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third times the charm
pairing: tyler owens x f!reader
word count: 3.8k
summary: life has a funny way of putting people in your path, and ultimately making them part of your life. but what happens when the one person you never want to see stumbles in over and over again, a disastrous tornado tearing up your path of moving on?
aka: the two times tyler owens enters and, consequently, leaves, your life at the wrong time, and the one time he comes at the perfect moment and finally stays.
warnings: reader is described in a feminine manner; why are we ignoring his bull rider trope? cause i'm not babes xx; angsty mainly, but fluff too; lovers to enemies back to lovers (sorry); this author knows nothing about tornadoes or weather so sorry
shoutout to megan moroney and her banger new album where this title and idea come from :)
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i.
"What do you mean you're leaving?!"
Tyler shuts the tailgate of his red pick-up with a loud slam, the cowboy hat on his head nearly flying off with the force. Y/N stood just a few feet away, her arms crossed over her torso as her chest heaved in short, shaking breaths. The sunlight hits her just right, and the gold chain around her neck glimmers in the sunlight. It catches Tyler's attention from the corner of his eye-it had been burned into his mind from the moment he'd bought it with a chunk of his earnings from last year's rodeo. The chain was delicate, simple, but the charm had been the main appeal: it was gold, the same shade as the chain, but in the center of the small heart shaped pendant sat a capital 'T'. She'd worn it since he'd given it to her for a birthday present, and it had been the center piece of even their most intimate moments-her bare beneath him with only the glittering jewelry adorning her as he had her unraveling under his touch. Even the thought of it had heat traveling up Tyler's neck, and he swallowed down the feeling, along with all of the guilt bubbling to the surface.
"I'm leavin', simple as that."
"Ty, I-I don't understand. You get bucked off one time and you're giving up?! You've been riding since we were kids, I-"
He turns to her, emerald eyes blazing with an emotion he couldn't put a label on.
"I didn't just get 'bucked off', I almost got my head trampled in case you forgot!" His voice is laced with anger. He's not angry with her, he's angry with himself. After a series of unfortunate injuries in last month's local rodeo, Tyler knew he couldn't ride again, it would kill him. He'd spent the last few weeks in physical therapy and doctor's offices just to make sure the damn bull hadn't left behind more than scars.
It was better this way, he could leave his town behind, and forget about the deep, gut-twisting feeling of failure that sat like acid in his stomach. But leaving his hometown also meant leaving her.
Tyler had fallen for Y/N their junior year of high school, and they'd rarely been seen without one another ever since then. She was sweet and shy to his brash and confident, his biggest supporter-always sitting in the stands for all of his rides-whether he was the talk of the town or stumbling home, his shotgun rider, and the girl who wore his heart (literally and figuratively) on a chain around her neck. Looking at her now, with tears lining under her gorgeous eyes, he wanted to just forget all of his plans and pull her into his arms. He wanted to reassure her that he'd stay here, that he'd give her the life that he'd promised her-apple pie and babies, the perfect picket-fence life she deserved.
"Tyler, you-you can't be serious! W-What about your parents, your plans, hell, Tyler, what about me?!" Her shoulders now moved as she let out shuddering breaths, eyebrows furrowed as she grew frustrated. "Tyler Owens you promised me, you promised me a farmhouse, and a wrap-around porch, a-and babies! And now you're just gonna take off to God-knows-where to what? Storm chase?"
She stops and lets out a dry chuckle. She'd been 'chasing' with him before, vivid memories of him scaring her shitless chasing tornadoes in his truck, only to 'apologize' to her by making love in the backseat after the storm had passed. Through their time together, she, too, had grown to love the storms. Y/N took her camera into the storms with them, more than ready to capture the freakishly beautiful moments of pure disaster before it struck. She'd stand in the pouring rain next to him, laughing as wind whipped hair around her face. He'd snap a picture of her with her own camera that she'd set aside and she'd roll her eyes. They'd been happy, bonded by a mutual love of mother nature's chaos and one another. Now, she turns her back to face him, shaking her head as her bottom lip trembles.
"Ya know, I should've listened to everyone who told me to stay away from you in high school, that you'd just hurt me. I didn't believe them, not one bit, because I know you. You're running because you're scared. You don't have to run, Ty. You've never run from your fears, for God's sake you ride them! What the hell are you thinking?!"
Tears stream down her face, and Tyler feels his resolve slipping. He hadn't thought it through, not really, and now as she stands in front of him, he realizes he's only hurting her more and more. He needed an out, he needed to skip town, no matter who it hurt.
"I'm thinking that I'm a fuckin' failure at everything, no matter what I try! The only thing I'm good at is storms, chasin' them, getting close enough to see something! I fail at everything, Y/N/N, and if I stay, I'll just fail you, too. Over and over."
"Tyler, you've never failed me," she brings her hands to either side of his face, her thumb brushing a cut that still hadn't scarred over from his fall. Her eyes were blurry and her hands trembled. "Please, stay." Her voice was hardly a whisper, pleading desperately.
"You know I can't."
She nodded solemnly, wiping tears so she could take a final look into his eyes. She gave no warning when she launched her arms around his neck, all but hanging onto him like a child. He hugged her tighter than he ever had, and when she let go, he placed a final heated goodbye kiss on her lips. Y/N looks at him, her brain screaming pleas to make him stay, but she simply kisses his cheek before speaking.
"C-call me when you get there?"
He takes one last glance at her, taking her in completely, as if trying to memorize her. His eyes land on the jewelry adorning the spot just below her collarbone, the gold shining in the sunset, knowing he'd never see it on her again-if he ever even saw her again.
"You'll be the first person I call, baby."
Y/N's call never came.
She spent the summer miserable, but refused to take off the gold chain she hid under shirts. It burned her skin in a metaphorical sense, but she ignored it, just like the heartbreak that had festered into deep resentment for Tyler Owens. She'd decided to take off to the local university for a clean start, somewhere new, somewhere his ghost wouldn't haunt her. Things had begun to look up, and she found herself smiling again. The morning before her first day of classes, she almost took the chain off, but couldn't bring herself to do so.
When she spotted his tall figure sitting a row ahead of her in her Intro to Meteorology class, she pretended not to know who he was. It was only fair, he'd done the same to her. For a reason that neither of them could vocalize, they begin to hate one another. Without knowing it, Tyler had become the storm that had sparked her into chasing after danger forever, the one that had left destruction so fatal she wasn't sure if she'd ever recover.
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ii.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Y/N rolls her eyes and nearly throws her laptop across her dorm room when she looks down at her field partner pairing. The name in bold stares back at her like some sick joke.
Tyler Owens.
She shuts her laptop with a force that could shatter glass and slams her face into her pillow to let out a scream that could have easily been heard four counties over. The universe had to hate her.
With one glance at her watch, she hops from her bed and packs her duffel, her camera slung around her other shoulder. After silently praying that this storm takes her away in one quick swoop, she opens the door to her room and stumbles down the stairs to the lobby, where he was waiting for her outside the double doors. She can already feel her skin flaming with anger when she catches sight of his towering frame, baseball cap thrown backwards over his head.
"'Bout fuckin' time sweetheart, thought the storm would pass before we even got out there!"
"Oh, kiss my ass, Owens."
She rolls her eyes and climbs into the red truck she had once been a permanent fixture in, feeling almost like nothing had changed since the last time she'd crawled into the passenger side. She had half a mind to let down the driver's side visor to see if her picture still sat inside it, but Tyler climbs in the second she thinks about it. The half hour drive is uncomfortable, silent, and laced with tension so thick both halves of the couple begin to wonder if the air supply is getting thin. But as the storm approaches, both of their eyes are locked on the massive twisting figure just ahead of them. Y/N reaches for her camera, focusing the lens as best as she can through the windshield of the truck. She sighs when the view is less than satisfactory. Without much thought, she begins to move the window crank on the door to let down the window.
"What the hell are you doin'?" Tyler's voice breaks their silence.
"What does it look like, Owens? Getting a better shot." Her body hangs halfway out the window, camera leaning out the window as she moves the lens and clicks.
"Get your ass in the truck, I'm not payin' your hospital bills when you fall out and I run over you."
She rolls her eyes and ignores him, almost her entire body hanging out the window.
"Okay, okay, get in the truck, I'll get you closer, Jesus."
She pulls herself back into the truck and rolls the window back up as Tyler moves forward down the muddy path, closer to the storm now building ahead. The wind and rain grow more intense, shaking even the bulky vehicle that could easily withstand even the most treacherous of conditions. The spiraling tunnel only moves at a more pummeling speed, and Y/N's sharp shout fills the air.
"Stop the truck!"
He hits the brake and before the truck even stops, Y/N's rolling out of the passenger side, camera raised as she captures a monster of a storm. Tyler finds himself silent, momentarily distracted-her hair blowing with the force of the wind, the smile drawn across her face, and the long sleeve button down she'd been wearing was slipping down her shoulders, exposing her tank top and-wait-he raises an eyebrow, his heart stopping. Against her neck sat a gold chain he knew too well. It stops him completely in his tracks, shocked that she still wore his initial around her neck. The sound of a roaring train pulls him from his thoughts and sends him leaning out his own door.
"Y/N," he's shouting over the loud winds. "GET YOUR ASS IN THE TRUCK!"
The barrel of wind only gets closer, the fierceness of wind making Tyler's heart race. The girl outside his truck, however, only smiles wider, raising her camera for another shot of the approaching storm.
"I'M FINE, TYLER. WIND'S NOT EVEN THAT BAD!"
Tyler huffs as his voice, raspy from yelling, shouts again.
"THAT WASN'T A REQUEST, SWEETHEART. GET YOUR ASS IN THIS TRUCK!"
She ignores his shouts, only squinting her eyes at the horizon as the wind picks up another notch, making the shirt now halfway down on her arms blow like a flag in the wind. Tyler gives her a minute to comply, hoping this was just a momentary phase of her being stubborn. After five minutes, Tyler cursed and stomped out of the truck over to her. He says nothing, picking her up over his shoulder.
"TYLER! WHAT THE FUCK?! PUT ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!"
He doesn't give in to her retorts, simply swinging her door open and shoving her into the passenger seat. He gets into his driver's side and slings his arm on her headrest, turning to back the truck around.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have some sort of sick kink where you get off on ruining my life? I had a perfect shot, it-"
"You had a perfect shot of getting sucked into a tornado is what you had, Y/N. You're gonna get yourself killed gettin' that fuckin' close!"
"Like you would care." Her voice isn't even a mumble, and Tyler hardly hears her over the sounds of the storm.
It sends a jab of pain through his heart he doesn't expect, and instead of saying anything, he lets her stew in anger in his passenger seat. When he drops her off at her dorm, she agrees to email him her half of the project, and a week later he receives it.
He opens the email to find exactly what he imagines, the most spectacular shots of a storm he's ever seen. After the report and photos are submitted, the two never speak to one another again. They both graduate under the same Arkansas sun, but lead different lives in the same area of the country. Y/N swears she sees his truck pass her every time she goes out to shoot, and he sees her in every girl that stands in a field with a camera.
Y/N would never admit that she has a burner account subscribed to his livestreams, or that she laughed and smiled as she watched him hoop and holler with his ragtag group of friends, memories of the chases they once went on filling her mind more fondly than painfully these days. And if she had one of the red and white shirts with his stupid cartoon face plastered against it, well, no one would ever know.
When Boone and the rest of his crew would stop for food and rest breaks, if Tyler saw her name plastered in a newspaper or magazine, he'd put it on the counter next to his plethora of snacks. He'd never admit he'd cut her articles out of them and kept them in a small scrapbook that lived in his glovebox, right next to the picture of her that once lived in his visor-only because a magazine cut-out clip of her lived there now, her smiling with a massive twin barrel storm behind her, the gold chain peeking from the shirt was wearing.
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iii.
"Ty, man, this one's a beaut! She's unreal!"
Boone's voice filled Tyler's ears from the passenger seat, but as Tyler looked out at the horizon, his attention was far from the brunette that sat next to him. He saw her car before he saw her-the same rink-dink, decked out, black Subaru she'd had in college, meaning she was here on her own, not for business.
His green eyes darted to the field across from where it was parked, spotting her instantly as she stood in the tall grass, hair blowing as she brought her camera to her face, crouching down to get the perfect shot. She shook her head when she pulled back from it, enjoying the sight in front of her.
Tyler puts the truck in park and all but barrels out of the door, his boots taking him towards her, but not nearly fast enough.
"Jesus, who's that? And why's she got Ty all in a tizzy?" Boone leans over to Lilly, who gives him an incredulous look.
"That's Y/N Y/L/N, she's a storm photographer, apparently he's got some fan girl crush on her or somethin', he keeps her work in a binder."
"Holy shit! Tyler knows the Y/N Y/L/N?"
Tyler would've blushed and denied Lilly's statement vehemently, but he was too far away to hear. Instead, the whipping winds and the sound of Y/N's delightful laughter filled his ears.
"She's a beaut, huh?" Tyler's voice carries over the noise, falling on Y/N's ears. She takes a breath and turns to face him for the first time in years. She nods slowly.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous. Got some great shots."
Her throat feels dry as his eyes peer down at her. She finally braves a look up at him.
"Um, I'm not studying it or anything, just bored, really. I'll let you and your crew have her."
She gives him a small smile, but he notes it's genuine as she caps the lens on her camera.
"It was good to see you, Ty. Good luck."
"Y/N, wait. I-I need to ask you somethin'."
She pauses her steps, turning back to face the man in front of her. For a split second, he looks just like the younger version that had left her all those years ago-the hat, the belt buckle, but none of that same all consuming fear.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Why do you still wear it? I saw you, that time in college, and when you did that shoot outside of Kansas City, the picture they published of you, it-you can see it real clear."
Y/N stills, pushing back hair that's blowing in the wind as she looks at him. She could say a multitude of things-how she wore it because she'd gotten so used to always wearing it. That she wore it because she wanted to hold onto him the only way she could. She could lie and say that she used it as a good luck charm. None of them would be the truth, and she was sick of lying to him, so she simply told the truth.
"Well, all the best chasers, they carry their first storm with them, right?"
She pauses, realizing how vague that was.
"What I mean is, without you taking me through my first storm I never would've done this. I was terrified of them, and you and that stupid red truck of yours showed me how beautiful they can be, and now I capture their beauty for a living. I never would've had any of this without you, so-"
She shrugs, giving him a small chuckle. The silence suffocates as he looks at her.
"Tyler listen-"
"If you're gonna apologize, don't. I'm the one that should apologize, I left you all those years ago. That was real shitty of me, and I didn't give you a warnin' or a reason why. So, I'm sorry, for all of it."
She nods, giving him a smile. The quiet floods between them again, and she pushes back her hair again before she speaks.
"I-I watch your videos, y-your livestreams. You're still crazy, but it reminds me of when we used to chase, and you'd scare me to death, and then you'd, uh, 'apologize' for it and, sometimes it's like I'm there with you."
He laughs with her.
"I-I've got every newspaper and magazine clippin' you've ever been in. You're pictures they're-breathtakin', it feels like you're standin' in the field right there next to you. I guess that's just because I used to be and memories, ya know?"
She nodded, giving him a sweet smile, one that sends his heart racing. They both turn their attention to the horizon where the storm seems relatively calm, at least by their standards.
"Uh, Y/N? I'm sorry, I promised you somethin' all those years ago, and I never made good on it. I think about that a lot, and-just-I'm sorry."
"I forgave you a long time ago, Ty, we were kids." She pauses, tilting her head as she looks at the storm brewing. "Besides, I don't think I'm cut out for that life anymore, I like life on the road. I mean, where else do you get moments like this? The storms back home are wonders, but nothing like this."
"I agree with you there," he chuckles. His heart pounds, and the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them. "I miss you though."
She cuts her eyes to his own, as if waiting for him to explain himself.
"You were my original chasin' partner, ya know? Plus, when things got scary, you never flinched, not really. This reporter I've got now? God help us all, can't stand much more than a strong wind."
Y/N laughs loudly before she shakes her head.
"Well, you might be in luck. I hate working for that magazine, I really, really do." She turns to face him, camera pulled close to her chest. "The Tornado Wranglers hiring? I'm looking for a job. I have a portfolio if you need it, references too."
Her statement is laced with sarcasm.
Tyler finds himself laughing now, a wide smile plastered across his face.
"I'm familiar with your work, have it on good graces that you're just what we're lookin' for. Lucky for you, we've always got room for one more, that is, if you'll have us. I gotta warn you, those over there are a handful."
"If they're anything like you, I'm likely to fall in love with them instantly."
Y/N doesn't register the words stumbling out of her mouth until they'd already filled the air between them. Without a word, Tyler grabs her hand, pulling her in closer than people who have a history like theirs should. His calloused fingers reach out to the gold pendant lying on her neck, moving it back and forth between its fingers. It had withstood their time apart-it was scratched and a little weather-worn, but, then again, so were they.
"The clasp broke about a year ago, the rest is all original. Pure gold, willing to sell it for a good offer. The guy at the pawn tried to undersell me, I know what I've got."
Tyler's chest warms, that sarcastic, witty humor he'd missed back in full force.
"Do you take alternate forms of payment?" He pulls her in by her waist with a cocky grin.
"Depends, Owens, what did you have in mind?"
He cocks his eyebrow, giving her a sort of contemplative look as his hands rest on the small of her back, hers around his neck.
"Well, I still owe you about-," He lifts his hand from around her and pretends to count on his fingers. "A billion apologies, we could chase this stunner of a storm, drop these characters back off at the motel, find us an empty field, and I could apologize like I used to...maybe?"
She shakes her head and pulls him in for a heated kiss. They're both smiling so hard its hardly a kiss, but the feelings are there.
"You've got yourself a deal, but I'm keeping the necklace."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, baby." He kisses her head, pulling her back towards his group of friends, who were now whistling at the pair, obviously catching the interaction. "Fair warning, after he finds out just who you are, Boone's likely to fall in love with you."
She raises her eyebrow, pulling away and heading towards the motley crew ahead of her.
"Guess you'll just have to chase me next."
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LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER
pairing. tyler owens x harding!reader - part 2!
summary. you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knacked for knowing just what the stormâs thinking a little infuriating and incredibly impressive.
 warnings. fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info & medical info, angst & fluff, some hurt/comfort on this fine Tuesday night.
word count. 3.7k || masterlist
a/n. twister has been my favorite movie FOREVER so here's a little homage to the og storm chasers <3
You were ten when you went storm chasing for the first time. Growing up, youâd heard your parents' stories every time there was a shift in the weather. Instead of the typical childhood fear of storms, you had always been fascinated by them; your dad, Bill Harding often joked it was in your genes, the lack of fear. With some light convincing of your mom, Dr. Jo Haring, she agreed to take you storm chasing for your tenth birthday.Â
The twister had been small, barely an EF1, but it was wondrous. There was something dangerously beautiful about it that drew you in just as it had your parents when they were younger. From that point on, you knew you wanted to be just like them, chasing storms up and down Tornado Alley.Â
And with the stubbornness passed down by your mom, that is exactly what you did. You were damn good at it to.Â
âItâs lookinâ like a big one to the southeast,â a member of your team said, slugging an arm around your shoulder as she looked up at the sky, squinting slightly at the sun. âBut the radar says weâve got another brewinâ west. She's pickinâ up speed but itâs still developing.âÂ
You hummed in response, gazing up at the sky too, judging which one was your best bet by observing the clouds in either direction. âLetâs hang back and go for the one to the west, I like her chances better.â Your teammate, Frankie, grinned as she nodded and headed off toward the other three members of your small, but mighty team.Â
As you waited for the storm to flesh out a little more, you sat on the bed of your truck, dangling your legs off of the tailgate. The fresh air filled your lungs and the faint smell of incoming rain brought a smile to your lips. Every time you got ready for a chase, you felt ten years old again, giddy and excited for the thrill of the storm. You thought back to the photo albums youâd looked at a hundred times over of your parents and their numerous storm-chasing adventures. They never pushed you into storm chasing, as it was a dangerous line of work, but from a very young age, it was clear that your fascination with storms wouldnât be quelled with a simple meteorology degree and a job behind a desk.Â
Storm chasing was in your blood, and your knack for it was known among other storm chasers.Â
âWell, if it isnât the doctor herself,â a familiar voice filled your ears, belonging to the one and only Tyler Owens. He approached your truck, hands on his hips and a certain cockiness that excited you. You liked a challenge, and you loved showing cowboys up. Tyler was good at what he did, but you were just a little bit better, and it both irritated and impressed him.Â
âBeautiful day, isnât it?â you said, earning a light chuckle from him.Â
âYou donât look in a hurry. That storm to the southeast wonât last forever.â You shrugged and he narrowed his gaze just slightly. âYouâre not going after that one, are you?âÂ
âDamn,â you sighed. âYouâre getting harder to trick, Owens.â
He laughed, light and sweet. It was easy to see how he garnered such a large online audience. Tyler was easy on the eyes, drove straight into tornados with a grin on his lips, and had the knowledge of storms to back up his insane behavior. Youâd never admit it aloud, but he did impress you, even if you thought some of his actions were reckless even for a storm chaser.
The two of you had an interesting rapport. It toes the line between rivals and friends, the odd territory in between. You loved teasing him, and he tried to outsmart you even if it never worked.Â
âMaybe youâre getting too predictable,â he said, a teasing tone in his voice.Â
âOch.â You faked hurt, placing a hand over your heart. âWhat is it you always say? If you feel it, chase it. If you think the one to the southeast is gonna show her face, go for it.âÂ
Tyler studied you for a moment, contemplating what kind of game you were playing with him. All you did was smile at him in return, which led him to roll his eyes. âUnfortunately, youâre rarely wrong,â he sighed.Â
âItâs a blessing and curse.âÂ
âYouâre impossible,â he said. âBut the west it is. It better not let me down, Dr. Harding.â You only used that title in more professional settings. That had been a condition of your mother. She had gotten her PhD and believed you could too. It was tough, but you earned it; only, you didnât expect some cowboy to use it to lightly mock you when you proved him wrong.
âYou have my word,â you said.Â
And you were right. The storm to the west produced a beautiful tornado. You and Frankie got close while the rest of your team hung back. Rain pelted the windshield as you grew closer, watching the dark funnel tear through the expanse of fields, picking up speed on the ground. Somewhere along the way, Tylerâs unmistakable red truck ripped past you, heading into the heart of the twister, which you rolled your eyes at.Â
âSheâs a beauty!â Frankie hollered, holding her camera at the ready.Â
It was a great chase, but the thing about tornados that was both thrilling and dangerous was their unpredictability. You knew the storm would be big, and the closer you grew the more power you saw that it had. The other truck carrying the rest of your team had communicated the growing intensity of the storm via the radio. But it looked to be on a steady path west, so you saw no issue tailing it while Frankie snapped pictures.
The rain only grew heavier and heavier, almost completely obstructing your view. It wasnât until a tree crash landed directly in the middle of the road did you realize the tornado had changed directions suddenly. A startled scream torn from Frankie lips and you slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing the tree.Â
âHoly shit,â she whispered, leaning up against the dash and trying to see through the rain wrap. âItâs right there. Itâs right there! We gotta go!âÂ
You quickly threw your truck in reverse and backed up, but you didnât get far. A lone semi that had been traveling skidded to a stop just a couple hundred feet behind you. The way they had stopped at the sight of the tornado left its trailer sideways across the road before it was abandoned by the figure hunkering down in the ditch that lined the backroad.Â
You hissed under your breath, trapped between two objects and a tornado that shook your truck. There wasnât enough space to fly around the semi. The ditches on either side of the road were too deep to take quickly and another minute trying to maneuver around the semi would only lead to your truck getting swallowed by the storm, picked up, and tossed around like a rag doll.Â
Your parents had prepared you for a kind of situation like that, but that didnât shake your panic. With a rapidly beating heart, you put the truck in park and yelled at Frankie to get out. You both stepped out into the storm as the tornado loomed closer and closer. Wind whipped all around you along with debris. You grabbed Frankieâs hand and together you sprinted toward the ditch.Â
Frankie lay on her stomach, and you lay beside her, covering her head the best that you could. Whatever happened, you had always told yourself your teammates' safety came first. You were the one who talked them into storm chasing with you. So, when danger arose, you felt the responsibility of keeping them safe.Â
The screeching of winds was so loud in your ears that it almost disoriented you enough to miss the sharp piece of debris that swooped down at the tornado that passed along the field just opposite of the ditch, not directly over top of you but much too close for comfort. Something smacked against the back of your head, but you closed your eyes and held onto Frankie in hope of shielding her from any other flying objects.Â
You werenât sure how long you two lied there, but it felt like a lifetime until the tornado traveled further away. The winds died down but your heart beat stayed quickly pounding against your chest.Â
Sitting up, you felt the sharp sting settling in the back of your head, but you ignored it at the sight of Frankieâs cut leg.Â
âShit,â you muttered, grabbing her knee to examine the clean slice down the back of her shin.Â
She wiped back the wet pieces of her hair and let out a shuttered breath. âHoly shit, that was crazy.â You pulled off your sweatshirt and wrapped the wet fabric around her shin. âWhatâre you doing?âÂ
âYouâre bleeding.âÂ
âItâs fine,â she said, trying to brush it off, but you heard the pain in her voice, along with the tremble of lingering fear at your close call. You knew the dangers of storm chasing and the possibilities of injuries, but it always felt different to you when it was a member of your team, one of your friends.Â
A couple minutes after you tied your sweatshirt around her shin and helped her up from the ditch, the truck carrying the rest of your teammates rolled up, hooting and hollering at the size of the storm until they saw the state the two of you were in.Â
âTake her back to the motel. If the bleeding doesnât stop take her to the hospital.â Frankie opened her mouth to protest, but you cut her off. âIâm serious.âÂ
âWhat about you?â another member of your team asked.Â
You looked down the road at your overturned truck, sighing sadly to yourself as the pain in the back of your head throbbed. âIâve gotta call someone for my truck. Iâll meet you back at the motel later.âÂ
They were hesitant to leave you but eventually agreed. Down the debris-littered road, you hobbled back to your truck. It had been a gift from your parents after you graduated college; it was special to you, but it was totaled thanks to the tornado.Â
With a groan, you heaved open the door and tried to gather your belongings, but a wave of dizziness washed over you. You staggered backward, reaching up to touch the tender spot on the back of your head. Something wet coated your fingers and when you pulled your hand back, it was painted red. Frustrated, you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself down enough to find your cell phone. Unfortunately, the cut was a little worse than you wanted to admit, and you felt blood drip down the back of your neck.Â
Dizzily, you sat down on the road, blinking back the pain and wooziness. A slow creep of panic started to take hold as the pain intensified and the world started to spin just slightly.Â
With one hand placed firmly on the back of your head, you rubbed your temple with your other, trying to think clearly but it became increasingly more difficult. You missed the hum of an engine nearby, but a slam of a door startled you.Â
âHarding!â Someone yelled and you blinked slowly, keeping a hold on the back of your head as you looked up to see Tyler Owens bee-lining right toward you. He kneeled in front of you, brows furrowed and lips pulled in a small frown. âHey, are you all right?âÂ
âYeah,â you said quickly, once again trying to push away the dizziness that plagued you. âIâm, uh, just looking for my phone. I gotta call someone for my truck.â The words felt heavy in your mouth, which couldnât be a good sign. Whatever struck the back of your head hit it hard and the blood that leaked from the wound wasnât helping.Â
He studied you for a moment, his gaze landing on your hand pressed against the back of your head. âYou hurt?â You started to shake your head, but that only caused little black dots to temporarily pepper your vision. Tyler wasnât an idiot; he reached up and carefully pushed your hand back, stopping when he saw the blood that started to drip down your arm. He cursed under his breath and yelled something at whoever sat in the passenger seat of his truck.Â
âHey.â His voice became soft, comforting even. âWeâve gotta get you to a hospital.âÂ
âIâm fine,â you inisted, even though every thing you felt inside your body proved that to be untrue. You just hated not being able to do something yourself; you hated needing help. Your father said you interited that from your mother, while she said you got it from your father. Truth was, they both had their air of stubbornness and you was born with double.Â
Tyler shook his head. âNo, youâre not.â He stood to his feet and gently tugged on your arm in an attempt to help you stand. Begrudgingly, you let him help you. Standing up, the world spun faster and you felt panic swell uncomfortably in your chest. You swayed catching yourself on Tylerâs arms as they grabbed your shoulders. âIâve got you,â he said. Maybe it was your slightly disoriented state, but his assurance and hands firmly holding onto your arms made some of your panic recoil. As much as you wanted to be okay, you knew that was not the case.Â
He knew that too, and helped you into the passenger seat of his truck before he instructed one of his fellow Wranglers to keep pressure on the back of your head with whatever they could find in the backseat. You winced as a crumbled up shirt was held against your head, but the moving truck overwhelmed you with dizziness that made the physical pain of your wound the least of your worries. You didnât want to pass out but your eyes felt heavy.Â
Tyler noticed it too, and placed a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze and a shake. âYou gotta stay with me, okay? You gotta stay awake.âÂ
âMâtrying,â you muttered.Â
âYou were right about the storm,â he said. âBut arenât you always?âÂ
A pained smile fell across your lips. âWas that a compliment?âÂ
He laughed, driving quickly down the road with one hand gripping the wheel tightly. âYeah. Youâre hard to say something bad about. You know your stuff, better than me, thatâs for sure.âÂ
âMy parents taught me,â you said, desperately trying to keep yourself consciousness, but it grew more difficult by the minute.Â
âDo they still chase?â he asked.Â
âNot much anymore. Sometimes if a stormâs close, theyâll take a drive. But they always say theyâve had their fun.â They also said they shared enough close calls to know it was time to hang it up. You know they worried youâd find yourself in one too, but youâd always been careful and rarely got yourself into a situation you couldnât get out of, until now, that was.Â
Darkness encroached on your vision, threatening to force your eyes closed. Some the backseat, you heard one of the Wrangles call Tylerâs name. He turned his head, but you couldnât see the concerningly red-soaked shirt that made his stomach churn and caused him to press down on the gas harder. Your head lulled to the side and your eyes fluttered close. Vaguely, you heard Tyler call your name and felt him shake your knee, but you couldnât open your eyes or open your mouth. Everything fell dark.Â
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Tyler had spent his fair share of time in hospitals. Heâd been bucked off a bull more than once, resulting in his mother dragging him to the hospital and threatening to make him quit. Eventually she held to her threat when he shattered his nose and gained a nasty concussion.Â
Being at the hospital for himself was one thing, being there for you made him realize why his mother used to be drenched in worry. He nervously drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair in the hospital room. You were asleep, a fresh bandage wrapped around your head and with a minor concussion. The cut on the back of your head required a couple stitches; you were lucky, all things considered, but Tyler really hated seeing you like that.Â
To him, youâd always been unreal. A second generation storm chaser so accomplished. Not only did you know your stuff, it was clear how much you enjoyed it. You lit up at the sight of storms, and Tyler couldnât help but be in awe. There was a competitive nature to storm chasing and as much as he wanted to be annoyed by you always being two steps ahead of him, he couldnât. He was just impressed.Â
Tyler wasnât sure how or when that admiration turned into something that teetered on affection, but it felt more than it had been before seated at your hospital bedside. Heâd never felt his stomach drop like that before, when you passed out in his truck, Boone holding a bloodied shirt to you head. Even after the doctor said youâd be just fine, he felt on edge.Â
The door to your room was pushed open by a nurse who led in two more people, who he instantly recognized: The Hardings.Â
He stood up quickly and watched as your mom rushed to your side, brushing a hand across your cheek with a deep frown. âOh, baby girl,â she sighed. Â
The nurse offered your concerned parents a polite smile. âAs the doctor said, the concussion was minor so all she need is some rest for the couple of days to a week. She should wake up soon and we'll see how sheâs doing, then the doctor will let you know when she can be discharged.âÂ
You dad rubbed your momâs back like he was trying to ease the heavy worry that shined in her face, but he too looked just as worried with a crease across his forehead.Â
Tyler lightly cleared his throat, gaining your parentsâ attention. "Hello, ma'am, sir," he greeted them.
