hi everybody (or those who actually care to read this), my name is daisy! i’m pretty much new here so i’m trying to get used to everything. but, i thought i’d introduce myself so you guys get to know me a little better.
i am apart of a lot of fandoms, my favourites are probably: arctic monkeys, dps, twd, stranger things & house md. i do also love watching horror movies and true crime docs, so if you guys want/have any recommendations feel free to let me know!
this is a bit of a hit or miss, but i also write fanfiction! my wattpad account is called turnersmuse, so if you’re interested go check it out. i have a draft reveal and a few other books published which might interest you, i’d be glad if you read them but of course no pressure!
i love music, too! like i mentioned, i love arctic monkeys. but i also enjoy jeff buckley, radiohead, deftones, queen, david bowie, tyler the creator, etc. my music taste is in such a wide range that im afraid i cannot just pick one genre.
i hope this helps you figure more about me as a person! it’s really nice to meet you (if you do read this) and that’s pretty much it!
synopsis: After an unexpected breakup leaves her scrambling for somewhere to live, she answers a roommate ad thinking it’s posted by three women. Instead, she finds herself moving in with three men who are loud, chaotic, and somehow manage to make her feel at home. Amidst the chaos only three men could ever bring, she slowly realizes that starting over isn’t as terrifying as she thought. Falling for one of them, however, definitely was NOT part of the plan.
pairing: alfie buttle x reader
content warnings: mentions of infidelity, alcohol consumption, swearing
chapters°❀
chapter one - Apartment 3F
chapter two - Cathartic
chapter three (coming soon…)
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a/n: i’m so excited to start this series!!!! i’ve loved new girl for a really long time and nick reminds me of alfie a lot, so it felt only fitting to create this au. i know new girl isn’t as popular as some other tv shows, and i don’t know what the crossover between ukyt and new girl might be, BUT it will still be very readable even if you haven’t watched it
one of my first fav pics. never seen anyone talk about this slutty ass vest they put him and that he never wore again. WHERE IS THIS VEST, LOCATE IT AND PUT IT BACK ON
james cook gets turned on when you argue with him ──˚.⊰
the flat smelled like you—vanilla and something sharper, like the static before a storm. cook lay sprawled across your sofa, boots still on, cigarette dangling from his lips even though you’d told him a thousand times not to smoke inside.
"you're a pig," you said, standing over him with your arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched, frustration flickering in your eyes.
you were still in your work clothes—a pencil skirt, a blouse that was doing criminal things to your tits. "i let you stay here because you said you had nowhere else to go. and you repay me by leaving your shit everywhere and smoking in my living room."
cook grinned up at you, slow and lazy, taking a drag just to watch your nostrils flare. "you love it."
"i loathe you."
"nah." he sat up, ash sifting onto your carpet. he caught the flash in your eyes—dangerous. you wound tight, ready to snap, and fuck if it didn't go straight to his cock. "you love it. you love comin’ home and findin’ me here. makes your borin’ little life interestin’."
you stepped closer, pointing a finger at him. "get. out."
cook stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the side table. "make me."
you stared each other down, air thick and buzzing. he could see it now—the way your breath had gone shallow, the way you pressed your thighs together. you were furious, yeah, but there was something else underneath it. something that wanted.
cook moved fast. he grabbed your wrist—not hard, but firm—and yanked you forward. you stumbled into him, off-balance, and he caught your hips to steady you.
"you're such a bastard," you breathed, but you didn't pull away.
"yeah." he pressed his face into your stomach, inhaling. the anger made your skin hot. "and you want me to make it up to you."
"cook—"
he stood and stepped forward, pushing you back against the wall before dropping to his knees in front of you. your hands went to his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
"tell me you don't want it," he said, looking up at you with that grin, the one that got him into trouble and out of it just as fast. "tell me to stop."
you didn't.
he shoved your skirt up roughly, hooking his fingers in your panties and dragging them down your thighs. he tossed them over to the side and swiftly lifted your leg over his shoulder, his hand grasping the meat of your thigh to keep you in place.
you were already wet—he could smell it, that sweet, musky proof that you were just as fucked up as he was, that the fighting got you going, just as it did him.
"look at you," he murmured, spreading your pussy open with his thumb. "all that shoutin’ and you're drippin’ for me."
"just—" you cut off with a gasp as he licked you, one long, filthy stroke from bottom to top.
he didn't tease. that wasn't his style.
he went at you like he was starving, mouth hot and demanding, tongue working your cunt with relentless pressure. he wanted you to feel it, wanted your legs shaking and your voice breaking, wanted to suck the anger right out of you until you were just whimpering his name.
and you were.
you were loud, gasping out cook’s name. your fingers gripped his hair tight, pulling hard enough to hurt, and he groaned against you, the vibrations making you jerk.
"you're still—still a fucking prick," you managed, but your hips were rolling now, eagerly chasing his mouth.
"mhm," he agreed, the sound muffled as his lips sealed around your clit and sucked.
you cried out, head thunking back against the wall. he kept his tongue flicking steadily and mercilessly over your clit.
the argument was still humming between you, electric and sharp, and he used it, fucked you with his tongue like he was claiming territory, like he was winning something.
"cook—fuck—" you were climbing fast, thighs trembling around his head. he could taste the change in you, the desperation.
he shifted back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny, eyes dark, pulling a frustrated whine from you. "say you forgive me."
you shook your head, swallowing to catch your breath, "never."
he snickered and dove back in, slurping up the sweet mess from your cunt, loud and obscene. a torn moan left you as you rode his face, using his nose against your clit until it sent you over the edge.
cook didn't let up. he worked you through it, drinking you in until you went liquid, boneless.
when you finally stopped shaking, he sat back on his heels, licking the rest of you off his lips. you were wrecked, mascara smudged, skirt bunched around your waist, staring down at him with something that wasn't quite anger anymore.
"still want me to leave?" he asked, cocky as ever.
you kicked off your shoes, one of them clipping his shoulder. "shut up and get in the bedroom."
he laughed, low and rough, and pushed himself up. "that's my girl."
