#the way tylers heart skipped a beat !!!

[valiisthea]

Tyler and Wade are unf love them so much.

Are you Tyler's Type? || @dawnturnstodusk

Don't mind him, he's not currently asking the local blacksmith to do him up a pair of wedding rings or anything. Never. No way. Nuh uh.

In all seriousness, Wade is getting a kiss later 💕

[crispy-chan]

okay so like i have my type, obviously. instantly fell for Mr. barista tyler but I'm kinda head over heels for Wednesday here too :')

[little-diable]

Catching Stars With Racing Hearts – Tyler Owens (smut)

Some of you may know that there is nothing I love more than a starry sky. So I had to write this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been storm chasing with different groups for years, and yet she always finds herself going back to her favourite tornado wrangler. The tornado wrangler who lures her away in the middle of the night to finally go stargazing with the woman he's crushing on.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, outdoor smut, slight spanking and choking, teasing, lots of fluff, two idiots in love

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3k words)

The night wrapped itself around her body, letting the soft breeze tease her limbs as (y/n) let her eyes take in the people scattered across the parking lot of the motel. It was a familiar sight, numerous storm chasers came together, forming a group of friends and rivals who were set on chasing the strongest tornadoes for a few weeks. She had been part of this ever growing group for a while, joining different teams whenever she needed a few weeks of distraction, fully focused on her friends and their search for tornadoes. 

(Y/n)’s eyes kept wandering until they spotted an all too familiar truck. Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze found his frame, watching him fumble with some of his gear as he sat on top of the truck, letting his feet dangle off the edge. Tyler Owens, the tornado wrangler she had known for longer than she could remember, a man she had instantly been drawn to from the first moment on.

He was a player, a man with a constant smile glued to his lips to woo whoever was crossing paths with him. It was nothing but a game to him, something she had been forced to watch unfold too many times to count, and yet it always felt different when they were together. He had never made a move on her, besides the flirting she craved like a drug she couldn’t stay away from, called to her death in the stormy sea by a siren who knew how to lure her to her end with its mere presence. 

Slowly, (y/n) set into motion, walking towards Tyler and his group with her arms wrapped around her middle, shielding herself from the cold. It took them a moment to notice her approaching frame, letting their eyes snap towards (y/n) the second Boone shouted her name with a grin tugging on his lips. Within seconds she was wrapped up in different hugs, drawing laughs from her as she greeted them all. 

“I was wondering when you’d grace us with your presence, pretty.” Tyler’s voice drew her eyes towards him, looking up at the handsome man. He reached his hand out, luring her closer and up the ladder to find her spot next to him. The scent of his cologne instantly wrapped itself around (y/n), a deadly mixture of rain, leather, and a hint of something reminding her of home, cozying her along as he wrapped one arm around her middle to pull her against his side. “How are you doing?”

“I’m alright, excited to see you guys.” She let her eyes flicker back to the others, who seemed to busy themselves with their tasks, offering the two of them an unfamiliar chance to focus on one another. Tyler's lips pressed a kiss to her hairline before he let go of her, letting his hand find its way back to the antenna he fumbled around with. “What have you been up to, Owens?”

“We both know you’re watching our streams, you know exactly what I’ve been doing these past weeks.” With her trembling fingers interlaced in her lap, (y/n) rolled her eyes at Tyler who studied her with a wide smirk. Heat rose up to her face, forcing her eyes away from his for a second to collect herself. 

“You’re so full of yourself, Owens. Your love for yourself keeps growing every time we meet, it's no surprise no tornado got you and your heavy ego yet.” The loud laugh that clawed through Tyler made (y/n) chuckle, relishing in the sight of the happiness he emanated, radiating off him. Her heart struggled to keep up with being around the man, struggling to stay away when he was everything she craved.

“What can I say? We both know I’m the only wrangler you’ll ever be into.” He dipped his head down to press a kiss to her warm cheek before he let go of the antenna. The spot he had touched with his lips was burning, leaving a tingling sensation that distracted her from the way he began to move around. Only as she felt him settle behind her, wrapping his arm around (y/n)’s middle to pull her against his broad chest did she snap out of it again.

Tyler held her caged against him, pulling (y/n) closer while his breath teased her neck, “This okay?”

She could only nod, could only reach for his hand to place hers on top of it, unable to use her words. It wasn’t the first time she was close to him, and yet it was so much more than whatever they had done before, sweet touches that were laced with something she had tried not to overanalyse. Her thumb stroked the back of his hand as he spoke to his team, sharing his food order before ordering for (y/n) too, knowing exactly what she’d like to have without having to ask her.

And all she did was give in, rest against his chest as if the weight of the world was no longer sitting on her shoulders, allowing Tyler to carry it all. A part of her always begged (y/n) to speak up, to confess the longing she felt whenever she was away from him, whenever she was chasing with others but was thinking of being by his side, even when she lay awake late at night with her thoughts set on him. But the stronger part always managed to hold her back, not daring to mess with what they had going on between them.

“Did you find time to go stargazing yet?” Tyler mumbled his words against her ear, making shudders buzz down her spine. Weeks ago she had told him about her wish to go stargazing around this area, needing to seize the chance when they were so far away from bigger lights.

“No, I haven't found any free time.” He only hummed before he pressed a kiss to the spot beneath her ear, leaving her shuddering once again. She wanted to ask Tyler to join her, wanted to spend some more time with him without the others near, but the sight of Lilly and Boone returning with their food stopped the words from rolling off her tongue, held back by her disappointment. 

Tyler kept his arm wrapped around her waist as he reached for the bag Lilly reached out for him to take, pulling (y/n) even closer. Her blood was singing in her ears, silencing her spiralling thoughts that begged her to run, to search the distance once again before she’d get lost in Tyler Owens and everything he was and she could never be. But the way Tyler held onto her all too tightly forced her to hold still as if he was too aware of the way she was close to running from him once again.

……

The sound of somebody knocking on the door of her motel room ripped (y/n) out of her sleep. It took her a second to adjust to the darkness she was engulfed by, looking at the time that read 03:15 while rising to her feet to stumble towards the door. 

“Tyler? What’s going on?” He was leaning against the door frame, eyes wandering down her frame to study the long sleep shirt she wore. Even in her drowsy state he managed to make her feel more alive than ever before, letting the heat of his gaze flush through her veins.

She didn’t anticipate it, didn’t pick up on the way he moved closer to cup her cheek with his big hand. Tyler seemed to give her a moment to pull away should she feel uncomfortable, but all (y/n) did was stare up at him, gasping in surprise the second he crossed the distance between them. His lips fit onto hers all too perfectly, begging hers to move in sync with his as his free hand found her waist to pull (y/n) flush against his front. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” His confession left her chuckling, staying glued to him while he mumbled the words against her tingling lips. 

“That’s all you woke me up for? A kiss that couldn’t wait until mornin-” his lips found hers again to interrupt (y/n)’s teasing. He squeezed her side, drawing a laugh out of her while wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Get dressed, I’m taking you stargazing.” Tyler gave her a soft push back, trying to keep his distance while she stared at him with an almost dreamy gaze. She needed a few breaths to fully function, turning from Tyler to put on her jeans and boots before she allowed him to pull her out of the room and towards his truck. 

Since it was the middle of the night, the moment gave them just enough time to be alone together before the others would wake, set on chasing a new adrenaline high with tornadoes (y/n) would document. Her heart swelled in her chest as she watched Tyler drive them away from the motel, wearing a smile that was softer than all the others – mainly cocky ones – he had worn around her before, offering her a glimpse of the man hiding behind this perfect persona he had crafted over the past years. 

“Thank you for this, Tyler. I don't think I would have actually done this on my own.” She leaned over the middle console to press a kiss to Tyler’s cheek. He didn’t reply, simply let his smile grow into a bright grin while he drove them further through the darkness. (Y/n) had a hard time ripping her gaze from his features, trying to focus on the twinkling stars she had been aching to see. 

The truck came to a halt in the middle of a field, letting the night wrap them in her embrace as they climbed up the ladder moments later. No words were spoken between them, eyes fully focused on the sky that was covered in millions of stars. Her heart was clenching in her chest, struggling to take in this beauty she had been aching to see for a while, not finding the time away to properly sit down for a few hours and simply get lost in this sight. 

Tyler laid down on his back, arms crossed behind his head while he had his eyes focused on her awestruck features. For a moment, she let herself look down at him, unable to bite down her smile. She kept quiet as she laid down next to him, letting Tyler pull her against his chest.

“Will you kiss me again?” (Y/n)’s whispered question got no verbal reply, all Tyler did was dip his head down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, communicating the emotions he struggled to put into words. Without breaking the kiss, she shuffled around to pull herself onto his lap, needing to feel him close. 

Tyler shifted his weight onto his left forearm, while his free hand got tangled in her hair. Her body begged her to search this sensation, to dig deeper and see how far they would take it out here where nobody could see or interrupt them. Longings she had tried to swallow for a while now, unable to shake them whenever Tyler was breathing the same air as she was.

“We gotta stop, pretty, before I can’t stop myself.” His raspy words made her ache for more, needing to hear him speak sinful words she would think of whenever she was alone again and desperate for his touch. 

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare.” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his grinning lips while her hips pressed her closer to him, drawing a groan from Tyler. He stared up at her with piercing eyes, getting lost in the buzzing atmosphere that made them feel as if they were touched by a higher power. 

“You’ll be the death of me, darlin’.” Tyler pulled her in for another kiss, allowing (y/n) to toy with the buckle of his belt. But he didn’t let her get far, catching her hand before she could try to undo it. 

“Climb down.” With confusion pushing through her, (y/n) climbed down the ladder of his truck, watching Tyler follow her moments later. His lips found their way back to hers, drawing a soft moan from her as he guided (y/n) towards the front of the truck. Only as she felt the car press against her back did he pull away, staring down at (y/n) with a smirk that made her thighs tremble. 

“Keep your eyes on the sky.” Tyler turned her around to press her front down on the hood of his truck. He kicked her feet apart before one arm found its way around her waist to undo the button of her jeans. The fabric was pushed down, exposing the sight of her panties covering her ass – a sight so heavenly, Tyler found himself wondering if he had died while chasing and had been sent straight to the pearly gates. 

“Is this the full Tyler Owens experience I hear your fans talk about?” She was riling him up, very well knowing that this moment was just as special to him – and yet (y/n) was aching for more, set on teasing him until he’d snap and treat her like she knew he wanted to. Tyler’s hand squeezed her behind, letting his fingertips dig into her skin to leave marks she’d take home like a souvenir reminding her of this very trip.

“Careful, baby, I want to take my time with you, want to do this properly.” His words forced goosebumps to rise on her skin – sensations that were buzzing through her like a wildfire, unable to bite down the unfamiliar heat. Tyler’s fingertips carefully pushed her panties aside, teasing her folds while both let go of a soft groan. 

“You can take your time another day. I need you to fuck me, Owens. I’m growing bored here.” She wasn’t growing bored, hell, she was buzzing with excitement, and yet (y/n) seemed to know exactly which buttons she had to push. With the click of his tongue, Tyler pulled his hand from her aching heat, letting it come down on her ass without a warning moments later. (Y/n)’s surprised moan left him chuckling, fully aware of the power he held over her, no matter how much she tried to tease him, to drag this out even further. 

“Are you sure you can take this, sweet girl? I won’t hold back.” She only moaned his name, hyper focused on all sounds she heard, how he undid his belt, how he seemed to rip open a condom before pushing her damp panties aside once again. And then he pushed into her, forcing her walls to flutter while desperately trying to adjust. 

One of his hands settled on her waist while the other found her throat, pulling her off the hood just enough to let her eyes flicker up to the starry sky. Shaky breaths left (y/n) as she felt Tyler pull out of her, only to push back in seconds later, slowly fucking her while her gaze grew blurred. 

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” His praises made her walls clench his cock, drawing a raspy groan out of Tyler. With every passing moment, he added more speed to his thrusts, letting his body meet hers to remind them both that this wasn’t just a trick of their brains. They fit together perfectly, in every imaginable way, and even though he’d never say it to others, Tyler knew that he had just found his new favourite adrenaline high, fucking her was everything he had always been searching for. 

“Don’t hold back, please.” (Y/n) was close to sobbing her words. She struggled to focus on the stars, struggled to focus on the sight that made her heart race from all this beauty she couldn’t take in, fully focused on Tyler and the way he fucked her hard. Their sounds bled together, forming a mass of sounds she’d never forget again, moans and groans, skin meeting skin, shaky breaths that told them both how much the other had also longed for this. 

“Who knew it’d be this easy to make you beg for something.” She didn’t need to see him to know that Tyler was wearing a bright smirk, staring down at her while fucking her towards the edge. 

“Who knew that you aren’t just a pretty face with a big ego.” Tyler’s raspy laugh vibrated through her body, pushing her even closer towards the high she could feel climbing up her body. His hand moved to the front of her wet panties, dipping inside to circle her pulsing bundle to give (y/n) the needed push to fall over the edge. 

And then she came, with a moan so powerful she needed a moment to understand it was her who had made that sound. Tyler kept snapping his hips, with just enough speed to push himself closer and closer, high on the feeling of her walls squeezing his cock. (Y/n)’s sight cleared up just in time, allowing her to take in the beautiful spectacle on the sky as Tyler followed her down the edge, letting go with one last raspy moan. 

He pressed a kiss to the spot where her neck met her shoulder before pulling out of her. (Y/n) kept her eyes focused on the sky as they redressed, not noticing how Tyler studied her with a smile. With his hand finding hers, he pulled her into his chest to dip his head down for another breathless kiss. 

“I guess I was wrong.” She furrowed her eyebrows at Tyler’s words, letting her confused gaze wander over his face. “I always thought nothing would give me a high like a tornado can, but I was wrong. This, being here with you, hearing those sweet sounds you make, fuck, it’s my new favourite thing ever, pretty.”

[coastalcowgirl35]

Just Us- Tyler Owens x Reader

Note: I accidentally wrote this in first person, then had to go back and fix it and I'm very mad.

Also I'm horrible at titles, mb guys

Also I went to go see Twisters again last night and let's just say I've reaffirmed that Glen Powell is going to be my entire personality for quite some time.

Also listened to the soundtrack while writing this, 10/10 Too Easy is literally the most motivational song ever.

Also apparently Y/N really likes murmuring against Tyler's lips when they kiss, once again mb

Warning: pretty hot and heavy at the end guys, idk what came over me

"Y/N... Y/N" You blink my eyes open slowly revealing your boyfriend Tyler's grin in your face. "Hey baby, come on get up, we've got a big one coming." His excitement is palpable as he plants a kiss on your lips.

"Wait what?" You mumble, confused.

"Time to get up hon, we got a storm to chase." He kisses you again then pulls away so you can sit up. You quickly brush your teeth, change into cargo pants and a tank top, and pull your hair back to keep it off your neck in the Oklahoma heat.

"Okay Ty, I'm ready!" You say as you slip on your boots. He's looking up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bed with a grin on his face. "What?" He stands up and wraps his arms around you.

"You're just so damn cute." He says, tilting your chin up to give you yet another kiss.

"Mhmm I thought we had to go." You murmur against his lips as your kisses become more passionate and his hands find their way to your waist.

"We do." He agrees and you reluctantly pull apart. You open the door and he grabs his keys.

"Who's coming with today?" You ask over your shoulder as he ensures that the door is locked.

"Just us today sweetheart, that okay?" He says, grinning again. You nod and he puts an arm around your waist as you walk into the parking lot and up to his giant red truck.

As soon as you are both in your seats he places a hand on your thigh, you're dying internally but he acts as if it is the most casual thing in the world. You clear your throat and shake your head, trying to think of anything else.

"Do you see it?" Tyler asks quietly. His green eyes are fixed on something up ahead on the red dirt road and you follow his gaze. A dark mass of clouds are forming and you can see it too, the way they are swirling towards each other slightly, the way the wind is brushing over the grasses in that direction, in a way you both know will add fuel to the fire and hopefully cause a storm.

"God it's beautiful." You whisper.

"Not as beautiful as my girl." Tyler responds, eyes fixed on you now, a wide grin on his face.

"You're so fucking cheesy." You say, as if your cheeks aren't flaring a bright red and your heart didn't skip a beat at his words. He simply laughs and looks back at the road, with his hand still on your thigh.

You fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the clouds. They seem almost as if they are dancing, their movements so perfect and fluid. Tyler's driving matches the storm and as it begins to grow faster he speeds up, soaring down the open road as the sun just barely begins to peek over the horizon next to you.

The sight is truly breathtaking. The orange light spills across the acres of land sprawling out before you and is heavily contrasted by the dark clouds floating menacingly above, miles away.

As you get closer light rain begins to tatter against the top and sides of the truck. You watch, transfixed by the storm, when suddenly an idea hits you. You roll down your window and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asks, but he clearly can guess because he slows down slightly. You slip away from his hand that is still resting on your thigh and hoist yourself up so that your entire torso is outside the window. You tilt your head back, enjoying the gentle shower of droplets and reach one arm out, feeling the wind. You stay like that for a few minutes before Tyler calls up to you.

"Get back in Y/N/N, the rains about to get harder." He says gently. You nod and slide back inside, resuming your previous position and rolling the window back up. Tyler doesn't miss a beat and his hand is already on your thigh again before you can re-buckle your seatbelt. You smile and blush but don't say anything.

As Tyler predicted, the rain gets harder almost instantly and you can feel the atmosphere changing as you venture away from the orange sunrise and towards the gray storm.

You peel your eyes away from the storm and turn to look at your boyfriend. His beautiful green eyes are fixed on what's ahead, his jaw set determinedly.

"Whatcha looking at pretty girl?" He asks, caressing your thigh with his thumb. You blush and he turns to look at you, grinning.

"Eyes on the road Tyler." You say, blushing harder.

"What so you're allowed to stare at me but I can't look at you?" He teases.

