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ā Ā axl? Ā ā 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 sheāsĀ beyondĀ terrifiedĀ ofĀ whatĀ mightĀ awaitĀ herĀ inside.Ā itāsĀ 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 āĀ theĀ thoughtĀ crossesĀ herĀ mindĀ involuntarilyĀ andĀ refusesĀ toĀ leave.Ā theĀ airĀ isĀ staleĀ andĀ thereāsĀ somethingĀ dark,Ā sinisterĀ lingeringĀ inĀ it. Ā ā Ā @rcsechild?Ā iāmĀ comingĀ in,Ā okay? Ā ā Ā maybeĀ heāsĀ asleep,Ā likeĀ mostĀ peopleĀ wouldĀ beĀ atĀ thisĀ ungodlyĀ hour,Ā andĀ thatāsĀ whyĀ heāsĀ notĀ answering,Ā andĀ sheāsĀ justĀ soļæ½ļæ½ paranoid. Ā
butĀ asĀ sheĀ stepsĀ inside,Ā sheĀ findsĀ theĀ roomāsĀ 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 hasnātĀ yetĀ musteredĀ enoughĀ courageĀ toĀ turnĀ onĀ theĀ bedsideĀ lamp.Ā largeĀ shadowsĀ dancingĀ betweenĀ moonbeams,Ā pretendingĀ toĀ beĀ whatĀ theyāreĀ notĀ andĀ sendingĀ chillsĀ downĀ herĀ spine.Ā itāsĀ likeĀ aĀ dream,Ā sheĀ thinks,Ā aĀ nightmare.Ā everythingāsĀ soĀ vividĀ andĀ real,Ā andĀ yetĀ itĀ almostĀ feelsĀ likeĀ sheāsĀ standingĀ besideĀ herĀ ownĀ body,Ā watchingĀ itĀ unfoldĀ whileĀ havingĀ absolutelyĀ noĀ controlĀ overĀ whatĀ happensĀ next.Ā sheāsĀ growingĀ numbĀ becauseĀ sheāsĀ hadĀ thisĀ feelingĀ allĀ night,Ā keepingĀ herĀ wideĀ awakeĀ āĀ notĀ thatĀ sheādĀ manageĀ toĀ sleepĀ otherwise,Ā sheĀ doesnātĀ 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 heāsĀ 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 canātĀ explainĀ it.Ā
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 doesnātĀ 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 āĀ sheĀ beginsĀ toĀ hyperventilate,Ā notĀ evenĀ realizingĀ thatĀ thereāsĀ 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 heāsĀ killedĀ himself.Ā heĀ mustĀ haveĀ finallyĀ doneĀ it.Ā thatāsĀ whyĀ heāsĀ notĀ answeringĀ her.Ā sheāsĀ comeĀ hereĀ butĀ itāsĀ tooĀ late.Ā itĀ dawnsĀ onĀ herĀ allĀ atĀ once,Ā thatĀ feelingĀ sheāsĀ beenĀ havingā¦Ā aĀ personĀ knowsĀ whatĀ theĀ otherĀ halfĀ ofĀ theirĀ soulĀ departsĀ āĀ heāsĀ gone.Ā sheĀ soĀ selfishlyĀ leftĀ him,Ā aĀ broken,Ā sufferingĀ shellĀ ofĀ aĀ man,Ā blamedĀ itĀ allĀ onĀ himĀ andĀ heāsĀ endedĀ it.Ā itāsĀ allĀ herĀ fault.Ā sheĀ couldnātĀ beĀ theĀ wifeĀ thatĀ heĀ deserved,Ā couldnātĀ loveĀ himĀ howĀ heĀ neededĀ toĀ beĀ loved.Ā sheāsĀ 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 mindāsĀ switchedĀ off,Ā andĀ herĀ bodyāsĀ 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 heāsĀ hereĀ somewhereā¦Ā andĀ suddenlyĀ sheĀ thinksĀ sheĀ knowsĀ exactlyĀ where.Ā theĀ oneĀ roomĀ thatĀ sheĀ hasnātĀ setĀ aĀ footĀ inĀ sinceĀ thatĀ halloweenĀ night.Ā shilohĀ orĀ willowāsĀ nursery.Ā andĀ godĀ doesĀ sheĀ dreadĀ goingĀ thereā¦Ā
#rcsechild#canon rewritten? :') i loved your memes so much that i needed to heal my heart and write out er's response#i left it vague in case you wanted to continue and have him be someplace else? at the studio? in indy? idk kjfdnj#or in the nursery with a g.un or something? idk how we feelin bout more pain?#ernos clearly in shock :) poor thing#but i feel so bad for our son :(#this is like december 1990?#anyway :) thank you for the gorgeous memes and feel free to continue if you want :) but if not don't feel pressured
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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
#snap chats#very timely article since .. i think it was passport i dont exactly remember who it was that was concerned about the game quality#maybe it was kana... idk one of you lot LMAO POINT IS thank you for reading our minds yoko#i wouldnt mind 100+ hours of island content LMAO but fr im truly curious to see what the main plot's gon be bout then#i mean we KNOW the main plot but yk what i mean... how the hell does this pan out..#REGARDLESS. i never had any issue with the LAD8 price#maybe its just cause i dont buy videogames too much <- liar (theyre old so like .2% cheaper its ok i think)#in rgg's case i always know im gonna get something i'll love for months- even years at this point#either way its nice knowing that yoko's at least aware of people who aren't happy with the price#and even besides that still just want to make a worthy game#aint nothin wrong with knowin your worth.. i think.#talking about videogame prices in general honestly im p sure the avg price for a game should be in the 100's by now#going off inflation anyway#so the fact devs are still trying to keep it under the $100 is. Something to me anyway#the quality of games- in terms of graphics anyway- has really gone up. idk if that warrants a FAT slap of an expense in the end#but it's not hard for me to understand the crawl towards it right#but now im ramblngi LMAOOOOOO anyways#haruka did nothing wrong yoko said it himself <3
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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 weāre all afraid of being seen#but itās 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 iām thinking about this a lot today. but itās saddening to know that all this value is sucked out of our world today#like people canāt 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 weāre 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#thereās 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 weāre 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 thatās different#sounds like something that they need to overcome before investing in#which is sick#the way weāre taught to not show kindness or respect to people that donāt 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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Slow Burn? No, more like instantanian combustion
#i love slow burn#but theres something so unique bout#i saw that human across the road and now our souls are merged in one only forever#wurds#killing eve#(u cant convince me otherwise)#they both die at the end
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you guys just donāt even know or care about the stories the theatricality the characters behind afycso itās honestly insulting...
