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unabashegirl · 3 months ago

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Love Island (one shot) – sneak peek

Harry’s arrival on Love Island stirs Y/N’s feelings, sparking tension with her partner, Tom, and the rest of the ladies, as she’s drawn to Harry’s charm and intrigue.

Author's note: Hello everyone! Here is the concept of the new one shot that has been posted on my Patreon. I hope you enjoy the sneak peek. Let me know what you think!

The italics is the narrator just like in LOVE ISLAND!

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Tom’s lips tightened, and he gave a small nod. “Fair enough. I can’t stop you from seeing where things go. I mean, you’re right—it is early days. Just… give me a heads-up if you start to feel like it’s going somewhere else, yeah?”

“Of course,” she assured him, offering him a warm smile. “I’ll always be honest with you, Tom. That’s a promise.”

He smiled, though it looked a bit forced, then let out a sigh, looking back towards the villa. “Right then. Just have to up my game a bit, won’t I?”

Y/N chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Just keep being you.”

But will that be enough, Tom? With Harry’s arrival in the villa, we might just see if Tom can hold his own—or if his steady confidence starts to crack.

After Tom walked off, Y/N settled back into her lounger, taking a slow sip of her coffee. The warmth of the morning sun was comforting, and she let herself enjoy the peace, though her mind kept drifting to Harry.

Across the patio, Harry was surrounded by a small group of girls, each one caught up in his easy charm. There was Georgia, always the first to get a word in; her dark hair bounced as she laughed at one of his jokes, flashing him a look that said she was more than intrigued. Beside her was Chloe, who toyed with her braid as she angled closer, her gaze fixed on him, and Lila, who had barely left his side since his arrival. They all hung on his every word, their laughter blending with his deep chuckles.

Y/N watched him, noticing the way he seemed effortlessly at ease, making each of the girls feel like they were the only ones there. He was charming, no doubt, and that little smirk of his told her he knew exactly what he was doing. There was something magnetic about him; he was the kind of person you couldn’t help but notice.

Then, as if sensing her gaze, Harry’s eyes lifted, meeting hers across the patio. The moment their eyes connected, a playful glint flickered in his. His smile softened, turning into that cheeky grin she was beginning to recognize. He said something to the girls that made them all laugh again, and then, with a quick apology, excused himself from the group.

Y/N’s heart gave a little jump as she saw him walking towards her, the confidence in his stride obvious as he crossed the patio. When he reached her, he didn’t sit right away. Instead, he leaned forward, his arms resting on the back of her lounger, his face close enough that she could catch the faint scent of the sea on his skin.

“Morning,” he said, his voice smooth, that smirk never leaving his lips. “Didn’t expect to catch you staring.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Staring? I was just observing… thought I’d get a better sense of what all the fuss is about.”

He chuckled, settling himself on the edge of her lounger without breaking eye contact. “Ah, so you were curious, then. Good to know I’ve got your attention, even if just a little.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she replied, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “I was just checking to see if you were actually as charming as you think you are.”

He tilted his head, feigning contemplation. “And? What’s the verdict, then?”

She shrugged, pretending to consider it. “I think it’s too early to tell. But I’ll let you know if you manage to impress me.”

Harry leaned back, grinning. “Challenge accepted. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t come over here to see if I could learn a bit more about you too.”

“Oh, really?” she teased, crossing her arms as she watched him. “So, the big mystery man’s got questions?”

“Maybe one or two.” His gaze softened, the playful edge giving way to a hint of sincerity. “Like, what exactly is a girl like you looking for in here?”

She held his gaze, considering her answer for a moment. “Honestly, someone genuine,” she said, her tone earnest. “It’s easy to get caught up in all the surface stuff, but I’m hoping to find something real. Something that lasts.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Right. Thought I’d take a risk, try something new.” His voice softened, a touch of vulnerability creeping in. “Been a while since I let anyone in.”

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade. She felt a spark, a warmth that hadn’t been there before, and she knew he felt it too.

“Alright then, Harry the risk-taker,” she said, breaking the silence with a playful smile. “Let’s see if you’re as good as you say.”

Harry’s cheeky grin returned, the playfulness back in his eyes. “Oh, you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, Y/N.”

Looks like Y/N’s little morning coffee break has turned into something a bit more steamy than she bargained for. With Tom on edge and Harry moving in, she may have her hands full. So, who’s in it for the long haul? Stay tuned.

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withwritersblock · 3 months ago

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No Caller ID

~No Caller ID by Megan Moroney~

Author's Note: requested! this is definitely my favorite song by her I think. italics are flashbacks Summary: Y/N and Jack broke up several months ago but he keeps crawling back and her friends are sick of it. Warnings: nothing too crazy Word Count: 1,405 Jack Hughes x fm!reader Part two

It has been six months since they broke up. It wasn’t entirely mutual but neither argued the idea of ending the relationship after she brought it up. Y/N needed space, being with a professional athlete was exhausting enough. But being with Jack Hughes was a whole different level.

But after the relationship ended she realized that it wasn’t a good one. Most of the relationship, he gave her reasons to be insecure. He was constantly going out after winning games, being suspiciously close to other girls. But she was convinced she was overreacting.

Her friends said he was her kryptonite, she always had a soft spot for him, especially after they were together for nearly two years.

It was also exhausting because every few weeks he’d give her a call. Even after the several times her friends forced her to block him. The same night, she would always unblock his number and wait for his call.

She wanted to see him, but she knew she shouldn’t. Her friends were constantly lecturing her and right now was no different.

While hanging out at her apartment, she received a call from him and her friends saw it.

“He hurt you, more than once and you’re still letting him!” her friend Georgia said. Her four other friends all nod and hum in unison. Y/N rolled her eyes as she reached for her phone. “He’s awful for you, you need to delete his number,” she further expressed.

