dried, carefully inspecting every crack to make sure everything was sealed, then tested her repairs by filling the mug with water. When it didn't spring any leaks, she wiped it down and placed it on Garcia's desk before heading home for the evening.
The next day Garcia burst through Emily's office door, the bright colours of her outfit seemed dull compared to the smile on her face. "Was this you?! You fixed my mug!? But, I threw it away!"
Emily tried to act casual, even though internally she was vibrating with happiness at Garcia's reaction. "Yeah, I uh, saw it in the trash and figured I could probably put it back together."
Penelope closed the distance from the door to Emily's desk in three quick skips. She pulled Emily out of her chair and pulled her into a hug, nearly crushing her from gratitude.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Emily melted into the embrace, smiling as her chin rested on Garcia's shoulder for a moment. It was embarrassing how her stomach filled with butterflies at nothing more than a few seconds of physical connection with Garcia.
Garcia's phone interrupted the special moment and she huffed, as she checked her messages. "Ah, no rest for the magnificent oracle of Quantico. I better get back to my office."
She gave Emily one more quick hug. She grinned back on her way out the door, newly mended unicorn mug in hand. "I love you, Emily Prentiss!"
Alone again, Emily plopped back into her chair with a heavy sigh. She knew Garcia's sentiment wasn't anything more than loving her good friend, but it was still nice to hear it. There was no way she'd ever confess her true feelings to Penelope, so in lieu of that, Emily simply muttered a quiet reply to her empty office: "I love you too."
#criminal minds#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#Penemily#cm fanfiction#my writing#drabble#carsonsbackwardscap#prompt fulfilled
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Where I live it’s so warm, I’m basically melting. So I was wondering if you had a cute idea about how Sam and Tara would spend a really hot summer day. Just some more fluff and wholesome content, if you feel like it :) Hope that you’re not melting, wherever you live! ☀️
The weather has been great! I prefer being too hot to being too cold tbh. I can't type when I'm cold! Stay hydrated folks! (I say, dehydrated.)
I think Sam is a eugh, it's too hot kinda person, who prefers to stay indoors with a cold drink and a fan. Tara meanwhile is a sunbathing kinda gal. (I also headcanon Sam runs hot and Tara runs cold, so.)
Of course, that was before Tara got stabbed to shit and covered in scars. She's probably really insecure about it now (bye-bye bikini).
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The weather begins to get hot and sunny and Sam notices. Tara stays covered up, despite the heat, despite the fact Sam knows she loves the prickling of the sun on her skin. Or at least... she used to.
Sam frowns, trying to remember last summer. To her frustration, she can't. They were so busy with moving and finding a job and summer classes to prepare for the new school year, it had passed them by in a flash.
(Sam catches Tara standing by the window with her eyes closed, basking in the heat and the light. Her sister still loves the sun, she learns.)
"You can't seriously still be cold," Sam jokes one day, catching Tara heading out in a long-sleeved top once again. She doesn't miss the way Tara freezes, how her eyes widen, how she can't think of a response. Tara throws out a quick "I don't know what you mean," and escapes out the door. Sam frowns at the display and realises that despite all the progress Tara's made, there's obviously still things she's not ready to talk about.
(Despite all the progress Sam's made, there's still things she's not ready to let go.)
So Sam waits a couple days, observes, thinks about what she wants to say. Then she corners her, demands to know what she's doing and why. In those exact words.
Tara blinks at her, confused, and holds out her cup. "I'm... drinking juice?"
"What? No!" Sam exclaims, taking the cup from her sister's outstretched hand and putting it back on the counter, a little harder than necessary. Tara frowns.
Sam tugs at the shoulder of her top. "I'm talking about this!"
"My... clothes?"
"Yes!"
"Sam, you're not making any sense."
She knows, groaning. All that practice and she's still messing up her words. She doesn't want to get this wrong, it's important.
"Why are you wearing that? It's like 80 degrees! Put a damn crop top on or a bikini or something, you're making me feel faint just looking at you."
Sam watches understanding dawn on Tara's face by the way it carefully becomes blank. From the way she takes a step back.
"What, you're gonna tell me how to dress now?"
They both cringe at her tone, it's defensive and aggressive, familiar.
One step forward, two steps back. "No Tara, of course not. I just... I would really like to know why. This isn't like you."
Tara struggles to swallow back a maybe I've changed in those five years you disappeared for. She knows it won't help, it won't fix anything. It'll only hurt her sister. She bites her cheek, her therapist's voice echoing through her head.
This is Sam. She can be honest with Sam. Sam won't judge her, she won't be mad.
She repeats the mantra to herself several times before pulling off her top. "Look at me, I can't go out like this!"
Sam frowns back at her sister. "I don't-"
"My scars, Sam! Look at them!"
There's a pleading to Tara's words, they sound desperate, and hurt, and Sam takes her in her arms.
"You're beautiful, Tara."
"They're ugly."
"They're a sign of your resilience, of how strong you are. How could that ever be ugly?" Sam kisses the top of her head and steps back, hands on her shoulders. "You're a survivor, and you should be proud of that. But if you're not ready to show that to the world, then that's fine, but you don't have to hide at home. Ok?"
Tara bites her lip, turning away.
Sam catches her by the chin. "Ok?"
"Ok?"
They take to sunbathing together in the apartment, stretched out beneath whichever window is catching the light best at the time.
#/mp#ask box#Scream#Sam Carpenter#Tara Carpenter#scream headcanon tag#as a a Brit we get so little warm/sunny weather that we really have to appreciate it while we got it#oh I'm sorry did you say fluff and wholesome content? Whoops. A little sour to make the sweet spots all the sweeter. Or something idk.#had to goolge c to f calcualtor smh#anyway this was not how I intended to answer this but once I thought about it I physically could not stop
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Tickletober Day 28 - Distraction
Fandom: Heartstopper
Characters: Tara/Darcy
Words: 397
[Tickletober prompts]
Darcy had a tendency to talk about Tara in third person even when talking to her. “Is my girlfriend tired?” she would ask when Tara peeked up at her through her eyelashes in the mornings, both of them smiling, both giddy, with Darcy knowing damn well they’d both stayed up way past their bedtimes texting each other.
“Your girlfriend desperately needs a nap,” Tara would say, as if the word girlfriend still didn’t make her melt inside.
“Well, my girlfriend can let me guide her to her next class then,” Darcy would reply and grab her arm, proximity being something they didn’t just do in private anymore.
Tara couldn’t say she didn’t like the way Darcy chose her words, always bolding the my, always italicizing the girlfriend.
But some days it became distracting. Some days she wished Darcy would grant her some mercy.
“You’re making me act like a lovesick teenager,” she said, as if that wasn’t exactly what she was. “I need to concentrate, Darcy, please.”
But Darcy merely grinned, leaning close enough for Tara to nearly kiss her. “My girlfriend needs to focus? All right then, I’ll leave.”
She hopped away happily while Tara groaned, knowing her words would be the only thing going through her mind for the next hour.
“You’re so easy to distract,” Darcy said later, having endured Tara’s glare as she sat down beside her nonchalantly. “Seriously, I barely did anything. Imagine if I was actually trying to distract you.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so cute,” Tara muttered, earning herself a bright smile and a peck to her cheek.
“Well, my girlfriend is cuter,” Darcy said as she pulled away, poking Tara’s belly. “And ticklish,” she added, delighted. “Not to mention she has the most beautiful laugh. And her smile-”
Tara was laughing now, maybe partly due to Darcy’s persistent poking, but mostly due to embarrassment. Elle said they were going through their honeymoon phase again now that they were properly out. Tara was beginning to see her point.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for Darcy to pull her close. They were alone, thank god, and Tara pressed her lips to Darcy’s. “You’re such a distraction,” she mumbled into the kiss. “But I can’t pretend I don’t like it just a little bit.”
“I knew it.” Darcy’s fingertips teased Tara’s sides, making her squirm. “My girlfriend simply can’t resist me.”
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Kiss Cam - a Garvez story
A re-written version of today's WFILIO chapter for the canon universe, per the request of @snailsandpuppy-dogtails
Summary: The team goes to a hockey game, and they forgot about one crucial tradititon
Word count: 978
Can also be read here on Ao3
Rossi had purchased tickets for the entire team to go see a hockey game together one Friday night. They weren't all massive fans of the sport, but they enjoyed it well enough, plus, they enjoyed spending time together the eight of them outside of work.
The game was set to start in half an hour, so first: snacks.
"Damn you, Luke Alvez," Penelope said teasingly. "You got the last soft pretzel."
"Uh, yeah, for you," he replied, holding it out for her.
Penelope was taken aback. "W-what?"
"Yeah, I don't like soft pretzels, and I know they're your favorite, so I thought I'd get it for you. Besides, I got popcorn for myself."
"I could have bought the pretzel myself," she pointed it out.
"True, but maybe I wanted to treat you. Besides, I know you'd much rather spend your money on the Starbucks downstairs to get one of your fancy hot chocolates."
Her eyes went wide. "There's a Starbucks downstairs?"
"Yeah." He extended an arm to her. "Want me to show you the way?"
She looped her arm through his. "Please." She looked back at their friends. "We'll be right back."
JJ looked like she was going to explode. "If those two don't get their heads out of their asses soon I am going to shove their faces together and make them kiss."
Reid rubbed comforting circles on his friend's back. "Breathe, JJ, breathe. It'll happen."
"It fucking better."
"I'm with you, Jayje," Emily told her. "They're driving me batshit crazy."
***
By the time they all made their way to their seats, they found Luke and Penelope were already there and seated next to each other, deep in conversation about something and seemingly oblivious to their approaching friends. "Eight empty seats and they sat together," Matt said. "And they expect us to believe they aren't stupid for each other."
"How much do you want to bet they'll say they only did it because they 'didn't want to block anyone else from getting in?'" Rossi asked.
"I believe it," Reid whispered back.
Tara looked at Emily. "They have to be close to getting together, right?"
"I fucking hope so."
No one had any idea how close they were indeed.
***
Partway through the game, the Kiss Cam came on. They'd all forgotten about that. Tara pulled Emily close and kissed her.
"The camera wasn't even on us!" Emily exclaimed.
"I know," Tara replied smugly.
"Dork."
"I know."
