#Something Bout Our Love
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erineverly Ā· 1 year ago
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# Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  š’“š’„š’”š’†š’„š’‰š’Šš’š’… Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  ; Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  continued from here.
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ā Ā  axl? Ā  āž Ā  erinĀ  callsĀ  outĀ  forĀ  whatĀ  feelsĀ  likeĀ  theĀ  hundredthĀ  timeĀ  evenĀ  asĀ  herĀ  throatĀ  beginsĀ  toĀ  closeĀ  inĀ  onĀ  her,Ā  daintyĀ  handĀ  carefullyĀ  pushingĀ  theĀ  doorĀ  toĀ  theĀ  masterĀ  bedroomĀ  ajar.Ā  sheĀ  hesitates,Ā  lingersĀ  inĀ  theĀ  thresholdĀ  andĀ  strugglesĀ  toĀ  calmĀ  downĀ  herĀ  racingĀ  heart.Ā  sheā€™sĀ  beyondĀ  terrifiedĀ  ofĀ  whatĀ  mightĀ  awaitĀ  herĀ  inside.Ā  itā€™sĀ  threeĀ  inĀ  theĀ  morning.Ā  theĀ  clockĀ  isĀ  stillĀ  tickingĀ  inĀ  theĀ  distance.Ā  tick.Ā  tick.Ā  tick.Ā  andĀ  evenĀ  childrenĀ  knowĀ  thatĀ  allĀ  horribleĀ  thingsĀ  alwaysĀ  happenĀ  atĀ  threeĀ  inĀ  theĀ  morning.Ā  thisĀ  houseĀ  smellsĀ  likeĀ  deathĀ  ā€”Ā  theĀ  thoughtĀ  crossesĀ  herĀ  mindĀ  involuntarilyĀ  andĀ  refusesĀ  toĀ  leave.Ā  theĀ  airĀ  isĀ  staleĀ  andĀ  thereā€™sĀ  somethingĀ  dark,Ā  sinisterĀ  lingeringĀ  inĀ  it. Ā  ā Ā  @rcsechild?Ā  iā€™mĀ  comingĀ  in,Ā  okay? Ā  āž Ā  maybeĀ  heā€™sĀ  asleep,Ā  likeĀ  mostĀ  peopleĀ  wouldĀ  beĀ  atĀ  thisĀ  ungodlyĀ  hour,Ā  andĀ  thatā€™sĀ  whyĀ  heā€™sĀ  notĀ  answering,Ā  andĀ  sheā€™sĀ  justĀ  soļæ½ļæ½ paranoid. Ā 
butĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  stepsĀ  inside,Ā  sheĀ  findsĀ  theĀ  roomā€™sĀ  beenĀ  abandoned.Ā  muchĀ  likeĀ  theĀ  livingĀ  room,Ā  theĀ  diningĀ  room,Ā  kitchen,Ā  pantry,Ā  downstairsĀ  bathroomā€¦Ā  paleĀ  moonlightĀ  pouringĀ  inĀ  throughĀ  theĀ  tallĀ  windowsĀ  beingĀ  theĀ  onlyĀ  sourceĀ  ofĀ  lightĀ  becauseĀ  sheĀ  hasnā€™tĀ  yetĀ  musteredĀ  enoughĀ  courageĀ  toĀ  turnĀ  onĀ  theĀ  bedsideĀ  lamp.Ā  largeĀ  shadowsĀ  dancingĀ  betweenĀ  moonbeams,Ā  pretendingĀ  toĀ  beĀ  whatĀ  theyā€™reĀ  notĀ  andĀ  sendingĀ  chillsĀ  downĀ  herĀ  spine.Ā  itā€™sĀ  likeĀ  aĀ  dream,Ā  sheĀ  thinks,Ā  aĀ  nightmare.Ā  everythingā€™sĀ  soĀ  vividĀ  andĀ  real,Ā  andĀ  yetĀ  itĀ  almostĀ  feelsĀ  likeĀ  sheā€™sĀ  standingĀ  besideĀ  herĀ  ownĀ  body,Ā  watchingĀ  itĀ  unfoldĀ  whileĀ  havingĀ  absolutelyĀ  noĀ  controlĀ  overĀ  whatĀ  happensĀ  next.Ā  sheā€™sĀ  growingĀ  numbĀ  becauseĀ  sheā€™sĀ  hadĀ  thisĀ  feelingĀ  allĀ  night,Ā  keepingĀ  herĀ  wideĀ  awakeĀ  ā€”Ā  notĀ  thatĀ  sheā€™dĀ  manageĀ  toĀ  sleepĀ  otherwise,Ā  sheĀ  doesnā€™tĀ  rememberĀ  theĀ  lastĀ  timeĀ  sheĀ  gotĀ  moreĀ  thanĀ  twoĀ  hoursĀ  ofĀ  undisturbedĀ  rest.Ā  aĀ  voiceĀ  inĀ  theĀ  backĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  headĀ  tellingĀ  herĀ  toĀ  goĀ  checkĀ  onĀ  herĀ  husband.Ā  legally,Ā  heā€™sĀ  stillĀ  herĀ  husband.Ā  theirĀ  lawyersĀ  haveĀ  alreadyĀ  drawnĀ  upĀ  divorceĀ  papers,Ā  butĀ  theyĀ  remainĀ  unsigned.Ā  atĀ  leastĀ  onĀ  herĀ  end.Ā  why?Ā  sheĀ  canā€™tĀ  explainĀ  it.Ā 
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paleĀ  blueĀ  eyesĀ  scanĀ  theĀ  areaĀ  reluctantly,Ā  havingĀ  alreadyĀ  adjustedĀ  toĀ  theĀ  dark.Ā  whatĀ  isĀ  sheĀ  lookingĀ  for?Ā  aĀ  gun?Ā  aĀ  noose?Ā  tracesĀ  ofĀ  blood?Ā  hisĀ  feetĀ  stickingĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  closet?Ā  butĀ  theĀ  roomĀ  isĀ  empty.Ā  theĀ  onlyĀ  thingĀ  thatĀ  sheĀ  findsĀ  isĀ  anĀ  envelope,Ā  andĀ  forĀ  aĀ  briefĀ  secondĀ  itĀ  almostĀ  feelsĀ  likeĀ  relief.Ā  thatĀ  isĀ  untilĀ  herĀ  brainĀ  remindsĀ  herĀ  thatĀ  mostĀ  peopleĀ  whoĀ  commitĀ  suicideĀ  usuallyĀ  leaveĀ  goodbyeĀ  notesā€¦Ā  herĀ  handsĀ  beginĀ  toĀ  shakeĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  picksĀ  upĀ  theĀ  envelopeĀ  andĀ  turnsĀ  itĀ  over.Ā  sheĀ  liftsĀ  theĀ  unsealedĀ  flapĀ  andĀ  pullsĀ  outĀ  aĀ  singleĀ  foldedĀ  sheetĀ  ofĀ  plainĀ  whiteĀ  paper.Ā  sheĀ  doesnā€™tĀ  reallyĀ  wantĀ  toĀ  readĀ  it.Ā  partĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  isĀ  temptedĀ  toĀ  ripĀ  itĀ  apart,Ā  standĀ  upĀ  andĀ  runĀ  forĀ  theĀ  door,Ā  neverĀ  lookĀ  backĀ  again.Ā  butĀ  beforeĀ  sheĀ  canĀ  stopĀ  herself,Ā  herĀ  fingersĀ  areĀ  alreadyĀ  unfoldingĀ  theĀ  paper,Ā  gazeĀ  landingĀ  onĀ  familiarĀ  handwritingĀ  asĀ  herĀ  bodyĀ  sinksĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  mattress.Ā  sheĀ  readsĀ  it,Ā  everyĀ  singleĀ  word.Ā  once,Ā  twice,Ā  threeĀ  timesā€¦Ā  overĀ  andĀ  overĀ  andĀ  overĀ  again.Ā  theĀ  tremorĀ  inĀ  herĀ  handsĀ  increasesĀ  andĀ  sheĀ  hasĀ  toĀ  lowerĀ  them,Ā  placeĀ  themĀ  inĀ  herĀ  lapĀ  toĀ  stopĀ  theĀ  letterĀ  fromĀ  flappingĀ  aboutĀ  inĀ  frontĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  eyes,Ā  givingĀ  herĀ  anĀ  evenĀ  biggerĀ  headache.Ā  sheĀ  smoothsĀ  itĀ  out,Ā  smearingĀ  dropletsĀ  ofĀ  waterĀ  acrossĀ  theĀ  paper.Ā  water?Ā  butĀ  ā€”Ā  sheĀ  beginsĀ  toĀ  hyperventilate,Ā  notĀ  evenĀ  realizingĀ  thatĀ  thereā€™sĀ  tearsĀ  runningĀ  downĀ  herĀ  cheeks.Ā  theĀ  inkĀ  spreadsĀ  andĀ  wordsĀ  blurĀ  asĀ  moreĀ  teardropsĀ  rollĀ  downĀ  herĀ  faceĀ  andĀ  fallĀ  ontoĀ  theĀ  letter.
forĀ  theĀ  lastĀ  goodbyeā€¦Ā  heā€™sĀ  killedĀ  himself.Ā  heĀ  mustĀ  haveĀ  finallyĀ  doneĀ  it.Ā  thatā€™sĀ  whyĀ  heā€™sĀ  notĀ  answeringĀ  her.Ā  sheā€™sĀ  comeĀ  hereĀ  butĀ  itā€™sĀ  tooĀ  late.Ā  itĀ  dawnsĀ  onĀ  herĀ  allĀ  atĀ  once,Ā  thatĀ  feelingĀ  sheā€™sĀ  beenĀ  havingā€¦Ā  aĀ  personĀ  knowsĀ  whatĀ  theĀ  otherĀ  halfĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  soulĀ  departsĀ  ā€”Ā  heā€™sĀ  gone.Ā  sheĀ  soĀ  selfishlyĀ  leftĀ  him,Ā  aĀ  broken,Ā  sufferingĀ  shellĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  man,Ā  blamedĀ  itĀ  allĀ  onĀ  himĀ  andĀ  heā€™sĀ  endedĀ  it.Ā  itā€™sĀ  allĀ  herĀ  fault.Ā  sheĀ  couldnā€™tĀ  beĀ  theĀ  wifeĀ  thatĀ  heĀ  deserved,Ā  couldnā€™tĀ  loveĀ  himĀ  howĀ  heĀ  neededĀ  toĀ  beĀ  loved.Ā  sheā€™sĀ  readĀ  countlessĀ  ofĀ  lettersĀ  writtenĀ  byĀ  him,Ā  butĀ  notĀ  oneĀ  hasĀ  everĀ  soundedĀ  thisĀ  final.Ā  sheĀ  foldsĀ  itĀ  andĀ  triesĀ  toĀ  putĀ  itĀ  backĀ  inĀ  theĀ  envelope,Ā  butĀ  herĀ  handsĀ  areĀ  tremblingĀ  tooĀ  muchĀ  andĀ  allĀ  sheĀ  managesĀ  toĀ  doĀ  isĀ  cutĀ  theĀ  padĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  fingertipĀ  onĀ  theĀ  sharpĀ  edge.Ā  sheĀ  givesĀ  up,Ā  crumplesĀ  itĀ  andĀ  tucksĀ  itĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  pocketĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  jeans.Ā  herĀ  mindā€™sĀ  switchedĀ  off,Ā  andĀ  herĀ  bodyā€™sĀ  actingĀ  onĀ  itsĀ  ownĀ  accord,Ā  movingĀ  almostĀ  automatically.Ā  herĀ  legsĀ  areĀ  weak,Ā  tremblingĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  standsĀ  up,Ā  asĀ  ifĀ  theyĀ  wereĀ  madeĀ  ofĀ  jello.Ā  heā€™sĀ  hereĀ  somewhereā€¦Ā  andĀ  suddenlyĀ  sheĀ  thinksĀ  sheĀ  knowsĀ  exactlyĀ  where.Ā  theĀ  oneĀ  roomĀ  thatĀ  sheĀ  hasnā€™tĀ  setĀ  aĀ  footĀ  inĀ  sinceĀ  thatĀ  halloweenĀ  night.Ā  shilohĀ  orĀ  willowā€™sĀ  nursery.Ā  andĀ  godĀ  doesĀ  sheĀ  dreadĀ  goingĀ  thereā€¦Ā 
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todayisafridaynight Ā· 1 year ago
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So Allegedly Infinite Wealth is 100 hours... not that you can't already spend that long on the games if you really want to, but I'd say it's the first time that could be said to be the base experience rather than a time only hardcore completionists are likely to get.
Yokoyama was talking at length about wanting to make the game worth the price tag since the team is incredibly conscious about the value of the players' time and money. They essentially feel they owe players ten times what they paid, so they're aiming for "an enjoyable 100 hours, but also an unforgettable 100 hours."
If they pull it off, I personally think it'd be 100% worth it and not just a "well other studios are doing it so we can get away with it too" price hike... I'm at least happy to know that's not the intent, and I'm intrigued to see how everything pans out and what the ratio is between story and side content
oh yayaya i saw that article this morning!!! 100 hours is actually so unfathomable to me in terms of an rgg game- i mean y7 was At Minimum around 45~50 hours but when i think of other RPGS that easily dip into 70's and 100's of hours, i'm not too surprised to see LAD start to climb towards those numbers now. it'd be such a jump in rgg's terms tho, so i'm TRULY curious to see where the nearly doubled gameplay hours comes from..
i really appreciate yoko's respect not just to RGGS but also to its customers: they want to make a great product, but they also don't want to sacrifice what they want to do to do that in the process
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crandberrysaucewithpulp Ā· 15 days ago
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we should all be done with trying to smear our distinctive qualities into the dent of societal normalcy. i am going to seek every weirdo freak and nerd and assemble them into a union to rival insecure conformists, and then convert them into their own authenticity
#i think this is how our race will heal#and so many miss out on deep friendships and relationships w others bc weā€™re all afraid of being seen#but itā€™s a wonderful thing to be known and to grow with people and have them understand you#and then you fill some of each others craters with your own habits or interests and such#and u learn from each other and relate to each other better and just become even better individuals#and idk why iā€™m thinking about this a lot today. but itā€™s saddening to know that all this value is sucked out of our world today#like people canā€™t stand to love things that are different#and avoid unorthodoxy while being unwilling to know more about it#so stuck in routine without the things that help celebrate living#obviously ppl have attraction and comfort in work and studies#but also personal enjoyment stretches into infinite forms#and weā€™re so obsessed with acting like a person that we forget that we were humans first#and to me there is a difference#people are obedient and civil. humans are adventurous curious and fascinated with the mere acknowledgement of being alive#thereā€™s so much substance in being a human and we were never meant to live with minimized focuses#we are explorers and critical thinkers and we never stop learning from and enjoying being alive#and weā€™re meant to bond together even if our only similarity is our species#and people now are so strict on what and who they interact with that finding interest in someone thatā€™s different#sounds like something that they need to overcome before investing in#which is sick#the way weā€™re taught to not show kindness or respect to people that donā€™t precisely embody the idea of an ordinary peer is just awful#we should all let ourselves be weird we should all find interest in specific topics and talk bout them we should all dress in#whatever feels right we should all recognize that our humor is different whether bizarre or bland#i call out of work for one day and start a transcribed podcast in tumblr tags :|#ready to commence the revolution
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fabuladorah Ā· 5 months ago
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Slow Burn? No, more like instantanian combustion
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therosevest Ā· 2 years ago
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you guys just donā€™t even know or care about the stories the theatricality the characters behind afycso itā€™s honestly insulting...
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dissectedgrrl Ā· 11 months ago
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me when a straight person makes a playlist for their gf/bf and they have girl in red on it
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hcrctic Ā· 8 months ago
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tag dump! wanda edition
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rhaenyratargcryen Ā· 4 months ago
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you're my shotgun lover and i want it all | tyler owens (twisters)
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summary:Ā Every once in a while, the two of you will get a little too drunk, stay until last call, sneak back to your motel room, and fuck. Nobody knows ā€“ at least you donā€™t think they do ā€“ and you never talk about it when youā€™re sober. Tyler will generally stay until you fall asleep, but heā€™s always gone when you get up the next day. Only once has he woken up in bed with you the next morning, and youā€™ve never made that mistake again. There isnā€™t a name for what you feel for him, you donā€™t think, and you canā€™t tell what he thinks of the arrangement. Clearly he likes it, or he wouldnā€™t be making eyes at you from across three peopleā€™s laps as you pull these peanuts from their shells. author's note:Ā i...wrote this...in one.......single......afternoon. my fingers hurt anyway he's so hot i have had a crush on glen powell since 2018 (set it up supremacy) but this movie reawakened something in me. i should probably watch top gun now
pairing:Ā tyler owens x f!reader word count: 9,123 (...oopsie) warnings/tags:Ā pWp (with, y'all!), alternate universe: canon divergence, friends to lovers, friends with benefits
alsoĀ cross-posted to ao3Ā okay love you bye xoxo your comments and reblogs are appreciated but not required i will love you all the same i hope u like !!!! <3
all characters are 18+ these are 18+ activities minors pls do not interact my eye is twitching as i write thisĀ 
It has been one hell of a week.
The tornadic activity has been off the charts ā€“ more storms built up under ideal conditions for weather hell-bent on destruction in a multiple-day stretch than you can remember ever tracking before. Your team had obviously been up for the chase, but now that the storms have passed, and the sun shines on the cleanup efforts, you canā€™t help but wish youā€™d chosen a different life path. You love what you do, but God, were you tired. Blisters have formed on the palms of your hands despite the gloves youā€™d donned. You could practically feel the knots forming in your neck. You shovel one more load of leaf litter before heaving the blade into the ground and leaning against it. Across from you, a backhoe is demolishing and excavating the remains of a house.
You close your eyes and try to just let the sun warm your face, thinking about how fast it can all just be gone. Mother Natureā€™s a beautiful force, but she can be cruel.
