()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.” - quote from “Black Boy” by author, Richard Wright
Hi babies! I’m so sorry for no update last week, it’s been pretty stressful. I’m moving into my dorms in less than a week, so I’m getting everything ready!
I hope you enjoy this update of Scene of Destruction!
TW: Brief mention of a hate crime
The days were starting to get colder in Colorado Springs as winter rapidly approached. Luckily for the Colorado Springs Police Department, crime spiked in the summer and dimmed down in the winter. Unluckily for the department, that meant more dragging days for the officers and detectives. The day had been spent in the indoor range practicing aim, discarding old paperwork that was no longer needed, and prank calls from just as restless teenagers.
At this point, Flip had considered quitting, going home, and finding something more productive to do until the weather warmed back up. Just when he was about to give in, there came a knock on the glass doors of the detective wing. Flip was the first out of his seat and at the door, pulling it wide open. He expected an elated chief with a case in his hand but instead was greeted with a small, familiar figure holding multiple boxes of what smelled to be the most delicious donuts in the area.
Y/N let out a struggling groan as she balanced the boxes in her arms. “A little help here!” The small voice echoed from behind the boxes. Flip snapped out of his shock that she had returned and swiftly pulled the boxes from her, carrying them to his desk. Everyone jumped from their seats and ran over, eager to get a bite of the sweet-smelling desserts. Flip smacked them away from the boxes and scolded them like small children. “Where are your manners?” His voice boomed in a tone to make any man tremble. The chorus of apologies seemed to be enough for him.
With a chorus of praise and thanks, each man returned to their desks with at least two donuts in hand. Flip turned to Y/N with a soft smile on his face. “Thank you for the donuts… It’s been a long day.” He let out a heavy sigh as he walked to the corner and grabbed an extra chair. He set it down beside his desk before plopping down in his desk chair. “Hard cases?” Y/N questioned as she situated herself in the chair he had offered and grabbing a donut of her own. Flip let out a strained laugh and shook his head. “Lack thereof.” He corrected her. Y/N raised her eyebrow slightly. “I guess seasonal crime is true, huh?” Flip nodded his head solemnly. “The same way… every… fucking… year…” He accentuated.
Flip was relieved that Y/N had decided to stay to keep them all company. He had missed her over the last week. Sometimes, she was all he could think about. Truth be told, most of the detectives had given up on her case. Racism was so prevalent in Colorado Springs, that it had just been pushed behind the many cases before it. Flip was the only one still working on the case. He had been able to track down some witnesses and gained a few names in the process. He was slowly narrowing the down when he could get in touch with them. He wasn’t going to let her down. He had made a promise to her.
When Y/N decided it was time for her to go home to cook dinner, Flip was devastated. He wanted nothing more than to spend more hours with her, but he understood. He stood up from his desk chair as she helped clean up the room. He helped pick up some napkins and tossed them into the trash along with the empty donut boxes. He walked over to her and gently placed his hand on the dip in her back, guiding her out the big doors. He walked with her down the stairs and outside, a soft smile on his face. “Had to make sure you made it to your car safely.” He reassured her as he stepped back, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He watched her climb into the car and roll the window down. “Thank you, detective.” Her voice was sly as she teased him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “Drive home safe, Y/N.” She reassured him in return.
Flip still had his shift to finish, but it seemed to fly by now that he had been able to see Y/N for the day. He let out a sigh of relief once he finally looked at the clock on the wall. It had already gone dark outside, meaning his wife was probably fast asleep in bed. That gave him time to stop by the bar and get a few drinks to relax after a long day. He walked out of the station, waving bye to Jimmy and Ron before he made it to his truck. He stepped inside with ease and started up the engine before looking over at the passenger seat. Her file sat snug on the seat as he had left it this morning. He bit his lip as he picked up the manilla folder and opened it up. He smiled softly as he gazed at the contents before he set it down and drove off down the road.