Then the camera landed on Luke and Penelope. She went bright red as their friends started cheering for them, and Luke began stammering. "You don't have to kiss me, I understand, it's totally cool if–"
"Oh my god, Newbie, just shut up." Then she grabbed his face and kissed him, full on the mouth. Luke placed his hand on hers that was resting on his face and absolutely melted. When she pulled away, he had the most dazed and love-struck expression on his face any of them had ever seen. They all knew it wouldn't– couldn't –be too much longer before they were finally a couple.
***
After the game was over, Luke pulled Penelope into an empty hallway, hoping the sounds of the crowd leaving would block their teammates from hearing the conversation they were about to have. "Hey, I hope you didn't feel pressured or anything back there," he told her. "You really didn't need to kiss me if you didn't want to."
"Oh, I know," she replied.
Luke smirked. "So… you're saying you wanted to kiss me?"
Penelope flushed bright red. He wasn't wrong, by any stretch, but that wasn't exactly what she had meant. All she meant was that she was under no obligation to kiss him. "No…"
"Mhmm."
"Seriously, get over yourself," Penelope replied playfully, hoping to squash any remaining awkwardness. "That kiss was nothing."
"Well… if that's really how you feel, then fine, but it didn't feel like nothing to me. And for what's worth… I liked it. And I really like you."
Penelope stammered in shock. "You do?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Oh. I, um, I really like you too."
"So… could I maybe take you out to dinner sometime?"
"Um, yeah. You may."
"And… could I potentially kiss you again? For real, this time?"
Breathless already, she nodded, and he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close. He stroked her cheek lightly with his other hand, then lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly and genuinely.
It was like fireworks. Her whole body felt like it was vibrating.
Wait a second, it was. Both Luke and Penelope pulled away from the kiss in confusion at the rapid vibrating of their phones.
They saw a series of text messages in the team group chat, starting with an image from JJ of the two of them wrapped around each other with the caption: It finally fucking happened!!!
Tara: HELL yes
Rossi: Well it's about damn time!
Emily: Heads have been successfully removed from asses, I repeat, heads have been successfully removed from asses!
JJ: Shit. Their phones were on vibrate. Gotta run.
Matt: Ha! Nice knowing you, JJ 😂
Luke and Penelope's heads snapped up just in time to see a flash of blonde hair running away. They took off after her.
"Jennifer Jareau!" Penelope shrieked.
"I'm sorry!" JJ called back.
"No you're not!" Luke shouted up at her. He was correct. She was not sorry in the slightest.
***
Later that night, after about half an hour of squealing into her pillow, Penelope texted Luke.
Penelope: So… you wanted to take me to dinner?
Luke: I know I said dinner, but how about lunch? Tomorrow, maybe? If you don't have any plans.
Penelope: Sounds perfect. Can't wait ☺️
Luke: Me neither ❤️
That night, in different parts of the city, two people fell asleep with the most giddy of lovesick grins plastered to their faces.
#garvez#Garvez fanfiction#Luke Alvez#Penelope Garcia#Temily#Tara Lewis#Emily Prentiss#Jennifer Jareau#David Rossi#Spencer Reid#Matt Simmons#Criminal Minds
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So I read this prompt on tumblr where you see your soulmate in mirrors and I extended that to reflective surfaces in general for this Ralvez fic that came to me like an epiphany. So. Here’s a lil one.
Title: Reflections (soulmate AU)
Words: 1,499
Rated: General. No canon-typical violence but there’s brief mention of Reid’s past traumas
Every day, Spencer tried his best to keep his gaze away from windows, blank screens, even particularly still puddles when he was caught out in the rain. Anything reflective.
The face staring back at him seemed too good to be true. A beautiful complexion with dark hair softening a handsome face, and the kindest eyes Spencer had never actually seen in person. In moments of weakness, he’d rub his thumb and forefinger together before glancing around to make sure no one could see him before taking a look at the reflection staring back at him. It was stupid maybe, to take such care that no one see him, but it felt like a private moment. Like crying in anger and knowing that you’d be taken less seriously; he didn’t need to be seen as ‘mooning over’ his soulmate. He didn’t even know if he’d ever meet him.
He’d seen the way Penelope and Derek’s relationship had gone; they immediately started calling each other pet-names, but their relationship was that of destined friends rather than lovers. Soulmates could mean any sort of relationship; they weren’t inherently romantic. But Spencer wanted his to be. He wondered if Mr Maybe Average Height, Dark, and Handsome would come into his life being the most attractive person Spencer’s ever set his eyes on only to find their soulbond would be like Derek and Garcia, rather than Hotch and Hayley. He also wondered if when Hotch was looking at mirrors if he was missing Hayley’s reflection or agonising over seeing it.
He’d been moving back and forth through the precinct they were holed up in, bouncing between watching Tara interview their unsub through the one-way-mirror with Emily and the rest of the team brainstorming down the hall. Each time he walked up and down that hall, the image of his soulmate walked beside him. It made him feel both hemmed in and comforted.
This stranger had been with him since his teen years. This silent company with lips that seemed always ready to smile. He’d watched as some peach fuzz turned into manicured facial hair and admired the changes. When he was in a good mood, these were the tracks his thoughts moved along. When he was in a bad mood, he anguished over the thought of this voiceless watcher seeing him go through trauma after trauma. He’d wondered too, if this other person had avoided looking at surfaces with just a bit too much shine because of it.
Trudging back down the hall with a list of questions the team had written out for Tara, Spencer paused at one of the windows in the hall. The ever-present image of his soulmate was slightly off-centre, and had a heart-stoppingly warm smile. It made Spencer take in a deep breath, like a weight was lifted off his chest and it could expand properly now. He smiled back, and almost walked away before the image's hand in the window actually lifted as if saying ‘wait. Stay there’.
He did wait for a second before realising it was stupid to follow the command of a reflection. Then realised it was more stupid to think that a reflection could ask him to wait when generally they stay still, at most wearing an expression matching the feelings of the person they’re depicting. That was another topic of ‘bad mood thoughts’ Spencer had sometimes.
These things were still whirring through his mind when a door in the hall beside the window opened, and Spencer’s feet became fixed to the floor. He had the urge to run, to keep distance between this man and himself so that his quiet comfort stayed exactly that. He knew what to expect with it, and the thought of change filled him with fear. But he’d also spent years wanting to push his fingers through dark and curly hair. Wanting more senses to become familiar with the man than just sight. What did he smell like? What was his voice like?
Spencer found with a jolt he was learning what the voice sounded like while quite unprepared.
“-finally see you. This is just- wow, right? I’m Luke, Luke Alvez.”
He already knew the name, because Emily had told everyone that the new team member would have to meet them while they were away on a case. But he never would have guessed-
“Who could have thought we’d meet here? Do you work here?”
“I-I uh, I’m Spencer. Reid, Spencer Reid.” It was then that he noticed Luke had begun to hold his hand out like he was going to shake Spencer’s, and he’d instead slipped it in his pocket.
“Your reputation precedes you, Dr Reid.” His smile made Spencer’s heart feel more present in his chest, and it frustrated him that he couldn’t properly explain the feeling. Like its beating was more deeply felt throughout his body.
“Luke, you said?” He was stalling; he’d take the memory of every moment in this interaction with the man before him to the grave.
“Yeah, Luke. I’d really love to get to know you Spencer, but I’m here on work you know.” The shape of his lips changed to a playful grin and Spencer’s knees felt weak. “Care to show me around, at least?”
-
Spencer had started to think that he’d keep this ‘meeting his soulmate’ business under wraps, maybe break it to the team after they’d gone back home and Spencer had some time with Luke. Those plans were promptly thrown aside when Luke happily exclaimed about how excited he was meeting his soulmate to the team when they enquired about his infectiously high spirits.
Spencer thought he’d feel something, scared, maybe, about this new information being exposed before he could properly process it. But seeing how happy Luke was had the feeling melt away before it really took root.
-
“You know, seeing you through the years has been a rollercoaster ride I did not sign up for.” Luke had taken Spencer out to the middle of nowhere, and the two were laying down on a blanket and looking up at the stars. Having learnt about Spencer’s aversion to the dark, he’d brought two battery powered lanterns and set them down at opposite corners of their blanket.
It wasn’t necessary, given the light from the moon and stars, but the thought left a sweet feeling moving through Spencer’s body.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. A couple years ago seemed the roughest for you though. I don’t want to pry and make you uncomfortable, but if you want to share, or vent, or anything... Well, I’m all ears.”
Spencer squeezed Luke’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb on the side of Luke’s hand as he took a moment to think.
“I don’t mind answering, but it’s not the happiest story. Which you may have guessed, having been able to see me at least a little at the time.”
“I want to learn everything about you Spencer, so that I can love everything about you.” Luke brought their hands up to kiss the back of Spencer’s, unaware of the almost overwhelming feelings Spencer was going through.
They spent the night quietly sharing the bad and the good, the big and the small, from their lives before they met. Luke ended up pulling Spencer closer so that Spencer’s head was on his chest, his arms around the younger man’s body. Only after hours went by and Spencer thought he might fall asleep did Luke make them get back in the car and head home. Luke was renting an apartment he’d picked out before needing to move after transferring from the fugitive taskforce, but he’d spent a lot of his nights at Spencer’s, with Roxy tagging along now more often than not.
Luke took Spencer up and went back to his apartment to pick up Roxy before returning. By the time they were all in bed, the horizon had started brightening. The light seeping in through the edges of the curtain cast the room in a pale glow, showing Spencer curled up in Luke’s arms, and Roxy on a bed Spencer had bought for her at the foot of their own bed.
Now, when Spencer caught himself looking at Luke’s image in windows and mirrors, he took a little extra time to smile back in case Luke was seeing him at the same time. He knew the approximate likelihood was low when he thought of where else Luke could be, but was making up for lost smiles. He’s learned about the concern and pain Luke had felt seeing Spencer through the hardest times, bullying in high school, the loss of loved ones, as well as his abduction and addiction. Now, Luke made a point of telling him things like ‘I saw you smiling today, it felt good. Anything you want to share?’ As well as ‘I was trying to work today and I saw some idiot grinning back at me when my monitor died. Did you plan that?’
Now, Spencer sought out Luke’s image every day.