It was past three a.m. and she was awake because Jack called her thirty minutes ago. He begged to come over to see her. She sighed as her phone flashed on to show a text from him. It read that he was standing outside of her apartment.

She took a hold of her hoodie and covered her frame, she stepped into the hall, the woodened floor was icey against her feet as she delicately stepped past her roommates room.

He wasn’t supposed to be coming over, he was still supposed to be blocked. She walked towards the front door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it open to see Jack standing outside of the door. He had a wide grin on his lips as his gaze scanned her frame.

He stepped inside, delicately shutting the door behind him.

“I missed you,” he whispered as he reached towards her, wrapping his arms around her. Wrapping her arms around the center of his back, she sunk into the hug; taking in the smell of his cologne. His hand ran along her hair as he shut his eyes.

“Come on, before my roommate hears us,” she whispered as she slipped from his grasp. Crossing her arms over her chest, she started walking away from him, knowing he would follow without a hesitation.

Stepping into her room, she delicately shut the door behind Jack. He stood in front of her, smiling. “You look so pretty,” he whispered, he shook his head.

She couldn’t tell if he was drunk. Assuming since it was past three in the morning he was, but usually he was touchy. But he wasn’t.

“Just come on,” she mumbled as she took a hold of his arm and guided him towards her bed. She sat down, looking up towards him. Holding out his hands, she gladly took them.

“We should stop sneaking around,” he brought up. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as she looked into his eyes.

“Like get back together?” she asked while shaking her head slightly. He raised his hand up and rested it onto her cheek.

“Don’t you want that?” he asked.

“I broke up with you,” she mumbled as she scooted back away from him. She leaned her head back against the headboard as she watched him sit down.

“But you let me in,” he muttered as he reached his hand over and rested it beside her thigh. He leaned towards her, keeping a small distance.

“That doesn’t mean I want to get back together,” she said as she tilted her head to the side. His eyes scanned her features, lowering his gaze towards her lips.

“Then why’d you let me in?” he asked as he leaned towards her. There was no sign that he was drunk. She wished he was drunk, it would be easier to say no. He leaned towards her. She didn’t move as she stared towards his lips, craving his lips on hers.

“I don’t know,” she let out barely above a whisper.

He was like a drug, every time she was around him she found herself intoxicated. She couldn’t breathe, she was so captivated by him.

“Can I kiss you?” he let out barely above a whispered. She nodded softly as her eyes were flickering all over his features.

Leaning towards her, he delicately kissed her. Her entire body softened once his lips were on hers. He reached one of his hands up and delicately took a hold of her cheek. His lips were soft and comforting. She hummed against his lips as he slowly started to climb on top of her.

“I’ll block him, I promise. I swear that last night was the last time. I swear,” she expressed urgently, reaching towards her phone like a child reaching for candy. Georgia held the phone away from her.

“He was here last night?” Georgia asked, somewhat harshly. Y/N took in a sharp breath, trying to find something to defend herself with but nothing came to mind. “Y/N, girl, come on,”

“He wants to get back together,” she muttered as she avoided the gaze of every one of her friends in the room. They all let out a long dramatic groan. “I didn’t say I wanted to!” she defended.

“What did you two do last night?” Bethany questioned as she stood up from the couch. Her eyes widened as she looked towards her suspiciously.

“We just kissed, I promise,” she muttered as she shook her head.

“Kissed like a peck on the lips or did you two make out?” Georgia questioned as she delicately rested Y/N’s phone on the countertop.

“What’s the diff-difference?” she asked as she shyly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Oh my god,” every girl in the room let out at the same time.

“You ended things because of how he treated you, remember?” Georgia let out.

He pulled his lips away from hers as he watched her slowly open her eyes. She reached her hand up and delicately took a hold of his cheek. He leaned into her hand, shutting his eyes.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against her forehead for a second before he pulled back away from her, looking down towards her.

“I’ve missed being this close to you,” he whispered as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face. She pressed her lips together while looking deeply into his eye.

“I’ve missed it too,” she mumbled as she ran her thumb across his bottom lip.

“Enough to want to get back together?” he asked as he scanned her features.

She took a deep breath, “You weren’t a good boyfriend, Jack,” she let out barely above a whisper. He tilted his head back.

“I was a dick, I know that. Can we start over?” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against her lips for a second.

“Jack,” she let out as she ran her fingers through his hair, “You shouldn’t even be here.”

He chuckled as he rolled away from her, he laid on his back. Holding out his arms, she stared towards him. His lips fell into a pout as she didn’t lay with him right away. “Lay with me baby,” he let out barely above a whisper.

Hesitantly, she laid down resting her head in the crook of his neck. His hand glided up and down her body, slipping beneath her hoodie to feel her skin.

“This is starting to sound like an intervention,” Y/N let out jokingly. Her friends didn’t find it funny as she sat down beside Bethany. “He’s out of my system, I promise. Next time he calls, I’ll send it to voicemail and every time after that. I swear,”

Bethany pulled her towards her. Y/N rested her head onto her shoulder. “Why do you keep going back to him?” Bethany asked as she ran her hand up and down her arm.

“Because sometimes he actually makes me feel good,” she muttered.

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paladinbaby · 11 months ago

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can’t call you a stranger, but can’t call you up

14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, doc luben / the power unbound, freya marske; photo my own / biotherm (for bill berkson), frank o’hara / georgia, phoebe bridgers / joy is not promised to you, hanif abdurraqib interviewed by ruth awad / wolf or-7, natalie diaz / i’m not speaking first, hala alyan / owl and pussycat some years later, margaret atwood / the dogs i have kissed, trista mateer / i had a dream about you, richard siken

[Image Description: Ten images of text.

