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wanderingsoul6261 · 6 months ago

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Tyler Owens x Reader

Based On a thought I had

Warnings: I don't think there is any? Maybe a swear word or two? I forgot. Will be a second part to this.

I think I edited it all the way....I think. There is a person or two I need to tag in this, but for some odd reason my phone isn't letting me, so they will be tagged in the comments. Will try to figure it out for future posts.

Y/N was laying on the shared bed in their motel room, the tv playing in the background, a book in her lap as she rested against the headboard. Night had fallen by now and she had expected Tyler to be back from his errands, laying in bed with her as she read her book, legs tangled together and him attempting his nightly ritual of distracting her from said book. It usually almost always worked though, so he didn’t have to try too hard in order to be successful. If there was one thing that Y/N was extra soft for, it was him and his puppy dog demeanor hidden by a large amount of confidence and charisma, not that they weren’t a good look on him, because they were. She had just preferred the Tyler Owens that he turned into behind four walls and a closed door.

“Darlin’.” She snapped out of her thoughts, head snapping up to look at Tyler, who was standing at the entrance of their motel room. A small smile graced his lips as he looked at her, his eyes and expression soft. He had a boyish grin on his face, feet shuffling in what Y/N could only imagine to be excitement, waiting for her to acknowledge him.

His eyes shifted down to her book, in which she followed his gaze, her hands already moving to find her book mark, eyes tearing away from him. She marked her page, the book mark, which just happened to be an old gas station receipt, peeked out over the top, and left the book forgotten on the side table next to the bed.

“What is it, Ty?” She asked. Y/N couldn’t help it when her feet carried her over to him, as he stepped over the threshold of the doorway, meeting her half way, the door still open and letting in the cool night air. His hands found her waist, then slipping around to her back, pulling her against him, lips capturing her own into a slow and sensual kiss. Eyes closed, her arms looping around his neck, while his hands moved from her back to her waist, squeezing gently before they moved to her back again, deft fingers slipping underneath her, his, shirt.

“Got a surprise downstairs.” He mumbled against her lips, forehead moving to rest against hers, fingers drawing small shapes into the small of her back, pressing a few more chaste kisses to her lips before he pulled back slightly.

“What kind of surprise?” she asked, fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Tyler clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head slightly.

“Have to come downstairs with me sweetheart.”

“I’m barely clothed!” She exclaimed. The look in Tyler’s eyes and the smirk on his face told her that he didn’t seem to mind.

“Not seeing the issue with that one, but you have a shirt and some shorts on. That will do.” His fingers moved down to tap her butt.

“But I’m still not as equally dressed as you are.” Tyler let his hands fall from her body, and now she missed it, but watched as he took her in, tilting his head in thought. He was enjoying the view, she could see it clearly in his expression. His eyes snapped up to her, a genuine smile on his face and a shining glint in his eyes. It looked a lot like a look of adoration.

“Don’t matter to me darlin’. You look gorgeous as always. Now come on, while the night is still young.” He said, beckoning her to follow him, giving her a dopey and love sick smile. Y/N couldn’t help it, matching the look on his face as she reached out for his now extended hand, her soft hands clasping with his calloused one, allowing him to tug her outside the warmth of the motel room and into the cool night air.

As Tyler pulled her along, almost as if he was a child tugging it’s parent along in a toy or candy store, he couldn’t help but look back at her a few times. Whether he was making sure she was still following, despite her hand being in his own, or if he just wanted to look at her, Y/N couldn’t tell, but she knew that she didn’t mind it. She couldn’t help but look at him as if he hung the stars for her, giving her everything that she could ever possibly want in life.

Y/N bit her lip as she looked at him, weaving through the cars in the parking lot, letting him tug her towards the red truck they rode into the most brutal of storms. It was there that she saw the surprise. The truck was positioned away from everyone else, across the parking lot and a slight way into the field of weeds, tea lights lining the side of the truck and the down tailgate. Tyler slowed down, watching her with a smile on his face as he allowed her to take in the sight. Pillows and blankets were settled in the bed of the truck, a box of pizza sitting on the tailgate, ready to be eaten. She tugged her hand away from his, moving closer to the scene.