#Ralvez fic#I could have edited this more but#Well here we are#Criminal Minds fanfic#Spencer Reid/Luke Alvez#This is the closest I've ever gotten to angst and it's bc I'm a lil bitch hope you don't mind but too bad if you do#My Writing#It was legit just gonna be a couple hundred words but when I thought I was gonna stop typing I kept going#Gonna say it was bc of my new keyboard I truly love it
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5 times Mark Yang and Tara Lee's Instagram posts proved he's 100% boyfriend material
Tara Lee and Mark Yang are undoubtedly one of the world's favorite celebrity couples. Even amidst what many considered the wedding of the year, between fashion darling Minah Delacroix and tech entrepreneur Sungjae Lee, the TMark pairing—as fans call it—had everybody talking. Since the moment they first revealed their relationship—they were only 19 when Mark decided to open up about it to fans!— both of them have made headlines across the world. Naturally, being a duo of a sensational singer and a literal princess and best seller author, they tend to be somewhat of a power couple. However, it was the rumors of a shotgun wedding that set the internet ablaze in the past days. Though Mark’s representatives recently announced that the couple just got engaged and they will "probably" be walking down the aisle next year, Tara and her long-time boyfriend—fiancé, better said—are still high up on our priority list.
Especially when they’ve been spamming us with pictures that make our hearts melt for the way they speak about each other. To celebrate Mark’s birthday and their engagement announcement—through Instagram—, we’ve rounded up some of our favorite Instagram posts of theirs that prove Mark is all sorts of boyfriend material and his relationship with Tara absolute goals.
1. The reveal
Although Tara and Mark are childhood friends and have been dating since they were 13—yes, 13!!!—it wasn’t until 2020 that the singer revealed his relationship. Mark confirmed the rumors through a magazine interview first and later on took to Instagram to share a picture with his girlfriend. With a caption taken straight from Pride and Prejudice—Tara’s favorite book—Mark left no space for doubts… TMark is a match made in heaven!
2. Mark’s birthday posts
Mark is known among NCT’s diehard fans for his sincere way of congratulation people on their birthdays. On several occasions, friends and acquaintances have shared screenshots of Mark’s messages just as the clock hits midnight. That, of course, includes Tara too. With messages that surely make even the most pessimistic of us believe in love, Mark has shared birthday wishes for his s/o with the world.
3. Matching posts
Tara and Mark are soulmates and other than admitting to never dating other people—Darius Black and Mindy Park were just a very brief and terrible chapter in the TMark fairytale, thank God!— they’ve made it a mission to prove just how perfect they are for each other on their Instagram feeds. Through the years, TMark has offered wholesome moments of their relationship with matching posts. Whether if it’s during their vacations or a simple profile picture, they surely take matching culture seriously. And here’s the proof.
4. Supportive Boyfriend
Other than their lovely antics, Mark and Tara have used social media to flaunt their unbreakable bond. While Tara is less vocal and more low-key about it, Mark is not one to hold back. Continuously showing his unconditional support for his girlfriend, he’s been a regular on many of Tara’s vlogs and projects, proving there’s literally nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He's also the first to congratulate Tara on her achievements and never fails to demonstrate he is her ultimate fan.
5. Post-engagement bliss
After their engagement announcement, Mark has not stopped gushing about his fiancée. From their joint interview with Enchanté and his social media interactions, Mark continues to show his excitement about this new chapter of his love life. Most recently, he shared a picture of the couple's getaway in Cap Corse, earning millions of likes in just an hour. It truly is a testament to their influence just how much people couldn’t stop talking about it!
It would be remiss to not mention, literally any other picture of Mark on Tara’s Instagram feed. Whether vacationing abroad, going on coffee dates, or just chilling at home, Mark looks like the boyfriend we all dream about. If a man with this kind of effect isn’t called "100% boyfriend material," then we don’t know who is!
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Jersey on my mind (part 38)
A faint, warm breeze caresses Mila’s face as she and Juri walk along the quiet street, running alongside the newly built wall. A few of the Alexandrian men are working on the final piece, funnily enough nearby the church that caused it to break. It’s been two months since the wall collapsed now, or at least that’s what she thinks. Mila looks at the new construction as she and Juri passes, feeling a sense of calm throughout her soul as her eyes sweep over the repaired structure that has also been expanded; a part of Deanna’s original plan for the community. On the piece of the wall that stood by the invasion, next to the small graveyard, someone has written the name of those who have perished; loved ones, friends, family and those who became family after the outbreak. It’s a nice memorial site, a quiet corner of the community. Since that day, when the walkers poured into Alexandria, everything has gone back to a somewhat normal state.
It’s a hot mid-summer’s day, the sky is blue and the clouds look extra fluffy. Juri points towards them and gestures as if he squeezed an invisible marshmallow between his soft little fingers.
“Yeah they look tasty.” Mila smiles and squints up towards the floating clouds cruising by without a hurry. “What about-” Softly, she pinches Juri’s button nose. “I try to find us some yummy marshmallows for a barbecue when I get back, huh?”
With glittering eyes Juri nods and hugs her tightly; obviously he is positive about the idea.
“Then it’s a date.” Mila chuckles and hugs Juri back, before putting him down on the ground. “Ufh, you are getting heavy. Soon I won’t be able to carry you around.”
With a proud, sunny face Juri stretches, he’s certainly not a little guy anymore; in Mila’s eyes, paradoxically, he’s still her little baby, while she’s also well aware that he’s turning four in a few months. Where the heck did the years between infancy and two go? With a smile, she thinks of Maggie and what adventure awaits her and Glenn in the years to come. At least they have each other, a small consolation when the world is constantly on the brink of doom.
“Since you’re a big boy now, you’re going to teach Maggie’s baby a lot of important things. Like Carl does with you and Judith.” Mila says and takes Juri’s hand. “You think you can do that?”
Juri nods, with eyes that take the task very seriously. He adores Carl like an older brother and being addressed as a big boy, doing ‘Carl-stuff’, is everything he’s ever wanted. Juri gestures with his free hand and makes a finger walk in the air; of course he will teach the new baby to walk. But when he lets go of Mila’s hand, to show that he’s going to teach the baby to tie its shoes, Mila raises her left eyebrow.
“Well, I think we have to practice that one a little bit, Malysh.” Mila says.
Stubbornly, Juri signals that he’s already trying to learn, or rather states, very stubborn, that Daryl should teach him. He’s done it before, Juri gestures with a triumphant grin.
“Really?” Mila smiles. “Sure, I bet he’s good at it. What’s left for me then? I’m just gonna sit by and watch?”
By putting his hands together in front of him and pointing his index fingers straight ahead, Juri gestures a finger-gun. He narrows one eye and pretends to aim and fire. He points at her with a smile, clarifies that she’s best at shooting, therefore she should teach him.
“Spasibo, malysh.” She winks at Juri. “Not quite yet, though. But I promise you, I will.”
Further down the street, both of them catch sight of Daryl and Denise. They part, Denise walks away from them and Daryl turns and starts to walk in their direction. Mila waves at him and Juri starts to run as fast as his short legs possibly can towards their favorite archer. Despite his packing, a backpack and the crossbow, Daryl receives Juri when he reaches him; he lifts him up in the air on straight, strong arms, making Juri’s blonde hair dance around his angelic face. The silent laugh that spreads on his face makes Mila’s heart swell with joy. She had never thought that the surly archer would melt completely because of a, certainly charming, mute toddler; her little ray of sunshine. He even smiles as he lifts Juri into the air. Surely a sight for sore eyes, she thinks as they meet in the middle of the street.
“Ya’ ready?” Daryl greets her as he puts Juri down. “We’re heading out now.”
“All done.” She replies, notices a piece of paper in Daryl’s hand. A shopping list? “That’s a nice little list you got there.” Mila peeks over the edge of the slightly crinkly paper, that looks like it’s been passed around the entire community. “Food, gas, some medicine, more medicine… another medicine-” She frowns her eyebrows. “Orange soda?”
“Dunno.” He shrugs. “Denise wanted to surprise Tara.”
“That’s nice.” Mila nods.
It was decided last night that Tara and Heath would go on a longer supply run. Daryl was asked to follow, but declined. Mila suspected that it was because of her; she’s been a bit under the weather the last couple of days; she’s been tired and just a bit feeble, felt nauseated. Carol was sure it was just her female hormones acting out, which could very well be a possibility. Tracking a period during the apocalypse wasn’t high on her ‘to do’-list, so she brushed it off. Daryl didn’t say anything about the reason for his decision, but Mila guessed that he didn’t feel like leaving her behind, even though she’s neither sick or… well, anything really. Just a bit tired. Instead, it was decided that Daryl and Rick would go on a supply run. Mila offered to come along; Daryl couldn’t possibly stop her from following, so it was settled that she’d tag along.
They walk to the dusty Chrysler sedan together. Rick’s already in place, assuring that his gun is loaded and attached properly to his belt when they arrive.
“Mornin’.” He greets them with a nod; Once a cop, always a cop. The only thing missing is the wide-brimmed hat. “Ready to go?”
Both of them nod and Daryl hands Rick the list of supplies.
“Ya’ see anything you miss?” He asks.
Rick glances through the list quickly.
“We’re outta’ toothpaste.” He states and lifts his eyes to them, waving the note between his fingers. “Keep an eye open for spearmint and baking soda. Michonne’s orders.”
“Got it.” Mila turns to Juri and squats in front of him. “Okay, be nice to Carol and the others, don’t run away.”
With a serious look, Juri reminds her of the promise of marshmallows.
“I’ll remember.” Mila promises and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “There, davay.” She gets up from the ground as Juri turns and runs over to the porch, climbs the stairs and gets into the house to find Carol.
They get in the car, Rick and Daryl in the front seat and Mila in the back seat. She puts her handgun and backpack in the seat next to her and Rick rolls over to the gates, where Eugene’s about to push it open for them. On the other side, pierced on a couple of rebar attached to a broken car, a couple of walkers are trying their best to reach for them with their worn, boney arms, all in vain.
Eugene strutts over to the passenger seat of the car and leans into the open window. The mullet looks more solid than ever as he hands Daryl another note.
“I mapped out some of the agricultural supply places in the area.” He says in the heavy Texan accent Mila finds incredibly fascinating. “Even if they’ve been cleaned out, my bet is that the sorghum would be untouched. Now, that there is a criminally underrated grain that could change the game with our food situation from scary to hunky-dunky.”