âYou must be the one who brought her in,â Jo said, and Tyler nodded in response. âThank you. Weâd been trying to call her, after we saw that storm, but she never answered and IâŠI just had a bad feeling.âÂ
Bill rubbed the light stubble on his chin. âNo wonder sheâs knocked out; I donât think youâd get here otherwise. Stubborn, that kid.âÂ
A found smile spread across Tylerâs lips. âShe kept saying she was fine until she nearly passed out on me. We only got a couple miles before she did pass out; scared the life out of me,â he said, running a stressed hand through his hair freed from his hat. The second you passed out in his truck, he nearly broke every traffic law. He wasnât sure heâd never been quiet that scared, which was something he wasn't sure how to feel about.
Your mom furrowed her brows at Tylerâs words, something glinting behind her eyes until it shined in recognition. âYouâre that storm chaser sheâs always talkinâ about,â Jo said. âThe one online.âÂ
âOh, yeah,â Bill said, nodding in Tylerâs direction. He couldnât tell if it was disdain or indifference in the manâs voice, but Tyler was too hung up on the fact that you talked about him to care much. He didnât know that filled him with an odd sense of pride and warmth. You two werenât exactly friends but you were more than acquaintances. It was more like a nice, workplace rivalry that he enjoyed a lot more than heâd admit.Â
A small groan sounded from the bed, and everyone turned as your eyes fluttered open. Your mom was quick to your side, speaking quietly under the hum of fluorescent lights.Â
You started to mumble something about your truck that Tyler couldnât quite make out, but your dad seemed to understand immediately. He said heâd take care of it, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he headed out into the hall with his cell phone in hand.Â
Tyler felt like he overstayed his welcome; you were in better hands with your parents there. He collected his things from the chair, garnering your attention.Â
âTyler,â you said, pushing yourself to sit upright. âThank you.âÂ
He smiled. âNo problem, doctor. I couldnât let one of the best chasers be out of the game, now could I?âÂ
âSo you admit it? Iâve got you beat.âÂ
âI said one of,â he joked. âBut you may have one or two legs up on me. Not for long though. Iâll catch up.âÂ
Something in your smile made him want to sigh in relief, but he held it back. âNot a chance.âÂ
âThen you better rest up; Iâll see you back out there.âÂ
Bonus!
It took a little longer for you to bounce back, but the second you felt like yourself again, you were right back at it. Morning was supposed to bright a slew of storms to Kansas, so you and your team hightailed it to the state, finding a cozy little motel already occupied by other storm chasers. You spotted Tylerâs truck instantly, followed by a strange turn of your stomach.Â
You hadnât seen him since you woke up in the hospital, slightly surprised that he stayed with you until your parents arrived. Since then, your mom had managed to bring him up at every opportunity, not so subtly hint at what a pair the two of you would be. You brushed her off, but a small part of you wondered what would happen if you hung around the cowboy a little more.Â
âLook whoâs back!â Tylerâs voice sounded the second you hopped out of Frankieâs beat-up but sturdy truck; you were saving up for a new one, something even nicer that you could doctor up for chasing.Â
He approached you with a beaming smile, flashing his teeth. âI just couldnât stay away,â you replied. âI didnât miss anything too crazy, did I?âÂ
Tyler shook his head. âIt seemed like mother nature saved the good ones for you. Theyâre talkinâ some big ones tomorrow.â The giddy feeling that accompanied storm filled your chest, and the company of Tyler heightened it, strange and new but not completely unwelcome. Maybe it was time you gave into his charm a little more.
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Stay Stay Stay Pairing - Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary - Until you met Tyler, you'd only had shitty boyfriends who would leave at the first sign of trouble or when you started to get too attached. Tyler Owens however is there to show you that he's in it for the long run, even when he finds out you're pregnant with his child. Word Count - 4.5k Warnings - Pregnant Reader, but this is just 4k words of pure fluff based on Taylor Swift's Stay Stay Stay ngl.
You woke up feeling miserable. You had barely gotten any sleep, staying up most of the night crying, and all you could think about was how stupid the fight you and Tyler had seemed now. You glanced over at the clock on your bedside table, and shot up when you realized how late it was. Tyler might have already gone, and now you wouldnât get the chance to say how sorry you were. The fear of that gripping your chest had you rolling out of bed and out the door. What you saw in the hallway however, had you stopping in your tracks.Â
 As soon as you shut the door behind you, Tyler jolted awake from his spot on the floor, rubbing his eyes. He was still in his clothes from last night, the button up and jeans, complete with cowboy boots. âYou stayed out here all night?â You asked, emotion tight in your throat.Â
Tyler looked up at you, brushing his hair back from his face. âOf course I did. Didnât know if you might need me or not after those nightmares youâve been having.âÂ
âBut - but I threw something-â
âYour phone.â He informed you.Â
Heat rushed to your face in embarrassment. â-My phone at you.âÂ
âI donât know if Iâd really say âat meâ. If so, your aim was pretty off for someone who used to play baseball.â He said, and he started to move so he could stand up.Â
Before he could though, you bent down and scrambled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him as the tears fell down your cheeks.Â
He let out a surprised grunt, but put his arms around you as well. âTo be honest, not the greeting I was expecting this morning.â He said in a strained voice, probably because you were squeezing him so tight.Â
âI thought you left already, and I didnât want you to leave mad at me, because if something happened to you out there. . .â You wondered if he could even understand you with the way your tears messed with your breathing, but you had to tell him. The thought of him leaving while the two of you were mad at each other made you feel sick.Â
âHey,â Tyler started running a hand through your hair, the comfort of the motion easing into you. âI wasnât about to leave without talking to you. I told them Iâd catch up.â You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against the side of your head. âAnd you know I canât leave without my good luck kiss.âÂ
You pulled back so you could look at him when you said this. âIâm so sorry. I donât know why I got so mad. Iâve just been all over the place lately, and I feel like Iâm losing my mind. Iâm mad one second, the next Iâm sobbing, then I canât keep my eyes open, and the next second I feel like Iâm going to die if Iâm not jumping your bones-â
Tyler reached up and brushed your tears away with his thumb. âThat oneâs my favorite.â He said with a smirk.Â
You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. âI think Iâm going crazy.âÂ
âBaby, you chase tornados in your spare time. Pretty sure by most peopleâs standards you are crazy,â he said, putting some hair behind your ear.Â
You shook your head, and playfully smacked him in the chest. âIâm serious. I mean I know I get a little crazy around-â the thought hit you like a freight train. âTyler, whatâs today?âÂ
His brow furrowed, his smirk turning into a frown. âSunday . . .â
âNo! I mean what day of the month?â Were the calculations you were doing in your head right? Had the time passed that quickly?Â
âItâs the 11th. Why?âÂ
Oh god. You gripped his face in your hands. âTy, Iâm late.âÂ
Tyler squinted at you. âDid you have somewhere to go . . . ?âÂ
You shook your head, your eyes wide with panic. âNo, Tyler. Iâm late.â You grabbed one of his arms and put his hand on your stomach, giving him a significant look.Â
It was funny, how you could almost see the gears moving in his mind. It was like when he was trying to decide what storm to chase. You could tell the exact moments your words and actions landed. His eyes widened, and he glanced down at your stomach, then you. âYouâre late . . . For that?âÂ
You nodded, watching his face for his reaction. It was an accident of course. The two of you tried to be careful, but one night a couple of months ago after an insane chase . . . The adrenaline got the better of both of you. While you had known you could get pregnant, you thought the chances of it happening the one time you didnât use protection couldnïżœïżœt be that high. Well, the universe might be proving you wrong. You werenât sure how you felt about the possibility, but you were damn sure terrified of what Tyler might be thinking.Â
You didnât need to be.Â
A slow grin started to spread on his face, and within seconds you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder and into the air.Â
Letting out a little shriek, you grabbed a hold of his shirt. âTyler! Put me down!âÂ
âCanât! Got to go buy a pregnancy test.â He said, giving you a smack on the ass that made you squeal again.Â
âWe canât! Iâm not wearing pants!âÂ
âYou donât need pants to take a pregnancy test!â He said.Â
A laugh left your lips at that, but then you smacked his back to get his attention. âTy, what about the crew? Theyâre waiting on you. I can take the test, and call you-â
He put you down then, his hands holding your face and making you look at him. âIf you think there is anything more important to me right now than this, youâre wrong.â Â
It almost embarrassed you that you had thought for even a second any different. âI might not be, you know? I could actually be losing my mind.âÂ
Tyler shrugged. âEither way, thereâs no place Iâd rather be right now than here with you.â He said, sliding his hands down to grab your own, then leaned forward to give you one of the sweetest kisses youâve ever had in your life, all gentle and tender, enough to almost bring tears back to your eyes. âNow, thereâs my good luck kiss.â He said once he pulled away.Â
âAnd what do you need good luck for, huh Owens?â You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.Â
He smirked at you. âIâll tell you later.âÂ
And he did. In about five months after he shot fireworks up in a tornado to reveal you were having a boy, just like he wanted.Â
ââââââââ
âTy! I can pick up potatoes. Iâm barely showing.â You said, shaking your head at him as he dived in front of you to get the sack of potatoes before you could.Â
He put them in the grocery cart, leaning over it and crossing his arms. âSee, I know that, but the gentleman in me wonât let the woman carrying my son do something as lowly as pick up potatoes.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. It was sweet, but you knew it was also going to drive you crazy. âIf you donât let me do some things I might murder you in your sleep. I hope you know that.âÂ
Tyler raised his eyebrows at you, pretending to look confused. âThen who would reach all the stuff on the top shelf?â He asked, his expression morphing into a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest.Â
âI guess Iâll have to find another tall, handsome cowboy. Shouldnât be too hard.â You teased, and then grabbed the cart, pushing it past him.Â
He stopped you, grabbing you around the waist, holding you back against his chest and pressing a kiss against your neck. âUnfortunately, youâll find Iâm very hard to replace.â He murmured against your skin.Â
You couldnât help but laugh, elbowing him in the side. âAll right cowboy, if youâre going to not let me pick anything up heavier than three pounds, go do me a favor and get the water. Lily said you guys are running low, and the weather conditions for the weekend look rough.âÂ
Tyler pressed another kiss against your neck, and then let you go. âWhatever you say maâam.âÂ
You watched him walk away, a sight you always enjoyed in those jeans, then hurried up to get as many of your groceries as you could before Tyler came back to not let you do anything again.Â
âWell, look who it is.âÂ
Oh god, you knew that voice. It was one you hadnât heard in years now, and one you hoped never to hear again. You almost didnât want to turn around so you could pretend it wasnât there, but you knew this person wasnât going to allow that to happen. It would hurt his ego too much. Turning around, you let out a sigh at the familiar face. âHey, Charles.âÂ
Your ex was a dick. In fact almost all of your exes were dicks. Until you started dating Tyler, you hadnât known what it was like to date someone that put you above themselves. Charles was no different. In fact, he was one of the worst, and the way he was looking at you right now made you want to throw up. Or maybe that was the morning sickness . . .Â
âIâve got to say,â he looked you up and down. âYouâre looking good.âÂ
Nope, it wasn't morning sickness. âThanks.â You replied, moving your cart so you could go around him. Hopefully you could make a quick escape and pretend this whole interaction had never happened. âIt was good seeing you.â Lies.Â
He grabbed the cart, stopping you in your tracks. âWait a second. Donât you think we should catch up some? I mean itâs been-â
âFive years.â You answered, your hands squeezing the handle of the cart.Â
He smirked. âYou kept track?âÂ
You wanted to smack that expression off his face, âto celebrate.âÂ
The nice facade faded upon your words. âYou know, I thought maybe youâd changed over the years, but it seems like youâre still a-â
âGot the waters!â You breathed a quick little sigh of relief as Tyler came to a stop beside you, carrying not one, but two packs of water. He placed them in the cart, flipped his baseball cap around backwards, and put his hand on the small of your back. âWhoâs this?â Tyler asked with his charming grin.Â
You took a step closer to Tyler, not because you were scared of Charles, but because you liked the comfort of his presence. Something you never felt with the douche in front of you now. âYou remember me telling you about Charles? This is him.âÂ
To Charles, Tyler showed no response to the name, but you felt the hand on your back press a little harder against your skin. Tyler turned to look at you, and there was a little glimmer in his eyes when he spoke. âI donât actually. Are you sure youâve mentioned someone named Charles before?âÂ
You had to bite back a smirk once you realized what he was up to. âYeah, I think so.â You played along.Â
âHmmm, I must not have thought it was that important. Anyway, Tyler Owens.â He held out his hand to Charles, and you watched Charlesâs face with delight. Not only had Tyler made him feel unimportant, something you knew from experience he couldnât stand, but Tyler was . . . a big man. At least a foot taller than Charles, and more muscles on him than this guy could ever hope to have. You didnât however expect the look of disbelief that crossed his face.Â
âTyler Owens? The tornado wrangler?â He asked, almost too shocked to shake his hand, but then he collected himself and reached for Tylerâs.Â
âThe very same.â He said. âThough Iâve got to say, I think my favorite title is her future husband.â He said, nodding his head back to you.Â
Heat flushed straight to your face at the bold statement. Tyler and you hadnât talked much about marriage. You had thought that might be the logical next step, but you also didnât want to bring it up if it scared him away. With past boyfriends, including the one in front of you, it always had. You shouldâve known by now though that Tyler was nothing like that. You leaned into him more now, smiling as his arm went around you and his hand rested on your stomach.Â
âHer future-â Charles looked dumbfounded, and you also didnât miss the wince when Tyler shook his hand probably more roughly than necessary.Â
âGot to lock her down, you know? Plenty of other idiots have already let her go. Iâm not going to make the same mistake.â Tyler replied, giving you a smile full of mischief.Â
You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your stomach. âTy, Iâm having your baby. I donât think you have to worry about that.â You assured him, your smile widening as he kissed your cheek.Â
âYouâre - youâre pregnant?âÂ
Youâd almost forgotten Charles was there with Tylerâs sudden proclamation, but his words pulled your attention back to him. Turning to the side, you let him see the slight curve to your stomach. âYep. Four months to go before we meet our baby boy.âÂ
As soon as you said the words, Tylerâs face lit up with genuine excitement like it always did. âI canât wait.â He turned back to Charles, putting both of his arms around you protectively now. âHow do you two know each other again?â Tyler asked, and once again you had to fight back a laugh.Â
âIt doesnât matter.â You said, looking back up at Tyler with a soft smile. âWe need to be getting out of here anyway right babe?âÂ
âYes maâam. Well, it was nice to meet you, Chuck.â Tyler said, stepping back from you so he could grab a hold of the cart with one hand, taking your hand in the other.Â
You couldnât hold your laughter back anymore at that point, entwining your fingers together as you followed him to the register, leaving Charles standing dumbfounded in your wake.Â
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It was the thing you had been the most scared of happening. You had no one else to blame other than yourself though. You were the one who had insisted that Tyler go on the chase. It was supposed to be a large storm, and you reminded him that it was the last one heâd probably go on for a while since the season was ending, as was your pregnancy. You had faith that he would be careful, knowing that he wouldnât risk anything that would endanger him from meeting his son.Â
What you hadnât expected however, was your water to break three weeks early.Â
It was safe to say you were panicking when you called your sister to come get you, and by the time they wheeled you back to your room, you were close to a full blown meltdown. âI canât do this without him.â You told her, holding your stomach as if that could keep him in, tears streaming down your face. âAnd heâs at least five hours away! What if I donât have that long?!â
Your sister, who was more calm than you, grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. âHe will make it, Iâm sure. Youâve texted him right?âÂ
You bit your lip, and when your sister gave you a look, you blurted. âI didnât want to ruin his chase! I thought Iâd wait to see if the doctor was even going to take me!âÂ
âOh my god.â She reached into your bag and grabbed your phone. You held out your hand for it, but she was already texting away. âThere, done.âÂ
âWhat did you say?âÂ
But she didnât answer, instead she waited about ten seconds and said, âhe said heâs on his way.âÂ
You nodded, watching as she put your phone back in your purse. God you hoped he was going to make it. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying. You were already scared enough that something was wrong because of how early he was. Having to have this baby without Tyler by your side, reassuring you the whole way, seemed impossible.Â
A few minutes later, while you were lost in your thoughts, the door to your room opened and a nurse walked in. âHey, honey, howâre we doing?âÂ
âSheâs panicking.â Your sister replied for you.Â
You glared at her. âMy boyfriend, heâs - heâs not going to be able to get here for a few hours, do you think I have that long?âÂ
She gave you a sympathetic smile. âWell thatâs according to him Iâd say, because I speak from experience when I say babies donât wait for no one.â She said.Â
Oh god, he wasnât going to make it. You just knew it. He wasnât going to make it in time, and you would have to try and do this without him, and you didnât think that you could. You needed him. You needed him so badly it added to the pain you were already in, and the worst part was that it was your fault. If you hadnât forced him to go on that chase -Â
âIâm here, Iâm here!âÂ
To your complete and utter shock, Tyler came sliding into your room, taking his cowboy hat off and hurrying to your side.Â
âTy?â Was all you could think to say.
âDid I miss anything?â Tyler asked, taking your hand in his own and looking at your nurse.Â
âDad, I assume?â The nurse said with a smile.Â
Tyler beamed at the use of the word. âAbout to be.âÂ
âIn that case, you havenât missed a thing yet. Weâre about to take some vitals and get this show on the road.â She informed him. âGlad you could make it.â She said, and left your room. Your sister, sensing the two of you needed some alone time, followed close behind.Â
Once they had both left, your thoughts caught up to your brain, and you squeezed Tylerâs hand. âTyler Owens, Iâve never been more happy to see you in my entire life, but how the hell did you get here so fast?âÂ
He gave you an affectionate smile, and reached up to wipe away the tears you didnât even know youâd still been crying. âYeah, so about that chase . . . I never went.âÂ
âYou - you what?âÂ
He started stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. âYou were less than a month away from having our son. I knew youâd blame yourself if I didnât go, but I also knew if something happened while I was away . . . Youâd blame yourself too. So I just . . . stayed at a hotel the past couple of nights.âÂ
You couldnât even be mad. He knew you too well, and the relief you felt that he was here to help you was too much to be upset. âI was so scared you were going to miss it.âÂ
âNot for the largest tornado in the world baby.â Tyler said, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. âYou ready to do this?â He asked as they started wheeling in the equipment.Â
Not five minutes ago you were horrified. The effect of Tylerâs presence on your emotions was remarkable. With him by your side, you had no doubts that you could do this. You could have this baby. âNow that youâre here? Definitely.âÂ
Tyler leaned forward to give you the last kiss the two of you would have before you were parents, the smile on his lips unmistakable.Â
ââââââââ
âHe looks so much like you itâs like you birthed him.â You said with a tired laugh. It was god knows how many hours later, you had never been more tired in your life, and somehow you and Tyler had squeezed into your tiny hospital bed. You were leaning against his shoulder, eyes glued to the baby he held in his arms that was looking up at you both curiously.Â
âNot completely. I know that nose anywhere.â He said, gently tapping your son in the nose. Then, for the first time since his son had been placed in his arms, he looked at you, the unmistakable glint of tears in his eyes. âHeâs perfect.âÂ
You knew that you were already emotional. You were exhausted, overwhelmed and a million other things at once, but the way Tyler was looking at your son, then at you? Your whole body seemed to light up with warmth. It was love all over his face, pure, intense love, and you didnât think youâd ever be able to forget what it looked like again. You felt too choked up to speak, so you slipped your arm through his to curl your hand around his bicep, and turned your head to kiss his shoulder.Â
A smile formed on your face as Tyler looked back at your son, that adoring expression not fading for a second. âThis is the best day of my life so far.âÂ
âSo far?â You said curiously.Â
âWell, you havenât agreed to marry me yet.â He replied, grinning over at you.Â
Your smile widened, giving his arm a little squeeze. âTy, you havenât asked.âÂ
âI havenât?â Tyler said, pretending to look confused. âItâs a great proposal. Youâll just have to wait and see.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but the thought of Tyler proposing to you made you feel giddy. âDoes it involve fireworks in a tornado?â You teased.Â
He shook his head. âNah, been there, done that. Boone would love it though.â Tyler shifted your son, who cuddled right against his chest. âBy the way, the crewâs waiting outside with your sister.âÂ
You sat further up, wincing when you moved too quickly. âJeez Tyler, how long have they been out there?âÂ
âSince they dropped me off.â He admitted.Â
âYou mean none of them went on the chase either?â You said in shock.Â
Tyler shook his head again, âThey said this was going to be better than any tornado.âÂ
Your throat clogged with emotion again, and you really hoped this crying at the drop of a hat wasnât going to last long. âGo get them! They deserve to see him!âÂ
He reached up, brushing a tear away from your face. âAre you sure? I know how tired you are, and I can tell them to come back tomorrow.âÂ
âI can sleep when theyâre gone. Right now I want them to see what they gave up a chase for.â You said, holding out your arms for the baby.Â
Tyler leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead and handing your son over as gently as if he was made of glass. You smiled as he snuggled right up to your chest, and knew that there was no better feeling in the world than this right here. When you looked up, Tyler was staring at the two of you as if he was trying to memorize this moment. âI love you.â He said finally.Â
You felt like you could float at that moment, so light and loved. âWe love you too.â You told him, and the softest smile formed on his face. âGo,â you told him before you started crying again. âWeâre not going anywhere.â You joked.Â
âYou better not.â He played along, giving you a mock stern look, and then he went outside the door.Â
Not ten seconds later you heard a cheer from outside your door, and you couldnât help but let out a chuckle at their enthusiasm. Of course, they were shushed by nurses, and then Tyler brought them all in.Â
You smiled at them as your sister, Lily, Boone, Dex and Daniâs eyes all went straight to the baby in your arms. Lily, Dani, your sister and Dex rushed forward to get a better look and started cooing over him, the biggest smiles on their faces while Boone hung back, eyes wide like he couldnât believe the baby was a real thing.
âWe got you guys something.â Dex said, holding up some familiar looking material as Tyler got back into the bed with you. He handed him the shirts, and Tyler unfolded them, letting out a laugh before showing them to you. It was similar to the normal shirts, but instead of Tylerâs face, it was a baby with a cowboy hat. That would have been hilarious enough, but instead of saying, ânot my first tornadeoâ it said, âthis is my first babeo.âÂ
âOh my god, itâs so cheesy. I love it.â You said with a laugh yourself.Â
âWe also got little man . . .â Dani held up a little onesie that said, âmini wranglerâ on it with their tornado logo.Â
You grinned, looking down at the bundle of cuteness in your arms. âItâs perfect.â You said, turning your smile to them. âThank you guys for bringing Ty by the way, and staying. I would have understood if you all went on the chase.âÂ
âAre you crazy? We werenât going to miss this.â Lily said, giving your son a little wave.Â
Your eyes went over to Boone though, still standing back a little ways. The man who had gone into tornados and helped shoot fireworks and rockets up into them was looking at the baby in your arms like it was a bomb. âHey Boone, you want to hold him?â You asked.Â
âOh, I donât - I wouldnât even know how-â
But Dani was already pushing him towards you. âItâs all right Boone, you got this.â You reassured him, sitting up a little more to hand him your son.Â
âMake sure you get the back of his head.â Tyler said, watching with the eyes of a hawk as you gently placed him in Booneâs arms.Â
âWoah.â Boone said, as he looked down at him.Â
Tyler wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and now that your arms were free, you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his stomach.Â
âT, man! He looks just like you!â Boone said, and you smiled at the excitement in his voice.Â
âExcept for the nose.â Tyler said, and you found your eyes closing as Tyler pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
He was so comfortable, and you were so tired. You felt yourself starting to drift off as his thumb brushed up and down your shoulder. It was hard not to when you felt so safe and loved, surrounded by your family, your new baby and the love of your life.Â
Tyler could sense it, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. âYou want me to kick them out?âÂ
You shook your head, tightening your grip on him. âThey can stay.â You murmured, nuzzling into him. âMake sure Boone doesnât get too excited and drop our baby.â You joked.Â
âYes maâam.â Tyler responded with a chuckle, pulling you closer. âYou go ahead and rest. I'll be here when you wake up.âÂ
âI know.â You mumbled sleepily with a soft smile. âYou always stay.â
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About Time
Tyler Owens x Childhood Friend!Reader
Summary: Youâve been Tylerâs best friend since childhood, but a near-death experience makes him realize he feels much more for you than friendship and he shouldnât have allowed himself to deny it for so long.Â
Warnings/Notes: cursing, mild angst, mostly fluff, typos
Words: 2300
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It was when he almost lost you that Tyler knew he was in love with you. When he was forced to play tug of war with the violent winds to keep you in his arms. When he felt your chest move against his with your shallow, rapid breaths. When he heard his name, a soft whimper from quivering lips.Â
âTâTylerâŠâ
He tightened his grasp on your waist and mumbled, âI got you, darlinâ. Just don't let go.â
At that moment, he didn't know if he could protect you, but the alternative was an unbearable thought. Living without you was unimaginable, unacceptable, so if the winds planned to take you, they would have no choice but to take him, too. Then at least you'd be going together.Â
Heâd always felt something for you, and he understood that he probably always would, but he'd been unwilling to give it a name more intense than a teenage crush that just happened to last well past its expiration date. And while your perpetually growing beauty and intoxicating laugh made it hard for him to tame what he continued to feel, heâd managed.Â
But that fear of imminent deathâmore potent than everâtapped into the depths of those feelings heâd been swallowing for more than a decade. The abuse of pelting rain and flying debris paled in comparison to the overwhelming storm breaking free from the neglected portion of his heart.Â
Once disaster moved along, you looked up at him with wide, weary eyes, and he couldnât think clearly past the repetitive chanting in his head: âI love you, I love you, I love youâ. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, overpowering every other sense of logic and reason. He pushed strands of damp hair from your face, cupped your cheeks, then leaned down and sealed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. The first kiss. A kiss that typically has a much better outcome than what followed.
He hasn't seen you since that day. A week has come and gone and not one glimpse of your face, and now heâs more desperate for the sight than heâs ever been before. Missing you when youâre not around is far from new, but having released his feelings, the all-consuming sensation is worse. Itâs harder to tolerate.
You're avoiding him, he knows it, but he supposes that can happen when someone kisses their best friend with no prior discussion of deeper feelings. It's not what he would do were the situation reversedâhe'd still be all over you, kissing you back, smiling, never letting you goâbut you've chosen to handle things quite differently, and in doing so, has left him no choice but to respond accordingly.
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âMorninâ,â you hear, nearly dropping the pail of milk youâd been collecting all morning. Eyes darting to your right, you find Tyler sitting in one of the living room's quilted armchairs. Your heartbeat stutters.Â
When you turn your head to the left, your mother is leaning against the kitchen countertop, her fluffy robe tied around her body and a cup of steaming coffee in her hands that she brings to her lips as she reads the newspaper splayed out beside her.Â
âMom, what is Tyler doing here?â
She glances up, swallows, and swipes her tongue across her bottom lip to catch the remnants of caramel-colored liquid. âOh gosh, dear, he must've snuck in,â she replies, feigning ignorance. âBut Iâm not one for kickinâ anyoneâespecially not a fine, young manâoff my property, so I guess heâll just have to stay.â
With a huff, you set the pail down on the breakfast table, knowing your mother will take care of it, and shoot her a glare before making your way to the living room. Tyler stares up at you. You cross your arms and nudge your head toward the storage barn just behind the house where the two of you used to hold your late-night meetings when you were children, and later, teenagers. Many nights you spent in that barn after Tyler had snuck out of his parentâs house and chucked a pebble at your window to wake you.Â
Tyler nods and follows you out the back door to the large structure that protects your privacy from the prying ears of the woman inside the house.Â
âWe gotta get you a new phone, darlinâ,â Tyler says to your back once you're enclosed in the barn. âThe one you've got doesn't seem to be receiving my callsâŠor textsâŠor elaborate voicemails.â
âTylerâŠâ you sigh, twisting to face him.
âYou know we gotta talk about it,â he says. And heâs right, despite how the complicated element introduced into your relationship is entirely his fault and so you shouldnât have to owe him the time of day until you're ready to give it. âYou didnât have to run away from me.â
âI didnât run.â Tylerâs eyes follow the movement of your arms wrapping tighter around yourself and he swallows hard. âI walked.â
âSpeed-walked,â he counters. âBorderline jogged.â
You groan, your tense shoulders sagging. âTyler listen, I justââ
âDo you really think disappearing on me was a fair thing to do?â he interrupts. âIâm your best friend.â
Your jaw drops at the audacity. Not surprising, really; Tylerâs always had a way of wording things that gets under peopleâs skin, but out of the two of you, he is the last person who should be doling out the criticism.Â
âFair?â you huff. âYouâre the one whoââ
âI mean, what was so wrong with it?â Long fingers slide through his blond hair. âCan you honestly say youâve never thought about me in that way? It hasnât crossed your mind once? No sex dreams? Nothinâ? âCause Iâve been wrestlinâ with it since fuckinâ high school, but ok, sure, fine.â
âTyââ
âAnd I know it was unexpected but was it really that shocking? Donât you think weâd be good together? I think weâdââ
âFor fuckâs sake, Tyler, will you let me talk!â you snap, your voice carrying throughout the barn.
If you were trying to preserve your privacy, youâve definitely failed now. Half of town probably heard you and theyâre nothing short of a mile away, but at this point, Tyler has pushed you well past caring. Let them hear. Let them know whatâs going on between you. They all saw him kiss you anyway.
âWe nearly died,â you continue. âPeople around us did die.â
Tylerâs face breaks down and you instantly regret your words. You know he stuck around after you left. You know he helped everyone he could in the aftermath of disaster while you let your emotions override your system and ran home to cry to your mother over how he just rocked what was your very steady relationship.
âLook,â you sigh. âEven if I wasnât thinking about deathâand that is a massive âifââI told myself a long time ago that you are my friend, just my friend.â
Tylerâs hands settle on his hips. His eyes fall to the floor and his back teeth clench. âWhy?â
âBecause I repeated it so many times in my head that it solidified,â you tell him, throwing your arms up. âYou know why Bradley dumped me last year? And Pete a couple years before that? And Bobby back in high school?â you ask. âBecause of you. They all sensed this weirdâŠenergyâŠfrom you. All of them. Do you know how many times I had to tell them they were crazy? Do you know how many times I had to tell myself that I was crazy whenever they brought it up to me and I actually considered the possibility of you feeling that way?âÂ
You know exactly how many. Bobby had mentioned it five times before he decided he was done; broke it off with you right before prom and scoffed when he saw that Tyler had stepped up as your date. Pete was shorter-lived; asked you about Tyler three times before he said he could see which way the wind was blowing and had no interest in getting in between anything. And Bradley held the record at seven, each time making the fight outdo the one prior before he was simply fed up with the friendship you refused to sacrifice. Three boyfriends have ditched you solely because of Tyler, and fifteen times you had to talk yourself down from the jolt of excitement you got from imagining him loving you.   Â
Taking a deep breath, you say, âYou donât just get to kiss me and not let me sort out my thoughts for five damn seconds.â
Tylerâs head snaps up, jaw ticking and eyes blazing. âFive seconds?â he spits. âI havenât seen you in a week. Thatâs the longest weâve gone since I graduated.â
âThis isnât just about you; how you feel; what you think; what you want.â
âThen what are you tellinâ me?â Tyler asks.