“It’s been a minute since we had time to ourselves.” Tyler’s voice spoke from behind her, providing a sense of comfort. Y/N turned to look at him, finding him with his hands in his pockets, that same look of adoration back on his face.

“You came up with this all by yourself?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in amusement as she looked at her boyfriend. A look of feigned hurt came across his face and she couldn’t help but to giggle.

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked, taking a few slow steps towards her.

“Dani or Lilly didn’t give you any ideas? You didn’t need to be hyped up by Boone or Dexter?” She asked, a teasing lilt to her voice as Tyler took a few more steps towards her. “Please tell me Ben isn’t going to pop out of the weeds and start taking photos.” Tyler let out a small laugh, the twinkle still in his eyes.

“No.” He said, a smile on his face as he shook his head. “Its just us darlin’.” He finally stood in front of her, hands settling back on her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the tailgate. Stepping forward to stand between her legs, his hands settled on her cheeks, pulling her in for another slow kiss. The two took their time in the moment, hands on the other's body, movements slow and sensual as they appreciated the moment. Tyler pulled her closer to him, hands on her hips while her own settled on his face, scratching at the stubble on his face, tongues fighting for dominance.

Y/N was the first to pull away, her breathing heavy as Tyler started to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his breath fanning across her skin, causing her to shiver. A soft sigh of content escaped her lips, before pulling into a pout as he pulled away from her.

“I have a whole night planned sugar. The best Is always saved for last.” Tyler winked at her, before he climbed into the bed of the truck with her. He grabbed two beers from a small cooler that Y/N hadn't seen until now. As he sat down, his legs spread, motioning for Y/N to sit between them and as she did so, Tyler moved the blanket over her legs, before she settled the box of pizza on her covered lap.

The pizza box was flipped open And the two bottles had their caps popped off.

Y/N settled against Tyler's chest, finally taking in the scenery around them as one of his hands moved around her body to snag a piece of pizza.

“get anything on me and I'll beat you.” She teasingly threatened, her eyes moving to the cute little tea lights, softly illuminating the truck and them with it.

“Yes ma'am. Understood.” He snickered slightly, voice muffled by the food in his mouth.

“Why the tea lights? Why not actual candles?” She asked. Tyler's chest vibrated against her back as his other hand came up and settled on her waist, drawing lazy shapes with his fingers.

“Money and distance. Closest grocery store for candles was an hour away. There was a dollar store like 15 minutes away. grabbed them there. Don't like them?” He asked, the potential for slight hesitancy in his voice as he brought his beer bottle to his mouth and took a drink.

“No, I love them. It doesn't take away from the moment, I was just curious.”

“Good.” His lips pressed to her temple and his hand gave her waist a squeeze. “Also a safer bet if things go a bit south, if you know what I mean.” Tyler spoke in a low timber. She slapped his thigh, earning a laugh from him.

“We are in the wide open Tyler. Anyone could see.”

“Jus' sayin’ sugar.”

As time passed, Y/N had her eyes trained on the stars, watching them with intent as Tyler watched her. His eyes were focused solely on her, especially as he finished eating. Watching the side of her face as her lips lifted into small smiles, the way her eyelashes fluttered, the imperfections on her face, everything. Everything about her was beautiful, amazing. Gorgeous and astounding. It didn't matter that she was in one of his white shirts and a pair of short gym shorts. In his eyes, she was perfect, a beautiful comparison to the mightiest of tornadoes, gorgeous and elegant in movement, but in her own small ways, just as destructive. She was a heart stopper.

And suddenly the black box hidden behind him, felt like a heavy presence, making itself known, begging to pushed into her hands and that all too infamous question to be asked.

