#Glen Powell

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GLEN POWELL Red Wing (2013)

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GLEN POWELL as TOM HUDNER DEVOTION (2022)

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Twisters (2024) dir. Lee Isaac Chung

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Car Troubles – Tyler Owens

When I got in my car, I leaned my head against the headrest and closed my eyes. I drove to the store and grabbed a few things I needed. I put the groceries in the back and started to drive home.

I didn't get very far.

When I pulled out of the parking lot, my car stalled. I was able to pull to the side of the street and into the emergency lane. I turned my car off and sat there for a second. I tried to turn it on, but it stalled again.

"Oh, come on," I sighed as I tried to turn my car on a third time.

I yanked the key out and sat back. I jumped out of my car and opened the hood. I stared at the engine, no idea where to start.

"Y/N?"

I looked around to see Tyler Owens jogging toward me. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Oh um. . . Hi, Tyler," I stuttered.

"We're you hit? Are you hurt?" He asked as he scanned me for injuries.

"I'm fine," I said, slightly surprised by his concern. "My car just stalled. I think. I'm not entirely sure."

"Want me to take a look at it?"

"You know things about cars?" I asked. I cleared my throat, hoping that I didn't come across as rude.

"I do," he smirked.

I crossed my arms over my chest as Tyler messed with a few things. I hadn't noticed that I'd been rubbing my arms until Tyler quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Thanks," I said, sounding softer than I wish I had.

"No problem," he smiled genuinely. He sent me a smile before going back to fixing my car.

"I can call someone," I stuttered, not sure how to feel right now.

It was weird. Watching my old neighbor fix my car. Tyler and I were never close but that doesn't mean I didn't notice him. Of course, I noticed him. He's gorgeous. And funny. And smart. How could I not notice him?

"We're good," Tyler said with his head fully under the hood of my car.

"You sure? I have Tripe-A. They can be here in like, 10 minutes."

"Nope! No need. I got this, Y/N."

"Okay," I mumbled. He sent me a playful glare and I responded with an innocent smile.

Growing up, I only ever interacted with Tyler when our parents went to the same barbeque or rodeo. He'd smile and ask how I was, but I was too shy to keep the conversation going.

Tyler was your typical cowboy. He even competed. I, however, was and still am an art nerd. I spent all of school in the art room. I constantly had dried paint on my hands, pottery under my nails, and at least three paintbrushes in my bag.

I never believed that Tyler saw me as anything other than his dorky, quiet, art neighbor.

"Okay," he sighed, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I may have over-estimated myself."

"You? Over-estimated? Never," I teased, making him laugh. "Why did you over-estimate yourself?"

"I don't know as much about cars as I thought I did," he confessed.

"So," I elongated, "can I call Tripe-A now?"

"Probably," he chuckled, "before I accidentally blow your car up."

* * * * *

We sat on my hood as we waited for Triple-A. At first, we talked about his tornado-chasing career. Okay, let's be honest. We mainly talked about his tornado-chasing career.

"I still remember the first time I saw one of your videos," I giggled.

"You found us on YouTube?"

"Actually, one of my classmates ran up to me when she found out I was from the same town as the famous, Tornado Wrangler."

I smirked when his face turned a slight shade of pink. "Yeah," he chuckled awkwardly.

"I watched the video and kept thinking you were as fearless as I remembered." My smile slowly fell, "I could never be that brave."

"I'm not brave," he tried to brush off.

"Yeah, you are," I gently corrected him. "You run into a tornado and never second guess yourself. You know exactly what to do every time. I never know what to do. On a daily basis, I struggle to make basic decisions, and yet you, in the face of danger, don't hesitate. You've always been like this. How do you do it, Tyler?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "I guess. . . I never had anything to be worried about."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never worried about how what I do affects someone important in my life," he said, looking up at me. "I never had someone to be safe for."

It felt like something shifted. And I wasn't sure if it was a bad thing.

Unable to handle the different scenarios flowing through my head, I cleared my throat and pulled my knees into my chest.

"You really don't have to wait with me."

"What kind of guy would I be if I left you on the side of the road, by yourself, waiting for some creepy old guy to show up in a tow truck?"

"Most guys in this town," I mumbled. I forced my brain to not think about. . .

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?" I stuttered. "What happened when?"

"What happened with the guy to make you not trust all the guys in this town?" He asked, looking at me with soft knowing eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I said, looking away from his eyes. It felt like my heart jumped into my throat when he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"It does matter," he said gently when I finally looked at him. "Who broke your heart, Y/N?"

"It wasn't quite that dramatic," I chuckled awkwardly. "I was dating this guy after high school. You had already left for school. We only dated for about three weeks before. . . I was in an accident."

"Wait, what?" He panicked. "Were you hurt?"

"Not really," I shrugged, slightly confused as to why Tyler freaked out so much. "It was a small hit and run, but my car was totaled. I called the guy over and over again but nothing. He never called back. Never texted me. Never even checked to see if I was okay. I broke up with him over an unanswered text."

"What a piece of shit," Tyler scoffed. "I'm glad you ended things."

"He wasn't worth it," I said. "Turns out, I'm the kind of girl that needs a guy who shows up when she needs help."

"There's nothing wrong with that," he said with a soft smile. Silence fell between us as we stared at each other.

"Y/N," he slowly started, "I have to tell you. . ."

Tyler was cut off by a loud alarm coming from the nearby grocery store. Suddenly, the alarm echoed off our phones.

"What is that?" I asked as I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I looked over to see Tyler's eyes wide. He didn't need to check his phone.

"Tornado warning."

Part 2

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I miss twisters era💔

Calm After The Storm

Summary: Tyler Owens x Fe!Reader -> Tyler checks in on you after a tough tornado.

Disclaimer: Mostly fluff, little angst, Tyler dries Reader's hair, love confessions, kisses. Not Proof Read.

Even after two separate showers, silence, blasted music, and two hours spent alone trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, your ears were still ringing. 

Nobody had seen it coming. 

An EF-5 had hit the town out of nowhere. All the data had shown it being an EF-2 at the most, then the wind just seemed to keep building and building until it had destroyed everything and everyone in its path. 

Thankfully, the motel you and the other wranglers had been staying at was just outside of the town, so where you’d spent the night was okay. But for others…their homes had been torn from the ground completely. 

You, Tyler and the others had stuck around for as long as you could until Tyler called it a day. There was a huge Costco two towns over. You’d all go there in the morning and resupply before coming back. Until then, you all needed time to recover. 

Tyler had kept his eye on you. From the minute the tornado had started to grow, he saw the fear in your eyes. You managed to keep it together for everyone else. You always seemed to have that superpower. Put on a front for everyone else because if you panicked, then it would only make them worse. But not with him. 

From day one he’d seen right through it. 

In all honesty, he’d been there himself. Before he started bull riding professionally, he built up that same strength. “You don’t face your fears, you ride ‘em.” That’s what he told people when they asked if he was scared. 

He’d be stupid if he wasn’t scared. But that didn’t mean he had to hide from the things that scared him. 

And you definitely didn’t hide. 

Not at first, at least. He could already hear the excuse you’d give the others. You were tired, you had to update the rest of the data, you wanted to get a headstart, you’d fallen asleep and forgot to set an alarm. Whatever you told the team, they’d believe you. It was all plausible. And you would eventually get around to processing all the data by the next day. 

But Tyler saw the truth. You had a tendency to keep a distance from the rest of the team after a hard chase. And part of him didn’t blame you. He’d done the same once or twice over the years, just needing a little space for a while. 

But this wasn’t the time to be left alone. You needed someone. Whether you wanted to talk about it or not, you needed someone. At least to share a breathing space. 

So, after three hours of giving you space, hearing your shower switch on and off next door at least three times, he grabbed a spare shirt and knocked on your door. You didn’t come to the door. He heard your voice, but it was barely audible through the door. 

He waited a minute before trying the handle. The door clicked open right away and he popped his head inside. You were sitting by the wooden vanity on the opposite side of the room. You were dressed in some fresh clothes, but between the lack of heating in your room and your freshly washed hair, Tyler could see the goosebumps across your skin. 