The light quiver in his voice unnerves you. Not because you arenât used to him expressing himself to the fullestâand if heâs ever going to be vulnerable with anyone, itâs with youâbut that quiver is typically the trigger for you comforting him, taking him into your arms and holding him, letting him wrap himself around you until he feels better and is ready to stop. For some reason, you never noticed how long he would stay tied to you when you gave him the chance.Â
âAre you feelinâ like this is it?â he continues. âAre you wantinâ us to be done?â
And suddenly, youâre irritated again. You canât stop the roll of your eyes. In no universe would you ever be done with Tyler Owens, and the fact that he would entertain otherwise is asinine. âDon't be dramatic.â
âWell, what do you expect!â he shouts. âYouâre actinâ like Iâm about to lose you!â
âI didnât say anything like that!â
âBut you're mad that I kissed you!â
âDamn it, Tyler! I am not!â      Â
Green eyes widen, his breaths heavy from his heaving chest. His mouth opens then closes then opens once more. âYouâreââ He licks his lips as you watch him grasp for words. âThen why haven't you called me back?â
You shrug. âI don't know. We've never fought before, and I thought you'd be pissed that I walked off, which clearly you are, soâŠâ
âThatâs not true,â he says, moving to take a step closer to you before thinking better of it and staying put. âI havenât been pissed, darlinâ, just terrified. And missing you. AndâŠwanting you.â Heat flares your cheeks, forcing you to tear your eyes away from the desperation in his. âBut Iâm sorry. I wasnât tryinâ toâŠI mean, you left and I thoughtâŠâ
You shake your head. Whatever he let himself think, he was wrong.
The silence that settles over you is thicker than you're used to in his presence. You're used to laughter and jokes, sweet comments and banter. Tension zings in the space between your bodies, but it's pleasant, electrifying, invigorating. You feel the full impact of everything that was tucked underneath the stress and anxiety of barrelling through such a hard conversation.Â
Tyler feels it too. His face shows it. His eyes you can only describe as heatedly glittering as he stares at you staring at him. His brows are pinched from frustration of a different kind. It's his lips, though, that reveal his thoughts better than any other feature. They're softly parted, glistening from a swipe of his tongue like he's ready to lock them to yours at any second. Like he needs to be ready just in case you give him the go-ahead so he can kiss you before you dare rescind your permission.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â you ask, words quieter than you meant for them to be, but Tyler hears you. Â
His chuckle is short, half-formed, partially overtaken by the exhale of a breath. You detect a slight tease, as if you should already know the answer to that question.Â
âThat I wanna kiss you again,â he says. âSo fuckinâ bad.â
The corners of your mouth struggle not to quirk upward. âTyler.â He hums. âYou know what it means if we do this, right?â
He nods. âWe canât go back,â he says. âBut darlinâ, I donât wanna go back. I wanna keep on goinâ...with you.â
âEverything will be different.â
âNot everything. We're still us, we'd just be kissinâ and touchinâ and, you know, doinâ other stuff,â he replies with a smile. âHopefully.â
You picture Tyler standing before you as you have secretly wished you could have him for yearsâbare and muscled and grinning and telling you he loves youâand for the first time, you arenât awash with guilt and shame. It feels right to think of him like this. Natural. Thereâs a soothing ocean of serenity flowing under the flames of desire, and it hits you that this was probably inevitable. All the pieces were thereâfriendship, trust, loveâall there was left to do was act on it.Â
âYou won't change your mind?â you ask, stepping to him.Â
At your question, distress takes over Tyler's face, but it melts into a grin once he notices your smirk. He closes the remaining distance between you and takes your hand, carefully interlocking your fingers.Â
âNo chance,â he tells you.Â
âOk,â you say, nodding. âWell, if youâre absolutely sure, then I guess itâs ok if you kiss me agaiââ
Your chuckle is muffled against his lips. His fingers untangle from yours and he guides your hand to rest on the back of his neck so he can cup your cheek. His free arm coils around your waist, pulling you in closer, and your body melts into his. Your brain fuzzes. You lose all awareness of your surroundings. You think you might just stay like this forever.
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the lake is for lovers.
â tyler owens x f!reader
premise: summer will always be your favorite, spending weeks at the lake house with the crew. drinking, good food, sneaking off with tyler, making love under the stars. what more could a girl ask for?
contents: unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise, foreplay, coming inside, alcohol consumption, oral, weed mention, fluff, tylerâs favorite pet name is baby ok fight me, heâs also thick as hell | wc: 6k+
note: this fic started out as filth on a dock, which then turned into me making a getting d at the lake playlist, which only worsened my tyler brainrot and made me write these cluster of filthy blurbs.
There were many reasons for you to love summer.Â
Picnics under a favored willow tree, ice cream shops coming out with outlandish sugary concoctions that could take down even the most rambunctious five year old. The days are longer, filled with more laughs and bonfires. Fireworksâas if that had a designated season to be let off, Boone would take on anyone who thought differently.Â
Tornado season was over, which, depending on who you asked, was not a reason to love the overheated season.
But your favorite thing about summer was by far the weeks you and the crew spent at Dexâs lake house back in Arkansas. A lake house that had gone from his retirement home when he left a shitty corporate job to a summer sanctuary for the family he found doing what he truly loved.
So every summer, all of you loaded up Tylerâs truck, the van, and the motor home and headed to the private dwelling, where you would spend the rest of the summer swimming, napping on the dock, raiding Booneâs smoke stash, and finding the nearest field to stare up at the stars.Â
Or your favorite: drinking until Tyler wrangled you into the house and into bed before you and Dani took the boat out for a joy ride, or you and Lilly had another incident of lighting said boat on fire with a miss trajectory of a firework that Boone gets scolded at for bringing out when everyone was three sheets to the wind by your wrangler.
As if he didnât love it.
As if he had not convinced you all to jump into the lake naked one night.Â
âOh no,â The man himself shook his head. Placing his hand over yours, your fingers wrapped around the head of a bottle of tequila. The cart already filled with boxes of Miller and Budweiser.
âOh yes.â Your fingers wrapped together around the bottle, pulling it halfway off the shelf before he actually used force to stop youâthat force being lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing.
Moving his body so he was standing beside you, chest to chest. Your brows raise when you try to pull the bottle again, and he squeezes your fingers harder.
âTyler.âÂ
âBaby.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âBoone wants it.â
âYeah, Boone wants it!âÂ
You both canât help laughing as you hear the man himself yelling from three shelves away.Â
âLilly wants it too!âÂ
âDonât be a pussy,â Dani yells as if there arenât other people in the store with youâTyler leaning his head back with a sigh, his mouth pulled in a smile.Â
If the shop owner wasnât used to the group of you making a pit stop at the decently sizedârundownâoff the road liquor store several times during the summer; youâre sure he would have kicked half of you out.Â
âYeah,â you say, giving him that teasing smile, turning your head to the side. Walking your free fingers up his chest. âDonât be a pussy.â You whisper, looking up at him. His smile turns into a smirk as he leans down, his lips hovering above yours.Â
âThe last time yaâll had Tequila Boone got stuck on the roof.â He is completely serious, but he says it in that voice that makes you want to melt into his hands and do whatever he wants. That stern undertone that made you want to listen and rebelâeither outcome was always one you loved.Â
You nod. âTrue, but.â Your palm flattens against his chest, moving up until your fingers play with the baby hairs at the back of his neck. âIf I recall, you werenât complaining when you were fucking me sober that night. So, if anything, I think itâs a win for all of us.âÂ
âNot for Boone.â
âNot for Boone.â You both smile before pressing your lips together, Tylerâs hand guiding the bottle into the cart, trapping you between him in the cart when his arms wrap around your middle.Â
âGlad you could see it my way.â You bite your bottom lip, your stomach fluttering, as he gives you that sweet smirk when you grab the ball cap from his head and slip it on yours. Pulling out of his arms to walk down the aisle, ânow hurry up, so we can revisit memory lane.âÂ
âYes, maâam.âÂ
The first morning youâre there is when your worst hangovers occur.Â
The first night of drinking is always the hardest you do, as if the steam of working for months wrangling and chasing storms has finally been let out. Decompressed of the pressures of having to worry about live streaming and fixing something on Tyâs truck.
It was a blessing that the nearest neighbor was at least five minutes away, with Tylerâs perfectly curated playlist blaring from the speakers that lined the aforementioned truck. Boone being louder than the aforementioned music, Dani and Lilly hollering when one of them loses whatever competitive thing theyâre doing. Dex mixing up some concoction inside the house and insisting itâll help with the hangover, even though you all know it won't, but damn, does it taste good.Â
You and Tyler occupying yourselves around the fire, his hands on your hips, holding you close to him as you sway to the music. His lips at your neck, leaving small nips and kisses along your skin until you turn around to scowl at him. His hands slipping into the back pockets of your shorts.Â
âYouâre a bad dance partner.âÂ
âYouâre even worse.â His hand wraps around yours to press to the front of his jeans, where heâs hard and straining against them. âCanât focus on my moves when my girlâs causinâ such a distraction.â
You smile up at him, running your fingers along the outline of his dick. âPoor boy. Should your girl take you upstairs and fix this little problem?â
âLittle?â His brows raise, giving you a look that makes you laugh at the amusement on his face. âNow weâre definitely going upstairs.âÂ
Youâre laughing all the way up the stairs, Tyler grinning as he talks shit the entire way up, slapping your ass until it feels red and raw through your shorts.Â
And when he has you naked and pressed to the mattress, your ass in the air, thighs coated in your own slick from him, bringing you right to the precipice of your orgasm, only to keep taking it away until you started whining and he gripped your hips and flipped you over. Pulling your hips up, his teeth biting into your ass cheek.Â
The head of his cock runs through your folds, the wet noise that comes from him separating them to press at your entrance makes you whimper.Â
When he pushes in slow, too fucking slow, your fingers dig into the quilt. Your legs shaking, your body wanting to pull away from the intrusionâno matter how stretched out you already are from his fingers and tongue, the burn from the stretch of his cock never compares to it. Always stretches you out until you feel too full, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.Â
Tyler presses a kiss at your tailbone, his cock almost fully inside of your fluttering pussy. âStill think itâs little, baby?â
And after youâre coated in sweat and your throat is hoarse and raw, your legs jelly, your pussy feeling swollen and dripping from the several orgasms Tyler fucked out of youâand the come he fucked into you; wrapping your legs around his hips so there was nowhere for either of you to go while he did so; your body is limp against his chest. His fingers running along your spine.Â
You feel completely spent and sedated, the liquor aiding in the job of lulling your body completely. But Tyler is all smiles and wide awakeâafter all these years together, you still have no idea what makes a tornado wrangler tired.Â
Heâs always raring to go, and itâs both hot and frustrating at the same time.Â
You groan when he moves your body gently off of his, making a quick trip downstairs. A glass of water in his hand seconds later, demanding you sit up and drink half, even through your protests. A hand rubbing at your back.Â
âGood girl,â he says, sweetly kissing your cheek and putting the glass on the nightstand. Heâll ask you if you want to shower because the both of you are covered in sweat and come and youâll only reply by pulling him back down in bed with your face pressed to his chest.Â
His chuckle shakes your cheek when he shuts the lamp off, pulls the quilt over your shoulders, and presses a kiss atop your head.Â
But best believe he pulls your ass into the shower when the sun rises. Your head pounding from the shots you and Lilly threw back and from the beers you drained. Tylerâs fingers are gentle as he washes your hair. Gentle as he washes your body. He presses a kiss on each of your shoulders when he washes your back.
That space between your legs still feeling swollen from last night's activities, but his fingers still find their way between them. His palm on the shower wall as he stands behind you and rubs your clit until youâre coming.Â
Teeth, lips, and tongue at the back of your neck coaching you through it, âthatâs my girl.â Heâll praise you like youâve just wrangled your own kind of storm. A storm he caused.Â
A storm that always helps your pounding headache just a little more than the eggs Dexter places on your plate when you make your way downstairs.Â
âI think Iâm goinâ sober for the restaâ the summer.â Boone groans between his palms. Palms that are stopping his drooping head from falling into his eggs.
âLillyâs making flaminâ peppers tonight.â Dani grins from the head of the table, chewing on a piece of bacon. It has the reaction you all expect, Boone picking up his head, perking up, and feigning excitement.Â
âReally?âÂ
You all laugh together, regardless of how much it hurts your temples.Â
âYouâre supposed to be soaking up the heat, not staring, Owens.âÂ
You squint from the sun as you turn your head to him, the two of you lying out on the dock. Letting the sun dry you off from your swim in the water. Something that should be relaxing.
But Tyler clearly distracted himself by staring at you.Â
âCanât I do both?â He grins, lying on his side, his head propped up by his hand.
âYouâre gonna have the worst farmer's tan.â
âWorth it for the view.â He kisses you, his finger and thumb lightly pinching your chin.Â
It doesnât take long for his kiss to progress from a sweet peck to something more as his tongue licks into your mouth. With the way his thumb circles your nipple through your swimsuit, his hand moves down your torso to the top of your bottoms, easily slipping past them.Â
âTyler,â you warn through a breath when his finger runs along your folds.Â
âWhat?â He smiles against your neck, âitâs just us.â
âDani and Dexter are literally out on the water.â
âTheyâre tryna catch dinner. Theyâre far gone.â The pad of his finger runs against your clit in a slow circle. Making you gasp, your hips chasing the touch.Â
âBoone,â you swallow. Try to be the level headed one here, âLilly.âÂ
âStore.â He says it simply. Teeth nipping at your ear, âlet me make my girl come.â His finger adds pressure to your clit, making you moan. âPlease,â he whispers against your ear.Â
And if this man made you a sane woman, youâd pull his hand away and make him take you inside. But sanity has no room around Tyler. Sanity didnât send you into a tornado with him. Didnât have you riding him in the front seat of his truck after afternoons of chasing, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.
No, being in love with Tyler Owens causes sanity to fly out the window. Made you throw caution to the wind. Made you chase that high. Made you ride it.Â
Made you want and beg for more.
His love was soft and ever consuming. A gentleness that made up for the intensity of everything else. Itâs why it was so easy for you to put your life in his hands every single day you went out into the storm. Â
Thatâs why your legs bend and open for him, and why you let his fingers fuck you on the dock where you could easily get caught. His thumb rubbing your clit, your body burning, your pussy clenching and pulling his fingers in.Â
âDonât stop, baby, donât stop.â He grunts in your ear as your hips move, fucking yourself down on his fingers when your orgasm gets closer and closer until youâre coming and his hand is in your hair, pulling your mouth to his so he can swallow your loud moan. Can hold you through the euphoric high that has your body shivering even with the sun shining down on it.Â
His fingers slip from you wet and coated with your come. His eyes never leave yours when he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean before grinning, grabbing your jaw, and sharing the fruits of his labor.Â
âHey, lovebirds,â Lilly hollers as she slams the van door. âCome help us!âÂ
"Comin',â Tyler yells back, a smirk on his face as his eyes waggle at the double meaning.Â
âYouâre ridiculous.â You laugh, pushing at his chest as you stand and walk down the dock. Arms wrap around you, making you both waddle down the rest of the way. Tyler kissing your cheek. You can still feel his hardness against your assâhardness that was just grinding itself against your hip.Â
âI love you,â he says softly.Â
âMore?âÂ
âMore than anything.âÂ
You lean your head back against his shoulder, smiling. âInfinitely.âÂ
âUnbound.âÂ
When you two step off the last wood plank of the dock, you stop, both turning your heads to kiss each other. Your hand lifts to run your fingers through the back of his hair.Â
"Oh, donât worry, we got it, yaâll!â Lilly says sarcastically from the porch.Â
You smile against Tylerâs lips. âI love you. But let's go help before she refuses to share the good snacks with us.â
âDamn right, I will!â She yells as she shakes a box of said snacks in her arms.Â
Tyler laughs and presses one last kiss on your lips before he untangles himself from you and runs over to the van.Â
âAinât no way!â
âPick up the slack!â
âIâm doinâ my best here!âÂ
You and Tyler laugh as Dani and Boone argue as you both sink the white balls into their cups. Dani scowling as she downs her drink, and Boone raises his high with a frown as he does the same.Â
When Boone misses and Dani gets one in their next turn, the way they cheer and high five warms something inside of you instead. Brings joy to the already loose buzzing that thumps through your veins from how many sips youâve had tonight. Your cheeks are heated and hurting from all the laughing youâve been doing.Â
You grab the cup, ready to down its contents but Tyler puts his hand over the top, grabbing it from you and downing it in one gulp. Sending you a wink. Whispering in your ear when he leans over the table to put the now empty cup alongside the other ones, âI want to take you somewhere.âÂ
Itâs all the explanation you need as to why he doesnât want you too far gone. You hadnât seen him drink anything tonight besides the few cups Dani and Booneâmostly Daniâlanded their ball in.Â
Some nights, he doesnât drink at all.
Some nights he makes sure everyone goes to bed with something other than booze warming your stomachsâusually a frozen pizza he always burns at the bottom, or the infamous Ty Club Sandy, as Boone has deemed to call it. Filling you up until you are on the cusp of being sober and ready for your heads to hit your pillows.Â
Tyler took his appointed mother hen role even further for the rest of the night until the aforementioned heads hit your pillows.
Sitting in the caravan with Boone for hours until he exhausted himself from talking about new ideas for the channel and one of his favorite subjects: pyrophilia.Â
Or lounging on the couch and listening to Lilly and Dani talk about ways to make Kyro better, new elements to add for better views in the sky.Â
Dexter always passes out before anyone, filling his gut and waving goodnight before disappearing down the hall.
Tyler making his way up to your bedroom after everyone had gone off to bed. Cleaning himself up and crawling under the sheets with youâhaving sent you up to bed hours ago with a pat on your ass and plans to be ready for him when he got up there, knowing full well you would fall asleep before an hour even passed. Â
His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, face pressed into the back of your neck. The two of you drifting off to sleep. You take it upon yourself to keep his plans of being ready for him when you wake him up with your mouth wrapped around his cock.Â
His hips pushing up into your mouth, languid and sporadic, until heâs fully woken up. His jaw tightens before falling open when he looks down at you and watches you circle your tongue around his tip.Â
âMorning,â youâll say with a smile and heâll groan softly. Matching your smile with a grin of his own, that look of lust and desire morphs his beautiful features into something needy.
Heâll try to speak, try to say something sweet or filthy, but the words never come out. Just heavy pants and his teeth swelling up his bottom lip as he watches youâas he throws his head back against the pillow and groans.
When you pull him out of your mouth and straddle his hips, you reach behind you to guide him through your wetness, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. Mouth twitching when you slide down on him slowly. When your own eyes flutter closed from the burning stretch.Â
You ride him slowly, leaving marks along his neck and chest from your lips and nails digging into his skin when he tries to buck his hips upâfuck you harder. Set the pace that he craves so much when you are on top of him like this. A pace he adores, from how lost you become in pleasure, from your tits bouncing in his face, to how beautiful you look taking the reins.Â
But you stop your movements each time you feel his hips move. The look he gives you is pitiful and needy.
âFuck, baby.âÂ
You smile, lean down, and kiss his chin as you start to move your hips again, just as slowly. âIâm just tryna make up for last night.â
âYouâre killinâ me.âÂ
After the two of you have wiped the floor with Boone and Dani and theyâre demanding Lilly and Dex go against them next because they know theyâll actually win this time; Tyler grabs your hand and walks you to his truck, opening the door for you to climb inside.Â
âIs it safe for you to drive?â
âWould I put you in a situation where you werenât safe?â He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.Â
You can always tell when heâs buzzed or drunk; his cheeks get flushed and his eyes squinting more than usual when he smiles or laughs. Heâs sober.Â
When you finally get to the spot, you turn to give Tyler a look. Heâs all smiles as he drives through a field of tall grass, turning the wheel to back up his truck the rest of the way before coming to a stop once you reach a clearing that seems like nothing but marsh land.Â
Until youâve stepped out of the truck and walked around the back. Your eyes light up when you see a pond a little bigger than an EF3 filling the rest of the field.Â
The moon and stars shine off the water, painting it in the darkest blue youâve ever seen. Water lilies float along the top, with pickerelweed and cattails lining the edges. The crickets and lightning bugs add to the ambience of it all.Â
âHow did you find this?â You ask as he helps you climb up into the bed of the truck, where a blanket and pillows are already laid down.Â
âDex told me about it.âÂ
âYou sapâs.â You say with a sweet smile, pulling him down to your lips.Â
Tyler only further proves the sap allegations when he pulls out two of your favorite bags of snacks. His back leaned against the pillows, you leaning against him, his arms around you as you shared the salty and sweet treats. Your hand reaching back to feed him as you look up at the stars.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â Tyler whispers against your lips when the snacks are gone, fingers licked clean, kisses pressed to lips, the mood changing until youâre naked and under him and his hips are thrusting slowly between your thighs. âSo pretty,â he kisses you, runs his lips along your jaw, âperfect,â latch on the side of your neck, âmy girl.â His words attenuated by his thrusts.Â
His fingers are in your hair, at the back of your neck, and on your chest, playing with your nipples, squeezing a hand around them, and bringing his mouth to the pert bud. Teeth nipping at your collar bone, tongue licking between the space of your breasts, grunts against your ear. Fingers at your hip, against your clitâheâs everywhere. Consuming you. Pulling you apart, putting you together, slowly, gently, with a stroke, a touch, a kiss, a bite.Â
Fucking you like itâs the first time.Â
Fucking you like he has all the time in the world.Â
Like he wants you to feel his love with every thrust. Every praise in your ear.Â
Your fingers dig into his biceps, legs lifting and pressing against his sides, pushing him deeper inside you. Your breath heavy, your moans, sweet mewls, music to his ears.Â
âTyler,â you whimper against his shoulder.Â
His arms bracket around your head, thrusts picking up when he feels your pussy tighten around his cock. âI know, baby.â His words are breathed into your ear, heavy and weak, letting you know heâs just as close. âGonna come, you gonna take it like a good girl?â You nod, dig your nails into his back, reaching your peaks together.Â
Tyler stays on top of you even after your breaths have evened out. His thumb runs along your cheek as he looks down at you. His smile is soft and filled with love. It makes your stomach flutterâsomething that hasnât stopped since the day you met him.Â
When he finally does pull out, neither of you move to right yourselves or head back. He covers you with another blanket he pulls from somewhere behind you. Your head against his chest as you look up at the sky. Tylerâs fingers playing with yours. A peaceful silence passes between you for what feels like forever, basking in each other. Listening to the bugs and frogs around the pond.Â
âMarry me.âÂ
You chuckle softly, âyour come hasnât even dried inside me yet.â You joke. Donât think twice about it; it hadnât been the first time he had playfully asked you. Declared to the world that you would be his wife one day: in a tornado riding the high, saying he would make you his wife when you put your computer science degree to good use and ran better numbers than he could have come up with on his own. When you would have to travel home to visit family for a week and leave the crew behind, his arms squeezing you upon your return, saying the winds are dead, everything's dead when youâre not around, donât leave again, marry me.Â
So you donât chalk it up to anything but that until you feel something cold slip onto your finger. Tyler brings your hand up so the moon is shining down on it, a pretty diamond twinkling in the moonlight.Â
âMarry me.â
Your heart falling to the pit of your stomach as you rush to sit up. Your palm against your chest, your eyes wide, and staring down at your hand before whipping around to look at him. The smile on his face is to fucking die for.Â
âTyler.â
âBaby.âÂ
âAre you serious? Are you sure?âÂ
He laughs, reaches out for you, and pulls you into his lap. âIâve been sure since the day I saw you.â
âThatâs dramatic.âÂ
âAsk Boone,â he smiles. Stares down at the ring on your finger that you still have held up, âtold him five months into us datinâ that I had a ring picked out.â
You chew on your bottom lip, try to hold back the tears that pool in your eyes. âThatâs insane.âÂ
âIf you want somethinâ, you take it.âÂ
âYou already got me.â
âAnd I ainât ever letting go.â He grabs your hand, rubs his thumb against the ring on your finger. Looks at you with so much love that you think you could die from it and be just as happy as you are right now. âWill you marry me?âÂ
You donât think youâve ever wanted something more in your life.Â
âYes.â Â
âYes?â He asks as if heâs surprised, his smile and laugh filled with a childish joy and happiness. Like a child finally getting a gift he had always wished for.
âYes!âÂ
He grabs your face, kissing you. Kissing you until you are both laughing and itâs all teeth and someone's crying, and youâre not sure if itâs him or you or whoâs shaking or cheering.Â
âI love you,â he says. You can feel his heart pumping against the palm on his chest. His palms are hot against your tear stained cheeks. Thumb swiping loose droplets away.Â
âMore?âÂ
âMore than anything.âÂ
You canât even finish your little rhyme before kissing him again. Whispering that you love him back against his lips. This man was going to be your husband. This man who has completely taken over your life and swirled it upside down since the first day you saw him.Â
This man who has shown you a new world. Given you new meanings of life. Given you a love that puts storybooks to shame. Given you a family that will only grow if the two of you decide on it, but is already so perfect the way it is.Â
You couldnât imagine marrying anyone but Tyler Owens.Â
The next day, you obviously have to celebrate.Â
The entire crew cheered and rushed you when the two of you had come home, and Tyler lifted your hand to the sky like you just won something.Â
âYes!â
âThatâs what Iâm talkinâ bout!â
âThatâs ma boy!â
âBout time!â
Boone spins you, Lilly is already mapping out the perfect location for the nuptials, and Dani and Dex are hugging and clapping Tyler on the back.Â
So the next day is one big celebratory day.Â
Dex prepares a breakfast so large that you all groan and sprawl in the living room while watching movies you have all seen a dozen times, aiding in your hearty meal putting you to sleep.Â
A nice nap that has you all waking up more rested than before and spending the rest of the afternoon out on the water. Tyler and Dex grill the fish you caught when you come home.
Your legs in Tylerâs lap, all of you sedated and full, and laughing around the table afterwards until Boone comes through the screen door with two bottles in his hand: tequila and whiskey.Â
âOh no,â Lilly says, laughing against her hand.Â
âAbsolutely not.â
âYou never mix light and dark, cominâ Boone, you know this!â
"Guys, weâre celebratinâ,â Boone ignores everyoneâs protests and grabs the shot glasses he was keeping for safekeeping in his pockets, apparently. Filling them up with tequila when he asks the bride to be which she wants, a big smile on his face.Â
He slides yours and Tylerâs over to you, Tyler shaking his head with amusement written all over his face when you frown playfully and say, âHappy wife, happy life?âÂ
He sighs and pinches your legs, teasing, and grabs the shot glass. âIâm not helpinâ you off the roof this time.âÂ
Boone makes a face, and everyone clinks their glasses together, throwing back the liquor.
Itâs the first of many shots that has you hours later playing some kind of drinking game that you forget the rules of, which then leads into Boone and Tyler accusing you and Lilly of cheating. Which then leads to the four of you settling it by seeing who can shotgun a beer faster.Â
âYou got this!â Dani patâs Lilly on the shoulder like a fighter about to get into the cage.Â
Tyler smirks down at you, âyou sure âbout this, baby?âÂ
âDonât call me that. Youâre the enemy!â You put your hands on your hips and step up to him. Staring up at him in the most intimidating way you can, even though he could throw you over his shoulder easily in seconds. Your voice low enough for only him to hear you say, âwe both know Iâm really good with my mouth.âÂ
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. âWonât argue with you there.â His thumb comes up and runs against your jaw, âletâs make a bet, alright? You win, Iâll show you how good my mouth is, and if I win, you show me.âÂ
You smirk, âdeal.âÂ
Once the beers are handed out and the bottoms have been punctured, your thumb presses against the slit, and a glare shot over at Tyler. His grin never leaves his face, even when Dex and Dani yell go, and all of you are putting the bottoms of your beers in your mouths.Â
Your gaze locks on his the entire time. Your mouth almost slips when his hand comes up to hold your can to your mouth better, his fingers squeezing, making you swallow faster. Finish faster. You and Lilly cheering when you win.Â
A win that Tyler clearly aided in.Â
A win he was more than happy to give you.Â
And if you didnât love having his mouth on your pussy, you would probably fight harder against him letting you win. But itâs hard to be mad when later heâs between your thighs, fingers spreading your pussy to give him even more access to your throbbing clit.Â
Your hips guide his mouth where you want it, where you need it, and how you want his tongue to move against your clit. How you want his lips to suction against you. Tyler always listening to your body.Â
Your fingers are messing up his hair, âwhy did you let me win?âÂ
He smiles around your clit, âI think I won.â He bites your thigh before turning his attention back to the part of your body he is fucking his tongue against, eliciting whimpers and moans from your lungs. Your back arching up from the mattress.Â
Some nights are chiller than others.Â
Some nights, you give your livers a break and hangout around the fire for hours. Dex telling stories, Dani and Lilly rolling Booneâs stash into tight blunts they share amongst those who want it. Boone lying in the grass, listening intently to Dex. You sat in Tylerâs lap, his fingers running along your legs.Â
His fingers sometimes find the ring on yours, twisting it around. Making sure itâs still there. He smiles over at you and leans in for a kiss.Â
The night is filled with a lot more laughs when three out of the six of you are baked and bring out the sâmores kitâs Lilly bought for each of you.Â
âSix is a bit much.âÂ
âUh, have you seen the way Boone eats?âÂ
âSheâs got ya there.â Boone agrees as he tears into a burnt marshmallow on the stick in his hand.Â
Tyler roasts you one, holds the stick while you happily eat the melted sugar. âWant some?â You ask, his answer comes in the form of placing his mouth over yours and kissing you until your mouth parts and his tongue runs along your bottom lip and into your mouth.Â
âWhen you guys get married, will we see less of this?â
âMore probably.â
âLess. Theyâll have their own place by then.âÂ
âAh, what? We wonât all be shackinâ up together?â
âBoone, theyâll be married.â
âTheyâre basically married now!âÂ
You laugh against Tylerâs lips, âyaâll are losing your invites real fast.â He says turning towards them.Â
âWhat did I do?â Dex asks innocently around a marshmallow.Â
Some nights, it gets so hot that not even the cold from the lake can be whipped through the windows by the breeze. The trees still. The humidity heavy and sticky, making you wake up with sweat glistening on your skin.
The two fans blowing towards the bed useless.Â
âTyler.â You whine softly as you push his arm from your midsection. Canât stand to feel the warm heat of his chest pressing to your back, mixed with the humidity filling the room.Â
âBaby,â he says groggily. Putting his arm back around your waist and pulling you close again.
âYouâre going to give me heatstroke. How are you not dying?â You groan, freeing yourself from his grip long enough to remove your tank top and shorts before he grabs you again. More awake now than before.Â
âThe fans are goinâ,â he says softly into your neck.