“What are your thoughts about the future?” He asked, the pizza half finished and now forgotten, bottles of beer half drunk as the two continued to rest against each other, basking in the moment of the peace and quiet they were experiencing.

“Like us? Or in general?” She moved her head slightly so that she could see his face. His face moved to look at her, his facial expression telling her that he had been heavy in his thoughts.

“Us. In general. Where do you see us. Kids? Marriage? What kind of house do you imagine us in? Will there be dogs? Other pets? Anything.” He almost wanted to ask where she would see herself if something happened to their relationship, but he couldn't bear The thought. It would never happen. They were happy enough as they were that it would never be a concern.

Y/N tilted her head in thought, letting him lace the fingers of his left hand with her own.

“I would like kids. Yea. But before that is to happen, I'd prefer to be married.” She said, head tipping again to look at him. Tyler knew that black box was still hiding behind him. “We would make cute kids.” We. Tyler melted at the thought, wanting nothing more to have kids with her. The way she said ‘we’, felt serene, as if maybe for him it was almost too good to be true. “So you are expecting marriage in the future?” He struggled to keep his voice calm.

“Oh, absolutely.” She stated. His heart leapt to his mouth, wanting to spill everything his heart had to offer to her. Tyler felt relief blossom in his chest. She sounded so sure. Y/N was hoping for a marriage with him.

“Go on Sugar.” He brought their clasped hands to his lips, pressing a few chaste kisses to her knuckles.

“We would have the wedding at your parents ranch. The scenery is so beautiful. Oh!” Y/N exclaimed suddenly, catching Tyler by surprise as she twisted around in his lap, legs resting on either side of his waist. He looked up at her, the softest of looks on his face as his hands came down to her thighs, rubbing soothing motions into them, before moving to rest on her lower back. “

“That ranch we've always talked about getting. If we find one, then we can have the wedding there? It would have so much more meaning. The kids could grow up there. Have some livestock animals. Some cows, horses. A pig or two. Chickens.” Tyler let his head rest against the back of the truck, a look of complete and utter adoration and love written across his face. He was drowning in it, and was going to bring her down with him. His hands rubbed gently on her lower back, just listening to her ramble, taking in every word as she said it. He listened as she talked about potential baby names. Names for dogs if they ever got one. Or two. Or three. Tyler listened as she planned the rest of their lives together, and he didn't have an issue with it.

“And then obviously There's you.” His brow arched and she couldn't help but snicker.

Obviously? Well I obviously hope so.” His fingers slipped underneath his shirt, trailing across her skin. Y/N stared at him now with the same amount of love that was currently shining within his own eye.

“Marry me.” Y/N stopped, her smile faltered slightly, her eyes widening in surprise.

What?”

“Will you marry me? Be my wife. Let me call you my wife.” He said, the words my wife already creating butterflies in his stomach that he couldn't help.

“Are you serious?”

“What?” He asked confused.

“You ask me when I look like this?” Her hair was a slight mess and she was only in pajamas, but Tyler didn't care. He would never care.

“Sweetheart, I would have asked you if you covered head to toe In mud.” He said, genuinely honest.

Tyler reached behind his back, her eyes moving down to watch the action as he pulled out the black box, flipped it open and revealed the ring. The rose gold band held a soft glow, cast from the various tea lights littered around them. A single diamond sat on top, something simple and calm, and it was all Y/N needed. She didn't need nor want an over complex ring eith too many diamonds, as long as she was happy with who gave it to her.

Y/N went silent, eyes on the ring and tears welling her eyes, as Tyler’s smile grew wider.

“Marry me, Y/N. Let me make your dreams come true.” He whispered quietly, hands coming up to wipe the tears away that had rolled down her cheeks. “let me love you like no other in this world has been loved.”

“Who knew the Tyler Owens, Mr. Tornado Wrangler, can be a sap.” She said, chuckling.

“Only for you darlin’. Now I need an answer.”