ā€œHey, donā€™t be slowinā€™ down on me,ā€ Tyler jokes, clapping a hand between your shoulder blades. You hadnā€™t heard him approach, and his voice has startled you, pulling you from your thoughts. ā€œWeā€™re ā€˜bout halfway done with our part, I think.ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ you reply, swiping the back of your arm across your forehead, trying in vain to clear your bangs from your eyes, but they wonā€™t budge. Tyler reaches up and, almost as if he isnā€™t even thinking about it, takes the unruly pieces of hair between his thumb and forefinger and tucks it behind your ear, underneath the temple of your sunglasses, to make sure it stays this time. The action is so intimate it sends a flush crawling up your neck. You chance a look around to make sure no one else has seen. ā€œNot slowinā€™ down, I promise. Just thinking about how lucky we are to be alive. How sad it is that all these people just lost everything.ā€
Youā€™ve known Tyler since the two of you were in college together, fast friends whoā€™d stuck together through a lot that could've put a strain on any other relationship, although you hadnā€™t studied meteorology ā€“ youā€™d been in school to be a librarian.Ā 
One night, heā€™d asked you to stay up and help him with a lab heā€™d missed for one of his classes, and he loves to say he knew it then ā€“ that you were hooked ā€“ but you were too far along in your degree to do anything about it now. Switching from an arts degree to one in STEM? Youā€™d have had to start over from scratch.Ā 
Tyler had formed his team while you were in grad school and he was working as a cowboy for the rodeo back home, and youā€™d dropped out without a second thought when he asked you to be a founding member, to travel the country with him every tornado season. Said he wouldnā€™t ā€“ couldnā€™t ā€“ think about doing it without you. Youā€™ve been riding with him ever since.
The two of you share everything, always have, and sometimes you wonder if it might be too much for the professional relationship youā€™re supposed to have.
ā€œThatā€™s what weā€™re here for,ā€ Tyler grins, the hand still glued to your back rubbing gently, sending goosebumps across your skin under your shirt. ā€œTo help ā€˜em feel like their luck is turninā€™.ā€
Always the optimist, Tyler Owens. He clears his throat, the hand on your back pulling away, and steps slightly closer to you.
ā€œOne of the folks over there gave these to me,ā€ he says, gesturing to a group of people gathering in front of a house that looks like something had tried to suck it into the ground from dead center. ā€œI saved their cat from their screened-in porch, poor thing had been yowling all night apparently. Know theseā€™re your favorite, so, here you go. I think you earned it.ā€
You take the tin from him and open it, your mouth instantly watering at the sight of the small, round butter cookies inside. ā€œGod,ā€ you groan, picking one up and taking a bite, savoring it over your tongue. You can feel Tyler watching you carefully. ā€œThank you. You get me.ā€
ā€œDo we get cookies, Tyler?ā€
Lilyā€™s voice sounds from your left, and you glance over at her. The shit-eating look on her face tells you she did see Tyler fix your hair for you. Your stomach somersaults.
ā€œIf youā€™re good,ā€ Tyler says, smirking, ā€œafter the sun sets, we can head back to the motel, find some shitty bar, and drinksā€™ll be on me, okay? Howā€™s that sound?ā€
Lily whoops, turning to Dani, whoā€™d since appeared beside her, and the two snicker and fist bump.Ā 
ā€œYou need any help over here?ā€
You look back at Tyler, cupping one hand above your eyes to shield them from the sunlight. Despite your glasses, it shines bright from directly behind him, and you can hardly stand to look at him.Ā 
ā€œYeah, Iā€™m good,ā€ you murmur in reply, bending down to toss some siding that had been blown off one of the houses on this street into the wheelbarrow youā€™ve been using. ā€œYou should go see what Booneā€™s up to ā€“ I donā€™t think anyone has seen him in a minute.ā€
No doubt Boone was hiding somewhere with one of the breakfast burritos Lily and Dani have been rolling since early that morning, seeing how long he can get away with not doing his part. Heā€™s a good guy, but the manual labor side of the job isnā€™t really his thing.
ā€œEh, heā€™s better off wherever he is,ā€ Tyler laughs, and a small smile takes over your face, too. ā€œHey, you sure youā€™re okay? You donā€™t need a break? You can take a minute to yourself, no oneā€™ll judge. I know how this can all get to you a little more than it gets to everyone else.ā€
You know him well enough to know heā€™s not calling you weak-stomached, that heā€™s genuinely concerned for how you feel, but heā€™s right. It does all get to you. Settling in to help survivors of these natural disasters is just something that comes with the chasing ā€“ there isnā€™t one without the other for you and the rest of the crew. You nod, glancing back up at him.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m okay, Tyler. Go off and be the face of the operation ā€“ you donā€™t have to worry about me.ā€
Tylerā€™s eyes narrow, his gaze shifting between your eyes, trying to find evidence youā€™re withholding the truth from him, but he seems to find nothing. With a minute tip of his head, he turns to resume working through a long-term plan for rebuilding the town with the mayor and some other members of the local government.Ā 
This is something else you know he loves to do ā€“ shmooze with higher-ups, show off his people skills. Not only are they higher-ups, theyā€™re small-town folk. His kind of people. He knows how to get through to them, how to get them to trust him. You love that about Tyler. Heā€™s never condescending ā€“ he always has a genuine desire to help. Heā€™s been through this hundreds of times, and these people may only have been through it this one time. You look around at them, at the people of all ages picking up the pieces that remain of their community, then cross your fingers and send a thought out to anyone listening:
Please let it be the only time.
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After a few more hours of genuinely back-breaking work, you hear Tylerā€™s sharp whistle and know itā€™s time, meandering over to his truck where itā€™s been parked for almost eighteen hours. Using your teeth, you pull your gloves from your hands and hiss. Theyā€™ve been rubbed raw, the skin blistering where each finger meets the palm. You try to ignore the throbbing sensation, leaning against the passenger side door and closing your eyes. The rest of the crew sidle up to you, taking long drags from water bottles and cigarettes and trying to make peace with how youā€™re leaving this place tonight.
ā€œDoes anyone else want to break off to shower first?ā€
It seems Daniā€™s the only one, and they shrug, putting their hand out, palm up, to Dexter, who hands them the keys to the RV.
ā€œMeet yā€™all there,ā€ they say, stifling a yawn, and you know itā€™ll be a bit before you see them. The rest of you will have to pile into Tylerā€™s truck, and before you can object, the other three crawl into the back seat and leave you on the front bench with Tyler. You let yourself in and close the door behind you, buckling and watching as Tyler shakes someoneā€™s hand and hustles to meet the rest of you. His Texans cap hits the bench before he does, between the two of you, and he turns his keys in the ignition, buckling his own seatbelt.
ā€œWhere we headinā€™?ā€
ā€œThereā€™s a place with a mechanical bull nearby. I vote there.ā€
ā€œHow nearby is ā€˜nearby,ā€™ Boone?ā€
ā€œUh,ā€ he pulls his phone from his pocket, does a quick Google to double-check. ā€œForty-five minutes?ā€
Dexter leans over and grips Booneā€™s phone, reading the screen. ā€œIn the opposite direction of the motel, Boone.ā€
Everyone groans, objecting, and you press your hand against your temple to alleviate the pressure there. The noise, God, the noise.
ā€œCould we go somewhere closer to the motel, maybe?ā€
ā€œItā€™s got a mechanical bull,ā€ Boone stresses, and everyone rolls their eyes.
ā€œBoone, you know damn well weā€™re not making it back to the motel if we go that far away.ā€
He groans, and you pull your own phone out, checking Maps to see whatā€™s around the motel.
ā€œThis oneā€™s three minutes from where weā€™re stayinā€™,ā€ you say, showing Tyler your screen, and he nods, shifting into reverse, backing out, and starting down the one lane of the street thatā€™s been cleared of debris.Ā 
ā€œHey Boone,ā€ you toss over your shoulder as Tyler shifts into second gear. ā€œBy the way. Long time no see.ā€
Lily snorts, smacking you on the shoulder to let you know she thought that was a good one. Boone shakes his head.Ā 
ā€œHey, just because you didnā€™t see me all day doesnā€™t mean I wasnā€™t out there, too. How do I know you were workinā€™, werenā€™t sitting on your ass in the shade somewhere, hm?ā€
You hold your raw, red palms out for him to inspect and that shuts Boone up quick. Tyler whistles as he gets an eyeful of your skin.
ā€œGod damn, girl,ā€ Lily murmurs. ā€œThat looks like it hurts. I think I might have Aquaphor in my bag back at the motel if you want some.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll be alright,ā€ you reply, knocking your elbow against her knee behind you in thanks. ā€œAppreciate you.ā€
The rest of the drive is taken mostly in silence, everyone in the backseat trying to rest their eyes, but you stay up, your eyes on the road, so Tyler isnā€™t the only one making the thirty-ish minute drive back to where youā€™re staying, where you checked in only after itā€™d been decided which towns had been hit the worst, so you could reach all of them easily by truck.
ā€œWhatā€™s goinā€™ on in your head? Hm?ā€
You turn to look at Tyler and he glances at you from out of the corner of his eye, then at your lap, at the fingernails youā€™ve picked down to the quick. ā€œReal quiet over there.ā€
ā€œNothing,ā€ you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
ā€œDonā€™t let Boone get to you,ā€ Tyler says, tapping his right fist on your thigh once, twice, then letting it rest there. You brush your knuckles against his and he opens the fist immediately, taking your hand in his but not squeezing, careful not to put pressure on the blisters on your palms.
ā€œItā€™s not that,ā€ you start, then realize your mistake, your admission. ā€œI really ā€“ I think Iā€™m just tired. Itā€™s been a long week.ā€
Youā€™re acutely aware of your hand in Tylerā€™s. Itā€™s not like youā€™ve ever been shy around him ā€“ your cheeks flush at the thought ā€“ but this isā€¦different. Sweet. More.
ā€œYeah, that it has,ā€ he sighs, adjusting his left hand on the steering wheel so he can drive a little more comfortably, but his right hand stays in yours.Ā 
You settle back into silence, Tyler seemingly having dropped the subject, and your eyes return to the road, but you feel him looking over at you, checking on you, every once in a while. You try your hardest not to meet his gaze.Ā 
Soon enough, Tyler is putting the truck in park, then shutting the thing off. The noise ā€“ or lack thereof, you guess ā€“ wakes Dexter in the back, then Lily, who snorts when she sees your hand in Tylerā€™s. You pull away and unbuckle your seatbelt, watching as Tyler, with a hurt look on his face, wipes his hand on his jeans and swings himself down and out of the truck.
ā€œCā€™mon, Boone,ā€ he shouts, slapping a hand on the door that Boone has his head resting against, and the man sits up straight, wiping sleep from his eyes. ā€œThe sun hasnā€™t even gone down yet. Drinks on me, pal!ā€
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The motel really is that close to the bar, so you all decide youā€™ll leave the truck parked there and walk home at the end of the night. The unspoken verdict is that you will all be getting shitfaced tonight.
The lingering smell of cigarettes in the air seems to rejuvenate everyone and Lily pumps a fist when she spots the old-fashioned jukebox across the room, then claps a hand over her mouth when she realizes thereā€™s a TouchTunes sitting right next to it.
ā€œOh, I am so forcing you fuckers to listen to Chappell Roan all night,ā€ she says gleefully, and you laugh along with her, looping your arm in hers and letting her pull you across the room while the boys settle in at the bar.
ā€œSo what was that all about?ā€
ā€œWhat was what all about?ā€ You play dumb, shrugging when Lily gives you a hard look and unhooks her arm from yours.
ā€œGirl, seriously,ā€ Lily scoffs, bumping your hip with hers and slipping a twenty dollar bill into the TouchTunes. Evidently she wasnā€™t joking when she meant youā€™d be listening to Chappell Roan all night. ā€œI saw that thing earlier, the hair thing, donā€™t think I didnā€™t. And yā€™all holding hands in the truck. Whatā€™s going on there?ā€
You shake your head but she grabs your wrist. ā€œIā€™m serious, Lil. Nothingā€™s going on. Weā€™re friends ā€“ good friends. He noticed I was having a hard time today, and wanted to make sure I was alright. Thatā€™s all.ā€
You can tell she doesnā€™t fully believe you, and when she opens her mouth to object, you cut her off.
ā€œIā€™m gonna run to the bathroom, okay?ā€
Lily watches you, trying to read the small line between your eyebrows, but eventually she nods and lets go of you, letting you turn away from her. You push through the door to the womenā€™s restroom, your nose wrinkling at the smell, but you ignore it. Standing in front of the sink, you watch yourself, hands shaking. This isnā€™t you. Youā€™re better than this at shoving these feelings for Tyler down, way down ā€“ or, rather, you had been, up until this week broke you, apparently. Turning the knob for the cold water to the left, you let it run over your sore hands, hissing at the feeling. Carefully, you cup your palms and watch them fill, then splash the water onto your face, soothing the flush. There. That should help.
Thereā€™s a cold bottle of Coors in front of the seat next to Dexter when you arrive back to the group, ā€œRed Wine Supernovaļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ playing from the speakers. You almost snort at all the old men ā€“ regulars, no doubt ā€“ groaning out their distaste for whoever chose the music all across the room.
ā€œThanks,ā€ you toss over your shoulder at Tyler, sitting on the other side of Dexter and Boone. He nods and nurses his own. You frown and settle onto the stool, leaning an elbow on the bartop so you can turn and face your friends. The cold beer against the palms of your hands feels so nice.
Whatā€™s wrong with him? He wonā€™t make eye contact with you, and you notice his jaw clicking as he grits his teeth. Whatā€™s got his panties in a twist?
As the night unfolds, you find yourself laughing more and more, loosening up, letting the stress of the last week fade into memory. Someone has produced a deck of cards from God knows where and Dani ā€“ who did join the group eventually ā€“ is showing off card tricks you didnā€™t even know they knew. You feel a warmth spreading through your body, and you canā€™t stop thinking about how much you love all of these people. Your friends. Your family. Empty bottles are swiftly replaced with full, cold ones without notice, and everyone is languid, relaxed, unburdened by the work that youā€™re all doing.
You take a pull from your drink, using the cover of the bottle to risk a glance to Tyler three seats down from you to find that heā€™s already watching you, and the look in his eye tells you exactly what heā€™s thinking. That somersault-y feeling is lower than your stomach now. Youā€™re only three beers deep, but the air in your head reminds you that youā€™ve barely eaten all day, so youā€™re a little more affected by the alcohol than youā€™d usually be. Impolitely, you reach across Dexter next to you to grab a handful of peanuts from the basket to his left.
Glancing back up at Tyler, you meet his heady gaze again, and he smirks around the lip of the bottle against his mouth. He knows heā€™s got you right where he wants you. You swallow nervously around another sip of beer.
Every once in a while, the two of you will get a little too drunk, stay until last call, sneak back to your motel room, and fuck. Nobody knows ā€“ at least you donā€™t think they do ā€“ and you never talk about it when youā€™re sober. Tyler will generally stay until you fall asleep, but heā€™s always gone when you get up the next day. Only once has he woken up in bed with you the next morning, and youā€™ve never made that mistake again. There isnā€™t a name for what you feel for him, you donā€™t think, and you canā€™t tell what he thinks of the arrangement. Clearly he likes it, or he wouldnā€™t be making eyes at you from across three peopleā€™s laps as you pull these peanuts from their shells.
ā€œAlright, yā€™all,ā€ Lily says, slapping a hand on the bar, startling you out of your thoughts. You watch her, popping a nut into your mouth. ā€œThink Iā€™m gonna head out. I suggest you all do, too, fuckers, itā€™s late.ā€
Everyone starts to protest, but one glance at the clock tells you youā€™ve all stayed much longer than you thought ā€“ itā€™s a quarter past midnight, and youā€™ve got to be up with the daylight. You balk, but if you want to talk to Tyler tonight, you know youā€™ve got to shoulder your exhaustion and stick it out a little longer.
ā€œI think I might stay for a bit,ā€ you murmur, watching everyone stand and gather their things. You glance over at Tyler, who you can see clearly now that everyoneā€™s out of their seats, and heā€™s watching you, too. The look on his face reads plain, now ā€“ he wants you.
ā€œIā€™ll stay with her,ā€ he says, eyes on yours. The green in them has disappeared almost completely, you notice, his pupils blown wide. ā€œWalk her back. Yā€™all head back if you want.ā€
ā€œI might stay, too ā€“ā€ Booneā€™s voice cuts off, coughing as Lily elbows him in the stomach, maybe a little too hard. ā€œWhat the fuck was that for?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re going to bed, too, Boone,ā€ Dani interrupts, a hand on his shoulder, guiding him towards the door. They poke him once when he starts to protest. ā€œCā€™mon, now.ā€
Everyone shuffles out the front, Dexter calling good night, and all of the sudden, itā€™s just you and Tyler. You donā€™t know why, but your palms begin to sweat at the thought of being alone with him again. He stands, palming his drink, and slides onto the seat next to you, his body angled towards yours.
Heā€™s never made you nervous like this. You donā€™t know what the fuck is wrong with you.
ā€œSo,ā€ Tyler starts, grinning at you. ā€œYou come here often?ā€
You snort, emboldened by the booze, and he chuckles in response. ā€œIdiot.ā€
ā€œGod, but I do love making you laugh.ā€
You blush under his scrutinous gaze, and take a quick swig of the dregs of your drink, unsure what to say to that. He mirrors you, taking a sip of his own while his eyes bore into yours. Accusatory.
