#I don’t talk about it much on here but I’m obsessed with that dog

[izzih22]

THEM GETTING A PUPPY TOGETHER

Always Ours

Note: dude I was literally writing this today and then you requested that. Worked out kind perfect ngl so I hope you like it. Also I didn’t know what to name the dog so hope it’s alright.

It had been seven years of “one day.”

One day when the season slows down.

One day when we’re not living in separate states.

One day when we’re not trying to survive finals, March madness, and figuring out how to be adults.

But “one day” had always ended the same way: Paige holding Azzi in bed, whispering into her neck, “I just don’t want to be an absent parent.”

Azzi never pushed. She never made Paige feel guilty for caring too much. Because that was the whole thing with Paige. She never did anything halfway. If they were gonna raise a dog together, Paige was gonna do it right.

And now?

Azzi stood in the living room of their Dallas apartment. Technically Paige’s, but Paige always called it “ours”. Azzi stood watching her girlfriend crouched on the floor, a squeaky toy in one hand, the other getting ambushed by a golden blur of fur and floppy ears.

Their goldendoodle.

Their dog.

Maple.

Maple who had been with them for exactly five hours and had already claimed Paige’s hoodie, Azzi’s sock, and both of their hearts.

“You are so dramatic,” Azzi said from the couch, but her voice was watery and her chin wobbled.

Paige looked up, eyes wide and so obviously proud of herself. “What? She loves me.”

“You bribed her with four treats.”

“Okay but she came back after,” Paige pointed out, lifting Maple into her lap. The dog immediately flopped, tongue out, tail wagging like her entire life was finally in order. “She’s obsessed with me.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, laughing through a tear. “She’s obsessed with both of us.”

Paige grinned. “Yeah. Because she has excellent taste.”

Azzi got up and padded over in her socks, tugging Paige’s hoodie sleeves down past her wrists like she always did. “I can’t believe this is real,” she said softly, kneeling beside them. “We’ve been talking about this since high school.”

Paige’s voice dropped. “I know. I kept saying ‘not yet.’”

“And now?”

Paige looked at her. Really looked at her.

“You’re here. I’m here. And she’s here. So… yeah. I think we’re doing it.”

Azzi stared at her. At the soft curve of Paige’s smile, the little curls sticking to her forehead from how much she’d been rolling on the floor, the way she held Maple like she was cradling something precious.

She remembered being seventeen and watching Paige spin a basketball on her finger in the Team USA dorms, laughing too loudly and showing off. Back then, Azzi had dreamed of being her teammate. Then her friend. Then—somewhere along the way—her person.

And now, years later, she was watching that same girl older, stronger, still a little cocky… kiss their dog on the head and whisper, “You’re gonna be so spoiled, aren’t you?”

Azzi’s breath caught.

“Az?” Paige asked, straightening up.

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Just blinked hard and reached out, running her fingers through Maple’s fur, then resting her hand over Paige’s.

“We’re really doing it,” she whispered. “We’re actually building the life we used to talk about.”

Paige leaned in, all teasing gone. “You okay?”

Azzi nodded, smiling even as the tears fell. “I’m just really happy.”

Paige kissed her. Soft and warm, like the best kind of promise.

“I’m gonna be annoying about this forever,” Paige warned after a second, pulling back just enough to smirk. “Like, anytime she snuggles me first? You’re never hearing the end of it.”

Azzi sniffled. “You already don’t shut up.”

“And you love it.”

Azzi didn’t deny it.

Because she did. Every part of her did. The smart-ass jokes. The stubbornness. The heart Paige tried to hide but never could, not from her.

Especially not now.

“I love you,” Azzi murmured, leaning into her shoulder.

Paige wrapped an arm around her, eyes flicking down to Maple, who had fallen asleep in a little gold-and-cream ball between them.

“I love you both,” Paige said, then nudged Azzi. “But I definitely love you more.”

“Better.”

Paige rested her chin on top of Azzi’s head. “Welcome home.”

Azzi’s heart nearly burst.

They had their girl.

They had each other.

And they were doing it—together, finally.

No more “one day.”

Just every day, from here on out.

[toothlesshat]

If I changed my annual themes from Kermit to Pochacco would you all still love me

[imfromsixam]

Besties: Me and my Cat (CC Pack for The Sims 4)

Introducing "Besties (Part 2): Me and My Cat" CC Pack!

I'm super excited to bring you the second part of the Besties series, now focusing on our beloved feline friends! In the first part, I shared with you guys a collection all about the beautiful bond between dogs and babies. For this second part, I thought I’d switch things up a bit. Instead of focusing on cats and babies, I wanted to highlight something just as heartwarming—the special relationship between cats and adults. Yes, you guessed it, I’m talking about the delightful world of cat ladies (and gents)!

This pack has loads of goodies for your Sim’s cats. There are two new versions of the cat tree: one with a cozy little house and another that looks like a cool cat gym on the wall. Your cats will love the new bed, scratchers, and another bed shaped like a tiny house. Of course, I’ve got the essentials like a litter box and food, but let’s be real—we all know the ultimate cat item is the cardboard box!

And because I know how much Sims love their kitties, I’ve added some fun items for a cat-obsessed Sim’s bedroom. I was going for an eclectic vibe this time. There’s a new classic bed with cute cat details on the pillows, a cat-shaped lamp for the night table, and an adorable armchair with cat accents. Plus, I’ve got new curtains and, most importantly, picture frames to show off the beauty of your Sim’s cats.

I’ve put a lot of love into this CC pack and can’t wait for you to enjoy it. Don’t forget to tag me in your social media posts—I can’t wait to see your amazing creations with your Sims and their feline besties!

Enjoy the fun and whimsy of The Sims 4 custom content, and as always, happy simming! 😊🐱📦

▶ ABOUT THE CC PACK

Build: 2 Wallpaper, 1 Floor

Comfort: Armchair, Double bed, Bench with blanket, Bench

Decorative: Cat food, Curtians (all sizes), Paitings, Rug

Lighting: Table Lamp

Pets (Requires Cats and Dogs EP): Bed (cardboard box), Food bowl, Cat tree (large), Cat tree (small), Bed with scratcher post, Cat climbing wall, Litter box, Scratch post (carrot)

Storage: Dresser, Dresser (opened)

Surface: Night table

GET EARLY ACCESS HERE

[gloomwitchwrites]

Overheard confessions part 2? You over hear them confess to the team about how they love you and want to have an army of kids with you...or like a lot of dogs on a farm lol

Don't mind me, I'm just shrieking like a hyena over here. I am obsessed with the idea of a part two but from the opposite perspective. What happens when we hear the guys making the confession. I had way too much fun with this one. Just pure glee. Enjoy! (Find Part 1 HERE.)

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, swearing, breeding undertones, suggestive themes, mild alcohol/smoking, fluff, implied sexual content, mild dirty talk

Word Count: 2k

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

“You’re a mess, John.”

You clutch the manila envelope to your chest, coming to a dead stop just outside Captain Price’s office. The door is cracked, your hand pressed flat against the wood with the intent to enter. That flies out the coop. You’re glued to the spot, listening as Laswell continues to speak.

“Have you been getting enough sleep?”

“Care about my sleeping habits, Kate?”

Laswell snorts. “You look tired. What’s on your mind?”

There is a stretch of silence. You don’t dare breathe—don’t dare move. When Price doesn’t answer, you hear Laswell sigh. It’s not an annoyed sound, but one of pity. She knows what troubles him.

“It’s the secretary. Isn’t it?”

A secretary? What secretary?

You comb through all of them in the building. There are only a handful of you—maybe ten total.

“It’s nothing, Kate.”

“Just admit how you feel, John.”

Your hand drops from the door and crosses over your chest. The manila envelope crunches softly against your breasts as you squeeze it tighter.

“What do you want me to say? That I fancy the woman?” He scoffs.

“Yes,” replies Laswell. “It’s that simple.”

Your mind races. Of the ten secretaries in the building, there are maybe three—including yourself—that this could apply to. A blossom of hope blooms in your chest, a racing sensation of your heart palpitating. You shouldn’t wish for it, but for it to be you?

No.

“I’m her superior.”

This time, Laswell scoffs. “She’s not even your secretary, John. She’s mine, and I think you need to say something to her.”

Oh fuck.

It’s you. They’re talking about you.

“Really, Kate?”

“Really, John.” Laswell sighs. “Not to be crude, but maybe if she were getting laid, she wouldn’t hide my cigarettes when my wife tells her to.”

“Christ, Laswell.”

“No, John. Tell me how you feel about her.” He doesn’t. “I’m waiting.”

You hear a grumble on Captain Price’s end, then, “I want to make an army of kids with her. I want to wake up with her beside me and for her to be near when I sleep.” He pauses. “I like the way she throws her head back when she laughs. Her smile.” Then, softly, “I love everything about her.”

There is a tap tap tap of a shoe against linoleum, and then someone’s walking toward the door.

“That’s it, John. Just tell her how you feel and—”

The door opens wide, revealing you. Captain Price and Laswell both freeze. Price’s face goes from surprised to a dark shade of pink. Laswell’s shifts to a knowing smirk.

“Is that the file I asked for?”

“It is,” you affirm.

Laswell nods. “Hand it over to Captain Price. He needs to take a look at it first.”

“Laswell—”

“Goodnight, John,” she calls out, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

Price clears his throat, standing.

“I heard what you said,” you say quickly.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

“I—”

“Wait,” you say, holding up a hand.

Dumping the manila folder on the desk, you circle to his side. Price is perfectly still, watching you the whole time. What you’re about to do is bold.

Placing your hand on his chest, you lean in. His entire demeanor softens as he mimics your movement.

“You said you wanted to make an army of kids with me.”

“It’s one thing I want to do with you.”

Shifting, you inch toward the desk, propping yourself up to sit on top of it. It’s true, you do need to get laid, and why not with a man who is more than willing.

Price’s gaze lowers as you spread your legs.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"She's fucking gorgeous, mate."

"Is that all?"

With back pressed against the wall, you listen in on the conversation.

Kyle and Johnny’s voices carry in the small apartment. You linger in the short hallway that leads to the kitchen and dining room. They have no idea that you are home, listening in just around the corner.

“No,” comes Kyle’s voice. It’s not sad but strained, like he’s trying to form the right words but keeps stumbling over what to say.

Anxiety grips your stomach, twisting tight.

"She's everything I want,” says Kyle, this time sounding confident.

"Everything?" Johnny whistles and you hear the creak of a chair. "You looking to marry her?"

The twisting sensation becomes a clamp. A vice grip that closes your throat.

"If she'll have me," answers Kyle immediately.

Johnny chuckles. "You'll marry her and then what? Pop out an army of wee bairns? Adopt a cat and two dogs?"

“All of the above,” answers Kyle. “Or nothing at all. It’s what she wants.”

“Oh, aye,” replies Johnny. “That's a good answer."

The sudden seizing of limb and lung relaxes, returning you to the moment. Your heartrate speeds up, becoming a thundering thing that threatens to burst from your chest. Kyle may be your boyfriend but you never suspected that this is what he wants.

"When do you plan on proposing?" asks Johnny.

"Haven't thought that far," murmurs Kyle.

"Too focused on how you're gonna have that army of barins?" laughs Johnny.

"You wanker,” mutters Kyle, but you hear the smile in it.

"Just remember—”

You cannot hide any longer. It’s unbearable.

Emerging suddenly—and almost tripping over your own foot in the process—the two men go quiet, their gazes widening as you appear like an apparition before them. Between then is an open bottle of scotch and various containers of Kyle’s favorite takeout spot.

Kyle is out of his seat in a second, heading for you. He whispers your name, a soft thing meant only for you, and all your love comes rushing up to warm your cheeks and soften your insides.

As he nears, the words tumble from you. "You want a small army with me?" you whisper.

"You heard that?" he asks.

The next words you form are dangerous yet you say them anyway. "Do you want to start trying?"

You put every ounce of lust you can muster into those few words. Kyle’s bodily response is immediate. His shoulders straighten, and a hungry need enters his eyes. This man is about to drag you to bed and fuck you raw for hours.

"Johnny," snaps Kyle, voice cracking slightly. He clears his throat. "Time for you to go."

John "Soap" MacTavish

A tornado rips through your senses.

Did you hear Johnny correctly? Surely not.

"You don't understand, Simon."

Johnny is in the bedroom pacing around while he talks to Simon on the phone. At your current distance from out in the hall, it’s difficult to hear Simon’s response.

"You're balls deep in a different lass every week. Don't hardly know their names. And you're going to give me shit about this?"