No one says anything. Mila rests her elbows on the backs of the driver’s and passenger seats and leans in so her head sticks out in between the two men in the front.
”I'm talking standability-” Eugene continues. “Drought tolerance, grain-to-stover ratio that is the envy of all corns.” He pauses. “Think about it.”
”Gosh I could listen to him forever.” Mila says and looks at Rick. “Hunky-dunky.” She repeats in an as good as it gets Texan accent, while meeting Eugene’s eyes.
“All right.”
The car drives out through the gate, Rick accelerates and they leave Alexandria behind.
“I’m having a good feeling ‘bout today.” Rick says cheerful.
“Really?” Mila replies.
“Just-” Rick shrugs. “You know- You just feel it. Today’s the day. We're gonna find food, maybe some people. The law of averages has gotta catch up.”
“We ain’t seen nobody for weeks.” Daryl notes. “Maybe we ain’t gonna find nobody.”
“That’s sunny.” Mila says, strokes his bare arm with her fingertips. “Let’s cheer this bad boy up, sheriff.”
Rick grins and pushes ‘play’ on the stereo. The music starts faintly and Mila recognizes the band as Social Distortion.
”Oh I like this one!” Mila exclaims and starts to sing along.
”Thought ya’ only liked country?” Rick looks at her in the rearview mirror.
”Nuh.” Mila shakes her head. ”I’m full of surprises. Fun fact, I went to a bunch of cool concerts back in Jersey. These guys, Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, Rise Against, Pearl Jam- Lots of rock, punk, country-” Mila continues to sing along when the chorus starts. ”I made out with the Social Distortion singer, Mike Ness, after a concert. Or at least I think it was him.”
”Think?” Daryl sputters and turns to look at her.
”I was eighteen!” Mila shrugs easily. “And drunk beyond judgement.” She confesses. ”He was- old, kinda’ handsome. Smelled quite nice, except the sweat. When I think about it, it could just as well be any middle aged guy with tattoos and tons of hair wax working backstage. I will never know for sure. But I’d like to believe it was the singer. Makes the story more interesting.”
Rick laughs.
“Concerts are wild.” He agrees while tapping the steering wheel. “I took Lori to see Tim McGraw once, before Carl was born. Cheap fried hot wings, beer in red plastic cups, great music; great night.”
“Is he the-” Mila starts to hum while drumming on the thighs. “Hu-huuu- I like it, I love it-”
“-I want some more of it-” Rick tunes in and snaps his finger to her beat. “I try so hard, I can't rise above it. I don't know what it is 'bout that little gal's lovin’-”
“Christ sake-” Daryl sighs and slides further down the passenger seat.
“Here-” Rick hands Mila the worn plastic case of cd’s from the door pocket. “Find something good.”
“Yes, captain.” Mila unzips the case and starts to flip the plastic pages, filled with scratched cd’s, before finding something that looks promising. “Here-”
“Please, don’t-” Daryl pleads.
Too late. She leans into the front seat and pushes the cd into the radio.
“Crank it up!”
Rick turns the volume wheel up to fourteen and both he and Mila happily exclaims “yeeeah” when the intro to “Life is a highway” blasts out of the cheap stereo.
“Ya’ both crazy!” Daryl cries, in an attempt to drown out the radio.
“Draws ‘em away from home!” Rick calls before tuning into the catchy chorus with Mila.
Rick knows the lyrics even better than she does; she still stumbles on the fast lines combined with her not pitch perfect english.
After driving for awhile, while continuing their exceptional singalong, Daryl manages to override the music:
”Look-” Daryl points out of the window and Rick hits the brakes in a matter of seconds. ”Back up.”
While Mila stretches forward and turns down the volume, Rick puts in reverse gear and drives the car back to the intersection. About a hundred meter to their right lies a couple of buildings. A silo, a shed and a barn, with ’sorghum’ written all over the dirty white roof. Rick turns the wheel, hits the gas and drives in the direction of the barn. He drives up on the dirt road and parks in front of the red building. It looks untouched, as if no one else knew about the great power of the sorghum. They step out of the car and look around. It’s quiet, no walkers.
“Let’s check it out.” Rick looks around the corner.
”Best to be safe.” Daryl says and walks over to the storage roll up door. He checks the handle, nods as to tell that it’s unlocked. ”Ya’ cover?” He looks up at her and Rick.
”Yup.” Rick returns, hand on his gun.
While the two men get ready for combat, Mila throws a glance out over the fields surrounding the barn; keeping an eye open for potential enemies. The door goes up with a loud noise and Rick bursts into the barn. Mila’s eyes land on the back of a truck.
“No sorghum?” Mila says.
”Doesn’t look like it.” Rick turns to her and Daryl. “We’re good.” He states and points at the truck. ”One more time?”
”It ain’t locked.” Daryl puts his hand on the handle and thugs at the box truck roll up door that rolls up with a rattle.
”Wohaa!” Mila exclaims.
The truck is filled with supplies; food, blankets, towels, everything really. It must be their lucky day.
”How ’bout that?” Daryl says. “Looks like we’re done for today.”
”Let’s get this thing going, grab our gear and come back for the car later. Take another way back and see what we can see.” Rick states. “We still need to find more things.”
”I’ll go start it up-” Mila says. ”If it starts.”
”I think it does.”
”Also one of your optimistic predictions?” She smirks at Rick, turns and walks over to the drivers side and opens the door. ”Hah, they where dumb enough to leave the keys.”
Daryl unloads the most necessary things from the car, Rick locks it with a ‘beep’ on the key and they get inside the truck; Mila makes herself comfortable between her two companions and they backs out of the barn and hits the road. They head in the direction Rick drove before Daryl asked him to stop. The road is lined by green, lush forest. The sun has settled behind some clouds, but it’s still warm, a sticky moist heat that doesn’t really make Mila’s tiredness any better. She’s already drinked a whole bottle of water by herself and starts to feel her jeans push at her bladder. In the distance, she sees what looks like a very run-down gas station.
“Should we check it out?” Daryl looks at Rick, who nods. “Might be some gas left.”
“Let’s find out.”
Rick parks at the first pump and they get out of the truck. The gas station is a mess; debris everywhere, an abandoned jeep is parked outside and the black color of the roof has begun to flake and exposes the gray metal underneath. The store looks equally miserable. She strolls up to the doors and peeks through the dirty glass, but sees nothing else than darkness. On her right Daryl’s checking out a tipped-over vending machine, filled with soda and candy. Someone must’ve given up halfway through their attempt to move it, Mila thinks.
“Give me a hand with this.” Daryl says.
Rick, looking around the desolated place, turns on the spot and walks over to help. Besides her urge to pee, Mila’s struck by a slight sensation through her head, like nausea, just as she has been doing on and off the last two days. Heck, not now.
“I just gotta- you know.” She makes a whistling sound, to signal that she needs to find a toilet, or just walk behind the corner of the gas station to pee, or vomit - right now she cannot decide which of them she needs the most.
“We’ll get this.” Daryl nods towards the vending machine.
Mila turns and walks towards the door of the gas station. She thugs at it, then pushes it open with force. It’s barricaded with a shelf and she creates a passage wide enough for her to get through and walks inside the dark store, gun raised in front of her. She lets her gaze get used to the dark, then sweeps over the empty, chaotic store before she walks towards the back of it, towards the door with ‘staff only’, hanging on just one hinge. The back of the shop, a room that looks like something between an office and a storage, with walls clad in brown wooden panels, is also empty. She quickly finds the ‘staff only’-toilet that doesn’t look far too disgusting to sit down on. She closes the door halfway, to prevent herself from being in total darkness. While unzipping her jeans she curses herself for not bringing a flashlight. As she sits down, she promises herself to wash her whole body with steel wool as soon as they are back in Alexandria; the toilet stinks of urine and It must be a pure bacteria party in the small space. She closes her eyes, feels how the nausea calms down a bit, focuses to breath through her mouth to close out the acrid smell. She takes another breath and feels her bladder relax, happy to release the huge amount of water she drank.
Despite the disgusting toilet, it feels better to go to the toilet inside than outside. Mila reluctantly remembers the time she had to pee in the woods, and a walker snuck up behind her. With her trousers around her ankles, Mila had to ward off the armless, dead man. It wasn’t her proudest moment for sure.
Loud voices and thumps make her wake up from her thoughts. Mila almost falls on her nose getting up from the toilet seat with her jeans around her ankles. Swearing over the fact that she might have to repeat her unworthy pants incident, she makes her way out from the bathroom, thuggin’ on her panties and jeans to get them over her ass, to see what’s going on outside. Is there an ambush? She loses balance, while trying to zip her pants, when she makes her way out in between the gap in the door and drops to the pavement. While brushing her hair out of her face, Mila catches sight of Daryl and Rick standing out in the street. The truck is gone.
“What the heck?!” She cries and gets up from the ground, fiddling with the zipper. “Where’s the truck?”
“Gone.” Rick hollers back at her.
Mila lets go of the zipper again -whatever if she shows off her undies at this point- and holds out her arms, to show that she noticed that very well on her own.
“I was gone for like, five minutes, and now you lost the truck?”
“He took it-” Rick continues.
“He who?”
“Some goddamn’ hippie.” Daryl scoffs angrily. “Crashed into Rick and then drove off with the truck, swiped the keys.”
“Wha- just like that?” Mila says, more confused than ever. What the hell happened?
“We talked to him.”
“Okay… and?”
“Told us his name- called himself Jesus.”
“Yeah I’m sure that’s his name.” Mila laughs dryly; right, Jesus Christ would surely show up in the middle of nowhere and steal a truck filled with toothpaste, food and other supplies. “Jesus don’t steal trucks.” She says. “Jesus isn’t even real! And how on earth did he overpower both of you?”
The two men in front of her transform into two ashamed puppies, that’s been caught peeing on the carpet, in the matter of seconds. Mila suspects that they weren’t overpowered but tricked; muscles and guns are no use for cunning, and she knows a lot about the latter.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Mila sighs, squats and ties her boots with an extra secure double knot. “Lets go.”
“What?” Daryl looks at her.