#one day people will care so much about ryan ross's writing and then we will be understood.#very distinct voices but also a vulnerability since much of it is inspired by his father and familtyl#like sorry if im sounding crazy but there's just something oozing out this that ya just don't get anywhere else#this limited potential this bout of luck. just enough. idk bro#ryan i love u forever come back...#abby talks#they were playing with their audience testing our ambition to dissect the lyrics testing that human curiosity#that very nature...#trying to say something true and beautiful here.#trusting us with honesty and artistry that you dont always get with people desperate to sell shit yk..#and idc if i sound pretentious this is so serious...
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me when a straight person makes a playlist for their gf/bf and they have girl in red on it
#LET SAPPHICS HAVE SOMETHING PLEASE#like its bad enough our shows get cancelled after one season and we get sexualized by weird str8 men now yall are coming after our music to#i had an ex-friend who made a playlist for her boyfriend (SHES A STRAIGHT GIRL. SHES MAKES IT VERY APPARENT.) n tell me why the first song#was we fell in love in october š#im not saying straight ppl cant enjoy girl in reds music btw#im saying it doesnt apply to their straight relationships n to LEAVE US OUT OF IT ā#sorry bout the rant btw (feel very hateful atm š /j)
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tag dump! wanda edition
#š ā she's so hard to please but she's a forest fire | headcanon#š ā i was born in a big gray cloud screaming out a love song; what a place to come from | isms#š ā the flowers grow to fall and be forgotten | hymns#š ā lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls; tell me something nice 'bout your favorite girl | desires#š ā likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom; slippin on my red dress and puttin on my makeup | lingerie#š ā bare feet on linoleum; slicing vegetables onto water that i will later turn into stew | food#š ā its you and me thatās my whole world | maximoffs#š ā you my everything | family#š ā because ours are the moments i play in the dark | faces#š ā karma is a cat purring in my lap 'cause it loves me | pets#tag dump;#š®ā who's a heretic now? | visage#š ā the world's best cherry pie | alt visage#š®ā a vision in the morning when the light came through | wardrobe
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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 donāt think they do ā and you never talk about it when youāre sober. Tyler will generally stay until you fall asleep, but heās always gone when you get up the next day. Only once has he woken up in bed with you the next morning, and youāve never made that mistake again. There isnāt a name for what you feel for him, you donāt think, and you canāt tell what he thinks of the arrangement. Clearly he likes it, or he wouldnāt be making eyes at you from across three peopleās 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 canāt help but wish youād 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 youād 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 Natureās a beautiful force, but she can be cruel.
āHey, donāt be slowinā down on me,ā Tyler jokes, clapping a hand between your shoulder blades. You hadnāt heard him approach, and his voice has startled you, pulling you from your thoughts. āWeāre ābout halfway done with our part, I think.ā
āNo,ā you reply, swiping the back of your arm across your forehead, trying in vain to clear your bangs from your eyes, but they wonāt budge. Tyler reaches up and, almost as if he isnāt 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. āNot 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
Youāve known Tyler since the two of you were in college together, fast friends whoād stuck together through a lot that could've put a strain on any other relationship, although you hadnāt studied meteorology ā youād been in school to be a librarian.Ā
One night, heād asked you to stay up and help him with a lab heād 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? Youād 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 youād 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 wouldnāt ā couldnāt ā think about doing it without you. Youāve 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 youāre supposed to have.
āThatās what weāre here for,ā Tyler grins, the hand still glued to your back rubbing gently, sending goosebumps across your skin under your shirt. āTo help āem 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.
āOne 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. āI saved their cat from their screened-in porch, poor thing had been yowling all night apparently. Know theseāre 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. āGod,ā you groan, picking one up and taking a bite, savoring it over your tongue. You can feel Tyler watching you carefully. āThank you. You get me.ā
āDo we get cookies, Tyler?ā
Lilyās 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.
āIf youāre good,ā Tyler says, smirking, āafter the sun sets, we can head back to the motel, find some shitty bar, and drinksāll be on me, okay? Howās that sound?ā
Lily whoops, turning to Dani, whoād since appeared beside her, and the two snicker and fist bump.Ā
āYou 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
āYeah, Iām 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 youāve been using. āYou should go see what Booneās up to ā I donāt 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. Heās a good guy, but the manual labor side of the job isnāt really his thing.
āEh, heās better off wherever he is,ā Tyler laughs, and a small smile takes over your face, too. āHey, you sure youāre okay? You donāt need a break? You can take a minute to yourself, no oneāll 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 heās not calling you weak-stomached, that heās genuinely concerned for how you feel, but heās 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 isnāt one without the other for you and the rest of the crew. You nod, glancing back up at him.Ā
āIām okay, Tyler. Go off and be the face of the operation ā you donāt have to worry about me.ā
Tylerās eyes narrow, his gaze shifting between your eyes, trying to find evidence youāre 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, theyāre 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. Heās never condescending ā he always has a genuine desire to help. Heās 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.
After a few more hours of genuinely back-breaking work, you hear Tylerās sharp whistle and know itās time, meandering over to his truck where itās been parked for almost eighteen hours. Using your teeth, you pull your gloves from your hands and hiss. Theyāve 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 youāre leaving this place tonight.
āDoes anyone else want to break off to shower first?ā
It seems Daniās the only one, and they shrug, putting their hand out, palm up, to Dexter, who hands them the keys to the RV.
āMeet yāall there,ā they say, stifling a yawn, and you know itāll be a bit before you see them. The rest of you will have to pile into Tylerās 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 someoneās 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.
āWhere we headinā?ā
āThereās a place with a mechanical bull nearby. I vote there.ā
āHow nearby is ānearby,ā Boone?ā
āUh,ā he pulls his phone from his pocket, does a quick Google to double-check. āForty-five minutes?ā
Dexter leans over and grips Booneās phone, reading the screen. āIn 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.
āCould we go somewhere closer to the motel, maybe?ā
āItās got a mechanical bull,ā Boone stresses, and everyone rolls their eyes.
āBoone, you know damn well weāre 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 whatās around the motel.
āThis oneās three minutes from where weāre 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 thatās been cleared of debris.Ā
āHey Boone,ā you toss over your shoulder as Tyler shifts into second gear. āBy 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
āHey, just because you didnāt see me all day doesnāt mean I wasnāt out there, too. How do I know you were workinā, werenāt 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.
āGod damn, girl,ā Lily murmurs. āThat looks like it hurts. I think I might have Aquaphor in my bag back at the motel if you want some.ā
āIāll be alright,ā you reply, knocking your elbow against her knee behind you in thanks. āAppreciate 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 isnāt the only one making the thirty-ish minute drive back to where youāre staying, where you checked in only after itād been decided which towns had been hit the worst, so you could reach all of them easily by truck.
āWhatās 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 youāve picked down to the quick. āReal quiet over there.ā
āNothing,ā you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
āDonāt 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.