A snort almost escapes your nose, revealing your location. Johnny isn’t wrong. Simon is a notorious slut among Johnny’s group of friends. There is always a different woman on his arm whenever they go out.

Johnny pauses before continuing. "I love this woman. I want a bloody army of bairns with her. Fuck, I'll take an army of animals if that's what she bloody well wants."

He sounds irritated, but you know it’s just his passion. Johnny can be hotheaded, especially when it comes to the people he cares about. Either that or Simon is giving him shit on the other end.

"I need your support, Simon." All is quiet, and then you hear Johnny’s amused snort. "You're always giving me shit, Lt." He chuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow at brief.”

You slip around the corner and enter the bedroom. Johnny glances up from his phone, his mouth a wide smile upon glimpsing you. “Come here,” he says with a sultry purr, reaching out.

You go to him without effort.

Wrapping you up in his arms, Johnny kisses the top of your head. You tilt your face upward, going in for something softer.

"I heard you talking on the phone,” you murmur, accepting another kiss from Johnny.

"Did you?"

"You want an army of kids?"

Johnny's neck flushes pink. "I may have said that."

Your hug becomes intimate, hands gently caressing until you find the front of his sweatpants. Johnny groans into your mouth as you find him, lightly rubbing him toward hardness. It’s a tease of a touch. The moment he’s throbbing under your hand, you pull away, fingers toying with the strings of his sweatpants.

"You don't mind if we start now?"

Johnny's gentle embarrassment becomes a sultry glare. "Oh, aye. We have the rest of the day and all night to try."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"I want her, Johnny."

The pan of brownies you’re holding nearly go crashing to the floor. Simon’s words are a brick wall. You’ve been baking all day because it’s the only thing you can do to distract yourself. The plan is to drop them off with Simon and let the boys devour them. Instead, you’re dumbfounded, standing right outside the door to the meeting room Price’s secretary told you to drop the sweets at.

“Who?” asks Soap absently.

When Simon speaks again, it is your name that falls from his lips. Yes, you and Simon are together, but you’re not together. This is fuck buddies. This is friends with benefits. This is…not a relationship.

Or so you thought.

But you’re at his place of work dropping off fucking brownies. The rest of his team call you by your first name. They expect you at functions when they all bring their significant others along. Yet you and Simon are not a couple.

Not officially anyway.

"Oh, aye?” asks Soap, his tone amused. “And does she want you?"

Yes. More than you know.

You’re fully aware that Johnny and Kyle give Simon shit about you. Not because they don’t like you—they adore you—but because they think Simon needs to put a ring on it. They aren’t quiet about it either.

But Simon has never been so forward with his feelings for you. He might tell you sweet things when his dick is deep inside you, but you’ve never heard him be this blunt.

"Don't care. She's mine, Johnny. I'll make sure of that." The mine is almost a growl, a possessive bite that sends a bolt of need to your core.

Johnny chuckles but there’s nothing condescending in it. He sounds…happy.

“Finally, Lt. Fucking finally!”

You hear Johnny enthusiastically smack Simon’s back—or shoulder—and then the man growls like he’s aggressively shaking Simon.

“You’re going to fucking crack my ribs, Johnny.”

“I’m just happy for you, Lt.”

You step forward, pressing your shoulder against the doorframe. They are still out of view, but you don’t want to reveal yourself yet.

“Finally going to make an honest woman out of her?” jokes Soap.

Simon snorts. “I’ll even make you an uncle, Johnny.”

“Me? I expect an army, Lt. Five mini-Riley’s running around.

“Fucking hell, Soap.”

Your cheeks are hot, and you’re standing out in the hall like an idiot. The last thing you need is for one of them to open to door and find you here.

Knocking to announce yourself, you open the door of the meeting room. They turn in your direction, but it’s only Johnny’s face that’s clear to you. Simon is wearing a balaclava, and the only part of him you can see are his eyes.

Johnny’s grin is devilish. “What’s that, love?”

“Brownies?”

He perks up. “Gaz is gonna flip his mug.” You hand them over and Johnny removes the foil on top. “I’m eating this entire pan.”

“Fuck off, Sergeant,” says Simon.

Johnny gives him a half-hearted salute before disappearing out the door, a chunk of brownie already shoved in his mouth.

“You just get here?” asks Simon, sauntering forward.

The soft sway of his hips is a tantalizing thing. You’re hypnotized. Locked in.

“No,” you whisper.

“No?”

“I—I heard you and Soap talking.”

Simon is inches away, his broad chest and shoulders seeming impossibly wide, almost boxing you in.

“What do you think?”

“You want me all to yourself?”

Simon’s voice is a growl. “You’ve always been mine. That’s never changed.”

You place your hand on Simon’s chest. “You promised Soap you’d make him an uncle.”

“I did.”

“And if I want to start right now?”

Simon leans in a bit further, his gaze burning like warm whiskey. “Then you should bend yourself over the table and lift that dress.”

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[dearlenore]

THE SUNSHINE STATE. / T.BRADFORD / SUMMARY - Tim Bradford struggles to accept his TO

PAIRING: TO!reader x Tim Bradford / w/c: 2.0k / fluff

a/n: this request is so cute I’m obsessed !!! anon’s req here

Tim Bradford wasn’t sure what fresh hell he’d walked into when he got assigned to you.

You were waiting by the patrol car at the crack of dawn, coffee in one hand and an energy bar in the other, your uniform crisp and your hair tied back in a way that somehow looked both professional and adorable. The second you saw him, your face lit up like the damn sun.

“Oh my god, you must be Officer Bradford!” you chirped, holding out your coffee-less hand for a shake. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

He blinked once. Twice.

“Uh-huh,” was all he said, giving your hand a firm shake before dropping it.

You were not deterred.

“I read your file. Former Marine, ran point on a meth bust your first year, commendations up the wazoo,” you recited like it was the most exciting thing in the world. “I’m honored to be your TO.”

Tim narrowed his eyes at you. “You always this… chipper?”

You didn’t flinch. “Pretty much. You’ll get used to it.”

“I doubt that.”

You smiled wider.

The first hour of your shift was quiet, minus the occasional call over dispatch and the static of the radio. You drove with one hand on the wheel and the other occasionally reaching for your thermos. Tim sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, jaw clenched, radiating silent judgment.

You hummed to the radio.

“You know,” he muttered, “this isn’t a joyride. You don’t have to act like we’re on a road trip to Disneyland.”

You didn’t even look offended. “I’m not acting, I like my job. You’ll find out I’m serious when I need to be. But I’m also not going to pretend I hate life just to seem ‘tough.’ That’s not how I roll.”

He side-eyed you. “You think you’re gonna scare me straight with sunshine and good vibes?”

You grinned. “Oh, Bradford. You’re already halfway there.”

By the time you responded to your first call — a domestic dispute involving a weed-whacker and an angry ex-boyfriend — Tim watched in disbelief as you managed to talk both parties down with a warm voice and a soft touch. Somehow, in five minutes, you had the suspect in cuffs and the victim laughing through her tears.

He blinked again. “What the hell are you?”

You glanced over your shoulder as you loaded the suspect into the back of the cruiser. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—” he gestured vaguely, “you’re not a robot. You’re not fake. But you’re… freakishly nice.”

You leaned in, conspiratorially. “Wanna know a secret?”

He didn’t answer. You told him anyway.

“I used to be a total hardass. Military family, everything by the book. And then one day, I realized I could be good at this without being mean about it.”

Tim stared at you, genuinely puzzled.

You just smiled again. “C’mon, partner. Time to file some paperwork. I’ll even let you pick the radio station.”

He grumbled something under his breath but followed you anyway.

Tim had been assigned to you for exactly ten days, and he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch a wall or throw himself out of the cruiser every time you smiled at him.

You were… too much.

Too bright. Too chipper. Too goddamn nice.

And worst of all?

You meant it.

It wasn’t fake, not a performance. You didn’t walk around with rose-colored glasses—you saw the rot in the world, just like he did—but somehow, you still managed to find something good in every shitty situation you two rolled up on. You always had a kind word, a soft smile, a calm presence that made even the worst days feel manageable.

It pissed him off.

Because if you could be this warm, this sunshiney—then maybe he was the problem.

Today had started with a call about a stolen dog, followed by a B&E in a sketchy part of town. You cleared the house together, Tim moving methodically, his voice clipped as he gave commands. You? You were calm, collected, and didn’t even flinch when a guy with a tire iron came charging out of a closet.

Tim got to him first, tackling the suspect to the ground.

You slapped cuffs on the guy like it was nothing.

“You okay?” you asked, brushing a leaf out of your hair after the struggle.

Tim stood, flexing his knuckles. “I’m fine.”

“You always say that,” you murmured.

“Because I am.”

You tilted your head, studying him with those big, annoyingly observant eyes. “You know, being vulnerable doesn’t make you weak.”

He scoffed. “Did I look weak when I took that guy down?”

“No,” you said with a laugh. “But you do look like someone who hasn’t let himself breathe in about five years.”

Tim said nothing.

You handed him a water bottle from the back of the cruiser. “Drink. You’re dehydrated and grumpy.”

“I’m always ‘grumpy.’ According to you at least.”

“Yeah, but now you’re grumpy and tired. Double homicide.”

That almost earned you a smile. Almost.

It was only later, during the lull between calls, when things started to shift.

You were sitting on the hood of the cruiser, legs dangling, eating trail mix and humming along to some cheesy 2000s song playing on the radio. Tim leaned against the driver’s side door, arms crossed, watching the sunset with a scowl.

You nudged his leg with your foot.

He glanced over.

“You know,” you said, popping a peanut into your mouth, “I can’t tell if you hate me or if this is just your resting murder face.”

“It’s my resting leave me alone face.”

You smirked. “Cute.”

He stared at you, deadpan. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe.”

He blinked.

You turned back to the sky, eyes soft. “I like sunsets. They remind me that no matter how bad a day was, it’s still ending. Still got through it. Still standing.”

Tim looked at you like you’d just said something in a foreign language. He didn’t understand people like you—people who felt things, who believed in good for no damn reason.

“What happened to you?” he asked before he could stop himself.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You said you used to be a hardass. Something changed you. What was it?”

You hesitated.

Then: “My best friend. She was sick for a long time. Cancer. I spent so much time being angry, trying to control everything. But I couldn’t control that. Couldn’t save her. So, after she died, I just… decided I didn’t want to live like that anymore. If I only have so much time, I’d rather spend it being kind.”

Tim didn’t say anything for a long time.

Finally, he asked quietly, “Do you ever regret it? Choosing to be soft in a hard world?”

You smiled at him, but it wasn’t your usual sunny grin. It was smaller. Sadder. “Sometimes. But it’s still who I am.”

And then you did something that completely threw him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

Not in a romantic way. Not even flirtatious. Just quiet comfort. A human moment.

He didn’t move away.

There were many more moments like that. He would buy you coffee, offer his jacket when you were cold, split his food with you.

Small gestures that meant the world to you.

You were standing in the precinct parking lot after another long shift. The air was heavy with the smell of impending rain, thick and warm with the kind of tension that mirrored what had been building between the two of you for days. Weeks, maybe.

Tim had lingered after debrief. You’d pretended to be finishing paperwork on the hood of the cruiser, but you weren’t fooling either of you. He leaned against the passenger side door, watching you quietly.

Finally, you looked up.

“What?” you asked with a small smile. “You gonna critique my penmanship now?”

His lips twitched. “You write like you talk. Loopy.”

“You mean pretty.”

“I mean chaotic.”

You rolled your eyes and closed the folder. The sky above you rumbled, soft thunder echoing in the distance.

“You sticking around for a reason boot?” you asked, more gently this time.

Tim didn’t answer at first. His gaze was unreadable, guarded, like he was working through something in his head and didn’t trust himself to say it yet. You knew that look now. You’d come to know it too well.

You let the silence stretch, gave him the space.

He stepped forward.

“Back there,” he started, “during the foot chase… you looked over your shoulder. Right after I went over the fence.”

You blinked. “Okay…?”

“You looked for me,” he said, voice low. “You could’ve kept going, but you didn’t.”

You shrugged, trying to keep it light. “Well, I didn’t want to explain to Sergeant Grey how I lost my grumpy new partner in a foot pursuit.”

He didn’t smile.

“You worry about me.”

The words weren’t accusatory. They were soft. Surprised. Vulnerable.

You swallowed. “Of course I do.”

“Why?”

You hesitated.

“Because I care about you, Tim.”

He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. Rain started to fall in lazy drops, dotting the pavement around your boots. A droplet landed on your cheek, slid down like a tear.

Tim stepped closer.

“I thought I was imagining it,” he said. “Thought there was no way someone like you could feel anything for someone like me.”