He switched off the engine as his truck idled. He had made a few turns in the opposite direction of the bar, ending up right where he wanted to be. He was parked across the street from her house, gazing up at her windows, watching as her shadow passed by over and over again. He picked the camera up from the floor and chewed on his bottom lip before lifted the camera, snapping a few polaroids as she gazed out the window for the last time of the night. He set the polaroids down on his lap and watched her as she shut the curtains and walked away.
He waited until the house went dark before looking down at the polaroids in his lap. He smiled slightly as he gazed at her soft features before he flipped the file open, placing it in the pile of other pictures, sighing happily as he flicked the file closed and headed back home for the night, ready to tell his wife about his wonderful time at the bar in the morning.
Hi babies! I’m so sorry for no update last week, it’s been pretty stressful. I’m moving into my dorms in less than a week, so I’m getting everything ready!
I hope you enjoy this update of Scene of Destruction!
TW: Brief mention of sexual harrasment
The days were starting to get colder in Colorado Springs as winter rapidly approached. Luckily for the Colorado Springs Police Department, crime spiked in the summer and dimmed down in the winter. Unluckily for the department, that meant more dragging days for the officers and detectives. The day had been spent in the indoor range practicing aim, discarding old paperwork that was no longer needed, and prank calls from just as restless teenagers.
At this point, Flip had considered quitting, going home, and finding something more productive to do until the weather warmed back up. Just when he was about to give in, there came a knock on the glass doors of the detective wing. Flip was the first out of his seat and at the door, pulling it wide open. He expected an elated chief with a case in his hand but instead was greeted with a small, familiar figure holding multiple boxes of what smelled to be the most delicious donuts in the area.
Y/N let out a struggling groan as she balanced the boxes in her arms. “A little help here!” The small voice echoed from behind the boxes. Flip snapped out of his shock that she had returned and swiftly pulled the boxes from her, carrying them to his desk. Everyone jumped from their seats and ran over, eager to get a bite of the sweet-smelling desserts. Flip smacked them away from the boxes and scolded them like small children. “Where are your manners?” His voice boomed in a tone to make any man tremble. The chorus of apologies seemed to be enough for him.
With a chorus of praise and thanks, each man returned to their desks with at least two donuts in hand. Flip turned to Y/N with a soft smile on his face. “Thank you for the donuts… It’s been a long day.” He let out a heavy sigh as he walked to the corner and grabbed an extra chair. He set it down beside his desk before plopping down in his desk chair. “Hard cases?” Y/N questioned as she situated herself in the chair he had offered and grabbing a donut of her own. Flip let out a strained laugh and shook his head. “Lack thereof.” He corrected her. Y/N raised her eyebrow slightly. “I guess seasonal crime is true, huh?” Flip nodded his head solemnly. “The same way… every… fucking… year…” He accentuated.
Flip was relieved that Y/N had decided to stay to keep them all company. He had missed her over the last week. Sometimes, she was all he could think about. Truth be told, most of the detectives had given up on her case. Sexual harassment was so prevalent in Colorado Springs, that it had just been pushed behind the many cases before it. Flip was the only one still working on the case. He had been able to track down some witnesses and gained a few names in the process. He was slowly narrowing the down when he could get in touch with them. He wasn’t going to let her down. He had made a promise to her.
When Y/N decided it was time for her to go home to cook dinner, Flip was devastated. He wanted nothing more than to spend more hours with her, but he understood. He stood up from his desk chair as she helped clean up the room. He helped pick up some napkins and tossed them into the trash along with the empty donut boxes. He walked over to her and gently placed his hand on the dip in her back, guiding her out the big doors. He walked with her down the stairs and outside, a soft smile on his face. “Had to make sure you made it to your car safely.” He reassured her as he stepped back, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He watched her climb into the car and roll the window down. “Thank you, detective.” Her voice was sly as she teased him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “Drive home safe, Y/N.” She reassured him in return.
Flip still had his shift to finish, but it seemed to fly by now that he had been able to see Y/N for the day. He let out a sigh of relief once he finally looked at the clock on the wall. It had already gone dark outside, meaning his wife was probably fast asleep in bed. That gave him time to stop by the bar and get a few drinks to relax after a long day. He walked out of the station, waving bye to Jimmy and Ron before he made it to his truck. He stepped inside with ease and started up the engine before looking over at the passenger seat. Her file sat snug on the seat as he had left it this morning. He bit his lip as he picked up the manilla folder and opened it up. He smiled softly as he gazed at the contents before he set it down and drove off down the road.