āItās not that,ā you start, then realize your mistake, your admission. āI really ā I think Iām just tired. Itās been a long week.ā
Youāre acutely aware of your hand in Tylerās. Itās not like youāve ever been shy around him ā your cheeks flush at the thought ā but this isā¦different. Sweet. More.
āYeah, 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 Tylerās. 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.
āCāmon, 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. āThe sun hasnāt even gone down yet. Drinks on me, pal!ā
The motel really is that close to the bar, so you all decide youāll 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 thereās a TouchTunes sitting right next to it.
āOh, 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.
āSo what was that all about?ā
āWhat was what all about?ā You play dumb, shrugging when Lily gives you a hard look and unhooks her arm from yours.
āGirl, seriously,ā Lily scoffs, bumping your hip with hers and slipping a twenty dollar bill into the TouchTunes. Evidently she wasnāt joking when she meant youād be listening to Chappell Roan all night. āI saw that thing earlier, the hair thing, donāt think I didnāt. And yāall holding hands in the truck. Whatās going on there?ā
You shake your head but she grabs your wrist. āIām serious, Lil. Nothingās going on. Weāre friends ā good friends. He noticed I was having a hard time today, and wanted to make sure I was alright. Thatās all.ā
You can tell she doesnāt fully believe you, and when she opens her mouth to object, you cut her off.
āIām 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 womenās restroom, your nose wrinkling at the smell, but you ignore it. Standing in front of the sink, you watch yourself, hands shaking. This isnāt you. Youāre 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.
Thereās a cold bottle of Coors in front of the seat next to Dexter when you arrive back to the group, āRed 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.
āThanks,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.
Whatās wrong with him? He wonāt make eye contact with you, and you notice his jaw clicking as he grits his teeth. Whatās 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 didnāt even know they knew. You feel a warmth spreading through your body, and you canāt 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 youāre 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 heās already watching you, and the look in his eye tells you exactly what heās thinking. That somersault-y feeling is lower than your stomach now. Youāre only three beers deep, but the air in your head reminds you that youāve barely eaten all day, so youāre a little more affected by the alcohol than youād 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 heās 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 donāt think they do ā and you never talk about it when youāre sober. Tyler will generally stay until you fall asleep, but heās always gone when you get up the next day. Only once has he woken up in bed with you the next morning, and youāve never made that mistake again. There isnāt a name for what you feel for him, you donāt think, and you canāt tell what he thinks of the arrangement. Clearly he likes it, or he wouldnāt be making eyes at you from across three peopleās laps as you pull these peanuts from their shells.
āAlright, yāall,ā Lily says, slapping a hand on the bar, startling you out of your thoughts. You watch her, popping a nut into your mouth. āThink Iām gonna head out. I suggest you all do, too, fuckers, itās late.ā
Everyone starts to protest, but one glance at the clock tells you youāve all stayed much longer than you thought ā itās a quarter past midnight, and youāve got to be up with the daylight. You balk, but if you want to talk to Tyler tonight, you know youāve got to shoulder your exhaustion and stick it out a little longer.
āI 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 everyoneās out of their seats, and heās watching you, too. The look on his face reads plain, now ā he wants you.
āIāll stay with her,ā he says, eyes on yours. The green in them has disappeared almost completely, you notice, his pupils blown wide. āWalk her back. Yāall head back if you want.ā
āI might stay, too āā Booneās voice cuts off, coughing as Lily elbows him in the stomach, maybe a little too hard. āWhat the fuck was that for?ā
āYouāre 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. āCāmon, now.ā
Everyone shuffles out the front, Dexter calling good night, and all of the sudden, itās just you and Tyler. You donāt 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.
Heās never made you nervous like this. You donāt know what the fuck is wrong with you.
āSo,ā Tyler starts, grinning at you. āYou come here often?ā
You snort, emboldened by the booze, and he chuckles in response. āIdiot.ā
āGod, 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.
āYou donāt do it much anymore, you know that?ā
āDo what?ā
āLaugh.ā
You press your fingertips to your mouth and Tylerās eyes follow your hand. āI guess I just havenāt had much to laugh about lately,ā you start, sighing deeply. āTornado seasonās 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
āIt gets to me, too,ā he murmurs, knocking his knee against yours. āI guess Iām 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
āI know I can,ā you breathe, trying to keep your hands from shaking. āI know. Sometimes I donāt know what to say, though, you know, what is there to say? Itās not fair to complain about how sad it makes me to watch these people lose everything.ā
āYouāre allowed to feel sad. And to feel frustrated. Itās not fair, youāre right, but weāre doing good work, yeah? Fighting the good fight. Figuring out what makes these things tick, how to warn people when theyāre in the path, get them outta the way and safe. Maybe they lose their house, their car, but they wonāt lose themselves, or each other. Thatās 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 donāt hurt so bad anymore, you notice. āThanks, Tyler.ā
āAnytime,ā he smiles, but you shake your head.Ā
āSeriously. 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 teamās tab. You frown, wondering if youād, ironically, said the wrong thing.
āWhatās up?ā
Tyler looks back to you, and this time, the look in his eyes is unmistakable. It burns. āTaking you home, sweetheart.ā
The walk back to your motel is done in silence. Tylerās hand swings next to yours, and you feel it searching for yours more than once, but you donāt 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 wonāt invite him in, that youāve changed your mind ā or maybe that you never made it up. He hadnāt, after all, told you plainly that that was why heād 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.
āWell,ā he murmurs, making to head back down the stairs. āGood night.ā
āTyler?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.
āStay?ā
You hear his breath hitch in his chest, then the deep rumble of his voice as he says, āAlright, 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.
āI, uh,ā you whisper against his lips when they get close enough to yours, āI think I might shower first, if thatās okay with you?ā
āAlright,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. āYou want company?ā
You swallow. Youāve never done anything like that before. Itās always been quick. When you do this with him, you hardly ever have time for a chat before heās got your shirt over your head and his mouth on your skin.
āSure,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 canāt help it.
āNot gettinā shy on me now, are you? Sānot like I havenāt seen you naked before,ā he chuckles, and you throw a look at him over your shoulder just as heās pulling his own shirt over his head. He left his hat at the bar, you think. Youāll have to go back in for it when you pick up the truck.
āTyler,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 youāre used to.
āShower,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 canāt 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.
āAre you sure?ā Tylerās 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. āYou donāt sound sure. You donāt 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
āSounds more to me like you kinda want me to fuck you with my fingers.ā
āTyler,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 heād had you practically pressed up against, now ebbing with the loss of his fingers.
āYou 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. āLetās shower, baby.ā
āI 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 youāre both left in your underwear.