You opened your mouth, but he cut you off.

“You’re… light,” he said, like it hurt. “You smile at strangers. You remember how I take my coffee. You hum in the car. You don’t treat people like problems to solve.”

“I’m not perfect you know?,” you laughed.

“I know. But you feel perfect. And I—” He exhaled sharply, eyes searching yours. “I’ve been through some stuff. Stuff that made me believe people like you don’t end up with people like me. That I don’t get to have this.”

You stepped even closer, until there was barely any space between you, until the rain was falling heavier and soaking into your clothes, your hair, and neither of you cared.

“Don’t you get it?” you said, voice thick. “I like you. And for what it’s worth I think you like me too, I think that I bring something to your days that you’ve never known until now.”

His breath caught.

Then he said, very quietly: “Do you love me?”

You felt your heart stop and stutter in your chest. It was too soon. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it had been coming since day one.

You didn’t flinch.

“I’m getting there,” you said, honest and certain. “Every day, I get closer.”

Tim looked like you’d knocked the wind out of him.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hard. It was steady. Reverent. His hands found your face, fingers curling gently at your jaw as his lips pressed against yours like he’d been thinking about this for weeks—because he had.

You leaned into it, fingers gripping the front of his uniform, kissing him back like you were afraid you’d wake up and find it had never happened.

When he finally pulled away, rain dripping from his lashes, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that since day two,” he admitted.

“Why not day one?”

“You scared the hell out of me.”

You laughed, breathless.

“Still do, a little,” he added.

You kissed his cheek and whispered, “You’ll survive.”

“Promise?”

You nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His smile was small, but real.

And when he tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear, the storm around you didn’t feel nearly as loud.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Why You So Obsessed with Me?

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Carlos x reader based on the song: Obsessed– Mariah Carey, let me know if you want a part 2 :)

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It started at the Monaco GP.

You were leaning against the balcony railing above the paddock, golden skin lit up by the sun, hair swept into a lazy bun, laughing at something someone said. You didn’t notice Carlos watching you, but he did. And from the moment his eyes found you — it was over.

You weren’t a model, an influencer, or a paddock bunny. You didn’t giggle over his lap times or try to sneak a selfie near his garage. You didn’t care. And that made him care too much.

He asked around. Quietly. Casually, at first.

"Who's that girl who was at the event?" "Was she part of the media? PR? Hospitality?" "She knows Lando?" "Where's she from?"

No one had a clear answer, which only made you more addictive.

Then he found your Instagram. No blue check. Just a private profile with a carefully curated grid and a dangerously hot profile pic. He followed. You didn’t follow back.

That should’ve been the end of it.

But Carlos was... persistent.

Soon he was watching your Stories like clockwork. The second they went up — view. Every post, every location tag — saved. He wasn’t stupid enough to like them, but you noticed. Of course you did.

And then, the real obsession kicked in.

You mentioned a bookstore once? He showed up the next morning, flipping through a random poetry book, sunglasses on indoors. You went clubbing in Ibiza? He was there too — watching, never dancing, drink untouched. He even liked a comment someone left on a picture of you and your dog. "Cutest duo 🐶💖" — like he was some casual friend.

At first, it was amusing.

"Who does this guy think he is?" you laughed with your girls. “He’s literally a Formula 1 driver with a God complex. Why’s he acting like a teenage fanboy?”

But then it started getting... weird.

You’d be at a party, and he’d be standing in the corner. Not talking to anyone. Just watching. A new friend you’d made in Madrid casually mentioned Carlos Sainz asked them about you — as if they were close. You’d spoken to him once. For less than five minutes. You even overheard a conversation in the paddock — some Ferrari worker claiming you and Carlos were dating. That he’d "flown you out" to Italy for a secret getaway. (You were literally in Paris with your cousin that weekend.)

The final straw? He left a book on your hotel room doorstep in Singapore. No note. No name. Just a highlighted page about soulmates always finding their way back to each other. You only found out it was from him when a girl from F1TV said she saw him lingering near your floor the night before, wearing a hoodie like he was incognito.

You snapped.

At the Monza afterparty, lights flashing, music booming — you spotted him across the dance floor, wearing that same smug half-smile, eyes locked on you like he owned the oxygen in the room.

You didn’t wait.

You walked up, drink in hand, voice sharp. “Are you seriously following me?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “I was invited.”

“To my friend’s party?” You tilted your head. “Really? Just a coincidence? Like you ‘coincidentally’ showed up at my pilates studio last week? Or that time you ‘randomly’ ended up at the table next to mine in Milan?”

He didn’t even flinch. “I’m just curious.”

“About what?”

“You,” he said. Just like that. Like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to admit. “You don’t post much. You don’t fall for the charm. You don’t want anything from me.” He stepped closer. “But I want everything from you.”

You stared at him, stunned at the boldness. Then you laughed — cold, amused. “You don’t even know me.”

“Not yet,” he murmured. “But I will.”

You took a step back, heart steady, pulse unfazed. “Carlos, let me make this really clear. You can’t have me. Not now. Not ever. Last man on Earth — still wouldn't get this.”

For a split second, something flickered in his expression. Not hurt — but need. Something hungry. Desperate.

You left him standing there. Just like that. And the next day, he was still watching your Story within the first five seconds.

You didn’t block him. You didn’t change your routine. You weren’t scared. You were annoyed. And maybe, if you were being honest, a little entertained.

[brittle-doughie]

My last two asks were eaten by the dreaded askbox kraken so here goes attempt 3 at one of these:

I had the thought of Y/N Cookie being a keeper of the Ivory Pagoda and one of Mystic Flour's most trusted guards, and potentially her lover, who she gave the task of protecting her cocoon at all costs when she sealed herself away.

They stood strong against most who sought to break the cocoon, but when they eventually fell in battle and the cocoon was breached for the first time, Mystic Flour did not take it kindly and effortlessly annihilated those who struck down Y/N Cookie, taking their crumbled body into the cocoon with her when she resealed herself, to safeguard what was left.

Volition’s End (Mystic Flour Cookie)

She entered the cocoon as a savior. She’ll leave it as anything but…

You hummed to yourself as you swept the temple floor, the specks of dust floating away with each brush to the floor. It was just one of many tasks given you as guard captain of the temple, as permitted by the will of Mystic Flour Cookie.

You gazed up at her statue in awe and respect to the great hero, no matter how many times you’ve seen it in your days at the Grand Temple. It only showed the amount of admiration you’ve had for her.

The other guards teased you that it was definitely more then just admiration for Mystic Flour Cookie. You wanted to say they were wrong, it was just the amount of respect you held for her, but were they really wrong in the end?

Admiration….

Admiration that blossomed into….

“Ah, already up and at it again, eh captain?”

Cloud Haetae Cookie, the faithful guide for Mystic Flour Cookie. You’ve known them for as long as you resided here at the temple. They might have been here long before you showed up, but they’re still as adorable and cheerful as ever!

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure the temple is nice and clean for when Mystic Flour Cookie finally emerges from the cocoon and graces us as the Leavened One.”

“You’ve been saying that every day, you know. Always talking about how our master will really come out of the cocoon this time! Oooh, like an obsession!”

“I am not obsessed, I simply expressed excitement and hope that we’ll finally see her again..don’t read too much into it…”

“Do you really expect me to believe that, captain~? I’ve seen the way you and our master see each other before she entered the cocoon! It’s so obvious, almost everyone knows about you two!”

“Quiet….”

“Hehehe, you know I’m right! Now give me some rubs!”

“Seriously?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault your rubs are so good!”

“…..”

“…..” (They’re giving you the puppy dog eyes)

“Alright alright, stop whining, you.”

Cloud Haetae Cookie transforms into their Haetae form, giggling and laughing as you rub their head and stomach. It never fails to give you a small smile, seeing Cloud Haetae Cookie so happy…

It makes the wait for Mystic Flour Cookie bearable…

———————————————————————

“What is that in your hands, Y/N Cookie?”

“Oh, it’s just a white bun. Cloud Haetae gave me one while I was patrolling the temple. They gave me another for you if you were hungry too.”

“I am not hungry right now, Y/N…”

“But food is always enjoyed best when you’re having it with others..”

“That is true, but one’s wish cannot be granted if I am eating.”

“Mystic Flour Cookie….”

She turns to you. You were giving her that look with a pout, she hated it when you did that, she never was able to resist it as the smallest smile forms on her face.

“Very well, I may make an exception for you. Pass me mine…”

You gave it to her without haste, she takes a moment to observe the white bun before having a bite. The taste was delectable on her taste buds as she turned to you, enjoying your white bun, she hums with that hint of a smile again.

The white bun was great. Having her most trusted guard eat alongside her? Even better…

———————————————————————

“Hey! Why’d you stop? Give me more!”

“O-oh! Sorry.”

Cloud Haetae Cookie relaxed once more after you resumed your head rubbing, reeling from your memory with Mystic Flour Cookie…

You just had to wait a little longer, or a while longer, or whatever it took. Just as long as you got to see Mystic Flour Cookie again…

To spend time together like you two used to do…

*SLAM!*

The sound of the temple doors slamming open and shut rapidly startled you two, causing Cloud Haetae to jump from your lap.

“Gah! What’s going on?!”

“It’s one of my guards!”

A temple guard hastily stumbled towards you, gripping her shoulder in clear pain.

“Captain, it’s the crowd outside. They’re getting more restless the more they wait for the temple doors to be opened. They’ve resorted to violent means to breach our line!”

“Those cookies…can’t they wait anymore?! You go take care of yourself, I’ll be out there shortly.”

“Yes, captain!”

The guard hurried away as Cloud Haetae Cookie grew nervous, yet frustrated too.

“This is only been getting worse the past few days, now they’re resorting to hurting others to satiate their selfishness…”

“It’s terrible, which is why I’m going out there to quell them and hopefully calm down the problem. The cocoon must be protected at all costs! Cloud Haetae Cookie, if they ever get in, do not hesitate to hide. I’d hate to see you hurt…”

“But what if things don’t get better? What if they….try to crumble you? The fires of hatred in their eyes from the last visit was already bad enough…!”

“Anything is better than Mystic Flour Cookie getting hurt under my watch!”

You marched outside with your weapons ready, Cloud Haetae Cookie’s nerves not being helped at all.

“Mystic Flour Cookie, my master, please help us…”

———————————————————————

“Y/N, you don’t need to blame yourself…”

“But I went against what I sworn to do, I attacked instead of defended…”

“That cookie’s greed had gotten the better of them, they were not of sound mind anymore…”

“I should’ve reacted better, I should’ve kept my emotions in check, please forgive me…”

“Y/N Cookie.”

The slight raise in her volume along with your name in full made you stop and stand at attention, worries at their peak.

Until Mystic Flour Cookie reached to caress your cheek.

“You did what you’ve sworn to do, protect the temple and me from any danger…”

“Even if..it’s one of the temple goers?”

“Yes. There was no other option, it was either you or them…”

Mystic Flour’s face formed a small smile.

“I am willing to look past this one offense, but you will have to make up for it~”

Now your worries were just reduced to red blush staining your face.

“T-Thank you, Mystic Flour Cookie. I won’t hold back from any threat, without having to harm others!”

“Mm. Come here, it’s okay…”

She brings you into a hug, something that shocks you for a moment, as you slowly reciprocate. Your emotions bubble as your grip subconsciously gets tighter around her.

“Thank you….”

———————————————————————

“GET BACK!”

The situation escalated beyond what you had imagined. They broke past your defensive line and had breached the temple doors, yet you still had weapon ready.

Your fellow guards laid defeated before you, only you remained….

The crowd of angry cookies were less than willing to settle down…

“Where is she?! Is she out of that cocoon yet?!”

“Why can’t she help us?! My house is close to collapse!”

“My garden isn’t going to make it at this rate!”

“I want my wish granted, it’s been too long!”

“Treasure! I heard there was treasure she’s hiding from us too!”

You grew more furious at the crowd with that accusation now spreading around, but you remained steadfast.

“There are no treasures! She isn’t keeping anything from you! Please, not now! Not when she’s on the last step to being the Leavened One!”

The crowd couldn’t care, eyes full of malice and anger as they approached with their own weapons.

“So much for a great hero! She needs one cookie to protect her!”

“Now we KNOW you’re holding out on us with treasure!”

“Hand us the treasure!”

A cookie with a bow shoots and it strikes your leg, making you yell out in pain as you kneel, strawberry jam oozed out.

Cloud Haetae Cookie, hiding under the stairs, gasped in horror at the sight.

You didn’t falter, you simply stood your ground!