"Just drive." You groan, attempting and failing to not laugh at his comment.

"Alright, alright." He says, still grinning. "Hey look" He points out the windshield. The clouds are swirling closer together and beginning to form a tight tendril that reaches towards the ground.

"Come on baby." You urge in a whisper, willing it to touch down. Tylers grip on your thigh tightens slightly. It reaches closer and closer then finally touches the ground, instantly causing a swirling cloud of dust to explode into the air. "Fuck yeah!" You shout, clapping your hands together triumphantly.

Tyler laughs raucously at your reaction but can't hide the excitement on his face.

"Happy are you?" He asks with a grin.

"You're lucky you're I love you Ty or I would absolutely hate you." You scoff. He laughs harder at that.

"Whatever you say babygirl."

You sigh dramatically at his teasing but can't help the permanent grin on your face. You're really in love with the stupid Tornado Wrangler. The wind and rain both get harder and louder as you both pull on your harnesses.

Tyler is going at nearly full speed now. Your heart is pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The cyclone is growing and hurtling towards you faster than you are hurtling towards it.

"Ready Y/N/N?" Tyler asks, almost shouting so that you can hear him.

"Hell yeah!" You shout back. He slams his foot on the break, pulling you to an unnecessarily rough stop. You give him a look and he smiles apologetically as he deploys the augers.

"Here she comes baby!" He yells. You curse under your breath and wrap your hand around his wrist tightly as he squeezes your thigh again.

The cyclone slams into the truck, throwing both you and Tyler harshly against your harnesses. The swirling cloud of dirt and leaves and who knows what else obscures your vision on all sides. The truck rocks violently and you squeeze Tyler's wrist so hard you wonder if it will bruise.

As fast as it started, it ends. The howling wind pulls past you and dust begins to settle on everything that was torn apart in its path. You laugh in astonishment, no matter how many times you chase you'll never get over that feeling. You and Tyler both jump out of the truck, turning to watch the twister get further and further.

You don't hear him walk around the truck but suddenly Tyler is next to you. You turn to him, beaming at his handsome face.

"You have fun babe?" He asks, endearingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You nod and stand up on your toes slightly to press a kiss against his lips. He tangles his fingers into your hair instantaneously as the other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "God I love you Tyler." You murmur against his lips.

"I love you too Y/N." He walks you backwards until he has you pinned against the truck. You whimper quietly as his hands start to roam your body and his kisses become more passionate. He suddenly breaks away and tilts your head upwards gently so his can kiss your neck. "You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Crazy." He pants out as he sucks on your soft skin harshly.

You moan breathily at his words and unconsciously buck your hips towards him, desperately searching for relief. He reads your mind and, while still passionately marking up your neck, slots one of his legs between yours so that you can rub up against his thigh.

"Fuck baby, I need you so bad." He groans, pulling his head back. His eyes are filled with lust and longing and his beautiful lips look swollen from your kisses.

You place a hand on the side of his face, peering straight into his perfect green eyes.

"Well it's a good thing it's just us today." You say with a smile. "The backseat is wide open."

[queenofwands89]

The Storm Within (Part Two)  Tyler Owens x fem!reader

Part 1

Summary: Following the events of the first part, a severely injured Y/N lies in a coma while a heartbroken Tyler waits by her side, wondering if she will ever wake up.

Warnings: Hospital, Reader is in a coma, Fluff, Sad Tyler, Slightly angsty.                                              

Notes: I didn't expect so many people to read the first part, let alone want a second, so thank you—it means a lot. I rushed to write this to avoid making you wait any longer, lol. I'm currently accepting writing prompts for Jake Seresin, Tyler Owens, and Glen Powell.

Enjoy byeeee!

Two weeks have slipped by in a blur of sterile hospital corridors and the endless hum of medical machines. Each passing day is a battle against time, unrelenting in its indifference, and Tyler's world has shrunk to the confines of your hospital room.

Tyler sits by your side, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but refusing to close. He's lost count of the hours he's spent watching the rise and fall of your chest, willing you to wake up. The constant beeping of the heart monitor and the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator are his only companions.

The rest of the storm-chasing team visits regularly, each holding onto hope in their own way. Boone leaves a fresh bouquet of wildflowers on the bedside table every other day, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the clinical white of the room. Dani brings her laptop, working quietly in the corner, refusing to leave until Tyler is forced to rest. Dexter makes sure Tyler eats, even if it means feeding him himself. And Lilly, with her unwavering optimism, often slips into the chair opposite Tyler, regaling him with stories and laughs to keep the darkness at bay.

One evening, as the crimson hues of the setting sun penetrate the blinds, Tyler is gently persuaded by Lilly to step outside the room, if only for a few minutes. The fresh air at the hospital's small garden is a reprieve he didn’t know he needed. He takes deep breaths, trying to shake off the weight that's settled on his shoulders.

As he walks back towards your room, he overhears a hushed conversation between two nurses. "It's been two weeks, and she's still fighting. It's remarkable," he hears one of them say. A glimmer of hope ignites in his chest. You're a fighter; you always have been.

Pushing open the door to your room, Tyler's heart skips a beat. One of the doctors, Dr. Emerson, is standing by your bed, reviewing the latest results. Tyler rushes in, anxiety and hope warring on his face.

"Any changes, Doc?" Tyler asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Emerson turns to him, a small, comforting smile on her face. "Her vitals are steadily improving. The brain activity shows promising signs. She's still in a coma, but these are good indicators. It’s just a matter of time."

With those reassuring words, Dr. Emerson gives Tyler a gentle nod before turning to leave the room, the other doctor following closely behind. The soft click of the closing door lingers in the air, marking the transition from clinical observation to personal vigil.

Tyler takes his seat beside you, gently holding your hand. "Hey, beautiful," he begins, his voice soft but steady. "I know you can hear me. I thought I'd share some stories, like old times."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Remember the first storm we chased together? God, we were terrified but so exhilarated," he chuckles. "The sky was this angry shade of gray, and the wind was howling like it was possessed. We had no idea what we were doing, but we felt invincible."

Tyler's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he continues. "You kept yelling at me to keep the camera steady while you took notes. I think I was too busy being amazed by how fearless you were. The tornado touched down so close, and we got caught in the downdraft. But you... you never lost your cool. You guided us out of there like it was just another day at the office."

He squeezes your hand gently, hoping for any sign of acknowledgment. "Then there was that time in Kansas. Do you remember? We were staying at that run-down motel, and the power went out during the middle of the night. We ended up sitting in the car, wrapped in blankets, watching the lightning storm. You said it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

The corners of Tyler's lips lift into a sad smile as he recounts more memories. "You were always the brave one, Y/N. Like that time we drove into the eye of the storm. Literally. Everyone told us it was too dangerous, but you convinced us, and we did it. And I'll never forget the look on your face when we made it out in one piece."

A silence hangs in the air for a moment, the only sounds coming from the steady beeps and hums of the medical equipment.

"I'm not gonna lie, Y/N. These past two weeks have been the hardest of my life. Seeing you like this... it's killing me. But I know you're fighting. You always do," Tyler says, voice cracking with emotion.

Tyler leans closer, his head resting on the side of your bed. He speaks softly, almost to himself. "You know, Dani was telling me about how you kept her sane during her first storm chase. She said she wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you. And Boone, he's a mess without you bossing him around. Dexter too. None of us are the same without you."

He looks at your serene face, a fresh wave of determination washing over him. "But we all believe in you. We know you're coming back to us. And when you do, we'll be ready with stories and laughs and everything that's been missing."

As the sun sets outside, casting a warm glow over the room, Tyler continues to talk. He recounts every little detail of your adventures together, from the funniest moments to the most heart-stopping ones, painting a vivid picture with his words.

The world is a foggy blur as consciousness slowly begins to seep back into your mind. The silence in the room is broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the medical machines. Your eyelids feel heavy as you struggle to open them, a sense of disorientation clouding your thoughts.

As your eyes finally flutter open, the dim light of the room gradually sharpens into focus. The first thing you see is Tyler, slumped in the chair beside your hospital bed. His hand grips yours tightly, as if even in sleep, he cannot let go. His face is etched with lines of stress and fatigue, evidence of the nights he has spent by your side.

For a few moments, you simply watch him. Even in his exhausted state, there’s an undeniable tenderness in the way he holds your hand. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the stubble that has grown from days of neglecting himself. Deep down, an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love wells up within you. You realize now more than ever just how much he means to you.

Gradually, you muster the strength to give his hand a weak squeeze, something to pull him from the depths of his weariness. His eyes flutter open slowly, confusion briefly crossing his features before they lock onto yours. Instantly, his face transforms—a mix of shock, awe, and profound relief.

"Y/N..." he breathes, his voice shaky and filled with emotion. Tears pool in his eyes, and you can see him fighting to hold them back, but it’s a losing battle. As the realization washes over him, that you’re finally awake, his tears begin to fall freely. "You’re... you’re awake. Thank God, you’re awake."

A lump forms in your throat, making it hard to speak, but you manage a small smile. "Tyler," you rasp, the single word carrying all the emotions you can't yet express.

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing fervent kisses to your knuckles. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much," he chokes out, his voice breaking with raw emotion. "I thought... I thought I’d lost you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything. For the things I said. I was scared and I handled it all wrong."

You can feel the wetness of his tears on your hand, and it breaks your heart to see him in such pain. Gathering what strength you can, you shake your head slightly. "No, Tyler. We both did things we regret. I pushed you away when I should have let you in. But we can’t change the past. We can only move forward."

He nods, his teary eyes never leaving yours. "We’ll fix this. Together," he vows, his voice filled with a newfound determination.

Your smile grows a bit stronger, as you grip his hand with a bit more strength. "Together," you echo, the word binding the two of you in a promise of unity and hope.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Tyler repeats fervently, his tears now mingling with a relieved laugh.

You can't help but let out a light giggle, the sound so sweet to Tyler’s ears. "I love you, I love you, I love you," you reply, your heart feeling lighter for the first time in a long while.

Tyler chuckles softly, his expression softening as he looks at you. "I think the doctors are going to start charging me rent for how long I've been here."

You laugh weakly, the sound like music to his ears. "Well, as long as you don't start claiming squatter's rights. We might have to evict you."

His laughter mingles with yours, the room now filled with a warmth and happiness that seemed impossible just moments ago. "Deal. I'll leave when you do," he declares, his voice brimming with love and commitment.

The path to recovery will undoubtedly be long and arduous, but for now, the hardest part is over. The heavy cloud of uncertainty has lifted, replaced by a glimmering beacon of hope. The room, once cold and sterile, now feels warm, filled with the palpable power of your mutual love and commitment.

As the rhythmic beeping of the machines continues to fill the background, you and Tyler share a moment of silent understanding, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, you’ll face them hand in hand. "I love you," he whispers once more, the promise of these words a soothing balm to your soul.

"I love you," you whisper back, sealing the bond that will carry you through the days to come.

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Hi! I love your Twister fics! Anyways I was hoping you could write something about Tyler proposing to fem reader then having boon or javi get certified in being an officiant then get married in field as a tornado touches! That would truly be Tornado wrangler fashion. If not I totally understand.

Winds of Forever

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Reader

Chapter Summary: Tyler and Y/N embrace the unpredictability of their love by exchanging vows in the heart of a storm, beginning their married life with nature's raw power as their witness.

Chapter Warnings: Intense weather scenes and emotional moments.

Tyler Owens had always known that his love for storm chasing was rivalled only by his love for you. The thrill of the storm, the adrenaline of the chase—it all paled in comparison to the life you had built together. So when it came time to propose, Tyler wanted the moment to be as extraordinary as the love you shared.

The day had been long and exhilarating, filled with the rush of chasing storms across the plains. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery orange glow across the sky, the team gathered around a campfire, their laughter mingling with the distant rumble of thunder. The air was still charged with the electricity of the storm, and it felt like the perfect moment for something special.

Tyler sat beside you, his heart racing as he reached into his pocket to feel the small, weathered box that had been burning a hole there all day. He looked at you, your face illuminated by the firelight, and knew this was the moment he’d been waiting for. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing the attention of everyone around the fire.

As the chatter died down, Tyler took your hand, gently pulling you to your feet. You looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and affection, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the serious expression on his face.

“Y/N,” Tyler began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “From the first storm we chased together, I knew you were different. You’ve been my partner in every way—through every wild adventure, every close call, and every quiet moment in between. I’ve chased a lot of storms, but nothing compares to the chase that led me to you. And I don’t want to spend another day without knowing you’re mine forever.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small box, and your breath caught in your throat as he got down on one knee. The flickering firelight danced in his eyes as he opened the box to reveal a ring that sparkled like the stars above.

“Will you marry me?” Tyler asked, his voice trembling with hope and love.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at him, your heart overflowing with joy. There was only one answer, and it burst from your lips with the force of a storm. “Yes, Tyler! Yes!”

As he slipped the ring onto your finger, you pulled him to his feet, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. The team erupted in cheers, their excitement matching the joy in your heart as you kissed him, tears of happiness blending with the wind that whipped around you.

But as the cheers began to fade, Boone, always the one with the wild ideas, grinned and said, “You know, we could do this right now. Get married here, in the middle of a storm—just like the way you two live your lives.”

You both laughed, but the idea took hold, the thrill of it coursing through you. The thought of marrying Tyler, not in some traditional setting, but here, in the midst of what you loved most—surrounded by storms and friends—felt right. It felt like the most perfect way to begin your life together.

“Why not?” Tyler said, his grin widening as he looked at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“That’s crazy,” you said, but you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up inside you.

“It’s perfect,” he replied, squeezing your hand. “Let’s do it.”

And then, as if the universe itself was in on the plan, Javi, the quiet and steady presence in your group, revealed that he had recently become a certified officiant—“You know, just in case,” he added with a sheepish grin.

The next day, under a sky dark with swirling clouds, you found yourselves standing hand in hand in a wide, open field. The storm had gathered strength, and a massive tornado was forming in the distance, a wild and beautiful force of nature. The wind howled around you, tugging at your clothes and hair, but all you could focus on was Tyler’s hand in yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you amidst the chaos.

Javi stood before you, his voice strong and steady as he began the ceremony. “Tyler, Y/N… I can’t think of a more fitting way for the two of you to start your married life together than in the heart of a storm. Just like this tornado, your love is powerful, unpredictable, and unstoppable. Today, you’re making a promise—to stand by each other, no matter what winds may blow.”

As the tornado loomed in the distance, Tyler turned to you, his eyes filled with love and determination. He took a deep breath and began his vows, his voice strong despite the wind.

“Y/N, from the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. You’ve been my partner in every storm, my calm in the chaos, and my greatest adventure. I promise to stand by your side through every twist and turn, to weather every storm with you, and to love you fiercely, just as fiercely as I love the thrill of the chase. You are my everything, and I vow to protect you, to cherish you, and to never let a day go by without reminding you how much you mean to me.”

Tears filled your eyes as you listened to his words, your heart swelling with love. You squeezed his hand, smiling through your tears as you began your own vows.

“Tyler, you’ve shown me a love that’s as wild and unpredictable as the storms we chase. You’ve taught me to embrace the unknown, to find beauty in the chaos, and to always keep my eyes on the horizon. I promise to stand by you in every storm, to be your safe harbour, and to love you with all the passion and intensity that this life deserves. You are my tornado, my whirlwind, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

As you finished your vows, the tornado touched down, a powerful force of nature swirling behind you as if the universe itself was bearing witness to your promises. The moment was surreal, a perfect blend of chaos and serenity, as you and Tyler sealed your vows with a kiss. The storm raged on around you, but all you felt was the warmth of his lips, the strength of his arms around you, and the certainty that this was the beginning of your greatest adventure yet.

The team erupted in cheers, their voices carried away by the wind as they surrounded you both, their excitement and joy adding to the wild energy of the moment. Boone whooped loudly, clapping Tyler on the back, while Javi grinned, clearly pleased with how perfectly everything had come together.

As the winds began to die down and the storm moved on, you stood there together, hand in hand, staring at the path of the tornado as it carved its way through the land. The world around you was raw and wild, but in Tyler’s arms, you felt nothing but peace and love.

Tyler turned to you, his eyes shining with tears. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his arm around you. “It was perfect,” you whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

And as you stood there, the wind still whipping around you, you knew that this was just the beginning of your adventure together. The storms would come and go, but your love—like the tornado that had witnessed your vows—was a force of nature, powerful and unbreakable, ready to take on whatever the world threw at you.

Together, you would weather every storm, hand in hand, for the rest of your lives.

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storm chasers

pairing: tyler owen’s x f! reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+

theme: enemies to lovers

During a particularly intense storm chase, Y/N's equipment malfunctions, putting her in a dangerous position. Despite their rivalry, Tyler spots her struggling and makes a splitsecond decision to help. He navigates his stormchasing vehicle through treacherous conditions to reach her.

"What are you doing here, Owens?" Y/N shouts over the howling wind, a mix of surprise and relief in her voice. "I thought you'd be halfway to Kansas by now, chasing your precious tornado!"

Tyler's jaw clenches as he helps her into his vehicle. "Even I'm not heartless enough to leave a colleague in danger," he retorts, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Besides, someone needs to show you how real storm chasing is done."

As they speed away from the approaching tornado, the tension between them crackles like the lightning illuminating the sky. Y/N finds herself studying Tyler's determined profile, seeing him in a new light for the first time.

Y/N crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing as she watches Tyler navigate through the storm. "I didn't ask for your help, Owens," she says, her voice sharp but with a hint of vulnerability. "I had it under control."

Tyler scoffs, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Right, because standing in the path of an EF3 tornado is the epitome of 'under control.' Face it, princess, you needed me."

Y/N's cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Don't call me princess," she snaps. "And I don't need anyone, especially not some adrenaline junkie with a God complex."

Despite the tension, Tyler can't help but admire Y/N's spirit. Her fiery attitude matches the storm raging outside, and he finds it oddly captivating.

