Warnings: stress, angst, exhaustion.
Words 1820
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The key turned the engine of y/n's car off, the heater no longer applying heat into the car. It slowly began to get colder but the nagging exhaustion and the feeling of a specific sadness that she couldn't fix distracted her attention from the dropping temperature.
She let out a sad huff of breath, her forehead landing on the leather covered steering wheel. When she closed her eyes they burned slightly, but in a way that brought her satisfaction. Her body was only proving, in even more ways, that she was in fact tired— or a better word: worn out. This word also means tired but it seems to explain a indistinct story behind it.
She was worn out because her boss was merciless, and didn't seem to give her a break. There had to be some sort of law against abusing your workers with exhaustion, but she couldn't really find the need to say anything about it. It wasn't like he wasn't paying her, he was just giving her long hours that brought her home close to midnight.
She was worn out like a piece of worn out leather. Worked to the core, and then worked some more.
She hated that her dream job is what she hated the most. She wanted to be a chef but not like this. She wanted time to herself, and time with her family and husband.
She hadn't really seen nor touched her husband in what seemed like weeks. Although it was only Saturday that they got to fill up the feeling of satisfaction in their bodies. However, that satisfaction was slowly draining and it was only Tuesday.
She could normally keep that happy smile on her face for ages, but she doesn't see the source anymore. She doesn't see her husband like she used to.
She opened her eyes abruptly, her shoulders jerked up as she looked up to the source of what sounded like a knocking noise. Her tired, red eyes fell upon a bent down Tyler, who had his eyebrows lifted and a small smile on his face.
She rubbed her eyes, just now realizing that she didn't only place her forehead down on the steering wheel for a second, but rather a whole hour. She took a deep breath and let it out, her body shaking at the cold that nipped her nose and skin.
Tyler pointed down towards what she assumed was the lock for the door. He then signaled to a jacket he had in his hands.
Y/n soon realized his silent attempt to converse with her and unlocked the door. Tyler quickly opened the car door, his voice flooding into her ears.
"Honey," he had a sympathetic, yet informative tone to his voice. He immediately tugged her out of the car by her arm. It took y/n a second to be aware of his actions, and she caught herself before falling onto the cold ground with the help of Tyler and the warm jacket he had thrown around her, along with a blanket she didn't notice at first. "What are you doin'? You should've came inside."
Tyler bent down into the car to grab the keys from the dashboard and locked the door. He quickly wrapped his arms around y/n's shaking figure before bringing her up the sidewalk to their front door. "I didn't know I fell asleep."
Tyler took initiative to turn on some of the lights in the dark house, and lock the door. "What happened to your face?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
Y/n's eyebrows also wrinkled lightly. "What do you mean?" After taking off her heels she walked towards the closest mirror in the laundry room which was located just left of the door. She rubbed her fingers of the red markings on her forehead. "That was just from the steering wheel."
Tyler was now up behind her, his hands rubbing over every place he could touch without somewhat irritating her. His chin rested on her shoulder as they both looked into the rectangular vertical mirror. He kissed her shoulder, his lips barely moving as he spoke. "Did you have a good day?"
He honestly didn't even need to speak up, because y/n knew exactly what he was going to say. He asked her every time she got home, and the answer was always,
"it was fine." She answered, her hands resting on his forearms as he hugged her closer.
He nodded, burying his face into the crook of her neck. "You're still so cold. I'm going to start us a bath."
Y/n smiled, sighing contently. "Okay."
He kissed her neck quickly before letting go and walking up the stairs towards their shared bathroom.
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"How was your day today?" Y/n asked as she leaned her body onto his in the tub. His body was pressed against the wall while hers was pressed against his chest, sitting in between his legs.
The water dripped making a small dlip sound as he shrugged. "I just hung out with josh a bit, and worked on some music. I want to get this tour started as quickly as possible so you can go somewhere other than work and home."
"Take your time, I enjoy my work." Y/n spoke, although it was partially a lie. She did enjoy her job, tremendously. But the hours were very unreasonable.