“If you think I’ll let you reach Mystic Flour Cookie while I’m still breathing, THINK AGAIN!”

You deflected and blocked as much of their attacks as you could, keeping them at bay…

But you could only do so for so long, for every slip up, they landed cuts and shots all over your body.

A slash to your knee, an arrow to your shoulder, a stab to your stomach…

You never once raised your weapon to hurt them…

“*sniffle*….Y/N Cookie….*sob*….”

Cloud Haetae tried to hold back their tears as they’re forced to watch you slowly whittle away from fatigue and the crowd’s attacks…

Someone else was watching….within the cocoon…

She begged them to stop internally….

You fall to your knees…

Stop this…!

You looked up at the cookie behind you, nothing but hatred in their eyes….yet you showed no fear, only defiance with a scowl…

Please stop this!

You see the cookie’s blade rising up….

You refused to show fear…

PLEASE STOOOOOP!

The blade comes down….

“I love you, Mystic Flour Cookie….”

———————————————————————

You and Mystic Flour Cookie sit at one of the highest points in the temple, watching the sunset.

“It’s nice up here, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it’s a pleasant view…”

“It makes you forget about all your troubles when you look at something like this…”

“Do you have troubles in your life, Y/N?”

“Yes, but I knew what I was getting into when I joined. It would’ve been all worth it if it meant I get to see you everyday.”

Mystic Flour Cookie giggles a little, a smile on her face.

“Then, we should do this more often…”

“I’d be more than happy to…”

“As do I….”

You two continued to watch the sunset, leaning against each other, hands clutched together….

———————————————————————

“Stop, I don’t think they’ll be getting up anytime soon…”

The group moved on from the now battered remains of..what used to be Y/N Cookie…the group talked amongst themselves.

“Now, for what we came here for, the treasure that she’s keeping from us in that cocoon…”

“Needed a cookie to protect her, I thought she was supposed to be a savior to us…”

“Maybe…she wasn’t as godlike as we thought…”

“She tricked us. And now she’s hiding away in that cocoon of hers! Fake! FAKE IMMORTAL!”

With one slash of a sword, the cocoon was cut open, where Mystic Flour Cookie was situated before them, unmoving and with a shadow over her eyes…

“You! We’ve waited long enough for you to come out of there! Where are the treasures you’re hiding!”

“Or at least you’ll be able to grant our wishes now!”

“I’ve got so much to ask for, where do I start?”

“Me first!”

“Back off!”

“I wish for the power to be a great spellcaster!”

Without saying a word, Mystic Flour Cookie waved her hand and the cookie who asked felt a surge within their body!

“Woah! This is….huh?”

Before the cookie knew it, their head had poofed into flour along with the rest of their body, the rest of the group gasped in horror as they too started turning pale…the atmosphere suddenly shifted to pure red…

“What’s happening to us!?”

“I don’t feel so good…”

“It’s her! She’s did this to us!”

“HELP ME!”

The cookies that tried to draw their weapons suddenly saw that their arms and hands had stopped working as they fell apart and dispersed to flour, causing more chaos to ensure as they screamed in horror.

Some tried to run to the temple doors in a panic, a few making there only to see that the temple doors were closed and locked as they struggled to open them, fading to nothing before they could realize that their efforts would be useless…

Some tried to beg and plead for their lives, swearing that they’ll never do this again….

For the first time ever since the cocoon was cut , Mystic Flour Cookie vocalized…

Not to speak…

But to laugh….

“Hehe….”

“Hehehehehe….”

“AHAHAHAHAHA!”

When it was all over, there’d be no one left remaining with the exception of Mystic Flour Cookie, Cloud Haetae Cookie, and Y/N Cookie….

Mystic Flour Cookie stopped laughing…as she gazed down to the body of her now ruined lover….

She gently picked them up in their arms as she retreated into her cocoon, Cloud Haetae crawling out of the stairs as she gazed up at their master.

“Master…I’m sorry, they…”

“No, I should’ve seen how futile it was to try and ignore the growing greed that can instill into cookies. It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t…their fault.”

Cloud Haetae couldn’t stand to see the crumbled apart body of the captain and friend..

“I will return to the cocoon, they will be joining me. This world…is too cruel for them to be in…”

“Yes, master….”

The cocoon closed up, with Mystic Flour Cookie clutching Y/N Cookie close….

Just them and her…

And when the cocoon opens up once more…

She’ll make the cookies see…

She’ll make the world see how much pain and anguish can be let go by returning to nothing….

“I love you too, Y/N Cookie….”

I locked in so hard, lol

[deliciousangelfestival]

Let's Play Pretend - 8 | bodyguard!Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x singer! Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to hide here and find peace from the mess that wasn’t caused by you. But then, your hot neighbor bothered you. As if that wasn’t enough, the enemies you hated found you too.

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , END.

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"Your manager—I smell death on her," Bucky said, his voice low and serious.

You scoffed. "Stop kidding."

"I'm not." His eyes locked onto yours, unwavering. "When I was in jail, I met a lot of people. Murderers and innocent people—they have different smells."

You raised a brow. "So, what? You have a super nose now? Like a drug-sniffing dog?"

Bucky smirked. "Yeah, I’m Scooby-Doo." But despite his teasing, his expression remained tense, as if he could actually smell something rotten lingering around Selena.

You tried to hold back a laugh. "Pfft."

Ignoring your amusement, he continued, "While I’m gone, I want you to stay with Vert."

Your smile faded. "Wait—you’re leaving? And stay with my boss? Why?"

"I’m doing an investigation, that means I'm going to leave you alone. And Vert have bodyguards." His tone was firm.

Bucky leaned back slightly, tilting his head. "I noticed them. Strong ones, probably ex-military." He smirked. "But I’m stronger."

You nodded slightly. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right.

"Why are you telling me to stay with Vert?" you asked, your voice quieter now.

Bucky took a step closer, his gaze darkening. "I have a feeling I’m dealing with an obsessive psychopath."

A shiver ran down your spine. You swallowed hard.

He moved even closer, lowering his voice. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you while I'm gone. If it does, Vert’s guards can use their bodies to block bullets and knives while you run."

Your stomach twisted at the thought. "You really think it’s that dangerous?"

Bucky nodded. "I’ve seen this before. I know what I’m talking about."

You hesitated before asking, "Have you found any clues?"

He exhaled through his nose. "Not yet, but I will. Clues always show up when you least expect them. Just like how Scooby always finds the answer."

You tried to lighten the mood. "Guess that makes me Shaggy?"

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Don’t follow any strangers, Shaggy."

You met his gaze and nodded. "I know."

Something had shifted between you. A deeper trust. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you could feel it.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

Bucky felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he dropped you off at Mr. Vert’s house. Knowing you were safe, surrounded by armed guards, made it easier for him to focus. The night air was cool as he pulled his hood over his head and blended into the streets, heading toward the police station.

His destination wasn’t the front entrance—walking in there would raise too many questions. Instead, he took a side alley, knocking on a rusted metal door. A few seconds later, it cracked open just enough for a pair of sharp blue eyes to peer out.

“Hey, Bucky.”

The man who greeted him was Steve—a familiar face from his time behind bars. Steve had changed a lot. The once-skinny man, malnourished from years of rationed prison food, now stood as tall and built as Bucky. Prison had hardened them both, but Steve had taken a different path after getting out.

He had rebuilt himself, cleaned up his record, and taken a job as a criminal profiler. Meanwhile, Bucky had retired—well, until now.

“I need your help,” Bucky said, his tone sharp and to the point.

Steve smirked knowingly. “It’s about your girlfriend, isn’t it? You’re a lucky man.” He sipped his coffee, watching Bucky’s reaction.

Bucky flinched at the word girlfriend. He hated how people kept assuming that. It made him uneasy.

“Yeah, yeah…” he muttered, brushing it off.

The two men started walking. Strolling into a police station and casually flipping through case files wasn’t an option, so they took a quieter route, heading toward a nearby park.

Steve glanced at Bucky from the side. “But you know what? You deserve something good. Back in prison, you always looked after me… and the others.”

Bucky let out a short breath, his expression unreadable. “That place was hell.” He kicked a stray rock on the sidewalk. “But look at us now—breathing fresh air… mixed with the smell of piss.”

Steve snorted before breaking into a laugh. Bucky smirked, shaking his head as they continued walking.

They reached the park, settling onto a bench beneath a flickering streetlamp. Steve leaned back casually, but his hand moved subtly, slipping a thin manila folder onto Bucky’s lap.

Bucky flipped it open, his eyes scanning the documents. As he read, his jaw tightened.

His suspicions were right.

“This is the missing piece,” he muttered, flipping to another page. “I knew it.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “That was quick.”

Bucky exhaled through his nose, his voice low. “The assistant. She’s the culprit.”

Steve frowned. “Selena, right? She’s been on the suspect list, but there’s no strong evidence.”

Bucky shut the folder, gripping it tightly. “I can help you catch her. But we don’t have time to wait.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “I need you to send a patrol car to her location. Now.”

Steve studied him for a moment before nodding. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and started making the call.

At that moment, Bucky’s own phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen.

A text from you.

S.O.S.

His blood ran cold.

His grip on the phone tightened, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Without another word, he bolted from the bench, his instincts screaming that he was already too late.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

Staying in Mr. Vert’s condominium felt safe, just as Bucky had assured you. The place was heavily guarded—bodyguards stationed at every corner, their sharp eyes scanning for any possible threat. If someone tried to harm you, they wouldn’t get far.

Yet, despite the security, you couldn’t shake the tension in the air.

It wasn’t fear of an attack. It was something else—the awkwardness of being in the same room with your boss.

You took a breath and finally spoke. “Sorry to bother you.”

Vert glanced at you from his seat, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His expression, as always, was unreadable.

“I don’t show it,” he said smoothly, “but I care for my employees.”

You hesitated before saying, “Mr. Vert… this might sound crazy, but I feel like you and Bucky are… similar.”

His brow lifted slightly. “Oh?”

“The arrogance, the cockiness—both of you have it,” you pointed out.

Vert smirked, amused.

“But more than that… the way he plays guitar.” You grabbed your phone and pulled up the recording of your last performance—the one where Bucky had unexpectedly replaced your guitarist.

Vert leaned forward slightly, watching the screen. The way Bucky’s fingers moved across the strings, the fluidity, the confidence—it was eerily familiar.

If someone looked up his background, his success as a savvy businessman would overshadow his past. He didn’t use a sad background story to boost his public image. He started as a guitarist, then became a composer, later a manager, and eventually decided to build his own music label.

Vert exhaled through his nose. “Hoo… interesting observation.”

“It’s just a guess,” you admitted.

“Play the live show,” Vert instructed.

You tapped the screen, and the two of you watched the footage together.

Bucky played like he had been part of the band all along. No hesitation, no mistakes.

“It could be,” Vert mused. “There’s a possibility. I didn’t know he could play guitar.”

You nodded. “That makes two of us. When I asked him about it, he just said—”

“I don’t know. Whenever I grab a musical instrument and copy the teacher, I can easily follow it. Maybe my birth parents were geniuses. But hey, I’ll never know.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Does that mean you watched my performances?” you had asked him.

“I have to understand more about my client, right?” he had replied.

It's amazing how Bucky mentioned his birth parents as if it meant nothing, while you pretended that everything with your parents was fine, when in reality, it was far from it.

Vert tilted his head. “Strange talent.”

“I thought so too,” you murmured.

Then you remembered what else Bucky had said.

Vert leaned back. “Back in the ‘80s, the hippies were wild. No one could tame my generation. The parties, the drugs—unlimited.” He smirked, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it. “And I always woke up in bed with different women.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that.

“I read that Bucky’s an orphan.” Vert hummed, swirling the whiskey again. “Wouldn’t hurt to get a DNA test.”

Instead, you changed the subject. “By the way, about Selena…”

Vert arched a brow. “Hmm?”

“How was she as your new manager?”

You hesitated before adding, “The thing is… I don’t feel comfortable around her. And I have this gut feeling that she sabotaged my last performance.”

Vert studied you for a moment. “So… you want to fire her.”

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He nodded. “I’ll make it official tomorrow.”

Relief washed over you. “Thank you.”

Vert smirked. “Like I told you… I may not look like it, but I care.”

Before you could respond—

The lights suddenly went out.

The entire condominium was plunged into darkness.

Your heartbeat spiked.

The room fell into eerie silence, save for the faint humming of emergency power trying to kick in.

Your hands tightened around your phone.

A bad feeling settled in your chest—worse than before.

Your fingers flew across the screen as you quickly typed out a message to Bucky.

S.O.S.

This time, you didn’t doubt it—something was very, very wrong.