1: “The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”

2: A square photo of the sky at sunset. There are dark trees along the bottom edge. The sky is blue but is mostly covered in clouds. Text in the top left corner reads “The past had a heavy fist around his heart. What he was wait-ing for was for it to physically hurt.” The text is a split up photo of a printed line.

3: “the moon is rising / I am always thinking of the moon rising / I am always thinking of you”

4: Black text on a blue background. “Will you have me / Or watch me fall? / If I fix you / Will you hate me?”

5: “I think what I value most are people who love me enough to be angry at me then come back and still love me. People who are patient with me when they have no right to be. People who know me well enough to know that I am a collage of failures with some really good intentions.”

6: “I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?” Bite and touch are written in italics. The whole line is highlighted in red.

7: “I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologise for it. Please don’t tell.”

8: “Anything can become a saint if you pray to it enough -”

9: A photo of a poem written out in a lined notebook, the spiral binding is visible on the right edge of the image. The first line is in block capitals. “I Swear Somewhere This Works

In a parallel universe or another world / or a different life

we sit across from each other

at the kitchen table

and go over / the grocery / list.”

10: “In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.” End ID.]

#litstack #web weaving #richard siken #hanif abdurraqib #power unbound #freya marske #frank o’hara #natalie diaz #pheobe bridgers #personal #c: lost township #onion

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echoingbirdsofprey · 3 months ago

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Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

1 - Boys Are Too Easy

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (I just label everything this because I know I can't help adding swear words at the least.) so MDNI please!

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, blood, and sort of graphic description of Tyler getting his ass handed to him by a bull.

A/N: It's going to take me forever to post everything on Tumblr but here's the very first of it all! If you click on the title that'll take you to the Masterlist and I linked to my Spotify for this fic below as well. You can still read everything on A03 and Wattpad as well.

This first chapter is just a really quick overview. Don't want to spend too much time in the past for these two! As always Italics are for emphasis, internal thoughts, or dreams/past memories!

Playlist

“Well howdy there, pretty thang . What brings you here all decked out in sparkles?” Tyler Owens asked, as he removed his chaps while sitting atop the panels looking down the chute.

“Stick around, pretty boy , you'll see in a minute.” Georgia Tennley said as she pushed her hat down a little tighter and patted the buckskin painted mare beneath her. The mares's ears flicked back and forth as she saluted the bull rider before kissing to the mare and heading down the chute toward the open gate. Tyler stood up, nearly losing his balance as she breezed past him and all the other bull riders perched on the fence.

“ Next up representing Stillwater, Oklahoma, the Pink Princess, Georgiaaaa Tennley!” The announcer said, gaining wild cheers from the crowd. Tyler watched carefully as she made neat turns around the first two barrels and then around the third, she threw her head down, her hand forward, and urged the mare to kick it into high gear heading for home. A clean run. The fastest time of the night so far.

She flew past the bull riders again and Tyler watched as the mare took her damn near to the next town before she could get her stopped. Georgia patted the mare and rubbed on her neck and scratched the top of the mare's head and ears as she trotted around the sandy parking lot proudly. She walked the mare for a few more moments before hopping down and that was when Tyler decided to get down off the panels too. He made his way through the maze of the chute system and came out just in time to see which trailer she was headed to. As he walked up to her, his spurs jingling, a smirk crossed her lips.

“Learn anything, pretty boy ?” She asked, un-cinching her saddle and pulling it off. It was only her saddle in between them.

“Yeah. If ya feel it, chase it.” He said as he leaned down to kiss her. It surprised her no doubt, but she kissed him back, equaling his lust.

🌪⛈️🌪

Georgia awoke the next morning to a strong, tanned arm around her waist and warm breath tickling the nape of her neck. It was the middle of summer and the windows were open in the living quarters of the trailer, were she had a good old air mattress for a bunk. The air was hot and humid. She checked her phone for the time. 4:03. She felt slightly dizzy as she glanced at the cute bull rider she'd invited in for drinks last night. Clearly things had gotten out of hand... oh, yes, they certainly did ...as she lifted the sheet to find both of them naked underneath. She could smell his sweat and felt his skin sticking to hers as she shifted to lay on her back. He made a small noise as he stirred and it made her giggle. He opened one eye halfway as a sly grin crept across his lips.

“You sure are adorable in the mornin’, darlin’ “ He said, voice gravely and deep, his blue-green eyes becoming apparent in the dim light. She could've sworn they were brown last night, but who gives a shit. They definitely fucked, but Georgia was a little disappointed that there was nothing memorable enough to cut through the haze of alcohol.

“And you're awfully flirty.” She whispered back as she attempted to escape his arms. His grip tightened, making her smirk. She propped herself up on her elbows and glanced over at him, her dirty blond hair falling over her one shoulder, bangs into her eyes. Tyler reached up and brushed the hair from her eyes and behind her ear. There was a small but satisfied smile painted across his lips as he left his fingers to brush over her cheek.

“My, my, what have we done?” He asked softly, stretching up to press a kiss to her lips. She hesitated this time, borderline resisted, not because she didn't want to, but because she wasn't sure how far she wanted to let this go. She knew nothing about him. She only knew his name.

“Well, you did follow me. ..” Georgia pulled away and he pouted, letting her leave. She had a feeling he got attached easily. Thinking back on it, did he even know her name? He should've...they'd announced it.

“You didn't have to say anything to me. Coulda just run on down that alley without so much as a tip of yur hat.” He said, his eyes following her very pretty, very naked form down the ladder where she disappeared for a few moments before popping back up and smiling at him.

“And why the hell did I do that?” She mused, throwing him his shirt and boxers before going to the small kitchenette. They hit him in the face and he couldn't help chuckle to himself as he dressed. He climbed down the ladder and threw his jeans on. They were damp from last night, remembering he'd spilled some beer on them as things got heated. He wondered for a moment how much she remembered...

