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bitten-fruit · 7 months

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price….. in a.. a.. cowboy hat

girl... you have no idea what you have done to me with this ask. Cowboy Price!?? I had so much fun with this, I might even do a part 2! I'm sorry this took me so long - I really hope you like it!!! ♡

18+ mdni - cw: chasing, spanking - 3.2k words

John Price owns the ranch that neighbours your father's. You've got a habit of climbing the fence between them, snooping around Mr Price's property and leaving traces of your misbehaviour behind. This time, he catches you.

Here’s part 2!

Daddy had warned you about wandering onto Mr Price’s property. The lichen-coated fence that separated his land and your father’s spanned miles; carving through tall dry grass, through woods of oak and pine trees, over a bumbling shallow creek. It was easy enough to climb over, but there was one little gap in the barrier, where the splintering planks had fallen from their fastenings. Tucked under a towering cottonwood tree, hidden by the grass, it was easy to wander through as if it were more of your own land on the other side.

Mr Price was a reticent man. An arguably shadowy figure, who you might occasionally see on horseback up on the hilltops of his ranch, tan cattleman hat bowed as he surveyed his acreage. You had met him, once or twice, as a girl. Then, he was in his early twenties, tall and aloof. Eldest of three sons, all three of whom had enlisted and served, sent to fight a war whose nature you were oblivious to in your innocence. He had been absent for years, and once his father was taken by whatever cancer he chose not to treat, John was the only one of the three to return.

His father you had known, vaguely, only as a man that your father despised with an unwavering passion. Some daft rivalry, dating back long before you were born. Whatever enmity existed between old men had not quite been passed on to the last remaining son, it seemed – where there might have been out-and-out conflict, existed only cold disinterest.

Thus explained your intrigue. You found yourself strangely captivated by him, in a nosy sort of way, once he had finally come home. Suddenly bearded and jaded, no longer the bright-faced young man you had distantly remembered, he had picked up where his father had left off. He lived alone, as far as you were aware, in his inherited six-bedroom farmhouse, atop a five-thousand-acre piece of natural splendour. Don’t bother the man, daddy would tell you, he’s not our friend.

But you had always been at the mercy of your impish curiosity. You couldn’t help it. It was an impulse, a compulsion, to stick your fingers where they didn’t belong. You would habitually explore his acres when you came home from college. You’d peek into his empty old shacks, pet his mooing cattle, pick handfuls of wildflowers from his unkempt fields.

Sometimes you’d sneak into his stables. You’d coo at his horses, stroke their velvet snouts, feed them the flowers you had plucked with a smile. They had grown to like you, his sweet horses, you wished you could know their names. They probably liked you more than him, no doubt, the mysterious little neighbour that would sneak in at dusk and feed them treats.

But your most regular habit – one that had gotten you into trouble before – was your proclivity for picking bunches of glossy red cherries from his rows of fruiting cherry trees. The orchard was under-loved and weedy, but those glimmering little baubles of ruby were just too delightful to let fall to the grass and rot.

He had caught you, once, while your arms were stretched far above you, reaching among the droopy branches and floppy leaves to pick the brightest sun-ripened cherries. You had heard him yelling;

“Hey! I see you in there, missy!”

Lips stained red, slick with sweet juice, you gave him a puckish grin before you ran off like a rabbit and hopped back over the fence.

“There’ll be trouble next time I catch you over here, little lady,” he had roared after you, watching you clamber over the oaken planks, “You hear me?”

It didn’t stop you, of course, whatever threat he threw at you. If anything, it emboldened you. Now you meandered down the rows of cherry trees like they belonged to you, picking the prettiest ones, popping them behind your teeth and meticulously nibbling the flesh from the pit, spitting them into the grass as you moved onto the next.

You left a trail wherever you ventured. Little wet pits and green tooth-pick stalks in piles around the place; in stables, along pathways, among the cows. Sometimes you’d leave juicy red fingerprints on doorframes, on the planks of the fence, on horse snouts – perfectly incriminating.

Today was no different. You wandered in scuffing sandals along an old dirt road, green sprigs of grass almost covering it entirely. Some old route that settlers may have followed state to state, spotted occasionally with two-hundred-year-old milestones, ignored just enough to have been spared from crumbling to dust.

Shaded by a cottonwood, humming to yourself, you created a little tipi with your cherry stalks on the flat top of a mile marker. Balanced them carefully as you licked the fruity flesh from your teeth. And when a gentle breeze blew it over, scattering your creation, you leaned over the stone to pick them from the dry gravel around its base.

One, two, three, four…

At the familiar rumble of a truck trundling over dirt, you straighten your spine, palms resting on the edge of the milestone as you look over your shoulder. A dusty Chevy square-body had already coasted to a stop behind you, red paint faded and matte after a decade or two of proper use and neglect.

There he was, the enigmatic man, hanging his elbow out of the open window. Mr Price squinted through the glare of the afternoon sun, crow’s-feet pinching, eyes barely shaded by the cattleman he wore even inside his truck. Your throat bobbed with a swallow as you caught his eye; the flitter of adrenaline buzzed in your chest, toeing the line between nerves and excitement.

With a disapproving suck of his teeth, he grumbled at you, “What’d I tell you about catching you back here?”

Plucking the short skirt of your cotton dress downward, to cover where it had ridden up, you spun around to face him demurely.

“You said there’d be trouble,” you answered with a simper, shyly scratching the back of one hand with the fingernails of the other.

“Mhm,” he grunted in agreement, tapping the metal door with his palm. He flicked his head in gesture for you to make your way around to the passenger side. “Get in.”

A crease pulled between your brows as you frowned at him. “What for?”

“I’m takin’ you back to your daddy,” he barked, irate and impatient, “I’ve got some words for him, too.”

You absently kicked the rocky dirt with the heel of your sandal, pouting at him. “What words would those be?”

With a snort, he rocked his head to peer out of his windshield, then back to you. “To keep a fuckin’ handle on his daughter.”

“Don’t think there’s anything you could tell him that he hasn’t already tried,” you mumbled, attempting to subtly flick the handful of cherry stalks you had collected to the ground.

He chuckled at that, breathy and hoarse, a hint of frustration in his throat. “I believe that,” he scoffed, “c’mon. In. Don’t make me ask again.”

You chewed on your lip, squinting in challenge as you stood up straight. “Or what?”

Glowering at you for a moment, his nostrils flared in frustration, as he seemed to swallow what must have been an inappropriate retort. Instead, his arm retracted through his window, and following the thud of the handle he swung open the door with his forearm.

With a hop he landed in the dirt, dust rising from under his well-worn leather boots. You hadn’t seen him up close in as long as you could remember, and Christ, how he towered over you. It may well have been the looming shadow of his sizzling anger that made him seem so daunting, so delightfully thrilling. You felt the shiver of gooseflesh tingle down the nape of your neck as you tilted your head to look up at him, sheepishly watching his steady approach.

“You’ll be in more trouble than I will if you lay a hand on me,” you spat, with a faint curl in your lips, almost daring.

He gazed down the bridge of his nose at you, wearing a snide and thin smirk, curled under his dense beard. But as his gaze raked you up and down, his sneer shifted quickly into a pout of disapproval, eyes caught on your chest.

“Care to explain this?” He queried severely, wide hand reaching for you; you leaned back further against the milestone behind you as if it might evade him. With his fingers he pinched the cream linen of your blouse, and for a moment you feared he was peering down the gap - brazenly inspecting your bare breasts underneath.

But, no, he instead curled the fabric between his fingers to show you the bright red stain dribbled down the front of your dress.

Oops. Your gut reaction was to giggle, yet unsure whether to admit guilt or feign ignorance.

As you parted your lips to speak, his judging hand suddenly moved to your face; a hold of your chin with a thumb and hooked finger. Piercing glare glued to your lips, his eyes sunk into a defeated ire, shadowed under the brim of his cattleman.

