warnings: long!, all the angst!!, tyler beat up a guy once :/, infidelity if you squint
when tyler returned to arkansas, you were the last person he expected to see.
in the baking aisle of the piggly wiggly in his hometown was where he found you again after nearly a decade, reading the label on a box of cocoa powder in the same sundress you've had since the two of you dated in high school. thank heavens you notice him and speak first, that way he gets to pretend like he wasn't already contemplating what to say or if you'd even recognize him as soon as he stepped around the corner.
"tyler owens. you got a lotta nerve decidin' to show your face around here." you tease to mask your surprise, pulling your overflowing basket closer to yourself, and holy cow, he thinks you might be prettier now than on the day you met. "oh, really? why's that?" he asks, lifting his hat to greet you. "last i heard, you got famous and moved to new york. the locals don't like it when people make it outta here. must be real jealous." you tell him, and he just nods and strokes his stubble.
"y'know, you're a local. does that mean you're jealous too?" tyler inquires with a smirk, and you're all too quick to reply, "no, sir. knew you were gonna be somethin' the moment i laid eyes on you. only somethin' i've ever wanted to be was a housewife." you smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. you clear your throat and ask him why he's back in town. "my aunt's getting sick, so i thought i'd see her while i still can. my storm chasin' team's been in the pits without me, too. not a lot of work for me in the northeast, if you can imagine." he confesses, and any trace of happiness on your face disappears.
"oh, ty, i'm so sorry." you apologize, and your gaze lands on the items in your shopping basket. "i was fixin' to go home and whip up some coca-cola cake. dunno if it's still your favorite but, maybe you could come with? take some to your aunt for me?" you offer. he's nodding faster than you can blink, half of the items on his grocery list long forgotten after you've checked out and he follows you to your car.
it's not long before the two of you are sat at your kitchen counter, ribs aching from laughter as you reminisce about your teenage escapades. the sweet smell of warm chocolate emanates from the oven and lingers in the air. tyler asks if you've seen his livestreams. you use every excuse as to why you haven't; that you're too busy, that you don't get good internet in rural arkansas, anything but the truth. seeing him that happy without you is just too painful.
"if there's no work in new york, why'd you move there?" you question, taking a sip of coke. he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "for a girl. a girl from sapulpa." you almost choke on the liquid, causing a little to dribble down your chin. "a girl from sapulpa? what?-" you pause to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and he continues, "a storm chaser from sapulpa. her name's kate. she quit chasin' and got a job with the national oceanic and atmospheric administration. in new york."
your first thought is that she must be sharp as a tack, getting a job at a fancy place like that. but then a hundred more thoughts swarm your brain; when they might have met, if she's pretty, if she's kind, if he loves her, if he wants to marry her.
but you couldn't possibly ask him all that. you're a lady.
tyler breaks the silence. "you been talkin' to any fellas around here?" he's not sure if he even wants to know. you're not sure if you even want to tell him. you don't look him in the eyes when you say, "yeah, i uh- i've been with bobby for about 3 years now. you remember bobby? from school?" and sure, of course he remembers bobby. he spent all of senior year just trying to keep that meathead away from you.
"you know i hated him, right?" tyler spits, running a hand through his hair as he leans over the counter, getting closer to you, "i almost killed him when he tried asking you to prom in front of me. in front of everybody. it was embarrassing." your lip quivers as the distance closes between you. "well, he's different now." you retort, trying to convince him, trying to convince yourself. "that's a load of horse shit." he scoffs, "why are you going out with him, really?"
"maybe because he didn't abandon me, tyler!" you exclaim, and you shudder when you feel his warm breath against your skin. he cups your cheeks in his hands. "hey, hey. peach, look at me. i would've taken you to oklahoma with me in a heartbeat. why didn't you tell me?" he asks, searching your teary eyes. but how do you explain that leaving wasn't your dream? that you would have been happy growing old with him right here? that staying with him would have just held him back? that you had to let him go?
he kisses you. and fuck, you haven't been kissed in so long. but he's not yours anymore.
you force yourself to push him away. "tyler, no. we can't. we can't." you tell him, the words thick as molasses as they fall from your tongue. he reaches for your wrist as you rise from your seat, but you're pulling back before he gets ahold of it. "leave. get out of my house." you speak over him as he begs for the two of you to talk it out. "i mean it, tyler owens. go home." and that's enough to send him on his way, slamming your front door behind him.
by some coincidence, the timer on the oven goes off, letting you know the coca-cola cake you had just forgotten about was done baking. you think maybe you'll eat it all yourself. maybe you'll throw it out. maybe you'll share it with bobby. maybe you'll break up with him.
maybe in another life, you could've been enough for tyler.
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not entirely sfw
Billy comes out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam and a towel wrapped around his waist, his towel-dried hair dripping water down his chest, the droplets slowly travelling further and further until they disappear under the towel.
Steve watches him the entire time, which the blond notices right away, so he gives Steve that stupid look - the same one he used to give him during basketball practice: a grin with his tongue pointed out, dragging it over his teeth simply because he knows Steve is staring.
But, this time, he cups his pecs and gives them a squeeze and pushes them together, playing with them like they’re tits because he’s fucking weird.
Steve tries to ignore the throb of pleasure it sends through him, how it sticks filthy ideas in his head, but he gets up from the couch and follows his boyfriend into the bedroom when Billy disappears into it.
part two
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I’ve seen lots of conflict between if shipping Romeo and Jesse is a good ship or bad, I saw one of ur posts slightly talking about it so decided would be interesting to hear what you think overall for both sides? And other general thoughts on the ship?
Okay, I'm a firm believer of " leave other ships tf alone. " Even if it's not my thing!
This, however, I've thought about a few times. My personal opinion is that - I've said it once I'll say it again - Jesse can canonically kick Romeo's ass!!! Yes, The Admin was still a thing and he's done some horrible crap! However, if we treated EVERY villain ever with that much weight, then we'd never be able to like.. ship Aiden with anyone, for example. Or, similarly in other places, people like. Idk Bill Cipher?
Romeo's very much so a narcissist. I can get behind it as easy as I understand why people don't. I just want people to "hate" a ship for the RIGHT REASONS.
Not because Romeo's god, but because he's crazy. Either way, Jesse CAN and HAS dealt with it before and put Romeo in his place.
Even so, what's wrong with a little enemies to lovers? Romeo thinks their power is uneven. He couldn't be more wrong!
Tldr: Ship conflict is stupid no matter what it is unless it's illegal, with Romesse is NOT, considering Admins are the one people who canonically don't have an age. They're like 2k years old and by that point I'd consider them gods. Cuz they are.
and you cant look me in the eyes and tell me you've never shipped god x mortal in any kind of fashion before.
I ship LUMEO, man. Lukas and Romeo. I am in no place to hate on Romesse, and I've thought it cute a few times.
Maybe I'm biased cuz Romer is a fav, though.. As is Jesse..
People should put their hate someplace else. Like inside of Hadrian's existence /lh
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with essay season upon us, it is time to bring back some of my funniest essay titles
(look, the life of an English teacher’s got to get boring reading essays all the time, so i try to ~spice~ it up a little bit)
“Juliet Capulet: The OG Girlboss”
“Deceased Grandparents, Caffeine Addictions, and You”
“I’m a Man-Whore For Forensics”
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