“Hey, mind if I come in?”

You shook your head lightly before looking at your hands. “No, come on in.”

He nodded and entered before closing the door behind him. “You don’t have to say anything. We don’t have to speak.” He gripped the shirt in his hands a little tighter as he made his way over to you, his eyes going from the floor and up to you in the mirror. “But I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Okay.” 

Again, your voice was quiet. Tyler could see the mask falling and shattering on the floor right in front of him. 

You didn’t continue speaking, so Tyler took the lead. “I brought you one of my jackets. They’re a little thicker so…”

He watched you for a minute. You didn’t move until he got to the very back of you. “Come here.”

Taking your hand and helping you stand, Tyler gave you a brief smile. He shook his jacket open before holding it out for you. You turned around and he helped glide it up your arms and over your shoulders. 

Carefully, he untucked your hair as you turned around before he buttoned it up. 

“Thanks,” you said, quietly. 

Tyler smiled. “Looks better on you than me, anyway.” 

He fixed the collar, your eyes finally meeting his green ones. Then his thumb brushed at the ends of your hair. 

“You got a hairdryer?”

You were a little confused. “Yeah, but I can let it air-dry.” you let out a small laugh. “Don’t think I’ve got the energy to hold one up right now.”

Tyler shook his head. “You’ll catch a cold. Here, sit down.”

“Tyler, you don’t-”

“It’s a hairdryer. I think I know how to work one.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

Tyler smiled and nodded his head. “I know. But I’m not having you get sick on me now, Sweetheart. Sit down.”

You did as he said and watched as he moved across to your bathroom and found the hairdryer in a cupboard under the sink. You watched as he unravelled the cord, rounded you and crouched by your side to plug it in. 

“Heat protectant?”

You went to reach for it, but Tyler beat you to it. “Just relax.”

You smiled. And so did he. 

Laying the dryer on the desk for a moment, he sprayed the protectant across your hair, as well as under before running a brush through your hair to get rid of the knots. Each time he hit one, he’d grab a small fistfull of hair before holding it loose against your scalp to avoid pulling on your hair too much. 

Then he started the hairdryer. 

Running your hair through his hands as he did so, you felt yourself leaning into his touch and slowly falling asleep in your seat. Maybe you’d start asking him to do it more often. 

Eventually the hair dryer stopped and Tyler picked the brush up again and where you’d still find knots when you’ve brushed it, Tyler found none. The brush ran smoothly through your hair. 

“There.”

Tyler placed the brush down before sitting on the bench beside you, his back to the mirror. “Thank you. You know, you might have missed your calling as a hairdresser.”

He chuckled. “Thanks.” Then he looked at you. “How are you feeling?”

You sighed a little, “I don’t know. I didn’t even see it coming.”

“None of us did.” 

“I can’t even bring myself to look at the data,” you admitted to him. “I can’t step outside because I feel like the minute I do, everyone is gonna realise it was my fault. That’s if they haven’t realised it already. I missed something.”

Tyler shook his head and took hold of your hand. “It’s not your fault. Y/n, none of us saw that coming. And you didn’t miss anything. We all saw those numbers and we all took the chance. This job is only part science. The rest is part religion. Faith. Chance. Whatever you want to call it. We can rely on the data but sometimes Mother Nature decides to throw us a curveball.”

Tyler placed his hand against your cheek and tilted your head to look at him. “Nobody saw that coming today. And none of this is your fault.”

“Tyler, I was so scared. I thought…”

He nodded, his heart breaking as he saw the tears in your eyes and the shake in your voice. Pulling you into his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you and just held you. One of his hands held the back of your head, smoothing your hair down. 

“We’re not going anywhere. You won’t lose us. You won’t lose me.”

Your fingertips dug into him a little harder at his last statement before your arms came up his body and you hugged him around his shoulders and neck. 

“I promise.” In his promise, he held you a little tighter, too. 

Less than six hours ago, a moment flashed across his mind as he went from looking at you across from the field to the building tornado. If neither of you ran fast enough, someone would have been lost in the tornado. 

“Sweetheart…” Tyler’s voice whispered softly as he moved his head back a little to look at you.

When you finally did look at him, he wiped the tears from your eyes and tried the already fallen ones from your cheek. “I promise.”

With his eyes on you, you saw the truth in his eyes. You both knew the dangers that came with your jobs, but he meant it. He meant his promise. So you nodded. 

You believed him whole-heartedly. 

And he nodded back, brushing the hair from your face before cupping your cheek once more and pressing a light kiss to your other. 

But as he pulled back, an idea flashed across his mind and it seemed to flash across yours, too. Because half a second later, his lips were pressing a light kiss to your own. Your hand gripped to his shirt a little tighter as you made a small noise with your mouth as he went to pull away. 

You weren’t ready to stop the kiss, because once you did, you didn’t know where you and Tyler would be. 

So, with you still in his hug, he held you tighter as he kissed you. By the time you’d both broken the kiss, you could still feel his kiss on your lips and his arms around you. 

You’d left an imprint on each other to last a lifetime. 

“We should get some sleep.” Tyler told you as his thumb traced your temple. 

“Stay with me?”

Tyler nodded before resting his forehead against yours. “Always.”

“Good.”

He leaned forward and peppered a soft kiss to your lips before standing, and bringing you with him. He helped you into bed first before switching off your bedside lamp, leaving his side on. Finally, rounding the bed, you heard the buckle of his belt before the fabric of his jeans fell down his legs, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers. Leaving his jeans folded over the back of a chair, he climbed into bed beside you before pulling you into his side and switching the final lamp off. 

As you took a deep breath in, your senses were filled with Tyler and Tyler alone. From his shirt that you were wearing, to the man himself who held you in his arms, you finally realised something. 

The ringing had stopped in your ears and it had as much from the moment Tyler’s voice had rang through your room. 

With his arms around you, you nuzzled into his side finally letting your eyes close and letting yourself relax under his touch as his lips pressed a kiss to your head. “Sweetheart?”

“Hm?”

Tyler hesitated for a moment before speaking, hoping you were still awake enough to hear him. “I love you.”

In the silence, you shuffled around a little until you were looking at him. You had a thousand questions, but they could go unanswered for now, because despite the questions, you already had your answer. 

“I love you, too.”

With his gaze on you, you felt your cheeks heat. You were glad the room was shrouded in darkness, but with his hand that came to hold your face, you were sure even if he couldn’t see it, he could definitely feel your blush. 

His thumb brushed across your cheek for a moment before he pulled you up by his bicep and held you against his body as he kissed you once again. It peppered out, until eventually you rested your head against his chest, hearing his quickened but steady heartbeat. 

That was how you fell asleep, and he kept his promise. Because when you woke up, you were still in his arms, his fingers flexing across your hip when you readjusted yourself at his side. 

[theglenaissance]

That's him y'all that's our man 😂

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In the Space Between: Chapter 18

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen and Gabby savor their long-awaited reunion, starting with a cozy coffee date where they reconnect over laughter and conversation. Back at Gabby’s apartment, Glen convinces her to focus on studying while he tackles some of her chores, finding joy in the normalcy of helping her. Their playful banter takes a turn when Gabby tries to stop him from folding laundry, leading to a lighthearted wrestling match that ends with them tangled together on the bed.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Smut (Light hair pulling. Protected Sex. P in V.) I promise one day I'll right more interesting smut but I'm still new to writing smut so keeping it simple for now.

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The sun was warm but not stifling as Glen and Gabby strolled down the quiet street toward her favorite coffee shop. The hum of the city filled the air—cars passing, a faint honk in the distance, and the occasional bark of a dog being walked by its owner. Gabby felt the corners of her mouth tug upward every time she glanced sideways at Glen. He was here, walking next to her, his hand brushing hers occasionally as they moved in sync. She had to resist the urge to pinch herself, still half-convinced this was all some vivid dream.

“You’re staring,” Glen said, his voice soft and teasing.

She glanced up at him and shrugged lightly. “I just… I can’t believe you’re here. This doesn’t feel real.”