She enjoyed tours, and she enjoyed Tyler but those two things didn't seem to make her feel whole. She didn't feel adult enough following Tyler around on his career. She wanted to make one of her own, and that was just taking a little more work that she hoped for. It honestly didn't change her feelings towards the job, just her motivation.
"Yeah, and I think your boss guy is using you for that. He knows you're not going to complain, therefore he keeps adding on hours. It's starting to make you out as a paid slave than a worker." Tyler explained. If you couldn't tell already, Tyler didn't really care for her boss that much. He worked her way too hard to earn respect from him. He was ruthless and it ruined all of the potential nice thoughts Tyler might have for the man.
"I enjoy it, Tyler. I told you." Y/n retorted sharply.
"You enjoy working hours on end, and day by day with no time here or alone?"
Y/n sighed, her eyes closing. "Will you stop?"
Tyler held her tighter, rubbing his hand across her chest towards her heart. "I just want to see you."
Y/n sighed, sitting up and turning around facing Tyler. She sat on her knees as she leaned in to kissed his lips. "You're seeing me right now." She whispered seductively, trying to switch his mind from work to something else. Anything else. She kissed him a few more times, her hands running down his chest until he grabbed ahold of them, holding her back from continuing any further.
"Without you exhausted." He added, his eyes keeping connection with hers to not break the intimate moment. "It's not the same."
A huge frown took over her lips and she closed her eyes shut. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, scooting as close as possible so she wouldn't slip as she did so. "I hate it." She broke down, a small sob escaping her lips at the same time as 'hate'.
Tyler rubbed her wet back, feeling the hot tears drip onto his shoulder, hotter than the bath water. "Let's get out and get more comfortable in the bed okay?" Another quiet sob escaped her lips, her shoulders bouncing up in instinct. Tyler moved a little, urging her to lift her face from his shoulder. "C'mon."
She tried her best to keep her face calm, although it was clear she was trying to hold back tears. She kept her head down to try and hide it from him, because she was always an ugly cryer.
"You want clothes?" He asked simply as if she wasn't crying beside him as silently as possible. She nodded slowly and he looked through her drawer. "Panties and..." he walked around the bed to his side, pulling his own drawer open. "A shirt."
He threw his Mickey Mouse shirt onto the bed with her panties, closing his shirt drawer and rummaging through his underwear drawer.
Once they were both settled in their preferred clothes, they jumped in bed, Tyler's arms immediately wrapping y/n up like a burrito.
"You need to talk to him about it." Tyler suggested, and y/n took a deep breath as she finally was able to partially calm herself.
"I can't. I'll lose all of my hours and my consistent money."
"You don't need it, I have enough money for us."
"I do need it, Ty. It's so I can buy things for myself."
"But you can buy things for yourself with my money." He argued, his head rested on her chest.
"But I didn't earn that money!" She retorted in a whiney voice. She didn't like fighting, even if it was only a small disagreement.
"Yes, you did! You earned it for being my wife." He explained and y/n sighed, nudging him as she roughly turned herself onto her side. "What?"
"I'm not your stupid prostitute."
"I never said you were." Tyler scooted closers his hips pressed against hers, refusing to let her ignore him and his touch. He leaned over to look at her. "It's our money. I make that money for us so we can live, you don't need to work for that."
"But I enjoy it." She repeated, and she felt a tear drop onto her pillow but she ignored it.
"I know you enjoy it, but don't make money the reason you're procrastinating." He now had his hand underneath her pillow, his arm fully wrapped around her to the point she was basically trapped, although it wasn't how she thought of it. She loved it.
"What if he fires me completely?" Y/n whispered.
"You're his best worker, he needs you." Tyler wasn't just saying that either. Her boss had made it pretty clear that he loved her working there.
"Okay." She whispered, it was so quiet that the only part heard was '—ay" but of course Tyler knew what she said.
"Thank you." Tyler pressed a lingering kiss on her cheek. "Now, please try and sleep. If you can't you can wake me up." And he released her, rolling on his side. "Goodnight, love."
"Goodnight."
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Why are all my shortstories long now?
I feel like I always make Tyler the smart one and the one who always takes initiative. It's bc I'm dumb and I don't do well taking control or whatever. Lmao so I always make the guy do that. Should I do a chapter where it's switched?