"You know," Tyler says, a smirk playing on his lips, "for someone who claims to hate me, you sure spend a lot of time thinking about me."

Y/N rolls her eyes dramatically. "Don't flatter yourself, Owens. The only thing I think about is how to prove I'm better than you at storm chasing."

As they continue their banter, the storm intensifies around them. Tyler's expert driving keeps them safe, but the close calls have them both on edge. In a particularly heartstopping moment, Y/N instinctively grabs Tyler's arm, her fingers digging into his skin.

Their eyes meet for a brief second, electricity crackling between them that has nothing to do with the lightning outside. Y/N quickly pulls her hand away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

"I... um, thanks," she mumbles, looking anywhere but at Tyler. "For coming to get me, I mean. Even if I didn't need it."

Tyler's expression softens slightly. "Anytime, Y/N. We storm chasers have to stick together, right?"

As the tension in the vehicle shifts from hostility to something more complex, Y/N finds herself reevaluating her feelings towards her rival.

Y/N shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting between Tyler and the raging storm outside. The silence between them grows heavy, filled with unspoken tension. Finally, she breaks it with a sigh.

"Look, Owens," she begins, her voice softer than before, "I... I may have misjudged you. A little."

Tyler's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Is that your way of saying thank you?"

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there's no real heat behind it. "Don't push it. I'm trying to be nice here."

"Well, it's a start," Tyler chuckles, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to the road. "You're not so bad yourself, when you're not trying to outdo me at every turn."

Y/N feels a blush creeping up her neck. "I don't try to outdo you," she mutters, then adds with a smirk, "I just naturally excel."

Tyler laughs, a genuine sound that makes Y/N's heart skip a beat. "There's the sass I know and lo— uh, tolerate."

The almostslip hangs in the air between them, neither willing to acknowledge it. Y/N clears her throat, desperately searching for a change of subject.

"So, uh, where exactly are we headed?" she asks, peering out at the stormravaged landscape.

Tyler's grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly. "There's a motel about 20 miles ahead. We'll hole up there until this storm passes."

Y/N nods, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach at the thought of being alone with Tyler in a motel room. She tells herself it's just the adrenaline from their close call with the tornado.

As they continue driving, the silence becomes more comfortable. Y/N finds herself sneaking glances at Tyler, seeing him in a new light. The determined set of his jaw, the confident way he handles the vehicle through the treacherous conditions, it's all suddenly very... attractive.

As the tension in the vehicle eases slightly, Y/N decides to make herself more comfortable. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly lifts her feet, clad in wellworn cowboy boots, and props them up on Tyler's pristine dashboard.

Tyler's eyes widen in disbelief. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" he exclaims, his voice a mix of annoyance and surprise.

Y/N smirks, wiggling her bootclad feet. "Getting comfortable. Got a problem with that, Owens?"

Tyler's jaw clenches as he tries to focus on the road. "Knock it off, Y/N. This isn't your beatup truck. I just had this vehicle detailed last week."

"Aww, is the big bad storm chaser afraid of a little mud?" Y/N teases, but there's a hint of fondness in her voice that wasn't there before.

Tyler reaches over with one hand, trying to swat her feet off the dashboard while keeping his eyes on the treacherous road. "I'm serious, Y/N. Feet. Off. Now."

Their playful struggle continues for a moment, the air between them charged with a new kind of energy. Y/N finds herself enjoying this lighter side of their usual banter, and Tyler can't help but appreciate her playful defiance.

As the storm chaser vehicle comes to a complete stop, Y/N's eyes light up with excitement. Without warning, she flings open the door and leaps out, camera in hand.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing?" Tyler shouts, his voice barely audible over the roaring wind.

But Y/N is already sprinting towards the storm, her hair whipping wildly around her face. She raises her camera, desperate to capture the perfect shot of the swirling vortex.

Tyler curses under his breath and jumps out after her. "Are you insane? Get back here!" he yells, but Y/N ignores him, lost in her pursuit of the perfect storm footage.

In a burst of speed, Tyler reaches her. Without hesitation, he throws her over his shoulder, eliciting a surprised yelp from Y/N.

"Put me down, Owens!" she protests, but Tyler's grip is firm as he carries her to a nearby sturdy post.

Setting her down, he quickly ties a safety rope around both of them, securing them to the post. Y/N struggles against him, but Tyler's face is a mask of anger and concern.

"What part of 'dangerous storm' don't you understand?" he growls, his face inches from hers. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

Y/N glares at Tyler, her chest heaving with adrenaline and frustration. "I had it under control! This is the shot of a lifetime, Owens. You of all people should understand that!"

Tyler's grip on her arms tightens, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else – fear? "No shot is worth your life, Y/N," he says, his voice low and intense. "Do you have any idea what it would do to m— to the storm chasing community if something happened to you?"

The wind howls around them, tugging at their clothes and hair. Y/N's anger begins to fade as she realizes the genuine concern in Tyler's voice. She looks up at him, really seeing him for the first time. His jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, and his eyes... they're filled with an emotion she's never seen before.

"I... I'm sorry," Y/N says softly, her voice nearly lost in the storm. "I didn't think—"

"No, you didn't," Tyler cuts her off, but his tone has softened slightly. "You never do when it comes to chasing the perfect storm. It's what makes you brilliant, and also incredibly frustrating."

Y/N can't help but smile at that. "Sounds like someone I know," she teases, nudging him gently.

Tyler's lips quirk up in a reluctant smile. "Yeah, well, maybe we're more alike than we thought."

As they stand there, tied to the post with the storm raging around them, something shifts between Y/N and Tyler. The rivalry that has defined their relationship for so long seems to melt away, replaced by a new understanding – and perhaps something more.

As the storm continues to rage around them, Tyler's eyes soften, his gaze lingering on Y/N's face. The wind whips her hair wildly, and he finds himself reaching out to tuck a stray strand behind her ear. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through both of them.

"Y/N," he says, his voice barely audible over the howling wind, "I... I can't lose you. Not to a storm, not to anything."

Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening at the intensity in Tyler's voice. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, a deafening crack of thunder startles them both.

Tyler instinctively pulls Y/N closer, his arms wrapping protectively around her. In that moment, pressed against his chest, Y/N realizes that the rivalry between them has been masking something far more powerful.

The ride home is tense, filled with an awkward silence as Y/N and Tyler sit in their soaking wet clothes. The only sounds are the squelch of their damp attire and the occasional rumble of distant thunder. When they finally arrive at Y/N's house, Tyler pulls up to the curb and cuts the engine.

"Goodnight," he says curtly, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N stares at him incredulously. "That's it? Goodnight? Tyler, what was all that about back there?"

Tyler's jaw clenches as he grips the steering wheel tightly. "I don't want to talk about it," he mutters, his voice low and strained.

Frustrated and confused, Y/N gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She starts walking towards her house, her wet boots squelching with each step. Tyler watches her go, conflict evident on his face.

Suddenly, as if pulled by an invisible force, Tyler jumps out of the car and rushes after her. He catches up just as she reaches her front door.

"Y/N, wait!" he calls out.

She turns, surprise etched on her features. Before she can say anything, Tyler closes the distance between them. His hands cup her face, fingers tangling in her damp hair, and he crashes his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Y/N freezes for a moment, shocked by Tyler's sudden action. Then, as if a dam has broken, she melts into the kiss, her hands gripping his soaked shirt. The rain continues to fall around them, but neither seems to notice.

When they finally break apart, both breathless, Tyler rests his forehead against Y/N's. His eyes, usually filled with competitive fire, now shine with vulnerability and warmth.

"That's what it was about," he whispers, his voice husky. "I've been fighting this for so long, Y/N. Fighting us. But I can't anymore. Not after today."

Y/N's heart races, her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, a loud crack of thunder makes them both jump.

The sudden thunder reminds them of their rainsoaked state. Y/N shivers slightly, her wet clothes clinging to her skin. Tyler notices and gently cups her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone.

"We should get inside," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're freezing."

Y/N nods, fumbling with her keys as she unlocks the door. As they step inside, the tension between them crackles like the lightning outside. Y/N turns to face Tyler, her heart pounding.

"Tyler, I..." she starts, but words fail her. Instead, she reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.

Tyler catches her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "I know," he says softly. "We've wasted so much time, haven't we?"

Their eyes lock, years of rivalry and unspoken attraction culminating in this moment. Without another word, Y/N pulls Tyler close, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss. As the storm rages outside, they lose themselves in each other, finally giving in to the feelings they've denied for so long.

Tyler's hands roam Y/N's body, his fingers tracing the curves hidden beneath her damp clothes. Y/N gasps as he presses her against the wall, his lips trailing hot kisses down her neck.

"God, Y/N," Tyler groans, his voice husky with desire. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?"

Y/N's response is cut off by a moan as Tyler's hand slips under her shirt, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. She tugs at his wet tshirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

"Off," she demands breathlessly. "Take it off, Tyler."

Tyler obliges, pulling back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head. Y/N's eyes rake over his toned chest, her hands exploring the muscles she's admired from afar for so long.

Their lips crash together again, the kiss deep and hungry. Y/N's legs wrap around Tyler's waist as he lifts her, carrying her towards the bedroom. They stumble slightly, laughing against each other's lips, the tension of years finally breaking.

As they fall onto the bed, clothes are shed hastily, hands exploring newly exposed skin. The storm outside fades into background noise, drowned out by their gasps and moans.

Tyler hovers over Y/N, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Y/N pulls him closer, her nails raking down his back. "I've never been more sure of anything," she breathes.

Tyler's eyes light up with a mischievous glint. He reaches for his bag, pulling out an old Polaroid camera. "You know," he says, his voice low and seductive, "I've always wanted to capture you in a different kind of storm."

Y/N raises an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and excitement dancing in her eyes. "Oh? And what kind of storm would that be, Owens?"

Tyler's gaze travels appreciatively over Y/N's body. "The kind that involves you, some lacy lingerie, and this camera. What do you say, storm chaser? Up for a different kind of thrill?"

The tension in the room shifts, electric with anticipation. Y/N bites her lip, considering the offer. The idea of Tyler capturing her most intimate moments sends a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's lips curve into a seductive smile as she sits up, the sheets falling away to reveal her bare shoulders. "Well, well, Owens. I didn't take you for the artistic type," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But if you think you can handle it, I'm game."

Tyler's breath catches as Y/N saunters towards her dresser, her hips swaying enticingly. She rummages through a drawer, pulling out a delicate, lacy black lingerie set. "How's this for your little photoshoot?" she asks, dangling the garments from her finger.

"Perfect," Tyler manages, his voice husky with anticipation. He watches, mesmerized, as Y/N slips into the lingerie, the sheer fabric clinging to her curves.

Y/N strikes a pose, one hand on her hip, the other running through her tousled hair. "Ready when you are, storm chaser," she teases.

Tyler raises the camera, his hands slightly shaky with excitement. "Show me what you've got, Y/N," he says, a grin spreading across his face.

The room fills with the soft whirring and clicking of the Polaroid camera as Tyler captures Y/N's alluring poses. Each flash illuminates her curves, accentuated by the delicate lace lingerie. Y/N's confidence grows with each shot, her poses becoming bolder and more seductive.

"Damn, Y/N," Tyler breathes, lowering the camera for a moment. His eyes roam appreciatively over her body. "You're even more stunning than I imagined."

Y/N smirks, sauntering towards him. "Oh? So you've imagined this before, have you?" she teases, her fingers trailing down his chest.

Tyler swallows hard, his voice husky as he admits, "More times than I care to count."

As the Polaroids develop, Tyler carefully selects the most captivating one. With a mischievous grin, he slips it into his wallet. "Something to remember this night by," he murmurs, pulling Y/N close for a passionate kiss.

Y/N breaks the kiss, her eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and playfulness. She gently pushes Tyler onto the bed, straddling him as she reaches for the Polaroid camera. "My turn," she purrs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscular chest.

Tyler's breath hitches, his hands settling on Y/N's hips. "What did you have in mind?" he asks, voice rough with anticipation.

Y/N grins mischievously, raising the camera. "Let's just say I want my own little memento of the great Tyler Owens," she teases, snapping a photo of his flushed face and tousled hair.

The air between them crackles with tension as Y/N continues to capture intimate moments, the roles now reversed. Tyler finds himself both nervous and thrilled under her intense gaze.

As Y/N lowers the camera, her eyes lock with Tyler's. The playful atmosphere shifts, charged with an electric intensity. She sets the camera aside, her hands splaying across Tyler's chest.

"You know," she murmurs, leaning in close, "I never thought I'd say this, but you're not half bad, Owens."

Tyler's lips quirk into a smirk, his hands sliding up Y/N's thighs. "Just not half bad? I'm hurt, princess."

Y/N's eyes narrow at the nickname, but there's no real heat behind it. "Don't push your luck," she warns, but her voice is breathy, betraying her arousal.

Tyler suddenly flips them over, pinning Y/N to the bed. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her beneath him, still clad in the lacy lingerie.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he growls, his lips ghosting along her jaw.

Y/N arches into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "The feeling's mutual," she gasps, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

Tyler's lips trail down Y/N's neck, leaving a path of fiery kisses. His hands roam her body, fingertips tracing the delicate lace of her lingerie. Y/N arches into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Tyler," she moans, her nails raking down his back. The sound of his name on her lips sends a shiver through him.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as they meet hers. "God, Y/N," he breathes, "you're incredible."

Y/N smirks, her confidence growing. She hooks a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. "Show me just how incredible you think I am," she challenges, her voice husky with want.

Tyler grins, accepting her challenge with enthusiasm. His hands slide under the lacy fabric, eager to explore every inch of her.

Y/N's breath hitches as Tyler's skilled hands explore her body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever he caresses. She arches into him, craving more contact.

"Tyler," she gasps, her voice breathy with desire. "Don't tease me."

A wicked grin spreads across Tyler's face as he looks up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "But teasing is half the fun, princess," he murmurs, his fingers tracing tantalizingly slow patterns on her skin.

Y/N's eyes narrow at the nickname, a mix of arousal and annoyance flashing in her gaze. "I told you not to call me that," she growls, suddenly flipping their positions so she's straddling him.

Tyler's eyes widen in surprise, then darken with appreciation as he takes in the sight of Y/N above him, her hair tousled and cheeks flushed. "Feisty," he comments, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "I like it."

Y/N leans down, her lips barely brushing against his as she whispers, "You haven't seen anything yet, Owens."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N begins to rock her hips slowly against Tyler's, eliciting a low groan from him. Her fingers trace the contours of his chest, nails lightly scraping against his skin.

"You think you can handle me, Owens?" she purrs, her voice husky with desire.

Tyler's hands grip her waist tighter, his eyes locked on hers. "Bring it on, storm chaser," he challenges, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N leans down, her lips ghosting along his jaw. "Remember," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear, "I always get what I want."

As the tension between them builds, the storm outside seems to fade away, leaving only the electricity crackling between their bodies.

Y/N's movements become more passionate as she rides Tyler, her body undulating in a sensual rhythm. Her lips find his neck, trailing hot, openmouthed kisses along his skin. Tyler groans, his hands gripping her hips tighter as the sensation sends shivers down his spine.

"God, Y/N," he gasps, tilting his head to give her better access.

Y/N smirks against his skin, her tongue darting out to taste him. She peppers kisses all over his neck and jawline, occasionally nipping gently. The combination of her movements and her lips on his skin drives Tyler wild.

His arousal intensifies, and he suddenly flips them over, pinning Y/N beneath him. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at her.

"You're driving me crazy," he growls, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

The air around them is thick with the scent of desire a heady mix of Y/N's light floral perfume and Tyler's musky cologne with notes of amber. As Tyler's lips trail down Y/N's neck, he breathes in her intoxicating scent, a mix of rain from their earlier adventure and something uniquely her.

Y/N arches into Tyler, her skin tingling wherever he touches. His hands roam her body, exploring every curve and dip. When his lips finally meet hers again, the taste is intoxicating a hint of sweetness mixed with the saltiness of sweat.

"You taste amazing," Tyler murmurs against her lips, his voice husky with desire.

Y/N responds by deepening the kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she savors his taste a mix of mint and something distinctly masculine. Her hands explore his broad shoulders and muscular back, feeling the strength beneath his skin.

As their passion builds, every touch, every taste, every scent becomes more intense. The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, punctuated by the occasional rumble of distant thunder.

Tyler's hands glide down Y/N's sides, tracing the curve of her waist and hips. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Y/N's breath catches as his fingers dance along the lace edge of her lingerie.

"Tyler," she gasps, her voice thick with desire. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him closer.

He responds by pressing his hips against hers, the friction eliciting a moan from both of them. The scent of their arousal mingles in the air, heightening their senses.

Y/N's lips find Tyler's neck again, leaving a trail of hot, openmouthed kisses. She breathes in his scent a intoxicating mix of amber, cologne, and the earthy smell of rain still clinging to his skin.

"God, Y/N," Tyler growls, his voice low and husky. "You're driving me wild."

Y/N's fingers tangle in Tyler's hair, pulling him closer as she arches into him. The lace of her lingerie creates a tantalizing friction against their heated skin. Tyler's hand slides down to her thigh, hitching her leg up around his waist.

"Tyler," Y/N moans, her voice breathy with desire. "I need you. Now."

Tyler's eyes lock with hers, dark with passion. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice husky and strained with restraint.

Y/N responds by pulling him into a searing kiss, her body pressing urgently against his. The last vestiges of their rivalry melt away, replaced by an allconsuming need for each other.

As they finally join, the storm outside seems to crescendo, mirroring the intensity of their passion. The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, punctuated by whispered endearments and gasps of ecstasy.

Their bodies move together in a passionate rhythm, the intensity building with each passing moment. Y/N's nails rake down Tyler's back as she loses herself in the sensation. Tyler buries his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

"God, Y/N," he groans, his voice muffled against her skin. "You feel amazing."