Y/N leaned forward, crashing her lips against his, mumbling yes against his lips, letting it become a mantra as she kissed him. His arms tightened around as she sighed happily against his mouth, and when they finally pulled away and Tyler put the ring on her finger, she gave him a mischievous grin.

“I think we should consummate this marriage proposal.” Y/N said, already backing off of Tyler and the truck, who scrambled up in an attempt to follow her.

“I don't think that's a thing but I like the way you think,” and he jumped over the side of the truck, boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud, chasing Y/N towards their motel room, one last grin casted over her shoulder as she disappeared inside.

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banannabethchase · 4 months ago

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Red Winter Warmth

Combination of prompts day 4 and 5, because I was cursed with the sleepies yesterday! Day 4: Holiday shopping. Day 5: Testing holiday candles.

“I finished all my shopping last week, so I’m not coming with you.”

Yuta throws a Sting action figure at Danny, who catches it out of midair. “Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.” Danny chucks the action figure back. “I have shit to do this weekend.”

“Come on, please?” Yuta, Danny has learned, is not above begging. Or, apparently, letting Sting action figures hit him in the forehead before they drop into his hands. “I need to get stuff for all my aunts and cousins and stuff. Unless you want me to give them these?” He grabs the Bryan Danielson action figure, and Danny all but dives at him.

“This is dumb,” Danny says. “It’s loud. And people are –” He’s interrupted by an older lady bodily shoving him into the balcony. Yuta holds his breath as Danny’s phone wobbles in Danny’s hands, but he manages to hold onto it. “People,” Danny says, a little more loudly this time, “are being dicks.”

The lady who bumped him doesn’t respond, but a woman with six Build a Bear boxes and a similar number of children does.

“I find it abhorrent you would use that unChristlike language in public,” she snaps.

“I find it abhorrent I probably suck dick better than you,” Danny spits back. “Probably why you have so many kids.”

Yuta chokes on his Orange Julius.

“Get in the – get in Bath and Body Works,” Yuta hisses, trying not to laugh. “Go. Shove your nose in some, like, Peppermint Princess candle.”

“Hey there!” says the person at the front doors of the store. Yuta is walloped with the smell of seven thousand smells at once. It is less than pleasant. “Welcome to Bath and Body Works. Can I help you with anything?”

“We’re good,” Yuta says. He does his best to sound sunny and normal, and not like Danny who is still grumbling. “My boyfriend needs to buy gifts.”

“You need to buy gifts,” Danny says. He looks. “Don’t drag me into this.” They duck behind some people so Yuta is fully sure the angry lady is gone, and he decides that, now that his nose has gotten used to the sensory onslaught, he may as well check things out.

“Let me know if you like any smells,” Yuta says. “We’re going, like, auntie vibes.”

“Hey, this is cool. I like the red.” He grins. “Check it out.” He holds it up next to his face, the label reading Red Winter Warmth. “It’s like my alter ego.”

“What’s it smell like?” Yuta opens the lid and takes a whiff. It’s cinnamon piney, warm, and Yuta is momentarily struck with the idea of him and Danny on a cozy rug in front of a fireplace with that candle burning, and far fewer clothes than they’re wearing right now.

“Danny, I think I need this candle.” He grabs Danny’s hand and yanks him, still babbling about whatever next candle he picked up and shoved under his nose. He’ll pick one up, put one down, sniff it, and only put it down when they move forward in the next line. He’s going on about the different weird holiday blends – his hatred for Sugar Cookie Spice is verbose and complex – but Yuta doesn’t understand how words work right now. He fumbles with his card so badly purchasing the candle that Danny rolls his eyes and swipes it out of his hand, paying himself.

“What is with you, dude?” Danny asks.

“I need to burn this candle and fuck you with the heat, like, stupidly high.”

Danny, to his credit, just shrugs. “Rad. Alright.”

Sometimes, Yuta decides, Danny is the best boyfriend ever.

#DannYuta #FLUFF #damn it december #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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