fem!reader x redflag!hollis series
authors note: this story actually happened to me irl, just with another artist instead of hollis. the entire experience felt like a fever dream, so i had to turn it into a fic.
and we all love a little tea, don't we?
you: and you think you could handle owning me?
his reply came almost instantly.
2hollis: the real question is whether you could handle being mine
you turned your phone off again and looked out the window, taking a slow breath. for a second you'd thought your reply might've knocked his ego down a little.
it hadn't. he hadn't budged an inch. if anything, he'd only stood his ground harder. that kinda did something to you. he felt untouchable. unshakable. completely out of reach.
before getting out of the bus, you opened your chat one last time and typed back.
you: what's being yours even supposed to mean?
you hit send, slipped your phone back into your pocket and stepped outside.
the warm summer air drifted gently through your hair, pulling you back to reality. or at least, it tried to. because his voice was still echoing in your head. and the fact that he wasn't just there anymore -
you finally made it home. you dropped your bag in the hallway and let yourself sink onto the couch.
almost instinctively, you reached for your phone. your heart sped up immediately.
maybe he'd gotten bored of the conversation after all. then again, he probably had a thousand girls in his dms. who were you to expect another reply?
with a quiet sigh, you headed to the bathroom. you started taking your makeup off, already getting ready to shower, when that now familiar notification sound suddenly echoed through the apartment.
your hand was on your phone before you even realized you'd reached for it.
2hollis: giving yourself to me
2hollis: letting me decide what gets you going
2hollis: seeing if you can handle that
wow. were you reading the next chapter of fifty shades of grey, or were you actually texting dracula?
everything about the way he spoke felt so consuming. almost like he was offering you a deal.
this wasn't just flirting anymore. it wasn't even just texting. every message circled back to the same thing.
but were you ready to be his? how much longer could the two of you keep talking before this turned into something more?
right now it was just a chat. something you could end whenever you wanted. no promises. no risk. and yet with every reply, you let him pull you in a little deeper.
maybe it was the mystery. the fact that you still didn't know his face. all you had was his voice, his music, and the version of himself he let the world see. how much more would he show you if you kept playing along?
and from that moment on, that became the only question you cared about. how far could you push this?
you: i'd be wearing your name on my body anyway
you: so i'd already be giving you a part of me
you: i just wanna know if i'm gonna end up cursing your name
then... nothing. for hours.
at some point it turned into a game. a toxic one. who could make the other wait longer. who cared less.
deep down you already knew the answer. from the very beginning you were the one who was more invested.
still, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were the one in control. that you could walk away whenever it became too much. that you'd know exactly when to stop.
later that night you were already in bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone before going to sleep, when a notification banner slid across your screen. your eyes locked onto it instantly.
2hollis: you'll curse me when i push you
2hollis: worship me when i don't stop
2hollis: that's surrender
great. now how were you supposed to fall asleep after that?
luckily you'd only read the messages from the notification preview, so they still showed as unread. not that it mattered. he probably knew anyway. to him you were about as easy to read as glass.
after staring at the screen for another minute, you gave in. because honestly, what could be better than waking up to a message from your celebrity crush? opening your eyes and seeing 2hollis lighting up your lock screen.
you: what if i don't do what you tell me?
with a small smile you set your phone aside, curious to see what that little bit of attitude would get you.
the next morning was quiet. gray. you slowly opened your eyes and looked out the window. cool morning air drifted through the open frame, brushing softly against your face.
you were still half asleep, your thoughts moving slower than usual, when everything that had happened the day before started coming back.
oh my god. right. 2hollis. and - oh my god. did he reply?
you reached for your phone on the nightstand so fast it nearly slipped from your hand. the screen lit up instantly. two new messages. one from em. one from him.
2hollis: you can try not listening
2hollis: doesn't mean you'll get away with it
a sharp knot settled low in your stomach and it wasn't even nine in the morning. you didn't reply right away. who knew what your half asleep self would've come up with? instead you opened em's chat first.
you: * 2 screenshots attached *
em: what are you two even talking about
em: yeah he's definitely got an ego
em: man's obsessed with himself
em: girl please don't do anything stupid
you: it's literally just a chat
you: he'll probably get bored eventually
your fingers tingled. as much as you wanted to make him wait, you couldn't. you wanted that rush again. that little hit of adrenaline every time his name popped up on your screen.
doubt crept in. what if yesterday had just been boredom for him? what if he'd already moved on? there was such an obvious power imbalance between the two of you.
he was giving you something you'd never had before. and you were giving him something he could probably get from anyone.
maybe this meant nothing to him. but if you didn't text him, you'd never know. so before you could talk yourself out of it, you started typing.
you: i think wearing your name's already kinda crazy
you: it's basically a seal
you: and if i bite you as hard as you want me to
you: guess there'd be blood too
you rolled your eyes. this guy was making you say things you'd never imagined yourself texting. but somehow he always matched your energy.
probably a good thing you actually had to get up now. less time to overthink everything.
your morning routine went exactly the way it always did. you turned on your speaker and of course his music was the first thing filling the apartment. the lyrics only made everything worse. or better. you couldn't decide.
you made breakfast, got dressed, went through the motions. everything was exactly the same. except every couple of minutes, your mind wandered right back to him.
halfway through doing your makeup, an urge suddenly hit you. youtube. you wanted to know if he'd ever done any interviews. anything. literally anything that would tell you more about him.
so you paused the music, pulled your laptop onto your makeup desk and opened youtube. your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before you typed:
you hit enter. three videos appeared almost instantly. one was audio only. one was animated. and then... oh my god.
the third one showed him sitting across from the interviewer at a table. he was wearing a mask. but it was him. really him. without thinking, you clicked on it. and just like that your nervous system was spiraling all over again.
and then he spoke. not through a song. not through lyrics. just his voice.
your breath caught in your throat. it was deeper than you'd imagined. calm. confident. exactly the way he'd been texting you.
you couldn't stop watching.
the way he leaned back in his chair. the way his hands moved when he talked. the muscles in his arms catching the light, even more defined than in the few photos you'd seen online. he really was that tall. that built.
for a second it almost didn't feel real that this was the same person waiting in your dms.
the interviewer described him as one of a kind. someone who'd already changed the sound of an entire genre. big words. for someone who had somehow found his way into your life overnight.
you were still trying to process all of it when your phone buzzed. you didn't even have to look at the name. you already knew. the same voice echoing from your laptop was now waiting for you on your lock screen.
you picked up your phone. and the moment you read his messages, a shiver ran down your spine.
2hollis: a little blood just makes the seal stronger
2hollis: you know what you're getting yourself into, princess?
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