Glen chuckled, and before she could pull her hand away, he caught it in his, lacing their fingers together. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s real, Gabby. I’m here. And I’ve missed you like crazy. I had a small break in filming today and tomorrow and I knew that there wasn’t any other way I wanted to spend it.”

Her chest tightened, and she squeezed his hand back, not trusting herself to speak without her voice breaking.

When they reached the coffee shop, the warm scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped them like a hug. Gabby led the way to a cozy table in the corner, tucked away from the bustling counter. Glen pulled out her chair before taking the one across from her, leaning his forearms on the table as if closing the small space between them even more.

“This place is cute,” he said, glancing around at the mismatched wooden furniture and chalkboard menu above the counter.

“It’s my go-to,” Gabby said, scanning the menu. “The tea here is great, and they make this avocado toast  that’s ridiculously good. I’ve heard the coffee is good too, but you know how I feel about coffee.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Glen said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair. “Though I think I’d eat just about anything if it meant I could sit here with you.”

Gabby rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t suppress the blush creeping up her neck. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his grin widening.

When their food arrived—Gabby’s avocado toast and Glen’s bacon-and-egg sandwich—they dug in, the conversation flowing easily between bites. They talked about everything and nothing: Gabby’s classes, Glen’s time on set, and the small moments they had missed sharing during their weeks apart.

At one point, Glen reached across the table, brushing his thumb over her knuckles as he held her hand. “You know,” he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear, “I could sit here forever. Just talking to you.”

Her heart swelled, and she blinked back the tears threatening to form before taking another bite of her toast.

The walk back to Gabby’s apartment was slower, more leisurely. The comfortable silence between them was occasionally broken by Glen pointing out little things he noticed—the dog trotting by with its tongue lolling out, a family laughing on the steps of a brownstone, or the way the autumn leaves scattered across the sidewalk seemed to crunch louder underfoot. Gabby didn’t mind the quiet; it felt natural, like they were slipping back into a rhythm she hadn’t realized she missed so much.

When they reached her apartment, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside so Glen could enter first. He barely made it two steps inside before a flash of orange fur darted toward him.

“Willow!” Gabby called, half in surprise, half in amusement.

The orange tabby cat skidded to a halt at Glen’s feet, her fluffy tail held high as she circled him. She gave a loud, insistent meow, then rubbed herself against his legs, purring like a tiny engine.

“Well, hey there,” Glen said, crouching down to her level. He reached out cautiously, but Willow wasn’t shy. She nuzzled into his hand, practically shoving her head into his palm as though she couldn’t get enough attention.

Gabby stood frozen in the doorway, watching the interaction with a mix of disbelief and humor. “She… she never does that.”

Glen glanced up at her, his hand still gently scratching behind the cat’s ears. “I mean I’m kind of her favorite. Didn’t you say she’s basically claimed my shirt as hers?”

The cat responded with another loud purr, pressing her face into his knee.

Gabby shook her head, a grin spreading across her face as she closed the door and leaned against it. “She’s really laying it on thick. I think she likes you more than me right now.”

Glen chuckled, standing back up as Willow weaved between his ankles. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Gabby rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t deny how much the sight warmed her heart. Willow was usually content to observe people from a distance, barely tolerating affection on her own terms.

Glen scooped up the cat effortlessly. Willow settled into his arms like she’d been there a thousand times, her head resting lazily against his chest.

Gabby’s heart ached in the best way as she watched them. How was it possible that he could make her fall for him even more just by holding her cat?

When Glen caught her staring, he gave her a knowing smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, though the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. “I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

He walked over, still holding Willow, and gave her a teasing grin. “What, you didn’t think I was a cat person?”

“No, it’s not that. I just didn’t think Willow was an anyone cat,” she shot back.

“Well, I guess we’re full of surprises today,” he said softly, brushing his lips against her forehead.

Willow gave a soft chirp, seemingly annoyed at being ignored, and Glen chuckled. “Alright, alright, I’ll put you down. You’re a little attention hog, aren’t you?”

As he set the cat down, she trotted off to her favorite spot on the windowsill, leaving Glen and Gabby alone again.

“Speaking of pets, where’s Brisket?” Gabby asked noticing that Glen hadn’t mentioned him and the dog clearly wasn’t with him.

“Les is watching him for me. Wasn’t sure what our plans would be…or how much attention he’d get. So she offered to take him until I fly out tomorrow.” Glen explained before changing the subject. “So what were your plans for the day?” he asked, glancing at the stack of textbooks and notebooks on the coffee table.

Gabby sighed. “Nothing exciting. I was going to study for a bit, maybe do some laundry, vacuum, and tidy up. The usual. But now…”

“But now?”

“Now?” she repeated, leaning back against the door and giving him a shy smile. “Now, I just want to spend time with you.”

His expression softened, and he closed the space between them, placing his hands gently on her hips. “I want to spend time with you too,” he said, his voice a low murmur, “but I don’t want you to fall behind because I showed up.”

“Glen-” she started, shaking her head.

“Listen,” he interrupted, his hands tightening ever so slightly. “How about this. You study for half an hour, and I’ll take care of some of the chores. Then we’ll have the rest of the day to do whatever you want.”

Her eyes widened, and she laughed softly. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely.” His grin was teasing but sincere. 

“You want to spend your day off doing my chores?”

“It’s only for half an hour,” he reasoned. “Besides I like doing stuff like that. It makes me feel… normal, you know?”

Gabby tilted her head, studying him. “You’re really okay with it?”

“Gabby,” he said, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers, “if it makes your life a little easier and gives us more time together, I’m more than okay with it.”

Her chest ached with the kind of gratitude that made her eyes sting. She nodded. “Okay. But only if you let me help after I’m done studying.”

“We’ll see,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before stepping back. “Now, go. Books. Study. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Gabby smiled as she grabbed her textbooks and settled onto the couch, the sound of Glen rummaging in the kitchen grounding her in the moment. For the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.

Thirty minutes later the timer on Gabby’s phone buzzed softly, marking the end of her self-imposed study session. She closed her notebook with a sigh of relief, glad to escape the dry material she’d been slogging through.

“Half an hour exactly,” she muttered to herself with a grin, stretching her arms overhead as she stood. She tucked her books neatly back onto the shelf and wandered down the hallway toward her bedroom, curious to see what Glen had gotten himself into.

The sight that greeted her made her stop in her tracks and lean against the doorway with an incredulous smile. Glen was standing by her bed, a neatly folded stack of her laundry already on the corner, and another shirt in his hands that he was methodically folding.

“Glen,” she called out, crossing her arms as she stepped inside. “What are you doing?”

He glanced up at her, completely unbothered. “Folding laundry.”

She rolled her eyes, though the amusement in her voice was unmistakable. “You don’t have to do that. All I needed you to do was load the dishwasher. I can do all this once you leave.”

“I know,” he replied casually, shaking out another shirt and folding it with practiced ease. “But I want to.”

“Seriously,” she insisted, walking closer and trying to take the shirt from his hands. “You’ve done enough already. Let me finish it later.”

“Nope,” Glen said, stepping to the side and holding the shirt just out of her reach.

“Glen!” she exclaimed, laughing as she tried to grab it again.

He grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “What? I’m just being helpful.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to swipe at the shirt, but he easily lifted it higher.

“Am I?” he teased, his voice light as he dodged her attempts to snatch it.

“Yes!” she said, giggling as she lunged for him. This time, she grabbed his arm in an effort to pull him down, but he was too strong, his stance too steady. Instead, he turned the tables, gently catching her wrist and spinning her around so that her back was to him.

“Careful,” he murmured in her ear, his voice dropping to a playful growl.

Gabby felt her heart skip at the proximity, her laughter trailing off into a breathless chuckle. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, releasing her wrist only to scoop her up with ease.

“Glen!” she yelped as he carried her the few steps to the bed, depositing her onto the mattress like she weighed nothing at all. Before she could sit up, he leaned over her, pinning her wrists gently to the bed.

“Say it,” he said, his grin wide and victorious.

“Say what?” she shot back, her voice a mix of mock indignation and delight.