ā€œYou donā€™t do it much anymore, you know that?ā€
ā€œDo what?ā€
ā€œLaugh.ā€
You press your fingertips to your mouth and Tylerā€™s eyes follow your hand. ā€œI guess I just havenā€™t had much to laugh about lately,ā€ you start, sighing deeply. ā€œTornado seasonā€™s been hard this year, and you know how much that ā€“ it gets to me. As much as I love what we do. You know. Remember that family a couple weeks back whose daughter was stuck under her bunk bed when it pressed on her too long, lost her leg below the knee? That got to me, Tyler. It did.ā€
ā€œIt gets to me, too,ā€ he murmurs, knocking his knee against yours. ā€œI guess Iā€™m just better at hiding how bad it affects me. You can talk to me about it, though. You can talk to any of us.ā€
ā€œI know I can,ā€ you breathe, trying to keep your hands from shaking. ā€œI know. Sometimes I donā€™t know what to say, though, you know, what is there to say? Itā€™s not fair to complain about how sad it makes me to watch these people lose everything.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re allowed to feel sad. And to feel frustrated. Itā€™s not fair, youā€™re right, but weā€™re doing good work, yeah? Fighting the good fight. Figuring out what makes these things tick, how to warn people when theyā€™re in the path, get them outta the way and safe. Maybe they lose their house, their car, but they wonā€™t lose themselves, or each other. Thatā€™s what matters most. Just remember that.ā€
You look up at him, set your elbow on the bartop, and prop your chin on your open palm. Your hands donā€™t hurt so bad anymore, you notice. ā€œThanks, Tyler.ā€
ā€œAnytime,ā€ he smiles, but you shake your head.Ā 
ā€œSeriously. You always know what to say.ā€
A look crosses his face then, too quick for you to read, and he sets his drink down, flagging the bartender over to close out the teamā€™s tab. You frown, wondering if youā€™d, ironically, said the wrong thing.
ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€
Tyler looks back to you, and this time, the look in his eyes is unmistakable. It burns. ā€œTaking you home, sweetheart.ā€
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The walk back to your motel is done in silence. Tylerā€™s hand swings next to yours, and you feel it searching for yours more than once, but you donā€™t take it. You climb the stairs together, slowly, and he walks you to your door. His room is one more floor up.
You can tell he thinks you wonā€™t invite him in, that youā€™ve changed your mind ā€“ or maybe that you never made it up. He hadnā€™t, after all, told you plainly that that was why heā€™d stayed with you at the bar. You unlock the room with your key card and step inside, opening the door only far enough for you to fit through it. You turn back to look at him, his face awash in the street lights shining into the hallway. You flip the lightswitch on next to you, illuminating the room behind you, too.
ā€œWell,ā€ he murmurs, making to head back down the stairs. ā€œGood night.ā€
ā€œTyler?ā€
His head turns back to look at you, watching as you hold out one hand and he takes it, letting you pull him closer to you. You press yourself into him, push your whole face against his chest, your hip keeping the door from closing on the two of you. You inhale deeply, the smell of him overtaking your senses. His cologne, yes, but underneath that, the smell of dirt, earth. Home.
You feel his arms wrap around your back and you turn your head to the side, press your ear to his heartbeat. Your hands come up to scratch down his back and you feel it when he shudders.
ā€œStay?ā€
You hear his breath hitch in his chest, then the deep rumble of his voice as he says, ā€œAlright, baby.ā€
With a short inhale, your eyes flutter, nearly closing at the term of endearment. You step back, pulling him with you, and as you close the door behind you, he pushes one hand up into your hair and pulls your head toward his.
ā€œI, uh,ā€ you whisper against his lips when they get close enough to yours, ā€œI think I might shower first, if thatā€™s okay with you?ā€
ā€œAlright,ā€ he murmurs, unlacing his hand from the strands of your hair before toeing his boots off and carefully setting them under the chair next to the front door. ā€œYou want company?ā€
You swallow. Youā€™ve never done anything like that before. Itā€™s always been quick. When you do this with him, you hardly ever have time for a chat before heā€™s got your shirt over your head and his mouth on your skin.
ā€œSure,ā€ you reply. You feel him watch as you turn around and pull your shirt off, reaching back to unclasp your bra. The modesty feels redundant, but you canā€™t help it.
ā€œNot gettinā€™ shy on me now, are you? Sā€™not like I havenā€™t seen you naked before,ā€ he chuckles, and you throw a look at him over your shoulder just as heā€™s pulling his own shirt over his head. He left his hat at the bar, you think. Youā€™ll have to go back in for it when you pick up the truck.
ā€œTyler,ā€ you scold, and he laughs at you, steps across the room to wrap an arm around your torso and press a kiss to where your neck meets your shoulder. The place he knows makes you melt. You sigh and push back against him, the feeling of his hard chest against your bare back a welcome one. This feels more like what you know, what youā€™re used to.
ā€œShower,ā€ you remind him, and he nods, his forehead pressed into that spot now, and he pushes his fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans, running them along the bit of skin there around to the front, where the fabric splits at the button. He pops it undone, then uses his thumb and forefinger to grip the zipper and slowly ā€“ so slowly ā€“ pulls that down. He canā€™t help himself, you know that, and so you hold your breath and wait for him to push his hand into your panties. Ever a predictable man, he does just that, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm hand against you.
ā€œAre you sure?ā€ Tylerā€™s breath against your neck makes you shiver, and you press your ear to the side of his chin. He runs his fingers along the seam of you, finding first your clit, your legs twitching at the sudden rush of pleasure when he brushes his hand against it, then pushing down to find you wet and wanting. You cry out softly. ā€œYou donā€™t sound sure. You donā€™t feel sure.ā€
You hum, your neck stretching back until your head is pressed to his chest, and he pulls his hand back up to start working small circles on your clit, your wetness on his fingers allowing for smooth movement, with just enough friction to have you panting for more.Ā 
ā€œSounds more to me like you kinda want me to fuck you with my fingers.ā€
ā€œTyler,ā€ you whimper, telling him with just his name that you are getting close. He smiles against the side of your neck, pulling his hand away and shoving your jeans and underwear down just enough that his hand has room to smack your clit lightly. You squeal, right leg kicking out at the feeling, and he continues moving his hand in circles to soothe the hurt.
Your breath is coming out of you in short huffs, and before you can come, Tyler takes his hand off of you and wraps it around your stomach to join the other. You pant and whine, rubbing your thighs together to chase the feeling heā€™d had you practically pressed up against, now ebbing with the loss of his fingers.
ā€œYou said you wanted to shower,ā€ he whispers in your ear, pulling your panties back up, and you scowl, pushing away from him. He laughs and holds his hands up in defense as you pick your t-shirt up off your bed and crack it at him like a whip. ā€œLetā€™s shower, baby.ā€
ā€œI might kick you out right now, Owens,ā€ you snark, but the small smile on your face gives you away, and Tyler unbuttons his own jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor at the end of the bed. Your jeans join his, and youā€™re both left in your underwear.
ā€œYou wouldnā€™t,ā€ he replies, pulling his briefs off slowly, biting his bottom lip as you watch him. ā€œYou like this cock too much.ā€
You canā€™t help laughing at him, but the sight of him bare in front of you does have you biting your lip. You step forward to cup his growing length in your hand. Before you can move it, Tyler puts a hand on your wrist.
ā€œHowā€™s your hand?ā€ He makes to pull it away, presumably to turn it over and appraise your blisters, but you shake your head.
ā€œSā€™fine,ā€ you whisper, tightening your grip. You tug once, twice, and press a kiss to his bare chest, then tip your head back to search out his lips. He leans down to oblige you, his lips parting against your mouth as you twist your fist. You love these moments you share with him, when youā€™re both bare, physically, emotionally, away from the real world, and you can pretend this is an everyday thing. When youā€™re not trying to tell yourself you feel nothing for him. Like this is just how it is between you.
Tyler groans when you pull your hand away from him and you click your tongue, press that same hand against his bicep.
ā€œDoesnā€™t feel so good, now does it?ā€
Before you even know whatā€™s happening, Tyler is picking you up, one arm underneath your back and the other around the backs of your knees. You look up at his face and laugh. ā€œPut me down, Owens!ā€
He grins and carries you the few paces into the bathroom, placing you on your feet in front of the tub. Tyler leans down and pushes his thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties, waiting for you to put your hands on his shoulders and step out of them.
He lets you pull away from him to turn the hot water on, adjusting the cold side until the temperature is perfect, before pulling you against his chest once again. This time, you can feel his hard cock pressed against your backside, and you hum appraisingly. You reach behind you to fist him again, but he shakes his head ā€“ you feel his chin brush against the top of your head ā€“ and he groans out, ā€œMm-mm.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œWeā€™re gonna shower, baby, cā€™mon.ā€
You glance back towards him and watch as he flicks the overhead light on. ā€œSo we donā€™t slip and die,ā€ he says, and you laugh, pushing the shower curtain to the side. Holding Tylerā€™s hand, you step over the lip of the tub and under the steady stream of warm water, inhaling deeply when it hits the sore muscles in your shoulders and back. Tyler groans at the feeling, too, when he steps in behind you.
ā€œHere, switch with me,ā€ he murmurs, guiding you by your waist until youā€™re the one underneath the water. You let it fall onto the top of your head, over your face and down the back of your hair, for a moment, eyes closed, relishing the feeling. Tyler reaches both hands up and brushes the water out of your eyes, runs his hand over the top of your head.Ā 
ā€œShampoo?ā€
You open one eye, the other shut against the water, and nod. You gaze up at him, heart squeezing at the way heā€™s watching you. His smile widens and he takes the tiny bottle in his hand ā€“ it looks even more comically small now ā€“ and dumps the product into his other palm, setting the bottle down onto the edge of the tub and rubbing his hands together.
ā€œTurn around.ā€
You do as he asks, inhaling sharply through your nose when you feel his hands run through the hair at the crown of your head. Your stomach aches with longing as you register how unnaturally intimate this is. His fingers feel so good against your scalp, which is slightly sunburnt, youā€™re now realizing. He massages the shampoo further into your hair, running his fingers down the back of your neck and across the tops of your shoulders. When heā€™s satisfied with his shampoo job, he steers you by your arms to face him again, then carefully helps you tilt your head back and rinses it all from your hair.
You watch him pick up the other small bottle from the shelf, warm water still running down the back of your head.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll do my conditioner,ā€ you murmur, taking the bottle gently from his hands. ā€œItā€™s a ā€“ itā€™s a science.ā€
ā€œI am very good at science, if you can recall.ā€
You laugh, shaking your head. ā€œItā€™s something Iā€™ve gotten perfectly right. Itā€™ll take just a sec.ā€
So you work the conditioner through the ends of your hair, avoiding his gaze as he watches your hands first coat your hair in the product, then rinse it out. He reaches forward to run his own fingers across it, as gently as he can.
ā€œHm,ā€ he makes the noise in the back of his throat, pulling his hand away. ā€œSoft.ā€
You can hardly look at him, the twisting feeling in your stomach shifting to something warmer, something further from apprehension, something that feels a lot like want. ā€œYou?ā€
Tyler shakes his head. ā€œIā€™m good. Here,ā€ he says, rubbing his hands across the plane of your upper back. ā€œYouā€™re tense. You worked hard today. Let me help.ā€
You werenā€™t going to protest, but before you can, Tyler guides you forward and out of the direct spray of the shower, then presses his thumbs into your muscle. You groan, your head falling forward onto his chest at the feeling, and he chuckles at you, continuing with his hands. ā€œFeel good?ā€
ā€œSo good,ā€ you whimper, and you feel his cock twitch against your stomach.
ā€œYou fucking dog,ā€ you joke, and Tyler laughs against you, pushing your hair off the back of your neck and pressing his thumbs in there, too.
ā€œHey, what can I say? I like making my girl feel good.ā€
You freeze. His girl? His girl. He hasnā€™t noticed your reaction, and he keeps pressing his fingers into your sore muscles, pulling one hand away briefly to push the showerhead down and away from the two of you. You glance up, already missing its warmth, but you find that the steam rising around you is doing a good enough job at that.
ā€œHere, baby,ā€ he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding you to press your hands against the tiled wall to your left, running his hands down your back.
ā€œWhat are you ā€“ā€
Before you can finish the thought, you feel Tylerā€™s fingers parting the seam of your cunt from ā€“ from behind, and you groan at the feeling of his middle finger slipping inside of you.
ā€œThatā€™s it, sweetheart,ā€ he groans, his knees hitting the floor behind you. You toss a glance at him over your shoulder and your own knees nearly buckle at the way heā€™s looking up at you ā€“ with hunger, and with reverence, and with something else entirely unrecognizable. He looks wild. He looks in love.
One of Tylerā€™s hands clamps down around your hips and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh as his finger starts to shift in and out of you. You shiver and push your face into the cool tile, groaning softly when he finds that rough bit of flesh inside of you, the one that makes you come undone if he works it long enough.
ā€œYeah?ā€ Tyler sounds fucked out already, his voice breathy against your skin, and you can picture the look on his face, the concentrated expression he gets when heā€™s trying to make you come. You try to focus on the feeling of the showerā€™s spray where it hits the edge of your foot rather than how good his finger feels inside you because if you think too closely about how good it feels, youā€™ll get lightheaded. And nobody wants that.
ā€œYeah,ā€ you reply weakly, and for a few minutes itā€™s just like that, the only sound in the bathroom the shower, your panting moans, and the noise your pussy makes as he pulls his finger in and out.
ā€œSound so good for me, baby,ā€ he says, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh again, and you whine, trying to protest when he slips his finger from you. He laughs deep in his chest and lightly smacks the swell of your ass.
ā€œDonā€™t complain when Iā€™m doinā€™ somethinā€™ nice for you,ā€ he jok, and you can feel then that heā€™s shifting himself around. You want to look over your shoulder, want to see for yourself what heā€™s doing, but freeze when you feel his palms cupping your ass, his nose pressing against the inside of your thighs.
Your mouth forms the word oh, but no sound comes out until you feel his mouth press against your cunt, tongue pushing inside of you, and then you cry out, chest heaving, when he presses a sloppy, wet kiss to your clit. You pull your face from where itā€™s still resting against the tile and look down at Tyler to find heā€™s already looking right up at you. His grip on your ass tightens when you make eye contact with him, and he spreads you open wider for him, eyes narrowing as his tongue flicks again, and again, and again.
ā€œThatā€™s it, sweetheart,ā€ he moans against you, the vibrations causing your legs to twitch. You already thought you were going to burst, the steam from the shower, the way heā€™d washed your hair, the fact that he was in your room at all ā€“ it all made you feel slightly insane. To add insult to injury, heā€™s just pushed two fingers inside of you and immediately found the spot that takes you out, and you start to shake a little.
ā€œTyler,ā€ you whine, pushing one hand down to grip his hair. He groans when you tighten your hold on it, fucking into you a little faster. ā€œTyler, fuck, gonna come.ā€
ā€œSo come, baby,ā€ comes his reply, and you do, you come so hard that the toes on your right foot curl until youā€™re on tiptoe and Tyler has to reach up and grip your waist to steady you. You feel it crest, and peak, then subside, but he keeps working you through it, his mouth moving against you still, and a second, smaller ā€“ though still good ā€“ orgasm wracks your body right after the first.
You breathe through it, push your foot down so youā€™re standing flat on the surface of the tub again, and wait for Tyler to pull his fingers out of you.Ā 
ā€œBaby,ā€ Tyler groans, squeezing your hips, his fingernails biting slightly into your skin. ā€œYou gotta let goā€™a me, if you want me to get up.ā€
His voice, fuck, his voice, you think, releasing your grip on his hair and turning to watch him rise from his knees, the tile cold against your back. You surge forward to kiss him square on the mouth and he catches you, smiles against you when you part your lips to taste yourself on his tongue.
ā€œWas that good?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ you breathe, pressing one, two, three more quick kisses to his mouth, before he reaches behind you to turn off the water. ā€œSo fucking good.ā€
Neither of you bother with a towel, instead opting to stumble toward the queen bed in the middle of the room and climb right underneath the covers.
ā€œHi,ā€ you whisper when youā€™re settled in, the duvet pulled up under your chin. Your eyes rove over his face, then glance over to the alarm clock behind him. 1:56 in the morning. ā€œYou still wanna fuck?ā€
Tyler snorts, reaching over to poke you in the side, gripping the skin there until you start to laugh. ā€œYou still wanna fuck?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ you reply, grinning, when you catch your breath. ā€œWanna?ā€
Heā€™s quiet for a second, watching the duvet rise and fall with each breath you take, before he peels it off of you, using his elbow to push himself up until heā€™s leaning over you. Thereā€™s a rosy flush on your chest, your breasts heaving and itā€™s all he can do not to lean down and take one of your nipples in his mouth, the one closest to him. Instead, he runs the back of his other hand across your chest, catching against the hard peak, and watches your breath stick to the inside of your throat. You feel yourself subconsciously leaning toward him as his face comes toward you. You want him to kiss you, but instead, he angles his mouth to kiss the skin below your chin.
ā€œYouā€™re so beautiful,ā€ he breathes against your neck, pressing his open mouth to you there, and you gasp at the feeling ā€“ of his mouth against you, and of his praise. It all feels so nice. He just made you come in the shower, and now heā€™s going to make you come in this bed, hopefully more than once.Ā 
You wrap your hands around his back and pull him toward you, watch as he settles in between your thighs. You can feel his thick cock, heavy, insistent, where it presses against you, and you want to take him into your hands, but he has other plans.Ā 
With one hand pressed into the pillow on either side of your head, Tyler uses his knees to knock your legs out further, sitting back against his heels when heā€™s satisfied. He wraps his big hands around your thighs and pulls you closer, smiling down at you. ā€œYouā€™re so beautiful.ā€
You blush when he repeats himself, suddenly feeling very bare. Heā€™s just as naked as you are, but you canā€™t help but feel like heā€™s seen your whole hand, meanwhile you hardly have any idea what cards he might hold. In the dim light from the lamp beside your head, you notice that you can see the green of his irises again. It seems like the shower sobered the two of you up very quickly.