âTheyâre useless.âÂ
He chuckles, âwant to go jump in the lake?â
âDonât tempt me.â
He hums, kisses your shoulder, doesnât care that your body is coated in a sheen of sweat as his lips move to your neck, his hand cupping your cheek. He turns your head back to his. âI can distract you,â he smirks. Hips moving against your ass, his dick hard.Â
âYouâll only make it worse,â you breathe when he bites the skin just below your ear.Â
âYa sure?â His other hand slips between the two of you, pushing your panties to the side and pulling himself from his briefs. âI donât gotta put it in, baby.â He positions his cock so itâs rubbing through your folds, his tip moving against your clit, making you moan into his mouth.Â
Ass pushing back against him, âI can make you forget all âbout the heat and focus on coming along, my cock.â When the slide of his cock becomes more slick from your pussy growing wetter, he grunts against your mouth. âSee, your body has already forgotten about it. It needs somethinâ else.â You whine, wrap your fingers around his wrist. Moan in his mouth, âwhatâs it need, baby?â The tip of his cock teases with the slightest pressure against your entrance, your body bracing, craving the stretch, only for him to take it again. âWhat do you need, baby?â
âYou,â you breathe. Look at him with hooded eyes, chin wobbling.Â
âSay it again,â he grunts.
âI need you, Tyler.â His mouth twitches when he slides inside of you, his eyes watching as your eyes close in ecstasy. Nails digging into his wrist from the stretch of his cock.Â
âItâs all yours,â he kisses you. Says your name when he lets out that shaky groan when heâs bottomed out. When your body shudders while trying to adjust. His voice a mumble against your skin when he asks you if youâre ready for him to move, if you can take it, if you want to take it, knows you can take it. Be a good girl, and take what you want, what you need; itâs yours.
Heâs yours.
Infinitely.Â
Unbound.
Always.
His.
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PAY THE PRICE â smau
after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.
or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.
neighbour!haechan x fem!reader
genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.
extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because theyâre silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls donât shoot me đ
notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so iâll just start this because i know i wonât be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon đ
PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator â For The Night , Chloe Bailey â IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula â Surprise , Chloe Bailey â I Wanna Be down , Brandy â Suite Life , FLO â Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce â Round&Round , NCT U .
STATUS ; ongoing and hopefully regular updates.
profiles (1) profiles (2)
intro
1 ) jaehyunâs trophy wife
2 ) free cookies (not really)
3 ) midnight disturbance
4 ) attempted murder?
5 ) THIS IS FAMILY
6 ) haechanâs second identity
7 ) kiss buddies and useless complaints
8 ) critically acclaimed idgaf veteran
9 ) founders keepers..?
10 ) yangyangâs new interest (y/n)
11 ) a late welcome party
12 ) invest in a cage jaemin
13 ) cat fight (REAL)
14 ) the cure to a lack of sleep = cup pong
15 ) who said quiet guys canât be freaky?
16 ) you got a girlfriend?
17 ) i DO have a girlfriend
18 ) this is life, i love life..
19 ) nah. they fucking.
20 ) letâs play apex?
21 ) whole house mad
22 ) drunken regrets
23 ) heâs got to be fucking with me..
24 ) a sincere apology letter (kinda)
25 ) are we cool or not?
26 ) weâre good (for real)
27 ) a personal guitar lesson
28 ) LIVE TWEETING YNHAE MOMENTS
29 ) a moment of vulnerability
30 ) friendly q&a between friends
31 ) thatâs strange.. thatâs weird..
32 ) solution to job loss = family guy (???)
33 ) what has jaehyun done for society?
34 ) ynhae bonding activity hours
35 ) an unwanted double date with yangyang
36 ) an overwhelming realisation
37 ) the universe can kill itself
38 ) a âwhat are weâ conversation
39 ) i got that hair too, kinda
40 ) reviewing haechanâs tweet and new issues
41 ) diagnosed with the crush disease
42 ) putting your satisfaction first
43 ) some girl talk with mark.. this diva..
TBA . . .
BONUS:
TBA . . .
TAGLIST is closed
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You and Boone fighting over the passengerâs seat in Tylerâs truck
Pairings: Boyfriend!Tyler Owens x Girlfriend!Reader with the chasers
Summary: You and Boone fight over the passengerâs seat in Tylerâs truck.
Warnings: Fluff, language, one mention of sex (18+), kissing, pet names
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.
âI call shot gun!â You say, running out of the gas station before Boone could.
âI already called it!â Boone says from behind you.
You were about halfway to Tylerâs truck when Boone caught up with you. It took everything in you to out run him. It felt like you were running a marathon to get to Tylerâs truck before Boone.
You reached your hand out to grab the handle of the passengerâs side door, but Boone beat you to it. You glared at him, panting heavily.
âI win! That means I get to sit in the shot gun seat.â He says like he just won a trophy.
âThatâs not fair!â You whined like a child.
âLife ainât always fair, little miss.â He says with a chuckle.
You narrowed your eyes at him. You tried to push him out of the way of the passengerâs door with your body, but it didnât work. Boone is much stronger than you are.
âMove your ass, Boone.â You say, trying to sound intimidating.
âNo.â He simply says.
You kept your eyes narrowed at him and glared at him in a way that scares him.
âIâm not giving up this seat so stop looking at me like that.â Boone said.
You whined loudly and crossed your arms over your chest. Tyler seen Boone guarding the passengerâs door of his truck from you. He walked over to you two to see what was going on.
âWhatâs going on?â Tyler asks, looking from you to Boone.
âI called dibs on the passengerâs seat before Boone, but he out ran me and got to the truck first.â You explained.
âI won fair and square, girly.â Boone says proudly.
You uncrossed your arms and tried to push Boone out of the way with your body, but it still didnât work. Tyler pulled you away from Boone by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulled you against the front of his body.
âBoone, seriously. Give me the seat.â You say, resorting to begging.
âNo.â He says again.
You huffed loudly, tilting your head back against your boyfriendâs chest. Tyler leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, making you smile. Thatâs when you got an idea to get the passengerâs seat. You lifted your head, looking at Boone with a mischievous smile on your face.
âI know a reason why you donât want that seat.â You say.
âOh yea? Whatâs the reason?â Boone asks, playing along and thinking youâre messing with him when actually youâre not.
âYouâre not gonna want it after I tell you what me and Tyler did in that seat.â You said with a smirk.
It didnât take Boone long to know what youâre talking about. His hand fell from the car door handle and moved away from the passengerâs door.
âYâall ever heard of a bed?â Boone mumbles. âI donât want it now.â He says, walking away.
Boone walks to one of the other vehicles to ride with the other chasers on the team. You giggled, smiling proudly to yourself. You turned around and kissed Tyler. Tylerâs hands found their way to your hips, pulling you against his body.
âYou had to bring up the fact that we fucked in my truck, didnât you, darlinâ?â Tyler says with a small chuckle.
âIt got Boone away from my seat.â You stated. âAfter all, I am your passenger princess.â You say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âI think you mean passenger cowgirl. It has a nicer ring to it.â He says, kissing you.
âEven better.â You say with a smile.
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-Buckyâs Doll
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Lucky For You
Tyler Owens x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+, fluff, mentions of hospitals/injuries, no use of "y/n"
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: earlier tonight i lied to myself and said i wouldn't work on any new oneshots until i finished a wip. but I've been marinating on this idea since last week and i just had to write it down. just a short cute little fluffy somethin'! my first twisters fic. hope you enjoy!
You were shaking your head as you walked back over to the side of the picnic table that Tyler was sitting at. You had a beer bottle in one hand, the other resting on Tylerâs shoulder as you stepped in so you could plop back down beside him at the table.
âIâm still trying to figure out what you guys told Lily to say,â you gestured to Lily then Kate with the bottom of your beer bottle before taking a quick sip, âto get Kate to cave so quickly.â You gave Lily a playful smile. âWhatâd you say to convince her? Hm? âCause lord knows it wasnât either of these two,â you said as you nodded to Tyler first, then Boone.
Both men looked at you with dramatic looks of offense. âWhat?â Tyler asked, grin starting to curl his lips as he spoke. âYou donât think we were charming or convincing enough on our own?â
You rolled your eyes as he draped his arm around you. âNo, I donât.â
It got another wave of laughter. Tyler took the momentary distraction as an opportunity to lean in and kiss your temple. âSeemed to work just fine on you.â He reached across and stole your beer bottle from you, taking a sip before allowing you to snatch it back. âAnd you said yes to a way more dangerous proposition.â
You shook your head even though you were smiling, even though you could feel your cheeks warming. It was no great secret, or even breaking news at this point after the last few years youâd spent married to the ridiculous man sitting on the picnic table bench next to you. Sometimes, though, you couldnât help the cheesy grin that crossed your face when you became a little more aware than usual of the wedding band on your hand.
âThatâs different,â you said, not that it mattered, not that it helped your case at all as Tyler continued to nettle you good-naturedly.
âHowâd you two meet, anyway?â Kate asked.
It was a fair question. You didnât chase with the rest of them, never had. Youâd met and fallen in love with Tyler before he decided to make a career out of it. The journey wasnât always a smooth or easy one, but you never doubted him, or your relationship, not even for a second. Even in the hard times. A lot can happen over the course of six years, but you still clearly remembered when you first met him.
Tyler had started watching you the second he realized where Kateâs question was going. He watched the little twitches and shifts of your hands and facial expressions as you went rapid-fire back down memory lane. When you ended up with a little smirk on your face, he knew that you were all too happy to tell the story.
You took another drink from your beer bottle before just handing it back to Tyler, rather than trying to make him steal it again. âWhen I met Tyler, Iâd say about, oh, seventy percent? Yeah, seventy. About seventy percent of his face was covered in bruises and bumps. Fractured cheekbone, split lip.â You turned and looked at him even though you were talking to Kate. âHe was lookinâ real cute.â
She laughed, but you could see the mild confusion in her eyes as she looked back and forth between the two of you. âYou find him after a rough chase, orâŠ?â
You smiled and shook your head. âWe met back before he was the infamous Tornado Wrangler.â Leaning forward, you braced your arms flat on the picnic table, Tylerâs hand sliding from your shoulder down to the center of your back, his palm warming you through your tank top. âThey brought him to the hospital that I work at after he got stomped out by a bull at the rodeo.â You felt his fingers drumming against your back and your smile stretched a little wider. âI wasnât even supposed to be checkinâ in on anyone in the wing he was in, but the nurse who was supposed to help discharge him had to leave.â
Tyler had a cocky little smirk on his face. âLucky for you though.â
You gave him a look that didnât pack nearly as much of a punch as it should of since you were grinning. âYeah, real lucky for me that Jayâs kid got in a fight at school so he had to leave and he left you to me.â
Tyler laughed. âHe was cute but I gotta say, I think youâre a little cuter.â
You gave him a playful shove, which he responded to by looping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer again. You shook his head at him before looking back at Kate. âAnyway, as I was saying. I go into his room to talk through some of the paperwork with him, and with one eye practically swollen shut still this man right here is tryinâ to get my number.â
âActually, if I remember rightââ
âYou were concussed into next TuesdayâI doubt you remember much of anything right.â
âIf I remember,â he repeated with a laugh, âI was actually tellinâ you that you should just jot my number down from my patient forms so you could call me sometime.â
You looked at Kate with a feigned nonplussed look. âTold me somethinâ about making a âhouse callâ. Real bold for a man who was about half an inch away from some serious brain damage.â
âProbably what gave him the confidence to ask in the first place,â Lily piped up with a laugh.
Everyone was laughing, and listening. Kate mightâve been the only one in present company who hadnât heard the story before, but it wasnât as though it was something that the two of you were constantly rehashing all the time. The two of you usually kept the retellings amusing enough anyway, allowing the rest of the crew to throw in their two cents even though they hadnât been there when it all started. After all, Tyler mightâve been the one you met first, and under some pretty dire conditions, but youâd been around to help out the rest of the team plenty of times since then. Whether you were making sure they were all alright after a rough chase, or meeting up with them in the towns that had been blown through to see who you could help even if you werenât off the clock. You might not have chased with the rest of them, but you were still part of the team.
âHow long did it take for him to wear you down, then?â Kate asked.
 The shit-eating grin on Tylerâs face grew tenfold. He lightly bumped his shoulder against yours. âGo ahead. Tell her.â
You dropped your forehead so that it rested on top of your forearms for a moment before looking up and at Kate again. âI gave him my number after I pushed him to the lobby in his wheel chair.â
âDoctorâs orders, by the way,â he interjected with a shake of his head. âI didnât need it.â
You rolled your eyes but kept going. âHe was pretty persistent the whole way down, so I told him if he still remembered my name and number by the time his fractures all healed up, Iâd meet him for a cup of coffee or somethinâ.â
âCup of coffee ended up beinâ a split six-pack and a failed bonfire at her cousinâs place, by the way,â he added on with a chuckle.
âYeah, and your lip still wasnât fully healed.â
He smirked. âDidnât stop you though.â You lightly swatted his chest with the back of your hand but you didnât say anything to refute his statement. âSo really, what Iâm hearinâ, is that you shouldnât be havinâ any doubts about our charms.â
âSayinâ yes to a date is nothing likeââ
âYou also said yes to marryinâ him,â Lily added on, always happy to stir the pot just a little. âYâknow, with the ring that he almost lost in a chase.â
Tyler rolled his eyes. âIf I left it at home I was sure sheâd find it!â
âYeah,â Lily laughed as she argued, âand if the chase went wrong somebody on the other end of the county would find it. Then what?â
Tyler laughed and shrugged. âCorner store sells Ring Pops.â
You had no shot at tamping down your smile. âProbâly still wouldâve said yes, too.â
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Someone Like You - J.Seresin
Summary: Being best friends with a naval aviator was hard, being best friends and in love with the Jake "Hangman" Seresin was even harder.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Medic!Reader
Warnings: 18+, fluff, there is a small bit of angst, jake kind of bein douche, best friends to lovers troupe because top tier, oblivous by both parties.(if i missed any lemme know)
The request: If you're open to requests, I have one for you! It could be about Tyler, Jake, or Glenâwhichever you prefer. The story would revolve around them being very close friends, but heâs always surrounded by girls. The reader begins to pull away, feeling inadequate or thinking she's not pretty enough, believing he could never see her as more than just a friend. Iâd love for it to have a sweet, fluffy ending!
authors note: to the anon who requested this, thank you! I hope i have done justice to what you envisioned! - I really love getting requests because ya'll got some great ideas! If you have requested something, I promise i will get to it!! love, em. <333
The sun was sat snugly high in the blue sky. Sitting under the rays, you watched the group of aviators run through the sand covered in sweat. Sitting perched on the towel and sunglasses on your nose.
You never expected this to be your life after moving from your hometown to be a field medic with a group of aviators.
âYou done sunbathing?â you look up behind the aviators to the man above you, blocking the sun from your eyes.
Jake Seresin in all his glory, hands on his hips.
âCan I help you?â pulling the sunglasses down your nose, you look at him over the rims with a raised brow. He chuckles, pushing the hair that was sticking to his forehead back.
He has been on leave for the last two weeks, letting his hair grow out of regs. "Are you done crisping like a chicken and gonna come play a game?â He holds his hand to you, which you take happily and he pulls you from the sand with a grunt.
âI donât know if I shouldâ you push the bridge of the sunglasses back up your nose. âWhat?! You are playing câmonâ he encourages you over, jogging ahead of you in the sand.
You watch as the rest of the the dagger squad who has been nothing but kind to you, encourage you. Then there's the group of aviators who were glued to the squad, more so Jake than others.
They giggle between themselves. You never knew joining the Navy was gonna have the same effects of highschool.
â(y/n)!â Jakeâs voice pulls you from your thoughts, a grin on his face. âCâmon! One game!?â he pouts, hands on his hips. You sigh and make your way down the sand, pulling the shorts on your body to cover your bikini bottoms.
The dagger squad was your adopted family. You met them all in your time on the ships as a field medic but as well as at base when Jake made his way into your office quite often to get âlooked atâ.
âDude! I had no idea you were this good at thisâ Phoenix wraps her arm around your shoulders as you walk back to your things with a giggle. âI blame Hangman for hiding you from usâ you smile, grabbing your towel and bag of items and standing back to your full height.
Turning to say something, your thoughts run short as the girls again circle around Jake, hands on his arms as they all giggle.
He did have the million dollar smile.
âYou coming to the hard deck with us?â Bradley asks, standing beside phoenix. You turn to the taller man, smiling up at him as you shake your head. âI return back to work tomorrow unlike some peopleâ you chuckle, nudging him gently.
He nods, hands held up in defense as you smile. âSee you soon though?â he asks as you are walking up the sand, you grin. âOf course! Someones bound to get hurtâ you wink, making your way back to your own vehicle.
âSweetheart!â you sigh, the southern drawl was almost like a vice around your brain. Setting your items in the back of your Jeep, you turn to face him. âYou arenât coming?â he asks, stopping in front of you,panting to catch his breath. You shake your head, âI have to work tomorrow captainâ. He smirks, pushing a hair out of your face gently.
âNot even for one drink?â he asks as you shake your head. âNo but I will be up to pick you up if you need meâ he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he jogs over to his truck.
Ally, another pilot in Top gun standing at the passenger side was waiting for him. âSee you later sweetheart!â he waves.
Sighing heavily you climb into your jeep, immediately turning the radio up loudly and driving away.
You knew you were not the only woman in Jakeâs life. He was charming with his green eyes and winning smile but everytime you would do anything with him, the woman gravitated to him like he was the opposite end of their magnets.
Driving through the city, your heart hurt a bit. You knew how childish it seemed.
How childish it was to be upset that he had the female gaze, he was tall, tan and kind under his hundred layers of ego. As you made your way into your home, the phone in your hand vibrated.
Jake: Letâs get together this week for dinner? Drinks?
you smile sadly at the text. You knew he enjoyed your company. You replied.
you: Sure Jake, sounds good
The text bubble appeared but you chose for your own mental state it was best to mute the conversation for the time being.
3am on the dot your phone rang.
You knew who was on the other line. Reaching over, you grab the phone off the nightstand. âHello?â you mumble, rubbing your eyes. â(y/n)â you sigh at the sound of Bradleys voice.
âHey rooâ you mumble, eyes closed as you pinch the bridge of your nose. âI think you should come get Jake⊠maybe me too?â he questions as you chuckle softly. âBe there shortlyâ you hang up and climb out of bed.
Grabbing the closest sweatshirt to you and make your way outside and down to the hard deck. Dressed in your pajamas, you make your way inside the bar, still roaring with life even on a Sunday night.
Jake and Bradley sat at the bar with Penny who grins at your arrival. âCuteâ she mumbles as you shake your head, making your way to them.
âLetâs go boysâ you pat both of their shoulders, encouraging them out the door. âIs that my sweatshirt?â Jake questions as you look down at the hoodie on your body.
âYes it is, let's goâ you motion to the door. âJakey!â Ally gasps, running to Jake at the door. You canât help the way you cringe, pulling some cash out of your pocket. âHow much do the two of them owe?â you ask Penny who shakes her head.
âTheyâll both come and pay tomorrow, I trust itâ you sigh, smiling at her. âI gotta goâ you can hear the faint slur in Jakeâs voice. âBut i thought we were gonna have some funâ she bites her lip, looking up at him through her lashes, in her drunken state attempting to look as sexy and sultry as possible.
Jake shakes his head and makes his way out the door. You follow both men out to your parked Jeep as Lindsey stares daggers into your back.
The car ride is silent except for the wind. You pulled into Bradleys apartment first, parking right by the steps, he climbs out.
âThanks love, youâre the bestâ he reaches in to kiss your cheek as he makes his way up the steps. âHey!â Jake scolds him as Bradley smirks and makes his way to his apartment. âCan I move to the front now?â Jake asks childishly. âYes Jakobâ you sigh with a smile.
He climbs out and makes his way into the front seat beside you as you pull out of the parking lot and make your way down the road to Jakeâs apartment. âThanks for coming to get me honeyâ he whispers, his slur is almost gone at this point. âYouâre welcomeâ you mumble, rubbing your eyes with a yawn.
âIâm sorry I did this to youâ he mumbles as you shake your head. âIâd rather you be safeâ you mumble.
âWhy donât you like to come get drinks with me anymore?â his drunk words flow out of him like vomit.
âI just donât enjoy it much anymore, Jâ he nods slowly.
He knew you were lying but chose not to pry anymore while you were tired. âCan I come home with you?â he asks. Jake was quite needy in his semi-drunken state.
He did live down the road from you and did frequent your guest room often, hence his hoodie laying around your home. âI guessâ you smirk, making the turn to your own home over Jakes.
He stumbles inside once the vehicle is parked. He was mostly sobered up as he made his way to the guest room. âSee you in a few hoursâ he mumbles as you shake your head and make your way to your own bedroom.
The guest bedroom door opens, Jake makes his way out in a pair of black sweatpants he had left in the dresser drawer. "Sweetheart?" he questions as he yawns, making his way down the steps. He stops at the end of the stairs, looking around.
He notices the fresh smell of coffee and the few dishes in the sink. He jogs back up the stairs to see your bedroom door open, looking around its then he notices the pink note stuck to his door. Pulling it off the door, he sighs.
off to work, lock up on your way out.
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The hard deck jukebox could be heard from streets away, it left you grinning. You pull into the parking lot, The Eagles âLife in the fastlaneâ playing through the speakers.
You donât know how Rooster and Phoenix talked you into this but you climbed out and made your way inside. Dressed in a tank top and pair of denim shorts you look through the crowd for your favorite aviators.
âSweetheart!â Jakeâs voice yells for you, you look up at the sound of his voice. He pushes through the crowd of people to get to you.
He's singing to you as he approaches, "and she was terminally pretty" he grins, looking you up and down, âI didnât know you were coming,â he smiles.
You looked so beautiful.
âUh-yeah rooster and nat invited meâ you smile up at him and move past him to your friends. Phoenix was aware of your feelings for Jake.
How hard it was to be out with him as he was always surround by woman, not once looking your way with them around. âRooâ you smile, patting his shoulder as he pulls you into his side for a hug.
âThere's my favorite medic!â he grins as you chuckle. Jake makes his way back over to the group, sitting down as Ally makes her way to him, climbing in his lap.
He doesnât hesitate to let her, adjusting in the seat to accommodate her. You sigh, turning to face Phoenix and Rooster.
âI donât get itâ you raise a brow, looking up from the table at the sound of Phoenix's voice. âWhatâs that?â you ask, crossing your leg over the other and arms over your chest.
âHe acts like he wants to be around you so badly and then acts like thatâ she motions over to Jake, sitting back in his chair arm around Ally's waist, her group of friends around the two of them. You shrug, ânot my problem anymoreâ you mumble, fishing out a few bills from your back pocket.
âI'm sorry to be a buzzkill but, thanks for inviting me guys but I think Iâm gonna head homeâ you hand them the money to cover your drink and stand from the booth. Rooster stands, hands on your shoulders. âYou donât deserve himâ he mumbles, giving your shoulder a squeeze and pulling you into a hug.
You hug him back and sigh heavily. âI guess I just have to get under a guy, they say that's the best way to get over oneâ you mumble against his chest as he laughs.
âSee, that's the spiritâ he grins, smiling at you. âLet us know if you need anythingâ he encourages as you smile.
It had been a week since your night at the hard deck with rooster and phoenix
a week before you decided it was best to put your distance between you and Jake.
The phone beside you began ringing. You knew exactly who it was. Reaching over you ignore the call for the second time and
Within seconds the phone rings again. You reach over and turn the phone off completely.
You did not have the energy to go and pick him up once again.
Maybe you would get over the man that is Jake Seresin.
rolling over and burying yourself deeper in the sheets of your bed, tears in your lash line as you sniffle to avoid them from falling.
You felt silly being this upset about a man who was not yours to be upset about.
You knew that he was a charming man when the two of you became friends, you also knew he looked at you as just that, a friend.
You shake your head and close your eyes.
The next morning as you turned your phone back on, the text messages piled in.
24 missed calls and 45 text messages.
You sigh and choose to delete the text messages and mute the conversation you have with him once again.
The drive to base was peaceful as you pulled into your designated parking lot. You were not gonna let this affect your work. â(y/n)!â you look over at Coyote waving to you,smiling, you wave back and mock salute to him.
He smiles, saluting back to you as he makes his way inside. Making your way to your office, you ignore the urge to turn and go down the hall to where you knew the dagger squad was meeting.
Jake sits down beside Rooster and Phoenix.
If looks could kill the two of them would be long gone.
âCan I help you?â Phoenix speaks first, arms crossed. âSpillâ he adjusts in the seat, elbows resting on his knees as he looks between the two of them. âSpill what Hangman?â Rooster asks,looking over at him from his phone.
âWhy wonât (y/n) talk to meâ he mumbles, looking between them again. âIsnât that a question for her?â Phoenix asks with a raised brow.
âI tried, I called her over a hundred times last night with no responseâ he defends as Phoenix shrugs. âI donât know what to tell you Hangmanâ Rooster nods in agreement with his girlfriend and Jake sighs heavily and stands from the chair.Â
â(y/l/n)â turning at the sound of your name,clipboard in hand you raise your brow. âYes maâamâ you set the clipboard down and approach your commanding officer. âWe are going to need you to go out and assist in the atlanticâ you nod quickly, âof course maâamâ she grins, reaching out to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
âI know you donât love being tied down to one place too longâ she smirks, heading to the door, âyou will be heading out in the morningâ you nod eagerly, âand a car will be picking you upâ she smiles with a nod and walks out the door.
You take a deep breath and wipe your once sweaty palms on your pants. You knew you needed to tell the dagger squad.
With a deep breath you head down the hall to the common room.
âHangman, where are you?!â you can hear Fanboys voice over the comms. You knock gently on the door, Coyote,Phoenix,Rooster and Bob all turn to you.
âHiâ you wave as you make your way into them, sitting down beside Phoenix. Her face is full of concern, âwhat is it?â she asks as you turn to your closest friends.
âIâm being sent out tomorrow morning, they need additional medics out in the atlantic, of course I donât know the full extentâ you look at them, not seeing Jake standing in the doorway, panting.
âYouâre leaving?â your eyes snap to Jake.
Heâs still in his flight suit, the top half around his waist with his black tank top sticking to his skin. You turn from his eye back to Phoenix and Bob.
The two of them smile, nodding slowly. âWe should go to the hard deck and have a send off party!â Coyote tries to lighten the mood, immediately noticing the tension in the room.
âI agreeâ Rooster chimes in, looking over at you. You smile sadly, âif you guys want I supposeâ they cheer as you stand.
Jake hasnât moved from the doorway, watching you. He watched the way you avoided his eye.
Walking out of the room, you brush Jakeâs shoulder as you begin to walk down the hall to your office. You bit your lip as you heard his boots follow, you knew you couldnât escape him anymore.
â(y/n)!â he reaches out, grabbing your shoulder to stop your movements. âWhat Jake?â you ask, turning to face him tilting your head. âWhat do you mean what?!â he defends, looking at you.
âYou havenât talked to me in days!â He throws his hands up, ânot even days, weeks! You wonât answer my calls, you won't answer my text messages, you ignore me when you see me at work or even out in public!â he defends as his hands fall at his sides.
âExplain it to me!â he adds, hands on his hips as he looks over your face. âIâve not been ignoring youâ you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes, âbullshitâ he sits.
You sigh, hands on your own hips as you see conference room doors open and close. You knew his voice was traveling through the base.
âNot here Jakeâ you sigh softly, walking down the hall towards your office. âExplain it to me here (y/n)!â he yells.
You close your eyes, feeling the tears begin to fall down your cheeks.Â
You knew you shouldnât have this conversation in the hallway of your place of employment. You can hear his boots approaching, you snap.
âBecause I love you!â you yell back to face him, face red with tears. âI love you and I know you wouldnât love someone like me!â you point to your chest looking at him as the tears begin to roll down your cheeks.
âI am not them!â you point out the window to Ally and the rest of the new top gun recruits on the tarmac. âI am not tall and sexy and-â Jake stands there, shocked at your reaction.
âYou wouldnât love someone like me! You-You- I am not Jake Seresin material and I canât take you staying in my house anymore and I canât take you being around me anymore because I knewâ you sob, looking away from him.
âDistancing myself was going to help my heart get over youâ you whisper turning around from him.
âThis time away may be best for meâ Jake's boots squeak along the concrete floors. â(y/n)â he whispers, heâs directly behind you now. Your shoulders shake, months of tension falling off your shoulders.
He reaches out, grabbing your shoulder to gently turn you back to face him, cupping your cheek to gently bring your eyes back to him. Heâs also got tears rolling down his cheeks.
âSomeone like you?â he whispers, looking over your face. âSomeone who I have seen devote her life to others? Someone who I absolutely adore, who would spring to help anyone even at 3am after a drunk night at the bar. Someone like youâ he chuckles, shaking his head. âIâm not them Jakeâ you whisper as he shakes head, âand thatâs what makes you so specialâ he reaches over and wipes your cheeks with his thumb.
âI love you (y/n)â he chuckles, shaking his head. âI canât believe you couldnât see itâ he chuckles as you look at him.
âMe!?â you defend as he grins. âI adore you, I fell in love with you years ago sweetheartâ he watches the look in your eye, watching as you look at him, looking into the green eyes that brought you so much comfort.
âY-You love me?â you look over his face for any signs of a joke, he chuckles. âI love you, not them other girls, not anyone but youâ he smiles, leaning down to connect your lips.Â
It takes you a moment to register what is happening by the time you are reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you.
He pulls away slowly after a few minutes, nose nudging yours as his eyes close. âI canât believe youâ he whispers, âthinking I couldnât love someone like youâ your eyes close, a small smile on your lips.
âI am not someone youâd go for Jâ you whisper with a smile as he shakes his head, pulling you into his chest. Wrapping your arms around his waist you sniffle against his black tank top.
âThis is horrible timingâ you mumble.
âIâll be here when you get back sweetheartâ he whispers against your hairline.Â
+
The helicopter ride was quiet. The voices in your mind were louder.
You smile as the base comes into view, âweâre almost homeâ the pilot, Maria grins at you through her aviators.
You were off base for three months, sharing letters and as many zoom phone calls as possible with Jake and the rest of the dagger squad.
The tarmac is laid out as the helicopter begins its descent. You pull the headset off and stand, leaning out the side of the helicopter, hands holding the handles. The smell of the ocean brought you a sense of comfort.
You knew the minute you laid eyes on Jake and your family, you would be home. You can hear cheering from the ground as the chopper finally lands. Climbing down, you stand on the pavement and take a deep breath.
You were home.
The doors opened and the dagger squad all rushed out. âSheâs home!â Rooster yells with a smile on his face. You grin, standing on the big x. This was your family.
Ally and her group of friends follow Jake out of the doors.
Your eyes fall to each other as she continues to attempt to grab onto his arm. âScuse meâ he moves from her and begins his jog to you.
You meet him halfway and he grabs you by the waist and spins your around, holding you close to his body. You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder. âMy girl is home!â he grins, setting you to your feet.
âWelcome home sweet girl he grins, leaning down to connect your lips.
Maybe someone like you deserves someone like him.
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âSo you think Iâm hot?â
Tyler Owens x Reader
Summary: Tyler has gotten on your last nerve and you finally snap, leading to an ego boost on his end.
Contents: light teasing, cockiness, maybe swearing, fluff
A/N: for the sake of this fic, just pretend Kate and Tyler didnât meet and it was you instead
âSo when are you gonna let me take you out on a chase?â Tyler asks from his truck bed. âYou know, actually have some fun instead of being a stick in the mud over there?â
You were on your way to your base camp a few cars down, Kate and Javi were waiting for you to give them your report for their data sequencing. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before smiling sweetly.
âHow about when you acknowledge that what you do is reckless and irresponsible?â
Tyler smiles softly before saying, âWell if I did that, then youâd never join us on a chase.â
You only squint out a smile before rolling your eyes and walking toward where Kate and Javi wait.
âWhat was that all about?â Kate asks, a knowing smile on her lips.