Your tongue writhed behind your teeth, heart thumping in your throat; as he tilted your head up and to the side. He used his other thumb to wipe your bottom lip, pointedly slowly, from the corner to the centre.

“You’re a little thief,” he gritted, dropping your head and peering at the red smear of juice on the pad of his thumb. “Aren’t you.”

Were you scared of him? It was hard to distinguish your fluttering heartrate between terror and thrill – perhaps a touch of both. Because you didn’t know him. You couldn’t trust him. You had no basis to assume he wouldn’t club you with a closed fist and throw you in the back of his pickup. But you felt the tingle his touch left behind on your lip. You got stuck on his pinched blue eyes, the glare of the sun reflecting off your dress illuminating them like they glowed from within.

“No I’m not,” you muttered, readjusting your dress after he left creases in the low neckline.

“And a liar?” He scoffed, as he grabbed one of your wrists – lifting your hand to reveal the sticky burgundy juice under your fingernails, red drips dried in your palm. “You’re covered in evidence, missy.”

Snatching your hand from him, you crossed your arms in petulance. “It’s not stealing if you don’t use it.”

“The fuck it isn’t,” he snapped, hooking his hands onto his hips. “Now get in the goddamn truck.”

“I can walk home,�� you grumbled, “you’re not the boss of me.”

Huffing in anger, he leaned forward – looming over you with a domineering lour. “While you’re trespassing on my property – yes I am.”

Glaring up at him from under your brow, you nibble at the inside of your lip as you pouted at him. “What’re you gonna do if I don’t go with you. Kidnap me?”

He tilted his head, shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve got some rope in the truck,” he gruffly warned, “you gonna make me use it?”

Did you imagine the glint in his eye? Did you make up the lascivious quip in his tone? Whether or not it was dreamt, it plucked a coy smirk in your lips.

He was daring you, wasn’t he? Goading you to challenge him.

So with a glistening smile you reached for his cattleman hat – plucked it from his head, and swiftly placed it on your own. Too big to sit properly, you perched it on the back of your head so that you could still see out from under the brim.

“Hey!” He barked, lunging to snatch it back from you – but you bolted, kicking off your sandals, ducking under his arm and sprinting across the dirt road. Through the field of grass and dry wildflowers, you bounded like a deer. “Fuck’s sake.”

Holding his hat in place, you peeked over your shoulder in your escape, and he was swiftly in pursuit.

“God dammit, girl, you get back here!” He roared – already closing the distance. You hadn’t expected a man as bulky as him to sprint as fast as he was, charging after you like a grizzly.

You only giggled, leaping over fallen logs and stray planks of wood, weaving between the tall white oaks that littered his prairies.

“If you get so much as a dent in that hat I’ll fuckin’–”

“You’ll what?” You squealed through a grin, holding the skirt of your short dress in a fist against your hips, to allow your legs to sprint in full stride.

You heard him grunt, close to a growl, as he encroached on you. “You’ll be in big fuckin’ trouble!”

Breathless, panting, you failed to think of any witty response as you dashed towards one of the many stables on his expansive property – this one devoid of horses or livestock, simply a storage building for stacks of haybales and racks of tools. You’d perused it before. He might have found more discarded cherry pits in there.

He was behind you already, as you barrelled through the ajar stable door, stumbling into the centre of the dishevelled space. Illuminated only by the cracks of glowing sunlight that broke through gaps in the plywood boards, you stood amongst dust and scattered hay. You turned and faced the entrance, watching in anticipation as he steamed in after you.

Face burning red in fury and exasperation, he jabbed two angry fingers in your direction. “Give me the hat,” he ordered, throaty and severely – no longer joking.

But stubborn as you were, overly enjoying the needless chase, you were not going to capitulate that easily. You stood poised to dash, and with hunched shoulders, he prepared to hound after you.

“I like it,” you puffed, exhilarated, purposefully impudent. You pinched the brim, pulling it down with a disingenuous hat-tip. “It probably looks better on me.”

“Even if it does,” he chided through teeth, out of breath, “it’s not yours.”

You snickered girlishly, pursing your lips. “Maybe it should be.”

“Give it to me.” He thundered, hand outstretched, your heart flipped in your ribs at the sudden eruption of stern rage.

So you spun on the ball of your bare foot, before flitting hastily towards the rickety ladder that led up to the hayloft. Clambering up it like a spider, the old wood and rusted nails squealed in dispute of being used for likely the first time in decades.

But he was blindingly rapid in his chase, and before you made it even halfway up the ladder, his heaving forearm scooped around your waist, hooking you by the stomach.

“C’mere,” he growled through a clenched jaw, as he peeled you from the ladder; hoisting you like a small animal, holding your back to his chest with a constricting arm, leaving your feet dangling high off the ground.

You writhed and kicked, bucking like a goat, still holding his hat tightly to your head to prevent him from snatching it back from you. “Let go of me!” You squeaked, still giggling.

“No,” he snarled, “I’m taking my fuckin’ hat back, and then I’m taking you back to your daddy so he can knock some goddamn sense into you.”

You whinged, clutching his thick forearm in an effort to loosen his grip; nails digging into his bronzed and hairy skin, corded with veins bulged from the exertion of keeping you contained. His body burned like a furnace, pectorals stiffening underneath you as he flexed them, while he hauled you towards the exit.

“It’s just a hat,” you whined, “you’ve probably got heaps of them.”

Your obstinance was aimless – no particular interest in the hat, and no true understanding of why you fought so desperately to keep it. Maybe you just wanted to see how far you could push him. Wanted to see what would happen.

“It was my father’s,” he griped, anger approaching a boiling point as you continued to squirm around in his grip.

You groaned in dispute, still holding the leather cattleman tightly to your head. “Well he won’t be needing it, will he?”

That was a step over the line.

You knew it immediately, quick to bite your tongue after the words spat from your lips.

And his retaliation was sudden and severe; dragging you closer to the exit, he tossed you unceremoniously, almost tumbling down with you into the pile of block-shaped haybales that sat by the stable door. You landed face-down against the bale, winded, a squeak jumping from your chest with the impact; and his hat toppled from your head, rolling out of reach.

He kneeled beside you, with his forearm weighing against your lower back - you were flustered and confused by his haste. Skirt hitched up by the fall, he suddenly swung his free hand down with an open palm, smacking against the bare skin of your ass with a thunderous whack.

“Ah!” You squealed, a shriek, followed quickly by a breathless whine that slipped from your lungs outside of your control. The explosive clap rang in your ears, echoing within the bowels of the stables, loud and shrill. And the sting was sharp, hot and prickling like a brand, no doubt the raised outline of his hand was quick to form in your shivering skin.

A silence followed, pregnant and heavy, and you dared not move nor breathe too loudly – you inhaled and exhaled with trembling breaths, lips parted and wet, eyes wide as you stared into the packed hay.

He was dead quiet, too. Panting throatily, he kept you in place; grip of you not easing, though he stayed utterly still. You thought he might apologise, might express some remorse, might beg for you not to tell your father what he did. But he was silent. Like he had even surprised himself.

You tilted your head slowly, peering at him doe-eyed over your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered, close to a whisper, dripping with pleading humiliation.

“For what?” He growled; his glower potently intimidating, a glimmer of voracity in his shadowy eyes, strained like he was suppressing greater hunger.

With a whine you turned your head back, facing ahead into the shack wall, you spoke quietly and nervously. “For taking your hat.”

Followed another swing of his arm, wide hand colliding with your rear in another deafening crack, forcing a laboured squeak from your chest. But there was something more than pain in your throat, wasn’t there? A whisper of thrill, a yelp of delight in your subsequent gasp.

And he must have heard it, took it as encouragement; as you felt the hand of his arm that pinned you down curl into a fist, balling the fabric of your dress tightly in his palm – lifting up the hem even further, you felt the cool air of the stable bite at your stinging skin as your ass was entirely exposed.