āYou wouldnāt,ā he replies, pulling his briefs off slowly, biting his bottom lip as you watch him. āYou like this cock too much.ā
You canāt 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.
āHowās your hand?ā He makes to pull it away, presumably to turn it over and appraise your blisters, but you shake your head.
āSāfine,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 youāre both bare, physically, emotionally, away from the real world, and you can pretend this is an everyday thing. When youāre 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.
āDoesnāt feel so good, now does it?ā
Before you even know whatās 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. āPut 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, āMm-mm.ā
āWhat?ā
āWeāre gonna shower, baby, cāmon.ā
You glance back towards him and watch as he flicks the overhead light on. āSo we donāt slip and die,ā he says, and you laugh, pushing the shower curtain to the side. Holding Tylerās 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.
āHere, switch with me,ā he murmurs, guiding you by your waist until youāre 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
āShampoo?ā
You open one eye, the other shut against the water, and nod. You gaze up at him, heart squeezing at the way heās 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.
āTurn 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, youāre 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 heās 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
āIāll do my conditioner,ā you murmur, taking the bottle gently from his hands. āItās a ā itās a science.ā
āI am very good at science, if you can recall.ā
You laugh, shaking your head. āItās something Iāve gotten perfectly right. Itāll 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.
āHm,ā he makes the noise in the back of his throat, pulling his hand away. āSoft.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. āYou?ā
Tyler shakes his head. āIām good. Here,ā he says, rubbing his hands across the plane of your upper back. āYouāre tense. You worked hard today. Let me help.ā
You werenāt 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. āFeel good?ā
āSo good,ā you whimper, and you feel his cock twitch against your stomach.
āYou 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.
āHey, what can I say? I like making my girl feel good.ā
You freeze. His girl? His girl. He hasnāt 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.
āHere, 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.
āWhat are you āā
Before you can finish the thought, you feel Tylerās 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.
āThatās 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 heās 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 Tylerās 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.
āYeah?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 heās trying to make you come. You try to focus on the feeling of the showerās 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, youāll get lightheaded. And nobody wants that.
āYeah,ā you reply weakly, and for a few minutes itās 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.
āSound 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.
āDonāt complain when Iām doinā somethinā nice for you,ā he jok, and you can feel then that heās shifting himself around. You want to look over your shoulder, want to see for yourself what heās 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 itās still resting against the tile and look down at Tyler to find heās 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.
āThatās 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 heād 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, heās just pushed two fingers inside of you and immediately found the spot that takes you out, and you start to shake a little.
āTyler,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. āTyler, fuck, gonna come.ā
āSo come, baby,ā comes his reply, and you do, you come so hard that the toes on your right foot curl until youāre 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 youāre standing flat on the surface of the tub again, and wait for Tyler to pull his fingers out of you.Ā
āBaby,ā Tyler groans, squeezing your hips, his fingernails biting slightly into your skin. āYou gotta let goāa 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.
āWas that good?ā
āYeah,ā you breathe, pressing one, two, three more quick kisses to his mouth, before he reaches behind you to turn off the water. āSo 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.
āHi,ā you whisper when youāre 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. āYou still wanna fuck?ā
Tyler snorts, reaching over to poke you in the side, gripping the skin there until you start to laugh. āYou still wanna fuck?ā
āYeah,ā you reply, grinning, when you catch your breath. āWanna?ā
Heās 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 heās leaning over you. Thereās a rosy flush on your chest, your breasts heaving and itās 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.
āYouāre 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 heās 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 heās satisfied. He wraps his big hands around your thighs and pulls you closer, smiling down at you. āYouāre so beautiful.ā
You blush when he repeats himself, suddenly feeling very bare. Heās just as naked as you are, but you canāt help but feel like heās 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 heās about to press inside of you.
āWhat?ā
āI donāt have a condom,ā he breathes, sitting back again. He runs one hand through his hair, visibly weighing the options.
āItās okay, Tyler,ā you murmur, leaning up onto your elbows. āItās okay. I have an IUD, and I got screened after the last time I was with someone. Iām good. Iām good if youāre good.ā
Tyler heaves a heavy sigh, running his hands up your thighs. āYouāre sure? Iām clean, too, cross my heart. But only if youāre sure.ā
You nod. āMy 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.
āIām 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 theyāre 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 heās fully seated.Ā
A groan pushes out of him when you clench around him, testing the waters.
āCareful,ā he murmurs, easing his hips back. āIād 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 heād 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.
āFuck, yeah, that it, baby? I can feel you ā fuck, feel you squeezinā me.ā
You hardly have a voice with the rate heās slipping in and out of you, barely enough to squeak out, āFuck,ā before your cunt has him in a vice grip, working through another orgasm.
āOhhh, thatās it, huh, thatās it.ā His mouth is going a mile a minute, neither of you really paying much attention to anything heās actually saying. Youāre both focused on his own mounting orgasm ā you donāt 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, āFuck, 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. āShit, Iām sorry, are you okay?ā
You nod meagerly, pressing the back of your hand against your warm cheek. He watches you and, assured that youāre 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 thereās still one thing you have to know before you can relax completely.
His breathing has started to even out, but he hasnāt snored yet, so you know heāll still hear you when you ask, āAre you gonna leave?ā
He grunts an acknowledgement of your question, nuzzling down into the top of your head.
āDo you want me to stay?ā
You know your answer, but you still bite your lip, considering the question. You hadnāt thought before that maybe he left after every night you spent together because he thought you didnāt want to wake up with him. āYes.ā
āOkay,ā he murmurs against your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. āThen Iāll stay.ā
If heās at all worried about what will happen when you wake up tomorrow, he doesnāt show it, but anxiety courses through you at the thought of anyone finding out. Does he want the others to know? Because thatās what it feels like.
āStop thinking about it,ā he whispers, like he can hear your thoughts racing. āItāll be fine. Just go to sleep.ā
Easy for him to say. Heās out like a light. And youāre left alone with your thoughts until you fall into fitful, dissatisfying sleep sometime around when the world outside starts to turn blue.
A pounding on your door wakes you from deep sleep ā the deepest youād gotten all night, at least ā and you try to sit up but find thereās 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: Tylerās here.Ā
Tylerās here. Sidled up against you, arm thrown over your stomach like this is where he belongs. He didnāt leave. He stayed, like he said he would. His face looks so peaceful ā so beautiful ā you almost hate to wake him.
āCome 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 heās starting to wake.
āDude, get up, theyāre gonna know youāre not in your room. Theyāre gonna know youāre in here.ā
āSo what,ā he grumbles, rolling over as you push him and settling deeper into the bed. āLet āem.ā
You sit up straight, one hand on his arm. āYou mean that?ā
He hums and turns his neck to glance at you over his shoulder. āYeah, ācourse I do. Youāre 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.