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Medicine

cheater!charles leclerc x singer!fem!reader

fc: rihanna and other girls from pinterest

warnings: cussing…lots of it, cheating, cussing, sexual talk, talking shit about charles (please note that i do not agree with the things said it’s just for the fic 😭) i’m back from my breakkkk, much needed cause i have so many ideas to write and requests 🤭 hope yall enjoy this been sitting in my drafts for a min now 😭

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Hello there! I'm positively obsessed with your Dr. Robby writings!! I don't know If you'd be down writing one about Dr. Melissa King?? Perhaps when she went to have a quiet moment, and Dr. Langdon found her petting Crosby, the patient's dog, but instead of Langdon, it's the reader? With some wholesome vibes between them, not necessairly romantic, but could be. Thank you so much <33 :D

Yesss!!!! She was so cute during the episode when they were helping deliver that baby! And her smile when she was giving the couple their baby made me smile like stoppppp!!!! Why do I have a crush on everyone in this ER?? LOL Enjoy :D

Soft Spot

Pairing: Dr Melissa King x Surgeon!Reader

Summary: Dr. Melissa King doesn’t seek people out. She doesn’t do small talk, doesn’t hover, doesn’t fill silence with noise. So when she finds a quiet spot in the hospital to sit with Crosby, a trauma patient’s scruffy mutt, the last thing she expects is company. And yet—You find her anyway. Not to interrupt. Just to be there.

The hallway outside Imaging was quiet.

Just the gentle hum of vending machines and the soft rustle of fur beneath Melissa’s fingers as she scratched behind Crosby’s ears.

He was curled up beside her on the bench, tail thumping lazily every few seconds as she let him rest his chin on her knee.

She hadn’t planned to be here. Not really. But after finishing a consult and being told OB had commandeered the only call room she liked, Melissa figured this would do.

Crosby didn’t talk. Crosby didn’t ask questions. Crosby didn’t fill space with unnecessary noise. He was… tolerable.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a half-wrapped granola bar. Broke a tiny piece off.

“Not good for you,” she said. “But I don’t care.”

He took it gently from her hand.

Melissa didn’t smile, exactly. But her posture softened. Just slightly.

Then—“Mind if I sit?”

She looked up.

You were standing at the door, a coffee in one hand, your coat slung over your shoulder, eyes gentle and a little curious.

She blinked. “This isn’t a high-traffic area.”

“Exactly why I came here.” You gave her a small smile. “Didn’t know it was already occupied.”

Melissa hesitated. Then gave the tiniest shrug. “It’s fine.”

You sat down next to her. Not too close. Left space. Let the silence be.

Crosby let out a low huff and shifted his weight, clearly pleased to have two people now watching over him like he was some kind of royalty.

Melissa glanced at you sideways. “You’re good at silence.”

You smiled. “You say that like it’s rare around here.”

“It is,” she replied flatly.

You sipped your coffee. “You like him.”

She looked down at Crosby. “He doesn’t lie. Or interrupt. Or ask me if I’m okay when I’m clearly not.”

You glanced at her then — her expression blank but not cold. Just Melissa. Guarded. Thoughtful.

You nodded. “I can do that too.”

Her gaze slid back to you. Not sharp. Just watching. Measuring. And then, very quietly—“I know.”

You both looked forward again.

Let the stillness settle between you. A shared, welcome silence.

And then—Melissa reached into her pocket again, broke off another piece of granola, and held it halfway between you and the dog.

“He likes company,” she said.

You took the piece from her hand. Gave it to Crosby. He gobbled it up like it was a five-star steak. And Melissa—she didn’t smile. Not really. But her shoulders eased. Her breath slowed. Her hands stopped fidgeting.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Melissa never once told you to leave. She didn’t fill the silence, didn’t try to explain herself or the moment or why she was here with a dog in the middle of her shift. And you didn’t ask. You both just sat.

Crosby eventually let out a low huff and rolled onto his side, paws twitching, tail giving a lazy flop against your shoe. You and Melissa watched him in sync, then glanced at each other like you'd both remembered something at the same time.

“Did you grow up with dogs?” you asked, voice low, careful not to disrupt the air between you.

She nodded slowly. “A beagle. Loud. Obnoxious. Lived to be fifteen.” A beat passed. “I liked him more than most people.”

You smiled softly, nudging your knee slightly toward her. “That checks out.”

Melissa didn’t smile, but something about her expression flickered—like maybe she wanted to. “You’re not annoying,” she said, almost like she was still evaluating it.

“That almost sounded like a compliment,” you teased, letting it land lightly.

“I’m not good at phrasing things like other people do,” she replied bluntly. “But I think you already know that.”

“I do.”

More silence. But this time, it felt different. Not empty. Not distant. Just... natural.

Eventually, Melissa shifted on the ground, tugging her sleeves down as she glanced at the wall clock. “I have to scrub in soon.”

You nodded, brushing your hands on your pants. “Right. Back to reality.”

She stood, smoothing her coat. “Thanks for not talking too much.”

“Thanks for not asking me to leave.”

She paused, looked at you. Her eyes flicked down—first to your coffee cup, then your hands, then slowly back to your face.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you stayed longer,” she said, very quietly.

Your breath caught—just a second. Just enough. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gave you a single nod. Turned to go.

But before she could walk away, you added softly, “Hey, Melissa?”

She stopped. Looked over her shoulder.

“Next time Crosby needs a break,” you said, “I’m usually around. I don’t mind the quiet either.”

Her eyes lingered on you, unreadable but not indifferent. And then—“Okay.”

And just like that, she was gone.

But something was still sitting there beside you. Something that looked a lot like the beginning of something more.

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 16

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

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Chapter 16

“Are you excited?” Felix bounces in the passenger seat as Jeongin drives, Y/n in the back.

“You won’t even tell me where you’re taking me.” The omega laughs. “All I can be excited about is spending time with you two.”

“Well, are you excited to spend time with us?” Jeongin looks back at her in the rearview mirror.

“Of course I am.” She smiles. “I love doing anything with you guys.”

“Well we’re here.” Felix points to the building that they pull up to.

Y/n leans forward to look between the front two seats for a better look. “A video game cafe.”

“Do you play video games?”

“Hyuk and I would play a lot before I presented.” She smiles. “And one of my friends and I would play in college too. Can’t tell you how many all nighters we did.”

They all step out of the car, Felix waiting for her before shutting the door behind her and grabs her hand as Jeongin comes around the car.

“Another reason we chose to do this is because Lix is too sunburned to be out in the sun today.” The alpha rubs the other male's cheek that is tinted red from their beach day.

“You and Hyunjin really should have listened to Chan yesterday about sunscreen.” Y/n squeezes his hand as they walk towards the door of the cafe.

“I know I know.” Felix sighs. “I will next time. I’m learning from the consequences as my skin hurts.”

Jeongin laughs. “Your skin hurts?” 

“What? It does.”

“That’s just a weird way of saying it.” Felix pouts at Jeongin’s teasing.

Once inside, Jeongin talks to the person at the desk as Y/n looks around seeing all the computers set up with comfy chairs. There's even a few VR set ups around the place. And of course a snack bar.

“Alright, we’ve got one of the VR stations and the three computers next to it reserved for a few hours.” Jeongin looks at the paper he was given to see which station and computers are theirs.

“And this is why you are my favorite alpha.” Felix hugs him. “The other three would never have splurged on one of the VR stations.”

“Just don’t tell them that I did.”

“Won’t they know after they see how much you spent with their card?” Y/n asks as Jeongin leads them to the stations that is on their reservation.

“I’m just hoping they don’t question it.” Jeongin sighs and they all take a seat at the computers first.

“What games did you like to play?” Felix asks as he’s already loading up League of Legends.

“Umm, my friend and I spent a lot of time playing Stardew Valley as well as a lot of horror games.”

“Felix is obsessed with playing LOL.” Jeongin points out. “Plays it all the time at home.”

Y/n looks over at the other omega’s screen. “If you play it so much then why are you still bronze?”

Jeongin bursts out laughing as Felix pouts. “Yeah Lixie, why are you still bronze?”

“Shut up.” He mumbles.

“What do you want to play, Jagiya?” 

“Well I’ve never played LOL.” She says as she watches Felix play. “So I wouldn’t mind learning that.”

“I’ll teach you then.” The alpha smiles and they load the game up. “Maybe you’ll be better than Lix and can help him get to silver.”

“Yah!” Felix gaps at Jeongin before pouting again. 

After Jeongin teaches Y/n the basics of League of Legends they play for a while and sure enough, the female omega is better and actually carries their team.

“I’ve had enough.” Felix rage quits and pulls up the ordering menu on his computer for the snackbar. “Let’s order food then do some VR. What do you want, sunshine?”

She looks over the menu as he scrolls before pointing at the screen. “Some tteokbokki please. Ji had let me try some of his the other day and I had liked it.”

Felix adds three things of tteokbokki for all of them as well as gets some fried chicken, cheese ramen, and Korean corn dogs for him and Jeongin telling Y/n she can have some of theirs too if she wants.

“Have you ever done VR before, Y/n?” Jeongin asks as he sets it up.

“No, I haven't.”

“Why don’t you look through the list of games and see which one you wanna play and we’ll have you go first.”

She scrolls through the games before her eyes light up. “I’ve heard of beat saber before, it sounded fun.”

Jeongin gets her set up with the game and she has fun for a while playing different songs, failing at a few fast ones before Felix tells her to play Job Simulator. She has fun working the convenience store, throws a few things at some of the robot customers and the boys just watch her as she laughs and smiles, acting so carefree.

She takes a break when the food comes and eats her tteokbokki and some of Felix’s fried chicken and Jeongin’s ramen. She wasn’t a huge fan of the corn dogs though. Jeongin then gets up and continues with Job Simulator playing the mechanic job, confused as he tries to figure out the different car parts. 

“This is why when we have car trouble I let the hyungs deal with it.”

“You are definitely no mechanic, Innie.” Felix laughs. 

During Felix’s turn he plays at the restaurant. At first he was actually doing really well, until he left the food on the stove too long. 

“Uh, Lixie, the steak is on fire.” Y/n laughs as she watches what he’s seeing on the computer screen. 

“Oh shit.” 

“And this is why Minho hyung doesn’t let you be unsupervised in the kitchen.” Jeongin laughs. 

“Minnie and I burned pancakes one time.” Felix huffs. 

“Just be happy they still let you bake and help Min.” Jeongin reminds him. “Seungmin isn’t even allowed in the kitchen anymore.”

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“Hey pups.” Changbin smiles when Jeongin, Felix and Y/n walk back into the vacation house. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.” Felix purrs as he hugs the alpha, seeming to be in a really good mood.

“Y/n’s better than Felix at League.” Jeongin smirks. “And she had never played before today.”

“Binnie, Innie’s being mean.” Felix pouts into his chest.

“Why does he seem to be so spaced out?” Changbin eyes the omega in his arms before looking at Jeongin. 

“I may have heavily scented them both when we left the cafe and they cuddled in the back seat the whole way here.” Jeongin watches the female as she curls up on the couch having not said anything yet. “Y/n’s a bit spacey too.”

“Aww, is my angel all spacey.” Jisung, who was eating a snack in the kitchen, overheard and went to the omega on the couch. “Come here my baby.”

“Hi Jisungie.” She purrs as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest.

“Why don’t you go join them?” Changbin nudges Felix over to the couch and he cuddles up on the betas other side who is loving every moment of this. 

Changbin and Jeongin watch over the three of them as they cuddle until Chan comes back with Hyunjin and sees the cuddle pile on the couch. 

“Who allowed a cuddle party without me?” Hyunjin pouts. 

“Innie scented the omegas into sub space after their date.” Changbin explains and Hyunjin moves over to lay against Y/n’s back.

“Are they okay?” Chan leans over the back of the couch to check on them and Jisung tilts his head up to look at him. 

“They’re good. They’re napping now.” 

The alpha pushes a strand of hair out of Felix’s face before looking at Jeongin. “We need to work on how you scent them. Y/n’s still new to all of this and is more sensitive to being scented, especially when you do it so hard like this.”

“She asked me to heavily scent her.” 

“Really?” Hyunjin leans up to look at the youngest. 

“Felix and I both warned her that she’d slip into sub space if she allowed me to do that and be vulnerable but she persisted.” Jeongin looks down at her. “Felix told me to scent him first so she could see how it is. I didn’t even have to do a lot for her. Like you said, she’s still sensitive to it so she slipped pretty quickly.” 

“I’m glad she trusts us enough to be vulnerable like this in front of us.” Chan looks over her closely. “But I can’t help but wonder what is going through her head that made her feel like she needed to slip for a bit to get away from it.”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin looks worried now. 