âTyler being Tyler,â you say. To Javi, you ask, âSo all you guys needed was the report right? I kinda wanna catch some sleep for tomorrow.â
âYeah,â Javi says. âI think weâre all set here. Iâm just gonna put it into the computer and then call it a night.â
âAlright, sounds good. Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â
You begin the walk back toward your hotel room, sighing when you realize you have to pass by Tyler again.
Though you find him aggravating, you canât help but admire his audacity and fearlessness. The man knows heâs hot shit and uses it to his advantage, playing it off as a high ego.
âHey, Y/N!â You hear Tyler call out again.
You stop in your tracks and slowly face him, your face schooled in your famous resting bitch face.
âWhat?â You respond.
âI just wanted to say I think you should smile more,â he tells you, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. âWhy donât you smile for me?â
Your blood was boiling, why the fuck would he ask you that? Why would he say that? And why did your heart flutter when he smiled at you like that?
âWhy should I?â You spit.
âI donât think she likes it when you say that, Ty,â Boone says, popping up from the spot he was squatting at behind the truck.
âCâmon, she knows I think sheâs a good looking girl,â Tyler teases, eyes still on you. âIâve been asking her out for weeks.â
âThe look on her face looks like she might tear your head off,â Boone points out.
âNah, she wonât do that.â Tyler smiles down at you before jumping off the truck and taking a few steps toward you. âSheâd hate it if I wasnât there to keep her on her toes. Besides, look at those eyes, theyâre screaming to smile for me.â
You had had enough. Itâd been weeks of shameless flirting and teasing from him. Not to mention the disrespect to your career, insinuating that you had a stick up your ass and didnât know how to have fun.
You were lots of fun. Just ask Kate and Javi. ïżŒ
âWhatâs your deal with me, Owens?â You start. âIs there something we need to work out? Because from the moment you laid eyes on me, it feels like youâve been taking the absolute piss out of me. Constantly teasing me and the way I do my job.â
âWait, Iâm notââ
âJust shut the hell up!â You exclaim. âIâm so sick and tired of your constant teasing and disrespectful comments. And if I wanted to smile for you, I would. Just because we all know youâre hot as shit, doesnât mean I have to comply to everything you want.â
Tyler only smiles, chuckling a bit.
âDo you have anything to say for yourself?â You ask, annoyance and anger leaking out of your ears.
âSo you think Iâm hot?â Tyler asks.
You only blink, thinking back to what you had just said. You squint, feeling the blush creep up your ears and to your cheeks before walking off and yelling, âOh fuck off, Tyler.â
A/N: Should I write a part two to this? Maybe she finally falls for him?? đ
PART TWO IS UP!!!
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hell or high water
pairing: tyler owens x f!reader
word count: 3.3k
summary: lazy saturday nights with tyler were few and far between, especially during the spring months, when he and the wranglers found themselves hopping from one midwest city to the next. today the skies were uncharacteristically clear, and tyler wanted nothing more than to spend his night curled up next to his girl.
for the always lovely @fraaaaankiiiiieee , who always supports my delusional ideas <3
warnings: just fluff really, domestic life w/ tyler; situational angst, but no broken hearts in this one <3; some suggestively smutty moments but nothing explicit; inaccurate descriptions of tornadoes (i'm a mississippi girly, we don't even take shelter, we stand on our porches during tornadoes don't blame me); I wrote this at 2am, so forgive any weird inconsistencies or mistakes, thanks
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The morning had been uncharacteristically quiet, almost eerily calm. Tyler had woken early, per usual, and rose to his feet, earning him a grumble from the girl who slept curled into his chest for warmth. He'd apologize with a cup of coffee later, knowing she wouldn't rise from her death-like sleep for a few more hours at the least.
He'd stumbled down the creaky stairs in only his boxers, starting the coffee machine immediately, and, as it dripped slowly, he used the downtime to stare out the window above his kitchen sink. The weather was perfect-the rising sun shining over the horizon made his view picturesque-almost like a painting in a frame. He enjoyed the view, but he knew the girl upstairs sleeping in his bed would enjoy it more: clear sky days like today meant she had him all to herself. He shook his head to a wasted day, but smiled despite himself. Tyler grabs his phone from where he'd tossed it on the kitchen counter, texting out a quick message to the Wranglers group chat:
'Nothing but clear skies on the radar, so enjoy your day off. Maybe use it to take a decent shower? Maybe wash some clothes? I'm talking to you Boone, you stink.'
The message stirred a frenzy of comments and replies from each of the members of his eclectic group, and he read through them as he sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter. He'd just sent a reaction to a particularly witty remark from Lilly when he felt something grab him from around his waist. He'd been so entranced with his stream of messages that he hadn't heard the pitter-patter of his girlfriend's footsteps down the hardwood stairs, or the yawn that had announced her presence.
"Mornin', beautiful."
Y/N simply gives him an unimpressed, tired grumble in response. She'd clad in one of his old sweatshirts, so well-worn that the neck of it is fraying. Her hair is knotted and messy from her sleep, and her eyes are barely opened. She finds Tyler's greeting ridiculous, but even in her half-dazed state, he finds the sight of her infinitely more breathtaking than the stunning vision mother nature had given him this morning.
Y/N shuffles in closer to him, burying her ice-cold nose into the crook of his neck, and he lets out a sound of discomfort when it hits his bare skin.
"Damn, you're freezin'!"
"Yeah, well, my personal heater likes to get up at the asscrack of dawn, and it's the only time I get to see him these days, so deal with it."
Tyler laughs, bringing his arms around her waist to keep her close.
"Lucky for you, sleeping beauty, the skies are clear for the foreseeable future, so today I'm all yours."
He feels her grin against his skin, and she nuzzles in a little closer. Her groggy morning voice speaks, muffled by her face being pressed against him:
"Then, Ty, my lovely, handsome, smart, sweet man-of-my-dreams...why the hell are we up at six in the goddamn morning?"
Her faux flattery oozes with sarcasm. He shakes his head silently, running a hand through her hair.
"I'll have you know I'm wide awake."
"Well, I'm not, and I never get to sleep in with you anymore. I want to go back to bed, and I want you there to keep me warm, please?"
She'd lifted her face to rest her chin on his chest, her big puppy-like eyes pleading up at him.
"Plus," she starts, bringing her gaze back down to his chest and placing a chaste kiss just below his collarbone. "We haven't had morning sex in like...weeks. Who knows what kind of mood I'll wake up in?"
She gives him a sly smile, and he cuts a knowing eyebrow lift her way. He knows all of her tactics, not that she needs them anyway, he'd never deny her.
"Fine, I'm sold." He lifts her into his arms, her legs around his torso as he carries her up the stairs. She gives him a sweet chuckle, hiding her red-flushed face into the side of his neck, his hands resting across her ass, unabashedly inappropriate.
He tosses himself onto the bed, her frame atop his.
"Promise to wake me up around, 9 or so? I don't want to sleep too much, or else I'll miss out on my whole day with you."
His chest warms as his hand runs through her hair, the other placed precariously on her opposite hip, tracing circles with his thumb.
"I will, cross my heart. Now, sleep, you're gonna need it," his voice deepens almost on command. "Once you're awake, you're all mine, darlin'."
His words drip with sensual flirtation as he places a kiss on the crown of her head. Y/N gives him a grin, her eyes drooping closed.
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Hours later, after much needed sleep and a rather intense bout of love making, the couple stood exactly where they had just hours before. Tyler stood against the counter, watching as the new pot of coffee brewed. Y/N stood between his arms, her still slighty-sleepy eyes peering out at the sunny day from the kitchen window. Tyler's hand runs through her hair, his other perched on the small of her back, almost dangerously low, but she pays it no mind, too consumed at the pure joy of having him all to herself for the entirety of the day. It seemed silly, but she was rarely afforded this luxury during the spring and summer months.
He pulls away to pour coffee into two mugs on the counter, dousing one in sugar and creamer, the other plain black, the way he liked his. Y/N pays little attention when she reaches for a mug, and he goes to stop her, but the liquid reaches her taste buds before he can reach out for the cup in her hands. Her face wrinkles in disgust as she reaches for the other mug and swallows a sip.
"Jesus, that's vile, Ty. You're drinking straight lighter fluid."
"At least I'm drinkin' coffee, sweetheart. Yours is ten percent coffee, ninety percent other sugary shit."
She rolls her eyes and downs another sip, exhaling at the caffeine now starting to course through her system. She leans her head on his bicep, not wanting to be far from his touch. The pair relishes in the quiet morning, only the sounds of the morning birds and the occasional passerby car filling the air. The moment is so delicately peaceful that Y/N feels her eyes drift back into a hazy state, only awoken by Tyler's voice cutting off her brush with relaxation.
"There's no food in his house, wanted to make eggs this mornin', there isn't any. We don't have any bread, milk's gone bad. Think we finished off the last of the coffee, and you're almost out of that fancy creamer you like."
Y/N's mind instantly thinks of the nearly empty toothpaste tube she'd squeezed out the night before, and the lack of her favorite snacks in his cabinet.
"You up for a grocery run this early?"
He shrugs, giving an unbothered look.
"Get it over with early, don't have to worry about it for the rest of the day."
She nods, leaning back against him.
"Smart," she pauses, letting out a sigh. "Guess I should probably get dressed if that's the case."
Tyler looks down at the girl in his arms, clad in one of his shirts and nothing else. Desire swarms in his gut, and he found the desperate words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"Or we could just order them online, pick them up later? We could order dinner from that place on the boulevard you love, get it all done in one trip? I'll go in, you stay in the truck, no getting dressed necessary."
She drops her now empty mug into the sink, wrapping her arms around his neck, brushing her hand across the hair on the nape of his neck. She leans in, pulling him into a rather heated kiss, one that leaves them both panting. She can taste the traces of his own black coffee, and she smiled against his lips before pulling away.
"You get hotter and hotter every time you open your mouth this morning. You've almost got me convinced just to go back to bed with you and ignore all of my other responsibilities..."
He gives her a smirk, shrugging and lifting a brow as his calloused hand sneaks under her his shirt, caressing the bare skin dangerously close to her chest.
"What'll it take to convince you completely?"
She cocks her head to the side, as if she was thinking.
"Hm, remember that thing you did on our third date?"
She doesn't even get a response before his lips are back on hers, his hand tapping her thigh, silently signaling her to wrap her legs around his waist. His half-finished coffee was forgotten, only the sounds of their shared pleasure and Y/N's occasional giggle bouncing off the walls.
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As night falls, that same relative silence falls over the house. The lights are all out, save for the lamp in the corner of the living room and one of Y/N's scented candles lit on top of the fireplace. A commercial for an insurance company runs quietly in the background, an ad break from the rerun of 'The Notebook' he'd put on for Y/N just an hour ago. Takeout boxes and two empty beer bottles litter the coffee table in front of them, and the sound of light rain falling fills the unclaimed space in the room.
They're both still fresh from the shower they'd shared. His hair is still damp, smelling of Y/N's shampoo, and her skin smelling of his cypress and cedarwood scented body wash. Y/N had stilled within a half hour of placing her head in his lap, his comforting touch in her hair making it physically impossible for her to fight sleep. His hands tugged lightly at her half-dry hair, but his eyes are focused on the window facing his back yard.
Tyler can't help it, he's naturally drawn to the changes in wind speed and precipitation. He notes nothing serious-average wind speeds, steady, even-falling rain, and no hail. He relaxes a bit, watching as Noah and Allie argue on screen. Soon, his own jade eyes felt heavy. He blinks them back open, trying to savor every moment he has with the girl who's managed to make him fall more and more in love with her, even when she does nothing at all.
He manages to stay awake for the rest of the movie, but as the credits roll across the screen, he finds sleep starting to win against him. Just as his hands stop the movement in her hair, a loud blare comes from the once quiet television, startling him awake, his leg jerking in reaction. In turn, it startles the sleeping girl in his lap, her head shifting as she rubs at her bleary eyes.
The three short tones followed by one long tone has him all but springing into action, sitting up straight on the couch, holding the shoulders of the girl still not nearly awake to understand what was happening.
"The National Weather Service has issued a tornado warning for the following counties..."
Tyler had tuned it out, he knew the rest. His eyes darted to the window again, and now, through the rain he could see exactly what he'd feared-a strike of lightning before a rumbling roar of thunder. He watches as the wind blows the flag in his yard, trees blowing furiously in the wind. It was mild now, but Tyler had seen the calm before the storm too many times to take chances. He quickly grabs both of their phones from the table and shoves them into his pockets. Y/N had already plopped back down onto the couch pillow, her eyes closed. He sighs and contemplates waking her up, but as the roaring of wind like a freight train fills his ears, he realizes he doesn't have the time. Instead, he scoops her into his arms-blanket and all-and simply bolts them out the door.
The second he hits the steps of the porch, he's never been more glad he'd moved so quickly. The wind is whipping around him fiercely, and the sound of hail knocking shingles off his roof sends his feet moving faster. The entrance to his storm shelter is in clear view, and he speaks down to the girl in his arms, speaking loudly over the noise of the inclement weather.
"I'm gonna take us to the storm shelter, okay? You're gonna get in first and I'm gonna be right behind you, baby, gotta make sure that door shuts, alright?"
Y/N nods in understanding, despite how her eyes are still laced with sleep. He stands her in front of him on solid ground, slinging open the heavy door with a grunt. He lightly shovels her down the steps, seeing that she's completely in before stepping in himself. It takes his full body force to get it shut, slamming the latch down tightly. He takes a moment to sit on the steps, hearing the pelting of hail and the loud winds before he springs into action again. He moves to switch on the small lights in the tiny room, now getting a good look at the girl sitting just across from him.
She looks incredibly small, curled into her favorite blanket from their couch, his own hoodie she'd claimed as her own peeking through. He worries that she's scared, and his heart pangs as he crosses over to her. Wordlessly, he pulls her into his lap, fishing his own phone out in hopes of firstly, pulling up live updates on the storm, and secondly, contacting the rest of the Wranglers, making sure his chosen family was safe. He gets the broadcast up first, a slew of messages from his friends ensuring him of their safety. He sends them back one confirming both his and Y/N's safety before setting it back down against the wall and the floor.
"Hey, you're okay, I promise," he reassured her, his arm slung around her and resting on her waist. She gives him a small smile, brushing a tuft of hair behind his ear. Chasing had been busy lately, and he hadn't stopped for a trim lately. She wasn't complaining, she liked running her hands through the longer locks.
"I know. I'm not scared, Ty," she gives a small laugh, the look behind her eyes reassuring him she was fine. He pulls her closer to him, placing a kiss against the crown of her head.
"Brave girl."
She shakes her head in disagreement.
"I'm not brave, I'd be scared shitless if you weren't here. But you are, so I know I'm safe. You'd never let anything happen to me, mother nature be damned."
He gives a loud laugh that bounces off the walls of their shelter, making Y/N break out into her own smile. She turns her attention to the map on Tyler's phone.
"So what're they saying?"
He pulls his phone closer, a map of colors and city names she recognizes in front of her. His finger points to their town name.
"There's us," He pauses, moving his finger to a patch of dark pink. Y/N looks at the key on the side, noting that the color indicated an 'extreme' threat. "And that's the path of the tornado happenin' above us right now, most likely."
"So," she pauses, looking up at him. "In your professional Tornado Wrangler opinion, how fucked are we?"
He raises an eyebrow.
"Survival wise? I know we'll be fine, we're perfectly safe. Damage wise? Well, my roof needed replacin' anyways."
"What about the others? Have you heard from them? I imagine Boone is losing it."
Tyler brushes hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"They're all in a safe spot, just heard from them all. Don't worry that pretty head of yours about a thing, let me take care of it."
Another roll of loud winds roar overhead, and both Y/N and Tyler dart their eyes to the ceiling. She tucks her head into Tyler's neck, and his arms pull her tighter into his embrace.
"Okay," she starts, her voice small. "So maybe I'm a little scared...I don't see how you're always out there in all this, it's terrifying, Ty."
He wants to reply back, tell her about the rush of a storm, or the feeling of being right there next to it in the moment, but the storms he chased werenât like the one happening literal feet above their heads. He remains quiet, his hand moving back to her hair, stroking the strands in a gentle motion, providing comfort for her. Sheâs quiet for a moment, listening to the howling winds and the shaking of the thunderous movements.
âT-Tyler?â Thereâs a tremble in her voice, and he notes how sheâs starting to shake in his hold. âCan you tell me a story? Talk, just keep me distracted, please. Having a full blown panic attack in this box doesnât sound fun.â
He continues the comforting touch to her head, pulling her in closer to the side of his neck, his opposite arm around her waist.
âHey, no, no, none of that, youâre gonna be fine. Weâre okay, I got you. A story? UmâŠâ
He thinks for a second, until the perfect idea comes to his mind.
âAlright, got one, gonna tell you your favorite story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far awayâŠâ
His voice takes on a humorous tone, recounting the plot of âA New Hopeâ from memory. The rumble of his timbre in her ear-paired with him intentionally making up his own scenarios when he forgot plot points-worked effectively in blocking out the deafening noises above. After a handful of minutes, the noise stilled, and Y/N sat with shaking hands as Tyler popped back open the door. He looked around for a moment, making sure the sky was clear before helping her back on solid ground.
Shingles had fallen from his roof, and branches from trees had been strewn across his yard. Just across the clearing, in an empty field, a massive tree had fallen. Tyler grasped her hand tightly as they walked back inside, their power out, but the home unharmed. Once he determined they were completely safe, he wordlessly led them back to his bedroom, tucking Y/N safely under his chin, close to his heart. He didnât sleep, his brain wide awake in fear that another storm would come and heâd be unprepared. Instead he watched her sleep, watching as her breaths moved in and out, content in knowing she felt safe in his arms.
Tomorrow, theyâd venture into town with Boone and Lilly in the back of his truck, Dexter and Dani behind them, all looking out at the disaster that riddled their small community. Theyâd spend their day passing out food and water, looking for missing pets in rubble, and helping scour collapsed houses for salvageable items for families to hold onto. Heâd look on as Y/N helped comfort elderly citizens of their community and laughed with children who had lost their everything, including their innocence. Sheâd be silent on the way home, and collapse into his arms once they made it through the front door. Her eyes would fill with tears of guilt that she couldnât do more for every person she'd seen and talked to. Heâd hold her just like he was now, hands in her hair and sweet nothings in her ears.
But tonight, he holds her in his arms tightly, thanking mother nature for sparing not only them, but his home too. After his thanks, he issues her a warning: come hell or high water, heâd stop at nothing to protect the girl in his arms-mother nature be damned.
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YOU, BRIGHT BLUE
pairing. tyler owens x reader
summary. between the moments of chaos of storm chasing, tyler finds the break in the storm when with you.Â
warnings. shy/introverted reader, fluff!
word count. 1k || masterlist
To cap off the end of tornado season, it was a tradition for someone from the wranglers to throw a little celebration. It was Tylerâs turn and he had, lovingly, suckered you into helping him with the promise of picking up your favorite dessert for after the dinner.Â
It was the first party with the newest additions of Kate and Javi to Tylerâs team, and they were warmly welcomed with light teasing that Boone insisted was mandatory hazing. Everyone ate until their stomachs were beyond stuffed, but no one wanted the night to end after that.Â
You had suggested a bonfire. Tyler had been excited about the new fire pit he had built in his backyard, and the only people who had enjoyed it so far were the two of you. You often rounded off your date nights back at his place, making sâmores and talking until you couldnât keep your eyes open.Â
Even with the addition of Tylerâs team, you two still found yourself in your usual spot around the fire, seated on a blanket in the grass. You sat with your legs outstretched and Tyler rested his head in your lap. As the team laughed and reminisced on their favorite stories from the season, you absentmindedly ran your fingers through Tylerâs hair. He chimed in now and then, but when he wasnât talking, his attention was on you.Â
His bright eyes studied you in the firelight like always, but no matter how many times he looked at you, he found something else he loved. Every shy smile you gave Kate when she complimented your cooking or light laugh you gave to Booneâs terrible jokes. Despite your quietness, he could tell how much you enjoyed the company of his friends, which he was relieved to see. Tyler had gotten good at reading the little tells in your face since you werenât much of a talker.
Just by the crinkle of your eye or twitch of your lip, he knew almost exactly what you were feeling. And at the fire with his team, you looked happy, which was exactly what he was hoping for. You hadnât been around for more than a couple dinners and hang-outs with the team, and he knew they could be a tad overwhelming from time to time just because of their ever-bounding excitement. But knowing that you enjoyed their company as much as he did felt like a weight off of his chest.Â
Dating you was a different experience for Tyler. He used to think he needed someone who matched his energy or exceeded it; someone boisterous who didnât know how to slow down. But he had learned rather quickly that was like burning the candle at both ends. Meeting you showed him the beauty in slowing down. He spent his days chasing after roaring storms, wrapped in the heat of adrenaline and pounding hearts. And donât get him wrong, that was what he loved about storm chasing, but he needed something different when it came to relationships.Â
You didnât come barreling into his life at top speeds, crashing into him. You floated in like a gentle spring breeze, soft and calm. In his breaks between storm-chasing, you were his breath of fresh air. It was your slow pace of life that made him fall, hard. But instead of running blindly into relationships, as he had a habit of doing, he played the long game until you became so integral to his life that he knew he had to make a move. And lucky for him, you had fallen just as hard.Â
It was early into the wee hours of the morning before the team finally departed, giving each other tired goodbyes before theyâd spend some time apart, going on much-deserved vacations and returning to their ânormalâ jobs until it was time to chase again.Â
While Tyler walked his friends out, you started to clean up a little, yawning as you did so. You were so tired, half-heartedly washing the dishes, when he came back inside and appeared behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close before resting his chin on your shoulder. Soft kisses peppered the side of your face and neck, causing you to smile.Â
âCome on, these can wait âtill morning,â Tyler whispered, sleepily.Â
âLet me just finish these,â you said, but he didnât let go. His chest was flushed against your back, warming you up more than the fire outside had. He was quiet as you washed the last plate; you placed it on the drying wrack just before he tugged you backward, away from the sink to stop you from cleaning up anymore.Â
He loosened his grip just enough for you to turn around to face him, resting your arms lazily around his neck. âThanks for helping me with tonight,â Tyler said, his voice barely above a whisper like he didnât want to disturb the quietness of his home in the late hours.Â
âOf course,â you replied, peering at him with the very expression that made him fall in love with you.Â
There was a beauty to tornados, one that was difficult to appreciate unless you understood them the way he did. The black and green skies, the rotating clouds that dropped down, and the deep grooves they left behind in the ground all held a certain beauty, but it was very different than how heâd describe you. You were bright blue skies and sunsets that resembled paintings. To him, you were the calm before the storm; the stillness that blocked out any rational sense that something dark was looming in the distance.Â
He brushed a thumb across your cheek and kept his hand holding the side of your face. You yawned again before you kissed him quickly, too quickly if you ask him. âReady for bed?â you asked, your eyes nearly drooping with your words. Tyler answered with a nod, leading you back into his bedroom where you had claimed your side of the bed. His pillows smelled like your shampoo, and he never slept well without having you in arm's reach. But that night he didnât have to worry about it because he fell asleep with your head on his chest. Instead of staying awake in search of answers in the dark skies, he dreamt beside you of bright blue scenery.
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driving lessons for dummies
â i can't parallel park, but i know all the lyrics to 'driver's license' by olivia rodrigo now. â
PAIRING âž kwon soonyoung x fem!reader
GENRES âž fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au
WARNINGS âž profanity, weed consumption, mc has the worst luck imaginable, soonyoung is down horrendous, there is a minor car crash, very minor description of blood, hurt/comfort, almost car sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), grinding, oral (fem. receiving), praise, lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names (both sexy and unsexy), friend group shenanigans
SUMMARY âž you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment.
PLAYLIST âž new romantics by taylor swift âą see you again by tyler, the creator, kali uchisÂ
WORD COUNT âž 16,834 words
AUTHORâS NOTE âž this is representation for all the girlies out there who can't drive. not me but
ONE OF THE MOST COMMON STEREOTYPES PERPETUATED AGAINST WOMEN WAS THAT THEY WERE DEEMED TERRIBLE DRIVERS.Â
That, or they just flat-out couldnât drive to save their lives.Â
This sexist notion dated back to when the automobile was created, when driving was physically demanding work and men insisted they handled operating the vehicles themselves. Now, though, plenty of women drove just fine, but misogyny was the only thing keeping the stereotype relevant.Â
After all, the only reason why women were considered âbad driversâ was because a man decided they were.
Screw all the women who revolutionized the automobile industry, right? Despite them being highly discouraged to take on the labor required of men, it was Bertha Benz who drove the furthest in a motorized carriage than anyone else. It was Anne French who was the first woman to receive a driverâs license. It was Marget Wilcox who invented the car heater, Mary Anderson who created windshield wipers, and Hedy Lamar who designed the wireless transmission technology that made the innovation of the GPS possible.
No matter how high that glass ceiling was, even if a woman demolished and obliterated it to pieces, there would always be a man out there who would push her right back down.Â
Unfortunately, you were nowhere near smashing that glass ceiling because you had failed your permit test six times.Â
Yes, it was embarrassing, but you were determined to get your license. At your age, it was getting ridiculous that you had consistently failed your permit test this many times. Plus, you were getting tired of asking all of your friends for rides. You envisioned picking them up in your new car with your shiny new license, grinning smugly at the shocked looks on their faces.
âI donât think God wants you on the road,â Wen Junhui, your best friend since middle school, said as he dropped you off at the DMV. âIf you fail a seventh time, I would personally just use public transportation for the rest of my life.âÂ
âIf a sixteen-year-old can pass it without studying, then I can pass it,â you insisted. âPlus, I read the entire manual last night.â
âYeah, except the sixteen-year-old passed it on their first or second try, and this is your seventh.âÂ
âWell, seventh timeâs the charm, right?âÂ
âRight,â he replied, doubtful. He stopped the car in front of the DMV to let you out. âWell, good luck. Iâm gonna go get gas and Iâll come back for you.â
âThanks, Jun!â you chirped. âI swear Iâll pass it this time.â
âSure.â
âHave some faith in me, please.â
When Junhui drove away, you steeled your nerves to mentally prepare yourselfânot for the test but for interacting with the DMV employees. You werenât a fan of being verbally abused by them, especially after having them roll their eyes at you the last six times you had to tell them you failed.Â
But today would be different.Â
Thankfully, the DMV wasnât too busy today. You only had to wait twenty minutes until they called your number. After handing them the proper paperwork, you were directed to the computers to take the permit test.Â
Since you were an adult, you only needed to get 30 questions correct out of 36. You had learned your lesson by now, so you actually studied the handbook this time. It took a while to admit to yourself that you werenât blessed with common sense.Â
First question. Wrong.Â
Second question. Wrong.Â
Third question. Wrong.Â
What was happening?
By the time you had gotten five questions wrong in a row, your hands were shaking. The pressure started to set back in, and you were terrified about failing this exam a seventh time. Junhui would be so disappointed if you told him you failed again.Â
You felt the back of your shirt cling to your skin once the sixth question was incorrect. This was ridiculous; you had studied, but these questions were strangely specific. It was like someone at the DMV had it out for you.Â
Maybe Junhui was right. Maybe God didnât want you on the road.Â
You felt like your brain had entered auto-pilot to protect yourself from the discouraging loss of your permit yet again. You clicked through the rest of the questions mindlessly, hardly thinking about anything untilâÂ
You passed!Â
The white screen flashed in your face for about a minute before you could register it properly. All you could do was blink and stare until you pinched your wrist to make sure you werenât seeing things.Â
Had you really gotten the rest of the 30 questions right after your consecutive failed attempts? You were so worked up over the six you missed that the rest felt like a blur. Maybe the problem was that you had been overthinking the test this entire time.Â
âI did it,â you breathed out to the woman at the counter, still in disbelief. âI passed.âÂ
âCongratulations,â she replied with little enthusiasm. She turned to grab papers from her printer, stapled them together, and handed you your brand new permit. âHave a nice day now.âÂ
âThank you so much,â you replied, slightly distracted as you inspected your learnerâs permit with wide eyes.
You had been waiting for this day for so long, and here you were, holding the permit you had spent years trying to obtain. You could only imagine how thrilled your parents and friends would be once they found out.Â
Speaking of friends, when you checked your phone, you saw that Junhui had texted you five minutes ago that he was parked outside. He probably expected you to walk out with a gloomy expression and slumped shoulders, but you had a skip in your step this time. You finally had good news for your best friend.Â
âJun!â you yelled before you even opened the door to the passengerâs seat. âJun, Jun, Jun, Jun!â
âItâs okay, Y/N,â he said sympathetically, but something about his automatic response definitely felt practiced, âyouâll get it next time.â
âNo, Jun, I passed!â
His eyes went wide. âYou did?!âÂ
âI did!â You squealed and practically jumped into the seat. Sinking back, a wide grin stretched across your face. âI finally did it.âÂ
âYo, congrats.â Junhui grinned. âI guess the seventh time really is the charm, huh?â He started his car to pull out of the parking lot. âWell, now you just have to pass the driving test.âÂ
Your face fell.
You had been thinking about the permit test for so long that you forgot there was an actual driving component, too.Â
First of all, you had never driven a vehicle in your life, not even illegally with friends. Second of all, you had terrible depth perception, which was probably not a great flaw to have if you wanted to drive. Thirdly, everything you prepared for the permit test had completely ejected from your brain. Your road sense was back to utterly clueless.Â
âIâm gonna fail,â you said, defeated. âJesus Christ, Jun, I didnât even think about the actual driving test!â
âRelax, drivingâs easy once you get the hang of it,â he replied. âWhat you should really be worrying about is how expensive those lessons are.âÂ
âHow much are they?âÂ
âUh, like, close to a few hundred.âÂ
âTotal?âÂ
âNo, per lesson.âÂ
âPer lesson?!â you cried. âJust for someone to tell me where to turn and brake? I canât afford that!âÂ
âIâm guessing most of it is because theyâre willingly sitting in a car with someone who doesnât know shit about driving,â he explained, âbut, yeah, itâs a crazy price. You do need to get that license before your permit expires, though, and you should probably get it done while youâre still here for college so you donât run over the elementary schoolers back home.âÂ
You buried your face in your hands and let out a loud groan. âHow am I gonna dish out hundreds of dollars? I donât have that kind of money to spend when I have rent to pay off.âÂ
The corner of Junhuiâs mouth lifted, more so exasperated than amused when he said, âI think I might know a guy.âÂ
Kwon Soonyoung.Â
Junhui sent you his number after he dropped you off at your apartment. Apparently, Soonyoung was one of his good friends who also happened to have a side gig where he gave out driving lessons at a discounted price. Of course, the downside was that Soonyoung wasnât exactly certified to teach people how to drive, but he was allegedly a good driver.