His gaze locked on yours, Tyler takes himself into his hand, groaning at the pressure of his grip after neglecting his own want for so long, but he suddenly curses, pausing just as heā€™s about to press inside of you.
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t have a condom,ā€ he breathes, sitting back again. He runs one hand through his hair, visibly weighing the options.
ā€œItā€™s okay, Tyler,ā€ you murmur, leaning up onto your elbows. ā€œItā€™s okay. I have an IUD, and I got screened after the last time I was with someone. Iā€™m good. Iā€™m good if youā€™re good.ā€
Tyler heaves a heavy sigh, running his hands up your thighs. ā€œYouā€™re sure? Iā€™m clean, too, cross my heart. But only if youā€™re sure.ā€
You nod. ā€œMy head is clear. I think I shook off my drunk an orgasm or two ago.ā€
A grin crosses his face, and you roll your eyes at him before he even opens his mouth. Two? he mouths, then whistles lowly. You smack his stomach, and he grabs your wrist in his hand, lightning quick, pressing a kiss to the pulse point there. Your jaw falls slack, and you go all soft and pliant, letting him pin your hands above your head. His body comes down over yours, and his mouth presses to your cheek, then your forehead, and when your eyes flutter shut, the ghost of a kiss crosses them, too.
ā€œIā€™m gonna fuck you so good,ā€ he murmurs, and normally if a man were to say that to you, you would immediately regret letting him into your bed. But for some reason, when Tyler says it, it sends that familiar warmth spiraling down into your gut. You know he means it.
Slowly ā€“ too slowly ā€“ he guides himself back to your entrance, shifting his hips so theyā€™re resting comfortably against yours, and he presses himself inside of you. You hiss; the girth of him, although a welcome stretch, is also a bit of an uncomfortable one. He leans down to kiss you, working you through it with a thumb pressing circles into your clit, sliding himself in bit by bit until heā€™s fully seated.Ā 
A groan pushes out of him when you clench around him, testing the waters.
ā€œCareful,ā€ he murmurs, easing his hips back. ā€œIā€™d like it if this lasted longer than ten seconds, please.ā€
You laugh against the side of his head, pull your hands down from where heā€™d left them above you and wrap yourself around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you. Tyler grips your thighs and starts to work himself in and out of you, carefully, gently, but you squeeze his waist with your knees. Encouraging him. Asking him to pick it up. You can handle it.
His hips start to pull back and snap against yours quicker and quicker, Tyler panting in your ear, lifting up onto his palms and pushing himself off of you. He sits up onto his knees and tilts your hips up for a different angle, one that sets sparks dancing in front of your eyes. You groan, head tossed back, and dig your nails into his thighs as his pace picks up.
ā€œFuck, yeah, that it, baby? I can feel you ā€“ fuck, feel you squeezinā€™ me.ā€
You hardly have a voice with the rate heā€™s slipping in and out of you, barely enough to squeak out, ā€œFuck,ā€ before your cunt has him in a vice grip, working through another orgasm.
ā€œOhhh, thatā€™s it, huh, thatā€™s it.ā€ His mouth is going a mile a minute, neither of you really paying much attention to anything heā€™s actually saying. Youā€™re both focused on his own mounting orgasm ā€“ you donā€™t feel like your body is capable of much more than that ā€“ and you weakly clamp down around him once more. His eyes squeeze shut, his hips stutter, and he grits out, ā€œFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck,ā€ before he slots against you and you feel him filling you. You run a hand down his back, soothing him as he comes, biting your lip at the feeling, foreign but enjoyable.
Tyler groans and glances down to where his cock is softening inside of you. He eases his hips back, cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he does. ā€œShit, Iā€™m sorry, are you okay?ā€
You nod meagerly, pressing the back of your hand against your warm cheek. He watches you and, assured that youā€™re not going to pass out on him or anything, stands and hobbles into the bathroom. The sink turns on out of sight, and you close your eyes, listening to the water run. Tyler returns with a warm, wet towel and wipes the inside of your thighs, swiping gently across your cunt, before folding the towel and letting it fall to the floor at your bedside.
You feel loose, calm. Safe. You hardly notice him turn the light off, but you do feel the bed dip beside you as he rejoins you under the covers and pulls you into his arms. You melt against his sturdy chest, his heartbeat under your face a comfort, the rhythmic tick tick tick of it lulling you to sleep. But thereā€™s still one thing you have to know before you can relax completely.
His breathing has started to even out, but he hasnā€™t snored yet, so you know heā€™ll still hear you when you ask, ā€œAre you gonna leave?ā€
He grunts an acknowledgement of your question, nuzzling down into the top of your head.
ā€œDo you want me to stay?ā€
You know your answer, but you still bite your lip, considering the question. You hadnā€™t thought before that maybe he left after every night you spent together because he thought you didnā€™t want to wake up with him. ā€œYes.ā€
ā€œOkay,ā€ he murmurs against your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. ā€œThen Iā€™ll stay.ā€
If heā€™s at all worried about what will happen when you wake up tomorrow, he doesnā€™t show it, but anxiety courses through you at the thought of anyone finding out. Does he want the others to know? Because thatā€™s what it feels like.
ā€œStop thinking about it,ā€ he whispers, like he can hear your thoughts racing. ā€œItā€™ll be fine. Just go to sleep.ā€
Easy for him to say. Heā€™s out like a light. And youā€™re left alone with your thoughts until you fall into fitful, dissatisfying sleep sometime around when the world outside starts to turn blue.
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A pounding on your door wakes you from deep sleep ā€“ the deepest youā€™d gotten all night, at least ā€“ and you try to sit up but find thereā€™s a heavy weight on your chest blocking you. You rub the sleep from your eyes, glancing down at the sleeping body next to you. It takes a second for it to register: Tylerā€™s here.Ā 
Tylerā€™s here. Sidled up against you, arm thrown over your stomach like this is where he belongs. He didnā€™t leave. He stayed, like he said he would. His face looks so peaceful ā€“ so beautiful ā€“ you almost hate to wake him.
ā€œCome on, sleepyhead! Time to get a move on!ā€
Almost. You scramble to push Tyler off of you, ignoring his noises of protest, jumping out from under the covers and grabbing various articles of clothing off the floor to pull over your naked form. You plop back down on the bed, this time on his side, right next to where heā€™s starting to wake.
ā€œDude, get up, theyā€™re gonna know youā€™re not in your room. Theyā€™re gonna know youā€™re in here.ā€
ā€œSo what,ā€ he grumbles, rolling over as you push him and settling deeper into the bed. ā€œLet ā€˜em.ā€
You sit up straight, one hand on his arm. ā€œYou mean that?ā€
He hums and turns his neck to glance at you over his shoulder. ā€œYeah, ā€˜course I do. Youā€™re my girl.ā€
Your face flushes a deep pink and Tyler grins, reaching over to wrap an arm around you and drag you back down into the bed, pinning you under him and peppering an assault of open-mouthed kisses all over your face. You grin, thinking that you could get used to this ā€“ just not right now.
ā€œSeriously, Tyler,ā€ you laugh, pushing a hand against the side of his face. He squeezes your hip. ā€œWe have to get up. We gotta get back out there.ā€
Tyler sighs, loosening his grip on your body and kneeling over you. ā€œYeah, youā€™re right. Alright, alright.ā€
He stands and takes the top sheet with him, wrapped around his waist, and heads to the bathroom. To brush his teeth, you hope. God.
ā€œYou know,ā€ he says, head popping back out into the room, mouth full of toothpaste. ā€œYesterday. I wanted them to see us holding hands.ā€
You watch as he smiles at you and disappears back into the bathroom, then fall back onto the bed, hands pressed over your eyes.Ā 
Fifteen minutes later, the two of you are dressed, teeth brushed, hair taken care of, day packs slung over your shoulder, and youā€™re pulling the door closed behind you when you hear a whistle that pulls your attention to the parking lot.
ā€œDamn, Owens!ā€
The voice makes you jump, and you groan. You thought you were going to get away with the sneaking around, but the rest of your team is watching from next to the RV as the two of you descend the stairs together.
Lily and Dani turn to Boone with smug looks on both their faces, and he rolls his eyes and pulls his wallet from his back pocket. They hold their hands out for him to slap two twenty dollar bills down into.
ā€œWhatā€™s that?ā€ You ask when you get close enough to them.
ā€œWe had a bet that you and Owens would come out of that room together. Well, that one or his. Didnā€™t matter which.ā€
ā€œA bet I just lost,ā€ Boone groans, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. ā€œI thought for sureā€¦ā€
The rest of the crew snickers, including Tyler, who wonā€™t look at you. You poke a finger into his chest.
ā€œDid you know about this?ā€
ā€œNo, I swear,ā€ he says, hands up, and you donā€™t know why, but you believe him. ā€œThat doesnā€™t mean I didnā€™t drunkenly confess to Lily weeks ago that sometimes we, you knowā€¦ā€
You scoff, almost mad, but then Boone shouts and the scoff turns into a snicker because, hey, you love him, but you canā€™t help but relish in his defeat.
ā€œSo they knew?! Thatā€™s cheating!ā€
He storms off while the rest of you laugh, Dani clutching their side and following him around the side of the building to try to make amends, trailing off, ā€œIf it makes you feel any betterā€¦ā€
Lily looks over at you, then at Tyler, a grin swallowing her face. ā€œSo, are you guys, like, together now? Or something?ā€
You look up at Tyler, whoā€™s smiling softly at you, clearly deferring to you to answer that question. You feel a surge of affection for him swell in your chest. Clearing your throat, you turn to Lily.
ā€œOr something.ā€
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hxzbinwrites Ā· 10 months ago
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Hi! I just saw that requests are open, yeah!! I'd like to request an Alastor x fem!Reader where Vox has a crush on her so he sends her a set of different tea flavor as a gift. The problem is that these contain a drug that inhibits the person (thanks, Valentino). Basically, his plan was to wait for her to drink the tea and then show up at the hotel and seduce her so he could have her for himself (my boy thinks she loves him, lol). The problem is that she had graciously offered the tea to Alastor, who drinks it. Vox asks her if she enjoyed the tea she lies saying it was delicious so he immediately shows up at the hotel but ends up finding Alastor who is being super affectionate with her, revealing his true feelings for her. Eventually Alastor attacks Vox as soon as he sees him forcing the other to flee. Fluff and comedy, basically. xD
Alastor x Fem! Reader x Vox | Tea Time Troubles
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Warnings āš ļø: Ā Cussing, drugs, controlling and manipulative Vox, out of character Alastor.
"I dunno 'bout this Voxxy" Valentino said, handing him a baggie of the drug, a weak aphrodisiac lining the walls of the bag.
"Don't worry about me Valentino, I'll be fine" Vox reassured him, holding the bag up to his screened face. He smirked deviously as he put his hands behind his back.
"But you tell me all the time 'bout 'public image' and all that shit." Valentino retorted, crossing his lower arms against his stomach.
"Don't you worry your pretty little face about it Honey" Vox sneered, rubbing his cheek in a falsely affectionate way. "Vox is a big boy and can handle himself. I just gotta put this into some tea bags. (Y/n) WILL be MINE."
"Ugh" The moth groaned, taking a puff of his cigar,"She's not even worth it. She hangs out with radio, fossil trash. If she was good shed know who to choose. Besides, I'm better than she is, right?"
"You're wrong." Vox said, his left eye radiating hypnotizing waves out of anger,"(Y/n) is perfect. She's everything, and she will be mine."
Vox's demonic laughter could be heard across the building, sending chills down anyone who heard it's spine.
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"Honey!!" (Y/n) exclaimed, holding up the box of tea that arrived at their house,"Your tea shipment came!"
Alastor, who was reading the paper at the kitchen table, looked over to see his dear (Y/n) carrying two large cardboard boxes.
He teleported over, making his shadows place them atop of the counter. His keen eyes narrowed at the second box, seemingly almost identical to the first one.
"How peculiar!" Alastor said, tapping his cane on the second box, almost poking it as if it was a foreign object.
"What's peculiar about it?" The fellow deer demon asked, peering over at the box her partner was so intrigued by.
"I did not order two shipments of tea from the catalogue this month!" He replied, his smile tightening in irritation. Could someone be trying to plant something in this hotel? Trying to hurt any of his friends, his beloved, or him?
"Maybe it's a promo box?" (Y/n) suggested,"I mean, you are a loyal customer of theirs. Maybe they want you to try a new product, I hear that's the new rage."
"Ah" Alastor replied, walking closer to the counter to rip open the second box to be met with a letter and a large box of tea.
"Thank you for your loyalty Mr. Alastor. We're reaching out to our most loyal customers to give this Promo box to! We're asking that you try our newest flavor, a (your favorite flavor) but with a twist! Despite the erratic sounds at night in Hell, this tea should help you fall right asleep! If you enjoy it, please promote so on your beloved Radio Show!"
"I was right!" The doe said, looking up at her partner,"They must've given it to you because they know you're famous and can promote their tea! Very smart people, I wanna try one tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow? Why not today my doe?" Alastor said, looking down at his partner.
"My stomach isn't feeling the best. Charlie's cake wasn't fully cooked through, but I didn't want to be rude and not eat it. Especially because no one else was!"
Alastor chuckled, petting her sensitive ears. "Now now (Y/n), you should've listened to me! I know all!"
"Al..." She said, batting her eyes up at him,"Do you mind trying it for me? I wanna know if it's good, but I don't want to throw up in my sleep!"
"Why should I?" He inquired, smirking down at (Y/n). "It seems like this predicament could've been easily avoided my little doe! Hahaha!"
"Please" She softly asked, smiling at him back.
"I suppose I can try one cup of it." He said, sitting down at the table, fully expecting (Y/n) to make him the cup as he finished reading his paper.
She giggled at him and began to start the kettle. Moments like these can't be replaced, a docile and homey moment between the two of them. (Y/n) loved seeing this side of him. The Alastor side of him, not the Radio Demon.
(Y/n) opened the smaller box that was enclosed in the large one, picking out the first tea bag. She smelled the bag, the fumes of blended herbs wafting in her nostrils. It smelled lovely, she would've to drink one alongside Alastor.
But she held back on picking up another bag, knowing its sleeping effects. (Y/n) really didn't want to throw up while in her sleep, and potentially on Alastor, who would be as knocked out as her.
Sighing, she finished preparing the tea, pouring it in Alastor's favorite teacups, the one (Y/n) gifted him on their second anniversary many years ago.
She walked back over to him, placing the teacup on his saucer, putting the sugar cube in as well.
"Thank you dearest" Alastor said, his eyes skimming over the newspaper,"I shall be in our room in a moment, why don't you go ahead and get in your nightwear?"
"Alrighty" (Y/n) replied, patting the back of Alastor's chair. That was something the two of them did, (Y/n) knew when to touch Alastor and when to not. Still wanting to show him affection, she'll pat an object close to him.
Alastor gave her a soft smile before returning his focus to the newspaper.
The doe walked up the stairs in the hotel to their shared room. She got in her fluffy pajamas, completed each and every step to her skincare routine, and crawled into bed with a book.
The silence was only broken by the occasional turn of a page, this was (Y/n)ā€˜s daily quiet time, as Alastor liked to read the paper before turning in for the night.
This normally is for about an hour, but tonight it was a mere 30 minutes as the door busted open.
The doe yelped, her skittish nature causing her to flinch at the sudden jolt of noise. Her partner flittered into the room before crawling on top of her, his eyes droopy from the affect.
ā€œHi sugarā€ He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His ears were pressed against his head as he affectionately nuzzled (Y/n). Alastor grabbed her waist and flipped her on top of him, allowing him to bring her closer to his body, her chest atop of his.
ā€œAl-Alastor?!ā€ (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? Heā€™s not one to ever make suchā€¦bold advances.
ā€œOh my loveā€ He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,ā€youā€™re just perfection incarnate. Such a lovely little fawn you are.ā€
Blushing heavily, she let him rest himself on her, snuggling contently. It was rather peaceful, she did not know where this sudden chance of behavior came from, but it certainly wasnā€™t the worst by far.
(Y/n)ā€™s ears perked up hearing a notification sound ding from her phone. She slowly grabbed it to check what it was.
Alastor was not very keen on allowing this sort of technology in the house, especially knowing Vox is over all of it. So they made a compromise, heā€™d take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.
Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.
Vox: ā€œHey sweetheart, I pulled a few strings and got a shipment of some new tea of (your favorite flavor) that was being tested. How did you like it baby?ā€
(Y/n): Oh, it was good, thanks!
Vox: Just good? You sure sweet stuff? Wasnā€™t it so good you could just kiss the lips off of the person who got it for you?
(Y/n) sighed, shutting her phone off and curling up with her lover.
ā€œI think thatā€™s a yes!ā€ Vox said, throwing his hands in the air ceremoniously. He quickly put on his best bow tie, in hopes it would get taken off by fingers other than his, and made his way towards the Hazbin Hotel.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Vox searched through each room until he found the one you and Alastor shared.
He scowled at the door, seeing a heart with the initials scribed on it ā€œ(Y/i) + Aā€
Pathetic. He could give you so much more than that. He could give you the most advanced technological sign known to mankind just for some silly initials, not some shitty hard with nearly illegible handwriting.
He opened the door, his signature smirk dropping as he saw Alastor, his arch nemesis (in Voxā€™s eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)ā€˜s face, making her giggle.
ā€œWHAT THE FUCK?!ā€ Vox yelled, his face was blue-screening.
Alastor took one look at the fellow Overlord and let out a long string of laughter, sitting up as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap.
ā€œVox?! What are you doing here?!ā€
ā€œYOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOUā€™D BE MINE!!ā€
Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)ā€˜s waist, looking at his opponent across the room.
ā€œThis is my doe, my love, and we all know if she wouldā€™ve drank the tea, she wouldā€™ve always chosen me.ā€
Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.