“Oh yeah, I guess you wouldn’t know.” Jisung looks at his fellow beta. “You and Minnie never feel the need to slip like Felix and I do. Normally we’ll ask one of the alphas to heavily scent us when we’re wanting to mentally get away from everything. Me normally when my anxiety is high. Lix when he’s having a rough day.”

“It’s kind of a safe space for them mentally.” Changbin continues. “And they know they’re safe with us there so they don’t need to be mentally aware.” 

“But then why would Y/n ask Jeongin to help her slip?” Hyunjin frowns. 

“Did she seem anxious to you at all while you were at the cafe?” Chan turns to the young alpha. 

“No.” He shakes his head as he thinks back to their date. “She actually seemed to be so carefree for most of it. The only time she seemed off was when we got into the car and she asked me to heavily scent her into sub space.” 

“Let’s not think too much about this.” Chan shakes his head. “She might have not been wanting to mentally get away from something but just wanted to feel what it was like. Lixie might’ve told her about it at one point and she just wanted to try it so she asked Jeongin to do it while having him there.”

“That’s a good point.” Changbin agrees. “But everyone still keep an eye on her just in case. I’ll tell Minho and Seungmin the same thing.”

Everyone nods in agreement and Hyunjin looks at Chan. 

“Hey hyung?”

“Yes Jinnie.” Chan moves over leaning on the back of the couch where the beta lays. 

“Could you… scent me into sub space too?” Hyunjin looks up at him deep in thought. “I don’t really need it but I want to know what it feels like.” 

“I can do that for you sometime yeah.” Chan nods. “But if you’re not needing it right now then it’s best to keep you here. It’ll already be hard enough having two omegas in sub space to deal with.”

“That’s okay.” Hyunjin smiles. “I was thinking more of doing it when we go back home so I’m somewhere I know and am more comfortable in.” 

“Sounds perfect baby.”

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Write whatever you think the biggest red and green flags are for all brother

Would be fun I think :)

Your writing is nice, I have no clue what to request but wish to read more, so hope this will do <3

AHHHHH OMG GREAT QUESTION

Thank you so much! Here ya go for the brothers 🥰 let me know if you want the other characters! I’ll go hc route and also in game lore of that’s alright (talking about chats/cards/lessons)

Also these are my personal feelings, if you have different opinions or ideas please share them in the comments! One of the reasons I post is to hear from y’all so I greatly appreciate it! …also I know they are red flags but idc I love them LMAO

Obey me brothers green and red flags

Lucifer

GREEN FLAGS

Responsibility and being to take control of a situation is a big thing for me 😭

Love me a man who takes charge when things get crazy

MANNERS ie holding the door, walking with you on the inside of the sidewalk

His ability to watch your emotions and to know how your feeling just by looking at you

ITS CANON at the end of obey me he pep talked us to go out with all those people watching us

Love for his family 😫 it’s literally so cute

Having Cerberus and taking care of him

RED FLAGS

I will start this by saying luci is my MAN I love him dearly

The wedding event with Lucifer gave me the ICK

So what your not gonna do is tell me how I decorate my wedding! Like yes give me your opinion but you cannot take over my dream 🙄✋

I feel like he would want to see my wedding dress before the ceremony and I would snap

I feel like he would make me feel dumb sometimes

The whole “you humans don’t understand” thing he does sometimes

But I love my old man NEXT

Mammon

GREEN FLAGS

Remembering things you like/dislike

Canon has the closest relationship with you

Definitely knows any allergies/conditions you have and how to deal with them

Funny I LOVE a sense of humor

Dresses nice

Loves spoiling you

PROTECTIVEEEE

RED FLAGS

I the whole greed thing but if this man stole from me I’d freak

Especially if it was something special idk if I’d recover

His ability to lie

Don’t get me wrong he’s not great at it but I still don’t like it HAHA

Levi

GREEN FLAGS

Being able to sew and make costumes! Shows an eye for detail

Being so into anime and video games I like people with hobbies

As a sailor moon girly I LOVE that he’s in to ruri chan I’d probably be obsessed too

Having a pet and taking care of it!! Shows responsibility and I like that

Sense of humor (I feel like I’d be the only one laughing at his meme jokes and I love that)

RED FLAGS

Y’all know what I’m gonna say

INSECURITY

Like I feel like I’d have to yell at him all the time for dogging on himself all the time and we couldn’t have a proper discussion about our relationship without him being like “IM SORRY IM THE WORST PERSON EVER”

Silly lil guy let me cuddle you

Satan

SMART

Reads books (hobby)

Super into cats and doesn’t care who knows it

Canon he helps you with your homework just to be nice

RESPONSIBLE (when he’s not causing trouble lmao)

He really is the brother with the best ability to control his sin. He really tries his best to keep his cool and I really love that

Def has manners and will pull your chair out at dinner 😫✋

RED FLAGS

His resentment towards Lucifer

HEAR ME OUT

Like I totally understand his feelings. Bros been through a LOT and deserves a lot of grace considering his sin and what that entails

But y’all are BROTHERS you can’t be destroying the entire house every time someone slightly compares you to him

But then you have to ask how much can he help it? I’m sure logically he knows it’s not okay but he can’t help it… this is hard HAHA

But that’s all love my cute lil cat boy

ASMO

IM SO SORRY I FORGOT maybe he’s so perfect it got difficult LMAO

GREEN FLAGS

I feel like when his brothers are fighting he’s always one to try to stop them and get them to talk it out

Him taking care of himself! Always dressing and looking nice I like that 🥰

Not afraid to cry!

Knows how to talk in a social setting (I’m awkward af)

Confidence in general! (We love a self assured boy)

RED FLAGS

Parties too much. Not that I don’t trust him going out without me I just don’t trust anyone else

As someone who’s not skinny and doesn’t have clear skin to have someone who basically looks like Aphrodite FLIP when they get one pimple would send me over the edge

If we lived together (in our own place) he’d be a bathroom hog and I couldn’t handle that

But UGH hes my second highest intimacy in both games I love that he’s dramatic and crazy HAHA

Beel

SOOO SWEET

Emotionally intelligent

In most situations he just wants everyone to be happy and to resolve any conflict by talking it out

Loves hugs AHHH 😫💕

Loves sports and working out! (Hobbies)

STRONG

TALL

RED FLAGS

This is so hard LMAO

Him eating my food would be upsetting tho. And it’s canon that he does it to the brothers so there’s a chance he clears the kitchen and your foods in there

As someone who’s autistic and won’t eat anything unless it’s a certain thing I feel that would throw me over the edge

And like food rages are CRAZY but it’s like his sin so just like Satan I get it

Belphegor

GREEN FLAGS

Smart! Canon he gets everything right on his tests even tho he sleeps!

Loves astronomy (hobbies!)

LOVE his relationship with beel so sweet

Protective 🥰 of everyone! His friends, his family, you!

Not afraid to speak his mind! Love self assurance

Y’all THOUGHT I’d put him sleepy in red flags but NO I love naps so I feel him

RED FLAGS

ALWAYS WHINING

God he has such youngest sibling Syndrom but I can’t really say that when I am also a youngest sibling who also whines all the time HAHA

Kinda mean spirited but that’s our emo Boy for ya

You love him because he’s a lil grumpy guy who’s also adorable

BRB while I ignore these red flags HAHA

[hungharrington]

Honestly this was SO GOOD because it’s like…. It’s so so true that Steve wants to get married. Like I feel it in my bones that even if his partner is okay with marrying, even if it’s with the girliest girl around, he is the one that spends days and days daydreaming about the wedding, about getting married, about a big house with a garden for the kids. I think once he finds his happiness he’s just so in love with love

sorry i’m so late to answering this! but ur so absolutely correct!

he’s the one who if you thumb through his notebook or schoolbooks he has your initials written on every page in a heart :’) like a lovesick puppy fr! like he never got what his friend’s dad meant when he used to say ‘the ol’ ball and chain’ referring to their wives or why tommy used to slag off about how carol wanted to spend sooo much time with him and didn’t respect boys time because he’s. straight up not wired that way. he’s like the love of my life? are you kidding me i’d blow off any plans to hangout with them - half of your makeouts that lead to something more intimate start when steve starts absentmindedly talking about how the place would look if you guys lived here together, your things mixed with his- and if you had a dog, what kinda of gate you would have to put in to keep it from getting out and also ofc it’s an investment for if you ever wanted to have a child but really if you did, you should move to a better house with a nice garden to have so much space and you interrupt his rambling to be like, “steve… do you just, like, daydream and plot our future out?” and he gazes up at you, honey eyed and with a dopey smile, like, “yeah? don’t you?” he’s so loverboy and he doesn’t even realise not everyone is that obsessed with love as he is 😭

[dough09]

Mini Highland Cows

 incase you don’t know who they are, PLEASE look them up. THEY ARE SUPER CUTE.         Also instagram is infected by them (for valid reasons!)... at least my page Itoshi sae x reader Summary: You are obsessed with the fluffy mini highland cows on social media so you make a presentation for Sae, just to persuade me. Yet he just won't budge... or will he? plus he learns that you've been spying on him uNinteNTionAllY

Sae knew you were chronically online. Oh yes, he had experience too. His PR team constantly mentioned that you shouldn’t post so much about his private life, so you stopped. By stopping you just went in the shadows and posted pictures on a private account no one except you and Sae knew about.

Naturally by spending most of your time there your feed swarmed with cute and fluffy cows. Each time you at least send Sae about 30 posts. Daily. You obsessed over them while talking about nothing with him.

Begging him to get one for you also became part of the usual, same old routine. Yet he never complied. He said it’s a hassle and he won’t keep an animal in his apartment. Let alone a cow.

It didn’t matter if you wanted a dog, a cat, a parrot, or even a fish. He always mumbled that “It’s a hassle, and who's gonna feed them? You?” He knew that eventually it’d be his responsibility to clean its dirty stuff away, take care of them etc. You’d just give them all the love.

So when today you didn’t let him into the house unless he got you a cow he got really ticked off. He already had a long and shitty day, and now you. He loved you dearly but your absurd ideas often annoyed him.

“Say you’ll get me one!! Pleasee” you looked at him with puppy eyes. “No.” he tried pushing you out of his way. “You seriously won’t let me go inside my home? Just to be clear, I’m paying for this place..parasite.” He glared. Not meaning half of those words. “That’s mean.”

He only shrugged and picked you up to finally come in. “Try and persuade me then- to get you that cow-” What he didn’t expect was a full on presentation in the living room. “Why is getting a mini, warm, soft and cute Highland cow is totally worth it” so the title read.

He took a deep breath knowing this will be a long few minutes. He prayed it won’t be hours. It’s also useless, he will never give in, maybe to a smaller animal yes, but not to a cow.

“So first of all, their appearance should speak for itself- but that never made you excited, sooo here’s a few fun facts. These highland cows can produce milk- only a few gallons, so less than their bigger cousins but you can make cheese and butter from it…” So on and so forth. You rambled like this was the day of your life.

He swore he felt his eyelids closing at one point. The videos you showed did make him smile a little, but it wasn’t enough. “Say, cariño, do you really want to lock a cow here? In this apartment? Without grass and only a few “edible” flowers? Do you really think he’d be happy here?” He countered. Always wanted to ask you that but he was worried it might really make you upset- and he couldn't bear to see you cry. But dire situations, call for dire measures.

“W-well…that’s.. I’ll take him for walks-” “You want to take a cow, on walks? In Madrid?” 

Silence. Utter silence filled the room. He raised his brow expecting an answer while knowing you can’t.

“I mean no.. but then- then promise me to get a cow when we move-” “Who said we are moving?” he squinted his eyes suspiciously. “I saw your phone- and I saw.. houses” He sighed. “When did you go through it?” “I didn’t!!! I just…saw.” He nodded like he never believed a word.

“Whatever, we are moving because some fans discovered this place, only a few streets down though.” “oh..sorry.” “You are hopeless, don’t say sorry for such trivial things, it was bound to happen.” He opened his arms and gestured for you to come closer.

You sat onto his lap and he enveloped you into his chest. After a few seconds of embracing each other you spoke. “Soo…can I have a cow?” “Sure.” “but- WAIT WHAT? REALLY?!” “Obviously not. Look I had a long day, I’m exhausted, I came home and you are annoying me.” 

“Sorry Sae” “Yeah it’s not that I care just…”

“Fine, no need to get a cow.” He rolls his eyes and hides a smile into your neck. “Can I still have a cat?” you mumbled softly. “Y/N” he groaned.