“That I win,” he said, his tone teasing but his eyes locked on hers, warm and full of affection.

Gabby raised a brow, refusing to back down despite the fluttering in her chest. “Never.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re so stubborn.”

“And you’re—” Whatever retort she’d been about to make was lost as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was firm yet achingly tender.

Gabby’s resolve melted instantly, her body relaxing beneath him as she kissed him back. His hands released her wrists, one sliding down to cup her cheek while the other braced against the mattress to support his weight.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her lips. “You were saying?” he murmured, his grin returning.

She let out a soft laugh, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Fine. You win.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. He brushed his lips against hers once more, lingering as if neither of them wanted the moment to end.

Gabby sighed contentedly, her earlier protests forgotten as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down beside her. The laundry could wait. For now, she just wanted to stay wrapped up in him.

Glen’s lips coaxed hers apart, his tongue sliding inside to explore with a slow, deliberate heat that made her heart race.

Gabby let out a soft, involuntary sigh, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as if she needed to anchor herself.

Just as she thought she couldn’t handle another second of the delicious pressure of his mouth on hers, Glen pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her damp lips. Before she could protest, he began to brush his lips along her jawline, each soft kiss igniting tiny sparks that raced down her spine.

“Glen…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with anticipation.

He didn’t answer, at least not right away. Instead, his mouth found the sensitive curve of her neck, his lips warm and soft against her skin. Gabby gasped quietly as his teeth scraped lightly, his tongue soothing the spot before he began to suck gently. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark—Glen knew better—but it was enough to send a shiver cascading through her body.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured against her neck, his voice low and husky, filled with a raw honesty that made her chest ache. His hand slid along her side, his touch warm and grounding, yet it only heightened the heat pooling in her stomach. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”

His words sent a surge of confidence coursing through Gabby. She tilted her head back to look at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with need. For a moment, she just stared at him, taking in the way his eyes burned with the same longing that was consuming her.

“Then take me,” she said, her voice soft but steady, laced with a newfound boldness that left Glen momentarily stunned.

His gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as a slow, almost predatory smile spread across his lips. “Careful what you ask for,” he warned, though the teasing lilt in his tone only made her more sure of herself.

“I mean it,” she replied, her fingers threading through his hair and pulling him closer. “I’m yours, Glen. Just… take me.”

Glen’s hands slid under Gabby’s shirt, his palms warm and calloused against her bare skin. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every second of the moment. His fingers brushed over her ribs, making her shiver before he gently pushed the fabric up. Gabby raised her arms without hesitation, letting him pull the shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind him.

His gaze dropped to her, and the way his eyes darkened made her stomach flip. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something more primal.

Gabby felt her cheeks flush under his intense stare, but before she could get too self-conscious, Glen reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.

Her breath hitched as her eyes roamed over him, taking in the changes she hadn’t expected. The last time they’d been together, his chest had been smooth, but now, a fine dusting of hair covered his chest and trailed down to his abs, accentuating the defined lines of his body.

Her fingers reached out instinctively, tracing the new texture with curiosity. She let her palm glide over his chest, down to his stomach, where the muscle flexed beneath her touch. The sensation was different, but not unwelcome—it was grounding, a reminder of how much she’d missed him and how time hadn’t dulled their connection.

Glen watched her, his lips quirking into a soft smile. “Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and edged with amusement.

Gabby glanced up at him, her hand still resting on his chest. She nodded, her lips curving into a shy smile before her confidence surged again. “I do,” she said honestly, tugging him gently back down to her. “Makes you more rugged.”

Their lipsthen met in a kiss that was hungrier this time, fueled by the heat building between them. His hands moved to cradle her face, holding her close as he poured everything he couldn’t say into the kiss.

Gabby’s hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders, her fingers curling around the nape of his neck as she pulled him even closer. The world around them disappeared again, and all that mattered was this—being together, feeling each other, and making up for every second they’d spent apart.

Glen’s lips moved across Gabby’s skin, lingering at her collarbone before he kissed his way back up to her mouth. Each touch of his lips sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire that had been building since the moment he walked back into her life.

“Gabby,” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as their foreheads touched. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this—about you.”

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with want.

He kissed her again, slow and deliberate, before his hands slid to the waistband of her leggings. Gabby arched into him as he gently tugged them down, his touch careful and reverent. When they joined her shirt on the floor, he leaned back slightly, letting his eyes take her in.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough but genuine, making her cheeks flush under his gaze.

Glen reached for the button on his jeans, but as much as he was swept up in the moment, a flicker of restraint passed over his face. He froze, his hands stilling as he took a deep breath.

“Wait,” he said, his voice steady but soft. He leaned back slightly, brushing a hand over her cheek as if to reassure her. “I just… I need to grab something first.”

Gabby blinked, momentarily confused, before realization dawned on her. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice carrying no trace of frustration or impatience.

Glen pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before climbing off the bed, his movements hurried but careful. He retrieved his wallet from his jeans, fumbling with it for a second before pulling out a small foil packet.

When he turned back to her, Gabby couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him—his hair mussed, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual, his expression a mix of anticipation.

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin as he climbed back onto the bed. “Didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

“You didn’t,” Gabby reassured him, reaching up to pull him down into another kiss. “I’m glad you’re responsible. It’s… kind of hot, actually.”

Glen chuckled and then his hands slid down Gabby’s sides, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake as he positioned himself between her legs. He shifted his hips slightly and then slowly started to press himself into her.

The moment they connected, both of them let out simultaneous sounds—his a deep groan that rumbled in his chest, hers a soft moan that hitched midway, the sensation a mix of longing and adjustment.

Gabby's fingers clutched his shoulders, her breath catching at the sudden fullness after so much time apart. It wasn’t pain, but the unfamiliarity of it made her tense momentarily.

Glen froze the instant he noticed, his hand immediately finding her cheek. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. His forehead rested against hers as his thumb stroked her skin. “Are you okay?”

She nodded quickly, but her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling against his. “I’m fine,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I just… It’s been a while.”

His lips pressed a tender kiss to her temple as he stilled, giving her a moment to adjust. “I know, baby. I’ll take my time,” he assured her, his voice filled with nothing but patience and care. “Just tell me what you need.”

Gabby exhaled slowly, her hands relaxing their grip on his shoulders. She looked up at him, her gaze soft but determined. “I need you, Glen.”

His heart swelled at her words, and he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I’ll go slow, okay? Just tell me if you need me to stop.”

She nodded, her body gradually relaxing beneath him as his kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw, then down her neck. His hips shifted slightly, rocking gently to let her adjust at her own pace.

Gabby gasped softly, her body responding as the discomfort gave way to the ache of longing she’d been carrying for weeks. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him close as her legs wrapped loosely around his waist.

“Better?” he asked, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Much better,” she breathed, her voice carrying a newfound confidence.

Glen groaned softly as he felt her starting to clench around him. His movements started growing more confident and intentional. Gabby arched against him, her body responding instinctively to the rhythm he set, every fiber of her being focused on the way he made her feel.

His lips started trailing kisses down her jawline and back to her neck again. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently as her breaths turned into soft cries, uninhibited and full of longing.

The sounds coming from Gabby spurred Glen on, his pace quickening slightly as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He whispered her name like a prayer, his voice filled with both love and desire, as they reveled in the closeness they’d both been craving for weeks.

Gabby’s hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in lightly as her body moved with his, the tension building until it threatened to spill over. Glen lifted his head, locking eyes with her, and the intensity of his gaze sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

“Let go, Gabby,” he murmured, his voice thick with encouragement. “I’ve got you.”

Their movements grew faster, more desperate, as if neither wanted to waste a second of the precious time they had together. Gabby clung to Glen, her fingers tangled in his hair as her breath hitched, her body arching toward him as the heat coiled tightly inside her, ready to snap.

“Glen,” she gasped, his name breaking from her lips like a plea.

“I’m right here,” he murmured, his voice strained yet full of love, his forehead pressed to hers as they moved together. “Let go for me, baby.”

His words, paired with the way his body seemed to perfectly match hers, sent her over the edge. A cry escaped her, her body trembling beneath him as the waves of release coursed through her, pulling her under in the best way possible.