Y/N can only respond with a breathy moan, her mind clouded with pleasure. The storm outside seems to fade away, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the creaking of the bed.

As they approach their peak, Tyler lifts his head to look into Y/N's eyes. The connection between them is electric, filled with a mixture of lust and something deeper, something neither of them is ready to name yet.

"Tyler," Y/N gasps, her body trembling on the edge of release. "I'm so close..."

Tyler's movements become more urgent, driven by Y/N's breathless plea. He captures her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he pushes her closer to the edge. Y/N's body arches beneath him, her legs tightening around his waist.

"Let go, Y/N," Tyler whispers against her ear, his voice rough with desire. "I've got you."

With a cry of ecstasy, Y/N tumbles over the edge, her body shuddering with waves of pleasure. The intensity of her release triggers Tyler's own, and he groans deeply as he follows her into bliss.

As they come down from their high, Tyler collapses beside Y/N, pulling her close. Their bodies are slick with sweat, hearts racing in tandem. For a moment, they lie in silence, basking in the afterglow.

Y/N turns her head to look at Tyler, a mix of satisfaction and wonder in her eyes. "That was..." she trails off, unable to find the right words.

Tyler grins, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah," he agrees, "it was."

The room falls into a comfortable silence, broken only by their gradually steadying breaths. Y/N's fingers trace lazy patterns on Tyler's chest, her mind still hazy from their passionate encounter. Tyler's arm tightens around her waist, pulling her closer.

"You know," Y/N murmurs, her voice still slightly breathless, "I never thought I'd end up here with you, of all people."

Tyler chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Life's full of surprises, isn't it?" he replies, his fingers playing with a strand of her hair. "Especially in our line of work."

Y/N props herself up on an elbow, looking down at Tyler with a mixture of curiosity and lingering desire. "Speaking of work," she says, a mischievous glint in her eye, "what do you say we make the most of this storm?"

Tyler's eyebrow quirks up, a slow grin spreading across his face. "What did you have in mind, storm chaser?"

Tyler's expression softens as he gazes at Y/N, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "You know," he begins, his voice low and tender, "I've got a confession to make."

Y/N tilts her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Oh? What's that, Owens?"

Tyler takes a deep breath, his thumb brushing softly over her cheekbone. "I've been in love with you since we were kids," he admits, his voice filled with emotion. "I love the way you furrow your eyebrows and pace when you're confused. I love how you bite your lip when you're anxious. Even those days when your hair is all crazy especially those days."

Y/N's eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. Tyler continues, his words tumbling out faster now. "I know we're on different teams, but baby, I notice everything about you. I fucking love you, Y/N. I always have."

The room falls silent as Y/N processes his words, her heart racing. After what feels like an eternity, a smile breaks across her face, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Tyler," she whispers, "I love you too. I think I always have."

Tyler pulls her close, capturing her lips in a kiss that's both tender and passionate. As they break apart, both breathless and grinning, the storm outside begins to calm, mirroring the peace that's settled between them. Their rivalry has transformed into something beautiful, something neither of them expected but both now cherish.

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 4

content warning: mentions of sexual coercion (may be triggering to some so I marked the area where I talk about this subject with 🎧, the story will still make sense if you have to skip it), the word assault is used once in regards to Miguel’s situation at the party, fluff to make up for the last part, Miguel’s biological father is Tyler Stone here but he IS NOT comic book Miguel physically by ANY MEANS 😭, the progression might be a little fast?? I hope not though I want them to kith 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽, a little suggestive at one part but nothing serious

word count: 2.4k (at this point y'all...you must know that I like telling stories because wtf), kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who set his alarm for 8 am the next morning. It rings long enough for his roommate to get up and shove him in his side.

“Shit. Sorry,” Miguel groans. His head is splitting and he feels like he’s been run over.

“Coming in at ass o’clock in the morning and letting your alarm ring past 12 rings? What happened to my roomie?” Peter muses, scratching is stomach. His own eyes are tired as he blinks at Miguel’s body slumped against the bed.

“A party that I should’ve never gone to,” Miguel says, bringing the ends of his palms to his eyes and breathing deep. “Nothing went how I wanted it to.”

“It looks to me that you got everything you wanted,” Peter yawned, going to grab a water from the mini fridge. He handed it to Miguel who thanked him and emptied the whole thing in one go.

“I left a girl that I really liked alone there,” Miguel replies, voice broken. “Was stuck in a room with a bunch of girls I didn’t even know. I was gone way too long and she left.”

“Shit, O’Hara,” Peter said, eyebrows raised. “Did they do anything to you?”

“No. After they realized I wasn’t trying to do anything, they just tried to bring the party upstairs. I didn’t get back downstairs until two hours later.”

“Did you reach out to your girl, at least?”

Miguel reached for his phone, “She texted me when she left and I texted back later.”

He looked at his phone, going to your messages. “And still no reply.”

“Can you blame her?” Peter asked, getting back in his own bed. “If I left my girlfriend anywhere while we’re out, she would literally have my head on a wall.”

Miguel wanted to cry. How could he fuck up something so badly?

He sighed as he brought his knees up, resting his arms on his knees. He put his head on his arms, trying to think.

“What should I do? I really like her,” he asks, voice watery.

“Not to be that guy, but there’s no time like the present,” Peter says. “Tell her the truth. Explain things to her. If you’re feeling that awful, do something for her.”

Miguel sniffles and groans out, deciding to get up.

“You’re right,” he says. “No time like the present.”

GymRat!Miguel who grabs a light breakfast and gets straight to work. He thanks the universe that his mom packed a bunch of aimless art supplies in one of his bins. He gets to crafting, putting his heart into everything. He’s freshening up, spraying on cologne, bringing out the slacks that make his ass look great, tightening his belt, fixing his hair. He tightens up so well that even Peter whistles when he walks out of the bathroom. He grabs his craft and goes off campus to a store, buying a few snacks, a circus animal cookie plush, and a gatorade in case you happened to be a little hungover too. He even goes the extra mile and finds a cute apology card. If anything, he hope you could get a laugh out if it.

GymRat!Miguel who makes his way to your dorm building, some guy letting him in after he saw him lingering around the door like a kicked puppy. He thanks him profusely and runs up the stairs to your door. He stands outside in the hallway for a minute and catches his breath, trying to still his beating heart. He gives a light knock, hoping you were there.

The door opens, revealing another girl who looks Miguel up and down with a scowl. Her hand is on her hip and her bonnet moves with her head as she stares Miguel down.

Miguel stutters, asking if you were there.

“Maybe, depending on what you’re about to say next,” she says.

“Look, can you tell her that I’m deeply sorry. I should have never left her alone last night. She didn’t deserve that. I apologize for even accepting the invitation to go. I should have known better. Nothing was worth me staying upstairs that long. Can I just- please, let me just talk to her,” Miguel pleads, desperate.

Your roommate just goes “hmph” under her breath and closes the door in his face.

Miguel’s arms drop and he gapes at the door like a fish. He’s willing to stand here until you have to come out, but isn’t sure what to do.

Just when he considers knocking again, the door swings open again and you’re standing there in a giant t-shirt and pajama pants with pokeman balls printed on them. A giant blanket is wrapped around your body.

You look at him, eyes cautious, “Jess said you were groveling. I’ll give you 5 minutes of my precious time. Something you clearly know how to waste.”

You sounded hurt and Miguel felt like dying.

He takes a deep breath calls out your name.

“I am so sorry for leaving you the other night. It was extremely fucked up, especially when I made sure that you could come. Anything could have happened to you and it was careless of me to not see that. I promise you my mom raised me better,” he says, looking down at your face.

You just crossed your arms and scrunched your mouth up. Even now, Miguel was still infatuated with you.

“I’m glad that you understand how fucked up that was. I was worried about you. I waited. For hours. I didn’t know anyone there and it was nerve wracking,” you say, words coming out like ice.

“I know and I apologize. Truly. Please just,” Miguel hands you his gifts. A gift bag full of the goodies he bought and an origami flower bouquet with a few lilies of the valley sprinkled throughout. A flower for renewal. A flower that he hopes speaks to you. “Please accept this and my honest apology.”

You look down at the flowers, taken aback. “Did you make these?” you ask, a little awed.

Miguel rubs one of his wrists, completely nervous, “Yes, I did. The lilies are real, though.”

“Well, obviously, Miguel,” you laugh softly at him. You start to go through the bag, heart warming at his initial gift.

“If you’ll accept my apology, I really would like to try taking you out. Again,” he says, shifting his weight to another leg.

“Wasn’t aware that last night was a date but slow down, tiger. I didn’t say I would forgive you yet.”

“Right!”

You took out the cookie plushie, cursing in your head about how cute it was. He really did know you. You kept going, heart melting the further in the bag you got. You finally got to the card, taking it out of the envelope.

You laugh at the cute seal, “You were an ‘ice hole.’”

Miguel heart sings at your laugh, happy that you were finding joy in this somehow.

You start to read the card, eyes wandering the page. His heart is hammering. Not only did he write his heart out, he dropped his confession of love like for you at the end. Whether or not you accepted it would make or break the rest of Miguel’s week.

Your eyes slowly drifted and you started to blink faster.

“Our time together has been short, but I think of you day and night. I dream about you. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your touch. It sounds sudden and cheesy but none of these parts of you escape my mind. I’m not sure what it felt like for you, but as soon as I was lucky enough to be graced with you in my lab group, I was stuck. To me, you lit up the room. I want to continue to explore that light, if you are willing to have me. May you please forgive me and consider going out with me?”

“If this feels like too much, I completely understand and I’ll-”

“Shut up,” you say, eyes teary. “Do you really mean this, Miguel?”

He stares at you, itching to reach out and hug you, “Every word.”

You wipe at your cheeks, a little overwhelmed. “Come here, you big goof.”

Miguel practically teleports the short distance, wrapping his arms around you. You sniffle in his chest, warmed up in his arms.

“I forgive you,” you say, words muffled into his shirt. “Just don’t ever do that shit again.”

He brings his hand to his head in a salute, “I won’t. Scout’s honor.”

“Of course you were a Boy Scout,” you say, giggling as you look up at him. He smelled really good and looked delectable. If you were weaker, you would have answered the door instead of Jess and filled the hallway with obscenities.

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“Tell me though,” you say, trying to ground yourself. “What does one do when he leaves me for two hours?”

Miguel felt a groan in his chest, “Those girls were trying to do some weird harem thing. I was stuck in a room telling them no, trying to drink my way out of there. They kept trying to add more people to the mix, thinking I would go along with it. I didn’t want a case on my hands so it took me a while to get out of there without force.”

You went rigid in his arms, “Oh my god, Miguel!That’s assault.”

“Nothing crazy happened. I made sure that none of them got handsy.”

You bring your hand to his face, “That’s great, but there was still alcohol involved, which makes that coercion. Did you tell anyone about this?”

“Just my roommate, Peter. He sounded a little worried, but we were more focused on getting me to this point with you.”

You remove yourself from his arms and step back into your dorm.

“Stay right here. The council needs to discuss and Jess is on the Student Association,” you say, leaving a crack in the door.

GymRat!Miguel who is sat on the floor of your dorm room and explained the implications of what he went through. Jess ensures him that she’ll get somebody on the case despite Miguel saying that he was ok. You both ensure him that nothing will happen on his end and that this should stop those girls from doing this to anyone else in the future. Miguel is on board with that and you give him one more tight hug.

“Although you didn’t have to, I wish you would have told me. I would have came barging through those doors,” you say, a frown on your face.

“Really, it’s fine. I feel a little silly going along with the whole ordeal anyway.”

“None of that is your fault though, Miguel. You didn’t know what they were going to do or what they were trying to do,” you say, voice firm.

Miguel was enamored by your passion, “Thank you for saying that. If it helps, my father is Tyler Stone.”

Jess turns her body completely to you both on the floor, mouth dropping in shock, “Oh yeah, that entire organization is getting shut down.”

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GymRat!Miguel who walks you out of your dorm, hand in hand with you. You two agreed on a nice coffee date. Something light after so much turmoil. You looked adorable, running around the room frantic and getting all dolled up just for him. He’s happy that he was able to work things out.

GymRat!Miguel who sits across from you, rubbing your hand with his thumb as you both sip your drinks. He begs for bites of your chocolate cake and you roll your eyes and feed it to him, a little shy at the PDA.

GymRat!Miguel who explains his family tree to you. You're still shocked at the Tyler Stone name drop. You're empathetic to his situation, agreeing with how tough it was to find out someone you knew for so long wasn't your actual father. He assures you that he's settled with the feelings for now, just happy to still have a connection with both of his dads and his mom. Plus, the money Tyler sends him was not anything to be sad over.

GymRat!Miguel who learns of your dating history. You've had a boyfriend and few meaningless dates. As you describe how he treated you, it makes sense that you were ready to completely block Miguel out of your life. Who stands up their prom date that they did a promposal for?

GymRat!Miguel who takes you shopping at the bookstore. Letting you get just about anything. Some romance books? Grab it. A plushie? Of course. A Beyoncé vinyl? No need to even ask. He was happy following you around the store as you squealed over certain things. Your eyes twinkled as you explained a series about a deaf girl falling in love and her boyfriend learning sign language to communicate with her. Miguel responds accordingly, humming at whatever you say.

GymRat!Miguel who feels crazy watching you eat a strawberry ring pop that he got from candy machine. You placed it on your left ring finger and he watched as your lips kept puckering around the crown of the candy diamond, taking it to the hilt and pushing it back out. Your tongue would come out occasionally as you slid the candy down it.

"Is it good?" he asks, mind in the gutter.

"Mm hm," you say, a smile on your face, ring pop popping from your mouth.

Lord help Miguel.

GymRat!Miguel who opens his car door for you. He also reaches across and buckles your seatbelt for you, body close to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who walks you to your dorm room, hand still in yours. You both linger there for a moment, taking in each other's space. You peer up at Miguel with those Bambi eyes again.

"I had a really great time with you Miguel," you say, holding your new bag to your chest. "I'm glad you came here this morning."

"I'm glad too," Miguel says looking at you, hearts in his eyes.

You bite your lip, rocking on your feet before you decide to do something.

You reach up on your tip toes and kiss Miguel on his cheek.

He stares at you, shocked. He stares at you a little longer, then begins to lean down. You get excited, hoping that he'll do what you were scared to do.

Jess swings the door open, "Aht aht! Come on inside, girl."

Miguel stands straight, face in flames.

"Good night, Miguel," you say, cheeks feeling hot.

"Good night," Miguel watches as Jess smirks at him before she closes the door.

GymRat!Miguel who floats all the way back to his dorm. Peter grins and tussles with him in excitement after taking in Miguel's appearance. He texts Gabriel while he gets ready for bed:

"When have I ever lost?"

"I kicked your ass in Mario Party last week but go off Ig"

"🖕🏽"

"🫰🏽"

Miguel went to sleep once more, having thoughts of you.

dividers by: @yeribbon 🩵

a/n: I’m almost certain that this is the LAST time something this serious happens in this series. It will be pretty fluffy for a while...I think 🫣

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[rootedinrevisions]

Kinktober 2024: Day 8

SUMMARY: When Tyler stumbles upon your curiosity about rope and bondage, your relationship takes an unexpected turn into a world of trust and exploration.

PROMPT: "Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

KINK: Rope / Bondage (accidentally put a little bit of a praise kink in there too so we are going to go with it.)

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. (Bondage. Femal Receiving Oral. P in V. Unprotected Sex.)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

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If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! (I currently have one for Glen Powell & His Characters, One for Bradley/Rooster now, and then a third for WWE/Wrestling. I also can create one for Bucky & other MCU characters if there's interest for more of those characters!)

It was a quiet night, the two of you curled up on the couch in the living room of Tyler’s farmhouse. The soft glow of the TV lit the room, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. Tyler had one arm around you, absently running his hand up and down your arm as you watched TV, feeling the comfort of his presence. 

You had your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through pictures when Tyler leaned over, trying to show you something funny on his own phone. 

In that brief moment, he caught a glimpse of your screen—specifically, a tab you’d left open, a blog post or two about bondage and rope work. 

You froze when you realized what he’d seen.

“What's that?” he asked, his voice curious, not judgmental.

Your heart skipped a beat as you fumbled to close the tab. “Oh, um… nothing, just… something I was reading.”

Tyler sat back, studying your face with that calm expression of his. “It didn’t look like nothing.”

You bit your lip, the warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck. He wasn’t pushing, but the way his green eyes held yours told you he wanted to talk about it if you were willing. You had trusted Tyler with a lot over the six months of your relationship, but this was something you’d kept to yourself, unsure of how to bring it up—or if you even wanted to.

“It’s just… something I’ve been curious about,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know how to talk about it.”

Tyler’s brows furrowed, but not in a concerned way—in that thoughtful way he got when he was trying to understand something important. He gently took the phone from your hands and set it aside, shifting so he could focus on you completely. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady, “you don’t have to be embarrassed. If it’s something you’re interested in, we can talk about it.”

Your pulse quickened at the openness in his tone. 

“I’ve been reading some…well a lot about, you know, bondage… like rope stuff. It’s just—” you hesitated, trying to find the right words, “I’ve never done anything like that, but I think I might want to try it. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

Tyler nodded slowly, his gaze warm and understanding. 

“You know I’d never judge you for anything like that, right? I’m glad you’re telling me.” He paused for a moment, leaning closer, his voice gentle but steady. “If you want to try it, we can figure it out together. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Relief washed over you at his response. You hadn’t been sure how Tyler would react, but his calmness and willingness to explore this with you made you feel safer than ever. 

“I’m definitely curious,” you admitted, “but I don’t want it to be weird.”

Tyler smiled softly, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “It won’t be weird. We just need to make sure we communicate and set some boundaries, so you feel safe the whole time.”

You nodded, your nerves slowly easing as the conversation flowed more naturally. “I guess I just want to… I don’t know, try it out in a way that doesn’t feel too intense.”