āSeriously, Tyler,ā you laugh, pushing a hand against the side of his face. He squeezes your hip. āWe have to get up. We gotta get back out there.ā
Tyler sighs, loosening his grip on your body and kneeling over you. āYeah, youāre 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.
āYou know,ā he says, head popping back out into the room, mouth full of toothpaste. āYesterday. 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 youāre pulling the door closed behind you when you hear a whistle that pulls your attention to the parking lot.
āDamn, 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.
āWhatās that?ā You ask when you get close enough to them.
āWe had a bet that you and Owens would come out of that room together. Well, that one or his. Didnāt matter which.ā
āA bet I just lost,ā Boone groans, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. āI thought for sureā¦ā
The rest of the crew snickers, including Tyler, who wonāt look at you. You poke a finger into his chest.
āDid you know about this?ā
āNo, I swear,ā he says, hands up, and you donāt know why, but you believe him. āThat doesnāt mean I didnāt 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 canāt help but relish in his defeat.
āSo they knew?! Thatās 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, āIf it makes you feel any betterā¦ā
Lily looks over at you, then at Tyler, a grin swallowing her face. āSo, are you guys, like, together now? Or something?ā
You look up at Tyler, whoās 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.
āOr something.ā
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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
Warnings ā 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)ās 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.
āHi 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.
āAl-Alastor?!ā (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? Heās not one to ever make suchā¦bold advances.
āOh my loveā He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,āyouāre 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 wasnāt the worst by far.
(Y/n)ās 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, heād take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.
Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.
Vox: āHey 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? Wasnāt 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.
āI think thatās 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.
āāāā
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(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 Voxās eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)ās face, making her giggle.
āWHAT 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.
āVox?! What are you doing here?!ā
āYOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOUāD BE MINE!!ā
Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)ās waist, looking at his opponent across the room.
āThis is my doe, my love, and we all know if she wouldāve drank the tea, she wouldāve always chosen me.ā
Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.
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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 wouldāve 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, thatās where he met his wifeā"
āWife?!ā Angel Dust cut her off, jaw dropping. āFreaky face is married?ā
āOh yeah,ā Mimzy hummed, waving her hand around. āUnder all that murder and cannibalism, heās a total sap! Can't blame him, I meanāhis 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 Mimzyās 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 Huskās paws. "Oh, honey, you wouldnāt 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. āAnyone 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."
āReally?" Angel's brow lifted in skepticism, his boot lightly kicking against the base of Mimzy's chair. "Busy? Thatās 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."
āAww c'mon, tits,ā Angel grinned, his golden tooth glinting beneath the bar lights with each word. āYou 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 imaginedāsearching 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, "Chumās 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, āQuite 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?"
āA 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 heād 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 shameāthough, 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.
āWhat 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. āHeās 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.
āMust 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
āPleasure 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
āItās 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."
āShall 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 faceāthe 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!"
āIām 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.
āIt'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."
#sephiewrites#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#alastor imagine#hazbin imagine#hazbin hotel x you#alastor x you#hazbin x you#hazbin x reader#hazbin hotel#alastor
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
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. āhateā sex. fwb kinda thing but theyāre āenemiesā. 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 āļø
Chapter one āļø Waiting Room
Chapter two āļø I want you to notice, when Iām not around
Chapter three āļø So if you need to be mean, be mean to me
Chapter four āļø Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
Chapter five āļø'Cause you know it could never be
Chapter six āļø Secrets I have held in my heart
Chapter seven āļø Got a feeling your electric touch, could fill this ghost town up with life
Chapter eight āļø Say my name and everything just stops
Chapter nine āļø And I'll show you if you let me, girl
Chapter ten āļø Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning
Chapter eleven āļø Yeah, I know it seems surprising when thereās lipstick still on the glass
Chapter twelve āļø When the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive?
Chapter thirteen āļø For a moment, I was heaven struck
Chapter fourteen āļø Somewhere in these eyes, I'm on your side
Chapter fifteen āļø I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?
Chapter sixteen āļø Hold me, love me, touch me, honey
Chapter seventeen āļø What am I supposed to do? If there's no you.
Chapter eighteen āļø Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me
Chapter nineteen āļø For you, I would ruin myself, a million little times
Chapter twenty āļø Tell me it's love, tell me it's real
Chapter twenty one āļø Please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy
Chapter twenty two āļø Let the world around us just fall apart
Chapter twenty three āļø And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me
Chapter twenty four āļø I once believed love would be black and white, but itās golden
Chapter twenty five āļø Who could stay? You could stay
The Epilogue āļø
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington imagines#steve harrington series#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington enemies to lovers
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safety [ceo!h x shy!reader]
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 tonightāthe date sheād 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 simpleāstrolling 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 didnāt matterāsheād 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 Harryās 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 Harryās voice, smooth and soothing like a lullaby, poured through the speaker. āBambi? 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. āHarryā¦ā Her voice cracked.
āHey, whatās wrong, love?ā Concern filled his voice instantly, and the warmth of it made her chest tighten.
āI-I canāt go on our date tonight,ā she confessed, her voice shaky.
āWhat dāyou mean? Donāt be silly, is something wrong?ā His slight panic was clear, making her feel even worse.
āNo, itās not like that. Itās justā¦ my mom came home late, and sheās, um, not able to watch the boys, so I have to stay and babysit. Iām really sorry, Harry. I wanted to go tonight, I swear. I understand if youāre mad orāif you never want to see me againāā
āWoah, woah, Bambi, baby, stop panickinā. I donāt hate you, not at all. Itās closer to the opposite, so calm down, yeah? āM not goinā anywhere.ā
āOkay,ā she whispered, her voice still thick with emotion. āYāpromise?ā
āFive pinkie swears, baby,ā he chuckled softly, making her giggle through the tears. āItās alright. These things happen. But are you okay? Need me to grab you anything? Have yāeaten today?ā
His kindness made her heart swell. āN-No, but weāve got stuff in the freezer I can heat up. Maybe we can reschedule?ā
āBambi, Iām already on my way to your house.ā
Her breath hitched. āWhat? But, Harry, I canātāā
āYou think Iād let a little change of plans stop me from seeinā you? Been needinā to see māBambi all day. How ābout this: you help your mum, and Iāll 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?
āHarry, you donāt have toāā
āI want to. Now, go get in some comfy pjs, and Iāll stop by the store to grab snacks. Maybe we can watch a movie later. Does that sound good?ā
āYeah,ā she said, her voice lighter now. āThat sounds perfect.ā
āAlright, Iāll 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 sheād 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 Harryās voice but that was soon followed by the voice of her younger brother.Ā
āI know jujitsu, you know,ā Archie announced, his small five-foot frame blocking the doorway.
āYou take classes?ā Harry asked, bemused.