Glen followed moments later, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his body tensing and then shuddering as he found his own release. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him as they both rode out the moment together, connected in every possible way.

As the tension ebbed, Gabby melted into Glen, her body relaxing completely beneath him. She buried her face in his shoulder, her breaths coming out in soft, uneven pants as she clung to him, savoring the warmth of his body pressed against hers.

Glen shifted slightly, careful not to crush her, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, one arm still wrapped tightly around her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

“God, I missed you,” he said, his voice rough and full of sincerity as he nuzzled his face into her hair.

Gabby smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin as her breathing began to steady. “I missed you, too,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion.

For a moment, neither of them moved, content to simply hold each other in the quiet aftermath. Glen’s thumb stroked soothing circles on her hip, and Gabby felt completely at ease, her worries melting away as she lay in his arms.

“You okay?” Glen asked after a while, his voice gentle as he tilted her chin up to look at her.

Gabby nodded, her green eyes sparkling with both happiness and contentment. “Better than okay,” she replied, her lips curving into a small smile.

Glen chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Good,” he said, his arm tightening around her.

They lay there for a while, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, the quiet stillness of the room making the moment feel even more intimate. Gabby traced her fingers lightly along Glen’s chest, marveling at how real and solid he felt beneath her touch. It was as if her body was trying to memorize every detail of him again after so much time apart.

Glen sighed contentedly, his hand combing gently through her hair. “This is nice,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost sleepy.

“Mmm,” Gabby agreed, her head resting over his heart. “I’ve missed this. Just being able to touch you. Hold you.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “You have no idea.”

The peaceful quiet lingered until Glen shifted slightly beneath her, sitting up just enough to swing one leg over the side of the bed. Gabby’s eyes opened immediately, her arms tightening around his torso as she pulled him back toward her.

“Where are you going?” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with contentment and just a hint of sleepiness.

Glen chuckled softly, looking down at her. “Relax, I’m just getting a drink,” he teased, reaching for her hands as if to pry them loose, but Gabby clung tighter, nuzzling her face against his side.

“Don’t leave me,” she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.

His teasing smirk faded, replaced by a look of tenderness that softened his entire expression. Glen turned back toward her, lying down again and pulling her into his arms without hesitation.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice low and reassuring as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “You’re stuck with me, remember?”

Gabby smiled faintly, her face still buried against him. “Good,” she said, her fingers curling into his side as if she wanted to hold on to him forever.

Glen tilted her chin up gently, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “I’m here, baby. I promise.”

The sincerity in his tone melted Gabby’s heart, and she leaned up to kiss him softly, grateful for every second they had together. As they settled back into the quiet, Glen held her even closer, whispering little reassurances in her ear until she fully relaxed against him again.

“Can I go get that drink now?” he teased after a moment, his lips brushing against her hair.

“Not if it means letting go of you,” Gabby replied, her voice playful but honest.

Glen laughed quietly, his chest rumbling beneath her. “Alright, I’ll survive.” 

He pressed another kiss to her forehead, settling back into the bed with her nestled against him. It was moments like this that made the distance and the waiting worth it. Being here with her was everything.

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Delicate (Jake's Version)

19 - My Sea Of Solace And Sympathy

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap) shower sex, sexual healing (hehehe) probably inaccurate medical crap but I try my best

A/N: I thought we might be due for some light SMUT. I couldn't pick a gif for this chapter so just Jake's beautiful side profile was it. As always comments, reblogs, and like are very appreciated! Hope you enjoy! Twisters chapter is on it's way also in the next day or two!

Also! I'm going to put the link for the playlist in the Masterlist so it won't be linked on each chapter anymore.

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie

Jake wanted to see his brother, but the doctor recommended he wait until he was out of his sling to do that. He was counting down the days. But the one thing he wasn’t counting was time with Sam. He never put a timer on it. He never looked at the clock. He never begged for more and would never bargain for less. He was happy with whatever time he got to spend with her and now that it was every single day, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He was going to miss her like hell when he finally went back to flying. It almost made him not want to do it anymore, but he needed to be back up in a jet. He needed to so that he could get promoted and become an Admiral. That was his ultimate goal, knowing in his heart and his mind that it would be the best way to provide for Sam and be there for her too. His priorities had changed.

Sam helped him out of bed in the morning and he immediately knew it was going to be a bad day, pain wise. He was sore and stiff and walking from the bedroom to the bathroom didn't loosen anything up. He groaned, having not taken any of his meds yet. He usually didn't until he went downstairs. 

“Dogs?” Jake rasped and Sam nodded as she placed her hands at his waist to steady him. She turned the water on for the shower, not too hot but not too cold. Today was a bandage change day, so she carefully pulled the wraps around his ribs off and checked his stitches. The doctor had to reset some of his ribs to heal correctly and he would need to have x-rays to check how they were healing in a couple weeks. Once the stitches were healed he wouldn't need the bandages anymore. 

Even more than that, Jake couldn’t fucking wait to be out of his sling. He wore it at all times except to bathe. It was uncomfortable and annoying. It inhibited him from doing a lot, but he had figured out ways of doing things he really needed to do. He couldn’t work out so he’d taken to walking and every so often he’d jog a few steps. He probably shouldn’t be doing that with broken ribs but he was going stir crazy. 

“Javy and Maisy took them for a walk. Javy's in love with your dog I think. And Rocco really likes them.” She said as she helped him pull his sling off and gently cleaned his stitches with a wipe. She pulled his boxers down and then guided him into the shower. 

Now that they were a couple of weeks into him being home, this had become his favorite part of the routine. Sam would help him into the shower and then strip herself and hop into with him. He would stand there, while she took off the shirt she’d worn to bed, which was usually one of his Naval Academy ones, or the Tornado Wrangler one his brother had gifted him last Christmas. Her tits would bounce as they were freed from under the shirt. Then, he would gawk at her as she slid her lacy panties down her hips, down the curve of her ass, over her voluptuous thighs, and let them pool at her cute, bare feet. She would always glance at him, and a blush would spread across her cheeks as he took in the sight of her gorgeous naked curves.  

Sam would then hop in the shower with him. She would efficiently wash him off, wash herself, and then tentatively, they would spend a few moments making out under the warm stream of water. No matter how painful his body was, this never failed to make him feel better. 

“How bad is it today?” Sam asked softly. Her arms had settled low around his waist, as she couldn't put them around the back of his neck without it hurting him. He held his arm flat against his stomach to prevent himself from moving it, but his other arm rested around the back of her neck. He absentmindedly threaded his fingers through her hair.

“Feelin’ pretty shitty today but this always helps. Can we try something?” He smirked and pressed closer to her. Her eyes caught his and she tilted her head slightly. She had a feeling she knew what he was going to ask by the lasciviousness that dripped from his expression.

“Jake...I don't know...your ribs...” Sam said, with a small grin beginning to form on her lips. Jake leaned in and kissed her ever so gently. He drew his hand from the back of her neck and trailed his fingers down her arm, linking them with hers. They continued kissing for a few moments as Jake guided her hand down to his cock. She gasped, and pulled back and gazed up into his eyes. There was a wildness there that had been building since he’d gotten home.

“I'll be fine. Trading a little pain for pleasure.” He nearly moaned the last word as he reached up to cup her cheek and pull her into for another kiss. He tangled his fingers back in her hair as she wrapped her hand around his length. She tested the waters and pumped a few times. Jake took in a sharp breath and whimpered. “Fuck, Sam. Need you. ” 

“We can't Jake. I can't hurt you. I'm supposed to be taking care of you...” She whispered and Jake covered her mouth with his again. 

“ You...are... ” He murmured against her lips, letting his hand drift down her neck, lowering to cup one of her perfect breasts. “ All I could think about...how perfect you are...”

“Jake...” Sam sighed, realizing how much she missed him touching her. They had been hesitant to touch each other very much, knowing it would get them both too riled up, but Jake was feeling entirely too pent up this morning. His hand let go of her breast and slid down her stomach, splaying wide over the soft muscle there..