His lessons were normally for high schoolers, and he charged their parents around a hundred. For adults over the age of 21, though, he had a special offer that you couldnât resist.Â
You texted him to ask if he had any open spots for you. He took a few days to reply, but you eventually got a two-hour slot for the next week. You werenât sure how effective his lessons would be, but you figured you would give it a shot since he was your age and giving out classes for cheap.Â
When the day of your lessons rolled around, you were slightly anxious while you were waiting for him to arrive. You needed Junhui to reassure you for hours last night, promising that no, Soonyoung was not going to kidnap and murder you. He was a student at your university, actually, and he was a public health major who never had a murderous thought in his life.
soonyoung (driving instructor): iâm outside your houseÂ
Okay, if he wasnât a murderer, then the least he could do was not text you like one. Â
After replying with an omw that autocorrected to On my way! and left you feeling very distressed that your communication sounded overly-enthusiastic, you worked up the courage to walk outside to his Honda Accord.Â
âHi,â you greeted shyly when you opened the door. âYouâre Soonyoung, right?âÂ
Honestly, you didnât care if he was Soonyoung or not. The man sitting in the driverâs seat was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. Even if he wasnât Kwon Soonyoung, you would happily let him kidnap you. Maybe youâd even blush a little because he picked you of all people to kidnap.Â
He turned to look at you, seeming a little surprised that you opened the door but smiling nevertheless. âYeah, thatâs me. Youâre Y/N?âÂ
When you nodded, he got out of the driverâs seat and motioned for you to take it. You skirted around the car to sit inside while Soonyoung took the passengerâs seat.Â
You also got a glance of his off-brand, beige Fear of God Essentials sweater that read M.I.L.F. Hunter instead. Classy.Â
âSo, you came to me because you didnât wanna give up your semesterâs worth of college tuition for driving lessons,â Soonyoung said with an overwhelming air of confidence.Â
âYeah, pretty much.â You huffed. âHere, I heard this was your payment.â
You handed him a paper bag, not bothering to take out the receipt from the dispensary. Inside was the King Louis XIII STIIZY pod. One gram.Â
âAh, good. You know your stuff.âÂ
Soonyoung hummed as he examined the box, and you were just wondering when he would get to business and start showing you the controls in his car. You were slightly overwhelmed by his impressively relaxed demeanor. Maybe it would have been better if you settled for an uptight woman in her sixties. Pretty boys were always trouble.Â
âYou made the right choice coming to me. Iâm a much better driver than those hags from the driving schools around here,â he continued. It was like he could read your mind; it was almost terrifying. âPlus, way less likely that Iâll get a heart attack in the passengerâs seat.âÂ
He was a total weirdo, but he was hot, so you supposed it canceled out in some obscure, mathematical sense.Â
âThatâs⊠good to hear, I think,â you replied. âSo, are you, like, good at this?â
âAre you kidding? Iâm basically the Lebron of driving.â
âI see.â You nodded along, unsure. âI donât watch football, soâŠâÂ
âHe plays basketball, but close enough.â
After spending about thirty minutes explaining all of the controlsâfrom hand signals, to the dashboard, to the indicatorâSoonyoung decided it was time for you to start driving on your own. You didnât expect to move this quickly; actually, you didnât think youâd even start driving until your second lesson. Thankfully, you gathered most of what Soonyoung had taught you, so you mustered up the courage to press your foot on the brakes and move the gear shift into drive.Â
You looked over at Soonyoung expectantly, waiting for him to give you the green light to start driving. The boy only raised a brow at you, wondering why you hadnât started driving yet.Â
âToday would be nice,â he remarked.
âUh, should I start now?â
âSorry, I donât have a starting pistol for you or anything.â He made a finger gun with his hand and pretended to fire. âOn your mark, get setââ
âOkay, going,â you replied quickly, flushing with embarrassment. You pressed down on the accelerator and gasped as the car lurched forward. âSorry!â
âSlowly!â Soonyoung cried out, holding onto the âoh shitâ handle, which you found highly unnecessary and felt somewhat offended about. âPress down slowlyâgentle.â
The next hour of your lessons was a learning curve, to say the least. In your defense, it was your very first time driving, so you didnât know you were actually supposed to look behind you before you switched lanes. Although Soonyoung kept reminding you, his instructions kept slipping your mind because you were focusing on several things at once.Â
You sucked.
You were probably honked at around eight times and flipped off twice. It was a humbling experience, really. There was only so much a DMV victim could take, so you eventually had to pull over and try not to cry while Soonyoung consoled you.Â
âCâmon, you probably didnât even do anything wrong. Itâs just their road rage,â he said, trying to duck his head to get a better look at you while you had your hands covering your face. âPlus, all those assholes were driving way over the speed limit. You were the responsible one back there.â
You sniffled, sucking in a shuddering breath before you gathered your composure. It wasnât like you to be so vulnerable in front of a stranger like this, but it was probably the nerves of your first time driving coupled with the nerves of driving (and potentially damaging) someone elseâs car.Â
âYouâre right.â You wiped at your damp cheek. âFuck them. They couldnât pass a driving test if they tried.â
âWell, technically, they already have.âÂ
âNot helping.â
He smirked. âAre you good to keep driving? Or do you wanna wrap this session up for today?âÂ
âLetâs keep going.â You set the car in drive again, but you looked over at Soonyoung before you did anything else. âThanks, by the way. Iâm guessing most of your students donât usually pull over to cry during their lesson.âÂ
He shrugged. âWouldnât say itâs happened before, but itâs not a bad thing.â
It was a good thing that you were able to hide your blush from Soonyoung. With the clearly embarrassing impression you were making on him, it would have been mortifying if he found out that he was also making you flustered.Â
For the next thirty minutes, you slowly started to get more comfortable behind the wheel. Soonyoung was thankfully not overbearing as most instructors normally were, so you didnât end up flinching every time he spoke.Â
He made light conversation to make you feel at ease, which you appreciated greatly. At first, you just nodded or hummed in response, as you were too afraid to do anything but stare at the road ahead, but you eventually steeled your nerves and replied with actual words. Soonyoung was a natural conversationalist, so you didnât have to worry about your awkward pauses or stumbling over your words. He led the conversation, sharing random tidbits of his life that you wouldnât expect to hear from someone the first time you met them.Â
Everything seemed to be going perfectly normal until Soonyoung started queuing songs to play.Â
The problem wasnât the music. The problem was that Soonyoung had stopped teaching you to drive, allowing you to fend for your life while he sat back and relaxed. You werenât sure if normal people were able to loosen up so easily while being driven by a complete amateur.Â
Soonyoung mustâve been from a different planet, you decided. Some planet out there that deemed him the Lebron of driving.Â
âUh,â you started, âarenât you gonna tell me where to go?âÂ
Soonyoung opened his mouth, as if he was going to ask what you meant, but then his demeanor completely shifted.Â
âPull over to the curb,â he instructed, ânow.â
âWhat?â Your pulse raced, and you were scared that you had fucked up somehow. You checked your mirrors to make sure you hadnât cut anyone off or anything, but there was no one behind you. Swallowing thickly, you pulled over to the curb as best as you could and parked the car, shooting your driving instructor a nervous glance. âDid I do something wrââ
âWait, wait, wait,â Soonyoung whispered, silencing you with a wave of his hand. âThis is the best part.â
Your jaw clenched as Olivia Rodrigoâs vocals were drowned out by Soonyoungâs off-key singing. This was why he wanted you to pull over?Â
âI knew we werenât perfect but Iâve never felt this way for no one!â he belted out. âCâmon, sing with meâoh, and I just canât imagine how you could be so okay now that Iâm gone!â
You folded your arms across your chest. With a reluctant sigh, you gave in and started singing along with Soonyoung.Â
You werenât exactly ready for your driving test, but after two more lessons with Soonyoung, you felt more confident about being on the road. Sure, you almost ran over a pedestrian once and drove on the wrong side of the road the other day, but at least you were capable of handling a vehicle mostly by yourself.Â
There were times where you wondered if your driving lessons would be more productive with a proper instructor, not Soonyoung. He surely knew how to drive (save for when he went over the speed limit and only slowed down when he saw a cop car), but he was more focused on messing around instead of actually teaching you. You were pretty sure that he saved his proper instruction for high school students with parents, and you were just someone he liked to mess around with.Â
That didnât stop you from scheduling another lesson with him, though. It was going to be another trip to the dispensary for you.
âHowâre the driving lessons going?â Junhui asked, still nose-deep in his anatomy textbook.Â
The two of you were preparing for your upcoming midterms in a study room, but all you could think about was the little notification on your phone screen telling you that Soonyoung requested to follow you on Instagram. How long were you supposed to wait until you accepted his request? Would it be weird if you followed him back right away?
âI canât parallel park, but I know all the lyrics to âDriverâs Licenseâ by Olivia Rodrigo now,â you answered. âIâve also been honked at thirteen times.â
You counted. Mostly because each honk kept you up at night, staring up at your popcorn ceiling, wondering why everyone (a driver who probably didnât even remember your face) hated you.Â
âAh,â Junhui mused, smiling a little to himself, âso itâs going well.âÂ
âI wouldnât say that,â you mumbled. âBut heâs nice. He doesnât make me feel like crying. I think my dad would make me cry.â
Your phone buzzed while Junhui started going off on a tangent about how your dad was, indeed, a scary man. (There was an incident during parentâs weekend in freshman year where your father walked into your dorm room to see Junhui sitting on your bed. Completely misunderstanding the situation, your poor friend got lectured for almost an hour.) Soonyoungâs contact name flashed across your screen, and you were itching to read his text.Â
Once you and Junhui settled back into studying, you turned on your phone to check your messages.
soonyoung (driving instructor): i see you in the first floor study room soonyoung (driving instructor): come to the second floor study room for a good time
Terrifying. But you were intrigued.Â
After excusing yourself for a moment, making some lame excuse about needing to use the bathroom, you slipped out of your study room to head upstairs. You realized you had never actually seen Soonyoung on campus before, so a strange feeling of excitement consumed you, making your body feel light and your chest feel giddy.Â
Outside one of the study rooms, you heard echoes of laughter and conversation, which made you feel instantly nervous. You were invited, though, so you steeled your nerves and opened the door cautiously.Â
âHi,â you greeted quietly, glancing over at the three strangers before your eyes landed on Soonyoung, who grinned once he saw you.Â
The four of them werenât exactly studying. Two of them were fiddling with the flatscreen fixed to the wall, trying to connect a Nintendo Switch to it; one of them was sliding joy-cons into controllers; and Soonyoung, who had his legs kicked up on the table previously, was standing up to walk over to you.Â
âYou came!â His tone made it seem like he was doubtful that youâd actually show up, so you were glad to prove him wrong. âOh, yeah, this is Seungcheol and Mingyuââhe gestured toward the two who were setting up the TV, and then he pointed at the guy with the joy-consââand this is Seungkwan.â
âHey,â the three of them chorused in broken unison.Â
âWanna play Smash Bros with us?â Soonyoung asked. âPerchance.â
âYou canât just say âperchance,â dude,â one of the guys setting up the TV said.Â
âI think itâs applicable, Mingyu,â the other guy said, whom you now deduced was Seungcheol. âConceivably.â
âThereâs no reason for either of you to use the words âperchanceâ or âconceivablyâ at all,â Seungkwan chimed in.Â
âIgnore them,â Soonyoung said, holding the door open wider for you before you even gave him an answer. âTheyâre just idiots.âÂ
âYouâre the biggest idiot here!â Seungcheol protested. He turned to you and explained, âHeâs, like, the final boss idiot.âÂ
Mingyu snickered. âFinal idiot.â
You found yourself giggling a little, distracted by their banter as you walked inside the room and sat down in one of the empty chairs. Soonyoung slid into the one next to you, even though he was sitting next to Seungkwan earlier. You were glad that none of his friends made you feel like your presence was strange or unwelcome, but you still couldnât help but feel awkward.Â
While Soonyoung was asking Seungcheol if he had finished connecting his Switch to the TV, you pulled out your phone to text Junhui.Â
y/n: iâm playing smash bros??? with soonyoung on the second floor y/n: wanna join?
jun: my anatomy midterm is in 3 days, 2 hours, and 26 minutes and all i know rn is that tissues are to wipe my tears after i fail this exam, negative feedback is all im getting back from my professor, and brain cells r what im deficient in Â
y/n: ok damn iâll take that as a no
jun: iâll be in here for the next 3 days whenever u decide to come backÂ
y/n: itâll take an hour tops y/n: pls donât camp here for 3 whole daysÂ
âJunâs not coming,â you announced.Â
You heard a chorus of groans.Â
Great. They were all Wen Junhui fanboys.Â
After Mingyu and Seungcheol finished setting up the Nintendo Switch, you watched Soonyoung and Seungkwan play the first match. Seungkwan chose Villager (which was sort of fitting for him, actually) and Soonyoung chose Donkey Kong. You honestly had no idea how Smash Bros worked, so you were completely lost while you watched their characters fly around and knock each other off the platform.Â
Soonyoung was screaming at one point, threatening Seungkwan with several promises to knock him out, which never happened. Seungkwan, taking a calmer approach, focused on using several commands while Soonyoung was already jumping out of his chair and on the floor. Mingyu and Seungcheol were on the sidelines, yelling out strategies for them at random and laughing occasionally.Â
The match ended with Seungkwan being victorious. Soonyoung had gotten so riled up during the game, but he took his defeat like a champ, congratulating his friend and laughing off his loss.Â
You were just amused at how quickly he switched up.Â
âYou want a turn?â Soonyoung asked you, handing you his controller.Â
You hesitated. âUh, Iâm not really good at these kinds of games.â
âIâll help you.â
You were up against Mingyu. He was a formidable opponent at first glance, but you hoped he wasnât as competitive as the others. Maybe he would show you mercy because it was your first time playing.Â
You held the controller with stiffly-bent arms, holding it up like you were reading a map. Soonyoung didnât laugh at you, to your relief, but he gently pushed your hands down and showed you what all of the controls were.Â
You chose the pink blob named Kirby. You werenât a gamer by any means, so you had no idea what purpose the pink blob served other than being cute. No one judged you for your selection, though, which you assumed was a good sign.Â
âDonât go easy on me,â you mumbled to Mingyu, who grinned in response.Â
âWasnât planning on it.â
Your heart raced when the countdown started. It felt like the longest three seconds of your life, and you were starting to regret choosing Kirby, who looked harmless in comparison to Mingyuâs character: Samus. You kept telling yourself that it was okay if you lost; you knew how to handle failure since you were pretty bad at virtually everything.Â
Soonyoung was cheering for your victory as soon as the match started. He was an absolute angel for doing so, but you were afraid you were going to disappoint him.Â
In Mingyuâs defense, you did tell him not to go easy on you. Unfortunately, the guy really wasnât holding back at all. In the blink of an eye, you were already astral projecting off the screen.Â
âOh,â was all you could say.Â
Maybe you should have swallowed down your pride and asked Mingyu to go easy on you.
Seungcheol playfully punched his friendâs shoulder. âCâmon, dude, itâs her first time.â
âYeah, whyâre you being a dick?â Seungkwan joined in, seeming more excited over having an excuse to target Mingyu than to actually defend you.
âShe told me not to go easy on her!â he exclaimed, but no one allowed the poor boy to stand up for himself. With a pout, he turned to you and said, âIâm sorry.â
âNo, donât apologize.â You laughed. âIâm just bad at this.â
âHere, Iâll help you for the next round.â Soonyoung scooted closer to you until his knee brushed against yours. You couldnât help but feel a little hot all of a sudden, but you made no effort to move away.Â
The next round started with you dropping from the revival platform. You felt like your brain went into autopilot. You just heard Soonyoung talking in your ear while his fingers kept brushing against yours, telling you which controls were best for fighting Samus. Everything was going in one ear and out the other; you were so flustered that you could hardly think straight.Â
You snapped back into reality when you heard three of them screaming, and you looked over with wide eyes to see Mingyu looking shell-shocked himself.Â
You won.Â
Soonyoung smiled. âSee? Youâre a natural.â
âNo, it was all you,â you replied, shaking your head. It really was all thanks to Soonyoung because you had no idea what the hell you did. âIt was probably just beginnerâs luck.â
But, even so, a smile tugged at your lips, and you felt elated from your triumph. You thought back to Soonyoungâs hands brushing against yours, nearly swamping yours in comparison, and your chest felt a little warm.Â
A little too warm.Â
You put a pause on driving for a week and a half, informing Soonyoung that you had to focus on midterms before you could think about your driving lessons. Both caused you extreme distress, so you needed to cut one out temporarily.
Junhui really did camp out in the library for three entire days. You brought him food every day and forced him to go back to his apartment to take a shower. When you watched over his study room for him, Soonyoung would swing by and ask how you were doing.Â
Brief interactions, but they were nice.Â
You managed to get through your midterms without a single cry session in a bathroom stall. It was honestly a bigger success than your first Smash Bros win.Â
Soonyoung and you grew a little closer. Two weeks ago, if someone told you that you would be FaceTiming your driving instructor every night before bed, you wouldnât believe them for a second. Mostly because you assumed you would get a driving instructor who was pushing retirement age, and video calling someone that old at night sounded a little concerning and borderline adulterous.
You learned a lot about him. His go-to breakfast or midnight snack was Frosted Flakes, and he felt a little empty inside if there wasnât a box of the cereal in his cabinet. He was loud most of the time, but he often got shy or quiet in loud settings; it was highly dependent on the crowd he was with. His love language was sending you pictures of cute animals and saying it was you two. (You also didnât like calling this a âlove languageâ because that implied there was something deeper than platonic feelings, which you were too afraid to come to terms with.)
âYou have to start driving again now that your midterms are over,â Soonyoung said over the phone one night. He was sulking while you were doing your skincare routine, keeping your phone propped up on your desk. âYouâre gonna start forgetting what you learned, and then weâre gonna be back to square one.â
He was (slightly) high tonight and you were the first person he called.
You were pretty sure that had to mean something. Unfortunately, you were too guarded to connect the pieces that were laid out perfectly for you.
âYou just miss me, huh?â you joked.Â
âYeah, I guess I do.â
Nothing could have prepared you for that response.Â
You felt your cheeks burn, and you had to physically turn around to hide whatever expression was betraying you. You pretended to examine something behind you, but there was clearly nothing there, so you just looked like an idiot.Â
You didnât know what you were feeling. There was a clear difference in your emotions when you spoke to Soonyoung versus when you spoke to his friends.Â
You didnât want to compare Soonyoung to Junhui, who you knew since middle school, but you knew that you didnât feel anything funny in your chest when you interacted with Seungcheol, Seungkwan, or Mingyu. They were great to be around, of course, but it was only Soonyoung who made you walk with a little skip in your step.
You hadnât had a proper crush in years. Now, you felt like you were overthinking everything and analyzing every little interaction that could possibly be meaningless.Â
It had only been a few weeks, but you supposed there was no exact timeline for these sorts of thingsâwhatever this thing was.Â
Whatever it was, though, you were in danger.
âTomorrow, then,â you said once you regained a sliver of your composure. âPick me up after your classes.â
âSure.â He rested his chin in his palm, staring at you with an amused expression. âIâll bring flowers.â
Possible Ways To Respond: 1. âYouâre too sweet! Thank you.â 2. âFlowers? Whatâs the occasion?â 3. âWow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?âÂ
You went with a secret fourth option.
âPlease donât. Iâm allergic.â
True to his word, Soonyoung picked you up after his classes the next day.Â
You were pretty sure your lessons had gone over the regular quota, so you stopped by at the dispensary earlier to pick up another pod for Soonyoung. He didnât look as though he was expecting anything when you got in the driverâs seat, though. In fact, he was perplexed when you handed him the paper bag.Â
âWhatâs this?â he asked, growing sheepish.Â
âYour payment,â you replied. âAlso, I sort of lied about being allergic to flowers. Iâm not allergic to flowers. I donât know why I said that. Iâm allergic to penicillin, though, but I donât think that sounds remotely close to âflowers.â Maybe I got confused? I donât know.â
If this was an otome game, you had surely picked the bad relationship ending. Soonyoungâs face fell a littleâjust enough for you to noticeâand you immediately felt guilt swallowing you whole. You meant for your words to sound lighthearted, but maybe they didnât come across that way.Â
But, at the same time, you didnât know where you stood. Wouldnât it have been unfair to not repay Soonyoung for the lessons? Was it unreasonable that you werenât actually expecting him to bring you flowers for no reason?
Soonyoung recovered quickly, though, his smiling eyes crinkling at the corners. âSo I can bring you flowers.â
âHypothetically, you could.â
âBut you donât have to pay me anymore.â He looked into the paper bag, examining the STIIZY pod before scoffing. âIf I keep stocking up on these, people are gonna think Iâm a stoner.âÂ
âWell, I have to pay you for the lessons somehow,â you said. âSo, if you donât want the pods anymore, then Iâll have to start sending you money. I mean, what about gas?â
âYou donât have to worry about my gas tank.â He chuckled at your words and sat back to get comfortable. âWhat you should worry about is not hitting the curb.â
You flushed hotly. âRight.â
The first hour went smoothly. Soonyoung was impressed that you were gradually getting more and more comfortable behind the wheel, and he even congratulated you for changing lanes without muttering prayers under your breath. You were beginning to feel less overwhelmed with everything you were supposed to focus on, and you were certain that you were so close to everything clicking at once.Â
That was, until a car crashed right into you on a local road.Â
Thankfully, you and the other driver werenât going too fast, but the force was sure to leave a dent in Soonyoungâs car. The collision wasnât hard, by any means, but the impact jerked your body forward so that your mouth hit the steering wheel. The sting of pain radiated throughout your gums seconds later, and you winced and cradled your jaw.Â
You immediately bubbled with rage as you pulled over to the curb, knowing that you had the right of way and he was supposed to stop and wait for you to pass, but you were still stiff with shock. Soonyoungâs eyes were fierce, looking back at the driver as if he was about to cuss him out, but then he turned his attention to you.
Before you could feel immense, crushing guilt over crashing Soonyoungâs car, you whipped your head around to make sure he wasnât hurt. You wouldnât be surprised if he completely ghosted you after this. You were probably the worst student he had ever come across, which was saying a lot considering most of his students were high school teenagers.Â
âY/N, are you okay? Are you hurt?â he asked, sounding as frantic as his hands were. You felt his palm against your cheek and his other hand atop your head, making sure you werenât hurt anywhere.Â
âAre you okay?â you blurted out. Your breathing was erratic, and you hardly registered the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. âOh god. Your car. Oh god, IââÂ
âItâs okay, Y/N, itâs not your fault,â he said. âYou had the right ofââÂ
When he turned to look at you again, he just stared, eyes wide and jaw hanging openâalmost comically. It almost looked like he was more bewildered by you than the fact that his car was rammed into by another car.Â
He was wordless for far too long that you had to ask, âEverything okay?âÂ
Maybe that was a stupid question. Clearly, everything wasnât okay, and it had everything to do with the fact that you two had gotten into a car crash.
âI think you loth a tooth,â he lispedâa seemingly joking remark, but his expression was dead serious.
For a split second, a laugh bubbled up in your mouth. You thought Soonyoung must have been messing with you, but it was ridiculous that he could joke around in such a situation. It was when you touched your lip and pulled your hand back to see blood, though, that cold reality washed over you.
Your eyes went wide as saucers as you turned to examine your teeth in the rear-view mirror.Â
The worst possible thing that could happen to a woman was happening to you right now.Â
Your front left tooth was gone.Â
âI-itâs not that bad,â Soonyoung tried, although he sounded unconvinced himself. âItâs cute! Itâs like, uh, that dragonâfrom, uh⊠How to Train Your Dragon.âÂ
Your eyes were burning and your throat was closing up, but tonguing the bloodied gap between your teeth sent you over the edge. You had tears streaming down your cheeks and you were gripping the wheel so hard that your knuckles turned pale.
âToothleth?â you cried, which led to a few choked sobs when you realized that you had a lisp now. Then, you were full-on crying into your hands because sure, you could get over being the reason why Soonyoungâs car had a dent in it, but you were pretty sure there was no replacing a missing tooth. The more you cried, though, the worse you felt as you tasted the blood and heard the faint whistles coming from the gap in your teeth. âIâm tho thupid!âÂ
Soonyoung was clearly short-circuiting, but you could tell he was desperate to calm you down by the way he was rubbing your back in soothing circles. âY/N, youâre not stupid. It's okay, we justââ
âThoonyoung!â
Soonyoung slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress his laughter. He was trying to take you seriously, but the little bursts of laughter that bubbled up in his throat were betraying him.Â
You swallowed down your sob and continued, âIth not okay! I loth my tooth!âÂ
âOkay, no more talking,â he ordered. âI know youâre very hurt right now, but youâre gonna feel even worse if I start laughing at your lisp, so donât make this harder for me.âÂ
You scowled at him, but you kept your mouth shut because Soonyoung was right; you were not in the proper headspace to be laughed at right now.Â
âOkay, Iâm gonna go outside and talk to the driver who ran into us,â he explained slowly. âI want you to calm your breathing and find your missing tooth. We can drive to the dentist right after, okay?âÂ
You sniffled and nodded, craning your neck to watch Soonyoung get out of the car to talk to the driver. Then, you sucked in a sharp breath and examined the floor to find your loose tooth. Lo and behold, it was laying next to the gas pedal. You cringed as you picked it up, frowning at how bloody it was in your palm. There were a few napkins in Soonyoungâs glove compartment, so you wrapped your tooth in one and kept it in your pocket.
You heard some yelling from the other driverâsomething about having kids in the back and how you were going way too fastâand it all just made you feel worse. You felt horrible that Soonyoung had to deal with the repercussions, and after they exchanged insurances and the guy drove off, you got out of the car to see the damage.Â
Surely enough, there was a decent-sized dent in the side of his car. It was right where the back door opened, and you burst into tears at the sight of it. Soonyoung wouldnât have to deal with all of this if he wasnât teaching you to drive. Â
Still, he wrapped his arms around your shaking body and pulled you in close. He rested his chin on top of your head and sighed.Â
âItâs okay,â he murmured. âThe insurance will cover the damage. You donât have to worry about anything.â
âWhat about my tooth?â
âOkay, maybe thereâs one thing to worry about.â
You leaned into his touch when you felt his hand carding through your hair. His motions were slow and gentle, as if he was trying hard to make sure you didnât notice the gesture. You did, though, and you appreciated it.Â
You started, âIâmââ
âDonât say youâre sorry,â he interrupted. You thought he was going to say something cheesy about how you had nothing to apologize for, but he continued, âYouâre gonna say thorry, and Iâm not gonna be able to take you seriously.â
With your face buried in his chest, you reached your hand out to punch his shoulder.Â
Still, despite his snarky comment and the emotional distress you were experiencing over your missing tooth, a big smile crossed your face and his embrace left a warm, fluttery feeling in your stomach.Â
Your heart was beating so fast that you almost thought it would stop.Â
âEw,â was Wen Junhuiâs first reaction upon seeing your swollen lip. You could only see the top half of his face over FaceTime, but you were sure he had a look of disgust on. âYou look terrible.â
âThanks,â you replied dryly, holding an ice pack to your cheek.Â
Before Soonyoung drove you to a dentist, he scolded you for leaving your tooth wrapped up in a tissue. Apparently, your tooth was going to be fucked if it dried up, so his solution was to leave it in his half-empty water bottle that was left sitting in his car. You werenât quite sure about this, but the dentist informed you that Soonyoung saved your front tooth.Â
If he was with you in the room, you probably couldâve kissed him then and thereâbloody mouth and all.
Thankfully, since you didnât fracture or break any part of the tooth, the dentists were able to replant it into your gums without any complications. They told you it was a good thing you went straight to the dentist instead of waiting. Your front tooth wouldâve been a lost cause if you waited another hour.Â
It was really all thanks to Soonyoung.Â
The procedure was quick and you were told that your avulsed tooth would be back to normal in about a week. The news filled you with relief because you were so sure you were going to be toothless for the rest of your life.Â
Not that it was a bad thing. While Soonyoung was driving you to the dentist prior to the replantation, you had come to terms with the fact that you would be missing a front tooth for the rest of your life. You would grow old and tell your children the harrowing tale of how you got your driverâs license and sacrificed your front tooth for it.Â
It couldnât be all that horrible. Maybe you would grow an affinity for whistling.
Thankfully, that was all just your overthinking and your tooth was probably fine now. In seven days, everything was supposed to go back to normal, so you had your fingers crossed for a full recovery.Â
âOf course that would happen to you.â Junhui laughed at your misery. âShit like this only happens to you.â
âYeah, I get it. Iâm the pinnacle of terrible luck.â
âSo, what happened after? Did you make out with Soonyoung or something?âÂ
âNo!â you exclaimed. Your cheeks started to burn just at the thought. âHow do you expect me to make out with someone when I look like this? Soonyoung drove me home like a gentleman. Heâs not into me like that.â
âUh-huh.â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes. âI donât think Iâll be seeing him for a while, anyway. I donât wanna start driving again until my tooth is fine.â
âThen maybe you can go on a different kind of ride with him instead.â
âYou need to stop.â
You didnât see Soonyoung much over the next week. He told you that he had a few papers to finish before his schedule would clear up, so you were only able to text him occasionally and see him in passing, exchanging a greeting before one of you had to go.Â
You saw his friends a lot, though. They were always in the study room next to the one you and Junhui liked to use, so you would stop by their room often to see what they were up to. They were usually either messing around or using the whiteboard for everything but its intended purpose, so you enjoyed taking study breaks with them. Junhui was the type to not take breaks because he was locked in on his work once he got in the zone, so Soonyoungâs friends were a breath of fresh air.Â
Your Current Opinions on Soonyoungâs Friends:
Mingyu: Kind. Approached you whenever he saw you. Pleasant conversations. Swiped up on your Snapchat stories sometimes. Was unfortunately the only person you forgot to block from your story once when you posted a semi-thirst trap just for Soonyoungâs eyes.
Seungcheol: Friendly whenever he talked to you. A little awkward because you once saw him taking selfies at the gym instead of working out.Â
Seungkwan: Not super buddy-buddy but sweet enough. Liked making fun of Soonyoung with you. He brought you McDonaldâs once and you imagined a future with him momentarily.
Word also got around that your front tooth had been knocked out clean. Seungcheol let it slip when he accidentally referred to you as âToothlessâ the other day. You made a mental note to kill Soonyoung later.
The next time you ran into your driving instructor on campus was outside one of your lecture halls. You walked out in the middle of class to fill up your hydroflask. It was especially hot today, and you were seconds away from heat exhaustion. Soonyoungâs brows lifted in pleasant surprise once he saw you, and he missed his elevator to walk up to you.
âWhoa.â You paused for a moment, unblinking. âI keep forgetting you go here.â
âIâm the hall monitor.â
âThis is college. We donât have hall monitors.â
âSelf-elected,â was his response. âSpeaking of, I donât see your bathroom pass.â
âIâm not going to the bathroom. Iâm filling up my water. Anyway, why would Iââ
âJust this once, Iâll let you off with a warning,â he interjected, pulling out a card from the pocket of his jeans. He handed it to you, and you accepted it after a moment of hesitation. âThereâs your bathroom pass. Donât let me catch you loitering around here again.âÂ
With that, Soonyoung walked off, leaving you utterly confused.Â
You flipped the business card around to see his name and number printed neatly in the middle, and you frowned in response. There was some other fine text on the back, but you didnât take the time to read it properly as you were still baffled.Â
âI already have your number!â you called after him, but you just heard your driving instructor laugh to himself in response as he disappeared behind the elevator doors.