“We gotta follow the truck.” She replies and thanks her lucky star for not having eaten anything heavy earlier this morning. “I won’t let someone who believes himself to be Jesus just steal our truck. I went to church back in Russia when I was a child; stealing is a sin, which makes this Jesus a hypocrite. Come on.”
Mila starts to run. Had she known she would have to chase after a truck, she would have taken a pair of running shoes. They pass the vending machine after a few hundred meters, discarded in the middle of the road. Mila brakes and takes a deep breath, wiping sweat from her forehead. The sticky heat is killing her and the three of them drip with sweat. Rick’s shirt is several shades darker and Daryl looks almost freshly showered. Next to her, Rick doubles down and rests his hands on his knees, still hugging the gun.
“How far do you think he’d come?” She pants.
“Dunno.” Daryl takes a crowbar from his backpack, shatters the display case of the vending machine and starts to stuff orange sodas and some snacks into his bag. He reaches Mila a can. “Here, drink.”
She smiles, as to say ‘thank you’ and opens the can. The soda is somewhere between lukewarm and warm, but it’s better than nothing. She finishes the can quickly and wipes her mouth on the back of her arm.
“Isn’t this the soda Denise wanted?” She asks.
“Uhu.” Daryl nods. “Special request.”
He takes one of the cans, punctures a hole in its side and pours the lukewarm orange drink into his mouth. Very classy.
“Hey, whatever she wants. She saved Carl's life.” Rick replies and receives the can from Daryl. “If there's still people out here, and they're still people, we should bring 'em in.”
“Still feelin’ positive, huh?” Daryl asks his friend. “Takin’ em in? Like this guy, stealing our truck?”
“No, not this guy.”
Daryl turns and looks at her, the gaze wanders from top to bottom.
“Ya’ good to go?” The look is caring, protective. As if he was trying to say 'sorry ‘bout the bumpy ride'.
Mila nods, feels a drop of sweat run down her lip, into her mouth.
“Let’s get this over with.” She replies and collects her long, sweaty hair on the back of her head, ties it up with a hair tie. “I’ve ran marathons, remember.”
They set off again at a slightly faster pace, strengthened by the soda. Mila breathes calmly as she sprints over the concrete, counts her breaths as she used to do when she was an avid runner and used to go out for a long run for fun. The circumstances are a bit different from back then; no running shoes or comfortable running clothes in bright colors, no iPod filled with upbeat music and no fitness clock tracking her pulse and her route. The boots are actually horrible to run in, the same goes for jeans, t-shirt and denim shirt, plus a backpack and weapons.
They follow the tire tracks until they reach a crest, where Daryl signals for them to stop. Carefully they ascend the hill until they can peek over the edge. In the hill down on the other side they see the truck, standing still. It has a puncture and Mila immediately sees a long-haired man with a beard, dressed in a long coat and a beanie, which in itself is pure madness. She’s dripping with sweat and would never in her life put on a long coat or hat now.
“That’s him?” She asks faintly.
“That’s him.” Rick nods at them to follow him into the woods to the left.
They carefully make their way over the fallen leaves between the trees, without losing sight of the truck. The man walks around to the back of the car and they see their chance. They quickly get out of the woods, Rick takes the lead and throws himself forward, wraps his arms around the man from behind.
“Hold still and maybe we won’t hurt you.”
If Rick thought it would help, he was completely wrong. The man sends off an elbow into Rick’s stomach and is suddenly free again. He makes a move, kicks Rick in the guts and gets him down on the ground. It's obvious that the guy is a bit sharper than the rest of the knives in the drawer; Mila climbs out of the ditch just as the man is about to set off towards the driver’s door, but is stopped by Daryl. While the men fight with each other, Mila manages to get up on the road just as the bearded man slips out of Daryl’s arms, pushes him into the side of the truck, turns around and loses track completely at the sight of Mila, who -tired of running and still a little nauseous- has pulled out her gun and aims it at him.
“Surprise!”
The brief moment is enough for Daryl to get back on his feet. He sees his chance when the man turns and notices Mila and tackles him from behind, down into the ditch. At gunpoint, they finally have the upper hand.
“Thanks.” Daryl pants and looks at Mila.
“The power of surprise.” She shrugs and looks down at the man.
He’s about thirty, long brown hair, beard. Yes, she sees the resemblance to Jesus; every time she sat in church and counted the icons portraying him when she was little. The serious man with sloping shoulders, blue dress, beard and well-groomed hair. The difference is that the Jesus in the icons didn’t have a knitted beanie and a leather coat.
The foliage behind the man in the grass rustles. A walker then announces its presence, by a guttural hissing sound.
“Do you even have any ammo?” Jesus looks at them.
Without answering, Mila raises her gun at the walker and shoots.
“Okay.” Jesus nods, still with his hands raised in front of him. “You gonna shoot me over a truck?”
“There's a lot of food on that truck.” Rick says. “The keys - now.”
“I think you know I'm not a bad guy.”
Once again, Mila suddenly feels that unpleasant, nauseating feeling, but this time it spreads from her head down to her stomach. She turns around, hurries away a few meters, bends forward and vomits into the ditch. ‘Is she okay?’ she hears Jesus' question, while she spits and feels how she shivers all over her body; fuck, she hates to vomit. But it actually feels better.
“Ey-” She hears Daryl scoff at the poor guy. “Eyes here, dude! The keys!”
“I’m fine.” Mila hollers and waves her arm at them, still folded like a pocket knife.
“You sure?” Jesus calls back.
“Oh shut up!” She shouts. “It’s because of you I’m throwing up.”
“Sorry.”
“Just-” Mila straightens her back. She feels less nauseated, a bit weak but otherwise much better. “Give us the keys.”
For some reason, Mila can’t figure out why, Jesus throws her the keys. It might be out of pity, or the fact that her two comrades are holding him at gunpoint; she nods at him, as a way to say thanks.
While Rick ties Jesus up, Daryl hurries over to her.
“Ya’ okay?” His eyes are worried. “Ya’ sick?”
“No I’m fine.” Mila nods averted. “Probably just too much running and too little breakfast. I’m good now.” She smiles. “Just, don’t kiss me until we’re back and I’ve brushed my teeths, okay?”
He doesn’t look completely convinced, but he grunts a little, caresses her cheek and places a kiss on her forehead instead.
“There’s toothpaste in the back of the truck.” He says, before returning to Rick and Jesus.
Mila gets into the truck, sits down in the middle seat and closes her eyes; maybe she should try to find one of those toothpastes, she has a foul taste in her mouth. She looks around the cab and finds a pack of spearmint gum. As she pushes a third gum into her mouth, Daryl and Rick jump on either side of her.
“Where is Jesus?” She asks.
“On the street.”
“What? We can’t just leave him?”
“Of course we can.” Rick replies, turns the key and starts the car.
“So long, you prick.” Daryl shouts out of the window as they drive off.
Mila chuckles dryish; She has an underlying sense that something is going to happen. Karma. She takes out the case of cd’s from her backpack, picks the “best of sixties” album and pushes the cd into the stereo. The sound of Connie Francis “Tennessee waltz” crackles out of the speakers and Daryl hands out snacks from the vending machine.
“Still worked out. Today still is the day.” Rick recalls while snacking on a chocolate-peanut bar. He then points in front of him. “Hey, look at that.”
The truck drives out of the forest, and Mila sees both fields and buildings.
“Yeah, a barn.“ Daryl says.
As Rick turns off in the direction of the barn, something makes them all fall silent and listen; thumps, like something hitting the truck box, is heard even over the loud music.
“What’s that?” Mila exclaims. “You hear that?”
It’s inevitable what the noise is; footsteps.
“I think that son of a bitch is on the roof.” Daryl says.
All three of them react at the same time; Rick stands on the brake pedal, the car stops with a howl and Jesus falls down in front of the windshield and tumbles to the ground. Daryl, swearing loudly, throws himself out of the car to follow him and Mila follows Daryl. She has no idea why, but her gut feeling tells her that Daryl won’t be gentle on him. It also tells her that Jesus probably isn’t dangerous at all, which isn’t in his favor if Daryl, who’s all muscles and pretty bad impulse control, gets a hold of him.
“Daryl-” She calls. “No- Stop!”
“I’ve had enough of ya’!” Daryl shouts at Jesus, not hearing Mila.
This must look ever so stupid, Mila thinks as she sprints after Daryl and the hippy-dippy guy into the dry green field; like one of those silent films, except that the soundtrack in this case happens to be Helen Shapiro’s “Walking back to happiness” playing from the car. Mila running after Daryl, running after this odd long-haired man who seems to believe he’s Jesus. Why in the world would he otherwise call himself that?
”No- no, stop it!” Mila shouts, as if she was scolding at a bad dog.
She stumbles and falls flat on her stomach, while Jesus reaches the now stationary truck and throws himself into the driver’s seat. Daryl follows.
“Come here, you little shit!” He barks and starts to drag Jesus out of the car.
At the same time a walker has snuck up behind Daryl. Mila gets up on her knees, gropes for her gun, but before she has managed to raise it to shoot, she hears Jesus call out ‘duck’; Daryl ducks just in time. A gun finds its way into the walker's skull and it falls back like a bowling pin.
“Thanks.” Daryl pants, then sends off a punch into Jesus face. “That's my gun! Come here!”
He throws Jesus out of the truck, onto the grass. He doesn’t remain there for long; instead, he lays hooks for Daryl, who stumbles, giving Jesus time to get up on his feet and set off again.
“Son of a-” Daryl roars and runs after.
“Fuck- knock it out!” Mila shouts and increases her speed, minimizing the distance between herself and her, frankly pissed off, other half. Before Daryl’s able to take another leap in his hunt for the handcuffed, longhaired karate kid, she tackles him to the ground with a thud. ”Stop this!” Mila climbs up on top of him, to prevent Daryl from getting up from the grass. ”This is stupid!”
”Christ- knock it out ya’!”
Crap, she doesn’t have time to argue. Mila climbs over Daryl and sets after Jesus, who has slowed down to watch the wrestling match played out in the grass behind him. A surprised expression spreads on his bearded face as he sees her approaching, faster than he imagined. Jesus turns and starts to run again, but he doesn’t get up to speed fast enough. Mila lunges for him and they tumbles to the ground in a bundle of arms and legs, and she starts to wrestle him. He doesn’t fight her, but he tries with all his power to get loose from her grip. Mila gets a sharp elbow in the eye and a cracked lip before hobo-Jesus is ripped away from her by Daryl, who looks like he’s boiling.