“ How wet are you for me, Samantha?” His voice was deep and husky as his lips touched her neck. She pressed her nose against his cheek and nipped at his earlobe. His fingers traveled further down, swiping two through her folds before dipping just his middle finger inside of her. He moaned when he felt how easily he was able to slide it in. “ All that for me....” 

She felt his cock twitch in her hand and she decided to continue slowly. Fuck it, he wants this so bad, s he thought as she met his gaze again. Green had dissolved to a darker shade as their lips met and Jake worked a second finger inside her. He pressed his thumb over her clit in slow circles, adding to the pleasure building low in her belly. Sam squeezed carefully as her fingers slid up and down his shaft. She had him writhing in her hand and that was when he stopped and grabbed for her, causing her to cease her movements.

“ Shut the water off and bend over.” He demanded. She reached back and shut the water off and caught sight of his pupils, blown wide with lust. 

“Jake...” Her voice was sharper and his brows knitted as he pulled his fingers from her. She couldn’t help the wanton whine that escaped her at the loss.

“You won't hurt me. Please, Samantha . I need you. And I know you need me. We need this.” Jake said, begging for another kiss. She obliged and then she turned, knowing he was right. She hadn't really thought of it until now, but she did want him just as bad as he wanted her. The shower was small enough that she could easily place her hands on the wall to balance herself. 

“You do all the work, honey bun. I'll just enjoy the view.” Jake said as he pulled her wet hair to one side so that she could glance over her shoulder at him. His fingers traced the dip of her spine and then stopped at her hip. He drew her against him and Sam reached behind her, guiding Jake's length inside her effortlessly. They both let moans escape their mouths as she pushed all the way back against him, until he'd filled her completely. His hand traveled around from her waist and he placed two fingers between her legs, and began to work her clit again. 

Jake wanted so badly to grab her hip with his other hand but he knew he shouldn't. He knew he needed to let his collarbone heal and take what he could get, as Sam began to move her back and forth against him. Jake fought the deep urge he had to thrust into her. He fought every bit of carnal instinct coming to the surface and just let her use him. He wanted this. He'd begged her for it. His brain was beginning to get fuzzy and he knew as soon as they had begun that there was no way he'd last long. He couldn’t, not with the admiration he had for the gorgeous curve of her ass and the flawless tanned skin of her back. How could a being so perfect exist and be his at the same time , he wondered. 

“ Goddamnit Sam, you feel so fuckin' good. Where do you want it?” His voice was ocean deep and breathy as he picked up the pace with his fingers. She stuttered in her movements and slowed, canting her hips at a different angle so she could feel him deeper.

“Inside, Jake, it's okay.” She whimpered and he pulled his hand away to brace himself at her hip bone, his blunt nails digging into her skin as he came inside of her. She followed him shortly thereafter, pussy fluttering around him as she toppled over the edge of her orgasm. The amount of control he had exhibited had impressed Sam and he'd even impressed himself. Just his breathing was labored, and his whole body shivered, but he had managed to keep still. This could work for the time being to keep them both satisfied while he healed. Sam straightened up and leaned her head back against his chest carefully. He winced, which she felt, and she went to pull away, but his hand steadied her. 

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Please stay here. Need this.” He murmured against her hair. She closed her eyes. She felt Jake's shaky breathing behind her and she wondered how much pain he was really in. He wasn't going to tell her because he didn't want to scare her. This was already a lot. They hadn't been together that long and she was taking care of him in ways that one might think only a married couple or the oldest of friends would. She wanted to take the pain and stress away from him. She didn't want him to feel useless, and hearing him say that out loud hurt her heart more than he knew. 

Jake leaned back against the shower wall, the cool tile feeling good on his hot skin. His hand drew lazy circles at her stomach and he smiled. His lips met the shell of her ear and his breath made her shiver as he spoke. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Anything.” She said softly, turning her head slightly to catch his tired expression out of the corner of her eye. 

“You want kids, right? With me?” He asked and Sam smirked and let light laughter escape her lips. 

“Well I sure as hell don't want them with Rooster.” She joked and Jake's jaw tightened. Sam turned carefully and placed her hands on his abs. “Jake...I've never wanted kids to be honest, but you've changed my mind. I want them with you, because of you. I know you'll be a good husband and I can tell you'll be a great dad.”

Jake felt tears sting his eyes. He'd always been called a playboy. He never thought about settling down. He was the complete opposite of his brother. His brother always had a vision of settling with a pretty girl and having a bunch of kids and a farm. Jake always thought he'd be up in the air with his tail on fire and be an Admiral before he was thirty. He was snapped back to reality by Sam's hands caressing his cheeks, her thumbs wiping away tears. 

“What's wrong, handsome?” She asked, her tone soft.

“Not a damn thing, babygirl. I'm just in shock at how much my priorities have changed.” He whispered, touching his lips to hers. As they parted her brows furrowed and her mouth thinned.

“What do you mean?” She asked and Jake sighed heavily.

“I just thought I'd be in a very different place than this. Thought I'd be higher in rank. Never thought I'd have the most perfect girl in the world. So put together, so sure of herself...honestly, I thought hookups were just going to be my permanent. Thought it'd be my hand and girls from the bar for the rest of my life as I climbed the ranks. I didn't need a girl. Didn't want one. Then you came along and you wrecked every damn one of my plans...” Sam smacked him gently and they both chuckled. “I'm so fucking glad you did though.”

“What else did I ruin exactly?” She asked, laying her head on his chest then, sarcasm dripping along with the water on their bodies.

“My grand plan was to be an Admiral...but now thinking on it, what exactly for? Why did I wanna be one? For myself? To be able to say I got there before anyone in my class? No, I really don't know why but now...I still want that...but I want that because I wanna be like Kenny and your dad...I wanna be like Iceman...I wanna have a family that I'm responsible for. You changed that for me. You made me want that, Sam. You .” 

“Jake...why be an Admiral when you could be the Fleet Commander?” Sam wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, her voice taking a more serious timbre.

“Oh don't stroke my ego too much, honey bun. I might actually make it a reality.” Jake mused. 

“I wouldn't be opposed to it. When my parents had me, dad was still working up the ranks. He was away a few months at a time and then he'd be home. When he got promoted he was home more often than not. Of course then he got sick...” Sam explained and Jake ran his hand up and down her back comfortingly.

“I wouldn’t want to miss our kid...or kids...growing up.” Jake said solemnly and Sam smiled up at him.

“How many do you want, Jake?” She asked and his lips turned up in a smirk.

“I want two perfect little girls, because I know I’ll be a good girl dad. A boy is gonna be too much trouble coming from me.” Jake chuckled and Sam nodded and pursed her lips.

“And when those perfect little girls are grown up?” She asked.

“Well, obviously they’re not allowed to date Navy guys. I know how they are.” Jake joked and Sam burst out laughing, nearly collapsing against him. He caught her with his one arm and a chuckle built deep in his chest.

“That’s rich, Jake, really.” She said as she pulled away from him slightly. She reached back to turn the water on again. She wanted to rinse off the inside of her thighs. Jake startled slightly at the temperature of the water, beginning cooler than they were both expecting. She stepped under the stream as it warmed up.

“Y’know something? I didn’t think about it until now, but I really love the way you say my name. Sounds pleasant comin’ from your pretty lips.” He said, running his hand across her back and then as she turned back to face him, his fingers ghosted over her hip, rubbing his thumb over the bone.

“I like how your eyes light up when I say your name.” Sam said, reaching up to trail her hands over his chest. He shivered, the warmth of her hands shocking but also soothing over his cooled skin. 

“They do?” He grinned, as did she.

“Ya. You’ve never been Hangman to me. I don’t know that guy. He’s not for me to know either. Jake is mine to know...and only mine.” She murmured, accentuating the last few words with dancing fingers over his abdominal muscles. They tightened and her actions sent a spark straight to his cock, which she noted that it twitched.

“Never thought of it like that but I like it.” Jake’s lids lowered and he leaned closer to her.

“Mmm I can tell.” She said, wrapping her arms around his waist again. He sucked in a sharp breath and then he whispered into her neck.