“Yeah?” He rumbled, gritting teeth, huffing like a beast. “What else?”

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kate-inhaler-1975 · 1 year

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Missy Moo and the Vegas Crew - Matty Healy × Reader

CW: Some inappropriate language. Literally nothing else unless you count dad!matty and cuteness as a warning xx

WC: 2,051 words

A/N: This is my first time posting on here, and I'm not used to this at all, so please be kind, I'm giving it my best shot, hahaha xxx

Finally. Me time.

A solid hour, maybe even two hours, just to myself. To self indulge in a packet of Cadburys Oreo Bites and a glass.....or two, of mine and Matty's favourite bottle of Red Wine.

Being in a hotel room suite wasn't the same as being at home in our shared living room, but it'll do.

Normally, being in Vegas would mean partying, drinking way too much, and maybe renting out a larger than life limo for all of us to get wasted in going from bar to bar and casino to casino....but I guess you could say things are a bit different for us this time around.

I let out a sigh of relief as I plopped down onto the large cream coloured couch in mine and Matty's suite, casting the show I've been waiting for all year round onto the 65 Inch TV.

I couldn't help but kick my feet excitedly like a child when the theme tune of The Great British Bake Off started playing. A childish grin also spreading across my face as I took a lengthy sip of my glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing." Matty's tired voice spoke suddenly, making me jump out of my skin and nearly causing me to spill the wine all over myself and the perfectly cream coloured couch.

I felt like a deer caught in the head lights. I felt like a child being caught doing something that they really weren't supposed to be doing.

I was watching our favourite show....without him. In his eyes, that's the lowest of the lows.

"I- ummm- i-.......sorry." I gave him an apologetic smile while shoving 3 small Oreo Bites from the bag of sweets into my mouth.

"Yeah, right! You're not sorry! Why were you going to watch it without me!" He pouted, his muscles flexing as he crossed his arms over his naked torso.

My eyes, obviously, travelling over every inch of his perfectly sculpted body.

I gulped loudly, my mouth going dry from the effect he has on me. After 8 years together, he still has such an effect on me, which is slightly pathetic.

"I'm sorry baby! I haven't had a second to myself all day, and tomorrow you guys are playing the festival and that's another day gone by where I don't have a second to breathe. I was just being really selfish, I'm sorry." I explained, pausing the TV and getting up off the couch to embrace him.

As I shuffled over to him with my fluffy socked covered feet, I could see his eyes scan over my appearance.

To me, I was at my worst. Wearing his oversized navy Nike jumper and a pair of pyjama shorts underneath with my hair up in a clip, my skin breaking out like crazy even though I am 32 year old woman, but to him I was at my very best.

"You're actually to fucking cute, Y/N." He chuckled as he brought me into his embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his face in the crook of my neck, while I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his natural scent and running my nails up and down his back lightly.

"And you're too handsome Healy." I giggled quietly, placing a gentle kiss on his temple.

We just stood there like this for a few minutes, taking in each others presence for what feels like the first time today.

"Can I tell you something, Gorgeous?" He whispered against my neck, placing a gentle kiss on my collarbone when he stopped speaking.

"Anything, my love. Anything you want, I'm all ears." I smiled, scratching the hairs at the nape of his neck. Letting out a a slightly high pitched breath as he began to suck slowly on my collarbone.

"You smell like baby powder."

Is he being for fucking real?

"Healy, go and shite!!" I laughed loudly, pushing him away from me as he also laughed hysterically.

"What! You do! It's not a bad thing, just thought you should know." He kept laughing, leaning forward with a hand on his stomach.

"Alright, alright! Whatever! Now, are you going to get yourself a glass of wine or what? Because if you don't get your arse in gear, you can go back into the bedroom and I'll watch Bake Off without you. I don't care." I teased, playing with the strings of his grey joggers as I held in a laugh, knowing how he'd react to such a statement.

"Fuck! Go sit down, I'll be two minutes max, baby. Don't start without me!"

He wasn't joking. He practically skidded across the marble tiled floor to reach the wine, nearly falling flat on his face.

He grabbed a packet of Doritos from the snack box quickly as well, and then there he was.

Sprawled out beside me with his legs over the arm of the sofa, glass of wine resting on his stomach, and his head in my lap facing the TV with eyes glimmering with excitement for the new season.

"Ah, look! Didn't know I was on this season of Bake Off." He commented as someone named Matty appeared on the screen. His facial expression showed that he was clearly proud of himself for such a joke as he smugly took a sip of his wine.

"Wow, that was a good one, babe." I laughed, even though it was terrible, but it made me laugh nonetheless.

The more the show went on the more he got into it.

He gets more and more into it every year, and I find it to be one of the sweetest things about him. He gets invested in everything I'm invested in on purpose.

"Jesus, fair fucks to Dan. I couldn't make a cake like that." He sat up straight, leaning forward and staring at the chocolate fudge cake that one of the bakers had made in complete awe.

"Yeah, he's a good one. I really like Abbi and Cristy, though. They're really strong bakers. Oh! And I love Allison Hammond being on it now."

We did our own commentary through the whole show. Both me and Matty nearly wetting ourselves laughing over someone making a lobster cake.

As the first episode came to an end, it was announced that Dan, definitely Matty's favourite for the moment, was Star Baker.

"Yeah! Fucking come on! I'll bet fifteen quid on it that he's this years winner." He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically, turning his body to face me.

"Matt, sweetheart, it's literally one episode in. He could be shite next week."

"Sssshhh, don't say that! Dan is such a lad, he has this season in the bag!" He shushed me, placing a finger over my mouth as he tutted in disapproval.

"Daddy, who's Dan?" A small voice yawned from the corner of the room where the door to our bedroom was. Confused as to what was going on in her sleepy state.

"Rosie? Sweetie, what are you doing up?" Matty cooed as he got up quickly to go over to our three year old daughter, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her over to the couch me and Matty were sitting on.

"Couldn't sleep. Missed Mummy and Daddy." She whined quietly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her small fists.

"Aww, we missed you too, baby girl. Do you have your blankie?" I smiled sweetly with loving eyes at our daughter, rubbing her cheek that wasn't against her dad's shoulder with my index finger.

"No, Uncle Ross has it." She whimpered with sudden sadness at the realisation that the reason she couldn't sleep was because she didn't have her baby blanket tucked up beside her.

Ross probably still had it in his carry on bag after it fell out of her hand while she was asleep in my arms as we were getting off the plane early this afternoon. He picked it up in an instant knowing his mini best friend would be distraught without it.

"Uh oh! We'll have to do something about that, won't we angel?" Matty spoke gently to her as he matted down her messy brown curls with the palm of his hand.

"Mammy's on it! I'll ring Uncle Ross, and he'll have your blankie here in no time, baby." I placed a kiss on her cheek before heading into the bedroom to get my phone off of my nightstand.

He answered the phone in seconds, apologising for not giving it to me or Matty earlier, and promising he'd be there in minutes.

"All done, my love!! Your special delivery is on its way." I reassured her as I sat back down beside Rosie and Matty.

She didn't reply, and I could see the way her eyes fluttered that she was close to falling back asleep in her dad's arms.

Rosie was 100% identical to her dad. From the brown curls to her witty personality and she even had the same freckle/birthmark on her left cheek like Matty.

The amount of love I felt in my heart for my sweet girl was overwhelming, and her looking exactly like the love of my life made my heart burst at the sight of her even more.

"Is she asleep?" Matty whispered as his eyes focused to the right of him where I was, but keeping his head resting on top of Rosie's.

Before I could answer his question, Rosie answered it for me.

"No, no, Daddy. I need to see Uncle Ross first." She protested, but the sleepy drool that was escaping the side of her mouth and onto Matty's bare shoulder said otherwise.

"Is that -"

"Drool? Yeah, she's drooling." I finished Matty's sentence, clasping a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing at my daughter's sleepy state.