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ohproserpine Ā· 10 months ago
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i. deer dolly
part i | part ii | more | ao3 tags: fem! reader, reader is a performer in a speakeasy, human! possibly ooc! alastor so he's a bit more "tame" here, allusions to murder and such, unsettling & obsessive behavior, written before episode 7; may become inaccurate, gorey-ish descriptions of love
"So what?" Angel Dust hummed, drumming his nails on the counter. "You and Alastor are like... friends?"
"Oh, well, that ain't the word I wouldā€™ve used, but it's something like that!" Mimzy chirped, reaching for her drink and downing it in one go. "He used to frequent the club I had! In fact, thatā€™s where he met his wifeā€”"
ā€œWife?!ā€ Angel Dust cut her off, jaw dropping. ā€œFreaky face is married?ā€
ā€œOh yeah,ā€ Mimzy hummed, waving her hand around. ā€œUnder all that murder and cannibalism, heā€™s a total sap! Can't blame him, I meanā€”his wife is a doll! Me an' her used to perform together!ā€
"Anā€™ how come I never heard of this? People ain't told me shit!" Angel Dust grumbled, turning to Husk behind the counter. "You knew 'bout this, whiskers?"
"Yeah. They were together back in the living. But don't even think of bringing it up in front of Alastor. He gets all heated," Husk grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe down Mimzyā€™s now-empty glass. The cat then turned to grab another bottle off the shelf, a grimace on his lips. "I would know."
Angel Dust leaned forward, resting his face on his folded hands. "Well, ain't that something. Never knew he even had one of those."
Mimzy cackled, her voice a raspy melody that echoed through the smoky air of the bar as she snatched the bottle of liquor away from Huskā€™s paws. "Oh, honey, you wouldnā€™t even know how deep it goes. They go way back."
"Spill," Angel Dust grinned, curiosity getting the better of him.Ā 
Mimzy leaned in, looking both ways to make sure Alastor or his shadows weren't around before lowering her voice. "It was back in the day, at my joint. Alastor dropped by for the bootlegs, you know? But then he caught sight of her. She was singinā€™ and dancinā€™ on stage, a real heartbreaker. He couldn't resist the charm, and boom, he was struck on! Ever since then, he came around as frequently as he could. Made me so much money~"Ā 
Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, his long lashes fluttering as he squished his cheek against his palm, a coy smirk playing on his lips. "And you were part of this love saga?"
Mimzy shook her head, a wicked glint dancing in her eyes before she lifted the bottle to her lips and downed its contents in one swift motion, her throat working as she swallowed. "Oh, sugar, just a witness to the drama. Those two lovebirds had their own dance going on. I just spiced things up."
Angel Dust chuckled, shaking his head. "Never thought smiles had it in him."
"Again. He likes to keep his shit private. So, don't go running your mouth unless you wanna be on the receiving end of one of hisā€¦ episodes," Husk interrupted, his gruff voice breaking through the conversation as he leaned over the counter and reclaimed the bottle from Mimzy with a low growl.
Angel hummed dismissively, his golden tooth catching the glimmer of the bar lights as he spoke. ā€œAnyone could've guessed that. Where is she, anyways? I haven't seen or heard of her since day one."
"Busy," Mimzy snorted, her finger lazily tracing the rim of her glass. She leaned back in her seat, the dim glow of the bar lights casting shadows across her features. "That's where."
ā€œReally?" Angel's brow lifted in skepticism, his boot lightly kicking against the base of Mimzy's chair. "Busy? Thatā€™s it?ā€
Mimzy shrugged, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Can't tell ya much. Y'know Alastor doesn't like sharin'. Secrets and shadows, that's his game."
ā€œAww c'mon, tits,ā€ Angel grinned, his golden tooth glinting beneath the bar lights with each word. ā€œYou gotta know more than you let on. It'll be our secret.ā€
"Well," Mimzy drawled, savoring the suspense as she tapped a gloved finger against her cheek. "I guess I can tell you a lilā€™ something about how they metā€¦ā€
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Alastor found himself standing in the heart of a secluded corner of town.Ā 
A desolate, dimly lit street stretched out before him, raindrops rhythmically tapping on the worn concrete beneath his feet.
It was something he had never imaginedā€”searching for a speakeasy in this far-off locale. Rarely did he have time for himself. Most of his days were dedicated to caring for his mother, his job as a radio host, and any free time he had was reserved for hisā€¦ hobbies. But he supposed a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.
Adjusting his glasses, he gazed up at the timeworn, ragged sign of a barbershop that read, "Chumā€™s Clippers."Ā 
Charming.Ā 
With a roll of his eyes, the radio host stepped into the worn-down establishment, visibly grimacing at the shop's decrepit condition. His eyes surveyed the room, settling on a young blonde woman.Ā 
Perched on the edge of the registrar counter, a cigar dangled between her cherry-red lips, the tendrils of smoke curling upwards in lazy spirals. Her legs crossed provocatively, causing the fabric of her dress to ride up her thighs, revealing more skin than what civil society would allow.Ā 
As soon as she caught sight of Alastor's silhouette, a spark of excitement lit up her features, and she greeted him with an animated wave.
"Hey there, mistah! Names Mimzy!" she chirped with a friendly lilt. Her crimson-painted nails plucked the cigarette from her lips, trailing a wisp of smoke as she gestured toward Alastor. "Whatcha here for?"
"Pleasure to meet you," Alastor smiled back and stepped closer, offering her a bow of his head, ā€œQuite a pleasure. You see, I was just strolling through these darling streets, and wouldn't you know it? The whispers in the wind pointed me straight to you, the gal in the know when it comes to bootlegs. Care to confirm?"
ā€˜A potential client?" Mimzy thought, her smirk hidden behind her hand as she took one last puff, the cherry of her cigar glowing brightly before she flicked it into an ashtray. 'Straight to the point.'
"Well, well, mistah," she drawled with a playful twirl of her finger through her blonde curls. "You've got a nose for sniffin' out the good stuff, huh? Well, we might have a few things tucked away for the right kind of folk. But, sugar, we don't just give 'em to anyone.ā€
Alastor's smile widened as he smoothly fished out his wallet, giving it a theatrical wave. "I do have a penchant for fine libations, my dear. And I assure you, I'm just looking for a little taste of the local flavor, nothing more."
Mimzy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she perked up, eagerly hopping off the counter. The click of her heels echoed against the worn floor as she approached the tall man.
"You're in luck, then! Follow me, and we'll talk business in the back," she said, gesturing toward a concealed door at the back of the barbershop.
Alastor followed her through a narrow passage, which unveiled another door leading to the very speakeasy heā€™d heard talk of. The atmosphere changed instantly, lively jazz music filled the air, and the dimly lit space was alive with laughter and clinking glasses.
Mimzy guided Alastor to a private booth tucked away in a corner, where a polished bottle of bootleg whiskey awaited their arrival.
"Here's to unexpected encounters, mistah," she beamed, the words dripping with charm as she poured a generous measure into his glass. Alastor raised his glass in acknowledgment, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"To unexpected encounters," he echoed before taking a deep sip.
The whiskey was bitter and strong, yet there was a subtle sweetness that danced on his tongue, leaving behind a tantalizing warmth. It had been increasingly difficult to find such fine brews ever since the prohibition hit, making each sip all the more precious.
Seating himself comfortably, Alastor swirled the glass in his hand, mesmerized by the way the golden liquid caught the flickering candlelight. Beside him, Mimzy continued her lively chatter, her words accompanied by the persistent clinking of ice in their glasses as she refilled his drink, hoping to stack his bill higher with each pour.
As the room hummed with the soft, easy notes of a piano and the clinking of glasses, a sudden hush fell over the crowd as an announcer's voice sliced through the air.
"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the enchanting Dolly!"
Mimzy's excitement bubbled up even more, and she leaned in toward Alastor. "That's my sister! Wellā€” not by blood, but you know, me and her are real, real close. One of my best performers here at the bar!"
"Is that so?" Alastor hummed, his eyes now alight with curiosity as he shifted his focus toward the stage.
In that moment, you stepped onto the platform, grabbing a hold of the standing microphone. With a subtle flick of your wrist, you directed attention to the dark-haired pianist, his fingers poised above the keys. A nod from you and the jazz ensemble sprung to life, setting the stage for your performance. As the spotlight enveloped you in a warm glow, a hushed silence fell over the speakeasy.
Folks, here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie-coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
The lyrics flowed easily through Alastor's mind, carried by the smooth, buttery tones of your voice that filled the air. The radio host found himself utterly hypnotized, his gaze never tearing from your form.
He could stare for hours, unabashed by any sense of shameā€”though, truth be told, he didn't possess much of that quality to begin with.
She messed around with a bloke named Smokey She loved him though he was kokey He took her down to Chinatown And he showed her how to kick the gong around
As Mimzy began clapping excitedly and waving her arms to beckon you over, Alastor's attention shifted. The final notes of the song echoed in the room, snapping him back to reality. In the haze of your performance, he hadn't even realized that the song had come to an end.
ā€œWhat a gal!ā€ Mimzy cackled, joyously wrapping her arms around you as you approached.
Alastor took a moment to study you with keen interest.
The dim lighting of the speakeasy lent a soft, ethereal glow to your figure as you moved, casting long shadows across the floor. A slender dress, shimmering with golden sequins, hugged your figure, shimmers and glitters catching the light. The dress boasted a daring low neckline, while its swaying boxed skirt gracefully fell just above your knees, accentuating your every movement. Complementing the ensemble were black kitten heels, their clicks and clacks adding a subtle rhythm to every step you took. Your hair, styled into a sleek bob, framed your demure features perfectly. Adorning your head was a headpiece adorned with golden yellow feathers and dark lace.
"Dollface, I want ya to meet Alastor!" Mimzy exclaimed, pulling you along and positioning you in front of him. ā€œHeā€™s new!ā€
With a wave of your hands and a warm smile, you tilted your head up to meet Alastor's gaze. The man standing before you was tall and slim, boasting broad shoulders. His white button-up clung perfectly to his frame, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms adorned with scars, cuts, and prominent veins.
ā€˜Must be a hunter or a butcher,ā€™ you noted heatedly.
Short, side-swept brunette hair framed his face, adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance, while rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose lent him an air of intelligence. As he smiled, a chill crept down your spine, and an odd sinking sensation settled in your stomach.
There was an unsettling nature to him, a subtle aura that left you uncertain of whether your reaction stemmed from the eerie quality of his smile or if it was simply a flustered response to his strikingly handsome features.Ā 
ā€œPleasure to meet you, cher,ā€ Alastor purred, turning on the charm. He delicately took your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. In a subtle move, the radio host let his fingers linger over your skin, subtly checking for any sign of a ring. Noticing the absence, he filed the information away with a sly smile.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, sir,ā€ you smiled, tucking your face behind your hand. Alastor observed with delight as a subtle blush painted your cheeks, a tacit acknowledgment that his presence had left an impression.
"Al here knows his way around a glass of whiskey like nobody else in these parts! Ain't that right, Al?" Mimzy chattered, her voice bubbling with familiarity as if she had known him for years and hadn't just met him one song and ten drinks ago.
Alastor chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent your stomach doing flips. "
"Well, I do have a certain fondness forā€¦" The radio host paused, his sharp, gaze raking up and down your form, his words trailing off. "ā€¦finer things in life."
A silence lingered in the air, and Mimzy, always attuned to the mood of a room, shot a knowing look between the two of you.
"Well, don't cha?" Mimzy exclaimed, her hands clapping with excitement. "If that's the case, then I'm sure Dolly would love to show you around here!"
"Is that so?" Alastor, maintaining that devilish smile, turned his attention back to you. "Well, what do you say, cher?" he questioned.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you met his gaze with a coy smile. "I'd be delighted to show you around. There's a lot more to this place than meets the eye."
Mimzy clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Now, why don't you two enjoy the rest of the night? I'll be right here waiting."
ā€œShall we?ā€ Alastor offered his hand, gesturing to the dance floor.
With a small nod, you graciously accepted Alastor's outstretched hand, leading the way to the lively dance floor where the band played an upbeat tune. Around you, couples twirled in a dizzying dance, with heels tapping, shoes stomping, and skirts gracefully gliding and twirling. Alastor wasted no time, pulling you in and molding your form against his.
Looks were indeed deceiving, as despite his lean appearance, Alastor had no issue effortlessly tossing and spinning you round and round, lifting you as if you were as weightless as a feather. Each spin and dip was executed with skill, his footwork was a blur and soon enough, you found yourself willingly surrendering to the rhythm of his lead.Ā 
This man could fucking dance.
As the music gradually slowed, Alastor guided you to the side, providing a moment to catch your breath after the energetic routine.
"Thank you for the dance, cher! You are quite quick on your feet," Alastor chuckled, his voice low, blending with the fading echoes of the music.
"You're not too bad yourself," you managed between breaths, a raspy laugh escaping your lips. "Nobody's ever been able to keep up with me," you continued, running a hand through your tousled hair and adjusting your dress. "I think I was the one who had to keep up with you."
After ensuring you were presentable, you lifted a hand to fix Alastor's slightly damp locks, adjusting his glasses and tie. Alastor froze, a foreign sensation enveloping him. Despite his typical aversion to physical contact, there was an absence of the usual recoil in disdain this time.
"Looks like we're both a bit of a mess, aren't we?" you chuckled, a wry smile playing on your lips as you gracefully brushed away a speck of dust from his shirt.
Alastor blinked and eventually relaxed, allowing you to proceed without any resistance. "Quite."
While you continued to fix him up, Alastor couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment. He felt as though coils had entwined themselves around his heart. Slowly constricting, they didn't just tighten but twisted, sharp edges digging into muscle, squeezing his emotions into a thick syrup that spilled beyond the confines of his ribs, seeping out in a haunting shade of crimson through the cracks in his chest.
As the seconds passed, he paid no mind to your touch, shifting his focus to instead dissect you with his eyes. He scrutinized the subtle reactions playing across your faceā€”the delicate twitches of your brows, the soft pout of your blood-red lips, and the scrunches of your nose.Ā 
What were you doing to him?
"There you go!" you announced, a note of satisfaction in your voice as you finished your task, your hand coming to rest briefly on his chest before retreating. "Ready to head back?"
Snapping out of his obsessive trance, Alastor emitted a soft hum, offering his arm to you. You gracefully accepted, intertwining your arm with his. The energetic atmosphere from the dance gradually subsided as you and Alastor made your way back to the private booth. Mimzy's mischievous grin awaited you as she rejoined your company.
"Looks like you two had quite the time!" she exclaimed, a twinkle in her eye.
Alastor quickly composed himself, nodding with a grin. "Indeed! It was quite a delightful dance."
Just as Alastor turned toward you, the insistent dings of a nearby clock echoed through the room. His expression shifted, a fleeting shadow of disappointment and ire crossing his face. The hours had danced away quicker than he had anticipated.
Undoubtedly, the night was still young for you, given that speakeasies often extended their festivities until the early hours of the morning.
However, as much as Alastor would adore the idea of continuing to enjoy your company, the weight of responsibilities at home tugged at him. He had his elderly mother waiting, relying on his care for her well-being, as well as an upcoming morning shift at the radio station.
"It's later than I realized, my dear," he admitted, his voice carrying a touch of regret. "I'm afraid I can't stay any longer. Duty calls, and the dawn awaits for my return."
Something twisted and snapped in Alastor's gut as he observed the unmistakable disappointment etched across your features, evident in the downturn of your blood-red lips. His fingers itched with an impulse to claw your mouth back into a smile, to dig his nails into your skin and carve your lips into a grotesque display of happiness, all in a desperate attempt to restore the radiance of your joy.
Meanwhile, Mimzy sighed in disappointment, yet Alastor discerned that beneath the theatrics, she was indifferent to it all, evident in her thinly veiled disinterest.
"Awwā€¦ That's too bad, sugar! The night's just gettin' started!" Mimzy exclaimed, shaking her head with a pout.Ā 
"But I get it! Some folks got places to be," Mimzy waved it off. There was a sudden twinkle in her eye as she pulled out a tab from her dress pocket. "Anyways, 'bout those drinks you had, they weren't exactly on the house, sooo..."
Alastor chuckled and pulled out his wallet. "Of course, my dear! I apologize, it must not have crossed my mind!"
He settled the bill and threw in a generous tip, for both you and Mimzy. His job as a radio host was quite the money-spinner, affording him the pleasure of treating others to the finer things in life. Mimzy practically glowed with satisfaction, her blue eyes sparkling as she snatched the tab. Swift and efficient, she flipped through the bills, before pocketing the money.
"Thank you, love!" Mimzy chirped, already moving away from the table as she waved him off. "You're welcome anytime!"
ā€œIā€™m sure I am,ā€ Alastor responded flatly, almost mockingly, with a roll of his eyes, pulling a laugh from you. As Mimzy made her way off backstage, both you and Alastor were left alone.
ā€œIt's a shame you have to leave so soon. I've got more songs up my sleeve for later. I would have loved for you to stay and catch the performance,ā€ you sighed, turning back to him.
Alastor's eyes sparkled with genuine interest. "Songs, you say? Well, cher, that does sound like a delightful experience. Perhaps I can catch your next show some other time."
You smiled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "I'd love that. I perform here regularly, and your company would be more than welcome anytime."
Alastor's gaze intensified, fixing onto you with a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you closer despite yourself. His eyes, pools of darkness, held an unexplainable intensity. As his lips curled up into a grin, there was a hint of something more primal than human lurking behind his charming facade. A shiver traced its way down your spine, leaving behind a lingering sensation that unsettled you to your core.
"I'll definitely make it a point to come by," he finally said.Ā 
Scrambling for a response, the only sound that reached your ears was the rhythmic thud of your own heartbeat as your blood rushed through your veins.
"Y-You too! Don't let the night slip away too quickly," you stammered.
With a nod, Alastor bid you a final farewell, weaving through the dimly lit space towards the exit.Ā 
Yes, he shall see you very soon.
Cher - Louisiana Creole term meaning "darling," "sweetie" or "honey."