“Ey, that’s ma’ girl, ya’ scumbag!”
“Wohaa, jeez.” The long haired, ravaged man, flies like a raggedy Anne-doll through the air.
Mila gets up from the ground, covered in dry grass and wipes blood from her mouth on the back of her hand. Her eye pounds and already feel swollen, a certain recipe for an upcoming, gorgeous black eye. Daryl pants loudly through his nostrils while holding on to the ravaged man’s coat, the poor guy can barely stand up straight.
“I had him.” Mila glares at Daryl and spits blood on the ground in front of her feet.
“I’d had him if ya’ didn’t tackle me.” Daryl scoffs back, still holding on to Jesus' collar.
“You’d kill that poor man if you’d catched him.” Mila replies, pointing at Jesus. “You’re not exactly sensible when you’re angry.”
“Oh yeah right, you’re the one to talk!” Daryl scoffs back. “What about that guy’s kneecaps-”
“I had every right-” Mila cries. “He sliced my guts with a fucking machete!”
”You two are related of some sort?” Jesus doubtfully breaks in.
”Married!”
“What?” Daryl sputters, looking both terrified and shocked at her sudden, out of the blue exclamation.
“Feels like it!” Mila replies and spits more blood; they’re arguing like they were married at least. “Pridurok...” She mutters, eyes locked at Daryl.
”Oh-” Jesus pants and looks just as confused as Daryl does, plus a bit tufted. “Right-”
“Shut up.”
Pow! Jesus falls to the ground. Mila rolls her eyes; why does he have to punch everyone? She snorts and turns, stepping through the tall grass in the direction of the car. Damn hypocrisy, she thinks to herself. She passes Rick, who walks in the opposite direction out in the tall grassy field, holding his bloody knife, but ignores him. She’s frankly grumpy and her eye hurts. But she halts when she doesn’t spot the truck.
“Where the fuck is the truck!?”
She looks around. It’s nowhere to be seen. As she lets her gaze sweep over the field she catches sight of something behind some trees, in the small pond.
“Shit.” Rick comes up at her side, eyes locked at the truck that’s sinking further down the pond. “He must’ve knocked it into neutral.”
“Now what?”
They both turn and start walking back towards Daryl and the man in the grass.
“Are you alright?” Rick looks at Daryl. “Let's go check them cars, get the hell out of here.”
“What about the guy?” Mila points at Jesus.
“What about him?” Daryl asks.
“Well, he was actually nice, saved you.” She replies.
“Hm.”
“Did he ever pull a weapon on you?” Rick asks.
“Fine.” Daryl sputters. “Fuck- fine. Let’s put him up a tree.”
“No. He’ll come back with us.” Mila corrects, giving Daryl a sharp gaze. “Enough of that grumpy attitude.” She nods at Jesus. “Come on, let’s find a car. Drag him with you.”
They find a working car about fifteen minutes later. Daryl throws Jesus into the backseat. Mila takes the wheel, Daryl calls shotgun and Rick takes place next to Jesus, who’s still knocked out and they start driving back to Alexandria.
“He took a pretty hard hit.” Rick says and meets Mila’s gaze in the mirror, then looks at Jesus. “Denise needs to look him over.”
“Try to wake him.” Mila suggests. “See if he’s got permanent brain damages.”
Rick shakes the man, who grunts and starts moving. He blinks and jumps.
“You’re alive.” Rick says. “Good.”
“Yeah-” Jesus grunts again. “Why am I in a car? I heard something about a tree.”
“It was a joke.” Mila says, meeting his drowsy eyes in the mirror.
“It wasn’t.” Daryl looks at her.
“You wouldn’t have gone through with it.” Mila gives him a sharp gaze. “You wouldn’t have left him.”
“I would’ve-” Daryl nods upwards. “Right up in a tree.”
“He’s a comedian.” Mila says, once again looking at Jesus in the mirror, not taking notice of Daryl’s irritated expression. “Or at least tries to be.”
”Where have you been all my life?” Jesus chuckles and looks at her in the mirror and sends off a radiant smile that tells Mila that he’s using mouthwash on a daily basis.
”Ey- knock it out!” Daryl reaches back and slaps the man on his tied up hands.
Mila lets out a faint laugh. Huh, look at that; a jealous Daryl Dixon. Jeez Louise, there’s nothing to worry about, Mila thinks to herself, but Daryl’s poor self-confidence doesn’t make it easy for him. She pats her jealous, southern knight on the back of the hand.
”He looks like a hippy dippy orthodox priest.” Mila gives the surly, blushing archer a soft gaze. “Calm down, Dixon.” She turns to the rear view mirror and the hippy dippy man in the backseat. If papa was here, he wouldn’t have let him inside the car. Not in a million years. “No offense, but you do.” She says to Jesus.
”None taken.” He nods at her with a curious gaze. “What’s up with the accent?”
”Up and running, thanks for noticing.”
While steering the car with her knees, Mila once again takes out the case of cd’s, now missing the one with sixties-music, takes out a random cd and puts it in the stereo. She adjusts the volume-wheel on the radio and increases the sound of “The Chain” and starts to tap the wheel while singing along.
“You’re a really good singer.” The man in the back calls after a while.
“Thanks.” Mila replies backwards. “I’m a dental nurse.”
“Did you sing to the patients?”
“To the kids, sometimes. Some terrified men before they, you know-” She closes her eyes and pretends to snore. “Put them down.”
“I’m sure that’s not what it’s called.” Rick replies.
“I made them sleep.” Mila shrugs her shoulders. “Right?”
“Not what it sounded like.” Daryl says and meets her eyes, with a slightly amused expression on his stern face.
“Anyway I think it sounded beautiful.” Jesus says.
”I like this guy!” Mila looks at him and Rick with an excited smile upon her face, nodding her head to the beat of the music. ”Can we keep him?”
“He ain’t a dog.”
“But he’s quite fun!”
”You see.” Jesus says triumphantly. “She likes me.”
That’s it for Daryl. He turns and once again starts to try and hit the guy. Mila hits the brakes and the car stops with such force that Jesus is thrown into the headrest of the passenger seat, and dozes off.
“Knock it off!” Mila roars. “Or I won’t drive an inch further.”
The angry mom-voice isn’t only effective on children, it works really well on adult men as well. Daryl mutters and returns to his seat. Mila steps on the gas pedal again and continues to drive. Outside, it eventually starts to get dark. The sky is clear and the stars look brighter than ever. When she brakes at the gate to Alexandria, it’s pitch black. Daryl gets out, opens the gate and she drives into the community; a sensation of calm spreads throughout her body. That’s when she remembers.
“Shit.”
“What?” Rick asks.
“Forgot to get marshmallows.”
When the gate’s closed and locked, Daryl gets into the car again and Mila drives up to the infirmary, parks and the engine dies. The three of them get out of the car and stretch. What a fucking day, Mila thinks to herself, while watching Rick and Daryl dragging the still unconscious Jesus out of the backseat. They carry him up the stairs to the infirmary, knock on the door and wait. Denise opens in a few seconds.
“Sorry to wake you up.” Rick excuses himself before Denise can say something.
From her spot at the car, Mila notices Denise’s confused expression as she notices the lifeless man.
“Who is this?!”
“Come on, man, he's heavy.” Daryl says to Rick. “Oh, that thing-” He looks at Denise. “Uh, didn't work out. It's this asshole's fault. Sorry.”
While they bring Jesus inside, Mila leans up against the hot hood and looks at the stars. Juri has probably been asleep for a while now. She doesn’t know what time it is, but it’s late. Rick and Daryl walk out of the infirmary just as she catches sight of the pole star.
“He’s taken care of.” Daryl says as he walks up to her. He examines her in detail in the faint glow of the infirmary. “Let’s patch ya’ up.”
Mila doesn’t struggle. She’s tired and hungry. They go back into the infirmary and she sits down on one of the beds with clean, white sheets and exhales. There’s a mirror in the corner of the room. When Mila sees her reflection, she sighs even deeper; she has a pretty neat blackeye and a cracked lip. Daryl sits down on the stool in front of her.
“A hell of a blackeye-” He squints at the look of her pulsating, sore eye. “Ya’ really took a few punches.” He takes the bottle with alcohol and a wipe and pours some onto it. “Like Rocky Balboa.”
“Yeah, but I won.” Mila replies.
“Just like Rocky.” Daryl replies. “Still though- hell of a fight.”
“Better me than you I guess.” Mila swears as Daryl, as gently as he can, wipes her cracked lip with the drenched wipe. “You’d kill him.”
Mila nods over Daryl’s shoulder, towards the knocked out man lying on the narrow hospital bed, handcuffed to the bed frame. Daryl turns, looks at Jesus, then scoffs.
“I’ll kill him if he ever puts his hands on ya’ again.” Daryl mutters and throws the wipe over the room, into the trash bin.
“Don’t have to, I’ll do it myself.” Mila smiles, but grimaces; it hurts to smile.
“I know.” Daryl replies. “Sorry ‘bout earlier. For yellin’ at ya’.”
“You gotta work on that temper.” Mila states. “It ain’t good for the blood pressure.”
With a grunt, as much of an answer as anything, Daryl puts his hand at the back of her head, brings it to his lips and kisses her on the forehead.
“Ain’t gonna need to stitch ya’ up.” He says. “Come on, let’s get ya’ to bed, Rocky.”
“Yes, Adrien.” Mila grins wryly. “What about Jesus Christ Superstar?” She nods towards the other bed.
“Yeah we’ll deal with him later.”
“You gonna tuck me in first?” Mila asks. “I’d love that, but honestly, I need a quick shower before bed. I think I might have caught every possible STD there is from that disgusting toilet at the gas station.”
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Hot Encounters
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader
Prompt: Y/N and some of the others try to cool down on a particularly hot summer day - until someone ruins it
Request: Hello again ^O^ Can I request Daryl fluff where the reader says I'm so in love with you now shut up and kiss me? ( 35 and 34 prompt) maybe have Daryl be a bit pissy and jealous and the reader thinking hes adorable and says the prompts?