"It's okay. Only when it's my princess, though, isn't that right, RoRo?" He murmured against her forehead.

It took all the effort in the world and in her little body to nod her head yes, rubbing her head slightly aggressively against Matty's shoulder to try and cuddle into his embrace deeper.

She clearly began to become uncomfortable while trying to wait for Ross to return her blankie, and she was a fidgeting and crying mess.

Clearly, sleep deprived and feeling super uncomfortable because of it.

"Ssshhh, it's okay. Don't cry, baby. Uncle Ross will be here soon, I promise. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Matty tried his best to lull her back into some kind of comfort, but there was no hope.

The only thing that stopped her from letting out a large sob was the very musical sounding knock on the door, which I'm assuming must be Ross.

I was quick to get to the door, not wasting a second longer that could be a second that my daughter spent with her blanket.

"Ross, thank god you're- oh....hi, what are you guys doing here?"

Ross stood right in front as George, Adam, and Charli stood behind him, all of them in their comfy attire and wearing sleepy smiles.

"Well, we thought we'd have a bit of a sleepover until Missy Moo gets back to sleep." Ross spoke innocently, a wide smile spreading across his face as he tried to get a good look into the room and spot Rosie.

"Oh, and Matty texted George saying you were watching the Great British Bake Off, and if you think I'm missing out on watching it, you are so wrong." Charli piped in.

I was quick to welcome them in and Rosie was more than happy to see her uncles and her aunt Charli walking into the room to spend time with her.

I didn't bother to explain me and Matty had already finished the episode. I just replayed it without arguing, finding it funny how a bunch of grown men could be so obsessed with a baking show.

I glanced over to my left to see Rosie now fast asleep, her face smushed up against Matty's shoulder that was covered by her blankie, and her right hand holding onto mattys left index and middle finger loosely.

Was this like any normal trip to Vegas that we were all used to?

No.

Did I get to have an hour of peace and quiet to just myself?

No.

But would I change any of this for a moment of silence and selfishness.

You bet your arse I could never do such a thing.

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envousy · 6 months

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Mist. posting old UNFINISHED art / sketches #2

Miss missy moo.

Misht.

Mist.

(I love her.)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #ghost band #envousysart #ghost fanart #mist ghoulette #mist ghost #fanart

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lolathelotus · 1 year

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Mods I Use

I am truly grateful to the extremely talented modders who spend their time making this very glitchy, often broken game enjoyable. No shade to The Sims 4. She's my favorite in the franchise.

Gameplay

Basemental - Universal Venue List

Brazen Lotus - Recipes, Harvestables

Carl - Collectibles Ready

Deaderpool - MC Command Center, MC Woohoo

Frankk - Festive Milestones

Lotharihoe - ITTL, OOTD

Missy Hissy - Customs Wants, Hope & Fear, The Hobby Mod, The Personality Mod, Custom Whims

Peridot - Shorter University

Scumbumbo/Triplis - XML Injector

TMex - Always Full Edit Mode, Always MOO, Always Testing, Story Progression Viewer, Better Build Buy, Lifetime Skills (No Steel Bladder Version), No Weather in Build/Buy Mode

Turbodriver - Club Improvements, Simulation Timeline Unclogger, Wonderful Whims

Waffle - 40 New Milestones

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You hear a feminine voice behind you: "Ah you are finally awake! Welcome to the farm, new girl! I am Missy, but you probably won't be able to say that right now, or ever again for that matter, now, how's about we get you all situated? Come here girl!"

You groggily start crawling towards her, hands and knees crunching through the hay, until you are finally face to knee with her, and as you approach, *the scent of musk thickens even more*.

"Alright honey, now, I am going to give you a couple shots, don't worry, they aren't anything scary, just a couple standard immunization ones, you are gonna feel a couple sharp pinches in your lovely rear, but they will go away lickety-split!" You hear her calmly say. "I will start injecting you on the count of three! One! Two!" *You feel several pinches in your ass as syringes pierce it, filling you with some surprisingly warm liquids* "There we go, sorry about lying to you, some new cows get spooked when the needles come out, but now that that is over, how about we just have you get settled in as they start to take effect?"

[MOOO. That sounds wonderful, Moo]

"Perfect, now, just sit right here while I get your visor on!"

*You hear her rustling about behind you for a little bit, and then the rustling stops, and her footsteps start approaching you, and then the world suddenly goes dark as something is placed over your head, and sound is cut off. And then your spiral turns on*

mmooo ,,? moo! ,,mnmoooo,,,

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mosy-on-by · 3 months

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My new pludge girl, Missy Moo 🥰

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 2 years

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Flicker Chapter 3- You And Me

My first day back home started as it usually did.

I'm back at work after a quick breakfast of coffee and I already have a busy day. It's only 5:30.

I'm currently recording for one of my own characters, working along side the director and someone I've known for years, Colleen.

"Great job, Em. I think this is good work. We can wrap this up for today. Oh, your phone is going off too."

I nod and yawn as I stretch before taking off my headphones and grabbing my coffee before making my way out of the recording booth and into the sound room. I take a seat next to her as we watch the playback and I look at my phone.

It was a text. From Niall.

Charming 'Tato💚🥔

Good morning, Em! Hope you slept well.

I'm back in LA now! Dinner? Tonight? Maybe 6:30? I'll pick you up! Unless you think I'm a crazy psycho and would rather meet me there...

I giggle at my phone and I begin to type of a reply when Colleen clears her throat, causing me to look up and see her smiling with a brow raised.

"What are you over there giggling for, missy moo?"

I bite my lip, considering my options of trying to hide or be honest and face being made fun of.

"Um... I have a date?"

Her eyes and smile widen before they drop after a second.

"Wait... did you meet them on Tinder? You know those dating apps are no good. Lots of creeps."

I giggle and shake my head.

"Actually... I met him when I was visiting my cousin. He's from Ireland but he spends a lot of his time in the UK and the states because of his job. And he's back in LA and he wants to go to dinner."

Her eyebrows stay raised and she folds her arms and I sigh.

"Colleen, it's fine. I've seen his face and we've already gone out before. We spent an entire day together. He's really sweet, definitely not a creep. So just trust me, okay?"

She sighs and nods and I go back to my phone.

Hey Niall! I slept very well, thanks! Hope you did too! Dinner tonight? Sounds great! And of course you can pick me up, I'll text you my address. Dress code?

I put my phone back down and finish up with Colleen before I head to my office to work on some scheduling. I take a seat at my desk, my phone lying face up on the other side of my keyboard when I see another message pop up.

Charming 'Tato💚🥔

Maybe a bit dressy. I got us reservations at the Providence for 6:45 and then maybe we could take a walk after we eat? The streets are covered in lights, thought it might be nice to walk along.

I smile and bite my lip, nodding to myself, and out of the corner of my eye, I see my office mate, Caitlin come in with Colleen following behind her and they close the door behind them.

I text Niall back but I can feel their eyes on me as they chat.

Sounds fun! Can't wait!

I text him my address before putting my phone down and turning my attention to my desk top.

"Did you two need something? I can feel your eyeballs burning a hole in my head."

Colleen laughs and Caitlin snickers and shakes her head.

"No, we were just talking and Colleen mentioned that you said you had a date."

I sigh and rub my eyes before turning to them.

"I know it's like hell froze over. It's still very new to me but I really like him. But I'm just waiting to see how it goes, Kay? I don't want to get my hopes up and jinx myself before anything actually happens. So when I'm ready, I'll talk about him."

They nod and then they're both quiet for a second before Caitlin brings something up.

"Did you tell Zach? Or Aleks?"

Shit.

I sigh and shake my head and they both sigh, Colleen shaking her head.

"You should at least tell Zach before he goes all over protective big brother on you. Because you know he will."

I nod and mumble to myself.

"Especially when he finds out who..."

I sigh and stand up, grabbing my phone and tucking it into my back pocket of my jeans.

"Is he still here? Guess I should go talk to him."