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andvys Ā· 9 months ago
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
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And my, my love had been frozen. Deep blue, but you painted me golden.
Warnings: 18+, mdni! there will be smut in the future chapters. enemies to lovers, 'she fell first, he fell harder' kind of trope, allusions to unrequited love, mentions of death, injuries, allusions to self hatred, mentions of bullying, this story is set post s4, Vecna and the upside down are gone. slow burn. ā€˜hateā€™ sex. fwb kinda thing but theyā€™re ā€˜enemiesā€™. mean!reader, mean!Steve, hurt/comfort, happy ending.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?
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Prologue ā­ļøŽ
Chapter one ā­ļøŽ Waiting Room
Chapter two ā­ļøŽ I want you to notice, when Iā€™m not around
Chapter three ā­ļøŽ So if you need to be mean, be mean to me
Chapter four ā­ļøŽ Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
Chapter five ā­ļøŽ'Cause you know it could never be
Chapter six ā­ļøŽ Secrets I have held in my heart
Chapter seven ā­ļøŽ Got a feeling your electric touch, could fill this ghost town up with life
Chapter eight ā­ļøŽ Say my name and everything just stops
Chapter nine ā­ļøŽ And I'll show you if you let me, girl
Chapter ten ā­ļøŽ Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning
Chapter eleven ā­ļøŽ Yeah, I know it seems surprising when thereā€™s lipstick still on the glass
Chapter twelve ā­ļøŽ When the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive?
Chapter thirteen ā­ļøŽ For a moment, I was heaven struck
Chapter fourteen ā­ļøŽ Somewhere in these eyes, I'm on your side
Chapter fifteen ā­ļøŽ I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?
Chapter sixteen ā­ļøŽ Hold me, love me, touch me, honey
Chapter seventeen ā­ļøŽ What am I supposed to do? If there's no you.
Chapter eighteen ā­ļøŽ Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me
Chapter nineteen ā­ļøŽ For you, I would ruin myself, a million little times
Chapter twenty ā­ļøŽ Tell me it's love, tell me it's real
Chapter twenty one ā­ļøŽ Please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy
Chapter twenty two ā­ļøŽ Let the world around us just fall apart
Chapter twenty three ā­ļøŽ And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me
Chapter twenty four ā­ļøŽ I once believed love would be black and white, but itā€™s golden
Chapter twenty five ā­ļøŽ Who could stay? You could stay
The Epilogue ā­ļøŽ
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finelinefae Ā· 17 days ago
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safety [ceo!h x shy!reader]
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synopsis: harry is always there to help bambi, always.
word count: 5.4k
contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, fluff, age gap (9 years), harry meets the family, crybaby reader lowkey
a/n: apologies for this taking so long. I've moved into university and switched courses within three weeks so I've had to do a lot of adjusting! But I hope you're doing well, thank you so so so much for all the love on the first part of bambi and being so patient with this part <333
this is part 2 of bambi, read part 1 here
. . .
Y/N sighed as she stepped into the living room, her heart sinking at the sight of her mother passed out on the couch. It was Friday night, and her mom was still in her work uniform, one shoe barely hanging from her foot while the other lay haphazardly across the room. A wave of frustration and sadness hit her hard. She had begged her mom to take the day off to watch the boys so she could go on her date with Harry tonightā€”the date sheā€™d been looking forward to all week.
This was supposed to be their third date, just before she started working with him at Pleasing this weekend. Their last date had been simpleā€”strolling hand in hand by the river, talking about everything and nothing. But tonight was different. Harry had told her to dress up; he had something important to ask her and was taking her somewhere special. Y/N had been buzzing with excitement ever since.
Glancing at her phone, she felt the sting of tears. Halfway through her makeup, she now realized it didnā€™t matterā€”sheā€™d have to cancel. With her mother out cold and no babysitter available at such short notice, the responsibility fell on her. And it was ruining everything.
She opened Harryā€™s contact on her phone, staring at the little pink heart next to his name. Her thumb hovered over the call button as doubt crept in. What if he never wanted to see her again after this? Cancelling last minute was embarrassing, and she dreaded how angry or disappointed Harry might be.
Her thumb pressed down, the ringing growing louder with each second. Anxiety gnawed at her as she picked at the skin around her nails.
Suddenly, the call connected, and Harryā€™s voice, smooth and soothing like a lullaby, poured through the speaker. ā€œBambi? Was jusā€™ about to pick yā€™ up. You missinā€™ me already?ā€
Her lip trembled, and a tear slid down her cheek as she sniffled. ā€œHarryā€¦ā€ Her voice cracked.
ā€œHey, whatā€™s wrong, love?ā€ Concern filled his voice instantly, and the warmth of it made her chest tighten.
ā€œI-I canā€™t go on our date tonight,ā€ she confessed, her voice shaky.
ā€œWhat dā€™you mean? Donā€™t be silly, is something wrong?ā€ His slight panic was clear, making her feel even worse.
ā€œNo, itā€™s not like that. Itā€™s justā€¦ my mom came home late, and sheā€™s, um, not able to watch the boys, so I have to stay and babysit. Iā€™m really sorry, Harry. I wanted to go tonight, I swear. I understand if youā€™re mad orā€”if you never want to see me againā€”ā€
ā€œWoah, woah, Bambi, baby, stop panickinā€™. I donā€™t hate you, not at all. Itā€™s closer to the opposite, so calm down, yeah? ā€˜M not goinā€™ anywhere.ā€
ā€œOkay,ā€ she whispered, her voice still thick with emotion. ā€œYā€™promise?ā€
ā€œFive pinkie swears, baby,ā€ he chuckled softly, making her giggle through the tears. ā€œItā€™s alright. These things happen. But are you okay? Need me to grab you anything? Have yā€™eaten today?ā€
His kindness made her heart swell. ā€œN-No, but weā€™ve got stuff in the freezer I can heat up. Maybe we can reschedule?ā€
ā€œBambi, Iā€™m already on my way to your house.ā€
Her breath hitched. ā€œWhat? But, Harry, I canā€™tā€”ā€
ā€œYou think Iā€™d let a little change of plans stop me from seeinā€™ you? Been needinā€™ to see mā€™Bambi all day. How ā€˜bout this: you help your mum, and Iā€™ll come by and make dinner for all of you. Sound good?ā€
Her heart skipped a beat. Was he real? Was he really this thoughtful, this willing to come over despite everything?
ā€œHarry, you donā€™t have toā€”ā€
ā€œI want to. Now, go get in some comfy pjs, and Iā€™ll stop by the store to grab snacks. Maybe we can watch a movie later. Does that sound good?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ she said, her voice lighter now. ā€œThat sounds perfect.ā€
ā€œAlright, Iā€™ll be over in thirty minutes. Take a deep breath for me, Bambi.ā€
Immediate relief washed over her at the idea of having an extra pair of hands to help her with something that sheā€™d normally be left alone to and better yet it was Harry who was coming to help her. So, she did exactly that - breathe.Ā 
. . .Ā 
Y/N was pushing clothes into the washing machine when she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart skipped a beat or possibly maybe two when she heard it. She forced the door shut on the machine and walked to the front door. She frowned the closer she got when she could already hear Harryā€™s voice but that was soon followed by the voice of her younger brother.Ā 
ā€œI know jujitsu, you know,ā€ Archie announced, his small five-foot frame blocking the doorway.
ā€œYou take classes?ā€ Harry asked, bemused.
ā€œNo, I learned it on Roblox,ā€ Archie replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
ā€œOh, I donā€™t think Iā€™ve heard of that one before. Youā€™ll have to show me sometime,ā€ Harry said with a grin.
Archie snorted. ā€œYou could just be saying that to get into our house and rob us.ā€
Y/Nā€™s face heated with embarrassment as she approached the door, ushering Archie out of the way. Harryā€™s eyes lit up as soon as he saw her. ā€œY/N, this pizza delivery guy is trying to break into our house,ā€ Archie said. Y/N looked to see Harry holding two pizza boxes and a plastic bag.
ā€œArchie,ā€ Y/N gasped, ā€œthis is not a pizza delivery man. This is Harry.ā€
Harry smiled, clearly trying not to laugh, and offered Archie a small wave. It did nothing to ease the suspicious look on Archieā€™s face. ā€œWhoā€™s Harry?ā€
Y/N froze, unsure of how to answer. Harry was both her boss and the man she was dating, but she couldnā€™t exactly explain that to her little brother. ā€œHeā€™s... my special friend.ā€
Archie looked between them for a moment, then shrugged and wandered off. Y/Nā€™s shoulders sagged with relief as she turned to face Harry, who was still grinning at her. He looked incredibly handsome in his matching brown suit, his curly hair tousled in that familiar way. Her heart sank a little, knowing he had dressed up for their date.
ā€œH-Harry, Iā€™m really sorryā€”ā€ she began, but before she could finish, Harry set the pizza boxes down and pulled her into a tight embrace. She breathed in the fruity scent of his cologne as he gently rubbed circles on her back.
ā€œBambi,ā€ he murmured with a soft sigh, ā€œI missed you.ā€
She smiled against his chest. ā€œYou just saw me the other day, and we FaceTimed last night.ā€
Harry pulled back slightly, cupping her cheeks with his large hands. ā€œKiss?ā€
Her cheeks flushed, as they always did when he asked for a kiss. She stood on her toes, meeting his lips, savouring the softness of his touch and the faint taste of peppermint from his lip balm.Ā 
ā€œHave you eaten yet?ā€ he murmured against her lips. ā€œI brought pizza.ā€
ā€œYou didnā€™t have to,ā€ Y/N sighed softly. ā€œI was just going to throw something in the oven.ā€
ā€œHey, Bambi.ā€ She looked up, meeting his gaze already fixed on her. ā€œI wanted to. Iā€™m here to help, okay? Now, why donā€™t we eat this before it gets cold? You grab some plates, and Iā€™ll set the table.ā€
ā€œO-Oh, okay.ā€ She nodded, a bit flustered. ā€œJust so you know, my brothers can beā€¦ intense.ā€
Harry smiled, his expression easygoing. ā€œItā€™s okay, Iā€™ve got a niece. Iā€™m sure theyā€™ll be fine.ā€
Y/N led him into the living room where her little brothers were scattered. Archie sat in the corner, hunched over the computer, likely playing the game he had mentioned to Harry earlier.
ā€œWho are you?ā€ a small voice piped up. Harry glanced down to see a boy around six or seven, looking at him curiously.
ā€œThatā€™s Y/Nā€™s special friend,ā€ Archie chimed in without even turning around from his game.
ā€œWerenā€™t you the guy making out with my sister the other night?ā€ The eldest of the three boys, who looked about fourteen, spoke up from where he was watching TV. Despite his age, there was a maturity in his tone that caught Harry off guard.
Harry chuckled, feeling Y/N stiffen beside him. He gave the teenager a polite smile. ā€œWell, I guess thatā€™s one way to put it.ā€
ā€œSammy go and get the plates from the kitchen, Harry bought us pizza.ā€ Sammy huffed, pausing the tv and doing exactly as his sister said.Ā 
ā€œJack, can you grab an extra chair?ā€ Y/N asked the youngest boy, her voice gentle but firm. Harry watched as the boys immediately followed their eldest sisterā€™s instructions without question. A small pang tugged at his chestā€”part of him felt for her, having to shoulder the responsibility of looking after three growing boys. He didnā€™t know every detail of her family life, but seeing the way they interacted was enough to tell him theyā€™d had to adapt quickly.
They all gathered around the table, two extra-large pizzas laid out in front of them. Harry chuckled at the sight of the boys eyeing the food like it was a rare treasure.
ā€œCalm down,ā€ he murmured with a grin, leaning close to Y/N. ā€œYā€™ so stiff, Bambi.ā€
Y/N blushed, fidgeting slightly. ā€œSorry, I just get soā€”ā€
ā€œSo?ā€ Harry interrupted, smirking as he tried to coax her into a fluster. ā€œSo what, baby?ā€
ā€œSo nervous,ā€ Y/N huffed, her cheeks burning as she realized he was toying with her.
A throat cleared from across the table, and Y/N suddenly felt three pairs of eyes locked onto them. Jack and Archie looked disgusted by the coupleā€™s banter, while the eldest boy, Sammy, was glaring at Harry with an intensity that made Harry suppress a laugh.
ā€œHow old are you?ā€ Sammy asked bluntly, his gaze sharp and protective.
Y/N choked on her drink. ā€œSammy! You canā€™t just ask people thatā€”itā€™s rude!ā€
Harry chuckled, raising a hand to calm her. ā€œNo, itā€™s alright,ā€ he said, amused. ā€œIā€™m thirty.ā€
ā€œWhoa, youā€™re old!ā€ Archie blurted out, eyes wide with surprise.
ā€œArchie!ā€ Y/N gasped, mortified, while Jack burst out laughing.
ā€œI guess it is kind of old,ā€ Harry shrugged playfully, glancing at Y/N with a wink.
ā€œAre you rich?ā€ Sammy pressed, undeterred.
Y/Nā€™s face flushed even more, praying the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
ā€œI do well,ā€ Harry replied, keeping his tone light. ā€œI own a fashion company.ā€
ā€œThat means heā€™s rich,ā€ Archie chimed in, eyes lighting up. ā€œDo you have a sports car?ā€
Harry leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially, ā€œI own three.ā€
Archie gasped, his face a picture of awe. ā€œNo wonder you can afford two extra-large pizzas!ā€
ā€œIf you think thatā€™s cool, wait till you hear what else I brought,ā€ Harry teased.
ā€œCandy?ā€ Archieā€™s eyes grew even wider, filled with excitement.
ā€œBetter.ā€
ā€œIce cream?ā€
Harry nodded. ā€œIce cream, candy, whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles... you name it.ā€
Archie looked as though he might pass out from pure joy. Sweets after dinner werenā€™t a common occurrence in their house unless it was a special occasion.
Harryā€™s smile softened as his eyes flicked to Sammy, who was still watching him with guarded suspicion. ā€œWhat do you want from my sister?ā€ Sammy finally asked, his tone sharp.
Y/N cringed, wishing she could disappear like Jack, who was contentedly munching on pizza, completely oblivious to the tension. Her cheeks were already burning before sheā€™d even taken a bite.
Harryā€™s hand found its way to her knee under the table, a silent reassurance that he knew exactly how she was feeling without her having to say a word.
ā€œItā€™s still early,ā€ Harry said honestly, his gaze meeting Sammyā€™s without faltering. ā€œBut I really, really like your sister.ā€
Sammy seemed to relax at that, but not without a final warning. ā€œYouā€™re not allowed to like her as much as we do.ā€
Y/Nā€™s heart squeezed at the words. Despite the challenges, the boys were her world, her best friends.
Harry smiled warmly, his voice sincere. ā€œI wouldnā€™t dream of it.ā€
. . .
"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Archie came barreling into the kitchen, his face smeared with chocolate and whipped cream from the ice cream sundaes theyā€™d made earlier. Y/N was bent over the washing machine, pulling out clothes to hang on the makeshift line by the window.
"Harry says he's gonna take us to the indoor waterpark in the city for my birthday! Isn't that awesome? And he beat Sammy's score on the new game he bought us!"
Y/N glanced up, smiling softly at Archie's excitement. The boys had been glued to the computer for hours after Harry surprised them with a game theyā€™d been begging for. The sound of their wild laughter had echoed through the house all afternoon.
Footsteps approached the kitchen, and she looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Harry, I was just telling Y/N about the waterpark youā€™re taking us to," Archie said eagerly.
Harryā€™s eyes flicked to Y/N. "Ah, yes," he said, smiling at her. "I heard thereā€™s a certain someoneā€™s birthday coming up soon."
Archie's birthday was still a month away, and Y/N had only planned a simple celebrationā€”movies, takeout, and cake. As Archie bolted from the kitchen, beaming about the waterpark, Y/Nā€™s smile faded slightly.
Harry noticed the shift immediately. "Whatā€™s wrong?" he asked, stepping closer and reaching for her hand. "Did I mess something up?"
"N-no," Y/N replied quickly, shaking her head. "You didnā€™t do anything wrong. Itā€™s just... Archie's birthday isnā€™t for another month."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So?"
Y/N hesitated, her words stumbling over themselves. "I just donā€™t want to make promises, you know, in caseā€¦ I mean, what ifā€¦" She trailed off, struggling to find a way to express the growing anxiety in her chest. She adored Harry, more than she could articulate, but a part of her couldnā€™t help worrying about the futureā€”the uncertainties that came with letting someone new into their lives.
"Bambi," Harryā€™s voice was soft as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. "Whereā€™d you go?"
She blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"
His lips quirked into a gentle smile. "Yā€™ do this thing where you space out, like your mind drifts off somewhere else ā€˜cause you're thinkinā€™ too much."
"I do that?" she asked, surprised.
"Mhm," he murmured, his thumb tracing the little furrow in her brow, the touch sending warmth through her. "I like you an awful lot, Bambi. I plan on stickin' around for a long time."
"You do?" Her voice was small, almost disbelieving.
"Yes, I do. And I really like your brothersā€”theyā€™re a credit to you."
Y/N opened her mouth to deflect, as usual. "Oh, you mean my momā€”"
"No," Harry interrupted gently, shaking his head. "I mean you."
Her lips parted in surprise, her eyes misting over. She hadnā€™t expected that. She hadnā€™t realized how much she needed to hear those words. Without thinking, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, a kiss filled with the gratitude she couldn't quite express in words.
She was about to pull away, but Harry held her close, his hands gripping her hips as he deepened the kiss. His soft, warm lips made her head spin, and for a brief moment, the world around them disappeared.
That is, until Sammyā€™s voice rang out from the hallway. "Iā€™m coming in, so you better not be swapping saliva in there!"
Harry broke the kiss with a chuckle, glancing over his shoulder. "Alright, alright, weā€™re behaving," he teased, winking at Y/N before moving to the sink. "Let me help you," he offered, turning on the faucet to start washing the dishes from dinner.