[floralhuqzz]

Mine, Not Yours (Joe Goldberg x reader(fem)

(Chapter 2: The Window)

MASTERLIST

⸻

I come home to Love.

The sound of Henry cooing. The scent of something too organic cooking on the stove. The life I built. The life I chose. The life I’m supposed to want.

“Hey babe,” Love calls from the kitchen, eyes glowing like she’s proud to be domestic. Like she hasn’t crushed skulls for love. Like she’s healed.

She kisses me and I kiss her back, and for a moment, I pretend.

I pretend I didn’t spend the afternoon with you. That I didn’t memorize the way you held your coffee like it was the only warmth you’d known all week. That I didn’t hang onto every word you said—your dreams, your disappointments, your laugh.

I pretend I didn’t think about your lips.

I pretend a lot these days.

But pretending gets harder the longer I stay in this house.

“Everything okay?” Love asks as she spoons something quinoa-based into a bowl.

“Yeah,” I lie. “Long day.”

She nods, believing me. Why wouldn’t she? I’ve been so good lately. So present.

Except I’m not here.

Not really.

Because you’re out there.

Somewhere.

And tonight, I can’t sleep. Again. Surprise, surprise.

I sit in the room upstairs. The “office.” The one with the creaky floors and peeling paint. Love wants to renovate. She wants to fill it with nursery toys and dreams I don’t share.

I sip cold tea and stare out the window. This window doesn’t look like much. Just some trees. A streetlamp. And then—

There.

You.

What?

You’re right there. A few meters across. Second floor. A mirror image of mine. Your curtains are wide open. Lights warm and soft behind you. You’re pulling your hair up, your silhouette framed like art in motion.

You don’t know I’m watching.

You don’t mean to be doing this. Right?

Or do you?

No. No, of course not.

You don’t know we’re neighbors. Yet.

Fate’s funny like that. It likes to throw me lifelines disguised as red flags. It likes to test me.

I lean forward, careful not to make a sound. You move away from the window, but I see enough. Just a glimpse of your world. Your walls lined with books. Your bed half-made. A coffee mug by your laptop. One I watched you sip from hours ago.

Are you writing? Journaling? Maybe you’re thinking of me, too.

Or maybe not.

But that doesn’t matter.

Because this?

This changes everything.

We’re neighbors.

That means I don’t have to follow you anymore. You’ve come to me.

And that has to mean something.

No more “accidental” encounters. No more guesswork.

Now I can really learn who you are.

Now I can protect you.

Now I can get close… slowly.

Naturally.

Perfectly.

You have no idea I’m just a window away.

And that’s what makes this so exciting.

So deliciously dangerous.

So inevitable.

⸻

The next morning tastes like obsession.

Love is in the kitchen humming something soft, feeding Henry mashed banana like this is a normal life. It’s not. Not when you are on the other side of this house. A few feet. A few fragile walls between me and the one thing I shouldn’t want.

I barely slept. How could I? You were right there—your light, your movement, the shape of your world dancing just behind that open window.

And now, it’s morning.

And I hear you.

Your voice floats over the fence. You’re laughing. Talking on the phone maybe. The kind of carefree sound that cuts through the air like a blade.

I peek through the slats of the wooden gate in the backyard, pretending to water a dead plant Love swears she can revive. And there you are. Standing just on the other side, your back to me. No makeup. Oversized sweatshirt. Hair messy and perfect.

You live there.

Right there.

So close I could count the freckles on your shoulder if you turned around.

I shouldn’t talk to you.

I should go back inside.

But I don’t.

Instead, I do something harmless.

I toss a book. Over the fence. Not one I care about. One I planted, just for this. A softcover, dog-eared Hemingway. Something that wouldn’t hurt if it landed wrong. Something just believable enough.

It hits the grass with a soft thud.

You jump, spinning around.

“Hello?”

Your voice again. Closer.

I wait. Two seconds. Three. Then I make my move. Slowly. Naturally.

I crack open the gate like I’m surprised. Like this is some kind of accident.

“Oh—hey,” I say, brows raised, playing dumb like a seasoned liar. “Sorry, did something land over there?”

You bend down and pick up the book, flipping it over in your hands. Your eyes meet mine. And I see the moment it clicks.

“You’re the guy from the bookstore,” you say, a small, surprised smile pulling at your lips.

Caught.

But not in the bad way.

In the perfect way.

“Joe,” I say again, stepping closer. “Didn’t realize we were neighbors.”

You laugh, holding up the book. “You throw books over fences often, Joe?”

I fake a sheepish grin. “Only the ones I don’t like.”

And there it is. That silence again. That flicker of curiosity in your eyes.

This isn’t a coincidence anymore.

This is fate.

And you have no idea how far I’ll go to make sure it stays that way.

You’re still standing there. Holding the book like it’s more than paper. Like it’s a key.

To me.

To this.

“I guess this means I owe you a new one,” you tease, glancing down at the Hemingway. You don’t know yet that I own three extra copies. That I picked this one because I knew the spine would crack just right when you touched it.

“Or maybe I’ll lend you something better,” I say, stepping just close enough to smell your shampoo. Vanilla and storm clouds.

You shift your weight and smile, playful. Unaware.

“I won’t say no to book recommendations from the guy who runs a whole bookstore.”

God. You make it too easy.

“Deal,” I say. “Come by whenever. I’ll put something aside for you.”

Your eyes squint a little, studying me. Not in a suspicious way. Not yet. Just curious. Interested.

“I still haven’t finished the last list you made.”

Of course you haven’t. That list wasn’t made to be finished. It was bait. A door I left open.

And you walked through.

“I could curate something new,” I offer. “Tailored. To you.”

You laugh softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. The same way you did when we first met. And it kills me. That something so small could feel so intimate.

“I like the sound of that,” you say. “I guess I’ll see you soon, neighbor.”

And then—just like that—you walk back to your side of the fence.

My pulse slows, but my thoughts spin faster.

You’re in my orbit now.

A neighbor. A routine. A reason to step outside.

And I tell myself again:

This isn’t stalking.

This isn’t obsession.

This is fate.

And fate doesn’t knock.

It throws a book over the fence.

⸻

[valuunit]

after midnight

summary: some steamy sex after dancing at the club with harry in his frat era.

title because im obsessed with chapelle roan, as you should

Content: She/her pronouns. smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hair pulling, using a tie as a way to muffle sound ;), oral (m receiver), finguer fucking, clothed sex?, oh, a photo taken during sex, this oc is really stupid and horny, don’t show you’re face in an explicit pic of yourself wit someone new. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there’s any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

y/n

why did i agree to this? jesus, this is the shitiest-

“y/n, my miracle is here!” the strong mature voice of Patricia sends shivers down my spine.

“hi” i quietly say, accepting her hug.

“here, i want you to met someone.”

fuck. social interaction.

i’m so so tired for this, i just want to pet my beautiful dog and sleep cuddling with him.

“Michael! here she is, y/n, y/n that’s Michael Young, owner of the record label i told you.” she whispers the last bit. my attitude automatically changes, another rich man who wants more money.

a very well preserved old man turns around, he’s like the definition of daddy if i were attracted to him, he gives me a gentle handshake. “nice to meet you miss, i’ve heard great things about you.”

“thanks, it’s very nice to meet you too.” after that he kisses Patricia’s cheek and excuses himself, promising to get back a little later.

“well, that didn’t go as planned.”

i chuckled. “maybe in a bit will go better, he said he was coming back”

“that’s the equivalent of a guys promising you he’s calling you back after fucking.”

“oh, then forget about it, let’s drink!” i smile eyeing the open bar.

“you do you, honey, i’ll be here if you need me.”

“okay mother, thanks.” i love that woman even if she’s in my monthly payroll.

“love ya.”

i pass some people, looking for the edge of the bar, and fortunately it was empty. “hi, can i take an old fashioned, please?” the bar tender nodded. life like this is kinda good.

harry

“that girl, she’s fit.” louis said.

oh i know lou, i’ve been watching her since she stepped in the club.

“who?” niall said genuinely curious to look at a cute girl.

“there, in the leather jacket at the edge of the table.” louis kept trying to get a better look at her.

“you should go talk to her.” niall says after also looking.

“i think that harry’s job here, he’s been drooling here for her.”

“what?, no, i didn’t even saw her before you mentioned her.” you fucking liar. you even know her name and music.

“okay, then i’ll take the word from nialler here and go count that lady.” you’re a good player louis, but not the best.

he’s testing me to push myself to go there.

“no, not at all.” i simply reply.

“ehh! louis, louis, louis!” niall cheers.

and there he goes, confident steps but playing with his hands.

y/n

i feel a pair of eyes on my back, i try not to think to much about it, i’m here to enjoy myself not to pay attention for others.

“hi” a particular voice says.

i don’t reply, maybe it’s not for me, i don’t want to embarrass me.

“hey, you like it old fashioned?, you’re like a dad?” okay, maybe that is for me.

“yeah, i probably have someone pregnant rounding around the world. i’m at that stage of my life.” i simply replied.

they laughed “i might like you. i’m louis, nice to meet ya”

“hi, y/n” this is louis tomlinson, one of the most famous boys at the moment. if this was happening a couple of years ago i would probably pass out, but i’ve slowly realized that doesn’t matter you ‘status’, you should be treated as kindly and respectful as anyone.

“aren’t you going to invite me a drink?” he says offended, playin, obviously.

“yeah, because i’m the one who approached” i said smiling. “what would you like? it’s on me.”

“oh, becoming my sugar mommy, i get it. i’ll get a shot, tequila.”

“yeah, the free aspect does play a roll here.” he laughs again and looks to where he came from. “four shots of tequila please, extra lime.”

“two rounds, i for sure like you now.” he immediately takes one of the caballito, waiting for me.

“i was just hopping you’d get pleased with that and leave.” i also take one, he hums and aproches for slice of lime.

“damn, that’s tough, if you want me to leave you’re not going to achieve it giving me drinks.” he talks quickly, then proceeds to cheer and gut down the little but dangerous liquid. i follow.

“oof, party animal, aren’t ya?” a deep and also british voice comes in.

“harry!, your finally came, i thought i was gonna stay here all night mate.” he looks at me “not that i would mind”

i completely turn around to look at a curly haired guy, he’s also really handsome, and how not? he’s harry styles.

“ah, yeah, thanks man, see you?” his confused comment makes me laugh.

“yeah, whatever you say. it was really nice to meet you, y/n, hope we can finish this round one day.” he pats the back of his friend and gets out. damn, what the fuck.

“am, i’m really sorry ‘bout that, i’m harry though, you’re y/n?”

“yeah, no it’s fine, if you want you can finish the shots with me?” i say also confused, he looks so nervous and i don’t know why, i'm not that scary am i?

“sure, thanks.” and it becomes silent. well, the conversation with louis was better, that’s for sure.

we swallow the drinks and when i reach out for the fruit i find his hands in the same one i was about to grab, i quickly change my election, and he does as well, i laugh at the awkwardness. he smiles at that.

“i heard your album. it’s amazing.”

“what? you’ve heard my album.” a say fascinated while sucking the last bit of sour liquid.

“what? are you surprised i listen to good music?” he smiled and smooths his chin.

“i wouldn’t say that, i just thought it didn’t reached that many people for you to listen to it.”

“what do you mean? it’s hit after hit, it’s really popular.”

“well, i don’t often look at the logistics of it. but thanks, i wasn’t really sure about it, nor my record label i almost got dropped.”

“well, they’re losers, it’s great.” he smiles and i also do, it’s really nice to heard that from someone who doesn’t know me, it feels genuine.

“i feel like i have to return the compliment but i haven’t heard 1D in like one year, ahm, i really love c’mon c’mon.” he and i laugh.

“yeah, i don’t blame you.” he suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“i’m really sorry.” i try to read his eyes, he was looking at a light above, but now his eyes are back on mine, he doesn’t look as happy as some people seem when they talk about something the love, like music. “you’re not satisfied, are you?”

“you could say that in a lot of aspects.” he smirks.

“okay, i don’t wanna hear it.” i say laughing nervously.

“let’s not talk about this depressing stuff. wanna dance?”

“sure, i’d love to.”

he takes my hand to make sure i don’t get lost in the crowd, he pauses for a second to give louis a warning look when he makes quiet wolf whistles.

“he’s an idiot, sorry.”

“i figured, no problem.”

promiscuous is blasting across the club, this song is sexy and i’m with a sexy guy, i must be a little sexy.

i’m against his chest, the room between our bodies is none, and the space we have to dance is limited, but we can make it work.

i see him starting to sway his shoulders first, trying to get used to the beat. i put my arms on his obliques, also starting to sway my hips, looking at his chest tattoos.

his hands go under my leather jacket and stay in between my hips and my waist, following me. i hear him pant, his mouth is slightly parted and his forehead falls to mine.