“Can I have some drugs now? Everything is starting to hurt kinda bad.” Sam gasped and nodded. She turned the water off and stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel. She then helped Jake out of the shower. He thanked her quietly and she could see the pain returning to his expression. She’d given him reprieve for a little while. 

Sam took a moment and looked then, really looked at Jake. The stitches on both sides of his ribcage, the bruising all across his chest that had mostly faded to greens and yellows, almost gone, but still the ghost of them there for her to see. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, but there wasn’t exactly muscle either at the moment. He was thin and it scared her. Not to mention the swelling still present across his collarbone, and down the upper part of his arm. He had a long way to go to get back to himself, but Sam was going to be there for all of it, just like he had been there for her.

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Sam decided that Jake only needed pants at the moment and his sling, and he had agreed. She slung a t-shirt over her shoulder, just in case he wanted it later. She kept a hand on him while he trudged down the stairs, tentatively.

Maverick and Cyclone were supposed to stop by later on. They wanted to talk to Jake now that he’d had some time to settle in. Javy and Maisy had come back with the dogs and the male puppy, Ballast, was eager to see Jake. He reached down and picked the puppy up in one arm and the dog placed his paws over his shoulder, proceeding to nibble on Jake's ear and lick his cheek.

“How come you don't greet me like that?” He joked to Sam and she glared flatly at him. 

“Okay next time we're out in public, I'll bite your ear and lick your face.” She said and he smirked, pressing his nose into the puppy’s fur. The little black dog squirmed and then settled, placing his chin on Jake's shoulder.

“Hey, dude I want one. Your dog is so friggin’ smart. There's that little dog park down the road, the fenced in one, and there was no one around, so we let them all off the leashes. Ballast's recall is crazy good.” Javy said as he moved around Jake carefully. Javy rubbed the puppy’s head and then proceeded to check the fridge. “Maisy and I are gonna go to the store, anything in particular you guys want?” 

“Can you get the dogs’ food if I venmo you for it? I meant to get it yesterday but totally spaced.’ Sam said as she went into the cabinet, where their food was, to check the brand names. 

“Sure can. Maisy is gonna make dinner tonight. Tacos.” Javy said, licking his lips. 

“I’m in for that.” Jake said with a smile. He leaned against the countertop, his head nestled against Ballast’s sleek coat. He still had that puppy smell. Jake then remembered the old hound dog, Dixie, that  they’d had as kids. Of course, Ballast was nothing like that old dog, but Jake still felt nostalgic holding the puppy. He remembered him and Tyler coming home to that dog every afternoon, taking her out to the pond to swim with her, letting her chase cows and birds and her running alongside them on trail rides. Jake loved Dixie, but he might love this little pup in his arms more. He had a feeling he would, because this dog was his dog. Not his and Tyler’s but his own. Just like the old raggedy looking painted gelding he had throughout high school, that horse had been his. And now, as he pressed his nose to Ballast’s fur, he thought about other things that were his.

Like Sam.

“Jake? Javy asked if you wanted anything else?” He heard her voice cut through his thoughts then and he glanced at her and shook his head, but stayed silent. She stepped toward him and placed a hand on his back. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’ is all. Nothin’ bad. Just got caught up in my thoughts.” Jake murmured and Sam rubbed his back comfortingly, like he would do to her. Javy gave Sam a puzzled glance and Maisy said bye as she dragged him out the door. 

“Are you planning to put a shirt on to talk to Mav and Beau?” Sam asked with a lilt of humor in her voice  as she placed a cup of water and his medication on the counter. 

“Gotta put you down, bud.” Jake said, bending down and groaning as he did. Ballast jumped the last foot to the floor and wagged his tail, sitting at his human’s feet. Jake turned and took his meds and drank the whole cup of water and then settled his gaze on Sam. “It’s a power move if I don’t right?” He laughed and Sam shook her head with a smile. 

“You’re fresh, you know that?” She said and he pulled her in for a kiss with his free arm. 

“It’s the only way I’m getting through this, honey bun. Well, that and your excellent bedside manner.” He wiggled his brows and their lips connected once again.

[stelly38]

Why is he naked in the woods?

[sirxlla]

Past Misunderstandings

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Warnings: use of Y/N, Angst, a bit of fluff at the end.

Prompt: Tyler and you had a misunderstanding in highschool which led you to be distant from him

Notes: gender of reader, italics are actions and thoughts. i'm a new writer, so i'm trying to do what might be good layout? pls Imk what you think of the story or anything really in the comments, i'd really appreciate it

-With that said it's all under the cut-

So the night was young, your little brother had somehow dragged to the rodeo. 'For old times sake' he called it. He had just gotten back into town about half a year ago and this was the first rodeo he was sure he was ready compete in. He had left for a few years to go to college but it was just like stepping back into his favorite cowboy boots, it was second nature. To your displeasure you went just for the sake of his happiness over yours.

It had been years since you got on a horse for reasons you'd rather not think about. Moonshine was a gunsmoke grey with an almost ashy mane, You were a kid when you named him. You had thought your dad and his friends were talking about the shine of the moon, not the drink. An innocent meaning to a not so innocent name but overtime you grew to love it, somehow in someway it just fit him perfectly.

You shook the memory from your brain to help focus on helping make sure your brothers saddle is secure on his horse. Her name was Cantalope, he named her when he was just a boy just as you named yours. She's a blue eyed spotted beauty, Dad did everything to make the two of you happy. He had even offered to buy you another horse after what happened to yours but somehow getting another horse felt like spitting on Moonshine's memory.

You and your dad sat in the bleachers watching all the cowboys in the rodeo ring, the smell of barbecue and nachos wafting through the air. Of course with your brother being as reckless as he was he wanted to do bullriding, he had done it all his life much to your mother's distaste. But now? Now he did it in her memory.

It was about half an hour before the bullriding section of the night would commence. A tan Stetson, a white fitted shirt and blue levis passed your vision which was normal out here during the rodeo and you wouldn't've thought twice about it even in a million years, that was if until such a distinct smell interrupted the smell of meat and cheese. It was a definitive cologne smell of sandalwood, whiskey and black pepper, Tyler James Owens. You felt your body tense, you hadn't seen him since highschool. Tyler had walked you to the barn behind his dads house during a party, the two of you laid on a flannel blanket draped over the scratchy hay. One thing let to another and...

You had given him your virginity that night cause like any teenager, you think every guy that shows interest in you wants you, not your body. Tyler had claimed it wasnt like that even after your brother had found your name next to Tyler's in that stupid book the football players had. 'The harder she is to get, the more point you earn.' It had said as the title.

'Y/N L/N. 80 point for Tyler Owens.'

After that you wanted nothing to do with Tyler. You had given him your virginity and he had told everyone on the football team just for some stupid points in a degrading game?!

Tyler's eyes had found yours, his eyes filled with an apologetic haze as he realized who he was looking at. Of course it had been years, back then you were a scrawny slightly underdeveloped teenager and now a fully grown mostly attractive adult. He hesistantly came closer.

"Y/N-" He stuttered out your name.

"Tyler..." You responded back, your voice wasnt mean, it really wasnt anything other than acknowledgement.

"Tornado Wrangler!" You dad shouted with glee, he was a huge fan of Tyler's storm chasing on Youtube. He even had merch which always made you roll your eyes slightly when he'd wear it. Naturally he never understood why you pulled away from Tyler like you did, your brother had vowed not to tell your dad. Tyler's dad and yours had been thick as thieves as kids and that friendship lasted even to this day so of course you and Tyler grew up practically side by side.

Your dad had pulled Tyler's attention from you but the silent apology in Tyler's mind was banging around in his skull like a ping pong ball. Of course since your dad was like an uncle to Tyler he had to at least yield to your fathers welcome.

"Hey, Unc." Tyler greeted your dad, their voices completely faded into the background of your mind.

A while passes of them talking about Tyler chasing and the dangers/thrills of it all before Tyler gently taps your shoulder.

"Hey, I was hoping we could talk." He asked with a kind and apologetic smile. He was taller, tanner and he had filled out in those areas an eighteen year old had that was still very awkward in. He was handsome and definitely still charming as ever but your brain reminded you what he had done.