“Uh...y'know, maybe we should...get to know each other a little better?” He asked, as her eyes flicked to his. She watched as he zipped his jeans, noticing how nicely they hugged his ass, and other parts.

“You think so?” She said, putting a pan out on the single stove top. She turned the heat on, buttered the pan, and cracked some eggs in it. Tyler pursed his lips as he stepped toward her. He fiddled with his hat for a moment before placing it atop his head.

“I gather you don't...” He said, disappointment evident in his voice. Georgia had finished the eggs and took two plates down, placed some eggs on each, and handed him one. She took a bottle of water out of the pack on the tiny counter and placed it at the table for him. He sat and she placed a fork on his plate and sat across from him. She glanced at him before diving into her eggs. He didn't know why, but that first bite was the best bite of eggs he'd had in a long fucking time.

“I'm Tyler...Tyler Owens.” He said before taking his next bite. He caught her smiling as she chewed and swallowed her food and then she said, “Yeah that’s one of the only things I remember from last night.”

“Oooh. that’s harsh, darlin’. I couldn’t been that bad.” Tyler said as he finished his food. Georgia shook her head and smirked again as she also finished. She silently took his empty plate and began to wash it off in the sink and then dried it, and repeated that with her own, all the while Tyler watched her.

“Didn't say you were bad. Just said I don't remember much from last night. I haven't had that much to drink in awhile. I don't even remember what time we came in here and started drinking.” Georgia said. A corner of Tyler's lips crept up in a grin again.

“I reckon it might'a been around six or seven. You took care of your mare and I followed you around like a wild stallion.” He said, chuckling deeply. Georgia decided she liked his laugh, and his smile. It was fascinating how it reached his eyes everytime. He looked genuinely happy every time he smiled. He didn’t seem to have any ill will or bad intentions and that was a rare quality among people these days. Tyler didn’t seem selfish.

“Christ on toast...” Georgia murmured and Tyler nearly spit out the sip of water he'd taken.

“You got a lot of those weird sayings. They're cute.” He said and she tilted her head questioningly.

“What?” She asked and he chuckled again as he took another sip of water.

“You kept saying funny shit last night. Had me dyin’ over my beer. No one's ever made me laugh that much for that long.” His smile was infectious. She leaned back against the counter top and folded her arms across her chest, details fuzzy but flooding back.

“ Oh, fiddlesticks...” Georgia said as she dropped her phone and nearly dropped her drink. Tyler deftly saved her beer and roared with laughter.

“You’re silly when you’re drunk.” Tyler said, a wide smirk across his lips as he handed her back her beer. She leaned closer to him and giggled.

“I’m not drunk, pretty boy.” She slightly slurred her words and he took his opportunity to press his lips to hers, to which she returned the kiss.

“If you say so.” Tyler said, placing his own beer down and reaching around her waist. She was just beyond buzzed, but not drunk enough for it to inhibit her decisions. “Is this okay?” He asked and she answered by cuddling up as close as she could, while wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. She left it up to him to decide where this went next.

She had made him laugh, and he made her laugh. He hadn't been acting either. He genuinely thought she was funny and that flattered her more than anything. Their eyes met again after a few silent moments, and Tyler stood then. He tipped his hat to her.

“My next rodeo is the Kansas State Fair...” He said softly and she nodded.

“How fortuitous. Mine is too.” Georgia said, stepping closer to Tyler. They were only inches away when he reached up to run a finger across her cheek. His gaze was longing for something more than she could give him right now, so she hoped he could settle for what she had to offer.

“I'd be mighty grateful if I could hitch a ride. I’d like to spend a little more time gettin’ to know you, and I’m kinda hopin’ that you feel the same.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was not surprised when she agreed. He leant down to press his lips to hers, so softly that she thought she imagined the feeling. So he stepped out to grab the rest of his things from his beat up old truck, then helped her check the hitch on the trailer and off they went. The Kansas State Fair was in a week, so they would have plenty of downtime to get to know each other in between.

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Six Months Later

Georgia had worked her way up through the ranks to the 1D barrels, the top division at each rodeo. And Tyler competed against some of the top guys in the sport. Together they were quite the pair. Most of the time they used her truck and trailer, but Tyler helped pay for diesel and he helped drive. It was the least he could do. Besides riding, Georgia also did photography for the rodeo circuit. That was how she paid for her entry fees and food. She hated having to scrape by but she wanted this so it had to be done. She also helped coach a few other racers on the side and helped school some horses. Occasionally, she swapped in for a header or a heeler in the roping for anyone who needed it. Tyler on the other hand...Tyler took odd jobs while on the road. He could fix trucks and trailers, he'd do stalls and operate tractors and dozers and whatever the rodeo needed. So, neither of them could afford a fall or an injury.

Well that was inevitable, especially in the two professions they were in.

While at the Oklahoma State Fair, Tyler drew a particularly difficult bull that had been known to give a hard and wild ride Not many could stick eight seconds, let alone half that. The bull bucked hard all the time and he twisted while he was in the air, which made for a difficult and uncomfortable ride. Most bull riders ended up off of him not because of how hard he bucked but because of how much he twisted and hurt their back while doing so.

Tyler lowered himself onto the bull’s back, and for the first time in a long time, he had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He waved for the gate to open and he was surprised at the force the bull put out as they flew through the air, bucking and spinning. Tyler held on for about six seconds and then the bull got too close to the chute, spun into it and hit Tyler’s leg on the metal panels. It distracted him just long enough for the bull to jostle him out of place and dump him. Tyler flew off, toward the panels, hitting his head and bouncing off. The bull was still raging and charged him, stepping on him in the process and tossing him back into the panels again. Screams could be heard from the stands.