He switched off the engine as his truck idled. He had made a few turns in the opposite direction of the bar, ending up right where he wanted to be. He was parked across the street from her house, gazing up at her windows, watching as her shadow passed by over and over again. He picked the camera up from the floor and chewed on his bottom lip before lifted the camera, snapping a few polaroids as she gazed out the window for the last time of the night. He set the polaroids down on his lap and watched her as she shut the curtains and walked away.
He waited until the house went dark before looking down at the polaroids in his lap. He smiled slightly as he gazed at her soft features before he flipped the file open, placing it in the pile of other pictures, sighing happily as he flicked the file closed and headed back home for the night, ready to tell his wife about his wonderful time at the bar in the morning.
The time has come! Dark!Flip and Sackler x Black!reader are being laid out and worked on as you read this! Since I’m working on both of these at the same time, I need to schedule them to ensure the best quality writing gets out to you all! (This is subject to change as I start college in less than a month!)
Tuesdays: Dark!Flip, drabbles, thots
Thursdays: Sackler x Black!Reader, imagines
During the week I will answer any questions or random things I get in my inbox as I can, but that requires things to be in my messages so please spam away!
Soft music surrounded the house. Adam quietly followed the source, his heart pounded with anticipation. He turned the corner and his stomach turned at the sight. His beloved stood in front of the stove, cooking what smelt like bacon and eggs as she danced lightly to the song.
“You blow my mind,
I’m satisfied.”
He snuck up behind her, feeling her jolt as his hands gripped her waist. She turned to look at him, an intoxicating smile spreading across her lips. Adam nearly melted at the sight, just as he did when he first saw it. It lit up her entire face, her chocolate eyes shining so bright that it almost blinded him. He felt himself leaning into her as they swayed side to side slowly to the music. Her smooth voice filled his ears as she sang along, smoothing his entire being as he listened.
He had never met someone who made him feel the way he does, not Hannah nor Jessa, two people he loved dearly. However, they never made his heart beat the way she did. Their presence was one that fill a hole in his life, but her’s fill the dark hole in his heart. Adam would never be able to understand what he did to deserve such happiness, but the feeling he felt since he met her was outstanding.
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I decided to make a teaser for both ideas to let you all decide which one you like the best! If they both get the same kinda hype, I will write them both on a schedule, but if one is favored over the other, I will focus on that one and update it more!
The night was cold, the air sharp. Outside of a small house, small plumes of smoke puffed out from a trucks exhaust pipe as it idled in the driveway. The front door was wide open, the cold air chilling the living room that was now unoccupied. Inside was a trail of destruction . A glass of wine lay knocked over, soaking the carpet to a pale red. The coffee table in pieces in the corner of the room, right above a large hole knocked in the wall. It was silent, until the sound of rushing footsteps and the scrapes of an old door sounded upstairs.
The sight was far different from the quiet one outside. A figure dressed in plaid slammed against the bathroom door, it creaked and splintered under each devastating blow. Cries of terror and panic sounded behind the thick wooden door. Glass shattered as the window knocked out from a blow. It all happened so fast. The large man finally splintering the door into pieces, the girl crying out for help, then the sudden silence.
By the time the sun rose, the truck was gone and so was the girl, nothing left behind but a scene of destruction.
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There will be two versions of this fic! One with no descriptors and one with a black!reader. With that being said, there will be plenty of differences between the two! They will be posted with the same plot, just differences with interactions with the reader. For example, the version with the black!reader will have many time period accurate interactions with characters.
This means that this version should be read with caution. If you would prefer as a black or POC reader to avoid these interactions, the no description version will be a wonderful back up!
just in time for sunday school✊☯(i find most religious dogma illogical. why can’t we just look @ the natural world around us; know that we are connected to it & the rest of the universe & just act accordingly. do we really need a invisible white daddy in the sky? R.B.H.
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