“Okay,” Tyler said, his voice even. “We can start slow. How about we keep it simple and see how you feel?”

The fact that he was being so considerate made you feel more confident. “I think I’d like that.”

Later that night, after a long conversation about boundaries and what you both were comfortable with, you found yourselves in the bedroom. The mood had shifted—not in a hurried or anxious way, but in a sense of anticipation.

Tyler stood in front of you, holding a length of soft rope in his hands, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of doubt. “You ready?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

But as soon as you spoke, Tyler’s gaze lingered on you, noticing the slight tension in your posture, the way your shoulders were still a little stiff. He could sense your hesitation, even if you were trying to push through it.

“Hey,” Tyler said softly, setting the rope down on the bed. “Before we go any further, I want to make sure you’re really comfortable. You’re still nervous, aren’t you?”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Yeah, a little. I guess I’m overthinking it a little.”

Tyler smiled gently, stepping closer until his body was just inches from yours. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin. “It’s okay. We don’t have to rush anything.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips—slow and deliberate, giving you time to focus on the warmth of the moment instead of your nerves. You responded, feeling yourself slowly ease into the kiss, your worries beginning to melt under the steady, comforting rhythm of his lips.

Tyler deepened the kiss slightly, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. His touch was gentle, but firm enough to ground you in the moment. As his lips moved against yours, he gradually began trailing soft kisses down your jawline, then lower, until his mouth found the delicate skin of your neck.

He lingered there, his lips brushing against your pulse, and then he began gently sucking, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch. His other hand slid down your side, resting on your waist as his thumb traced lazy circles against your skin, a soothing motion that contrasted with the heat of his mouth on your neck.

You felt your body start to loosen under his touch, the tension slowly giving way to a warm, relaxed sensation. Your heartbeat, which had been racing with nervousness just moments ago, began to settle into a more steady rhythm.

“Better?” Tyler asked softly between kisses, his voice vibrating against your neck.

You hummed in response, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you leaned into him. “Yeah… a lot better.”

Tyler pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “Good. We can keep going slow,” he murmured.

Tyler turned you gently, standing behind you as his hands ran along your arms before reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“Let’s get this off first,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he began to lift it over your head. He moved slowly, giving you time to stop him if you weren’t ready, but you didn’t. You felt safe with him, wrapped up in the warmth of his presence. As the fabric fell to the floor, Tyler’s eyes took in every inch of you, and a soft smile played on his lips. 

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, stepping closer. 

His hands were gentle, fingertips grazing your bare skin as he moved to undo the clasp of your bra. Every touch was careful. When the bra came off, Tyler’s eyes never left yours, even as he took in the sight of your body. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t trying to move things along too quickly. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then another, letting his lips trail over your skin in a way that made you feel cherished.

His hands slid down to the waistband of your pants, and once again, he moved slowly, carefully. He guided them down over your hips, letting them pool at your feet before helping you step out of them. Now, standing in nothing but your underwear, you felt vulnerable, but in a way that was freeing rather than frightening. Tyler’s hands came to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration. His gaze was soft yet filled with desire, but there was no rush in his movements—just patience, as if he had all the time in the world to appreciate you.

Tyler kissed you again, slow and sweet, as his hands came up to cradle your face. When he finally pulled away, he reached for the rope again, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Your heart was beating faster now, but not from nerves—from excitement, from the safety you felt in his presence. 

“I’m sure,” you whispered back.

Tyler’s smile deepened, filled with warmth and reassurance. He moved slowly, carefully, letting you watch every step as he gently guided your wrists in front of you. “If you want to stop at any time,” Tyler said, his voice low but full of sincerity, “just say the word, and we’ll stop, no questions.”

You appreciated his reassurance, feeling the warmth of his hands on your skin as he looped the rope around your wrists, the sensation of the fibers pressing softly but securely against your skin. It wasn’t tight, just firm enough to give you a sense of being held.

As he continued to tie the rope, he kept glancing up, checking your expression for any sign of discomfort. “How’s that feel?”

You flexed your hands slightly, testing the bonds. 

“It’s… good,” you said, surprised at how calming it actually felt. The softness of the rope, coupled with Tyler’s slow, deliberate motions, made you feel secure rather than restrained.

With a reassuring smile, Tyler placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before softly guiding you back toward the bed. His hands on your waist were tender, his movements slow and purposeful. He helped you lie down, positioning you carefully on your back, making sure you were comfortable the entire time.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes locking onto yours. The concern and care in his voice made your heart swell.

"Good," you whispered, feeling both safe and excited. "I'm okay."

"Good," Tyler echoed, his thumb brushing along your side in a comforting gesture. "You just keep telling me if anything feels too much, okay?"

You nodded, trusting him completely as he reached for your bound wrists, lifting them gently. Tyler's hands were careful and deliberate as he placed your wrists above your head, aligning them with the headboard.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I kind of like you like this. So trusting, so sexy." 

His voice was low, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible. After securing your wrists to the headboard, Tyler paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you with appreciation. 

He reached down, cupping your face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word."

You met his eyes, feeling the intensity of his care, his desire to make sure you were comfortable every step of the way. 

"I trust you," you said softly, and you meant it. There was no fear in this moment, only the thrilling excitement of being so deeply connected to him.

Tyler smiled, his expression softening as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The kiss was slow, intimate, as if he was pouring all his admiration for you into that single moment. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"You look so stunning," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You don’t know what you do to me."

His words made heat rise in your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile. The vulnerability of being tied up like this felt surprisingly natural with him, the fear fading under the constant reassurance he gave you.

Tyler’s hands moved lower, grazing softly over your sides and down your hips. He took his time, letting his fingers explore your skin, always mindful of your comfort. He leaned down, pressing light kisses to your collarbone, your shoulders, and then lower still, his mouth trailing over your chest in a way that made your heart race.

Every movement was slow, deliberate, designed to make you feel cherished and desired. The tension in your body melted away with each kiss, your nervousness easing under his touch.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and thick with admiration. "Every part of you."

Tyler’s lips continued their slow, teasing exploration of your body, but his hands never left the ropes, making sure they weren’t too tight, making sure you were always comfortable.

As his kisses deepened, his hands moved back to your waist, holding you in place gently. The softness of his touch, paired with the secure feeling of the ropes, made you feel more connected to him than ever before. The experience was intimate, but not in the rushed, overwhelming way you had feared. It was slow, careful, and full of trust.

"You’re doing so well," Tyler said again, his voice husky with both pride and desire.

Tyler's eyes never left yours as he took a deep breath, his hands still resting gently on your hips. His expression was soft, full of tenderness and understanding. 

“You’re still okay?” he asked quietly, his voice a gentle murmur that filled the quiet room.

You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest from how attentive he was. “I’m good,” you whispered, your voice steady with trust.

Tyler smiled, the corners of his mouth curving up as his thumb brushed lightly over your hip. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words making your heart flutter in your chest.

With another nod, you took a deep breath, focusing on the steady, calming rhythm of Tyler’s presence. Slowly, he slid his hands down from your hips, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. His eyes flicked to yours again, silently asking for permission. You could see the care in his gaze, the way he was waiting for you to give him the go-ahead before continuing.

When you gave him a small, reassuring smile, Tyler’s lips quirked up in response. He hooked his fingers gently into the fabric and, with careful movements, began to slide your underwear down your thighs, taking his time as if he didn’t want to rush a single second. The fabric skimmed your skin, and with every inch, Tyler’s hands stayed gentle and soft, his gaze never leaving you.

He carefully placed your underwear aside, his hands returning to your thighs. His fingers danced lightly along your skin, tracing patterns that sent warmth spreading through you. Tyler’s touch was as gentle as ever, but there was a new layer of intimacy now, a deepening connection that had you feeling closer to him than you ever had before.

He shifted slightly, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin along your inner thighs. His lips were feather-light, each kiss deliberate and slow, as if he was savoring every moment. 

“God, I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his voice barely audible but full of affection.

The warmth of his mouth against your skin made you shiver, but not from nerves—this time, it was pure anticipation, mixed with the overwhelming sense of trust that filled the air between you.

As Tyler continued to kiss you softly, the teasing energy between you sparked something deeper. He pulled away just enough to study your expression, and a playful glint flickered in his eyes. 

“You’re doing so well with your hands restrained,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Would you like to try something more?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, excitement and nervousness swirling within you.

"Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same," he said with that beautiful smirk on his face.

"Yes." You nodded, the thrill of surrender igniting your senses even further.

With a gentle smile, Tyler moved down the bed, his hands exploring your ankles as he took more of the soft ropes in hand. 

“Just a little more, I promise,” he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your fluttering nerves.

He carefully secured one ankle to the corner of the bed, followed by the other. The sensation of being spread out, fully exposed to him, sent a shiver through your body. You were entirely at his mercy, and the trust you had in him wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

As Tyler secured your ankles to the corners of the bed, you felt a rush of vulnerability wash over you. Being completely spread out for him—your hands above your head and your legs restrained—was an exhilarating but intimidating experience. A flutter of shyness crept in, making your cheeks heat up. You felt exposed in a way that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Tyler noticed immediately, the way your breath quickened and your gaze darted away. A warm smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with understanding. 

“Hey,” he murmured, leaning closer so that his forehead nearly brushed against yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that, right? Just look at you.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, dispelling the shyness that had crept in. Encouraged, you met his gaze, finding comfort in the way he looked at you—full of desire and admiration.

With that, Tyler began kissing you again, starting with a gentle peck on your lips. He trailed his mouth down your body, his kisses soft and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. He knew where you were sensitive; his lips danced along your collarbone, making you shiver, then traveled down to the gentle curve of your breast. Each kiss was laced with reverence as he whispered sweet reassurances.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed against your skin, his warm breath sending another wave of heat through you.

He continued his exploration, trailing kisses along your sides, lingering at your waist before moving lower. 

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the sensitive skin just above your hips, sending delicious shivers coursing through you.

Your breath caught as he reached the soft skin of your thighs, each kiss igniting a fire within you. The way he worshipped your body with his words and touch made you forget your earlier shyness, replacing it with a sense of belonging and empowerment.

“I’m so lucky to have you here, trusting me like this,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he paused, his voice low and sincere.

The intensity of his gaze held you captive, and you could see the genuine affection in his eyes. With each kiss, he reassured you of your beauty, every word reaffirming the bond of trust you had built together.

“You really are perfect,” he murmured, stepping back to admire the way you lay before him. The sight of you, bound and vulnerable, stirred something primal within him, a protective urge mixed with a deep desire to cherish and please you.

With a playful grin, Tyler knelt between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve ending in your body. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he began to explore the area between your legs with deliberate attention. Each stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making you arch your back and pull against the restraints.

A desperate whimper escaped your lips, the feeling of wanting to touch him overwhelming. You instinctively tried to lift your hands and tangle your fingers in his hair, but the ropes kept your movements restrained, leaving you both frustrated and yearning.

“Tyler,” you gasped, your body instinctively seeking more as you squirmed against the bindings, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. The sight of him, focused entirely on you, heightened the anticipation, and the intensity of the moment enveloped you completely.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, the teasing lilt in his voice sending another wave of heat rushing through you. His mouth continued its work, the sensations building again as he expertly brought you closer to that precipice of pleasure, making you forget the world around you.

You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the need for release mounting as he continued his ministrations. The way he expertly maneuvered between pleasure and teasing only heightened your desperation, and your body strained against the ropes, seeking more of him.

With each flick of his tongue and soft kiss, Tyler kept you right at the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting. You were completely his, bound in more ways than one, and the mixture of trust, desire, and anticipation enveloped you like a warm embrace.

“Just a little longer, then I’ll let you finish, beautiful,” he murmured, locking eyes with you as he teased you closer to that edge once again.

As you lay there, wrists and ankles restrained, you watched Tyler intently, your heart racing in anticipation. His eyes remained on you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he stood at the edge of the bed. With deliberate slowness, he reached for the buttons on his shirt, his fingers working each one free with a maddening calm. The fabric parted, revealing the toned skin beneath, and with a shrug, he let the shirt slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor.

You instinctively pulled against the restraints, wanting nothing more than to reach out, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your hands. Your fingers itched to trace the lines of his chest, to be the one undressing him. But the bindings held firm, keeping you in place, leaving you helpless to do anything but watch. And it drove you wild.

Tyler’s gaze flickered over you, noticing the subtle tug of your wrists, the way your legs shifted ever so slightly against the bindings. His smirk deepened, and a flicker of something darker and more teasing passed through his eyes. 

He could see how much you wanted him—how badly you wanted to be the one pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours. And it thrilled him.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” His voice was a low rumble, teasing but soft, as he undid his belt with a slow, tantalizing pull. The leather slid free, and the soft clink of the buckle echoed in the room.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat, your eyes glued to him as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips, revealing the strong lines of his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him standing before you in just his boxers, his body exuding confidence and calm control.

The sight of him had your pulse racing, and you tugged at the restraints again, a soft, involuntary whine escaping your lips as frustration and desire mingled. Tyler noticed and chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill through you.

“I love how much you want me,” he murmured, stepping closer to the bed. He leaned down, his hands resting on either side of your head as he hovered over you. “How much you’re pulling at those ropes… needing to touch me.”

His lips brushed yours, barely a whisper of contact, before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were filled with a heady mix of affection and lust, making your heart pound even harder.

“You know,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “The way you look at me right now… makes it so hard to take my time.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you felt the tension in your body coil tighter, the anticipation growing. Tyler’s gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he straightened, standing tall as he slid his boxers down and kicked them aside. He was fully exposed now, and the sight of him made your breath hitch. You wanted him more than ever, wanted to feel him, to close the gap between you.

But Tyler wasn’t done teasing you. He glanced down at your wrists and ankles, still bound to the bed, then back at you with a sly grin. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly, a playful edge in his voice. “And I think I kind of like that.”

Your body strained against the restraints, the desire to reach for him almost overwhelming. But Tyler only seemed to enjoy it more—the sight of you wanting him so badly, needing his touch. 

He leaned down again, brushing his lips against your forehead before whispering, “I’m not going to rush. I want to savor this… savor you.”

His words left you trembling with anticipation as he shifted his attention back to you, his touch slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours.

Tyler’s hands moved slowly and carefully as he undid the restraints around your ankles, his touch gentle as ever, checking in with you, making sure you were still okay. His eyes searched yours for any hesitation, but the trust between you was undeniable. You nodded, signaling that you were ready, and he smiled softly, running his thumb over your skin before positioning himself between your legs.

He lowered himself over you, aligning his body with yours as his tip brushed against your entrance. A shiver ran through you at the anticipation of what was coming. Slowly, he began to push inside, and your body reacted immediately, your head rolling back against the pillow as you felt him stretch you. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and Tyler stilled for a moment, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. His lips lingered against yours, comforting and grounding you as your body adjusted.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice low and soothing. “You’ve taken me before. You can take me now.”

His reassurance settled in your chest, easing the slight tension that had built up. Once he was fully inside, Tyler paused, giving you the time to adjust, his hands gently running along your sides. His eyes were locked onto yours, filled with nothing but affection and care. Brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face, he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

Those words made your heart swell, and you smiled softly at him. Then, with a slow roll of his hips, Tyler began to move. The sensation of him filling you so completely, combined with the trust that lingered in the air, had you arching your back, and instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

Tyler groaned softly as you brought your hips up to meet his, finding a rhythm together that made your entire body come alive. The tension in the restraints around your wrists heightened the sensations, the slight pull against them making every movement feel more intense. You could feel the headboard creaking, your hands tugging instinctively against the ropes, desperate to touch him, but at the same time, you loved the restraint, the vulnerability, the way Tyler held you so securely even though you couldn’t move.

Tyler’s eyes flashed with something primal as he noticed, the creaking of the bed and the way you responded to him only fueling his desire. 

“You’re so incredible like this,” he breathed out, his voice strained with pleasure as he picked up his pace. “I love seeing you… feeling you like this.”

Your body responded to his every move, meeting his thrusts with a passion that left you breathless. The heat between you intensified, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through your body, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Tyler’s name left your lips in soft, desperate whispers as you pulled tighter against the restraints, craving even more of him, every inch of his presence and his touch.

Tyler’s hips never faltered, his control evident even as he groaned your name, his pace steady yet filled with raw intensity. The creaking of the bed only grew louder, a testament to the growing tension and passion between you. Tyler's gaze remained fixed on you, his body pressed against yours as he leaned down again, kissing you deeply, making sure you knew that you were everything he needed, everything he wanted.

The trust, the intimacy, the love—it all intertwined in that moment, leaving you both breathless and completely wrapped up in one another.

Tyler’s movements became more urgent as he sensed the shift in you, his thrusts deeper, more purposeful, as he felt your body tightening around him. The sound of your breathing, faster now, mixed with the soft gasps that escaped your lips. You were right on the edge, the sensation building rapidly until it finally crashed over you like a wave. Your body trembled, your release washing through you with an intensity that had you arching into him, tightening around him in the process.

The sensation of you squeezing him so tightly sent Tyler over the edge as well. His thrusts grew uneven as a groan ripped from his throat, his body quivering with need. He pulled out quickly, one hand wrapping around himself as he pumped a few more times, the release so close. With a low growl, he came, his warmth spilling onto your stomach and chest in thick, pulsing waves. The pleasure left him breathless, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as he collapsed beside you on the bed, both of you gasping for air.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies completely spent as you lay there side by side, basking in the afterglow. 

Tyler turned his head toward you, his eyes soft with affection as he reached up, his fingers gently untying the knots that held your hands. The rope loosened and finally fell away, and you sighed in relief, rubbing your wrists gently.

“I’ll be right back,” Tyler murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he slipped off the bed. 

He walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. Without a word, he began gently cleaning your stomach and chest, his touch tender and caring. He wiped away any remnants of his release, his movements slow and deliberate, making sure you were comfortable. Once he was satisfied, he took the washcloth back to the bathroom, leaving you to relax in the quiet stillness of the room.