Georgia covered her mouth in a gasp and she felt weak, like all the blood had drained from her entire body. She hopped off her mare and threw the reins at her friend who was sat next to her. She climbed over the panel tops, through the cattle chutes and alleyways to try to get to the main alley, where an ambulance was already going through.

When she got to the alleyway they already had Tyler on a backboard with a neck brace and he had blood dripping down his forehead and his left ear. He wasn’t conscious. Georgia tried to make it through all the bull riders and ropers that had crowded around him but she couldn’t get to him before they shut the doors. She ran down the chute and yelled to her friend to please take care of her horse. She was going to take her truck and follow the ambulance, when one of the rodeo clowns stopped her and asked to jump in the truck.

“Hey, I’m Boone. I’m Tyler’s best friend.” He said and hopped in the passenger side. Without questioning, Georgia drove off, behind the ambulance.

“So you’re the one he’s always textin’. Thought he had a girl at home, but then I wondered why would a girl be named ‘Boone”. That’s a very guy name.” Georgia figured, keeping her eyes on the road. They both laughed, lightening the mood if only for a few moments.

“Yeah we met at one’a his first rodeos and just hit it off. He told me he’d finally met a lady and he couldn’t wait to introduce me. Too bad we’re meetin’ on such shit circumstances.”

“Me too, Boone. Nice to meetya, nonetheless.”

#tyler owens x oc #tyler owens fic #tyler owens #twisters 2024 #twisters fanfic #glen powell

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train-wrecc · 2 years ago

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Champagne Problems 2

marcus baker x female!miller!reader

warnings: mentions of vomit, nausea, mentions of food, panic attacks, i think that’s all…

fluff with a sprinkle of angst?

word count: 4.5k

italics = sign language

A/N: this will probably be a series bc i wanna add more to this :) i would've posted this earlier but i was struggling to edit the lil collage below 😭 also, i feel like the first one was better but i tried :/ & i will try to dedicate more time to writing bc recently i’ve been gaming a lot more + struggling to write an essay but anyways… try to enjoy?

unedited!

part 1 part 3

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

You thought the Baker's reaction to your pregnancy would be worse. However, when both you and Marcus signed the words while simultaneously voicing that you were pregnant, they both wore a look of shock on their face, Max sitting on the couch with a wide grin. She practically threw herself at you and Marcus, pulling you both into a tight embrace.

“Oh my god, I-I don’t know what to say…” Ellen murmured, causing you to slightly frown, and Marcus to squeeze your hand in reassurance. Clint signed, “Well, at least I’ll be a young Grandpa,” He chuckled. Which caused a slight smile to grow on your face. “I wouldn’t say that this is the most ideal time for a baby, seeing as you both are so young, but just know you have our support, in whatever you choose to do. Being a grandma doesn’t sound too bad, the baby can call me Glamma!” Ellen began to ramble.

After you had told them your decision, they let you know that they’d be there for both of you, every step of the way. You felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders, pulling Marcus into a hug. You knew that you still had a long way to go, and you’d have to figure out how to raise a baby, where to raise your baby, and a lot more, albeit you had Marcus and he had you.

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You woke up due to nausea causing you to run to your bathroom, and fill the toilet with vomit. You felt a hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, another on your back, rubbing soothingly. You knew immediately that it was your mother. Her presence seemingly relaxed you. “It’s okay, baby, let it out,” She murmured gently, her voice slightly rough due to the fact that she had just woken up.

Once you were done spilling your guts, you pulled away from the toilet, the horrid smell of vomit hitting your nose, causing you to once again reach for the toilet. After you were finished, you slammed the toilet lid shut, leaning your head against it, a sigh escaping your lips.

You sat there for a moment, before getting up, your mother helping you up, you quickly rinsed your mouth with mouthwash, following it up by brushing your teeth, as you tried to rid yourself of the taste of bile.

“Come on, why don’t you go get some more rest, darlin’,” Your mom ushered you to your room, tucking you into bed before placing a kiss on your head. You smiled at her before turning to face the window. You reached for your phone, debating on texting Marcus. However, when you saw that it was 4:30 am, you decided against it, not wanting to wake him up. You gazed out your window as you tried to go back to sleep. However, you couldn’t, you tossed and turned, the moonlight shining in your room, seeing as it was still dark out. Suddenly your window was thrown open, and a figure fell onto the wooden flooring of your room. You immediately sat up, slightly frightened before you heard the slight murmur of a “Shit,”.

You turned your bedside lamp on, “Marcus?” You questioned the boy, “What are you doing here?” You gazed at him curiously. “Georgia told me you were up because of morning sickness, so I thought I’d come over, not only because she practically threatened me but because I wanted to see how you and the baby are doing.” He tiredly smiled, eyes slightly drooping.

A gargantuan smile broke out on your face, a giggle escaping your lips, before you patted your bed, so he’d come to lay with you. “You didn’t have to come over, but thank you. And excluding the morning sickness, we’re doing just fine.” You responded, your hand finding its way to your flat stomach, which would soon be not-so-flat with a baby bump. Marcus placed his own hand atop yours, “I know, but I wanted to,” He grinned, before gently placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, cuddling you. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” He murmured. “I know,” You said, laying your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent, you let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” He questioned. “Nothing, it’s just… I’m just kinda nervous about the appointment tomorrow- well, technically today.”

One of his hands left your waist, placing it atop your head. “Everything’s gonna go great, we’ve nothing to worry about, alright?”