āNo, I learned it on Roblox,ā Archie replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
āOh, I donāt think Iāve heard of that one before. Youāll have to show me sometime,ā Harry said with a grin.
Archie snorted. āYou could just be saying that to get into our house and rob us.ā
Y/Nās face heated with embarrassment as she approached the door, ushering Archie out of the way. Harryās eyes lit up as soon as he saw her. āY/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.
āArchie,ā Y/N gasped, āthis 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 Archieās face. āWhoās Harry?ā
Y/N froze, unsure of how to answer. Harry was both her boss and the man she was dating, but she couldnāt exactly explain that to her little brother. āHeās... my special friend.ā
Archie looked between them for a moment, then shrugged and wandered off. Y/Nās 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.
āH-Harry, Iām really sorryāā 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.
āBambi,ā he murmured with a soft sigh, āI missed you.ā
She smiled against his chest. āYou just saw me the other day, and we FaceTimed last night.ā
Harry pulled back slightly, cupping her cheeks with his large hands. āKiss?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
āHave you eaten yet?ā he murmured against her lips. āI brought pizza.ā
āYou didnāt have to,ā Y/N sighed softly. āI was just going to throw something in the oven.ā
āHey, Bambi.ā She looked up, meeting his gaze already fixed on her. āI wanted to. Iām here to help, okay? Now, why donāt we eat this before it gets cold? You grab some plates, and Iāll set the table.ā
āO-Oh, okay.ā She nodded, a bit flustered. āJust so you know, my brothers can beā¦ intense.ā
Harry smiled, his expression easygoing. āItās okay, Iāve got a niece. Iām sure theyāll 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.
āWho are you?ā a small voice piped up. Harry glanced down to see a boy around six or seven, looking at him curiously.
āThatās Y/Nās special friend,ā Archie chimed in without even turning around from his game.
āWerenāt 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. āWell, I guess thatās one way to put it.ā
āSammy 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
āJack, 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 sisterās instructions without question. A small pang tugged at his chestāpart of him felt for her, having to shoulder the responsibility of looking after three growing boys. He didnāt know every detail of her family life, but seeing the way they interacted was enough to tell him theyād 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.
āCalm down,ā he murmured with a grin, leaning close to Y/N. āYā so stiff, Bambi.ā
Y/N blushed, fidgeting slightly. āSorry, I just get soāā
āSo?ā Harry interrupted, smirking as he tried to coax her into a fluster. āSo what, baby?ā
āSo 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 coupleās banter, while the eldest boy, Sammy, was glaring at Harry with an intensity that made Harry suppress a laugh.
āHow old are you?ā Sammy asked bluntly, his gaze sharp and protective.
Y/N choked on her drink. āSammy! You canāt just ask people thatāitās rude!ā
Harry chuckled, raising a hand to calm her. āNo, itās alright,ā he said, amused. āIām thirty.ā
āWhoa, youāre old!ā Archie blurted out, eyes wide with surprise.
āArchie!ā Y/N gasped, mortified, while Jack burst out laughing.
āI guess it is kind of old,ā Harry shrugged playfully, glancing at Y/N with a wink.
āAre you rich?ā Sammy pressed, undeterred.
Y/Nās face flushed even more, praying the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
āI do well,ā Harry replied, keeping his tone light. āI own a fashion company.ā
āThat means heās rich,ā Archie chimed in, eyes lighting up. āDo you have a sports car?ā
Harry leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially, āI own three.ā
Archie gasped, his face a picture of awe. āNo wonder you can afford two extra-large pizzas!ā
āIf you think thatās cool, wait till you hear what else I brought,ā Harry teased.
āCandy?ā Archieās eyes grew even wider, filled with excitement.
āBetter.ā
āIce cream?ā
Harry nodded. āIce cream, candy, whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles... you name it.ā
Archie looked as though he might pass out from pure joy. Sweets after dinner werenāt a common occurrence in their house unless it was a special occasion.
Harryās smile softened as his eyes flicked to Sammy, who was still watching him with guarded suspicion. āWhat 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 sheād even taken a bite.
Harryās 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.
āItās still early,ā Harry said honestly, his gaze meeting Sammyās without faltering. āBut I really, really like your sister.ā
Sammy seemed to relax at that, but not without a final warning. āYouāre not allowed to like her as much as we do.ā
Y/Nās heart squeezed at the words. Despite the challenges, the boys were her world, her best friends.
Harry smiled warmly, his voice sincere. āI wouldnāt 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 theyād 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 theyād 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 youāre taking us to," Archie said eagerly.
Harryās eyes flicked to Y/N. "Ah, yes," he said, smiling at her. "I heard thereās a certain someoneās birthday coming up soon."
Archie's birthday was still a month away, and Y/N had only planned a simple celebrationāmovies, takeout, and cake. As Archie bolted from the kitchen, beaming about the waterpark, Y/Nās smile faded slightly.
Harry noticed the shift immediately. "Whatās 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 didnāt do anything wrong. Itās just... Archie's birthday isnāt for another month."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So?"
Y/N hesitated, her words stumbling over themselves. "I just donāt 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 couldnāt help worrying about the futureāthe uncertainties that came with letting someone new into their lives.
"Bambi," Harryās voice was soft as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. "Whereād 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 ācause 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 brothersātheyāre 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 hadnāt expected that. She hadnāt 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 Sammyās voice rang out from the hallway. "Iām coming in, so you better not be swapping saliva in there!"
Harry broke the kiss with a chuckle, glancing over his shoulder. "Alright, alright, weāre 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 heād spoken earlier echoed in her mindāwords 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 sheād 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 Harryās employment. She was excited, of course, but that didnāt 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 š Thereās a car on its way to pick you up. No need to stress, yeah? Iāll be waiting for you at the office. Youāre gonna be amazing x
A small smile crept onto her face despite the nerves. Harryās words were like a warm hug on a cold morning, making her feel just a little bit braver. She couldnāt 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. Iām a little nervous but Iāll do my best. See you soon š
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 āprofessional but approachable,ā taking extra care to smooth out any creases in her clothes. When she was finally dressed, she checked the timeā6:45 a.m.āthe 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 couldnāt 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.
āThatās 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. Youāre 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: Isnāt that my job today? x
Harry: Itās my job to take care of you everyday
Y/N didnāt 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 awayābut then she saw Harry, and her words fell away for an entirely different reason.
Sheād 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 unshakeableāuntil he looked her way, and his whole form softened.
āYouāre 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, āGood morning, Mr Styles.ā
The corner of Harryās lips quirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. āGood morning,ā he replied, savoring her formality. He took a step closer, his gaze gentle yet focused. āReady for today?ā
āY-yes,ā She said but it wasnāt all that convincing.