When he returned, Tyler climbed back onto the bed, a contented smile on his face. He reached down for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it up over both of you as he slid in next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close to him as you nestled against his chest, your head resting just above his heart. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of peace, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his thumb brushing soothing circles over your arm.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Tyler whispered, his voice filled with warmth. 

He pulled you even closer, his body completely relaxed now as he held you in his arms. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, surrounded by the quiet comfort of the night.

With the blanket cocooning you both, and Tyler’s arms wrapped securely around you, you let out a content sigh, feeling utterly safe and loved in his embrace.

As you lay in Tyler's arms, the comforting silence wrapping around you, he gently shifted his hand to your wrists, his fingers tracing the areas where the ropes had been. His touch was featherlight, careful as he ran his thumb over the tender skin, checking for any sign of discomfort.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "I didn’t hurt you, did I? Were they too tight?"

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "No, it was great. I... I really enjoyed it."

But even as you spoke, a small flicker of self-consciousness settled in. You bit your lip, unsure for a moment, wondering if maybe Tyler hadn’t enjoyed it as much as you had. It was something you’d been curious about, something new for both of you, but what if he hadn’t felt the same spark? What if it wasn’t as good for him?

Tyler sensed the slight change in your expression, the way your gaze briefly dropped, and he shifted to look at you more fully. 

"Hey," he murmured gently, tipping your chin up with his fingers so you’d meet his eyes. "What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

You hesitated before finally voicing your worry, your voice soft. "Did you... enjoy it? I mean, was it okay for you?"

For a split second, Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise, before a soft laugh rumbled from his chest. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin. 

"Okay?" he repeated, his voice teasing as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Seeing you like that, was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Of course I enjoyed it."

The sincerity in his voice made warmth bloom in your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile. His words reassured you more than you expected, and the tension you’d been holding onto melted away.

Tyler grinned, the mood lightening between you as he lay back beside you, his hand tracing lazy patterns over your arm. 

"Where do you think I learned to tie knots like that?" he asked with a playful wink.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his tone. "Oh, I don’t know… where?"

He laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Rodeo days. I used to ride bulls, remember? I know my way around a rope."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his casual confidence. "Of course. Should have known I was in expert hands."

[yeta-drewit]

Wenclair fic recommendations

I’ve read way too many. About 115.

Also all of this are finished fanfics. I believe.

Edit- yes this are all in ao3 and I did this at like 3 am so I didn’t put links and I’m too lazy to change it now.

MY TOP ONES

-Hunting season by gobreakaneck. OMG THIS FIC, a season 2 fic, angst to the max, slow burn to the max BUT REALLY GOOD SHIT. Like it’s good guys trust. Unfortunately it’s part one of a series so yk I was left crying for more at the end.

-Yours, Eurydice by hanjisgirlfriend- SAD AND CELEBRITY AU. Enid is an actor, Wednesday is a famous writer and they are neighbors and they share letters with pen names because they don’t want the public to know. ITS CUTE.

-I pledge to you (my blood and soul) by Whatiscolor. WRITER OF THIS FIC I WANT TO TROW HANDS. This is genuinely one of the saddest fics I’ve read. Forced marriage Au WITH A LOT OF ANGST. I’m not joking I cried. Angst was angsting.

-Purgatory would be beautiful with you by Emilywritesatuff- Just Wenclair stuff but Wednesday is kind of acting like a werewolf but she isn’t, it’s kind of like they are mates and Wednesday acts like it. I just like it.

-Christmas Eve(L) by miliamin- Fake dating and Christmas what else can I say?.

Weird Aus

-Let’s get political by WishaDream - Gomes and Esther are campaigning for the same government position. Esther tells Enid to hate Wednesday but she can’t. They hate each other in public but almost kiss in secret. Don’t let the weird au get you it’s actually really good. I like the political comments in between the actual Wenclair story.

- Just the taste of you/ blood in the water by littlebirdonair - another weird au but this time Wednesday is an assassin meant to kill journalist Enid. My best description of the story. Enid "I talked to an assassin Yoko" Yoko "omg girl!. Have you told the police?! How are even alive?!" Enid "Omg girl it was the hottest thing ever, she was so fucking hot" Yoko "wtf girl” (Warning there is one explicit scene. I skipped it as it was really short and I’m not interested in that)

-The Heart Knows No Death by viienrose - Enid is brutally murder by her pack and the Addams family can bring her back to life if she wishes to. Wednesday helps Enids soul process her death and the possibility of coming back. Sad shit but kind of cute Wenclair.

- Driving to my house in the middle of the night by AtomicJellyBean - Wednesday ghostbuster, Enid has existential crisis and is a park ranger and a very popular fanart comic came from this story.

-Strawberry and Lilacs by thislonelyrealm - not Nevermore high school au, Wednesday is new in town and Enid has live there her whole life (she also beats up Tyler). I made fanart of one scene.

- So this is love by LoriLoud- season 1 rewrite. lowkey insane and deranged. Not joking. I’m not rereading it so I may be remembering wrong but just so yk how crazy it is they kiss while Esther is literally burning. It gets so bad I think Yoko is the only survivor. Bad representation of the Addams family but a fun read.

-Parce que toi et moi, ca fonctionne (meme si ca ne devrait pas) by bogteats- Eurovision Song Contest AU. Enid is a French singer and gay, the Addams family is a Spanish band (my Mexican ass is sad they had to be Spanish) it’s a really cool celebrity au with Enid trying to hide she is gay. It’s not in French guys.

-The proposal (Wenclair’s Version) by NyxSmols- apparently is the 2009 movie The Proposal but make it Wenclair. Idk I haven’t seen the movie but the fic was cool. Honestly Enid was giving Debbie at the beginning of the fic and I’m all for that.

Normal AUs

-Vortex by Alotofconfusion- Wenclair childhood friend au. I think it’s cute. Enid is pretty much adopted by the Addams, no one believes Enid that she has a gf, they call each other business partners.

- Imprinting is such a bitch by King_boo - Season 1 rewrite where Enid imprints on Wednesday the moment they meet, so its season 1 if they both immediately liked each other. Slight gaslighting by Wednesday but she works on that.

- Like two Mismatched Pieces Put Together by ShadeNeverMadeAnybodyLessGay- Wenclair childhood soulmates. Enid is abandoned but adopted by the Addams. Just cute kids stuff.

-Cool about it by randomiska - they are in college and they are fake dating to stop their friends from trying to get them together. Obviously it backfires.

Normal ig?

- Everyone comes to Yoko’s by Sincerely_Sierra- Yoko gets the gays together. Yoko is stressed about the gays and she just wants them to stop bothering her.

- What does he have that I don’t? By Kofeew_milkk- Enid hates that Wednesday smells like Tyler. Cute scenting fic.

-Sweet nothings by Hymenopus- They simp for each other while being in opposites sides of the country. They exchange letters and gifts.

-San Francisco by bishopsinclair_(dustydandelions) - Set during the break, Wednesday goes to San Francisco and werewolf chaos ensues. Blood wolf stuff.

- Raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_lazuli- Fake dating to spite their moms, it’s really cute specially Enid and the Addams family. There are references to the animated movie, I love Parker.

-Downside of Visions by CelticWolf55- it’s a sick fic and it’s very cute.

To make yourself sad

-Bubble Gum bitch by wishadream - Celebrity AU. Depress actor Enid and assistant Wednesday that doubles as a therapist. They don’t end up together but it’s still cute.

- I’ll love you (from the shadows) by mickeroni -technically not a Wenclair story but it’s a Weems story about her being a sad gay for Morticia and projecting towards Wenclair. She goes to the wedding.

-You drive me crazy (baby) by Sincerely_Sierra- Yoko angst, Enid angst, everyone angst. It’s a taking care of a fake baby trope but what I thought would be like domestic fluff just made me sad. YOKO LOVERS READ THIS SHIT.

Fluff no plot

- It’s just a werewolf thing by WelshCakes68 - Enid blames her gayness on the fact she is a wolf, Wednesday is so whipped she accepts this excuse. Oblivious homosexuals.

Silly ones

- Woes of the Heart by 1unluckystudent - It’s just Enid crashing Wednesday’s and Tyler’s date and being like super jealous and really funny. This Enid behavior is what I want from Enid if Wednesday gets another love interest.

-Potion problems by batzeus99 - Switch personalities and it’s super cute and I think it’s like really funny seeing Wednesday act all happy. Enid just acts like Pip from AGGGTM.

- I’m your garbageman by cowardnthief - Wednesday asks Enid for help on a crush she has. Enid is the crush and she is also obviously to it.

- Black Butterfly by misscanteloupe- Wednesday is jealous and makes Enid hug her while Ajax watches. Wednesday just hates Ajax and I find it hilarious.

Parent fics (because I like this type of content)

-Werewolves made with woe by omnical - Podcasters try to investigate the Addams family. Enid gaslight them into going into the house and absolutely scares the shit out of them. Enid is scary but she is trying to protect her kids.

- Plans of Joy by southernsunrise- They try to have kids. It gets sad but trust it gets better. (Warning miscarriage)

-Double trouble by Pieck_Simp- Wenclair twins. Wenclair moms fighting prejudice against their kids.

Obviously what I like you may not like. Some of this are entertaining but not good representations of the characters. I understand some may have poor writing but it’s fanfics guys not a novel. I encourage you to think critically and not get influenced by this fanfics, not everything you read is good and a representation of good behavior, some of these have questionable behaviors that go unpunished because it’s a fanfic. So do keep that in mind and don’t base your behaviors solely on fan fiction.

[artist-issues]

just convinced my parents to come see Twisters with me (my dad loved the soundtrack) and more Nice Things:

The shot after the tragedy, first shot of Kate since the time skip, and it's a pan from her hand gripping the subway bar. What better way to communicate in a single instant, "it's been five year's but she's still in that moment, hanging on for dear life"

Storm Par's vehicles are all named after the Cast of the Wizard of Oz, but Kate and Javi's vehicle is called "Lion," because she needs courage, hello, but so does Javi. (I think the bad guy's driving Tin Man, who "needs a heart," but I can't confirm.)

When Kate agrees to try her experiment out and Tyler offers to help, she's like, "we're going to drop them right in front, we don't need to go all the way in, that's dangerous" and he's like "that's why we have to go all the way in!" And the whole time he's driving them in and she's panicking he's talking over her panic, describing all the true things about what they're doing: "extra weight on the chassis, augurs ready, etc." because that's what you do when you're trying not to act in fear—you focus on the things that are true instead of on the scary things that might happen. And because he pushes her through that she gets to see something she, the weather-lover, never got to see before—the center of the storm! And come out on the other side okay! That's wonderful! He literally gets her past the moment she'd never been past, in storm chasing.

The part where Kate is trying to get Tyler out from under the debris but she can't and then Javi comes in and uses leverage to get him out—exactly the same thing Jeb did to turn their trailer over before the Tragedynado hit the first time. Except this time, instead of beat-for-beat repeating the tragedy after the leverage-stunt, Kate drives toward the tornado. How great is that??

Javi says "you have a gift, we have to use it to help the people we love" and Tyler says, "figured college would be a better use of my brain [instead of getting stepped on by cows]" but there's this lovely combination of "use what you've got for others, and enjoy that."

Kate lets go of the steering wheel and lets the tornado toss her around only after she gets the barrels to release, and finishes what she started.

Tyler takes her bags out of the airport for her in the last shot. That's all. That's it.

[hearts4golbach]

hii

can you do tyler x fem reader and tyler takes her out on a date and when they get back it gets a little smutty if you know what i mean 😈😈

Pretty Girl.

pairing:

Tyler (Hansumfella) x Fem!Reader.

warnings:

unprotected sex (use protection), riding, 18+ smut :p.

a/n:

im sorry this is kind of lame. I had zero clue what to write for the actual date, so I hope you enjoy it!

Tyler held your hand as you walked into the restaurant. it was your first date, but the two of you had always had something special. friends and family had always pointed it out, and it was just recently whenever Tyler had finally acted on it.

"im really glad I'm here with you, Tyler." you mentioned, nudging his shoulder gently before sitting down across from him.

his bright smile made your heart skip a beat. "You know, I've wanted to go on a date for a while now." he seemed serious but always had his joking atmosphere. he was amazing at keeping things from being awkward.

"Me too. It took you long enough to ask." he hummed and took a sip of his water. "So, how's the kitty? it's been a minute since I've been over."

"My son is great. you know he's fucking pissing and shitting everywhere, but he's getting better at going in his little box.

you kept the conversation going from there, learning more about him whenever you thought you knew more.

having dinner with Tyler was peaceful. it went much better than you were expecting, not that you were expecting it to go negatively.

he invited you back to his house to watch a movie. of course, you accepted. it wasn't out of the ordinary for Tyker to invite you over to watch a movie or stream with him.

His apartment was dark. nobody was home.

"my sister isn't here right now," he mentioned, flipping on the dim light in the kitchen. we were greeted by squash immediately.

"hi, squash! I've missed you, baby!" you squeeled, kneeling down to pet the cat.

Tyler smiled, watching as you pet squash. "Well, I'm sure he missed you, too."

you walked into the living room and made yourself comfy on the couch. Squash went off somewhere else. Tyler sat close to you, so your thighs were touching. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned your head on his as he turned on a movie.

the first few minutes of the movie were spent in silence. you scooted closer to him and looked up at him. "you okay?"

"yeah, just thinkin'" he shrugged.

"bout what?" You moved a curl out of his face.

he pressed his lips onto yours gently. you kissed him back passionately. your lips glided together gently. as the kiss depended, he moved you into his lap. you could feel his hard cock through his sweat pants.

"you sure this is okay?" he asked, his thumb caressing your hip.

you nodded. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." You began to kiss along his neck.

he grunted as you sucked and bit on his neck. he grinded your hips down onto him. "fucking hell, get these clothes off."

you did as he said, slipping your shirt off. his hands felt like heaven on your bare skin. in return, you took his shirt off and tossed it to the side along with your own.

his fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweats. he lifted you up and helped you slide them off your body before pulling you onto him again.

his thumb teased the hem of your underwear. "fuck, please."

he hummed, his other thumb tugging at your lower lip. "yeah? do you need me that bad?" his deep voice was like music to your ears. you nodded eagerly.

his hand slid down into your panties, finding it's way to your clit. you bit your lip and huffed as he slowly circled your clit. his middle finger ran through your folds, teasing your needy hole.

"shit," you muttered under your breath. he hummed before pressing his lips against yours again.

your hands made their way down his bare torso and to his sweats. you untied them and began to pull them down. you lifted yourself up, and he helped you pull them down to around his knees.

his cock was aching for you. you spit on your hand and gently stroked his member. Tyker bucked up into your hand as a soft grunt escaped his lips.

you leaned forward and pecked his lips. he smirked into the kiss as his hands found their say to your hips. you lifted yourself up and aligned his tip with your entrance.

"you okay?" he asked, his breath shaky.

you hummed, "more than okay." your lip twitched into a smile as you slowly sat on his cock.

he grunted as your warmth was tight around his dick. "fuck, you feel so good."

you hummed once more as you fully sat on his dick. you let out a moan, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjusted to his size.

your hands slid up his chest and cupped one side of his face as you began to bounce slowly. you moaned as you felt him stretch you out.

"shit, you feel even better." you replied, attempting to catch your breath. your thighs began to burn as you sped up your pace.

one hand moved up to your chest. Tyler massaged your tit gently as you rode him. his grunts turned you on even more, fueling you to take him further.

you sped up your pace further. your eyes rolled back in your head as you whimpered. his hand met the back of your neck and he pulled you in to kiss him again. his tongue slid inside of your mouth as you continued to ride him at a quick speed.

his thumb went to circle your clit. "you look so fucking pretty." he began to buck his hips up. "my pretty girl." he choked out.

your moans grew louder, filling the room along with the sounds of Tyler's grunts. "fuck, 'm so close." you mumbled against his lips. you kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth.

his hands moved to your hips, guiding you to go faster. your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the knot in your stomach snap. your walls spasmed around his dick. he helped you ride out your high and watched as your juices mixed together. he pulled out and came on your stomach.

he quickly cleaned you up. "shit," he giggled. you adored his smile.

you hummed, "I know."

"I think that means you're my girlfriend now." he joked as he led you back to his room.

"God, I fucking hope so."

[velvrei]

not so nonchalant (part 2)

pairing : hansumfella x famous! reader

summary : they finally go on their date!!

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

go read part 1 here

that night, tyler could barely sleep. call him stupid, but mans was freaking out for this date. two days ago, you were just his celebrity crush, and now he had the honor of taking you out on a date? he did not want to mess this up.

the next morning, tyler found himself up at 10am, somehow, trying to figure out what to wear. the date wasn’t for another 6+ hours, and he was still stressing about it early.

as time flew by, seemingly very slow for tyler, it was finally time for the date. fella checked himself in the mirror, he was wearing a sage green button up and tan dress pants. he figured it looked decently nice and after doing his research he found out that sage green was your favorite color. so he wore it.

tyler put on his shoes and finally made his way over to your place, blasting music on his way, trying to pump the nerves out of his bones.

he turned down the music as he pulled down your street, following the gps link you sent him, and finally arriving at your house. he grabbed his phone and got out to the car, walking up to your door, and knocking.

a few seconds later the door swung open, and his mouth fell slightly open at the sight of you. this was his first time meeting you, and not only did you look gorgeous, you were in a dress that was the same shade as his shirt. you guys were unintentionally matching, which made his heart melt.

you giggled when you noticed the matching clothes, stepping out with your purse in your hand and shutting the door behind you.