“I know, I think it’s just cause, y’know it’s our first appointment…”

“Yeah, well let’s get some more sleep, everything’s gonna be okay, promise.” He smiled, before placing another kiss on your lips, causing you to smile against his lips. You pulled away, turning to shut off your bedside lamp. Out of the corner of his eye, your night light caught Marcus’s attention. He refrained from shutting it off, even though it slightly bothered him because he knew the gradual change of colors helped lull you to sleep, and you and the baby were the most important things in his life.

Marcus had drifted slightly away from you throughout the night- morning, which woke you up not even an hour later. You let out a whine, turning to find him practically at the edge of the bed, you scooted closer to him wrapping an arm and leg around his waist, the contact instantly relaxing you allowing you to drift off to sleep once again.

Marcus had gotten up a while before you, at around 9:30. Your doctor's appointment was at 12:30, so he figured he’d let you rest for another hour, while he went downstairs to make you a good, nutritional breakfast for you and the baby. He looked online and discovered that he should make you oatmeal, and decided he’d pair it with your favorite fruit and juice. Marcus placed your breakfast on a bed tray, making his way upstairs to your room, before running into Ginny and Austin. “Hey, I made some oatmeal, you guys can go ahead and get some, while I give this to your sister,” They both nodded in response, a small smile on their faces, Austin saying thanks.

Marcus opened the door to your room, placing the bed tray with your nutritious breakfast at the foot of the bed. He made his way toward you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you. “Princess, wake up I made you breakfast.” He gently voiced in an attempt to get you up. You grumbled slightly in your sleep, nuzzling your head closer to his hand. “Come on baby, it’s time to get up and eat, we gotta get you ready for your appointment,” He kissed your cheek, caressing the other one. You stirred, eyes slightly opening. Your eyes met Marcus’s brown ones staring at you with nothing but love and pure adoration, a small grin grew on your face.

“Hi, bub.”

“Morning, princess, you sleep well?” He laughed.

“Mhmm, amazing with you beside me.” You smiled at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You stayed like that for a moment, as he returned the kiss, before quickly pulling away, nausea once again rising in you. “Oh god,” You murmured, getting up and making your way to the bathroom as fast as you could. Marcus was quick on your toes, as you lifted the toilet lid and threw up. Marcus gently held your hair away from your face, caressing your back.

You pulled away, throat and back aching. “I’m so done with this morning sickness,” You groaned out. “I wish I could make it stop.” Marcus said, to which you responded with, “It’s okay, it’ll all be worth it,” You smiled at him. You went through the process of cleaning your teeth and mouth of the taste of vomit, before pulling Marcus into a tight hug. “I love you. Thank you for being here for me and the baby.”

“It’s the very least, the minimum I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub.” He replied, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and the baby can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“It’s the very least, the minimum, I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub. After all, you didn’t impregnate yourself.” He replied with a grin, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and bub can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, love, we appreciate you so much,” You said, your hand gently caressing your stomach which would soon have a bump, a sign of your healthily growing baby.

“Don’t thank me anymore, I’m just doing my part in making sure you and our baby are taken care of,” He insisted.

“Thank you,” You stubbornly insisted, a giggle escaping your lips. Marcus was about to lecture you once again before you shut him up with a kiss.

Marcus returned the kiss, as he pulled you closer to him, both of you melting into the adulation-filled kiss.

He pulled away, a whimper escaping your lips as you chased his own. “One more kiss, please?” You whined.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” He muttered, allowing you to press your lips against his own once again.

Once again, you eagerly kissed him, before he pulled away. “Alright, no more kisses until you eat your breakfast, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically.

Marcus guided you back to bed where your bowl of oatmeal sat on the breakfast tray, along with your favorite juice.

“Come on, baby, eat your oatmeal before it gets cold or else I’m gonna feed it to you myself.”

You sat down, stubbornly crossing your arms, “I was gonna eat it, but because you said that, now you get to feed it to me yourself.”

He sat in front of you a laugh escaping his lips, “Fine by me,” He responded.

Marcus grabbed the spoon scooping oatmeal into it before lifting it to your lips. As you were about to eat the oatmeal, Marcus moved his hand, oatmeal getting smeared on your nose.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to do that, love, I’m sorry.” Marcus let out a quiet laugh at the pout on your lips.

“I think I deserve another kiss as compensation,” You murmured, Marcus giving into your wants as per usual.

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Once you finished your oatmeal, you and Marcus got ready to go to your ultrasound. You insisted on doing your makeup because you wanted to look good to see your baby for the first time.

“Love, you already look amazing,”

“I know, but I wanna look even more amazing,” You said with a small grin.

“Alright, do you want me to braid your hair for you, while you do your makeup?”

“Pretty please,”

Marcus had been practicing braiding your hair, along with doing other styles as well, because he refused to be one of those dads that didn’t know how to style their daughter's hair.

Marcus nodded, standing behind you, “Alright, what do you want, French, Dutch?”

(A/N: I think you can dutch braid most hair types like curly, wavy, straight, and really tight curls, so I decided to keep this part in, if you have really short hair I guess this might not apply to you sorry! Imagine whatever braid/style you want!)

“You choose, baby,”

He decided on doing two Dutch braids, liking the way you looked with them. “And… done!” He said tying the end of the braid with a hair tie. “How do they look?”

“Wow, they look really good, bub, thank you,” You smiled at him, looking at the practically perfectly done braids.

“Your welcome, love, are you ready now?”

“Yup,”

“Alright, let’s start heading downstairs.”

You both made your way downstairs, running into Austin and Ginny in the living room, ever since you booked your ultrasound, they’d been begging to go with you and Marcus, and you just couldn’t say no to them.

“You guys ready?” You questioned them, and they both jumped up practically buzzing with excitement as soon as they heard your voice. “Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you two to hurry up!” Ginny exclaimed. “Alright… where’s Mom?” You asked. “Dunno,” Austin shrugged.

You let out a small sigh, before calling out for Georgia. “I’m comin’!”