Y/N watched him for a moment, her heart swelling with warmth. The words heā€™d spoken earlier echoed in her mindā€”words that had already begun to feel familiar, but only when they came from him.
. . .
Y/N woke up the following morning, not from the alarm sheā€™d set for 6 a.m., but from the rapid thumping of her heart. Anxiety rippled through her, making her stomach twist with nerves. Today was her first day working at Pleasing, her first day officially under Harryā€™s employment. She was excited, of course, but that didnā€™t stop the butterflies in her belly from multiplying.
She stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, taking slow breaths to calm herself. Her phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, and she reached over, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the message.
Harry: Morning, Bambi šŸŒž Thereā€™s a car on its way to pick you up. No need to stress, yeah? Iā€™ll be waiting for you at the office. Youā€™re gonna be amazing x
A small smile crept onto her face despite the nerves. Harryā€™s words were like a warm hug on a cold morning, making her feel just a little bit braver. She couldnā€™t help but appreciate how he seemed to know exactly what she needed to hear, right when she needed to hear it.
She quickly typed a reply, her fingers still shaky.
Y/N: Thank you. Iā€™m a little nervous but Iā€™ll do my best. See you soon šŸ’•
Y/N got out of bed and went through her morning routine, trying to focus on each task to stop her mind from spiraling into all the things that could go wrong today. She picked out an outfit she hoped said ā€œprofessional but approachable,ā€ taking extra care to smooth out any creases in her clothes. When she was finally dressed, she checked the timeā€”6:45 a.m.ā€”the car Harry sent should be arriving any minute.
She stepped outside, the cool morning air doing little to ease her racing thoughts. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. The street was quiet at this hour, and she couldnā€™t help but feel like the only person awake in the world.
Just then, a sleek black car pulled up in front of her, the driver rolling down the window with a friendly nod. "Y/N?" he asked, and she nodded in response.
ā€œThatā€™s me,ā€ she said, her voice a little shaky. She climbed into the backseat, clutching her bag on her lap as the driver started the journey to the office. She stared out the window, watching the familiar streets blur by, and tried to give herself a little pep talk.
You can do this. Youā€™re ready. Harry believes in you, so believe in yourself, too.
Her phone buzzed in her hand again, another message from Harry.
Harry: Also going on a coffee run, do you want anything? x
Bambi: Isnā€™t that my job today? x
Harry: Itā€™s my job to take care of you everyday
Y/N didnā€™t realize how wide her smile had grown until she caught her reflection in the glassy screen of her phone. A soft blush crept onto her cheeks as she tried to compose herself, glancing out the window to distract from the giddy feeling bubbling inside her. She watched as the quiet suburbs melted into the bustle of the big city, her heart thudding against her ribcage.Ā 
Slowly, the car pulled up outside Pleasing. The building was elegant, with an arched doorway and a clean awning that had the brand's name in bold letters. Through the large glass doors, Y/N could see a glimpse of the bright, stylish interior. Her heart pounded as the car came to a stop, her mouth opening with a desperate plea to leave, to turn back and retreat home where she could hide awayā€”but then she saw Harry, and her words fell away for an entirely different reason.
Sheā€™d seen Harry in a suit before, but seeing him in full CEO mode was something else. He wore a flawless black-and-white suit, cufflinks gleaming at his wrists. His eyes were stern, his entire demeanor unshakeableā€”until he looked her way, and his whole form softened.
ā€œYouā€™re here,ā€ His voice was warm and inviting. She wanted to leap into him and hide herself within him but she wanted to be professional.
She stood in front of him, not wanting to get any closer to her new boss, ā€œGood morning, Mr Styles.ā€
The corner of Harryā€™s lips quirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. ā€œGood morning,ā€ he replied, savoring her formality. He took a step closer, his gaze gentle yet focused. ā€œReady for today?ā€
ā€œY-yes,ā€ She said but it wasnā€™t all that convincing.
Harry grabbed her hand, ā€œYouā€™ll be just fine Bambi.ā€ He murmured the nickname just for her to hear.Ā 
The warmth of his hand around hers steadied her, but it also set her pulse racing. His fingers intertwined with hers, and he kept their joined hands subtly hidden between them as they walked through the grand entrance and into the lobby. Y/Nā€™s nerves started to quiet, replaced by a growing excitement.
As they stepped into the elevator, Harryā€™s thumb brushed gently over her knuckles. She looked up at him but his eyes were looking ahead. Her eyes fixated on his sharp jawline and smooth, freshly-shaven face; he looked even more polished, clean-cut and distinctly professional since sheā€™d last seen him.
When they reached his office floor, Harry led her down a sleek corridor and into an airy, open workspace with views of the city skyline. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, and a few team members looked up with welcoming smiles.
Just ahead, a woman in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length auburn hair and an easy smile approached them. Her professional but warm demeanor put Y/N at ease almost instantly. Harry released Y/Nā€™s hand as he greeted her.
ā€œLindsey, this is Y/N,ā€ he said, glancing between them. ā€œSheā€™s starting with us today. I thought you might help her settle in and get familiar with everything.ā€
Lindsey extended her hand warmly. ā€œOh is this-ā€
Harryā€™s gaze lingered on her with a slight, unreadable intensity, prompting Lindsey to pause mid-sentence. Then, noticing Y/N, she broke into a bright smile.
ā€œY/N! Itā€™s so nice to meet you.ā€ She laughed lightly, her eyes flicking to Harry with a teasing glint. ā€œI have to admit, Iā€™m a little curious why anyone would sign up to be his assistantā€”he can be a real pain most days.ā€ She shot him a playful look. ā€œBut donā€™t worry, just donā€™t enter his office at midday - he can get real hangry.ā€Ā 
Y/N giggled and Harryā€™s eyes brightened at the sound, ā€œā€œY/N,ā€ he said, his voice warm, ā€œyouā€™re in very good hands.ā€ He turned to Lindsey. ā€œMake sure she gets a proper introduction to everything, but donā€™t overwhelm her.ā€
Lindsey chuckled. ā€œIā€™ll keep it light for today, boss. Weā€™d be here all day getting into your list of demands everyday.ā€
Harry rolled his eyes, and with a final look at Y/N, said, ā€œIā€™ll see you later, then.ā€ His words were simple, but the small smile he gave her was anything but. As he walked away, Y/N felt the anticipation return, wanting him to come back and be the one to show her around. She wasnā€™t the best with meeting new people. She was shy and nervous and fumbled over her words too often but Harry had great faith in her so she would try her best to do good.Ā 
ā€œAlright, letā€™s get started,ā€ Lindsey said, gesturing to an open desk area near Harryā€™s office. ā€œFirst things firstā€”coffee? Iā€™ll show you the best spot, and then weā€™ll make our way through the to-do list Harry sent this morning.ā€Ā 
. . .
Y/N liked Lindsey a lot.Ā 
She was funny and gentle. Whenever Y/N made a mistakeā€”like earlier when she accidentally printed everything in pink instead of black and whiteā€”Lindsey would correct her kindly, reminding her that mistakes happen. Y/N wasnā€™t used to this kind of patience; her old boss would snap or hiss at even the smallest error. Here, it felt nice to breathe a little easier.
Lindsey spoke warmly about her two little boys, whom she cared for while her husband was away with the military. She had once been a stay-at-home mom, but over time, the isolation began to weigh on her; she craved more than just the role of mother and wanted to be out in the world, around people. When she applied to Pleasing, sheā€™d explained her situation to Harry during her interview, and he had offered her flexible hours so she could still make it home to her boys each evening.
Whenever Lindsey mentioned the things Harry had done for her and her family, her voice would grow thick with emotion, and she spoke of him with genuine admiration. Y/N found herself thinking of her own circumstances and the way Harry had taken her under his wing, feeling a warmth for him settle in her chest.
ā€œOkay, Harryā€™s in a meeting, so we need to bring in tea and coffee,ā€ Lindsey said, heading over to a small rolling cart neatly stocked with cups, a teapot, and coffee supplies.
She guided Y/N through the arrangement, showing her how Harry liked his tea prepared. ā€œHeā€™s particular about the temperatureā€”hot but not scalding,ā€ Lindsey explained with a wink. ā€œDonā€™t worry youā€™ll get the hang of things.ā€
Y/N carefully poured the tea, her hands steadying with each instruction Lindsey offered. They finished preparing the drinks, and Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself as she reached for the cart handle.
ā€œYouā€™ll be fine,ā€ Lindsey reassured her, offering a supportive smile. ā€œJust go in, keep it simple, and make sure everyone has their drinks. Youā€™ll be a natural at this in no time.ā€
ā€œIā€™m going in alone?ā€ Y/Nā€™s eyes widened.
ā€œItā€™s good practice,ā€ Lindsey grins, ā€œGood luck!ā€
Y/N squared her shoulders and pushed the cart toward the meeting room. The murmurs grew louder as she approached, but her nerves eased slightly upon catching Harryā€™s eye. His expression softened for a moment before returning to its professional coolness, a small signal just for her.
As she entered, she was met with the sight of a large glass table surrounded by men in sharp suits, all eyes shifting toward her. Taking a breath, she rolled the cart around and placed the cups in front of Harry and the others. Just as she reached for the teapot, a slight tremor ran through her hand, and she felt a sudden rush of panic.
In an instant, she lost her grip. The teapot tipped, sending hot tea spilling across the table and splattering onto a crisp white shirt belonging to one of the men. The room fell silent, and every gaze shifted from her to the angry figure, whose face flushed crimson.
ā€œā€œWatch where youā€™re going!ā€ he barked, rising from his seat. ā€œDo you even know how to serve properly?ā€
Y/Nā€™s heart raced, the color draining from her face. Just as she opened her mouth to apologize, a surge of anger rippled through the room.
ā€œDo you think itā€™s okay to talk to a woman like that?ā€ Harry murmured, his voice laced with malice.
ā€œShe stained my shirt! Sheā€™s lucky Iā€™m not making her pay for it,ā€ the man continued, and Y/N could see the discomfort on the faces of the other attendees, their expressions telling her they knew heā€™d crossed a line.
Harryā€™s eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. He reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out a checkbook and a fountain pen. With swift strokes, he began to scribble before turning to Y/N. ā€œY/N, would you mind delivering this to Mr. Smith?ā€
Y/N nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she accepted the check, its weight feeling both significant and heavy.
Mr. Smith snatched the check from her hands, glancing down at it with a scowl. Written across the page was Harryā€™s signature alongside a mere fifty dollars. ā€œYour final checkā€”enough to cover the shirt, I assume? I think I saw the same one in the TK Maxx sale rack.ā€
ā€œFinal?ā€ Mr. Smith asked, incredulous.
ā€œCorrect,ā€ Harry replied nonchalantly.
Mr. Smithā€™s face burned bright red. He huffed, rising from his seat and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The room fell silent. ā€œMeeting adjourned,ā€ Harry announced, and everyone flooded out, eager to escape the awkward tension.
Y/N stood in the corner, barely able to look up. Embarrassment washed over her; she wondered if she could do any job right. Her eyes watered as she bit down on her lip to keep from crying.
Suddenly, two polished shoes came into view, and big hands cupped her cheeks, gently forcing her to meet his gaze. ā€œAre you okay?ā€ Harry asked, concern etched on his face.
She wanted to say yes, to express pride in her efforts and how well she had handled the day, but instead, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his shirt. ā€œI feel like I canā€™t do anything right,ā€ she admitted, her voice muffled.
Harry sighed, his arms encircling her as he rubbed the back of her head soothingly. ā€œYou did nothing wrong.ā€
ā€œYou canā€™t fire people because of me, Harry.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t worry about him. Weā€™ve wanted to get rid of him for agesā€”just a sexist prick. Turns out youā€™re a pretty good assistant for giving me an excuse to fire someone on the spot,ā€ he chuckled lightly.
Y/N looked up at him, her heart fluttering as his hand held her cheek, his thumb brushing beneath her eye. ā€œThese eyes,ā€ he whispered.
A smile broke through her sadness. ā€œIā€™m sorry for ruining your meeting.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t care, Bambi.ā€ He was so much taller than her, nearly a foot difference, so he had to lean down to brush his nose against hers, their lips ghosting against each other. ā€œYou actually made it better.ā€
ā€œI did?ā€ she whispered, her mind suddenly forgetting the man who had yelled at her.
ā€œMhm,ā€ he hummed, and then, gently, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and lingering, sending a warm flutter through Y/N that chased away the remnants of her earlier embarrassment. She melted into the moment, her worries fading as Harryā€™s lips brushed against hers.Ā 
ā€œOkay, what the hell happened?ā€ Lindsey barged into the room, causing Y/N to leap away from Harry, her cheeks flushing.
ā€œWow, Lindsey,ā€ Harry said, rubbing a hand over his mouth, both of them flustered as Lindsey glanced between them. ā€œTry knocking next time, yeah?ā€
ā€œSince when have I ever needed to knock?ā€ Lindsey shot back, her eyebrows knitting together as she assessed Y/N, whose face was now bright pink.
ā€œSince now,ā€ Harry replied. Clearing his throat, he added, ā€œIf youā€™ll excuse meā€¦ā€ He brushed past her, leaving the tension lingering in the air.
A laugh escaped Y/Nā€™s lips, even as embarrassment tinged her cheeks; it was the first time sheā€™d witnessed him so flustered. Lindsey arched an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. ā€œSo, are you two likeā€¦?ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ Y/N replied, the denial tumbling out a bit too quickly.
Lindsey shot her a knowing look but chose not to press further. ā€œMight want to let him know about that lipstick stain on his upper lip,ā€ she added, rolling the cart out of the room and leaving Y/N feeling distinctly warm and flustered.
. . .
Harry kissed Y/N with the lights off on her front porch after dropping her home. Y/N melted against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her, the sweet taste of his breath mixing with the fresh night air. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together. ā€œBambi,ā€ He slurred against her lips.ā€
ā€œHm?ā€ She hummed, unable to stop herself when she pulled him closer.Ā 
ā€œI was thinking,ā€ He murmured, pulling away but his hands still firmly gripping her waist, ā€œMaybe this weekend yā€™ could come to my place and stay the night.ā€
ā€œThe night?ā€ Sheā€™d never had a sleepover before let alone one at a boys house.Ā 
ā€œYeahā€¦ Would you be okay with that?ā€Ā 
ā€œY-Yeah, I think so.ā€
ā€œYā€™ think so?ā€ Harry grinned, ā€œAre yā€™ sure?ā€
She smiled, ā€œIā€™d like that.ā€
ā€œWell, alright then,ā€ he murmured, leaning down to place one last, soft kiss on her lips. ā€œGoodnight, Bambi.ā€
ā€œGoodnight, Harry.ā€ Y/N barely suppressed a smile as she watched him walk to his car, a flutter in her chest as he turned back for a final wave.
Before she turned to step into her house, her phone buzzed and a text came through from Harry.
Harry: I think we have to get better at this whole sneaking around thing
Y/N: Tell yourself that, you kissed me first!
Harry: Canā€™t help it BambiĀ 
Harry: Iā€™m obsessed with you
. . .
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todayisafridaynight Ā· 2 years ago
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I'm starting to get all >:( because looking at all your MasaDai art is making me want to write fic for it and I didn't need this rarepair in my life and now it's all I need
anon listen to me. i am in your ear. i will buy you a year's supply of tiramisu if you so much as breathe a funny hc about masadai. they are my life they are my love they are my baby i had by accident one reckless night that i couldve abandoned and forgotten about but now im a proud father of this deranged crackship.
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meowzfordayz Ā· 10 months ago
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hashira accidentally touch your chest
Authorā€™s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. šŸ˜†šŸ’–
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hashira accidentally touch your chest
Hashira x Reader
Word Count: ~1,600
CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast
~faqs~
Fyi, ā€œchestā€ means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included ā€œboobā€ in the title lmao. šŸ˜‰
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Shocked šŸ˜³šŸ˜–
ā€œI apologize, [y/n]-san, it wonā€™t happen again!ā€
Gyomeiā€™s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly šŸ˜ž
ā€œThese things happen!ā€ you promptly assure him, ā€œBesides, you technically won the bout.ā€
No need to mention that he always wins when training together šŸ„²
ā€œI cannot accept such a tainted victory.ā€
ā€œHimejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, thereā€™s truly no issue.ā€
Meanwhile, Gyomeiā€™s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyoneā€™s boob(s) again šŸ’€Ā 
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In cold disbelief šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜
If you donā€™t say anything, then he wonā€™t say anything
Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die
Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast
He swears his hand doesnā€™t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom
Your boob must be āœØmagicalāœØ
ā€œIguro-san,ā€ you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, ā€œIs something on your mind?ā€
ā€œNo.ā€ šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜
Well okay then šŸ™ƒ
ā€œAbout what happened earlierā€¦ā€
šŸ«ØšŸ«ØšŸ«Ø <ā€” Obanai is FREAKING OUT
ā€œā€¦ Iguro-san, I didnā€™t mind.ā€
And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!
Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow šŸ«” (the poor manā€™s been pleasantly overwhelmed)
Heā€™ll avoid you for eternity now šŸ˜Œ (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)
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She giggles šŸ¤­
Lol
ā€œOh my! [y/n]-san, I didnā€™t mean to touch you so intimately!ā€ šŸ˜…
ā€œNo worries, it happens.ā€
Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but thatā€™s okay!
Mitsuriā€™s blushing too
A lot šŸ˜³
ā€œI hope I didnā€™t hurt you?!ā€
Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! šŸ˜­
Sheā€™s well aware of her own strength
ā€œYou barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!ā€
Phew!