“hi tyler, it’s nice to finally meet you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug.

tyler, who was still at a loss for words, tried to focus and catch his breath. “i- yeah- oh my god-“ was all he could spit out, making you laugh as you pulled away from the hug.

he shook his head, trying to compose himself, “you look stunning, it’s nice meeting you, too.”

you both smiled, and you got into the passenger seat of his car, messing with the radio as fella drove out of your driveway. you played your playlist, fully believing in the “passenger gets aux” rule.

he couldn’t help but smile as he watched you scroll through your playlist, trying to find the right song that matched the mood.

the restaurant you both picked out was not too far from your house, so only a few songs had time to be played.

when you finally arrived at the restaurant, you grabbed your phone and you both walked inside, smiling as fella quickly walked fast and opened the door for you.

“thank you, tyler.” your voice was low and smooth and it made his heart melt as you said his name.

he smiled behind you and you both walked in, getting yourself a booth and sitting on opposite sides of each other, as people on dates do.

tyler put his phone far from him, clearly not intending to get on it anytime soon.

“so,” he cleared his throat, making you giggle at how nervous he was.

“tyler, you have no need to be nervous. regardless of how this date goes i already have a strong feeling i like the dynamic we have. even over text you matched my energy. don’t be nervous, just be yourself, cause i love your personality. okay?”

tyler felt his heart skip a beat at your words. you were able to see right through him and see how nervous he really was.

he nodded his head smiling, “you’re right. have you ever been to this restaurant before?”

you smiled, “yes i have, quite a few times actually, have you?”

the two of you continued to chat and ask each other questions, then you ordered your drinks and food. the more you guys talked, the less awkward it got.

there were various times that you caught fella gazing at you as you ordered, little did you know he was just admiring your beauty, and how the fact you were actually real, and not just something he was stalking on instagram.

as the bill came, tyler quickly put his card out, not even giving you the chance to think about paying, making you laugh at how serious he was about paying for you.

“you really didn’t have to do that,” you say, smiling at him.

“yes i did. i know how this works,” he says, his voice half joking making you both laugh. “i’m just kidding, love, its my pleasure. to have the honor of taking my celebrity crush out on a date, AND paying for her meal?”

you laughed at how dorky he sounded, watching his face as he talked, slowly realizing how cute he really was.

you smiled, wanting to fluster him a bit, so you didn’t wait for him to finish his words, you just interrupted him with- “you’re really cute, you know that?”

your eyes basically daggered into his and his breath hitched. “i- thank you,” he didn’t know how to respond to the random compliment, but he felt his body go warm at your comment.

“you- you’re very beautiful as well,” his flustered nature was not something he was used to, on the internet he pretended to be this carefree guy that was always nonchalant.

apparently he was not as nonchalant when it came to you.

“we should take a picture or video or something, to post and make the fans go crazy,” you say, giggling as he nods his head.

the two of you decide on making a tiktok on fella’s account, then getting pictures for your instagram. the tiktok you both decide to make is one stupid one, with the sound magic johnson, just sitting across from each other and lip syncing the lyrics.

usually, this moment would feel awkward. but it didn’t with him, and it didn’t with you. you guys felt completely normal around each other, and it was amazing.

he posted the tiktok and you posted your instagram story, a cute picture of him smiling on your story, then posting the tiktok to your story as well. you both giggled as you watched the comments and messages roll in.

the two of you decided to call it a night, and somehow you ended back on your doorstep, tyler walking you up to the door.

“i had a lot of fun with you tonight, y/n.” his words and his deep sleepy voice made you smile, turning around as you both stood on the porch.

“i had a lot of fun with you tonight as well, tyler. thank you for shooting your shot, i guess, if you never said what you did in that clip i probably would’ve been to scared to reach out to you. you’re an incredible guy, and i would love to go on another date with you, if you’ll have me.”

your words made him want to jump up and down, but he stopped himself and took a breath. you watched his internal decision to calm himself and held in a giggle.

“i would be honored to go on another date with you. i had so much fun tonight. you seriously look beautiful..”

you smiled. “i know, i noticed those times you were staring at me as i was ordering.”

his eyes widened and you laughed at his reaction to being called out.

“don’t stress about it tyler. i liked it. it was cute. you’re cute. i hope you have a good rest of your night.” you say.

you gently place a kiss to his cheek, leaving a red-lipstick stain, and his mouth fell slightly open. you walked inside with out another word, leaving tyler there, in his thoughts, completely stunned about what just happened, and trying to hide his burning pink face.

hope you enjoyed the 2nd part :) i won’t be writing anymore for this series but feel free to request for hansumfella as much as you want!!

taglist; @gallovzzii @minnielvr @val4him @its-jennarose

hope everyone loved it as much as i did writing it :)) keep the requests coming!!

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match III

DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt.1 Pt.4

Summary: Miguel finds out that you have a boyfriend after he makes a surprise visit. However, that doesn’t stop him for trying to seduce you, but you’re stubborn, and won’t be labeled a cheater despite the temptations. As weeks in the summer go by, your friendship with the O’Hara’s becomes really strong, which doesn’t help fight the urge to sleep with Miguel. But will one-heart breaking encounter break your stubborn ways?

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 5.5k

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“It’s been a while, Hermosa. I’ve missed you.”

You turn off the faucet and grab a paper towel to dry your hands. You turn your head slightly towards him.

“I never thought I would see you again.” You lightly chuckle before you turn around and look up to meet his gaze. Pressed against the sink and Miguel, you couldn’t escape. But with your heart pounding against your chest, you didn’t want to move from his hold.

Miguel brushed some of your hair from your face before he took your chin in his hand. His gaze dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Maybe we should start where we left off two years ago. I never was able to give you that goodbye kiss. But I’d say it’s more of a hello now.” He leaned down, his lips brushing your own. Before your lips touch, you turn your head, his kiss touching your cheek. Miguel raised his head, eyebrows furrowed, lips forming a frown. You lift your hand to cup his face as your thumb gently brushes his cheek.

“I can’t. I-” Before you could speak, you heard the sliding glass door open. Hearing your father’s voice, you and Miguel separate as you turn on the kitchen faucet to resume doing the dishes. Miguel helps you dry them and put the dishes away.

On walks, your father as he brings more dishes to the kitchen. “Hey, you two. I see you both getting buddy-buddy with each other.” Said your father as he came over and put more dishes next to you.

“W-what do you mean?” You felt your heart skip a beat as you looked at your father.

“Just nice to see my daughter getting along with my best friend here. I knew you two would like each other. Are you talking about science stuff?” You smile at your father’s upbeat attitude that you and Miguel were getting along. Little did he know how well you two got along.

“Y/n asked me about what projects we worked on in my department and what interns do. I was just giving her an overview of it.” Miguel said as he put away another dish you passed to him, your fingers touching his. You probably would have dropped it if it wasn’t for his grip on the plate.

“Hope he’s not boring you too much.” Your father laughs as he pats your back.

“No, not at all. I enjoy learning about these kinds of things. If I got bored of it, it wouldn’t be smart to choose a career in it.” You chuckle as your gaze briefly meets Miguel’s before returning to the dishes. Your father comes up and gently pushes you out of the way to finish the dishes.

“Dad? What-” you ask him, confused to being slightly pushed away.

“Don’t worry about finishing the dishes. There’s a surprise waiting for you in the backyard.” Your father chuckled.

“Surprise? It’s 8pm. Why show me-” You paused your words as your eyes widened. You hear everyone come inside from the backyard into the living room, where you hear a distinct male voice. You look to Miguel with slightly widened eyes, who gazes at you with concern before you leave the kitchen and into the living room.

Sitting on the couch chatting with your two brothers and Stephanie was your boyfriend of one year and a month.

“Tyler?” You say, surprised to see him. He turned to face you with a warm smile as he got up to hug you.

“Hey there, kitten. I’ve missed you.” Tyler calls you by the nickname he gives you as he brings you into his arms and leans down to kiss you. You pull away gently from the kiss as you put on a smile.

“Daddy!” Your heart dropped when you heard Gabi run into her father’s arms, who had come from the kitchen.

“Hey, missed you too.” You say to Tyler before you turn to look at Miguel. He didn’t look happy. Not with you being in another man’s arms.

Why was this bothering you so much? You had a great boyfriend. Miguel was only a weekend fling from two years ago. He shouldn’t matter to you. Yet, his gaze, voice, and touch… It made your heart glow.

“I thought I wasn’t going to see you till tomorrow?”

“Jack texted me saying you arrived early. So I decided to come see you.” You look to your older brother and send him a look that only your brothers would understand. Jack’s eyes widened when he saw you look at him with the ‘I’m so going to get you back for this’ look.

“Aww, how sweet.” You say with a big fake smile that only Stephanie and your brothers can recognize.

“Well, it’s getting late. I have to get this little one to bed.” Said Miguel as he noticed his daughter fall asleep in his arms. He also couldn't bear to see you in another man’s arms.

“Aww, they’re always so cute at that age. I miss mine being that age. But they’re all grown up now. Maybe I’ll see grandchildren running around here soon. “Your mom said as she melted at the sight of the sleeping Gabi. She looked at your brother Jack and then at you when she said the last part.

“Mom!” Whined Jack as he tried to cover his reddened cheeks.

Your father leaves the kitchen to say goodbye to Miguel at the door. You leave Tyler’s

arms as you walk to the entrance to your house, where you see Miguel and your father talking. As you stand next to your father, Miguel’s gaze briefly lands on you before looking back at your father.

“Oh, before you leave, Miguel. Are you still trying to find a new babysitter? Y/n babysat all during high school. And she’s free until she returns to college in a month.” Your eyes widen when your father makes the offer for you to babysit.

Miguel looked over at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye as he smiled. “That would be great. See you tomorrow at 3 at my house then. It was nice meeting you, y/n. Can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“S-see you tomorrow.” Your cheeks lightly flush as you smile at him before he leaves through the door.

“Wow, I’ve never seen him warm up to someone so quick. I could barely get a full conversation out of him for a week.” Your father said as he closed the door.

“It’s probably because he knows our family so well.” You tell your father as you both walk back into the family room.

After talking with everyone for a bit longer, you try to hide a yawn. The flight back, plus jet lag, was making you exhausted.

“I’m going to head to bed. I’ll see everyone in the morning.” You try to hide another yawn as you stand up from the couch. Tyler gets up with you, his hand draped around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, you two. No funny business under my roof. Just sleep.” Your father gives you both a warning look. You roll your eyes and smile.

“Don’t worry, Dad. Nothing will happen.”

You say as you walk upstairs to your bedroom, Tyler follows right behind you. As you get to your room, you are suddenly turned around as his lips capture yours. You gently push him away as you smile up at him. He frowns slightly, disappointed in your answer.

“Maybe not tonight. I really am tired from being back from Europe. Let’s just sleep tonight.”

“Fine. Good Night.” He sighed with a smile as he took off his pants and shirt and got in the bed with you.

“Goodnight.”

As you lay in your bed, you wished you shared it with a certain man instead of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you left Tyler in your bed as you felt guilty for wishing you woke up in Miguel’s strong arms.

Since Stephanie spent the night, too, you went on a morning walk to your favorite cafe as you both talked about yesterday’s events. After talking the morning away, you walked back to your house, where you said goodbye to Stephanie before she left back to her apartment. That’s when you also said goodbye to Tyler, as he said he would meet up with his old roommates.

When you showered and got ready, it was time for you to head over to Miguel’s house to babysit Gabi. You weren’t just nervous about being in Miguel’s house the first time but you wanted Gabi to like you.

As you walk up to his house, you knock on the door. Within seconds the door opened, revealing Miguel dressed in a button-up and nice black slacks. Your breath hitched when you saw him wearing his glasses. Your core shrieked, but you were able to compose yourself as you smiled at him.

“Hi, Mr. O’Hara.”

“Hey there, Kitten.” Miguel chuckled as he stepped aside to let you inside. As you walked in, you turned around, cheeks red as you lightly hit his chest, trying to hide the smile on your face from his silly remark.

“The name’s y/n to you.”

“And it’s Miguel for you.” Miguel winked at you with a smile before he led you into the house.

Despite living on the same street, his house was way bigger than your childhood home. Nicer too. With top-of-the-line furniture and appliances. That’s probably what you get when you are the genetics department chair at Alchamex.

“You have a lovely home.” You say as he leads you into the kitchen, where Gabi sits at the kitchen counter, coloring with pencils and markers.

“Hey, Mija, Y/n is here to hang out with you.” Gabi looked up from her coloring. Her eyes brightened up when she saw you.

“Hi! I drew you a picture!” Gabi lifted the paper she was drawing as you smiled brightly and walked over to where she was sitting. She showed you her drawing; it was of you and her standing on what you assumed was a field with a soccer ball in her hands.

“I love it, Gabi. Thank you. Oh, are we wearing the Clover team jerseys?”

“Yeah! Since you said you used to play on the team. The drawing is for you.” Gabi passes you the picture as you gladly take it. “Aww, thank you. When I get home, it’s going straight on the fridge.” You gently put the drawing in your bag to make sure not to forget it.

Miguel smiled at you and Gabi getting along. She was ecstatic When he mentioned that you were coming over to babysit this morning. Despite only meeting you yesterday, his daughter seemed fond of you immediately. He briefly leaves to grab his lab coat, putting it on before returning to the kitchen, where you and Gabi chatted away. He walks to the other side of the kitchen counter and puts important paperwork and his laptop in a bag. His gaze meets yours, gesturing for you to follow him.

“Goodbye, princesa. I’ll be home for dinner.” Miguel kissed the top of her head as she turned to hug him.

He then guided you to his office, letting you in first before he closed the door. Hearing the door locked, you turned around with a smile. Miguel approached you, touching your hips as he pulled you against him.

“Maybe something quick before work?” Miguel smirked as he grabbed you by the thighs, lifting you up as he sat you on his desk.

“Miguel, we can’t. For many reasons.” You giggle as you put your hands on his chest and gently push him away. You cup his face with your hand. He puts his larger hand on top of yours as he takes it and kisses your wrist.

“Why not, cariño?” He looks at you with a lustful gaze.

“You know why. First off, Gabi is in the other room. And second, I have a boyfriend. I’m not going to be labeled a cheater. And those are just the two reasons at the top of my head.” You smiled up at him as he moved slightly away from you to let you get down from his desk.

A frown forms on your lips as you see a small pout on his face. Getting up from the desk, you walk up to him and fix his lab coat collar. “I want to kiss you, Miguel. But I can’t.”

Your last words made him smile as he brushed some of your hair behind your ear, a small loving gesture you missed so much.

Miguel unlocked the office door and grabbed his bag as he told you a bit about what Gabi likes to eat, what she can and can’t have, and that he would be back for dinner. He also gave you his phone number to call or text if anything arises. Or if you wanted to meet privately with him. He whispered to you the last part as you rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head, smiling at him before he left.

Walking back to the kitchen, you sit next to Gabi.

“Can I draw with you?”

“Sure!” Gabi smiled as she passed you a blank paper and shared her colored pencils.

“Are you excited to start kindergarten?”

“Yeah! I’m excited to make new friends. Some of my teammates are going to be in my class.”

“That’s awesome! I bet you’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“Yeah! Wow, you draw really well! Can you teach me?” Gabi looked at your drawing of randomly drawn flowers. You smiled at her interest in your drawing. You minored in visual arts just because you loved art and its calming mechanisms when stressed.

You grab two pieces of blank paper and teach her to draw a simple rose. After a few drafts, Gabi was happy with her third rose. You then taught her how to draw different flowers for most of the day.

After spending two hours drawing, you cut up a piece of fruit for the both of you to snack on before Gabi asked you to kick a soccer ball in the backyard.

After spending an hour passing the soccer ball and teaching her cool tricks to show off to her teammates, it was time for you to start making dinner.

You heard the front door open when you finished dinner for you and the two O’Haras. Miguel walked into the kitchen and smiled at seeing you making dinner with Gabi helping when she could, standing on a footstool beside you. He could get used to this site. If only he could make you his.

“Daddy!” Gabi ran up to Miguel and hugged him.

“Hey there, did you have fun today?” Miguel hugged his daughter back before she grabbed his hand and brought him to the kitchen counter.

“Look at the drawings y/n and I drew! She taught me how to draw flowers!” Gabi showed him the drawings.

“These are great, Mija. I’ll put your favorite on the fridge.” Gabi handed her favorite to him as he grabbed a magnet and hung it on the fridge door. “Looks perfect.” Miguel smiled before he gazed at you.

“Gabi, how about you go wash up for dinner.”

“Ok!” Gabi ran upstairs. Once he heard the bathroom door shut, he approached you from behind and grabbed your hips, pulling you against him.

“Miguel.” You chuckle as you finish cooking, turning off the stove as you turn your head.

“Just one kiss. Please, Hermosa. I miss your lips against mine. I miss touching you.” Miguel leaned down as his lips brushed against your neck before leaving one kiss. You turn around, cheeks flushed as you try to give him a serious look but fail. “Like I said before, we can’t.”

Miguel smirks as he takes your chin softly. “You distracted me all day today at work. I could barely get anything done.”

You smile as you take the hand on your chin and give it a loving squeeze. “Dinner is ready.”

After having a nice dinner with Miguel and Gabi, as she tells him about your day together, you decide it’s time to leave. Miguel walks you to the front door as he takes out his wallet. You put your hand over his, stopping him from taking out any money.

“I don’t need any money. Please, I don’t want it. I really loved spending time with her. She’s the sweetest thing. You have an amazing daughter, Miguel. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile before opening the door and leaving.

Miguel stood there, brows slightly furrowed. He felt his heart skip a beat at your last words before leaving. Until now, his feelings for you have only been lustful. But now he’s beginning to feel more for you. He’s never felt this way for anyone. He groaned in slight annoyance. Now it would be even harder for him to stop his advances of making you his.

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Two weeks have passed, and you have gotten into a routine with the O’Hara’s. You would come in the afternoon to hang out with Gabi until Miguel came home from work and had dinner with you. Sometimes you made dinner, sometimes Miguel would if he came home earlier, or he would get takeout for the three of you.

Today was a little different. Miguel had come home earlier than usual and found you and Gabi in the kitchen making homemade cookies. He found you both covered in flour and frosting, both laughing when you saw him walk in with a surprised face.