“Mom, we gotta go before we're late!” You called back. You heard footsteps on the stairs, before your mom, Georgia, appeared on the landing looking extra as ever, as per usual. Suddenly Max barged in, “Oh my gosh, guys, this is it, is everyone ready?! I’m so excited, let’s go, go!”

Max and Ginny ended up riding with Georgia, and Austin insisted on riding with you and Marcus.

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Everyone sat cramped in the small appointment room, with you sitting on the examination table, Marcus holding your hand, as he stood next to you. Everyone was talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time, however, as soon as the ultrasound tech walked in everyone went silent.

“Wow, it looks like we have a party in here!” She laughed, in an attempt to break the silence.

“Yeah, everyone really wanted to come with us.” You replied, giving a small smile to the woman.

“Well, it’s no problem at all, now, why don’t we get started? I assume you’re the father?” She gestured to Marcus, this prompted Max to pipe in, “Oh him? That’s so funny!” She laughed, “No, no, I’m the father.” She nodded seriously causing you to giggle quietly.

“Oh, uh…alright, we do get a lot of interesting couples in here.” The woman chuckled awkwardly.

“She-she’s kidding that’s- I’m the father.” Marcus nodded.

“Oh, okay…” She quietly answered.

“Alright, if you could just lay down for me, and lift your shirt a little just to expose your stomach, so I can apply the gel.” You nodded, doing as she said.

“Okay, it’s gonna feel a little cold,” She murmured before she applied the gel, “Now, this just helps the machine produce a clearer image as well as sound,” You slightly shivered as the cool gel met your skin.

(A/N: Idk what I’m saying tbh, just go with it…)

“Alrighty,” She grabbed the ultrasound probe, placing it on the skin where the gel had just been placed, “This can take a few moments to produce an image of the fetus,” She explained, moving the probe back and forth.

You simply nodded, as everyone intensely gazed at the ultrasound screen, just waiting for something to pop up. “So, it looks like you’re around 10 weeks pregnant, does that sound about right?”

You and Marcus nodded before she continued on, “So, because this is your first pregnancy, your bump can take a while to start showing, but you should start showing at around 12 weeks,”

“Now, I can’t seem to find- ah, there they are, oh my-”

“What, i-is something wrong?” You blurted out, beginning to sit up, worry immediately filling you as you gazed at the image displayed on the screen of the machine, Marcus’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Oh, no, no, nothing like that honey, it’s just- congratulations, you’re having twins!” She grinned.

“Twins?” Everyone exclaimed.

“Oh my god, we're having twins,” Marcus exclaimed, turning to you, he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You both pulled away, tears in your eyes.

“So, I’m seeing two placentas, this just means the twins are fraternal, not identical, right now the babies are about the size of a strawberry, now let me see if I can find their heartbeats,” She once again moved the ultrasound probe back and forth.

“Aww, there just two little twin strawberries hanging out in your uterus,” Max exclaimed in the background, causing Georgia to laugh and Austin to question what a uterus was. Ginny attempted to explain it to the young boy without explaining too much, resulting in Austin understanding that a uterus was your tummy. “I have oatmeal in my uterus,” He told Ginny. Which prompted everyone to burst out laughing. “I’ll just explain it when you’re older,” Ginny murmured.

A small yet strong thumping began emitting from the machine. “There they are, so far so good, the heartbeats sound nice and strong, the placentas seem to be forming properly, and everyone appears to be nice and healthy.” She smiled as tears escaped your eyes as you listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat, “Sorry,” You gave a teary-eyed smile to the woman in apology, Marcus gently wiped your tears with his thumb, before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You were so happy your babies were healthy, but never in a million years did you think you’d be having twins. That was twice the crying, twice the cost, twice the feeding, and bathing. You tried not to show it but you were stressed. You and Marcus were going to raise not just one baby, but two small innocent humans, who were dependent on both of you.

“Don’t worry, almost every single parent cries when they first see their baby, in your case babies,” She grinned, grabbing an antiseptic wipe to remove the gel from your stomach. “Well, I’m gonna print the sonogram images for you, before I forget to mention it on your way out don’t forget to schedule you’re next appointment, we recommend you come in at least every 4 weeks.”

“Yes, we will do that, thank you,” You responded, pulling your shirt down, to its normal resting place now that the sonogram was over.

You sat up from your lying position, “I-I’m gonna go use the restroom,” You hurriedly murmured, before walking out of the room. You let out a breath, searching for the restroom, once you spotted it you quickly made your way to it. You slammed the door shut, locking it, taking a few more deep breaths in an attempt to not panic.

Albeit all you could think about was the twins in your uterus. Which caused you to slightly panic and spiral. But you were carrying twins you can’t panic, that’s not good for the baby. Before you knew it you were sitting on the restroom floor, having a panic attack. “I c-an’t do… t-this,” You quietly stuttered out through your tears, as they continued to cascade down your face. You tried to calm yourself down again but failed.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the other side of the door, “Bub, are you okay in there?” You heard Marcus question. “Mhm,” You managed to get out, a whimper escaping, as you tried to hide your sobs. “Baby, let me in, I can tell you’re not okay, please,” He quietly said through the door, his head leaning against it.

“Okay,” You sniffled as you stood up, unlocking the door, and allowing Marcus to walk in.

He immediately pulled you into a hug at the sight of you in distress. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked as you clung to him, tears rolling down your cheeks still. You attempted to get the words out, however, you’re breathing was too quick and uneven for you to get anything out. “Baby, you need to calm down okay? Listen to my heartbeat, and just follow my breathing, okay?” He told you in a questioning manner, pulling you in tighter, wanting to somehow squeeze out whatever was causing your tears.