Caitlin nods.

"Studio 4. I think he's in there with Aleks. They're recording some extras for Justin."

I nod and thank her before waving to them, opening the door and heading over to studio 4. I quietly enter the sound room and I see Justin in there chatting with Zach and Aleks. Their attention turns to me and I give them a small smile as I close the door behind me.

Aleks gets up from his seat on the table and comes over to me, giving me a side hug.

"There you are. I was wondering when I was gonna see you since I guess I missed you at home."

I nod and purse my lips.

"Okay I'm gonna tell you guys something but you can't freak out on me. Justin, this isn't really gonna affect you but you're welcome to stay."

Justin laughs and the other to raise a brow at me and I take a deep breath before telling them.

"Okay I kind of have a date tonight and he's picking me up at home. No questions, but be nice if you happen to answer the door. Kapish?"

Aleks just nods but Zach frowns.

"Im not sure how I feel about you going on a date. How well do you even know this guy? Or girl I don't know. But how do you know they aren't a douche bag kind of person? I think-"

I clear my throat, taking a deep breath to keep my cool before responding to him.

"Zach. I love you. You're my best friend and my brother. But I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. So please trust me, okay? He's not like that, I promise. He's very kind and he's funny, he's compassionate and I like being around him and talking to him. And if things go well, he will be a constant figure in my life. And so are you. So please? Just trust me."

He sighs and nods.

"But I want to meet him and check him out first before you leave, are we clear?"

I smile and nod and he sighs and comes over to my other side, giving me a side hug.

We chat for a bit until we all part ways. The rest of the day goes by pretty fast, I record a few sessions for myself for new episode releases as well as direct a few until I finally decide to wrap it up and go home at about 4:30.

The second I get home, I put my stuff away and take a shower, making sure to shave before I get out and blow dry my hair. I slip on my robe before I leave the bathroom and head into my room, locking the door behind me so no one walks in on me changing.

I put up my hair before putting a clip in the back to hold it and then do my make up before finally getting dressed. I look down at my phone and I see the time. 6:20.

I stand up, slipping on my heels and grabbing my purse and my phone before leaving my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I hear muffled voices in the living room as I walk down the stairs, leaving the stairs and making my way to see who the voices belonged to.

"What are your intentions with her? I just want to make sure you're-"

"Well-"

"Please don't listen to him. He's just being an asshole. Zach you know Em's gonna kill-"

I step into the living room, and everyone goes quiet.

"Just what is going on down here?"

Zach is standing across from Niall, who looks confused, with his arms crossed and a pout on his face, meanwhile Jenny and Aleks look about ready to beat the shit out Zach.

"Zach. I thought we talked about this. You're going to stay out of this part of my life and you're going to be polite. Now apologize to Niall for whatever stupid shit you were about to say."

He sighs and Niall puts a hand on the small of my back and I turn to him to see him smiling at me.

"Emily, it's fine. He's just worried about ya, no harm done and no need fer an apology."

I sigh and turn my attention back to Zach.

"Introduce yourself. Properly."

He's quiet for a minute before he holds out a hand to Niall, his mouth remaining shut.

I sigh and shake my head and Niall's hand leaves the small of my back, shaking Zach's hand with a smile.

"I promise all of you, 'specially you Zach, I will take care of her. I like 'er very much, and I'd like to see her more. And that would mean being around all of you more, which I'd like to be. And I hope we can be friends."

Zach is quiet but he nods, Niall lets his hand go and I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding in. Jenny takes the silence as a sign and drags Zach and Aleks out of the living room leaving Niall and I alone. I turn to him with a frown visible on my face.

"Niall, I'm so sorry about him, I don't know why he acted like that but-"

Niall shakes his head and takes my hand in his.

"Yer fine, Em. He loves ya and he means well. So don't worry about it. Now where's that beautiful smile, I've missed seein it."

I blush and give him a small smile and his widens and his eyes do as well.

"Oh! I forgot! These.. are for you!"

He holds, in his other hand, a beautiful bouquet of pink roses with baby's breath. I gasp and I can't help but smile as I feel tears threaten to spill.

"Niall.. these are beautiful."

He smiles and shakes his head.

"Not as beautiful as you. I mean look at ya. Absolutely breathtaking. You've got me speechless over here."

He spins me around to get a better look and I hear him whistle, making me blush.

"You're one to talk, you know. You look very.."

I blush and I stutter to say it, making Niall grin.

"Don't be shy around me, Em. Say it."

I groan playfully, lightly shoving his arm with my hand as he laughs.

"You look hot, okay? Very hot. To the point that I don't even understand how I'm still talking. Now, I'm gonna go put these flowers in some water and then maybe we go?"

He chuckles and nods, handing me the bouquet.

I blush and take it from him, walking over to the hutch and pulling out a vase before walking over to the kitchen. I fill the vase and trim the ends of the stems before placing the flowers in the vase and setting it at the kitchen table.

I make my way back into the living room with my bag in hand and Niall smiles and holds out a hand to me. I smile and take it and we head out of the house out to his Range Rover. He unlocks it and lets go of my hand so we can get in.

I open the passenger side door and get in, closing it behind me as Niall gets in on the drivers side. We both buckle up and he starts the car and backs out of the drive way. As he drives, we just talk about what's been going on since we last saw each other.

"How's that new project goin? Ya were tryin t' cast for it, right?"

I giggle and nod.

"Yeah, it's going pretty good. I still have a few more people to cast and then we start recording. Should be exciting!"

He turns to look at me as he drives and flashes me a smile before turning his attention back to the road.

"And what about you? You've been doing some wrap ups for the album and promo for the Voice, right? How's that going?"

His eyes stay on the road as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant but he nods.

"Yeah I think it's goin' pretty well. The album is set to release soon and I'm excited. I was on set today fer the voice actually and Kelly wouldn't stop teasin' me. She said I was blushing a lot and kept pokin' fun at me."

I giggle and shake my head as he laughs and parks the car.

"Oh? And why were you blushing?"

His cheeks tint ever so slightly as he turns off the car.

"I had just looked at yer text and saw ya said yes t' dinner... Got a bit excited thinkin' about seein ya..."

I blush but smile as I take his free hand in mine and he turns to me.

"I was excited to see you too. Honestly I was getting teased too. But I really am happy to see you. I um... I really couldn't wait to see you. I left work a little early because I was so excited."

Niall laughs and he smiles and lets go of my hand to open his door. He gets out and I open my door and get out as well, slinging my purse on my shoulder as I close the door. He stands behind the car and locks it and holds out his hand to me with a smile.

I walk around the car and take his hand with a smile and he laces our fingers together. Together we head inside, Niall holds the door open for me and we approach the hostess. She smiles as we come up to the stand.

"Good evening, did you have a reservation?"

Niall nods.

"Yes, it was fer Horan?"

She nods and taps on her tablet a couple time before she nods and grabs two menus. She steps out from behind the podium and gestures to us.

"If you will just follow me, we have your table ready for you, Mr. Horan."

He nods and we follow her through the dining room to our table. She places down the menus and Niall pulls out a chair for me before pulling out his own and we both sit down.

"Your server will be with you shortly to offer wine!"

Niall nods and she walks away and Niall turns his attention to me.

"So I was thinki-"

Just as he started talking, our server walks up.

"Good evening, my name is Riley and I will be your server this evening. May I start you on some wine or Champagne?”

Damn it, I can't drink here.

Niall shakes his head with a smile.

"No thank you. Could we get some water instead?"

Riley nods before they continue.

"And are we ready to order or do we still need a few minutes?"

Niall shakes his head.

"Could we have a few minutes?"

Riley nods and walks off with a smile.

We open our menus and we ultimately decide on splitting a large pasta plate. Riley comes back with our waters and we order before the walk off again. And finally, it's just us. Niall holds his hand open on the table and I take it with a smile, causing his to squeeze it.