Harry grabbed her hand, āYouāll 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/Nās nerves started to quiet, replaced by a growing excitement.
As they stepped into the elevator, Harryās 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 sheād 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/Nās hand as he greeted her.
āLindsey, this is Y/N,ā he said, glancing between them. āSheās starting with us today. I thought you might help her settle in and get familiar with everything.ā
Lindsey extended her hand warmly. āOh is this-ā
Harryās 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.
āY/N! Itās so nice to meet you.ā She laughed lightly, her eyes flicking to Harry with a teasing glint. āI have to admit, Iām a little curious why anyone would sign up to be his assistantāhe can be a real pain most days.ā She shot him a playful look. āBut donāt worry, just donāt enter his office at midday - he can get real hangry.āĀ
Y/N giggled and Harryās eyes brightened at the sound, āāY/N,ā he said, his voice warm, āyouāre in very good hands.ā He turned to Lindsey. āMake sure she gets a proper introduction to everything, but donāt overwhelm her.ā
Lindsey chuckled. āIāll keep it light for today, boss. Weād 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, āIāll 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 wasnāt 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
āAlright, letās get started,ā Lindsey said, gesturing to an open desk area near Harryās office. āFirst things firstācoffee? Iāll show you the best spot, and then weāll make our way through the to-do list Harry sent this morning.āĀ
. . .
Y/N liked Lindsey a lot.Ā
She was funny and gentle. Whenever Y/N made a mistakeālike earlier when she accidentally printed everything in pink instead of black and whiteāLindsey would correct her kindly, reminding her that mistakes happen. Y/N wasnāt 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, sheād 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.
āOkay, Harryās 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. āHeās particular about the temperatureāhot but not scalding,ā Lindsey explained with a wink. āDonāt worry youāll 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.
āYouāll be fine,ā Lindsey reassured her, offering a supportive smile. āJust go in, keep it simple, and make sure everyone has their drinks. Youāll be a natural at this in no time.ā
āIām going in alone?ā Y/Nās eyes widened.
āItās good practice,ā Lindsey grins, āGood 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 Harryās 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.
āāWatch where youāre going!ā he barked, rising from his seat. āDo you even know how to serve properly?ā
Y/Nās heart raced, the color draining from her face. Just as she opened her mouth to apologize, a surge of anger rippled through the room.
āDo you think itās okay to talk to a woman like that?ā Harry murmured, his voice laced with malice.
āShe stained my shirt! Sheās lucky Iām 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 heād crossed a line.
Harryās 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. āY/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 Harryās signature alongside a mere fifty dollars. āYour final checkāenough to cover the shirt, I assume? I think I saw the same one in the TK Maxx sale rack.ā
āFinal?ā Mr. Smith asked, incredulous.
āCorrect,ā Harry replied nonchalantly.
Mr. Smithās 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. āMeeting 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. āAre 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. āI feel like I canāt do anything right,ā she admitted, her voice muffled.
Harry sighed, his arms encircling her as he rubbed the back of her head soothingly. āYou did nothing wrong.ā
āYou canāt fire people because of me, Harry.ā
āDonāt worry about him. Weāve wanted to get rid of him for agesājust a sexist prick. Turns out youāre 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. āThese eyes,ā he whispered.
A smile broke through her sadness. āIām sorry for ruining your meeting.ā
āDonāt 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. āYou actually made it better.ā
āI did?ā she whispered, her mind suddenly forgetting the man who had yelled at her.
āMhm,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 Harryās lips brushed against hers.Ā
āOkay, what the hell happened?ā Lindsey barged into the room, causing Y/N to leap away from Harry, her cheeks flushing.
āWow, Lindsey,ā Harry said, rubbing a hand over his mouth, both of them flustered as Lindsey glanced between them. āTry knocking next time, yeah?ā
āSince 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.
āSince now,ā Harry replied. Clearing his throat, he added, āIf youāll excuse meā¦ā He brushed past her, leaving the tension lingering in the air.
A laugh escaped Y/Nās lips, even as embarrassment tinged her cheeks; it was the first time sheād witnessed him so flustered. Lindsey arched an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. āSo, are you two likeā¦?ā
āNo,ā Y/N replied, the denial tumbling out a bit too quickly.
Lindsey shot her a knowing look but chose not to press further. āMight 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. āBambi,ā He slurred against her lips.ā
āHm?ā She hummed, unable to stop herself when she pulled him closer.Ā
āI was thinking,ā He murmured, pulling away but his hands still firmly gripping her waist, āMaybe this weekend yā could come to my place and stay the night.ā
āThe night?ā Sheād never had a sleepover before let alone one at a boys house.Ā
āYeahā¦ Would you be okay with that?āĀ
āY-Yeah, I think so.ā
āYā think so?ā Harry grinned, āAre yā sure?ā
She smiled, āIād like that.ā
āWell, alright then,ā he murmured, leaning down to place one last, soft kiss on her lips. āGoodnight, Bambi.ā
āGoodnight, 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: Canāt help it BambiĀ
Harry: Iām obsessed with you
. . .
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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.
#snap chats#NOT MY SICKNESS SPREADING thank you anon im glad my art can do that#i genuinely dont even remember how it happened like at least a month or two ago i said to myself#'yeah itd be funny if they were buddies. exes even'#but whenever id post bout masato or aoki not many people blinked at it so lord forbid a crackship#and then. SOMETHING infected the water on my twitter a week or so ago and. and now im free#now im free to be deranged#its just SUCH a Crack Ship however the amount of ideas i have for it. EMBARRASSING !!!!#i have to thank the besties on twitter for motivating me to keep making goofy shit about them tho they give me fuel#but yeah tl;dr anon if you write a masadai fic i'll make our parasocial relationship worse and love you#even if not i hope you have a lovely day cause just the fact alone i made you consider it. hehehe deranged win for me
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hashira accidentally touch your chest
Authorās Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. šš
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, āchestā means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included āboobā in the title lmao. š
Shocked š³š
āI apologize, [y/n]-san, it wonāt happen again!ā
Gyomeiās nearly in tears, he feels so terribly š
āThese things happen!ā you promptly assure him, āBesides, you technically won the bout.ā
No need to mention that he always wins when training together š„²
āI cannot accept such a tainted victory.ā
āHimejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, thereās truly no issue.ā
Meanwhile, Gyomeiās rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyoneās boob(s) again šĀ
In cold disbelief ššš
If you donāt say anything, then he wonāt 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 doesnāt even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom
Your boob must be āØmagicalāØ
āIguro-san,ā you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, āIs something on your mind?ā
āNo.ā ššš
Well okay then š
āAbout what happened earlierā¦ā
š«Øš«Øš«Ø <ā Obanai is FREAKING OUT
āā¦ Iguro-san, I didnāt mind.ā
And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!
Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow š«” (the poor manās been pleasantly overwhelmed)
Heāll avoid you for eternity now š (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)
She giggles š¤
Lol
āOh my! [y/n]-san, I didnāt mean to touch you so intimately!ā š
āNo worries, it happens.ā
Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but thatās okay!
Mitsuriās blushing too
A lot š³
āI hope I didnāt hurt you?!ā
Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! š
Sheās well aware of her own strength
āYou barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!ā
Phew!
She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours
āDonāt tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!ā
āKanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.ā
I wish it would happen againā¦ <ā lowkey both of you thinking the same thing š¤Ŗ
As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where youāre wounded) touching your boob isnāt entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic
Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection š
And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest š
āYou should make a full recovery,ā sheās all business, āThe demon avoided your nipple and didnāt puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,ā fortunately, youāre too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, āIt has a nice shape. Iām glad you survived.ā
EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! šš«
Now youāre kinda embarrassed
More so preening, really š¤
Itās like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but youāre still caught off guard because who tf compliments someoneās kidneys or bowels movements or?????
In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured tooā¦ gotta make sure youāre matching in (nice) shape, yāknow? š
Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his
āI APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!ā <ā how he could react š
āPardon my slip, are you okay?ā <ā how he actually reacts, because he isnāt entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum š
āOh,ā you donāt mean to squeak, but it canāt be helped when the most handsome man youāve ever known just casually grazed your boob, āIām fine! Totally fine! Haha!ā š«Øšµāš«š«
Youāve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself š
Heās a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction
Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?
He doesnāt realize youāre flustered; he assumes youāre mortified š
āYou sound decidedly less than fine.ā
Heās softer now, worried about startling you š„ŗ
āI was surprised! But donāt worry! Iām not worried!ā
Okaaay, but heās worried š„²
āIs there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?ā
Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman šš
āRengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. Iām 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 š®āšØš
āAh. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.ā
ā¦
ā¦
Hold up š§
Why does she seemā¦ she seemsā¦ disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??
Youāve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder š¤
After all, he isnāt entirely oblivious š
āAre you going to apologize?ā Sanemi demands
āFor what?ā you screech
āFor touching my hand with your boob!ā
Your eyes roll, āOh fuck off!ā
āI didnāt ask to touch you,ā he grunts
āI wouldnāt have given you permission anyway,ā you retort š
Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, āWell I didnāt give mine either!ā
āYouāre ridiculous. It was an accident.ā
You seem genuinely pissed š¬
Sanemi rethinks his approach
āYou know Iām joking, right?ā š
āNooo,ā your sarcasm cuts deep, āI thought you were flirting.ā š
Uh š
Well š
Shit š
āFuck you!āĀ
When in doubt, curse āem out š
You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, āFuck you!ā
āI said it first.ā š
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 doesnāt hit until youāre almost asleep
āWAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!ā š³š„“š
Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap š¤š
(assuming youāre older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)
Neither of you make a fuss about it
Itās like accidentally calling your teacher mom š¬
Or grabbing a random personās hand in the supermarket thinking theyāre your parent š«£
Embarrassing, but not a huge deal ā unless you make it one
Thereāre those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops š«
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 š), and itās over
^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then youāre 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 shouldnāt be any lasting harm
ā ļøI also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidencesā ļø
Hehehe
Giyuuās hand is stuck š«£
Only for like, a fleeting second
But omg š
He was already embarrassed, and now heās triply embarrassed š« š« š«
ā... Tomioka-san?ā
You wonāt lie; you arenāt especially bothered š¤
But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob š¬
#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isnāt super realistic #forgive me
Youāre 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 š
He offers you a hand
His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori
Heās never washing it again
#closet perv
āThanks,ā you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground
You hope he canāt hear your heartbeat š
He definitely can š¶
But can you hear his?
āI donāt think we should train together anymore.ā
Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions
āWhy?ā
Your question comes out stiffer than intended
He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone ā the longing
āI always beat you,ā he explains lamely, āDonāt 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 š³
āI could never lose!ā you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, āNot when Iām 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 š
Instead, Giyuuās rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours
āWell alright then,ā he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze
In fact, you swear he squeezes back š
āEXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!ā š¤š¤š¤
āYou have three wives.ā š
Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, āI already have plenty of breasts to touch!āĀ
āTengen,ā you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, āYou touched my boob.ā š
āAND IāM SORRY!ā š
Much better š
āI donāt know what they see in you,ā you scoff (youāre also lying, you can see plentyš¤), āTheyāre gorgeousā¦ and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.ā š
Tengen is 100% pouting now
āI donāt freak out when I touch their boobs,ā he huffs
āWell arenāt they lucky.ā š
āYou could be lucky too!ā
ā¦
ā¦
Tengen starts runningĀ
You give chase
āDID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?āĀ
Tengen runs faster
āTENGEN!!!!!ā
Tengen runs faster and faster
You give up
*insert gasping for air here*
āDO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEYāRE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!ā
Oh well, youāll have to visit their estate sometime this week š
Youāre sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma āŗļø
And you canāt wait to see more of Tengen šš
Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens š„“
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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
šø 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.
šø 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.
šø 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.
šø So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!
šø 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.
šø You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.
šø 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.
šø He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?
šø There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.
šø He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"
šø 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.
šø "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.
šø 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...
šø "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'
šø 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.
šø 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.
šø "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.
šø 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.
šø 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..
šø You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.
šø so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!
šø "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!!
šø You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.
šø You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..
šø "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.
šø "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.
šø 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!"
šø 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.
šø 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.
šø 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.
šø 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.
šø After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.
šø 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!
šø 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..
šø no no no! get out of my head!
šø Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?
šø Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.
šø Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..
šø shit FUCK!!
šø Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you
šø 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.
šø He decides to look you up on social media and..
šø 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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looked for stars and i found a supernova !!!
*ą©ā©ā§āĖ 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. Ė ą¼ā” āļ½”Ė
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 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 šš
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 š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£ who's gonna change it š¤£š¤£š¤£ i am on my KNEES š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£
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
*liked by charles_leclerc*
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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 ā¹ļø
-> 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 š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦ š¦
-> username nurse he's out š£ļøš£ļøš£ļøš£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 āļø
-> 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 š¤ 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
12,628 comments
username NO WAY THIS JS REAL
username i just want a detailed description of how they met and who asked the other out āļøš
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 š
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 ššš 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 š£ļøš£ļøš£ļø
-> username what are they doing to my boy š
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 šŖ±
-> 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 ššššššš
-> 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
tagged yourusername
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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 š
-> 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 ššššš he's so
yourusername MY BABY LEO ššššššššššššššššššššš
-> charles_leclerc i am right there
-> yourusername so is leo šššššššššššššššššššš
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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