You nodded, your head pressed against his chest as you listened to his calm heartbeat. Somehow listening to his relaxed heartbeat and being in his arms soothed you, following as he took a deep breath in and exhaled. Both of you stood there for a moment, a comforting silence enveloping you.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

Marcus shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for baby, just please tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s just- we’re having twins, Marcus, I mean, I was scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant with a baby, but now we’re gonna have two. I mean we’re barely gonna graduate, and I mean- how can we afford two babies!? I know you have your job, but- this is two babies, not just one anymore! And where are we gonna live? With my mom? Your parents? A-and what about college? I-I don’t know how you’re not freaking out, w-why aren’t you freaking out?”

Marcus simply smiled at you, “Because I love you, Y/n Miller, and I know no matter what, as long as I have you, and our families, we’re gonna be alright. We’ll figure everything out, I promise you,” He said his hands now gently holding your face in his hands, so you could look at him. “Just please don’t stress about this, it’s not good for you, or our precious cargo,” He grinned.

“You’re crazy.” You stared at him and all his calmness, causing him to laugh.

“Crazy in love with you? Yes, very much.”

“I probably look a mess now,” You said with a slight hint of sadness, as you fell into his arms once again.

“Well, if you look like a mess, then you’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s a compliment, come on,” He said, pulling you toward the mirror.

“See, still stunning, as always.” He told you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Wow, my makeup looks pretty good still…” You said, grabbing a paper towel and patting the tear tracks away.

“That’s all you baby,”

“No, I think it’s that new setting spray I got.” You smiled lightly.

Another knock echoed off the restroom walls interrupting you, followed by Ginny’s voice, “Y/n/n are you okay in there? You’ve been gone a while… Marcus was supposed to come get you but he probably got lost, he’s kinda an idiot-” she was interrupted by a squeaky voice speaking up, “Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say, Ginny.” Austin said.

“I mean, is she lying though?” Max questioned.

“Honey, you alright?” Your mom called out after, as you and Marcus tried to contain your laughs.

“Maybe she’s not in there,” Max murmured.

You opened the door, being met with your family huddled around the door, “I’m fine guys, just a little worried, and hormonal, but besides that, fine.” You gave them a reassuring smile.

“Well, come on then, we gotta set up you’re next appointment,” Georgia said, nodding toward the front desk.

You all began walking toward the desk as you overheard Marcus, “Thanks for sticking up for me bud,”

Austin nodded, “You’re welcome, Ginny’s just a big old grump.”

“You’re right about that, Max too,” He replied teasingly, causing both girls to roll their eyes as you laughed at the conversation taking place.

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You texted Padma images of the ultrasound seeing as she wasn’t able to make it. She congratulated you, her messages filled with love and excitement. Seeing as it was Saturday, the rest of the day was spent with your families, Clint and Ellen joining everyone at your house. They both sat in amazement as they stared at the sonogram images of your little strawberry twins.

“Wow, two healthy babies! We’re gonna have our hands full, again!” Clint signed.

“I know, I wonder if it’s because you and Maxine are twins Marcus,” Ellen murmured.

“Actually the ultrasound tech said something about it affecting ovulation, so Max would be twice as likely to have twins than me, or if one of our babies is a girl, she’d be more likely too. We just got lucky, I guess,” Marcus explained to his parents.

“Alright, remind me to never try for kids then, we don’t need two pairs of twins running around. That’s chaos is what that is.” Max laughed.

“I mean I’m sure you guys will be fine though,” She smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I can’t just wait to meet our little twins!” Georgia spoke, as you were all lounging around in the living room.

“Were they able to tell if they’re gonna be identical or fraternal? I don’t remember how many weeks I was when they were able to tell us, with Max and Marcus.” Ellen asked, Clint nodding in support of the question.

“They’re fraternal, thankfully, I don’t know how we would do it if they were identical. I mean we’d probably mix them up while they’re babies…” You answered while signing.

“There are actually a few tricks to tell them apart when they’re babies, like name bracelets or, painting their toenail a certain color, stuff like that,” Ellen responded.

“Yeah, and you guys might need to use some of those tricks, I mean, Max and Marcus looked almost identical when they were babies,” Clint informed you.

“Well then,” You smiled nervously, leaning into Marcus's arms even more. He rested his chin on the top of your head, as you sighed into his neck, beginning to feel slightly tired.

“You feel alright?”

“Mhm, just a little tired…”

“Wanna go nap for a little bit?”

“No, it’s okay, we can hang out down here a little longer if you want.”

“Y/n/n don’t make me drag you upstairs, if you’re tired, go nap,” Ginny said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am, I guess I’ll see everyone later,” You said, before Marcus helped you up and to your room. He closed your curtains to block the evening sun, before pulling the sheets back, allowing you to get into bed. You lay down, letting out a sigh in comfort, patting beside you for Marcus to join you.

He gladly obliged, cuddling you once he laid down. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming and comforting scent. “You feel a little bit better about having twins?”

“Yeah, especially since your parents have experience in that department, I still can’t believe it.”

“I know, we’re having twins,” He murmured.

“Yup, I wonder what gender they’ll be…” You mumbled.

“Me too, but as long as they’re healthy, that’s all that matters.” He said as he caressed your back with his hands, rubbing it soothingly.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, you’re breathing slowing as you began to fall asleep.

“Love you, bub,” You sleepily muttered.

“I love you too,” Marcus responded before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “Sweet dreams, baby.” He whispered as you drifted off.

He pulled you closer to him as he began to drift off as well. Your favorite place was in his arms and his favorite place was you.

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A/N: there are alot of like nicknames in this, lmk which one y'all think marcus would call the reader bc i really am unsure, also how do we feel about "princess" i think it's cute but ik it gives some ppl the ick... anyways have a great rest of your day/night/morning! 💞

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