Word Count: 1777
Warnings: Confrontation, slightly jealous/protective Daryl, tiny bit of suggestiveness - sfw
A/N: Hey babe! Sorry this took so long to get to, I’m the worst! I really liked writing this, I hope you enjoy it!
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It had to be nearing a hundred degrees out today. The sun was beaming down relentlessly, not a cloud in the sky - making it the hottest day of the summer yet. You were busy most of the day, and just your luck it was all outdoor work. Everyone was dripping in sweat as you worked in the crops and on building up weak spots in the fences. Your hair was matted down to your face by the time that you finished. Rick decided to call it a day, seeing as it was unbearably hot and sunny. One of the woman from Alexandria mentioned that she was planning on swimming in the pond at the center of the community, which sounded like an amazing idea to you.
“Do you guys have any bathing suits or anything?” You question as you follow her alongside Tara and Maggie.
“Of course!” She exclaims, acting as though it is absurd of you to assume that they did not. You exchange a look with your friends, catching Tara’s smirk and Maggie’s eye roll, but remaining silent as you continue to follow the woman.
Apparently the community had some sort of “clothing bank,” where they kept any clothes that someone may want. There were dresses, shorts, bathing suits, socks, all kinds of miscellaneous stuff. Eventually you found a bathing suit in your size, a plain black bikini. The four of you changed and headed out to the pond with your clothes and towels. It felt very odd to be walking around in so minimal clothes - you hadn’t worn a bathing suit in so long now. You felt a little self conscious being so exposed, not missing the bewildered look Rick shot you guys when you passed him at the house.
You chuckled bashfully as he shook his head at you guys and headed inside the house.
You wished that Daryl would join you in the pond, but you knew that all the begging in the world would not get that man in there. You carefully dipped your feet down into the water, the mud squishing under your toes as you inch into the pond. The water was not as cold as you were expecting, but it was still very refreshing. The woman, Maria, dove into the water, splashing all of you in the process. “Oh my gosh!” Tara exclaims, jumping up and down in the water as she wiped her wet face off. You and Maggie laugh as she dramatically rubs her arms.
“It’s not that cold!” You taunt your friend with a smile.
“Oh really?” She counters, stalking toward you with an evil grin.
“No!” You shout, attempting to run away from her in the waist-high water. The four of you ended up in a splashing war, laughing hysterically and drawing the attention of the other residents. Eventually, Spencer Glenn and Carl joined in, stripping their shirts away instead of changing into suits. You were oblivious to some of the residents sitting out on their porches or stopping as they walked by to watch you guys.
After a while of splashing and dunking, Spencer suggested playing chicken. You were a little apprehensive at first but ended up agreeing. It was supposed to be Maggie and Glenn versus you and Spencer, with Tara, Maria and Carl sitting it out off to the side. You couldn’t deny that Spencer was a good looking young man, and his body certainly was nice - but you weren’t entirely comfortable climbing onto his shoulders. You worried what Daryl would think if he saw you in the compromising position, making you hesitant to play the game with him. You wouldn’t mind if Tara was your partner but Spencer was insistent - which made you even more uncomfortable.
“Oh come on Y/N,” He insists once again. Maggie exchanges a look with you, sensing your discomfort.
“It’s fine, we don’t have to play.” Maggie starts.
“What? You think I’m gonna bite?” Spencer asks, seemingly offended.
“It’s not that, it’s because I’m with Daryl.” You explain, hoping he will back off and understand. Instead, he rolls his eyes and catches an attitude.
“So? He won’t let you play a game?” He remarks. You raise a brow at him, not pleased with his tone. Glenn moves forward in the water closer to your side to face Spencer until he is interrupted.
“Hey!” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. “She said she don’t wanna.” Daryl growls, approaching you guys at the pond. He is wearing his vest and a black button down with the sleeves cut off, his hair greasy and body sweaty. Despite looking disheveled, he looks incredible sexy as he approaches you. You move to step out of the water and he reaches his hand down to help you out, which you graciously accept. You step up the slight hill, his large hand helping you up easily as his other holds your exposed back. You face him as you stand beside him, the humid air already heating your body back up.
“Chill out. It’s not that serious.” Spencer says. You don’t miss how he is clenching his jaw and tensing his muscles. You wonder whether he is flexing to try to look intimidating or if he’s just tense. Daryl moves to take a step forward but you react quick, grabbing hold of his bicep and shaking your head at him.
“Seriously, man? And you wonder why she didn’t wanna?” Glenn comments, shooting Spencer a look as he leads Maggie and Carl out of the pond.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted.” Maria mumbles as she exits as well. Spencer looks pissed off and you decide to get out of here before Daryl gets too angry. You give his large bicep a tug before leaning down to grab your clothes and the towel.
Daryl shoots Spencer one last glare before placing his hand on your lower back, leading you over toward the house. He takes the towel from your arm and wraps it over your shoulders, covering up your body as you walk. You smirk up at him and he only rolls his eyes, remaining silent. “I don’t trust that prick.” He mutters hoarsely as he steps up the porch, grabbing the door and waiting for you to walk inside.
You only smile as you walk ahead of him into the kitchen, tossing the towel over a stool before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of tap-water. You turn around and lean against the cool counter, eyeing Daryl as he stands there, shifting his weight and chewing on his bottom lip. You take notice of his eyes on you, nearly hidden behind his long hair. A smirk breaks out on your face as you set the water down, motioning him to come over with your finger. He stares at you for a moment before striding over to you, stopping a step away. You take his hand and pull him in so that he is standing directly in front of you.
You wrap your arms around his torso and look up at him with a smile. “I’m in love with you. Not him.” You say, looking up into his blue eyes, your arms holding him close. He stares at you for a long moment, a smile toying at his lips that he tries to fight back before dropping his eyes from the tension building. He does not touch you but does not pull away from your arms either.
Despite your time together, he would still hesitate in intimate moments like these. You remove your arms and grab onto his, wrapping them around your bare waist before placing your arms back around him, leaning your head into his warm chest. He leans his chin against your head and moves his hands to hold your waist more securely, hugging you back.
“He just wants to get into your pants. Ain’t no reason he needa be touchin ya.” He mutters in your hair. You roll your eyes and let out a laugh before leaning back to look up at him again.
“You’re the only one with that privilege, hun.” You respond, grinning when you see his gaze drop again and cheeks turn slightly pink. Daryl raises one hand to brush your wet hair out of your face, relaxing in your arms as you lean into his touch.
“Damn right,” He mutters after a moment, shocking you when he suddenly lifts you up by your bare thighs and places you on the counter-top, bringing you eye to eye with the archer. You grin and let out a giggle, taken aback by his burst of confidence. Daryl smiles lightly, a sigh for sore eyes, and you recognize the content on his face - goosebumps raising over your skin as he holds one large hand over your exposed hip. You lazily toss your arms over his wide shoulders and lean in slightly, a shy grin toying with your lips as you tempt him.
“You’re cute when you’re possessive,” you whisper, your face inches from his own. His blue orbs drop to your lips before looking back into your own eyes. He shrugs his shoulders before taking a small step forward, his body heat radiating off onto you. “Now, please shut up and kiss me.” You mutter with a playful grin, leaning in close enough that your lips are nearly touching, but not quite. You feel Daryl’s hot breath on your own lips, your heart racing in your chest as you look up into his eyes. You spot his lips curve back up into a content sideways smirk before he closes the gap between the two of you, finally pressing his warm lips against your own.
His lips are soft, unlike the rest of him, and move slowly against your own. You lean into his touch, melting into the slow, sweet kiss, his beard lightly scratching at your face - but you enjoy the combination of feelings. Your fingers tangle into his messy mop of hair affectionately, emitting a low groan from his lips that your own mouth captures. His fingers leave a trail of goosebumps as they climb up your bare hips to your waist, holding you close as he stands between your legs.
Daryl pulls away before things can get too heavy, resting his forehead on yours. “Yer gonna be the death of me, woman.” He mutters, making you giggle as he moves away enough for you to look up at his flustered face, brushing his hair out of his eyes. The way he looks into your eyes and leans into your hand is enough for you to know exactly how he is feeling. You know how much Daryl loves you...
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On the ice- Calum Hood x reader
Summary: you are a figure skater and happen to run into calum one morning at a coffee shop...literally.
An: this is my first imagine here on tumblr! So anytime you guys want to please leave requests in my ask box and I’ll do them! I already have a Michael x reader lined up after this:) -Tara
(Ps: I’m posting this at 4am on a school night...go me)
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You have known Calum for a couple months after meeting him at a small coffee shop one morning while you were running late to practice. Your dream is to go to the olympics one day and you were very set on that goal so being late to practice was not an option but of course with your luck you would spill your hot coffee down the front of a young mans shirt while quickly walking out of the shop.
"Oh my god I am so so sorry let me help you." You said frantically trying to wipe the coffee from the young mans shirt.
"Hey calm down it's alright, no worries" the man said and gripped your hand and gave a large grin. You looked up and blushed at how you could be a figure skater yet so clumsy. He was very attractive and that just made it 10x worse not only that but you were staring at him.
"Again I'm really sorry but I have to get going!" You said realizing that you were still running late.
"Wait!" He called after you. "I see you're a figure skater! That's really cool maybe you can show me some of your routines sometime?" He stood a couple feet away from me as I looked down at the skating attire I was in blushing a deep red.
"Oh yeah of course! My names y/n." You gushed not knowing what else to say.
"My name is Calum. Um could I maybe get your number? Wouldn't want to miss seeing a pretty face again." He smirked as he got more confidence.
"Oh yeah sure!" You took the phone he was handing to you and created a contact for yourself. Hearing him call you pretty made year heart almost explode and you were having a very hard time not showing it.
"Text ya later then y/n." Calum winked and walked back to his car. You couldn't help but stare at his fit body and they way his shoulders moved as he walked.
Your thoughts were soon cut off with the sound of your phone getting a call.
Your trainers caller ID showed on the screen and you knew you were in for it when you got to practice.
When you got to practice all you heard was your trainers yells through out the rink.
"Y/n! You can't be late to practice if you want to make it to the olympics! It's as simple as that!"
"I'm sorry coach I'll practice extra this week I promise!" I stood looking at the ice below my skates.
"Sorry y/n I just want you to achieve your goal."
"It's okay I understand. Thank you for caring so much." You smiled at him and continued your routine.