"So I was thinkin' after dinner, we could go on a walk? The streets over here are filled with lights and it's pretty when it's dark."

I smile and nod.

"That sounds great. And Niall?"

He stops bouncing his leg and his head shoots up as he hums and I laugh a little.

"You don't have to be nervous. It's just me! Why are you shaking?"

He shrugs with a small smile.

"I've just been really excited t' see y. I really like bein' around ya and talkin' to ya... And I just want everything t' go well... I don't want t-"

Before he can finish, Riley comes over and sets a plate in between us, and it smells heavenly.

"Sorry to interrupt, would you like any cheese?"

They hold a cheese grater and Niall only nods.

They grate some cheese onto the pasta before they place down two sets of silverware.

"Enjoy! Please let me know if you need anything!"

We both nod and they walk off again. It's silent for a minute for we both let out a laugh.

"Please don't be nervous. If you want to keep seeing me, then don't be worried. The feeling is definitely mutual."

He smiles and squeezes my hand before he lets it go. He grabs a set of silverware, handing it to me and I smile as thanks before he grabs his own.

I open the napkin and place it on my lap before I take my fork in my hand and we both dig in.

I take a bite and it just melts in my mouth.

"Mm! Oh my god! I think this is the best Fettuccine Alfredo I've ever had!"

He smiles as he chews with his mouth closed and he nods in agreement. We eat for a bit when all of a sudden I hear a grunt, followed by a cold sensation running down the front of my dress and I shrivel in goosebumps.

I turn my head and there is a busser standing in front of me. He tripped... and something... not sure what, spilled down my dress, seeping through and I can feel the cold from through my bra. The busser bows slightly, seeming very apologetic.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry ma'am! I'm so very sorry! I guess I just tripped, I'm am so-"

I shake my head and hold a hand up to him, telling him to stop.

"Please don't apologize, it was just an accident. You're just fine. Please, don't worry about me, I'm fine. But I can see you're soaking wet. Please go make sure you're okay, as well."

He nods and bows once again, apologizing once more before he cleans up what he dropped and walks off to go clean himself up. I turn my attention to Niall, a bit embarrassed but I see worry in his eyes.

"Ya sure yer okay?"

I nod and grab his hand from under the table and lace our fingers together.

"I promise, I'm just fine. It's a bit cold but it will dry. Does it look bad?"

He bites his lip and looks down and I raise an eyebrow.

"Niall?"

He mumbles something and I can't quite hear.

"Can you please speak a little louder? Whatever it is, just say it."

He purses his lips before he nods, but still refuses to look at me.

"I- I can um... see your.. your bra..."

My face reddens and I flinch, letting go of his hand and using mine to try and cover my front.

"Oh my god this is so embarrassing..."

He shakes his head and stands up, taking off his suit coat and covers me in it.

"I'll be back in a minute. 'M gonna go pay fer dinner and then we'll go. Don't want ya' t have to sit like that anymore."

He finally looks me in the eyes and gives me a small smile as I look up at him. I nod my head and he squeezes my shoulder before he walks off to pay for dinner. After about a minute, he comes back and I stand up, quickly slinging my purse on my shoulder before throwing his coat of my shoulders and hold it close.

Niall places his hand on the small of my back and we walk outside the restaurant. And it's pouring.

We quickly rush through the rain, with very little vision, and we make it to his car and he unlocks it before we both quickly get in. As soon as he's relaxed in his seat, Niall lets out a sigh and he slouches a little in disappointment.

"I guess there goes our walk.. god I wish something would go right.. I just wanted this t' be nice for ya..."

I shake my head and take his hand in mine.

"Niall.. I don't really care what we do. We don't have to do anything fancy, I just want to spend time with you and get to know you. I'm a simple kinda girl. We could do anything and I would be happy."

A small smile finds its way on his face and he turns to me.

"Looks like the streets are startin' to flood a bit and yer house is a bit far, mine is only 5 minutes away... and I happen t' have some drumsticks (the ice cream cone things, not chicken or those used for an actual drum) in the freezer... if yer interested. Maybe a movie too?"

I blush and bite my lip before I nod.

"I'd love to. That sounds a great way to end the night."

He blushes and nods before he starts the car, still holding my hand and he drives to his house.

We pass by a lot of expensive looking houses until we finally arrive at his. He pulls into the driveway and opens the garage with the clicker before he pulls in to the garage and parks the car before he turns it off.

He closes the garage door before he gets out and comes over to my side and opens the door for me.

I smile and get out, nodding to him as a thank you as he closes the door. He takes my hand with a smile and leads me through the large garage into the house. He leads me to the living room and takes me over to the big couch.

"It's a bit big, I know, but make yerself at home. I'll go get the ice cream and we'll watch somethin' ?"

I nod and he smiles before he lets go of my hand and disappears into the kitchen.

I take a seat on the couch and I practically sink in it. He comes back with two ice creams and takes a seat next to me on the long end of the couch. He takes off his shoes and places them on the side before he hands me my ice cream.

"Ya can take yer shoes off if ya want, stay a while. So yer feet don't hurt?"

I smile and nod and take my heels off, placing them down on the floor and then he hands me my ice cream. I open it as he turns on the tv and throw the wrapper in the nearby trash can.

"Anything in particular ya want t' watch? I was thinkin' maybe Star Wars but I wasn't sure what ya liked..."

I smile and nod.

"Star Wars sounds great. The Phantom Menace? Or A New Hope?"

He looks at me in surprise but with a smile on his face. I giggle and sit up a little.

"I have a tattoo on my thigh...hold on I think I have a picture..."

I pull out my phone and surf through my photos for a minute before I find it and turn my phone around to show him.

His eyes widen more but he's still smiling.

"Wow... definitely didn't expect that... But that looks amazing. And honestly, whichever one you want."

I giggle and his eyes soften.

"A New Hope, then?"

I smile and nod and he turns it on. I sit right next to him and as the movie starts, I feel him wrap an arm around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. I blush but I lay my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to relax into him.

I feel him reach behind him and he grabs a blanket from off the couch. He pulls it back and drapes it over the both of us. And so we watch the movie as we eat our ice cream, and somehow I've never felt more comfortable being around anyone.

Before I know it, the credits roll on the tv and I can't help but feel disappointed. I raise my head from Niall's shoulder and he gets up from the couch, walking over to a window to look outside.

"Shit!"

I raise an eyebrow and move the blanket off of me before getting up and walking over to him. I look out the window and see what he's talking about.

"Holy crap, you can't even see the road anymore! I might have to paddle my way home.."

Niall sighs.

" 'M not sure it's the best idea t' drive right now with the roads flooded... Do ya want t' stay the night? I can keep an eye on the roads and take ya home as soon as the roads clear if ya want..."

I think for a minute and all of a sudden, there's a clap of thunder and I flinch, starting to shake almost immediately. Niall wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his arms.

"Now why are ya shaking, hm? There's no need to be nervous... it's only me."

I giggle a little and shake my head.

"But seriously. If ya want to stay the night, yer welcome to... Ya can sleep with me.. I mean we don't have t' do anything... just sleep. O-or I've got a few guest rooms ya could use instead... And I can get ya some clothes..."

Before I can respond, there's another clap of thunder and I jump.

"U-um, I can sleep in one of the guests rooms, thank you..."

He nods and takes my hand in his. He leads me up the stairs and opens the 3rd door on the left.

We walk in and it's fairly sized for a guest room.

"Lemme go get ya a change of clothes, I'll just be a minute."

I nod and walk a bit further into the room, looking around. The bed looks freshly made with a soft blanket lying on top. Niall comes back in and he's holding a folded up, plain t shirt and a pair is sweatpants. He holds it out to me and I take it with an appreciative smile.

"Hope that's okay. I tried t' find ya something comfortable."

I shake my head.

"It's perfect, I really appreciate it. Thank you, Niall."

"The guest bathroom is right next door to us on the left and my room is the last door at the end of the hallway. If ya need anything, I'll be in there."