“can i take this?” he grabs the tie that hangs loosely in my neck, trying to distract himself for the erection i feel near my left hip.

“sure” we separate out heads and he puts it around his neck, the red looks good on him.

harry

she’s the hottest, most gorgeous person i’ve met.

her lips are as bright as the tie i just grabbed from her beautiful neck, i really want to kiss her. but maybe she’s not into me in that way.

“fuck, how are you so hard, a minute has hardly passed” her voice is deeper than before. i feel slightly embarrassed, but also no.

“that’s the reaction my body has with you.” i say honestly. some say that fake it till you make it, and that what i’m gonna do, fake confidence, maybe it’ll let me somewhere good.

she hums and looks at me in the eyes, to the lips and back at my eyes, with a bright smile and a dark look.

she grabs the tie, pulling me to her, we’re centimeters apart. when i’m about to kiss her she speaks.

“may i kiss you?” she whispers. this might be the hottest thing she’s done so far, or maybe the tie thing it’s.

“of fucking course.”

y/n

this kiss is as alex turner would say, were teeth collide.

is desperate, full of the sexual tension we’ve managed to build, and i couldn’t want it any other way.

we dance, grind, kiss and even moan, at least me, for what seems like the entire night, but when we take our make out session to the back of the building it seems like it barely 12 in the morning.

“jesus, love, i would love to take you home.” he says between wet neck kisses, all i reply is a fervent nod.

after that i feel his warm and big hand on my cheek, making me look at him, then is when i reply with actual words. “we can go back to my place, it not far and it’s alone.” i smile.

“you sure?”

“yeah, if you want.” he smiles and pecks my lips, i don’t know why his hand here makes me wanna melt against it.

“of course, love. it’s better than a shared hotel room.”

“yeah, probably.”

we decide to walk, it’s like i said not far away. the walk was definitely less heated, but it was something.

he asked if he could borrow my purse or my jacket to hide his boner, i laughed so much at that. but the outfit ended up amazingly on him, with the red tie and the also red small bag in his hands contrasting with his all black base.

as soon as i get home blake jumps, almost to the height of my head.

“i’m sorry, honey, i had somewhere to be.”

i think this might kill the mood, maybe not.

“who is this little bud?” harry asked when blake started sniffing his legs. i hang my jacket on a chair and take my purse from harry’s hand, leaving it in the same spot.

“blake, i hope he doesn’t bother you.”

“what, how could he.” he kneeled petting his puffy black hair. “right bud?, you’re adorable” blake turned into his back, to get some love in his belly.

okay, this is really cute, i feel bad for getting wet at the sight of him like this, being sweet to my dog.

“want a drink?, water, vodka, tequila?”

“no, i’m fine. i would prefer to get back were we left it.” blake has lost his interest on him and went to his bed.

“okay, you can go to my room, i’ll be there in a minute.” he looks around the house looking for the destination, “upstairs.” he nods and heads up. “blake. i have some… stuff to do, so please don’t cockblock me, please love, you’ll get a lot of treats tomorrow.” his ears move when he hears ‘treats’.

i grab a cushion from the couch and put it at the beginning of the stairs, hoping he can’t jump over it. “love ya, i’m really sorry if you hear something!” i whisper-scream.

getting near the door i smooth my skirt out and take may hair out of my face.

when i enter harry is sitting at the edge of my bed, he’s cheeks look very red now that i see them in a different light. i smile at him and he smiles at me.

“you look great in red. in your cheeks and my tie” i whisper as i sit in his lap.

“thanks, i might borrow it for another day.”

“you’re still, you know, hard?” i say almost laughing at how cringe that sounded to me.

“you’re wet?” he says. i nod, desperate to kiss him. “perfect.”

his hands crawls up my knee, ass and thigh, reaching my underwear, which was very much soaked.

“i feel flattered, love, i haven’t touched you and look at this” he makes me stand in my knees and slides my panties down my legs, finally showing the mess i made. “we’re gonna keep the skirt if that’s fine with you” i nod and he kisses me.

as soon as the kisses starts it becomes a kiss full of passion. he undoes my white shirt and i do the same with his black shirt.

he’s now laying down, his legs hanging from the bed and im right in top of him, my core against his belt, which feels weird in a good way.

i moan when he sits down, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it backwards. “your really pretty when you’re all flustered.”

he slides the shirt down my shoulders and for my bralette he slides it upwards, passing through my head.

“i feel like you have an advantage here.” i look down his opened shirt and pants, hell, he even has his shoes on.

“take whatever you want.” he smiles and kisses the in middle of my breasts.

i hug his neck with both of my arms, letting him please me with his kisses and bites in my chest.

he pays equal attention to both, i think he gave the same amount of bites to each, i don’t know, i was enjoying myself to much to care.

when i fell his mouth starting to separate from me i begin to go down his body, taking the tie and the shirt off, kissing his shoulder, chest, stomach and his boner from above the denim material.

he groans desperately but doesn’t move, just seats there with his hands on each side of his body. “you’re really a tease, baby.” he whispers.

“i think it will be worth it.” i say, quickly undoing his jeans and sliding off his boxer, leaving his cock free.

i think of what to do for a second, i could do a handjob or a blowjob, i finally decide in a hybrid.

i first take his length in my right hand, slowly feeling his body react, his legs move a bit and his body leans back. i then start to move down, making my eyes align with his crotch, and with my hand still in the base i start by wrapping my mouth at the tip. his makes a beautiful sharp gasp.

“god’s fucking sake.” he decides to look down at me, looking deep into my eyes.

harry

her eyes are gonna be the death of me. she can look evil but also innocent. and that makes me want to take her right now and leave her dumb fucked.

my dick disappears in her mouth, over and over again, i don’t know how she manages to keep a consistent move in her hands and in her mouth, including her tongue and her head. the guitar must help her multitasking abilities.

“love, t-that s-sss amazing. ah, but i w-won’t last a lot longerr and i will like to do sooo… much m-more with y-ya…”

she gets my dick out of her mouth, god that’s so dirty, an i love it. but yeah, she does so, chuckling a bit with a sense of pride, some drool goes down her chin, she’s perfect.

“okay, next time i guess.” fuck yeah, hopefully.

“now it’s my turn” she come back up, sitting her naked clit into my semi, this little minx jumped into my dick, and she knows it, she smiles.

“sorry.”

“you’re not.” i smile.

“no, i’m not.” she smiles.

“but you will.” i grab her hips from under the washed denim mini skirt and switched our position, leaving her laying down on her chest and me above her, looking at the greatest fucking view; her face was looking at me over her shoulder, he naked back and her skirt rolled up, leaving nothing to the imagination, her ass was in perfect alignment with my eyes.

i decided to be a little wild and spank her, she moaned, but i quickly turned to look at her “was that okay?”

“yeah… fucking perfect.” she moaned more.

“who would’ve thought…” i say, giving her another one, this one harder, making her cheeks giggle.

i pull her skirt even further, and also pulled from her hips to make her stick her ass up, giving me better access to her clit. i begin caressing her outer lips, soft touches to get her desperate and my fingers getting lubricated.

i inserted one of them, the ring finger to be specific. she moans softly, pushing her hips back. “more…”

“patience, love, want to cherish the moment.” but i do what she says, i enter another and begin to diversify my movements. when i get to a specific and wet point i feel her body shake.

“t-t… there.” she sighs “right therrre.” she purrs.

she looks so angelic like this: baby hairs stick to her sweaty forehead, eyes closed, mouth open full or profane sounds, i also see her stimulating her breasts, just like she could read my mind.

when i put my third finger in i feel her lips stretch, so i turn my hand, she screams at my move. “shh… we don’t want to scare blake, or anyone for that matter. would hate for someone to interrupt, right?”

“mhm” she opens her eyes, they are watering now, i don’t know whether to worry or to be turned on.

“everything okay there, baby?” i ask pulling her hair to the side to look at her fully.

“gr-great!” she sights when i touch her newly founded button.

i feel some more palpitating, some more stretching and i see her jaw being clenched. she’s close.

“you’re getting there, aren’t you?”

“yess! i’m goo…” sight “gonna cum.” her hips push against my hand, i took my index finger out because it felt like i couldn’t move my hand at all.

“patience baby, let it all out” i groan at her cunt stretching around my hand.

she screams my name, might be my new favorite sound of all time. it’s a mix of a hoarse and sweet voice.

she stops moving her hips i see a bit of liquid being thrown against my still moving hand, she squirted. i try really hard not to cum also.

she pants and groans. one hand reaches to mine, telling me to stop.

“good job, love” i slowly take my hand up and taste her discard. i then lean to kiss her cheek.

“want you inside of me” she whispers against the mattress.

“of course baby, just waiting for you to catch your breath at least.” i chuckle. she pouts but stays still.

“i’m fine. i just want you to fuck me.” she looks at me undress completely. biting her lip as she check me out.

“ouch, wouldn’t thought you’ll just use me like that, love, thought this was real.” i say jokingly offended and also a bit nervous. maybe this is just a one night thing, and i wouldn’t like it to end like this.

“maybe it is, but i would really like you to fuck me good so i can consider you as a potential candidate.”

nice answer, miss y/n.

“fine, firstly, do you have any condoms?” she sakes her head no.

“i’ve got iud and clean. if you’re up and clean we can make it raw.” she says nonchalantly.

“fucking hell” i go to kiss her mouth, gripping her cheek harshly, “i’ll make you scream really loud, so i think we could put this to some more use”, i say taking the tie from the floor.

she smiles, curious. i hover over her body again, pass the tie through her head to stop at her mouth, tightening it.

“wow” she barely says.

“you can grip me at the arm of you want to stop, okay?” she nods. “show me” she takes my forearm and tightens her grip around it two times. “good girl.” i kiss her cheek again.

i look down, she still has that fucking skirt i hope every time she uses it she remembers who fucked her in that, i direct my dick into her clit. i soak my tip into her cum and wetness.

and finally i enter, our mouth open at the contact, i thrust slowly and fully, i stay there “goodness, this is g-ood.” i whisper in her ear, she moans quietly.

“look at me angel.” she deserves the nickname. i could take a picture of this obscene and artistic piece. “can i take a picture?, i promise ill protect it with my life…”

she hesitates a bit, but when she looks at me in the eyes she nods “yeah”.

i lean over to the bedside table, take my phone and quickly snap one time.

“move?” she says.

“as you wish.” i let my phone slide off my hand and focused solely on her.

i put one hand next to her face , the other went to her hip. giving me the base i need to get her good.

my hips roll against hers, looking at her face to her ass and back and forth.

i quickly gain a fast, hard and pleasing pace.

she hides her face into the pillow and grips the bedsheets tightly. her muffled moans and screams, my groans and screams and the sound of our bodies colliding is the only sound i listen to, and maybe in a 1 mile radius.

“doing good, l-love?” i ask her, my breathing is shaky, maybe not that sexy.

“mhm.” she turn her face to look at me “y-yesh…”

“look so fricking good like this…” i wished i could look at her full face.

she screams something that sounds like my name, and i know i need to she her climaxing around my dick.

“we’re g-gonna turn…” groan “you around, ‘right?”

“yeahyeahyeah” she said.

“h-hug, hug your leg darling.” i pat her left leg , she struggles a bit but makes it. with the force i have i turn her almost limb body.

she moans when her back hits the mattress and i thrust into her faster, while kissing her face, she entangles both her hands in my hair, pulling. fuck.

“hmm. c-c… cum!” she sights into my neck.

thanks love, i wouldn’t like to burst before you.

“perfect. relax, baby…” i groan, struggling to keep that fast of a pace, she’s squeezing my dick so hard and i might come way too fast.

“ha… haffy!” she screams again.

“i’m cu…ming love.”

i feel her groaning at the overstimulation, so i give a final thrust and let it all out.

y/n

i’ve been talking with harry for probably 30 minutes, after last night fucking midblowing fuck i barely was awake, but harry made me change into some pajamas and then he changed the bedsheets. it was the best aftercare ever.

“would you like to go for a coffee later in the evening?” he says looking at me with his beautiful green eyes.

“yeah, as long as blake can come.” i say jokingly.

“of course, love, little man is always welcome.”

“see? that’s what makes me want you every day and every night!” i hit his chest lightly, he chuckles. “you can’t say shit like that, i’ll get attached.”

“is that something wrong?” he smiles. “i also want you, i really like you, and it might be too soon, but i would like to get to know you and be something else.”

“i would love that too.”