"What do you want, Tyler?" Resentment slipping into your voice as you tried to break your eyes from his olive gaze. His eyes were always your weakness, thankfully in the darkness of the evening where the large overhead lights gleamed his eyes didn't shine like they would in the naturality of the sun.

"TT..." He called you by the nickname his dad and yours gave you years ago which meant "tiny' in general but also 'Tiny Tex' cause neither his father nor yours could get you away from the horses, you loved them and everything to do with them. Tyler always meant it in a kind way. It was never said in any sort of rude context except a harmless joke or two.

"What?!" You asked as your paitence was already running low, you wanted him to get to the point so we could part ways again hopefull cause you knew that sharp silver tongue of his can dig it's claw into you so deeply you cant even begin to change your mind.

"I promise." He states before he notices you almost trying to make a break for it so he gently grabs your hand.

"Hey...Let me explain, don't I at least get that?" Worry in his eyes as he almost begs like a puppy with that look.

"Okay, explain." You let out a sigh as your between a rock in a hard place on holding to resentment or falling into the abyss that were his virent eyes.

"They caught us when we were putting our clothes back on, they thought I wanted to play their stupid degrading game but I promise you it wasnt nothing but a game to me." He admits with a sincere apologetic tone the secret he's known for years as he feels the ache in his chest widen by the look of betrayl that crosses your features.

"And you didn't mean to tell me that?!"

"Listen, Tiny...Hey, I couldn't. I ready didnt want your dad finding out cause I knew you didnt as well. I was scared they'd pull a fast one on me or some shit and so I didn't tell you. The only reason your brother found your name was cause they kept the stupid game going yeat after year in that same stupid book."

You so badly wanted to disbelieve him and to push the blame onto him that he was the asshole but your resolve was slipping as you sank into those apple pie eyes.

"Okay." You state almost suprising him but no ones more suprised more than you. You had spent so long hating him, why now that he was infront of you your resentment faded.

"Okay?" He asks as if he's unsure he heard you right. Now you couldnt back out so you doubled down.

"Okay ." The more you said it, the more the acceptance filled you.

"Okay." He repeats to himself as he feels the tension in the air that lingered between the two of you evaporate like water on a scalding car hood.

You find yourself hugging him before you even realize it, you had missed your best friend and this misunderstanding and anger you've hsd for years was just hiding pain and the love you had for him.

Lmk if y'all want a Part 2. 😊

"Oh, God. I missed you, Ty." You almost shake in his arms, your voice breaking as you breathe in that signature scent of sandalwood, black pepper and whiskey. His arms wrapped around your mid torso, his hands rubbing against your back as he squeezed with relief in having the most important person in his life back.

Masterlist

[allthingsfangirl101]

Car Troubles Part 2 – Tyler Owens

Part 1

Tyler's POV

As the sirens filled the air, I looked around. I scanned the area, desperately trying to find somewhere I could take Y/N to keep her safe.

"We gotta go," I said as I hopped off the hood of Y/N's car. I turned toward her and gently helped her down.

"Where?" She stuttered, her voice barely above the wind and the sirens. The fear in her eyes made me panic. I couldn't even focus on the fact that my hands were still on her hips. I looked past Y/N and saw somewhere we could go.

"Follow me," I said, grabbing her hand without thinking.

"Where are we going?!" Y/N yelled over the wind as I pulled her into the motel parking lot. We stopped when we saw a family in their car. I heard Y/N whimper when I let go of her.

"Come with us!" I yelled at the family. "We gotta get somewhere safe."

I helped the little kid out of the car and picked her up. I carried the little girl as I ran back to Y/N. As I passed her, I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me.

"The pool? Are you sure?" Y/N yelled when she figured out where I was taking them.

"Trust me," I said as I put down the girl. I helped Y/N into the pool and then handed her the girl. I turned and helped the mom and dad. As I helped them, Y/N waited for me.

When I climbed into the pool, I instantly grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her to the other end of the pool. "Wrap your arms around the ladder and, no matter what, don't let go."

I watched as she wrapped her arms around the ladder. I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her and the ladder. My stomach flipped when Y/N wrapped one of her arms around mine. We held on tightly as the wind got worse.

"Hold on, Y/N!" I tried to yell loud enough for her to hear.

"Tyler!" She yelled. I could feel her shaking in my arms.

"Just hold on, Y/N! I got you!"

I didn't let go of her until the wind slowed down and the sirens stopped. When it was past, I looked down to see Y/N clearly in shock.

I hated the fear in her eyes, but I was glad I was here.

Reader's POV

I couldn't tell if the sirens had stopped because my ears were still ringing. Embarrassment replaced my fear when I realized I was still in Tyler's arms. I looked up at him right as he looked down at me.

"Is it gone?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"It is," he nodded. "Are you alright?"

He finally let go of me and I slowly let go of the ladder. Tyler gently grabbed my hips and helped me stand up. He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and led me out of the pool. Once we were out of the pool, he walked us away from the motel. A nearby police officer saw Tyler helping me walk and ran over to us.

"Are the two of you alright?"

"We're fine," Tyler answered for us.

"Are you sure?" The cop asked, glancing toward me but my eyes were focused on the ground. "She looks like she's. . ."

"It's just a bit of shock," Tyler cut off the cop. I felt my heart starting to slow down as he tightened his arm around my waist. "She's fine. I can take care of her."

Without saying anything else, Tyler pulled me away from the cop. I wasn't sure where we were going but I didn't really care. I couldn't stop thinking about how tightly I was holding the ladder and how tightly Tyler was holding onto me.

If I hadn't been so scared, I would've overthought the way his arms were wrapped around me. I would've overthought why he had his arms wrapped so tightly around me.

"Tyler," I shakily said his name. My voice made him freeze.

"Y/N?" He panicked.

"Thank you," I mumbled as I turned toward him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking me over. When his eyes returned to mine, they softened as they saw the tears. "Y/N?"

My knees gave out but Tyler instantly caught me. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

"You're okay," he whispered. "The tornado passed. We're safe."

"That was. . . We were. . . The storm was. . . How do you do this all the time?" I finally got out.

"Do what?"

"Chase storms," I said, looking up at him. "How do you willingly chase them? They're. . . They're terrifying."

"There's a bit of a difference," he chuckled.

"What?"

"When you're chasing, you're prepared," he explained. "You know what to expect versus being caught up in it."

"So," I said, clearing my throat as I wrapped my arms around myself. "Before the tornado, you were saying something about wanting to tell me something?"

"Oh," he chuckled awkwardly, "yeah that. . . I was just going to say that I'm really glad your car stopped. I mean, I'm really glad I was driving by."

"I am too," I smiled softly. "If it weren't for you, I would've had no idea where to go during a tornado."

"It's not that," he said, his tone changing as he closed the gap between us. My breath got caught in my throat as he grabbed my hands.

"Then what is it?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'm glad that I was driving by and pulled over to help you," he whispered. "I'm glad that we got to see each other again. I'm glad that we ran into each other after all these years. I've really missed you, Y/N."

"I've missed you too, Tyler."

"I'd like to keep this going," he said, slowly leaning in.

"Maybe without the tornado and hiding in an empty pool?"

"Exactly," he smirked. Tyler's eyes glanced down to my lips. When his eyes returned to mine, he leaned in.

Soon, our lips gently touched. The second they did, Tyler pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. When we broke the kiss, Tyler kept his arms wrapped around me.

"Want to see if that diner down the street is still standing?"

"You're gonna have to drive," I shrugged. "The tornado took my car."

[nixie-deangel]

#glen powell#here for the dimples#<- Here for the earring and the idea of punk Jake turning up at USNA and told to take out all his piercings... ( @tgmsunmontue )

punk Jake you say???

That Chad Powers earring?!?!?! [x]

[kcsplace]

Top Gun Silliness

[dailyflicks]

Twisters (2024) dir. Lee Isaac Chung

[ayo-edebiri]

GLEN POWELL as TYLER OWENS

Twisters (2024) dir. Lee Isaac Chung