“Want to frost cookies with us?” You ask him. Miguel smiled as he rolled up his sleeves and stood on the other side of Gabi.

“Daddy, you're putting too much frosting on the cookie.” Giggled Gabi as she saw her father drown the sugar cookie in orange frosting.

“I guess I did.” He chuckled as he looked down at his daughter. He laughed when he saw his daughter’s face covered in frosting. He grabbed a napkin, kneeled down, and wiped her face. Gabi then dipped her finger in some frosting and put it on her father’s nose. Seeing Miguel’s surprised face made you and Gabi laugh.

“Oh, this is funny to you both.” Miguel then put frosting on your nose. Now making the O’Hara’s chuckle at your facial reaction.

“Very funny.” You laugh as you get a napkin and wipe your face. You then go up to Miguel and, with the napkin, wipe away the frosting from his face. Your eyes met his, and your breath hitched when you noticed a difference in his eyes. They held more than lust. His eyes held something more for you.

You looked away, breaking your gaze. “Look at us. Guess we should all get cleaned up.” You chuckle as you look at yourself, Gabi, and Miguel, all covered in flour, frosting, and sprinkles.

All three of you go upstairs as Miguel starts a bath for Gabi.

“I’ll be there in a minute, Princesa. I’m just going to show y/n where the other shower is.” He tells Gabi before he leads you down the hall into the master bedroom and straight to the master bath.

“Miguel, why are we in your bathroom? I know that you have more than two bathrooms in this house.”

Miguel smirked after turning on the shower. “My shower has the best water pressure. You can take a shower while I help Gabi wash up. Unless you want to wait a bit, we can shower together.” Miguel walked up to you as his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Sorry, O’Hara. You’re not getting a peep show.” You smirked. Miguel chuckled as he put his hands up in surrender before leaving.

He was right. The water pressure was perfect. As you wash off the flour and frosting, your mind wonders about memories of Miguel two years ago. The hot water rushed against both your bodies as you felt his lips on your skin, his hands trailing over you, lowering one down to your sensitive lips.

You snapped back to reality as you turned the shower handle too cold to knock some sense into you.

After everyone was showered and dressed, it was time for Gabi to go to bed. Sometime during the middle of the week, Gabi asked if both you and Miguel would tuck her into bed and say good night before you left.

As you entered her room, you saw Miguel grab her favorite stuffed animal as he walked back over to the 5- year old jumping on her bed.

“Be careful, Mija. You could fall.” Miguel said as he picked up his giggling daughter and laid her on the bed, pulling the covers over her. You sat beside Miguel on the bed as you helped tuck her in. You noticed she dropped her stuffed animal on the floor, so you picked it up and put it beside her. You smiled lovingly at her as she yawned and eyes drooped.

“Goodnight, Gabi. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, y/n. Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, princess. Sleep well.”

You both watched her fall asleep before quietly standing up and leaving her room. You both walked downstairs and grabbed your things before heading to the front door.

“You know, it’s pretty late. You could sleep here tonight.” Miguel suggested as he gave you the usual goodbye hug, which started the second night you began to come over.

“Goodnight, Miguel.” You giggled as you hugged him, but not before standing on your toes and kissing his cheek as a goodbye.

Miguel stood frozen in shock from your little kiss. Of course, you had already snuck off and left before he could come to his senses. He smiled as he touched his slightly flushed cheek where your lips once were.

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Another week passed, and it was family game night at your house. Of course, it wasn’t just your family but the O’Haras, Stephanie, and your boyfriend, Tyler. Since you started hanging out more at Miguel’s house. You’ve barely gone to hang out with Tyler, which has put a bit of tension in your relationship.

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the bar and watch the basketball game tomorrow?” Tyler sat beside you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Sure, oh wait. I have to take a rain check. I offered to take Gabi to soccer practice and then drive her to a friend’s house for a sleepover. Maybe next time.” Your lips turned into a frown as you heard him scoff and remove his arm from around you as he sipped his beer. You rolled your eyes and turned towards him. “What?”

“You’ve been canceling plans to spend all your time with that family. I’d say you had a thing for-” You hit his chest as a warning, a groan in pain coming from him as he lightly glared at you.

“I offered to help him babysit since he is my father’s best friend. He’s a busy single father who couldn’t find anyone to help take care of his daughter. Get your head out of the clouds and from those stupid accusations.” You glared at him, fuming. Thank god you were the only two in the living room before everyone came in.

The doorbell rang, indicating the O’Haras were here. Having enough of your boyfriend, you excuse yourself as you open the door.

“Y/n!” Gabi ran over and hugged you.

“Hey there, my little bug.” You happily returned her hug before letting her enter the house to greet everyone else.

“Hi.” You smile up at Miguel, who smiles back at you as he gives you a warm side hug. He leans down and whispers, “Hi, Hermosa.” You playfully roll your eyes and return his hug before entering the living room.

Still mad at Tyler, you sit between Gabi and your brother Jack. Noticing you weren’t sitting next to him, he rolled his eyes and took another sip from his beer.

“Boyfriend troubles?” Your brother mumbled to you. “Yep.” You sigh as you steal your brother’s beer and take a sip before returning it to him.

“Hey, I don’t want your germs.” Grumbled your brother as he took a sip from his beer.

“Grow up.” You chuckle.

“Attention, everyone! It’s time to pick teams! Pick a piece of paper from the hat, whatever number you have, pair it with the people with the same number.” Said your mother as she passed the hat along. When you picked out a folded paper, you opened it and got ‘3.’

“Who got three?”

“I did!” Gabi rose, hands up in excitement.

“Me too.” Miguel smiled at you as he showed you his paper.

After the teams were made, the first game started, Pictionary.

Winner: Team O’Hara, Gabi came up with the name and said that your last name would be O’Hara for the night. A few unspeakable thoughts appeared in your head.

Next game: Trivia

Winner: Team O’Hara

The next and final game was a scavenger hunt around the house.

“Ok, next clue. What’s round and silver that whistles when hot? God, these are easy. Who wrote these clues?” Miguel chuckled as he led the way to the kitchen.

“Who do you think?” You chuckle as you walk behind him with Gabi holding your hand.

“Sam.” Miguel chuckled as he made his way to the kettle and opened up the lid, finding the next clue as he grabbed one of the slips and handed it to you. Reading it, you laugh.

“We could have done this blindfolded and still be in the lead.”

You go to the living room where your brothers and Tyler sit, trying to figure out the second clue. Walking to the fireplace, you move a log and find the paper with glitter on it, indicating you won.

“We won!” You say in excitement as you join in a group victory hug with Miguel and Gabi.

“Thats game! Team O’Hara wins game night!” Your father said, earning groans from Team Bud Light, your brothers, and Tyler’s team.

“Of course we had no chance when the geniuses were all put on one team.” Grumbled Tyler.

“You’re just jealous.” You tell him, which makes Tyler smirk as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap, and gives you a kiss on the lips. You push his chest away and move off his lap, sitting next to him as you fix your hair.

“Tyler! There are other people here.” Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed by his actions. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. “I just want to tell everyone that you're my girl.” Tyler chuckled before he briefly glared at Miguel as if he was giving him a warning. Miguel grinned, not caring. As he knew who y/n truly favored.

After talking for a bit longer, Miguel noticed Gabi getting sleepy as it was getting late. He picked her up and said his goodbyes to everyone before walking back home.

“Daddy?”

“Si, Princesa.”

“I don’t like y/n’s boyfriend.”

“Why is that?” Miguel chuckled at his daughter’s words, amused.

“He took her away every time she tried to spend time with us after the game. I didn’t like it.” Gabi rubbed one of her eyes as she yawned.

“Yeah, I didn’t like it either.”

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It was 4pm when you arrived at the soccer field to pick up Gabi. As you parked your car and got out, you walked to the field where you saw from afar a group of 5-year-olds huddled up before they dispersed to find their parents.

“Y/n!” Gabi ran up and hugged you, which you gladly returned.

“Hey there! Are you excited for your first sleepover?”

“Yeah!” Gabi cheered as you took her hand and walked to your car.

After driving back to Miguel’s house, where he gave you a spare key, you got Gabi cleaned up and dressed before driving to her friend’s house.

Getting out of the car, you grab her sleeping bag and backpack as you walk up to the house. “Now remember, Gabi, ask Ms. Johnson to call me or your father if you need us, ok?”

“Ok!” Gabi smiled as she bounced on her feet, very excited about her first sleepover. You smiled down at her before knocking on the door. When it opened, the woman’s face grew slightly disappointed when she saw you but her emotions turned to happiness when she saw Gabi.

“Hi, Gabi darling. I’m happy to have you over. Sofia and Rachel are super excited for the sleepover. Come in.” She opens the door for both of you.

“Bye, y/n!” Gabi hugged you before going to play with her friends in their room.

“So, O’Hara likes them young, I see.” Said Ms. Johnson.

“Excuse me?” You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh, I’m just saying I didn’t know Miguel liked to date college girls.”

“Ok, first off, nice to meet you too. And second off, I’m not dating Miguel. I'm Gabi's babysitter.” You say as you narrow your eyes slightly at the woman whose eyes widen by her mistake.

“Oops, my bad. Good to know he’s still single. Those hot rich single fathers are hard to find.” The woman chuckled, which only made things more awkward and annoying for you.

“Forgot to mention I’m also a close family friend of his. I’ll make sure to mention your fondness for him. Nice meeting. Bye.” You say before leaving and getting back into your car.

God, some of these suburban housewives are insane.

After returning to your childhood home for some last-minute packing, you decided to sleep at your shared apartment with Tyler. You both moved in there together before you went off to Europe.

As soon as you unlocked the door and stepped inside, you knew something was wrong. All the hairs on your body stood up as your stomach twisted into knots. You saw two used wine glasses on the kitchen counter and clothes sprawled along the floor leading to the bedroom.

Inching your way closer, the moans from a woman could be heard coming from the other room. Your mind knew what was happening, yet you still wanted to check, a small hint of doubt forming inside you. Maybe it’s just your imagination.

As soon as you open the door to your once-shared bedroom, you see your boyfriend fucking a random woman from behind. And since they were so in the moment, they didn’t realize you walk in. Rage filled your body as you walked back out of the bedroom, slamming the door.

That got their attention as you heard Tyler swear and call out your name as he opened the door. However, you already grabbed your bag and stormed out of the apartment. You had gotten in your car when Tyler ran out of the building half-naked. But it was too late to stop you as you drove off.

The rage subsided and was replaced with pain as you felt like you were stabbed in the chest and straight through the heart. Tears were streaming down your face, making driving slightly harder as the tears blurred your vision.

You pull into the driveway as you get out of the car, walk up to the door, and knock. A few minutes passed when the door opened, revealing Miguel in sweats and a black tank top.

“Y/n? What happened?” Miguel’s eyes widened when he saw your tears as he led you into the house and closed the door. Miguel held you against his chest as you wept. Brushing your hair back from your face. He leaned down, cupping your cheeks as he tried to wipe away your tears. It pained him to see you like this.

You stopped shedding tears as the lust began to cloud them. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Miguel immediately returned your kiss as he touched your hips and pulled you closer.

“Y/n…” Miguel pulled away, coming back to reality.

“Please, Miguel. I’ve missed you.” You looked up at him with want. He knew what you were asking of him. And he was gladly going to give it to you. His gaze matched your lustful one as he picked you up by your thighs, and you wrapped them around his waist. His lips captured yours into a heated kiss. He then carried you upstairs to his bedroom, where he gently laid you on his bed.

Miguel kissed your lips down to your neck and chest as he gently removed your clothes. His lips met yours again before separating as he gazed down at you with a loving smile and brushed his hand gently over your tear-stained cheek.

“I’ll take care of you tonight, mi amor.”

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[ohquail]

School Bus Graveyard but make it a band

I have seen art about this topic floating around the internet but this is my take on the idea.

Ashlyn: Main Singer, the lead. The one everyone comes to the performances for- she is also able to play guitar for the songs she needs to.

Aiden: Die hard fan, plus the manager of the band. He takes care of any money problems that come their way.

Ben: The drummer and how Aiden became the manager. Ben likes to stay hidden on stage and only interacts with the crowd when he's introduced. He is also their composer/writer for their music.

Logan: Keyboardist and violinist (but only when needed). He is also a crowd favorite.

Tyler: Lead Guitarist. He is unusually quiet on stage so people don't really notice him. Tyler also helps Ben write the music. Tyler also likes leading songs with singing, despite the death threats that Ashlyn's fans send him.

Taylor: Bassist. She isn't a crowd favorite because bassist's usually aren't but it is obvious that people really like her. Taylor also helps Ben compose their music.

Aiden started up at the singer on stage, her long red hair cascaded down her back as she belted the words to the song beautifully. To say he was entranced would be an understatement. The way she moved with an elegance that only added to the allure; every sway matched the cadence of the tune and every gesture depicted a story. Aiden’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, so distant yet so close, bathed in the glow of multicolored stage lights.

Then, she looked down into the crowd. Her emerald eyes met Aiden's and for a split second, time seemed to freeze. Her lips turned up slightly at the corners; a knowing smile that made his heart skip a beat. The music around him drowned into a distant hum and all he could hear was her voice, rising and falling like waves on an ocean.

The song ended with a soft strum of guitar strings and echoing applause filled the room, snapping Aiden back to reality.

“Alright! Is everyone having a good time tonight?” Ashlyn asked the crowd. The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, the thunderous applause vibrating through the very floorboards. “Well, we are so glad!”

Aiden was so glad his cousin gave him a ticket to his band’s concert. His eyes darted over to Ben on the drums, who was clearly waiting for Ashlyn to introduce the next song.

“Who wants to hear an unreleased song?” Ashlyn’s voice rang out over the crowd. She put her hand to her ear as the crowd screamed in unison, an eager and deafening affirmation. Her laughter, warm and infectious, bubbled through the microphone as she teased, “Well, you asked for it!”

Turning her gaze back towards the band, she gave them a nod and took a step back as the new tune began to fill the air. Aiden darted his eyes to each of the band members. Tyler the guitarist, who sung into his microphone as he started the song off, then Taylor the bassist who was standing waiting for her entrance, finally Logan the keyboardist who looked so pleased with himself as his fingers dances around on the keys.

The melody was fresh, unlike anything Aiden had heard before. It was like fine wine, a little sweet with a hint of bitterness that left a longing for more. Ashlyn looked up and closed her eyes, letting the rhythm take over. Her lips moved gracefully as she sang the opening lines, her voice blending harmoniously with Tyler's guitar strums.

Aiden found himself entranced once again. She swayed with such passion to the beat, letting herself be lost in the music. The lights illuminated her face and made her hair look like a fiery halo around her head. He couldn't help but be drawn in by the energy radiating from Ashlyn and the rest of the band.

As Taylor's bass notes kicked in and Logan's fingers swiftly ran over the keys, Aiden felt his pulse matching the rhythm of the song. He could feel every emotion each lyric conveyed; it was as if Ashlyn was singing directly to him. His heart pounded in his chest harder than before and he leaned forward, eyes wide as he watched Ashlyn pour her soul into the song.

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Totally Worth It

Hook x (Shibata’s sister) Reader

Requested : yes/no

Sequel to Worth It

Masterlist

Y/N prepares nervously for her date with Hook, with her brother Shibata offering reassuring words. When Hook arrives, looking dashing in his suit, Y/N feels a bit more at ease. They head out for a fancy dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant, where the conversation flows effortlessly. As the night progresses, Y/N becomes more comfortable with Hook, enjoying his humor and attentiveness. After dinner, they stroll through the city, stopping for ice cream and laughing together. As the sun sets, Hook suggests heading to the beach, making the evening even more magical.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. Her brother Shibata sat on the bed, watching her with a knowing smile.

"Hey, sis, you look amazing," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Hook's a lucky guy."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her jitters. "Thanks, bro. I'm just really nervous. What if this date is a disaster?"

Shibata chuckled. "It won't be a disaster. Hook's a great guy, and you two have a connection. Just relax and be yourself."

Y/N nodded, taking another deep breath. She finished getting ready, her hands shaking slightly as she applied her lip gloss.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Shibata got up to answer it, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she saw Hook standing in the hallway, looking handsome in his suit and tie.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You look stunning."

Y/N blushed, feeling a little more at ease. "Thanks, Tyler," she replied, using the name she knew him by.

Shibata gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll let you two lovebirds get going. Have a great time, sis."

Hook offered Y/N his arm, and they headed out to a fancy dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant. The food was exquisite, and the conversation flowed easily.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Tyler. She loved the way he made her laugh, the way he listened to her with kind eyes.

After dinner, they strolled through the city, enjoying the sights and sounds of the bustling streets. They stopped for ice cream at a popular shop, laughing and joking like they'd known each other for years.

As the sun began to set, Tyler suggested they head to the beach. Y/N agreed, and they walked hand in hand along the shore, watching the sky turn pink and orange.

Tyler turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Y/N, from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that I couldn't ignore. I love spending time with you, and I feel like we have something special. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Y/N's heart soared, and she nodded. "Tyler, I'd love to."

Tyler grinned, pulling her into a tender kiss.

After the beach, Tyler took Y/N back to his hotel room, clearing it with Shibata first. They fell asleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts full of joy and happiness.

The next morning, Shibata texted Y/N, "How was the date, sis?"

Y/N smiled, snuggled up in Tyler's arms. "It was amazing, bro. I think I'm in love.

Shibata replied, "I knew it! Hook's a great guy. I'm happy for you both."

Y/N smiled, feeling grateful for her brother's support. She knew she could always count on him to be there for her, just like she knew she could count on Tyler to make her heart skip a beat.

Author’s Note: Hey lovely people of tumblr who read this this is the end of the mini series if u could call it that since it’s only 2 parts not rly anything to say for tonight. As usual, lots of love- Tori 💗