She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours
ā€œDonā€™t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!ā€
ā€œKanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.ā€
I wish it would happen againā€¦ <ā€” lowkey both of you thinking the same thing šŸ¤Ŗ
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As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where youā€™re wounded) touching your boob isnā€™t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic
Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection šŸ˜”
And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest šŸ˜’
ā€œYou should make a full recovery,ā€ sheā€™s all business, ā€œThe demon avoided your nipple and didnā€™t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,ā€ fortunately, youā€™re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, ā€œIt has a nice shape. Iā€™m glad you survived.ā€
EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! šŸ˜ƒšŸ« 
Now youā€™re kinda embarrassed
More so preening, really šŸ¤­
Itā€™s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but youā€™re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someoneā€™s kidneys or bowels movements or?????
In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured tooā€¦ gotta make sure youā€™re matching in (nice) shape, yā€™know? šŸ˜Œ
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Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his
ā€œI APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!ā€ <ā€” how he could react šŸ’€
ā€œPardon my slip, are you okay?ā€ <ā€” how he actually reacts, because he isnā€™t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum šŸ˜†
ā€œOh,ā€ you donā€™t mean to squeak, but it canā€™t be helped when the most handsome man youā€™ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, ā€œIā€™m fine! Totally fine! Haha!ā€ šŸ«ØšŸ˜µā€šŸ’«šŸ« 
Youā€™ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself šŸ˜•
Heā€™s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction
Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?
He doesnā€™t realize youā€™re flustered; he assumes youā€™re mortified šŸ˜–
ā€œYou sound decidedly less than fine.ā€
Heā€™s softer now, worried about startling you šŸ„ŗ
ā€œI was surprised! But donā€™t worry! Iā€™m not worried!ā€
Okaaay, but heā€™s worried šŸ„²
ā€œIs there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?ā€
Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman šŸ˜­šŸ˜
ā€œRengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. Iā€™m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.ā€
Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’ØšŸ˜
ā€œAh. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.ā€
ā€¦
ā€¦
Hold up šŸ§
Why does she seemā€¦ she seemsā€¦ disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??
Youā€™ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder šŸ¤”
After all, he isnā€™t entirely oblivious šŸ˜‰
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ā€œAre you going to apologize?ā€ Sanemi demands
ā€œFor what?ā€ you screech
ā€œFor touching my hand with your boob!ā€
Your eyes roll, ā€œOh fuck off!ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t ask to touch you,ā€ he grunts
ā€œI wouldnā€™t have given you permission anyway,ā€ you retort šŸ˜’
Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, ā€œWell I didnā€™t give mine either!ā€
ā€œYouā€™re ridiculous. It was an accident.ā€
You seem genuinely pissed šŸ˜¬
Sanemi rethinks his approach
ā€œYou know Iā€™m joking, right?ā€ šŸ˜…
ā€œNooo,ā€ your sarcasm cuts deep, ā€œI thought you were flirting.ā€ šŸ˜
Uh šŸ˜€
Well šŸ˜ƒ
Shit šŸ˜„
ā€œFuck you!ā€Ā 
When in doubt, curse ā€˜em out šŸ’€
You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, ā€œFuck you!ā€
ā€œI said it first.ā€ šŸ™„
You stalk away, fed up with his antics
#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it
As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesnā€™t hit until youā€™re almost asleep
ā€œWAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!ā€ šŸ˜³šŸ„“šŸ˜­
Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap šŸ˜¤šŸ˜Ž
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(assuming youā€™re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)
Neither of you make a fuss about it
Itā€™s like accidentally calling your teacher mom šŸ˜¬
Or grabbing a random personā€™s hand in the supermarket thinking theyā€™re your parent šŸ«£
Embarrassing, but not a huge deal ā€” unless you make it one
Thereā€™re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops šŸ« 
And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality šŸ’€), and itā€™s over
^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then youā€™re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved
Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up
As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldnā€™t be any lasting harm
āš ļøI also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidencesāš ļø
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Hehehe
Giyuuā€™s hand is stuck šŸ«£
Only for like, a fleeting second
But omg šŸ˜­
He was already embarrassed, and now heā€™s triply embarrassed šŸ« šŸ« šŸ« 
ā€œ... Tomioka-san?ā€
You wonā€™t lie; you arenā€™t especially bothered šŸ¤­
But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob šŸ˜¬
#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isnā€™t super realistic #forgive me
Youā€™re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away
And then he remembers his manners šŸ™ƒ
He offers you a hand
His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori
Heā€™s never washing it again
#closet perv
ā€œThanks,ā€ you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground
You hope he canā€™t hear your heartbeat šŸ’“
He definitely can šŸ˜¶
But can you hear his?
ā€œI donā€™t think we should train together anymore.ā€
Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions
ā€œWhy?ā€
Your question comes out stiffer than intended
He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone ā€” the longing
ā€œI always beat you,ā€ he explains lamely, ā€œDonā€™t you get tired of losing?ā€
You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand
Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <ā€” Giyuu is in shambles šŸ˜³
ā€œI could never lose!ā€ you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, ā€œNot when Iā€™m with you.ā€
Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction
Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play šŸ˜•
Instead, Giyuuā€™s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours
ā€œWell alright then,ā€ he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze
In fact, you swear he squeezes back šŸ’“
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ā€œEXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!ā€ šŸ˜¤šŸ˜¤šŸ˜¤
ā€œYou have three wives.ā€ šŸ™„
Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, ā€œI already have plenty of breasts to touch!ā€Ā 
ā€œTengen,ā€ you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, ā€œYou touched my boob.ā€ šŸ˜’
ā€œAND Iā€™M SORRY!ā€ šŸ˜­
Much better šŸ˜Œ
ā€œI donā€™t know what they see in you,ā€ you scoff (youā€™re also lying, you can see plentyšŸ¤­), ā€œTheyā€™re gorgeousā€¦ and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.ā€ šŸ’€
Tengen is 100% pouting now
ā€œI donā€™t freak out when I touch their boobs,ā€ he huffs
ā€œWell arenā€™t they lucky.ā€ šŸ˜
ā€œYou could be lucky too!ā€
ā€¦
ā€¦
Tengen starts runningĀ 
You give chase
ā€œDID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?ā€Ā 
Tengen runs faster
ā€œTENGEN!!!!!ā€
Tengen runs faster and faster
You give up
*insert gasping for air here*
ā€œDO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEYā€™RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!ā€
Oh well, youā€™ll have to visit their estate sometime this week šŸ™ƒ
Youā€™re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ā˜ŗļø
And you canā€™t wait to see more of Tengen šŸ˜šŸ˜‹
Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens šŸ„“
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banj0possum Ā· 11 months ago
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My Lovely Melody
Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader
CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour
šŸŽø Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.
šŸŽø And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.
šŸŽø He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.
šŸŽø So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!
šŸŽø He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.
šŸŽø You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.
šŸŽø It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.
šŸŽø He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?
šŸŽø There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.
šŸŽø He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"
šŸŽø You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.
šŸŽø "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.
šŸŽø He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...
šŸŽø "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'
šŸŽø But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.
šŸŽø You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.
šŸŽø "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.
šŸŽø The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.
šŸŽø Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..
šŸŽø You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.
šŸŽø so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!
šŸŽø "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!
šŸŽø You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.
šŸŽø You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..
šŸŽø "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.
šŸŽø "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.
šŸŽø That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"
šŸŽø His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.
šŸŽø You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.
šŸŽø Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.
šŸŽø The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.
šŸŽø After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.
šŸŽø Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!
šŸŽø He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..
šŸŽø no no no! get out of my head!
šŸŽø Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?
šŸŽø Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.
šŸŽø Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..
šŸŽø shit FUCK!!
šŸŽø Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you
šŸŽø He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.
šŸŽø He decides to look you up on social media and..
šŸŽø Wait a minute...you make music too?
yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)
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love-belle Ā· 4 months ago
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looked for stars and i found a supernova !!!
*ą©ˆāœ©ā€§ā‚ŠĖš in which it takes a random song drop and a feature from a university student for their relationship to come to light.
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for when it became true, opposites do attract. Ėš ą¼˜ā™” ā‹†ļ½”Ėš
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!sargeant!reader
warnings - language
author's note - i am SO sorry i have no explanation for not posting except for the fact that i am now unemployed (i finished hs and don't start college till like august) and i just do Nothing the entire day. i love u all thank u for sticking around <3
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-> username she's for the girlies every man back OFFFFFF
username going insane over this
username i know logan is in shambles rn like that brother is distraught
-> yourusername he hasn't stopped calling me i had to block his number
-> logansargeant UNBLOCK my number i am your BLOOD
-> yourusername fuck off i will call mom
-> logansargeant have you ever known sanity in your life
-> yourusername have you ever felt loved
-> yourusername sorry can u please tell mom to stop yelling at me it's scary ok
-> username she did NOT need to do him like that
-> username oh that was FOUL
username she's so pretty i simply cannot believe a man can rizz her up
username do we ignore y/n violating her brother like that orrrrr
-> username u are an only child it seems
-> logansargeant it's just that she's mean
-> yourusername go and drown in a pond since u wanna act like a silly goose
username why is charles in the likes he don't even follow her
-> username i have the most funniest and silliest theory and im afraid saying it out loud will send logan into early retirement
alex_albon evil laugh
-> yourusername i pay u ENOUGH. any more and i will have to involve my lawyer WHAT DO U WANT
-> alex_albon ferrari has exceptional pasta
-> yourusername ahahahhajaha what's that got to do with me u little clusterfuck of a twink
-> alex_albon oh! absolutely nothing!
-> username i am screaming what the fuck
-> username "little clusterfuck of a twink" OH MY GOD
username crazy how everything she says is so real idk if that's the fan in me or i am just way too fucking down bad for her
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username love love LOVE see this rep bc my man is such an idiot but it's ok cus he's my princess
-> yourusername YOU GET IT !!!!! he's my princess <3
logansargeant what are you doing
-> yourusername tryna slut him out n then build a lego set w him
-> logansargeant i always knew you would be the one to bring generational shame to our family what is this behaviour
logansargeant what happened to "if i ever talk to a man again i want you to be disappointed in me" ?
-> yourusername u were disappointed in me nonetheless fym
-> logansargeant i
-> maxverstappen1 i can tell we would be great friends yourusername
-> logansargeant no way
logansargeant what happened to BIOLOGY you were supposed to be STUDYING
-> yourusername i did study
-> yourusername his anatomy
-> alex_albon logan just deleted this app i hope you're happy
-> username Y/N PLEASE HESITATE
-> username CRYINF SHE'S SO UNHINGED
username the way i can feel logan's mortification through the screen šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
username when will it be me
username love to see women in stem (seducing the enigmatic men) idk im proud of her i know she was crying abt not finding the love she read bout
-> yourusername this might be my favourite comment ever i adore u
username prophecy be looking a bit too permanent šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£ who's gonna change it šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£ i am on my KNEES šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£
username everyday i learn something new about y/n and everyday i praise the lord that i can exist at the same time as her
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charles_leclerc you're in her dms, i wrote a song for her in under a day when we weren't even dating. we are not the same.
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username CRYING WHAT THE FUCK
username oh my god is this real
username CRYING THE SONG IS TOO GOOD
username HIS VLOCE JIS VOICE HIS VLICE HIS VOICE
username going crazy rn what the fuck
username HELLO?????? WHAT IS THIS
username need me a man like this thank u
username too much unpack he has a GIRLFRIEND and it's Y/N
-> username HE PULLS??? HE PULLED HER???
username this is life altering
username shaking from excitement i cannot WAIT for logan to download instagram again and be Surprised
landonorris disgusting
-> charles_leclerc forgive me for not wanting to hide my love ā˜¹ļø
-> username NAH WHO GOT HIM LIKE THIS
username "thinking bout her eyes every hour she's my wildflower" OH HE'S IN LOVEEEE LOVE
username his voice oh my god
-> username tears dripping down my thighs
-> username OHMYGOD
maxverstappen1 "we are not the same" thank god
-> charles_leclerc bubonic plague šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ šŸ¦ 
-> username nurse he's out šŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļø
-> username nah who got him being funny
-> username DID PEOPLE SERIOUSLY NOT LISTEN TO THE SONG
-> username NO WAY THAT'S Y/N AT THE END
-> username "okaaaaaaay" CRYINF I LOVE THEM
username my life has been divided into before this song and after this song and im so grateful for that
username i think the most important thing here is who out of all his friends owns a toyota in which the heat don't work
username crying bc wdym charles wrote a song for his gf when they weren't even dating
username in love with y/n's voice at the end WHY IS THAT SO CUTE
-> username screaming i need this song injected in my veins
yourusername craaaaaaaazy how u never told me that ā‰ļø
-> charles_leclerc details details
yourusername cool song
-> charles_leclerc thank you i wrote it for my girlfriend
yourusername AHSHDHDJJSJSJAJS IN LOVE THIS WAS SO GOOD UR VOICE IS INSANE I LOVE IT SO MUCH
-> charles_leclerc THANK YOU !! ā¤ļø
-> username they make me SICK
-> username calm bf šŸ¤ hyperactive gf
username the most important question is did logan re download this app
-> yourusername he did but then he saw this post, heard the song and deleted it again
-> yourusername he's just bitter i am bsfs with max before him
-> logansargeant disowned
-> yourusername my grad pic on the mantle BEGS to differ !!!!!! u are on the piano u have no room to talk
-> logansargeant i'm pushing you out of this year's christmas card
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yourusername got him to say he would still love me if i was a worm n now we go on walks and i point at every worm and say sorry i can't be her
tagged charles_leclerc
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username NO WAY THIS JS REAL
username i just want a detailed description of how they met and who asked the other out ā˜ļøšŸ˜ž
username my roman empire the fuck
username the way their personalities crash when will it be me
username THE CAPTION IM SCREAMING
username the way she will never let that man know peace and i am so EXCITED
username she's so unhinged i love her
username LET IT ONCE BE ME PLEASEEE
username blocked (im laying on the highway tonight)
username the way i know logan had to be sedated
-> username my man did nothing wrong why are they torturing him šŸ˜­
alex_albon we're down one driver at williams
-> yourusername is it a good time to tell u that i recently got my license
-> logansargeant YOU FAILED YOUR TEST 5 TIMES FUCK OFFFFFFF
-> yourusername big emotions
-> username im cryinf what do you mean shw faield the test 5 TIMES ????
username LMAOO THE LAST SLIDE šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ I LOVE HER
username parents dare i say
username max is not happy i can tell
-> yourusername i received a very strongly worded message from him yesterday and the only thing i could make out was that he's a bitch for charles like. a BITCH.
-> maxverstappen1 blasphemy
-> logansargeant NO WAY you're buddies with MAX VERSTAPPEN before ME back OFFFFFF
-> yourusername nurse he is out again šŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļø
-> username what are they doing to my boy šŸ˜­
logansargeant y/n please. THINK.
-> yourusername i did
-> logansargeant AND ?
-> yourusername he's nice i will keep him
-> logansargeant NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
-> yourusername god forbid a girl wants to date a questionable man
-> charles_leclerc ?
username crazy how this is the most random couple ever and we're instantly like PARENTS !!!!
-> username i for once love them like the cultural clashes we're gonna get heh
charles_leclerc my love please
-> yourusername my pronouns are she not her because i'll never be her šŸŖ±
-> charles_leclerc stop
charles_leclerc and can you please tell your brother to hesitate before speaking? he just offered me candy and a dollar to break up with you
-> yourusername FUCK U I AM WORTH WAY MORE THAN CANDY AND A DOLLAR
-> charles_leclerc that is not the issue here
charles_leclerc pretty girl
-> logansargeant keep your thoughts to yourself you hormonal vulgarian
-> yourusername TIME OUT FOR U let my bf live
-> charles_leclerc this is how my life is going to be from now on?
-> yourusername are u complaining (threatening)
-> username i KNOW logan is shaking behind the screen he just called charles leclerc a hormonal vulgarian
-> username sibling rage takes people places they wouldn't go with a gun
username this is hilarious
username logan's likes on twt are mind blowing like what do u MEAN u wish the plague on ur sister šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
-> yourusername u should see what his texts look like
-> yourusername "you need an excoeciscism for the demon in u it might an issue idk" followed by quora links
-> username siblings ā¤ļø
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charles_leclerc silently working on our own little crafts in the same room tonight, queen? ā¤ļø
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username CRYINGGGGG I HATE HIS GUTS
username LET IT ONCE BE ME HOLY SHITTTTTT
username they're so parents it's insane
username he's so relatable bc i too would be obsessed with y/n
username he definitely has one of those t-shirts that say "i ā¤ļø my gf"
-> yourusername he has one in every colour with diff fonts :((((
-> username GOODBYE
username need me a man who will sit in my general vicinity while we work on our own silly little crafts together
-> username charles might've just set a standard idk NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS
username that text.............im violently ill
username the matching rings wow god really does have favourites
yourusername wait a sec i got 12000% error on my scale
-> landonorris how do you even manage to do that
-> yourusername if u think women don't belong in stem just say that
-> landonorris STOP IT MY PR TEAM IS HUNTING ME DOEN FOR SPROT TAKE JT BACK
-> charles_leclerc shame on you
-> landonorris WJAT DID I DO
-> username crying they're terrorizing people for fun šŸ˜­
-> username we deserve this
yourusername fighting demons (a degree that i chose to study) to be on my phone bc my BOYFRIEND posted
-> charles_leclerc don't give logan more reasons to send me vaguely veiled threats
-> yourusername he does WHAT
-> logansargeant sending him links on how people got away with murder is HARDLY a threat idk why you're like this
-> username no way they got him UNHINGED
-> username šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ he's so
yourusername MY BABY LEO šŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’ž
-> charles_leclerc i am right there
-> yourusername so is leo šŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’žšŸ’ž
yourusername are u mitosis bc i never metaphase as cute as urs
-> charles_leclerc i am too dumb to understand this but you are the prettiest
-> yourusername king i am so in love with u
-> logansargeant i judt tfeew up
-> yourusername leave me ALONE
username i hope all the happy couples break up (why couldn't it be me in a relationship)
username SCREAMING HE'S SO DOWN BAD
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