Later, after your classes ended, you went back to your study room with Junhui. He had been in the library since morning, deciding to skip his classes to prepare for his second round of midterms that he still had a few weeks for.Â
You told him about your encounter with Soonyoung, noting how strange it was that he casually had business cards on hand. Junhui asked to see the card, so you handed it over to him.Â
Upon closer inspection, Junhui raised his eyebrows, impressed. âHall monitor rizz.â
âHow was that rizz? He told me it was a bathroom pass and left.â
âWell, Iâd consider it rizz since heâs asking you out on a date.â
Heat rose to your cheeks. âYou think heâs asking me out on a date?âÂ
âNo, I know heâs asking you out on a date.â Junhui flipped Soonyoungâs business card around to show you the fine print: Schedule our first date with the number provided on the other side of this card. The corner of his mouth lifted. âSays it right here. Heâs just shy, Y/N.â
âShy? Him? He doesnât look like the shy type.â
âHeâs shy,â he affirmed, âaround you, at least. I mean, youâd get shy around the person you liked, wouldnât you?âÂ
âI guess, butâŠâ you trailed off, shaking your head. âNo, this is normal, right? Dates are normal. Weâre just two normal adults going on a normal date. Nothing weird about that, right? I shouldnât feel so weird about this. Do I sound weird? Am I weird?â
You didnât realize you had gotten up and started pacing until you turned to see Junhui looking at you with concern hanging in his brows. You sucked in a sharp breath and sank back into your seat, burying your face in your hands.Â
âIâm in way over my head,â you mumbled.Â
âYouâre nervous âcause you have a crush on him,â he replied. âNothing weird about that.â
âI have a crush on him,â you echoed, more so to yourself than to Junhui.Â
Although you were partly in denial, still tossing and turning the prospect of crushing on Soonyoung around in your head, Junhui took your words as confirmation. He hummed knowingly and turned back to his textbook, leaving you to ruminate for the next thirty minutes in silence before you excused yourself.Â
You were currently speed walking to your usual bus stop, hoping you would be able to stop thinking about Soonyoung and the business card tucked into your pocket. However, you couldnât stop thinking about the possibility of you developing a tiny crush on him.Â
You hadnât had a proper crush in ages. The last time you had strong feelings for someone was in high school, which promptly ended following your first dateâafter an eight month talking stage. You proposed going to the fair, which seemed fine until you threw up on the ferris wheel and received an âI donât think this is going to work outâ text later that night.Â
And why were you so flustered over this, anyway? After all, you had been anticipating the day Soonyoung would make the first move. Plus, you were an adult; overthinking your feelings like this was so high school.Â
Whatever. You had nothing to lose.
You pulled out your phone to text Soonyoung, a small smile crossing your face once you caught sight of his profile picture again. It was a picture of him with all his hair flying every which way in the wind and his mouth open to yell some profanity.Â
y/n: date. y/n: this week any dayÂ
soonyoung (driving instructor): WHOA!!!!!!
y/n: what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day
soonyoung (driving instructor): tomorrow night
y/n: okay
soonyoung (driving instructor): okay
y/n: okay.
soonyoung (driving instructor): okay. soonyoung (driving instructor): canât wait
y/n: me neither
soonyoung (driving instructor): pick you up at 8
y/n: iâll be ready
soonyoung (driving instructor): iâll be even more ready
Your heart didnât stop pounding for the rest of the day.
To be a woman was to perform.Â
You were currently performing an illegal U-turn.Â
Soonyoung held onto the âoh shitâ handle fixed to the ceiling, his face contorted in absolute fear as he repeated, âWrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong laneââ
âSorry!â you exclaimed, swerving back into your correct lane after checking your mirrors. You swallowed thickly before saying, âIâve got it under control now, I think.â
Of course, you had been nervous the entire day and a half leading up to your date with Soonyoung, but how you felt right now had completely reigned over every emotion you were feeling before.Â
Throughout the day, you had butterflies in your stomach and a little skip to your step, but now you were terrified of things you had never even worried about before. The reason you took a U-turn in the first place was because Soonyoung told you that you missed the parking lot entrance, causing you to panic in the middle of the road (which, on your part, was not very smart.)Â
In short, Soonyoung should not have let you take the wheel, and you should not have gotten this worked up over him planning to take you to the local fair.Â
What were the odds that you were back in the place where you had an awful last date? You could almost feel the bile rising up your throat.
Soonyoungâs voice was unnaturally high-pitched when he asked, âA-are you sure youâre ready to schedule that driving test?âÂ
âYes! Iâm ready,â you said, âbut, to make things clear, my driving today is not representative of my driving any other day.â
Somehow, you and Soonyoung wound up making it to the fairgroundsâ parking lot in one piece. You deflated upon hearing the sigh of relief escape Soonyoungâs lips once the car was in park, but it was well deserved. You were surprised he even let you drive in the first place.Â
The fairgrounds were packed with peopleâmostly studentsâso there were several couples going around with their fingers interlocked. You were now hyper-aware of your fingertips, wondering if youâd get the chance to brush them against Soonyoungâs and slowly slide your hand into his.Â
He ended up paying for your ticket, and you didnât have much room to argue about it because the employee was already taking his card before you even noticed. You told Soonyoung you would pay for something elseâfood, rides, raffle ticketsâbut he ended up covering everything for you. Of course, you were sure Junhui would have scolded you because turning down a guy paying for you was apparently equivalent to turning down the guy himself. So, you swallowed your pride and let Soonyoung take the lead.Â
You went on a few rides with Soonyoung, shared a churro, and you took a picture in front of the ferris wheel. You were having a great time, actually, and almost all of your nerves had all but melted away. All that was left to deem this a perfect date was to actually ride the ferris wheel, which was exactly what you were absolutely terrified of.Â
âNot good with heights?â Soonyoung asked as you two were getting into the seat, pulling down the lap bar for you two.Â
You wondered if you looked as ghastly as you felt. âNot so much.â
You werenât good with a lot of things, to be fair.
Smooth talker Soonyoung took that as his opportunity to slip his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together with a shy smile on his face. âYou can close your eyes if it gets scary, or just keep looking at me.â
Honestly, that sounded scarier than the possibility of plummeting to your death from the top of the ferris wheel. You werenât sure your heart could handle staring at Soonyoung, especially with how flustered his gaze made you feel.Â
âHey, could I ask you something?â you asked, nearly shying away when Soonyoung fixed his gaze on you. âWhen did you start liking me? I mean, I had no idea.â
âUhâŠâ The ride started moving backward as Soonyoung hummed in thought. âProbably that first time you were in my car?â
Your eyes went wide. âYou mean our very first lesson?â
âYeah, I thought you were cuteâa little weird, but cute.â He grinned. âI think it was when you fell asleep over FaceTime that one night when I started catching feelings.â
Your cheeks burned. You werenât sure if you could pinpoint a specific moment like he did; you just remembered your heart started beating faster when you saw him one day, and the rest was history. It was almost incredible how blindsided you were by his feelings, even though he had integrated himself into your daily life so naturally.
âAnd then you posted that one picture on your story once,â he continued, voice growing shy once he realized what he admitted out loud, âand that was when I knew I was really in too deep.â
You blanched with embarrassment. He must have been talking about the thirst trap because that was the only time you ever posted yourself so confidently. How were you going to explain that you blocked everyone else from your Snapchat story just for him to see that?
A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips. âAbout thatââ
Before you could get any other words out, though, you became painfully aware of your surroundings. Your seat started swinging with the strong winds, and you realized that you were at the very top. If you leaned over enough, you were pretty sure your seat would tip over and drop you and Soonyoung right out. The very thought paralyzed you to the core.Â
Just as Soonyoung was in the middle of asking if you were okay, the ferris wheel started moving faster, and you yelped and clung onto him as you two went down. You were fine with the slow pace with breaks in between, but now that you were moving at full speed in one go, it was downright terrifying.Â
Soonyoung seemed to find it hilarious, though. He laughed and wrapped an arm around you while you were the very picture of fear. You buried your face into his chest and dug your nails in so hard that you were afraid he would feel them through his sweater.Â
Finally, it came to a stop. The ride operator started letting people out one seat at a time, but you and Soonyoung had ended up at the very top again. You raised your head to sit upright again, letting out an exasperated breath, but Soonyoung drew you closer. He was still laughing, and it made you blush uncontrollably.Â
âJust so you know, Iâm good with any other ride!â you tried to defend yourself. âWell, actually, save for roller coasters and drop towersïżœïżœ oh, andââ
âY/N,â Soonyoung cut you off with a smile, his voice hardly a murmur. Before, you could barely hear him over the excited cries and shouts in the fair, but now your attention had zeroed in on him. You felt disoriented as he placed his warm hand on your cheek, tilting his head and leaning in. âCâmere.â
You were too shy to admit it, but you had fantasized about making out with Soonyoung before. Of course, you never knew what type of kisser he was, so you just settled for whatever fantasy played out in your head.
Now, though, with his lips pressed against yours, you felt something hot and needy stir up inside you as he tugged you impossibly close to his body. Your stomach fluttered when you let slip a whimper, which Soonyoung didnât let go unnoticed. He pulled back for a moment, his gaze darkening, promising to return to that later, and he returned to kissing you.Â
When you were almost near the ground, you and Soonyoung pulled away. There were definitely far too many children and parents around for you two to be kissing like that, but now you were anticipating how things would be once you two were alone.Â
âYou two have fun?â the ride operator, who appeared to be an older teenager, asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.Â
All you could do was nod and duck your head in embarrassment while Soonyoung beamed brighter than the flashing lights.Â
You spent some more time with Soonyoung on a few more (tamer) rides before you two decided to call it a day. Your feet were getting sore, so he courteously offered to drive the both of you home. However, you had an itching feeling that he just didnât want you behind the wheel again.Â
âWanna get something to eat?â he asked once you both were inside the car, and he turned his head around as he reversed. âThereâs a good froyo place down the street.â
âYeah, letâs do that,â you agreed quickly. Deep down, you were hoping this date wouldnât end just yet.
Soonyoung played Olivia Rodrigoâs new album as he drove, rolling the window down so that the wind tousled his hair. You thought he looked cute that way, and you had to keep your hand under your thigh to keep it from reaching over and running it through his locks.Â
When he parked in front of the froyo place, it appeared completely dark inside. It was also evidently clear that the only cars parked in the lot were the overflow crowd of people from the fair who couldnât get a parking spot at the fairgrounds.Â
âDid we miss it?â He frowned, pausing to look up the store hours on his iPhone. âMan. I didnât want our date to end like this.â
âI donât want it to end, either.â
Soonyoung looked over at you, studying your expression carefully before asking, âDo you wanna chill in the back for a while, then?â
You knew what that meant. And you had specifically worn your matching lingerie set just for this moment.Â
You unlatched your seatbelt, and Soonyoung followed suit right after. âYeah, Iâm down.âÂ
âWait, thereâs something I need to do first,â Soonyoung said in a soft voice, looking down at you with gentle eyes.Â
For a moment, your heart jumped to your throat. The way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach, and you couldnât even imagine what he was going to do next. Something about his tone was so sincere that you were sure he was going to kiss you, especially when he started leaning down.Â
You let your eyes flutter shut, waiting for his soft lips to meet yours. Your heartbeat felt like a drum in your ears.Â
But nothing happened. No kiss. Nothing.Â
You opened your eyes to see what Soonyoung was doing. When you saw him hunched over, fiddling with something near his ankles, your face deadpannedânot a flicker of amusement.Â
Soonyoung had put his Crocs in sports mode.Â
First of all, wearing Crocs on the first date was absurd.
Second of all, putting your Crocs in sports mode on the first date was absolutely preposterous.Â
Yet, it was the perfect thing Soonyoung had done to put your nerves completely at ease. You ended up bursting into laughter at the very sight, making his head shoot up while his eyebrows were drawn together, perplexed. However, he happened to hit his head on the steering wheel as he did so, which only made you laugh even harder.Â
Your sudden surge of confidence spurred you to crawl over the gear stick and straddle his lap. Shocked, Soonyoung gripped your thighs and straightened up. Before his lip could curl up in amusement, you wrapped your arms around his neck and slotted your lips with his.Â
He broke for air for a moment, breathing out, âWell, hi.â
âHi.â Your nose gently bumped against his. âHaving second thoughts?âÂ
âNo!â he exclaimed, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. âI just didnât wanna start anything because I wasnât sure if you were ready.â He threw a glance over his shoulder before looking out the window. âPlus, this place isnât exactly private.âÂ
You looked out the window while Soonyoungâs warm hands returned to your thighs. It was true that there were empty cars around, but there werenât any people in sight. It was still early in the night, so you were sure people would stay at the fairgrounds until midnight.Â
âHey,â Soonyoung started again, âwhat was that you were gonna say on the ferris wheel? Before we, uh, made out.âÂ
âOh.â Shame bubbled in your chest when you realized what he was talking about. âNothing important.â
âTell me.â
Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the side of Soonyoungâs face and his neck, showing off his prominent collarbones. His low voice reached your core in a way you had never experienced before. You flushed with embarrassment because you were certain Soonyoung could feel how you clenched.Â
You looked out the window, as if you could mentally escape through it. Find a way to get out of the situation you were in.Â
âFine.â He huffed lightly before placing a hand behind your neck and drawing you closer. âIâll just get it out of you, then.â
Notably flustered, you gasped when Soonyoungâs lips latched onto the side of your neck, biting and sucking the tender skin. You croaked out some lame lie about forgetting what you were trying to say, but Soonyoung persisted. He ravaged the column of your neck like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.Â
You scooted up on his lap, sitting right on top of his growing bulge, which roused a throaty groan from him. You could feel Soonyoung twitch under you, and it was all that was needed for you to start grinding your hips slowly on his lap. And then he started guiding your hips down onto him. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers dig into the grooves of your hips to take control of your motions.Â
âTell me,â he beseeched, and you shivered when you could feel his smile against your jawline.
You let out a whine. âItâs embarrassing.âÂ
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, distracted as he looked up at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands never left your hips as he watched you grind down on his lap. Soonyoungâs eyes were unfocused for a moment before clarity bled back into him. âIt was about the Snapchat story, right? That one picture you posted.âÂ
âI donât remember what that was,â you attempted to lie smoothly, but you were pretty sure your expression betrayed you once Soonyoung slid a hand under your shirt to cup your chest.Â
âYeah, you do. The one where you were wearing those thigh-high stockings.â You saw a flash of darkness in his eyes. âCanât believe everyone got to see you like that.â
âI wouldnât say everyone,â you muttered.Â
âHm?â
His thumb, after his hand managed to creep under your bra, found purchase on your nipple, rolling and circling around the supple flesh as he pleased. You only managed to let out a cry before Soonyoung was pressing you further, ordering you to answer him before he made you fall apart.Â
You were so caught up in your own pleasure, practically chest-to-chest with Soonyoung, that you hardly noticed the knock on the window until Soonyoung jolted upright and straightened his back.Â
âFuck,â he cursed under his breath, voice still thick with lust that was ebbing away. Thankfully, you both were still mostly clothed, but Soonyoung had his pants nearly down and you had your shirt riding up past your waist.
The officer stopped knocking to give Soonyoung the opportunity to roll the window down after he was decent. It was evidently an uncomfortable situation for both parties. You turned your head to the side, screwing your eyes shut and hoping you would blink out of existence if you tried hard enough. You never thought you would have a cop at your window before even getting your license.Â
âHi,â he greeted sheepishly once the window was down. âSorry, weâll get going now.â
âYeah, uhâŠâ The officer trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with a long-winded sigh. âIâll let you off with a warning this time, but keep it in the bedroom, please.â
âThanksâŠâ Soonyoung trailed off, looking for some sort of identification tag.Â
âOfficer Hong,â he answered flatly.Â
âThanks, Officer Hong.â
âDonât let me catch you two again.â
âOh, probably not me, but once she gets her license then itâs over forâow!â Soonyoung yelped when you pinched him in the side, effectively shutting him up. He immediately apologized, âSorry, Officer Hong, it wonât happen again.â
The encounter with the police officer was awkward, yes, but somehow, Soonyoung was unfazed once you two had gotten off with the warning. He coolly looked up at you and asked if he could come over to your place tonight. You agreed, of course.
The drive home was perfectly fine. Soonyoung made sure you werenât too startled by the officer and asked how you liked the fair. You thought it was all pleasant conversation that would continue once you were in your living room, but Soonyoung pinned you up against your front door as soon as you were inside.Â
His strong arms caged you in his hold, and you could only helplessly look up at him and warble out some pathetic question, asking if he wanted water or snacks. He turned the offer down, obviously.Â
Since you two had already gotten this far, you figured you might as well let Soonyoung in on your little secret. Although it was slightly humiliating to admit, you realized tonight that far more embarrassing things had happened to you.Â
âYou really wanna know, donât you?â When he nodded in response, you sighed and explained, âWhat I posted on my story⊠I blocked everyone else so that only youâd see it.â
Well, him and Mingyu, but the latter was purely accidental.Â
Hearing your words flipped a switch in Soonyoung and he completely froze up, as if he had stopped functioning altogether.
âWell, technically, you and Mingyu,â you rambled on, âbut thatâs only because I forgot to block him from my story. You know, I have, like, two hundred people on Snapchat, so I figured Iâd accidentally skip over someone, anyway. But I donïżœïżœïżœt think he even paid any attention to it. I feel like heâdââ
He cut you off by sealing his lips over yours, and all the noise in your head simmered down. All the fluff filling up your brain billowed and sank back down. You remembered when you were a middle schooler, giggling and replaying the scenes in movies that were exactly like this. Now that you were actually living in it, though, you couldnât get enough of Soonyoung.Â
He broke away for a breather, lips hanging barely an inch from yours and your foreheads touching. His heavily-lidded eyes found yours, gazing at you longingly through his lashes.Â
âNo offense,â he started with a smirk, âbut I donât really care about Mingyu right now.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but you shut it as soon as you realized that you had nothing intelligent to contribute. You recognized that most of your mindless ramblings probably killed the moodâfor you, at least.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the side of your neck. As he moved down to your chest, Soonyoungâs kisses grew sloppier and open-mouthed. He tugged at your shirt, and you helped him remove it with ease, snapping your bra off in the process and letting it fall to the floor. His hungry gaze upon seeing you bare before him made you ache for more. Soonyoung let out a groan and let his tongue drag over your nipple, circling and flicking around the sensitive skin until you were moaning shamelessly.
With his head ducked so that his lips could ravage your chest, Soonyoung bent down just a little bit more to wrap his arms around your thighs. He scooped you up in his arms swiftly, making you yelp, and he walked you to your bedroom after you whispered where your room was. He was so strong that you hardly had to hold onto him, but his strength was a double-edged sword because he had you pinned down on your bed in seconds.Â
A grin crossed Soonyoungâs face as his lips returned to your chest. This time, his lips made their way down your body, to your stomach. You curled your hand in his hair, tugged hard because you wanted more, but Soonyoung was relentless with his teasing. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you squirm under him and ache for more. They were slow and torturous, and you only grew more needy as he made his way down.Â
âCan I take these off?â he asked, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants.Â
âOnly if you take your clothes off, too.â
You heard him chuckle before you felt cold air starting to hit your bare skin. Soonyoung unzipped your pants and tugged them down your legs until they were bunched up at your ankles, which you struggled to kick off until he bent down to move the fabric off your heel. You shuddered when he snapped the band of your underwear, hooking his fingers at the sides and twisting the fabric. He sure was enjoying toying with you, and you werenât sure you could handle any more teasing. After what felt like forever, Soonyoung pulled the last of your undergarments down and marveled at your bare body.
âYouâre unbelievable,â he all but growled, running his hands down your sides, to your hips, and past your thighs. âI canât believe I get to have you like this.â
You sat up, looking up at him with a pout, which only seemed to drive Soonyoung to the brink of madness.Â
âYouâre still clothed,â you observed.
âYes.â
âTake it off.â You folded your arms across your chest. âI canât be the only one naked.â
âWhatever you say, princess,â he replied with a laugh. You supposed he could see your expression falter, nearly letting some pathetic sound fall from your lips, so Soonyoung cooed at you and ran his thumb over your lower lip. âOh, you like that? Like it when I call you princess?â
You did like it. You liked it too much for your own good, and it was almost humiliating.
Soonyoung towered over you as he peeled off his shirt, grabbing it from the nape of his neck and slipping it off in seconds. Your eyes ran over his beautiful expanse of skin, from every defined muscle in his abdomen to the little goosebumps that pricked his arms. You reached out to run your fingers down his abs, letting them trace each groove and dip in muscle. Soonyoung shivered at your very touch, but he allowed you to make your way down to undo his belt and pants.Â
Your fingers were fumbling, but you managed to remove the latch after several failed attempts. He guided you with his steadier hands, but you were determined to do it yourself. Finally, you pulled his belt free and pushed his pants down his legs.Â
He seemed to be slightly embarrassed, but Soonyoung was already rock hard. His cock sprang up so that the tip pushed past the waistband of his boxers.Â
âDonât worry about that,â he grumbled, sinking to his knees and placing his hands on your thighs. âIâll take care of you first.â
He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, staring at your soaked cunt like it was everything he ever wanted. Soft kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, working up to the apex of your legs. You felt the cold air hit your core and shivered, but then it was hot all over again once Soonyoung licked one long, slow stripe that made you writhe and cry out in bliss. He had to press your hips down to keep you from moving too much.Â
But his movements were so slow and torturous. You were going insane by how much Soonyoung was teasing you with his kitten licks and lazy drags of tongue. Tears welled up in your eyes by the time you had been edged away from another impending orgasm, with him letting his dissolve as soon as the heat bloomed under your skin.Â
Kissing your cunt. Plunging his tongue into your core. Licking at your walls until they trembled and shook with the warning of release. You were agonized by how good Soonyoung was making you feel.
âPlease,â you begged, your voice breathless as your body felt lightweight, âlet me cum, please.â
âHm.â He seemed to consider it for a moment before saying, âTell me three things you like about me, and Iâll let you cum.â
You laughed, but it died on your tongue as soon as you realized there was no amusement on his face.
âYouâre kidding, right?â You swallowed hard, knowing you had your answer already. âOh, youâre not kidding.â
He was making you work for your orgasm. This was mortifying; you never expected Soonyoung to be so cruel, and you never expected it to be so hot.
âThree things, baby,â he said. âStart with number one.â
âOne,â you started, your voice shaky as Soonyoung returned to snaking his tongue past your folds, âI like how you treat me so well and look after me, likeâoh, right thereâyeah, like that.â
âTwo,â you continued, more so in a whimper because Soonyoung was skillfully using his tongue to reach places you never thought to stimulate before. âI, ahâI like the way you look at me and when you tell me Iâm beautiful.â You sucked in your teeth when you felt him press his tongue flat against your clit. âSoonyoung, please.â
âOne more,â he murmured.
âT-three,â you breathed out, and by this point, your legs were already shaking. Your brain was turning to mush and you couldnât help but clench at Soonyoung lapping at your soaked cunt. The tremor in your voice was unmistakable when you admitted, âI love how youâre so much better at this than I ever couldâve imagined.â
He breathed out a laugh against your cunt. âAm I really?â He tightened his grip on your hips to suck on your clit, making your back arch and your chest feel light. âYou think about me that often, princess?â
âMmhm,â you confirmed with your eyes screwed shut. âThought about you whenever I wasââ
âDonât finish that,â he warned, though it almost sounded like he was pleading with you, âor Iâll go crazy.â
Your nerves felt like they had tangled themselves into several knots that kept tightening in your stomach. You shuddered and moaned with each motion of Soonyoungâs tongue that brought you closer to your release. He was merciless with the way he dipped his tongue in your core, rubbing your clit with his thumb in slow circles.
Your walls tightened one last time before you were finally blinded by your white-hot orgasm, and you hardly even realized that hot tears were streaming down your cheeks. Soonyoung was eating you out unabated, not even giving you a break between each wave of pleasure that hit you. After your climax subsided and coherency gradually bled back into you, Soonyoung finally pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead.Â
You grabbed his arm before he could say anything. Soonyoung looked you in the eyes for a moment, alarmed, but the worry knitting his brows together melted away once you pulled him down for a proper kiss.
With your arms wrapped around his neck and his knee between your legs, Soonyoung eventually found himself lowering his body until your chests were pressed together. He kept himself up by his elbows and pulled away to look at you. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned in for another kiss.
As you two became a tangled mess of limbs, wrapped up in each other and far too occupied to care about anything but making out, you moved your hand down Soonyoungâs abs to wrap your hand around his cock. He groaned against your lips and rocked his hips against your touch.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. After reaching back to tug his boxers down, freeing his cock from the restricting fabric, Soonyoung looked down at you with desire glazing over his eyes. âMay I?â
âPlease do,â you answered.
You cried out when he started rubbing the head of his cock against your cunt, teasing your folds like he did before. You were aching already despite your previous orgasm, and you thought you were going to die on the spot from how needy you were.
âTurn onto your stomach,â he ordered. You were confused for a moment, but you ended up being manhandled by Soonyoung, anyway. He flipped you over and positioned himself at your entrance, keeping one hand on the back of your neck. âGood girl.â
The side of your face was pressed into the sheets, and your hands were desperately reaching for anything that gave you proper leverage. You ended up grabbing onto the pillows just as Soonyoung started pushing his cock inside you. You swallowed down the gasp that dared threaten to escape, and Soonyoung pressed kisses to your face and made sure you werenât crying from how big he was.
With more filth and praises whispered into your ear, you were clenching and unclenching around him, making Soonyoung groan whenever he felt you tighten. It took a while for him to ease his way into you, but once Soonyoung had finally nestled inside of you, it was as if a switch flipped in him.
He was thrusting as soon as you gave him the green light. You were blindsided by how intense he was, hardly having any control over your own body as you held onto the sheets for dear life. Soonyoung held your hips with a bruising grip as he fucked into you.
Hot.
Everything felt hot and sticky. Your sweat-matted hair clung to the back of your neck, and you felt like your sheets were uncomfortably damp. Despite it all, though, you couldnât get enough. You needed more, wanted more. Soonyoung was relentless, even when your box springs creaked and the frame rattled against the wall.Â
You felt his cock twitch inside of you. âFuck. Youâre taking me so well.â
Still overly-sensitive from your previous orgasm, it didnât take long for you to reach your limit a second time. Soonyoung pounded into you with fervor, and even he was quickly falling apart.Â
âThatâs it,â he got out, teeth gritted. âThatâs my girl.â
You pulled him down for a deep kiss, muffling both of your moans once you were clenching uncontrollably around him. You were falling from your peak and Soonyoung fucked you through your orgasm, even though he was on the verge of one himself.Â
He pulled out right before he was about to cum, and you could only hear his groans before you realized he had gotten off, too. For a moment, you thought Soonyoung abandoned you on the bed. His voice sounded distant all of a sudden, and you were too tuckered out to move.Â
Then, he returned with a towel and several tissues for you. You turned onto your back again to make out his silhouette entering the room and taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were shut as Soonyoung cleaned you up, and you only opened them once he pushed your hair back and kissed your cheek.Â
âWanna go again?â he asked with a grin. You were impressed by how quickly he was able to recover. You, on the other hand, needed a few minutes to recuperate. âThe nightâs still young.â
âYeah, sure, if you use a condom this time,â you breathed out, turning over onto your side. âJust give me five.â
You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your chest rise and fall until its rhythm steadied. Your breathing was even again, but when you opened your eyes, you saw neon green glowing in the middle of the room.Â
âSoonyoung.â You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You were not getting dicked down by manga censorship. âWhy is your dick glowing?âÂ
âI prefer glow-in-the-dark condoms.âÂ
Typically, when two individuals had feelings for each other, it would often bloom into a relationship.
It was quite clear that you had feelings for Soonyoung and he had feelings for you, so, naturally, one would expect the two of you to start dating. However, it felt like you both were testing the waters around each other insteadâdipping your toes into the dating pool. You two were exclusive, but not exactly together.Â
You were perfectly content with taking things slow, but that didnât necessarily mean Soonyoung didnât end up over you almost every other night. The sex was great, of course. Mind-blowing, even.Â
Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Seungkwan seemed to catch on quickly. There was no mistaking what was going on after you went over to their apartment to play Catan, and then you and Soonyoung disappeared into his room afterward. The next morning, when you walked downstairs in Soonyoungâs shirt to eat breakfast with everyone, you could pick up on their unspoken realization that you were hooking up with their roommate.Â
Seungkwan even made an offhand comment about you and Soonyoung being a thingâwhatever that was supposed to mean.Â
You debriefed Junhui on the entire situation, of course. He seemed less surprised about you sleeping with Soonyoung, though, and more interested in the outcome of your driving test (which, you had to admit, you were terribly worried about).Â
The night before your dreaded behind-the-wheel exam, you received a call from Soonyoung.
You werenât sure what to expect when you picked up the call. You knew that heâd been planning on getting high with his housemates today, so you werenât exactly sure if this phone call was going to be private or not. You were half-expecting Seungcheol to answer for him instead.Â
âHey,â Soonyoung greeted, voice slightly muffled. With the way the audio sounded, you suspected that he wasnât holding onto his phone at the moment.
âAre you busy?â you asked.Â
âNo, just trying to get the pod you gave me out of its packaging.â You heard a few strained grunts from him before he exclaimed, âI got it!â
âIâm proud of you.â
âThatâs what Iâll be telling you after you ace that driving test,â he said. He paused for a moment (which you guessed was him taking a hit). âYou ready for it, by the way?â
âNot really.â You sucked in a sharp breath. âThe good news is that taking years to pass the permit test has helped me memorize all the rules of the road; the bad news is that I have severe anxiety and probably wonât be able to utilize anything Iâve learned.â
âYouâll be fine, Y/N. You drove just fine with me, didnât you?â
âBut thatâs you! How am I gonna drive properly with some scary old guy who probably hasn't ever smiled in his life?â
âJust relax. Remember to slow down on your turns and check your blind spots when youâre changing lanes.â
Your voice grew shy when you admitted, âThis is gonna sound weird, but I kind of miss our driving lessons.â
âEven when you lost your tooth?â
You grimaced. âEven then.âÂ
Soonyoung laughed along with you for a moment before he simmered. The silence on the other side of the line didnât feel uncomfortable, but you felt like each nerve end of yours was on fire.Â
âI didnât want it to end either, Y/N,â Soonyoung said after a while, his voice dropping an octave.Â
âReally?â
âI donât wanna be in a world where we arenât in a car together, whether Iâm telling you to stop driving under the speed limit or weâre crashing into that Honda Civic that knocked your front tooth out,â he started, and you scratched the back of your head. Yeah, he was definitely high. âAnd, maybe⊠maybe the missing front tooth was really the catalyst for all the memories we made along the way. Maybe, in another universe, that tooth never fell outâor existed. Maybe the concept of that occurrence manifested into this universe as aââ
âOkay, it was cute at first,â you interrupted, âbut youâre definitely in that other universe right now.â
You had never been this much of a nervous wreck.
Actually, scratch that. You were probably this much of a nervous wreck at least thrice a week. You functioned on being anxious several times a day, so this was honestly not a new feeling. The only problem was that you had never driven with anyone other than Soonyoung, so you were slightly on edge as you turned into the DMV.
âPlease return my car in one piece,â Soonyoung said, holding onto the âoh shitâ handle as you went over a speed bump, which you found highly unnecessary. He pointed to the starting point for the driving test. âIâll wait for you outside the building over there.â
âSounds good.â
âAnd remember: if youâre gonna fail the test, make sure you fail it big time. Donât fail it by going ten over the speed limit, or something boring like that.â
âThatâs terrible advice, Soonyoung.â
âIâm playing. Youâre gonna be just fine.â
âThanks, Iâm just soâoh my god!âÂ
You stepped on the breaks immediately, gripping the wheel tight as the car lurched forward. The man who was crossing in front of you doubled over onto the hood of the car before standing upright again. You rolled your window down to yell an apology, but the man paid you no attention and kept walking with a scowl on his face.Â
âI almost killed him!â you cried, slapping a hand over your mouth.Â
âWellâŠâ Soonyoung didnât seem to know how to reassure you as he was still immobilized with fear himself. He managed a shaky grin. âOn the bright side, heâs alive and youâre not facing a lawsuit.â
You swallowed hard. There was no way this exam was going to go well.Â
After handing in the necessary paperwork inside the DMV, they approved you to go outside for your driving test. Since Soonyoung was letting you use his car while he waited outside, he sat with you until your examiner came by. He did everything he could to calm you down, but, ultimately, it was up to you to pass.Â
While Soonyoung was giving his seat up for your examiner, you closed your eyes and tried to take deep breaths to mentally prepare.Â
âMaâam, can you turn on your left turn signal?â the examiner asked from your window.Â
When you turned to look at him, you felt something inside you shrivel up and die.Â
The man you almost ran over was your examiner.Â
In your daze, you managed to follow his instructions as he asked you to point out various things, such as the windshield wipers, defroster, and foot brake. All the while you were already preparing yourself for failure because there was absolutely no way this man was going to let you pass after almost becoming your victim.Â
Once the pre-drive safety check was over, he circled around the car to sit in the passengerâs seat, looking down at his clipboard for a moment. You held your tongue, hands clasped together in your lap. Were you supposed to apologize? Would he even care about your apology? It wouldnât hurt to say sorry, right?