I nod and he smiles.

"Goodnight, I guess. Sweet dreams"

He comes in and steps towards me, before leaning in and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek.

I blush and he pulls away with a smile.

"G' night. Sweet dreams, beautiful."

I nod and he smiles and walks out of the room, and I quietly shut the door behind him. I lean against the door for a minute before finally moving and changing into the clothes he gave me. I quickly take off my dress, laying it on the nearby chair and I slip on the shirt and sweatpants.

I walk over to the bed and I get under the covers and close my eyes. I toss and turn for about a good 20 minutes but I can't seem to relax. The thunder continues to roar outside as it pours and I continue to shake.

I finally decide that I can't do it anymore. I get up from the bed, pushing the covers off before I stand up and make my way to the door. I place a hand on the knob and take a deep breath before opening it and stepping into the hallway.

I tiptoe through the dark hallway, to the last door at the end. The door is cracked open fairly wide and I can see Niall, shirtless might I add, sitting up against the headboard of the large bed with a guitar in hand. I take a quiet deep breath before softly knocking on the door frame. Niall looks up and he shoots me a smile.

"U-um... I'm sorry to bug you, b-but does that offer still stand? I-I can't seem to fall asleep."

His smile widens, full toothy grin as he nods.

" 'Course it is! Come on over!"

He reaches to the side of the bed, placing the guitar on the nearby stand as I walk over to the bed. He turns back around and pulls the covers on the left side back and he pats the spot. I sit down and as soon as I'm on the bed all the way, Niall reaches over and grabs my waist before he pulls me flush against him, so we're both sat up against the headboard.

"My god, yer shaking! What's the matter, hm? Ya seem a little tense. 'Ts not because yer around me, is it?"

I shake my head as I continue to shake.

"N-no, not you. Just the w-weather. It's the sound of t-thunder... It um.. triggers me.. I-I..”

All of a sudden, Niall leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead, and his hand moves from my waist to my back and he begins to rub my back.

"Shhhh, it's okay. Ya don't have t' tell me right now. Tell me when yer ready... Just focus on the sound of my voice..."

He continues to rub my back and I start to relax a bit. I lay my head on his shoulder and he takes the chance to press a couple kisses on the top of my head as I sniffle. The thunder continues to roar outside but it doesn't bug me anymore... I feel safe...

We quietly chat and watch some true crime documentary he had on.

"Hey... Em?"

I hum in response and lift my head up, looking at him. He bites his lip before he looks me in the eyes.

"I... really want t' kiss ya..Can.. can I do that?"

My cheeks flush and I nod. He smiles and leans in and I close my eyes, my lips slightly parted. He presses his lips to mine. They're soft and warm and it's fills my stomach with butterflies. He pulls away a little before he pecks my lips softly a few times and he finally pulls away. I open my eyes and see his cheeks are slightly tinted, as are mine.

We both let out a small giggle and I sit up straighter before turning around to face him all the way. I wrap my arms around his neck and I close my eyes, leaning in. Our lips meet and I sigh into the kiss. His hands find my waist and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his.

Our lips cross, again, and again until I can't breathe anymore and I pull away, panting.

Niall moves his hands back to my waist and turns me around and pulls me into his lap before he pulls me into his chest, and he sighs.

I take one of his hands and I lace my fingers through his, squeezes his hand.

"I really like ya... I'm not sure how t' explain it but being with you... I just feel.."

"Relaxed?"

He sighs contently.

"Exactly. I know we haven't been seein each other for long but I feel like I just need t' be close to ya.."

I cuddle into his chest as I relax, and I nod in understanding.

"I feel the same way.. I just feel so safe around you.. and I'm glad.. that you were my first kiss."

He squeezes my hand before he pulls me off his lap, placing me right next to him. He then scoots down the bed a little, laying his head on the pillow at the head of the bed before he takes my hand and pulls me down to him.

I giggle and he smiles as wraps his arms around my waist.

"I am too. Now I think we should get some sleep, ya have work t'morrow don't ya?"

I smile and nod, laying my head on his chest. Niall leans down and pecks my lips my lips a few times and I smile into each kiss.

"G' night beautiful."

I snuggle into his neck and sigh in content.

"Goodnight, Ni."

A hand leaves my waist as he turn out the light, but he quickly resumes his position. I shut my eyes and the pattern of his breathing lulls me to sleep.

I wake up to the sun blaring in my eyes and soft snores coming from the person next to me. Niall. I spent the night. I blink a few times, allowing my eyes to adjust to the sunlight glaring through the curtains. Niall squeezes my waist as his eyes begin to open.

He gives me a sleepy smile and I lean in, pecking his lips softly. I pull away and he hugs me close.

"God yer so addicting. I don't wanna let ya go. Do ya really have t' go to work?"

And then it suddenly dawns on me. Oh right. I have a job. My eyes widen and I quickly shoot up, my hair sticking up everywhere.

"Shit! What time is it?!"

Niall sits up and looks at the clock on his nightstand.

" It's about 9:30."

My eyes widen and I start to panic a little. I reach for my phone on the nightstand and find that I had forgotten to charge it. Shit.

"I had a recording session at 8:30... it's supposed to be a 4 hour session."

Niall nods and stands up, walking over to his large closet and shuts the door, coming out a minute later in a fresh change of clothes.

"Alright, I'll take ya home."

I nod.

"Oh wait. I should probably change back into my dress so I can return these to you."

He shakes his head.

"Keep 'em. I don't mind. And I'll get yer dress cleaned and get it back to ya. Let's just get ya home, okay?"

He holds out his hand to me and I take it with a smile. We walk out of his room and through the hallway before heading down the stairs. Once we reach the living room, I let go of Niall' hand and walk over to where I left my heals. I slip them on and grab my purse.

I walk back over to Niall and we quickly get in the car. It's about a 20 minute drive to my house, and while I'm late for work, I don't want to say goodbye. He pulls into the driveway of my house and parks his car behind mine, and we both let out a sigh.

I turn to him with a sad smile and he sighs.

"Guess I have t' let ya go now, don't I?"

I nod and lean in to peck his lips.

"I'll call you when I find some time to eat, okay?"

He pouts but he nods and I turn to get out of the car but he pulls at my arm.

"Ni-"

He grabs my cheeks and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I blush but I melt into the kiss. He pulls away with a smile and I'm left panting for air.

"Have a good day at work, don't overdo it today and make sure ya eat, okay?"

I nod and peck his lips.

"I promise. Have a good day!"

I open the car and get out before shutting the door. I blow him a kiss and I see him catch it before I run up the driveway, through the pathway and I quickly unlock the door and go inside. The second I close the door, I see Alex and Jenny on the couch watching Bluey. The sound of the door closing stirs their attention to me.

"Hi love you guys I'm late!"

"Hold on just a-"

I quickly run upstairs and into my room, locking the door behind me. I quickly change into some fresh clothes and apply deodorant and some perfume before slipping on some socks and heading back downstairs. Standing by the front door is Zach, his arms folded with a pout on his face.

"Where were you."

I groan and shake my head as I slip on my sneakers that were by the door and I grab my keys.

"None ya. Now I gotta go, I'm late for a session with Kellen. Bye!"

I quickly make my way out the door and get in my car, quickly heading to work. As soon as I get there, I quickly park and lock my car before running inside, zooming passed the front desk and running to my office to find Kellen, in my desk chair talking to Caitlin.

"I am so so sorry I'm late Kel, I'm here now and I promise it won't happen again."

He laughs and shakes his head.

"It's fine. You're here now, should we head to the studio?"

I yawn and nod and we walk over to studio 4, my stomach grumbles but I choose to ignore it.

Niall's POV

After leaving Emily's house, I felt a bit sad, especially as I saw her walk inside and close the door. I miss her...

As I pull out of her drive, I decide to pull through the Drive Thru at Starbucks, just to get some coffee and maybe a croissant and then I remembered.