You were elite already but You still had little ways to go till the olympics.
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Once my coach left for the night You decided to stay because You wanted to perfect your routine. Before You started You looked at my phone to make sure You didn't have any missed calls from anyone. You didn't. But You did have one test from Calum.
Calum: hey I don't know if you're free right now but would you like to show me some of you moves ;)?
God why did he have to be such a flirt?
Y/n: yeah! I'm free I'm actually at the rink right now if you'd like to come. Here's the address (address here)!
Calum: okay thanks! On my way.
His words made your heart flutter. But then you were nervous. You really want to impress Calum he is the first guy You have had any sort of attraction to in a while and You don't want to mess this up.
You decided to just skate around waiting for Calum so you weren't to tired to show him what You have been working on.
He's actually the first person to ever show interest in your skating. All your past friends have thought of it as weird and a waste of time and so have your parents. They would have rather You go to college but in all honesty You would rather make money doing something You love rather than something You hate.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the rink door opening and echoing through the building.
You stopped skating and looked towards the sound to see Calum.
He gave you a warm smile and put his hands under his arms for warmth.
You giggled and skated towards the rink entrance.
"Hey!" You smiled.
"Hey gosh how are you not cold in that thing?" He said mentioning towards your skating attire.
"Haha it gets kind of warm when your moving around so much I guess." An awkward silence filled the air around us until he spoke up.
"Can I see the routine?" You giggle and the heat rose to your face. "What do you skate for anyways. For fun?" He added.
"Oh well it is for fun but it's also my job. I'm a step away from going to the olympics."
His eyes got wide and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. This made you laugh and hold onto your stomach while trying not to double over from laughter.
"You're kidding right?" He smiled in amazement.
"Nope I'm 100% serious" You skated backwards a bit proud of yourself.
"Well now you have to show me!" He said walking carefully on the ice towards you slipping a few times.
"I will! Please sit down!" He pretended to slip again to scare you but ultimately went and sat down in one of the side boxes in the rink with benches.
He then sat down and then gestured to you as he was waiting. But even he himself couldn't tile himself seriously so you both ended up laughing again.
"Okay okay I'll show you now." You said still laughing a bit.
You stepped off the ice into the sound booth turning on the piano music you have set your routine to and then stepped back onto the ice. You really needed to impress him. You really liked him.
You took a deep breathe remembering the key you start on. A big part of figure skating is that you have to show emotion so you kept a smile on your face which wasn't hard, this is your passion.
You started off by skating backwards and then leapt into the air and landed with your leg lifted behind you. You started doing figure eights and doing poses with your arms while doing so still keeping the smile on your face.
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Your routine was almost over but this is where the piano music sped up into a faster tempo so you started spinning on one skate and you moved your leg to be in front of you and as the piano slowed you slowed and laid down in a pose on the ice.
There where a couple moments of silence before you heard loud claps.
You looked up with a couple tears in your eyes as you finally felt appreciated for what you do and not put down for what you do.
"Oh thank you." You said shyly as you slated over to the skating box Calum was in.
He immediately grabbed your arms and pulled you inside the box into a hug. You smiled at his scent and hugged back the smile never leaving your face.
"That was amazing y/n! You were so graceful and you're so good at what you do I could watch you figure skate all day!" He practically yelled.
"Oh well thanks again. I'm glad at least one person I know appreciates it." You mumbled but he still heard.
"What do you mean?" He said with concern.
"Well my past friends and my parents have never believed in my figure skating dream. They don't come to any of my shows or competitions. So every time I do have one no one is routing for me. No one is there to support me and sometimes it's really hard. Then you came in here and it's just nice to have someone appreciate my passion." You said as a tear slipped from your eye. He kissed your cheek to get rid of the tear and smiled.
"When is this competition you've been practicing hard for?"
"Next week. I'm really nervous for it. It decides if I go on to the olympics or not." You said.
"Well don't be nervous I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it for the world." He smirked at your face as you blushed a deep red.
"Thank you so much Calum! You have no idea how much this means to me!" You shrieked and have him a bear hug just for him to pull back and look into your eyes.
Your eyes went wide when you realized he was leaning it but your body urged you to lean in as well so you did.
Your heart melted at the touch of his lips against yours and you smiled into the kiss. You pulled away and he rested his head on your forehead. He brought his hands up to cup your face and he continued to look into your eyes for a few seconds.
" you know you look really beautiful in your skating dress?" He said with a small content smile.
You giggled in response not being able to think of words but he found it adorable.
"How about Tomorrow we go on a official first date?" He now had his hands on your waist and smiled at you with hope in his eyes.
"Calum I would love to but I have practice from 8am to 8pm I don't think you want to be out that late?"
"Who said? I'll even come to your practice tomorrow and watch princess. You aren't getting out of this one. You're to pretty for me to let go." He chuckles which made you laugh and playfully slap his arm.
"Hey! Stop flirting with me!" You laughed at his fake hurt expression.
"Well you seem to like it sunshine. Your face says it all" he said as you were still blushing as you probably were the whole time.
"Fine you got me there"
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Your date with Calum the next day went amazing and you even planed a second date.
You were already falling for this man and you barely knew him for two days.
But I mean who wouldn't fall for Calum hood?
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We Fell in Love in October, chapter 18 - October 18th: Kiss Cam
For @gaelic-symphony, my beta reader, and @bacchicly @dungeons-are-too-cold @snailsandpuppy-dogtails @jacquiebethelina44 @penelopeminded @okimargarvez @mydreampenelope and every other Garvez fan because this is THE Garvez chapter
Summary: The Gang goes to a hockey game
Chapter word count: 916
Total word count: 17,060
Can also be read here on Ao3
That Friday, Derek had tickets for them to all go to a hockey game. They weren't all massive fans of the sport, but they enjoyed it well enough, plus, they enjoyed spending time together the ten of them.
The game was set to start in half an hour, so first: snacks.
"Damn you, Luke Alvez," Penelope said teasingly. "You got the last soft pretzel."
"Uh, yeah, for you," he replied, holding it out for her.
Penelope was taken aback. "W-what?"
"Yeah, I don't like soft pretzels, and I know they're your favorite, so I thought I'd get it for you. Besides, I got popcorn for myself."
"I could have bought the pretzel myself," she pointed it out.
"True, but maybe I wanted to treat you. Besides, I know you'd much rather spend your money on the Starbucks downstairs to get one of your fancy hot chocolates."
Her eyes went wide. "There's a Starbucks downstairs?"
"Yeah." He extended an arm to her. "Want me to show you the way?"
She looped her arm through his. "Please." She looked back at their friends. "We'll be right back."
JJ looked like she was going to explode. "If those two don't get their heads out of their asses soon I am going to shove their faces together and make them kiss."
Will rubbed comforting circles on his girlfriend's back. "Breathe, darlin', breathe. It'll happen."
"It fucking better."
"I'm with you, Jayje," Kristy told her. "They're driving me batshit crazy."
By the time they all made their way to their seats, they found Luke and Penelope were already there and seated next to each other, deep in conversation about something and seemingly oblivious to their approaching friends. "Ten empty seats and they sat together," Matt said. "And they expect us to believe they aren't stupid for each other."
"How much do you want to bet they'll say they only did it because they 'didn't want to block anyone else from getting in?'" Derek asked.
"I believe it," Spencer whispered back.
Tara looked at Emily. "They have to be close to getting together, right?"
"I fucking hope so."
No one had any idea how close they were indeed.
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Partway through the game, the Kiss Cam came on. They'd all forgotten about that. Derek pulled Spencer close to him and kissed him.
"The camera wasn't even on us!" Spencer exclaimed.
"I know," Derek replied smugly.
Then the camera landed on Luke and Penelope. She went bright red as their friends started cheering for them, and Luke began stammering. "You don't have to kiss me, I understand, it's totally cool if–"
"Oh my god, Newbie, just shut up." Then she grabbed his face and kissed him, full on the mouth. Luke placed his hand on hers that was resting on his face and absolutely melted. When she pulled away, he had the most dazed and love-struck expression on his face any of them had ever seen. They all knew it wouldn't–couldn't–be too much longer before they were finally a couple.
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After the game was over, Emily was walking past a supposedly empty hall when she heard Luke's voice. "Hey, I hope you didn't feel pressured or anything back there. You really didn't need to kiss me if you didn't want to." Emily knew she shouldn't, but she ducked behind a wall so she could listen in on their conversation.
"Oh, I know," she replied.
Luke's smirk was obvious in his voice. "So… you're saying you wanted to kiss me?"
Emily knew Penelope well enough to know her face would be bright red at that exact moment. "No…"
"Mhmm."
"Seriously, get over yourself," Penelope replied playfully, hoping to squash any remaining awkwardness. "That kiss was nothing."
"Well… if that's really how you feel, then fine, but it didn't feel like nothing to me. And for what's worth… I liked it. And I really like you."
Penelope stammered in shock. "You do?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Oh. I, um, I really like you too."
"So… could I maybe take you out to dinner sometime?"
"Um, yeah. You may."
"And… could I potentially kiss you again? For real, this time?"
Emily didn't hear a response, so she poked her head out of her hiding place and saw Penelope and Luke engaged in a sweet embrace. She snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat with the caption, It finally fucking happened!!!
Tara: HELL yes
Derek: In the Wise Words of Lizzo, it's about damn time!
JJ: Heads have been successfully removed from asses, I repeat, heads have been successfully removed from asses!
Emily watched as Penelope and Luke pulled away from each other, confused by the buzzing in their pockets.
Emily: Shit. Their phones were on vibrate. Gotta run.
Tara: Lol nice knowing you, babe 😂
Emily took off running and seconds later she could hear two distinct sets of footsteps following her.
"Emily Prentiss!" Penelope shrieked.
"I'm sorry!" Emily called back.
"No you're not!" Luke shouted up at her. He was correct. She was not sorry in the slightest.
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Later that night, after about half an hour of squealing into her pillow, Penelope texted Luke.
Penelope: So… you wanted to take me to dinner?
Luke: I know I said dinner, but how about lunch? Tomorrow, maybe? If you don't have any plans.
Penelope: Sounds perfect. Can't wait ☺️
Luke: Me neither ❤️
That night, in different parts of the city, two teenagers fell asleep with the most giddy of lovesick grins plastered to their faces.
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