Emily's work is on my way to the studio...

I pull into the drive thru and roll down my window when I get to the speaker box.

"Welcome to Starbucks, my name is Alex, what can I get started for you this morning?"

"G'mornin Alex. Could I get a venti Double Chocolate Chip frappe and um... what would ya recommend getting someone ya don't know too well yet?"

"Um I would say if they have a sweet tooth, a Caramel Ribbon Crunch frappe is always a good route to go."

"Could I get a venti of one of those, please? And then 2 Bacon Sausage Egg wraps and 2 chocolate cake pops?"

"That'll be $26.74 at the window."

"Thank you!"

I drive up to the window and quickly pay and as soon as I have everything, I drive off. After about 5 minutes, I pull into the parking lot and park in the first open spot I see. I sort through the bags before grabbing her drink and my keys, getting out of the car before locking it.

I approach the building, double checking that I'm at the right place. I would assume so since the sign says Crunchyroll HQ. I walk in and approach the young woman sitting at the front desk. She looks up and smiles at me.

"Good morning! Welcome to Crunchyroll! Do you have an appointment to see anyone?"

I shake my head.

"I'm actually here to see my um- my girlfriend? Emily?"

The woman shakes her head and starts to say something when someone interrupts.

"It's okay Jess, he's good. I'll take him."

I turn and find the owner of the voice to be Jenny. Jess nods at her and she goes back to what she was doing.

"I'll take you to her Niall. She's just doing some recording."

I smile and nod. I start to follow her and she starts a conversation.

"So did you guys have fun last night? She was in a bit of a hurry this morning so I didn't really get to talk to her."

She laughs and I nod, laughing with her.

"Yeah, I did at least. I felt bad for making her late though so I thought I might swing by on my way to the studio and bring her some breakfast."

We approach a door and she turns to face me and she smiles.

"That's sweet of you, I'm sure she'll love that! Lemme stick my head in and see if they're in the middle of recording. She always forgets to turn the light on so you never know."

I know and she quietly opens the door and sticks her head in.

Emily's POV

I've been sat in the studio, recording lines with Kellen for about 45 minutes when I hear a creak from the door. I turn my head and see Jenny poking her head in, trying to get my attention. I turn the speaker on, deciding to take a break.

"Hey Kel, why don't we take like a ten minute break?"

He nods and takes off his headphones and sets them down before he comes in to the main room and sees Jenny.

"Oh hey Jen, what's up?"

She waves and shakes her head.

"So sorry to interrupt, Em, you have a visitor, I'm gonna let him in, kay? Alright glad you said yes I'm going now."

I raise a brow in confusion, as does Kellen and Jenny disappears behind the door. The door opens again, revealing Niall. My face lightens and I stand up, walking over to him once he's inside. He holds his arms out to me and I walk into them, instantly relaxing. His arms wrap around me and I look up at him.

"Ni! What are you doing here?! Not that I'm not really happy to see you, I'm just- confused I guess.."

He laughs before he leans down and kisses my nose.

"Just felt bad fer makin' ya late, so I thought I might bring ya some coffee and breakfast on my way t' the studio."

I blush and smile but that quickly drops when I hear someone clear their throat.

Oh right. Kellen.

I blush and let go of Niall and he laughs.

"Um.. Kellen, this is Niall, my um.. friend. Niall, this is Kellen."

Kellen snorts and shakes his head.

"Yeah, you're 'friend'."

He says as he makes quotations in the air.

"It's nice to meet ya man, take care of her. She's scary when she's mad."

I scoff and the two men laugh.

"I'm gonna step out for a few minutes, leave you two be. But I'd suggest keepin the clothes on, there's cameras in here."

My face turns bright red as Kellen laughs and steps out, leaving Niall and I alone. I take his head and lead him over to the chairs by the sound equipment, and we both sit down.

He hands me a frappe and a Starbucks bag.

"Wasn't sure what ya liked so I hope this is okay."

I open the straw and plop it into the cold drink before taking a sip and sighing at the taste.

"This is perfect. This is actually my favorite drink from there."

He smiles and takes my free hand in his, squeezing it.

"That's a relief. Guess I should let ya get back to it."

I smile and set my drink down before we both stand up.

"I'll walk you out."

I grab his hand squeezing it tight and he chuckles but nods. We leave the recording room, hands held tight and we head down to the front, but Niall asks to see my office, so we make a pit stop there.

We approach my office and we walk in, Niall taking a seat on the couch before he pats the spot next to him. I giggle and sit next to him, cuddling into him. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes for a minute when the door and I hear a laugh. I look up to find Caitlin shaking her head.

"Totally not jinxing yourself right now."

I flip her off and she laughs and grabs something of her desk before leaving and closing the door behind her. Niall laughs and I sigh.

He stands up and holds his hand out to me and I take it with a small smile. We walk out of my office and I can't help but feel my heart break more and more the closer we get to the front. We pass by the front desk and I wave to Jess.

"Hey, I'll be back in a few minutes, if anyone is looking for me, tell them I died or something."

She snorts and nods and Niall and I walk outside.

We walk hand in hand out to his car and he unlocks it. He then turns to me and pulls me into a hug and he kisses the top of my head. I sigh and hug him back, afraid to let go. He rubs my back and kisses my head a few more times until he has to pull away and I pout.

He lifts my chin up with a finger so I'm looking into his eyes.

"Cmon, ya know ya gotta get back t' work. So do I. I don't wanna leave ya either... But I'll see ya more, okay? Can ya hang in there fer me, Petal?"

I blush and nod and he smiles and leans in, softly pecking my lips.

He lets me go and gets in his car before he rolls down the window and I lean on his car. I lean in and peck his lips one more time before I pull away and I lightly hit his car door.

"Fine, leave me if you must. Drive safe and text me when you get there?"

He nods and smiles.

"I'll call ya when I'm on my break!"

I nod and blow him a kiss before he rolls up his window and drives off.

For the rest of the day, we text back and forth, minus the phone call we had when I went and got some lunch and I fell asleep on the phone with him.

All day the next day, we continue to text, though we're both too busy to call. When I get home, I'm finally able to relax and kick my feet up to watch some tv when I get a phone call.

Incoming call from Charming 'Tato💚🥔

I smile seeing his cheesy contact name and our photo that we took on our first date.

Without even thinking, I answer and hold the phone up to my ear.

"Well hello there, handsome!"

He chuckles into the phone and I can practically hear his smile.

"Hey Petal! How's my girl doin?"

I sigh and sink into the couch at the sound of his voice.

"Much better now that I'm home and talking to you."

He chuckles and my smiles widens.

"Well, what if I asked what you were doin tomorrow after work?"

I hum and pull open my calendar to check the date.

"February 1st? I don't think I'm doing anything. Why?"

He hums through the phone before he asks another question.

"Do ya have t' work on the 2nd?"

I giggle and shake my head.

"No, now what are you planning mister?"

He chuckles into the phone.

"I wanna take ya somewhere tomorrow night. But it's in Palm Springs. And ya might want t' pack an overnight bag..."

I giggle and twirl a strand of hair around my finger as I talk to him.

"Yeah? Are you gonna tell me where we're going?"

He hums into the phone again.

"Nah. Guess yer gonna have t' be surprised. I'll pick ya up at her place at about 4? Wear somethin cute and comfy."

I smile, butterflies already starting to form in my stomach.

"Alright fine, don't tell me. You're lucky you're cute."

He lets out a loud laugh and I smile more.

"Guess I am pretty lucky then. Can't wait t' see ya Petal. But it's gettin late and you've got work in the mornin. I'll let ya go."

I smile but sigh.

"I hate when you're right. Alright, I'll go to bed, especially if I'm gonna be leaving early. Goodnight Ni."

I can practically picture his smile as he tells me goodnight and we end the call. I decide to do the wise thing and I march upstairs to my room and get right into bed, closing my eyes, anticipating seeing him again.

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