You started in a meek voice, âOh, about what happened earlier, Iâm soââ
âIâm Jeonghan, and Iâm gonna be scoring your behind-the-wheel test today,â he cut you off with an air of indifference, looking back down at his clipboard. âWhenever you start the car is when the test begins.â
âRightâyes, okay.â You swallowed thickly and gripped the wheel, looking behind you to make sure no one was coming. Since there were a few cars driving by, you decided to wait for a moment. âA-are you having a good day?â
âI was.â
You wanted to crawl in a hole and drop dead.Â
After the road was clear, you turned out of the DMV and started driving down the road, checking your speed and mirrors every so often. You had always been comfortably driving with Soonyoung, who would just help you reroute if you missed a turn. Now, though, if you missed anything Jeonghan said, you were going to fail (and probably die).Â
âTake the right coming up here,â he instructed.
You remembered your turn signal and to look back over your shoulder. Soonyoung had taught you well, but you were afraid that his gentle instructions would only take you so far. Jeonghan was the most intimidating person you had come across (mostly because you almost killed him), and you should not have been trusted to drive someone you were terribly scared of.Â
After you made the turn, you sighed in relief at the long stretch of road ahead. You attempted to cover it up by clearing your throat and making small talk with Jeonghan.Â
âItâs pretty cold today, isnât it?â you asked. Stupid question. You had no idea how cold it was. Soonyoungâs car felt like a sauna because you cranked up the heater, or maybe the heat was from how nervous you were.Â
Jeonghan promptly ignored you. âChange lanes and take the next left.âÂ
Albeit your state of disarray, you followed what he said. You decided to give up on small talk altogether, coming to the conclusion that Jeonghan just hated you and didnât want to converse with the person who almost murdered him in cold blood.Â
You were pretty confident that the rest of your driving test went horribly. You almost went ten under the speed limit to make sure you didnât run over anyone else in the school zone, you shrieked when the railroad lights turned on and you had to wait for the train to pass by, and you looked both ways about five times when you were at a stop sign.Â
Jeonghan told you to park the car once you reached the DMV, so you pulled into an empty parking space. You were praying that he wasnât still grading you because you were most definitely occupying two parking spaces right now.Â
âOkay, so,â he started, looking at his clipboard before turning to you with a deadpan stare, âyou drive too slow.â
Oh. That was intentional because you didnât want to deal with another hit and run, but you stayed quiet and nodded.Â
âAnd,â he continued, âyou overthink too much when youâre behind the wheel. Donât hesitate before you stop or make turns, or youâre just gonna run into trouble that way. You canât be paranoid about driving, otherwise itâs gonna be hard for you to be on the road.â
You pressed your lips together in a tight line. This was it. He was going to fail you. There was no way you were going to pass when you were being criticized for your entire performance. You didnât blame Jeonghan, though; you probably wouldnât pass the person who almost ran you over, either.Â
âWell, you were cutting it really close,â he said, circling some parts of your examination sheet, âbut you passed.â
Your eyes grew wide.
You passed.
You passed.
You turned to Jeonghan and cried out, âI passed?!â
âYou know your car, you know the rules of the road, and you did all your maneuvers just fine,â he continued. âYou slowed down in the school zone to make sure you didnât hit any kids, and you were careful about your turns and stops. Just remember not to be too careful, though, or you might run into someone.â
For the first time, you heard a small snicker of amusement come from him.Â
âIâIâm so sorry about that,â you blurted out. âI thought you were gonna fail me for hitting you with the car.â
âLike I said, the test begins when you start the car.â He handed you your papers and got out of your car. Before closing the door, he turned to you with his clipboard tucked under his arm. âYou should go tell the DMV you passed and get your temporary license before I mark you down for this parking job.â
You gulped, unbuckling your seatbelt in a rush. âWill do.â
Jeonghan stalked off to grade another new driver, you supposed. When you got out of the car, your eyes immediately scanned the perimeter to search for Soonyoung, and there he was, waving you over from the sidewalk with a bright grin on his face.Â
Before you could even make your way over and break the news to him, he yelled out with his hands cupped around his mouth, âThatâs my girl!â
You blushed, stopping in your tracks and staring at him for so long that it took a car honking at you to propel you back into motion. You scrambled over to Soonyoung, eyes wide as saucers and still frazzled from the emotional turmoil you went through with Jeonghan.
He wrapped an arm around you. âYou know, no matter the result, Iâm proud of you for trying. Thereâs always next time, you know?â
âSoonyoungââ
âDid everything else go well, though? Other than you almost killing him, obviously.â
âSoonyoung, Iââ
âIt was probably just bad luck, honestly. I mean, it was a recoverable bump, not even a full-on crash! You were going so slow that anyone could walk that off.â
âSoonyoung!â you yelled, thrusting your score sheet into his hands. âI passed!â
His eyes widened. âYou passed?!â
âI passed!â you squealed. âI have to tell Junhui! I mean, he totally thought I was gonna fail my first two or six tries!â
Soonyoung crushed you into a hug, which wouldâve been more endearing if your ribs werenât being squeezed so hard. âHoly shit, Y/N, Iâm so proud of you.â
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer. âI couldnât have done it without you.â
âBe my girlfriend,â he spoke against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, and you immediately froze.
Kwon Soonyoung wanted to be your boyfriend. Even with everything that had happenedâfrom the STIIZY pods, to the car crash, to the glow-in-the-dark condomâyou still felt relief flooding your veins at the thought of Soonyoung liking you as much as you liked him. It almost felt like you were in a dream.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally remembered how to breathe.
You pulled back to look at him, and even though it was the middle of the day, it felt like all the stars were out to make Soonyoung shine brighter than usual.
âBe my girlfriend,â he repeated, softer this time, and his eyes were gentle as his hands reached for yours. Your lips immediately tugged down and your eyes were welling up with tears. âNo, no, no, Y/N, donât start crying at the DMV.â
You wiped at the corner of your eye. âI canât help it. I always cry at the DMV.â He smiled down at you fondly, waiting for you to gather your composure. You mustered up the strength to lift your head and nod eagerly. âI accept.â
He was your boyfriend now. The word felt strange on your tongue, but it also filled you with inexplicable happiness. And when you saw how Soonyoungâs eyes crinkled at the corners, you thought you could definitely get used to this.Â
âYouâre so cute.â He laughed, pulling you into his embrace once again. âHow about we go get something to eat after you tell them your score?â
You grinned. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
While Soonyoung was waiting in the car for you (and probably readjusting your terrible parking job before he got yelled at), you walked into the DMV and stood in the same line you were in months ago for your permit test. You remembered the anxious feeling of possibly failing your written test a seventh time, but now you felt a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders.Â
âI did it,â you gushed to the woman at the counter, handing her your score sheet. âI passed.âÂ
âCongratulations!â she chirped, examining the papers before turning to type something on her computer. She turned to grab your temporary license from the printer and handed it to you. âHere you go. Your real one should come in the mail in a few weeks.â
âThank you so much,â you replied, inspecting your new license with bright eyes.Â
You failed your permit test six times, only passing on your seventh attempt. While other children were getting their licenses at the age of sixteen, you were still trying to pass the written test in your twenties. And, yes, you had severe driving anxiety, but you crossed that hurdle yourself and finally passed your driving test on your first try.Â
So, that glass ceiling? Consider it smashed.
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oh, baby | Tyler Owens x reader
Requested by anon / Summary: Youâre pregnant with Tyler Owens baby. Lots of fluff.Â
A/N: My first Tyler Owens fic. I hope you all enjoy. Also, the lack of Tyler Owens gifs is very upsetting.Â
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This one moment was about to change your entire life. You were terrified. Would you be a good mom? Would you be able to make a good enough life for the little growing blimp inside you? Your thoughts were running a million times a minute. Wondering how this would affect the rest of your lives. How this one moment just changed the rest of your life.Â
You slowly sat on the edge of the tub, in shock, the positive pregnancy test in your hand. Your mind drifted to Tyler. Oh god. His tornado wrangler YouTube channel had began to soar in popularity. He and the team making a name for themselves. He had millions of views and a huge fan club. What would this do to his career?Â
âHey hun-â Tyler knocks on the door, jolting you from your thoughts. His hand jiggles the door finding it locked. He furrows his eyebrows, you never locked the door. âyou alright?âÂ
âY-yeah!â You rummaged underneath the sink, hiding the test under some towels. âOne sec.âÂ
You knew Tyler was getting ready to leave, a few storms brewing before this upcoming weekend. You exit the bathroom and met with Tylerâs hard chest, âYou leaving?âÂ
He peeks behind you, concerned and curious, âYeah, whyâd you have the door locked? You never lock the door.âÂ
You shrug, playing it off. You could wait to tell him when he got back, âsometimes a girl needs her privacy.âÂ
He hums in response, not completely believing you. However, he didnât want to press you. If there was something bothering you, youâd eventually tell him when you were ready. He could respect that. He slips his arms around you, tugging you close against his chest. He was a mix of sweat and that musky sandalwood. It was calming and heavenly. âIâll be back in a couple days. You gonna be able to hold down the fort?âÂ
You nod against his chest, tightening your arms around him, âI can.â You lift your head to stare up at him, âYou better come back in one piece.âÂ
He chuckles with a nod, âYes maâam.â He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then your lips. âI will call you when we get to the hotel.âÂ
You walk him out to bid him and the team goodbye. Shielding your eyes from the sun, you watch him drive down the driveway. He hangs his hand out the window, waving goodbye. You return the wave, saying a silent prayer for a safe return of him and the team as your hands find your new growing womb. âHeâll be back.âÂ
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Youâd spent the entire weekend trying to figure out how to tell him. Youâd called one of your girlfriends in tears, wondering how to tell him. Worried you would be ruining his life. She reassured you, âTyler isnât that kind of guy, y/n. You know that. Heâs going to support you and be excited for this next step.âÂ
You heard the slam of the screen door, âTyler must be home.âÂ
âCall me later.âÂ
You throw the blanket off you, meeting him in the foyer as heâs taking off the boots. âYouâre home early?âÂ
He smiles at the sight of you, but frowns when he notices youâve been crying, âHad a feeling I needed to come home to my girl.â He crosses the foyer to you in only a few steps before gathering you in his arms.Â
At the first feel of comfort, the flood gates open, sobbing into his chest. damn hormones.Â
âOh baby..â He squeezes you tighter, cradling your head against his chest, âTalk to me.âÂ
You take a few seconds to console yourself. His large thumb wipes your tears away, waiting patiently for you.Â
You gather yourself, taking a deep breath before you meet his eyes, âIâm pregnant.âÂ
His large hands cup your cheeks, his eyes light up, full of hope, âYeah? Youâre pregnant?âÂ
You nod and hiccup a sob, beginning to rant, âIâm so sorry-youâve just started your YouTube channel and you guys are so successful now-âÂ
âNo no no- Shhh.â He pulls you in a comforting hug, âThis is incredible. I couldnât be any happier.âÂ
He holds you against his chest, slowly rocking back and forth as you calm down, âI knew something was bothering you. I just had a feeling.â He kisses your hair, and then makes you look at him, âWeâre gonna be parents.â He's hesitant, but places a hand on your stomach, âyouâre gonna be an amazing mom..âÂ
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You waddled into the room to find Tyler painting the wall of the nursery. His hat on backwards, jeans and shirt stained with paint.Â
âHowâs it going in here?â You take a seat in the wooden rocking chair, sighing in relief. Those stairs were beginning to take a toll on you. Your growing baby leaving barely any room for your lungs to breathe.Â
âAlmost done.â He sets the paint brush down, hands on his hips he admires his work around the room. âall I got left is this wall.âÂ
You rub a hand over your bump, wincing as you adjust yourself in the chair.Â
Tyler noticing your discomfort, immediately is at your side, full of worry, âItâs not time yet-âÂ
âNo no,â You laugh, âJust some discomfort. Iâm fine.âÂ
He visibly relaxes, âHe canât come early. Thereâs way too much to do around here.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âIt also could be a she.â You and him agreed to wait until the birth to find out the sex. He was convinced itâs a boy.Â
âDaddy instincts.â He gets on his knees in front of you, hands on your stomach, âItâs a boy. I know it.â He flashes his pearly white smile at you. âa baby boy tornado wrangler.âÂ
âI think itâs gonna be a girl.â You shrug, âmommy instincts.âÂ
âWeâre gonna prove your mommy wrong,â He says to your belly, âRight off the bat, you and I. Iâll finally be right on something.âÂ
Of course, the baby kicks at the sound of Tylerâs voice. Tyler grins, âSee, he agrees.âÂ
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âYouâre screwed.â You whisper softly to Tyler. After hours of labor, you and Tyler finally welcomed your baby into the world. Heâs seated in the rocking chair next to your bed, his bundle of joy wrapped softly in a blanket. --- a pink blanket.Â
âThereâs two of us now. Youâll never stand a chance.â You reach over and caress his arm.Â
He looks at you with tear-filled eyes, âSheâs only a couple hours old and sheâs already got me wrapped around her finger. She could ask me for anything and Iâm going to give it to her.â
âLike I said,â you say with a smile, âyouâre screwed.âÂ
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No Vacancy
a tyler owens x shy reader fic
warnings: none! she/her pronouns mentioned; no use of y/n; this is all cozy fluff
word count: 3k
summary: you're part of the wrangler crew and have a crush on tyler. and you're debating on acting on these feelings. you might just get your chance when he shows up at your motel room.
a/n: this is my first tyler fic! this is the ol 'there's only one bed' trope - and im already planning a part two! hope yall enjoy!
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All these motel rooms look the same. Warm earth tones all over the place and strange prints on the bedspread. But after a long day like today, itâs a welcome sight. That bedâs calling your name. You shrug your bag off your shoulder and hit the light switch. The lamp in the corner illuminates the room in a warm glow. Itâs cozy.
The door clicks behind you; and you stand in the room for a moment deciding what you want to do next. Your job was done for the day. You are the official tornado wrangler social media accounts manager. Now that the wrangler team has gained a substantial following, itâs your job to post updates about new videos or the latest t-shirt design up for charity purposes. Youâve posted what you needed to post for the day, and now is your chance to rest.
You decide on a shower to think about the events of the day while you clean off.
Today was a first for you. It was your first time being in tornado while sitting in the passenger seat of Tylerâs truck. Youâve been on the team now for a while, but it was part of your initiation theyâd said. Tyler was sweet. He pulled you aside telling you that you didnât have to if you didnât want to. And you really didnât want to, but you wanted to prove to yourself that you could. More than that, you trusted Tyler would keep you safe.
You loved watching him, and his excitement was contagious despite your fears of this major storm. Heâd been blasting his storm playlist, but when it got close to the moment, he made sure you were ok.
When the storm hit and passed you over, you couldnât help but scream â in fear or excitement you donât know. You grabbed Tylerâs arm in the heat of the moment, and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips was more of a thrill than the storm was.
Youâre not sure how well youâre keeping the secret that youâre completely in love with him. You fell the first day you met him several months ago. And while you did prove to yourself that you could handle a tornado â you donât know if you can handle the ache you feel when youâre around him. Riding shotgun in his truck today and touching his arm will keep you on cloud nine for the next week.
A creak in the pipes of this old motel tears you from your thoughts. You get out of the shower and dry off to put on your pjs. Thatâs when your mind drifts back to Tyler. How sweet he was with you all day leading up to your first tornado, and how he let you hold his arm. How he checked on you a dozen times after to make sure you werenât too shaken.
You were shaken, but not but the storm. No matter how often youâre around him â he has the same effect on you. He makes you feel dizzy. His presence is so hard to ignore. Itâs not just his handsome face or broad muscular frame â though that certainly is a factor â itâs his charm and relaxed demeanor. Heâs a perfect balance of rowdy and sweet. And you are smitten.
You wince thinking about how itâs probably painfully obvious to the rest of the team. And whatâs worse, itâs obvious to him too. If heâs seen it â and hasnât said anything then you can only assume he doesnât feel the same way.
All of this goes through your mind during your nightly routine. Itâs early in the night, you left the wranglers down in the parking lot â most of them were still having a beer chatting over the dayâs storm. You can faintly hear people talking outside while the night is winding down.
You settle into bed turning on the TV when you hear keys turning in the lock on your door. Much to your surprise â the door opens and who but Tyler himself is standing in the doorway. Heâs just as confused as you. He steps backwards out of the doorway to check the key in his hand and the number on the door. He smiles with a soft huff â shaking his head at something you didnât know what until later.
âThis is the right room according to this,â he holds up the key and closes the door behind him. Suddenly the room feels a hundred times smaller. You feel yourself start to panic.
âThey set this up,â Tyler continues. âI know it was Boone,â he laughs setting his bag down on the table near the door. âIâll sleep on the floor,â he tells you right away to try and ease the fear he can probably see in your eyes.
You donât have a reply because youâre still shocked heâs standing in your room.
âYou did great today by the way,â Tyler was still talking, and you were glad for it.
But you do find your voice, âThank you.â That actually means a lot to you.
âWasnât too bad, was it?â he asks, looking over his shoulder. Heâs rifling through his bag.
âNo, no,â you feign being nonchalant and he cracks a smile. âTyler, do you want to check if thereâs another room available?â you ask him in the same breath. âI donât want you to sleep on the floor, that wonât be comfortable at all.â
âTryinâ to kick me out?â he gives a little wink as he reaches for the phone to call the front desk.
The phone call was quick â not long enough for you to decide which outcome youâd prefer.
Do you want him to stay? if he stayed then youâd have to deal with your crush being in your room all night. Having to play it cool as best you could. Or do you want him to leave? And regret later that you didnât say anything about how you felt when you had a good chance to in this moment
The choice is made for you in the span of a few seconds.
âNo more rooms,â he clicked his tongue. âThe floorâll be fine!â
Thatâs one of the things you admire most about him. Heâs considerate and polite â and heâs happy to be. You know the floor is not comfortable. But he offered like it was the most common thing in the world.
âI am gonna shower first,â he says. âYou showered right?â he asks pointing at you, and you nod âyeah! Go for it!â
Now that he knew he was staying, he takes off his boots. Something about them resting on the floor by the doorway makes your heart ache. Itâs so close to what it could be like if you were together. A taste of domestic life with Tyler.
He disappears into the bathroom, and you resume flipping through the TV channels. You hope that will distract you from thinking about your crush being very naked and wet on the other side of that door. Itâs not like you intentionally linger on it, but when you hear the shower curtain rings slide along the curtain rod and the water kick on - your face warms heavily.
When you hear him quietly hum in the shower, you feel yourself begin to relax. Something about it warms your heart, you think maybe he feels comfortable and doesnât mind being heard while he hums.
You know the tune, one of the songs heâd been blasting in the truck recently. That makes you think back to being in the tornado again. You canât believe you did that. Maybe that is your sign to do something else brave. If you could weather that storm surely you could admit your feelings to Tyler.
What if he didnât feel the same? Then youâd have to awkwardly share a room, and the rest of the time spent working at this job with him knowing you have a crush on him.
How many times have you heard him say âif you feel it, chase it.â If he felt it, would he not have chased it by now? You feel it and you want to chase him, but he makes your knees weak.
What if he does feel the same? How do you maneuver this? There are too many questions, and you donât know any of the answers. All that you know was you have it bad for him and it hurts. Itâs such an ache. Being around him all the time for work, but never having him. Youâre embarrassed to admit how much touching his arm earlier was a thrill, itâs all youâd been able to think about.
The more you think about all of this, the harder your heart beats. Youâve barely had time to process anything since heâs been in your room. It gets even worse when the shower stops. You hear when the curtain opens, and when his feet touch the floor.
Then you hear your name.
âThere arenât any towels.â
Oh no. You forgotten youâd used them both. You werenât expecting to have to share.
âIâll go get you one! Iâm sorry I used them both!â You grab the key and dart out the room, you dnât even care that someone might see you in your pajamas. Youâd rather go grab one for him than wait awkwardly for a towel to be brought up. The less you have to think about him naked in the next room the better for your sanity.
You grab the towels and an extra pillow from the front desk and head back.
âIâm coming in!â You laugh opening the door, and you hear him laugh from the bathroom. âOk I have them,â you tell him near the bathroom door. He opens it just a smidge and sticks his hand out. You both laugh when you hand him the towels. The awkward moment acknowledged and laughed at instead of worrying about it.
âThank you,â he replies as he closes the door.
You sit on the bed again, but this time instead of sitting in the middle â you sit more on one side. Itâs big enough for you to share so you donât see why not. Itâs not fair for him to sleep on the floor.
As hard as you try to prepare yourself for sharing a bed with him, it lands like a brick in the pit of your stomach when he steps out of the bathroom. The scent of his bodywash hits you first, you always loved how he smells. But just looking at him, heâs a dream.
Heâs wearing a soft worn t-shirt and some gym shorts. His hairâs a mess, and it makes you giggle to see it so unruly. He smiles at your quiet laugh.
âSomething funny?â he prods running the towel over his head again before hooking it on the back of the door.
âYour hair is always so perfect!â
âYouâre getting an exclusive behind the scenes look,â he smiles moving towards the table where heâd put his stuff. He digs through his bag to pull out his phone and charger - plugging it into the nearest outlet.
âTyler?â your voice comes out timid. He looks up from his phone and sets it down to give you his attention. âYou can stay up here,â you point to the empty half of the bed. âI got an extra pillow too.â
âI donât want to make you uncomfortable,â his eyes are soft, his brows furrow.
âI donât want you to be uncomfortable on the floor!â
Heâs quiet for a moment. He looks at his hat sitting on the table amongst his things, and he strokes along the brim of the hat. Usually, youâre able to read him but this leaves you a little miffed. It makes your heart start to beat a little faster from the anticipation.
âAlright,â he decides standing up.
Ok, ok. Donât panic. This is what you asked for.
He checks the lock on the door making sure itâs locked, and he turns off the floor lamp in the corner.
âOn or off?â he asks near the bathroom. When you tell him âOffâ, he taps that light switch and the loud hum from that light stops. The only light now is from the TV across from the bed.
Your heart is fluttering in your chest when he pulls the covers back. When he sits down and you feel his weight on the mattress - that really gets your heart pounding. He pulls the blankets back over himself and lays down with a heavy sigh. You know heâs tired, heâd been driving like a maniac into storms all day.
Though heâs more than just a rowdy storm chaser, he works long hours helping families and doing charity work. You love him for all these things. And youâre glad itâs dark because you feel like you might cry. Heâs so close, and you have no idea what to say or do to tell him what you feel.
âCan I turn this off?â you ask trying to hide the quiver in your voice.
âYes maâam,â he replies and sinks further into the blankets. Both of you shift to get comfortable now in the dark, and his leg touches yours - causing you to jump. You donât mean to gasp, but it slips out.
âSorry!â he laughs and it relieves some tension. Some. You canât calm down and you donât know how to. Heâs just a few inches away!! You were both lying on your backs, and his shoulderâs almost touching yours. You can still smell his body wash from earlier.
Just say it. Tell him you love him. You survived a tornado today!
You try to hype yourself up, but it isnât working.
Before you plan out anything to say, you blurt out his name. Thatâs all you can muster. But this time, itâs worse than before, and your voice quivers audibly. More than that, youâre starting to tremble.
âHey, hey- itâs ok,â he rolls over on his side to face you. âMe too,â he says and you have no idea what heâs talking about. Until he reachs for you in the dark. âGive me your hand,â he whispers and you roll on your side to face him. You reach towards him, and he gently wraps his hand around your wrist â guiding it to his chest. He puts your hand over his heart, and you feel it pounding under the warmth of his skin and soft shirt. âYou see, I have a crush on this girl-â
Your eyes have adjusted in the dark and itâs enough to see the soft, almost shy look he gives you.
âReally?â you whisper. âMe?â
He lets go of your wrist and puts his hand on top of yours and presses down, emphasizing his point.
âWhy havenât you said anything til now? What happened to âif you feel it chase itâ?â
He clears his throat comically and shifts a little, âWell, I-, ok you got me. Maybe I was a little nervous.â He shrugs. Your hand hasnât moved from his chest, neither has his hand. He slowly starts to curl his fingers around your hand.
âYou? Nervous for me? Do you know what Iâve been thinking about all day today?â you pause. âI canât believe Iâm about to tell you this.â He scoots a little closer to you, ready to listen. âIt wasnât the tornado Iâve been thinking about. Itâs been how it felt to touch your arm today.â Your face is on fire. But it gives you a thrill to feel his heart jump and see the smile on his face widen.
He lets go of your hand and hooks his arm so his forearm is close to your face. âWould you like to again?â he teases, and you shove his chest playfully. He laughs, a good deep laugh. Heâs relieved and happy. It makes your face hurt from your own smile, and you shyly move your hand from his chest to touch his forearm.
The air shifts. You both feel it when you stroke up and down his arm. You arenât going to tell him how much you love feeling his arm hair under your fingertips. But he could probably figure it out. Maybe you didnât mind if he knew.
He reaches for you then, your hand curls around his wrist this time. His hand cradles the back of your head, and he pulls you closer.
âIâm sorry I waited so long for this, I didnât want to scare you. But truth is I was scared,â he admits.
âI was too, I was scared you didnât feel the same way,â you whisper back. Your faces are so close to each other, and your bodies almost touching. You can feel the warmth from him.
He lets out a soft grunt like heâs been hit, shocked at what you just said to him.
âCan I?â he asks. You know what heâs asking. His expression is so sweet, so gentle. Another reason you love him. You feel safe in his presence, in his grasp.
âYes,â you whisper, and then you start to laugh at yourself.
âWhat?â he smiles laughing.
âI was just gonna say you should âchase itâ,â you smile. You barely finish the sentence before he closes the gap between you. Warm lips on yours, his nose pressing into your cheek. The stubble on his chin brushes your skin as you whimper into his mouth.
Itâs a brief kiss before it breaks. Thereâs a slight pause where you look at each other smiling, enjoying the moment. Then he dives in for a deeper kiss. His arms pulling you closer, holding you tight to him. Though you wouldnât dream of pulling away.
At some point you do break apart, both a little breathless. You feel dizzy and lovesick from the way heâs looking at you; something tells you he feels the same.
He starts to laugh again, shaking his head. âWe wonât hear the end of this one.â
âNope,â you smile knowing already what Lily and Dani will have to say.
âI know Boone had a hand in this.â
âLily and Dani too, theyâve been pushing me to talk to you for weeks,â you giggle burying your face in his neck. He hugs you to him and squeezes. He adds a little reassuring rub on your back. âIâm still scared,â you admit, a secret murmured into his skin.
âI know,â he squeezes again. âMe too. Donât want to lose you. But youâre worth chasing.â
You hum happily into his neck when a big yawn takes over you.
âSorry,â you giggle, his laugh joining yours.
âYou had a big day. Riding in your first tornado! That and the kissinâ outta wear anybody out,â he winks. Then tilts his head down to kiss your forehead. âGet some sleep.â
âDonât let go,â you yawn, cuddling into his chest.
He whispers quietly against the top of your head, ânever.â
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Tyler Owens x Reader: Don't Take Him
Request: Anonymous said: "hi! oh my gosh i love your tyler x reader writings so much. could you do one where the reader is watching the tornado wrangler's livestream while they're chasing and suddenly it cuts out & she's worried something happened to tyler? with just fluff and angst and all that? thank you <3"
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: angst
A/N: I'm afraid i'm officially down bad for tyler owens (and glen powell). send help.
The notification popped up on your phone while you were cooking dinner in the kitchen.Â
The Tornado Wranglers started a live video. Watch it before it ends!Â
You rolled your eyes and smirked. Tyler and his stupid channel, you thought.Â
After wiping your hands on a dish towel, you swiped your thumb across the notification, letting it take you to their feed.
Booneâs face was the first you saw. His goofy, contagious grin flashed across the screen. âAlright, itâs rollinâ,â he said, flipping the camera to show Tyler in the driverâs seat. âHow we feelinâ today, T?âÂ
Tyler beamed, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle the way you loved so much. As annoying as it was to constantly be competing with tornadoes for Tylerâs affection, you had to admit that his passion was admirable.Â
âOh, weâre feelinâ pretty good, Booneâ why donât you show the viewers what weâre chasinâ today!â
The screen panned over towards the windshield, showing the storm ahead. The footage was a little grainy, but the impending storm in the distance was obvious.
âAinât she a beaut?â Boone marveled.Â
âNow yâall got fireworks last weekâ this week what do you say we give rockets a go?â Tyler said, just as Boone turned the camera back on him.Â
âIdiots,â you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head. You rested your phone against the utensil jar, propping it up so that you could continue to maneuver around the kitchen and listen at the same time.Â
After a while, you got lost in the recipe you were trying, tuning out your boyfriend and his friends.
âAlright, Booneâ Lilly?â Tyler said as you continued to chop the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you. âYou ready?âÂ
âOh, Iâm ready!â you heard Lilly chime back.Â
âHere we go, folksâ as always, donât try this at home!âÂ
You briefly turned your attention back towards the video as they began actively driving into the tornado, your view limited to Booneâs shaky camera work as Tylerâs driving undoubtedly turned chaotic.Â
To avoid motion sickness, you looked back towards the food in front of you.
âSheâs gettinâ close, boys!â Lilly yelled.Â
You heard their collective cheers and hollers.Â
âAnchoring timeââ Tyler said.Â
There was a brief pause before you heard Boone. âHit the button, Tââ
âI am hitting the button,â Tyler said firmly.Â
âTylerââ Lilly said. It was the hint of urgency in her tone that had you looking back towards your phone again.Â
âItâs jammedââ Tyler said. âHere, gimme the screwdriver.â
Boone had clearly ceased thinking about camera angles. All you saw was the edge of Tylerâs face in the corner of the screen. Â
âTyler, we gotta lock it downââ
âI know, Boone. Iâm tryinâ hereâ the damn buttonâs stuck again.â
âGuysââ Lilly warned.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the frame.Â
âGuys, itâs getting closer.â
âI knowââ Tyler said. âBoone, move your hand.â
âCâmon, man, let me tryââ
âIâm telling you, itâs stuckââ
âLook out!â you jumped at Lillyâs sudden scream, followed by the sound of a loud bang, that echoed even through the screen.Â
âOh shitââ Boone yelled, camera flying.Â
You grabbed your phone urgently, but all you could see was the ceiling of Tylerâs truck. Suddenly, gear was flying through the screenâ almost as if the truck was flipping. You held your breath, panic and dread flooding through your entire body as you watched helplessly.Â
âHang on to somethââ Tylerâs voice was suddenly cut off along with Booneâs feed.Â
The Tornado Wranglers live stream has ended.Â
Even after their video went dark, you continued staring at your phoneâ like you were hoping Boone would pop back up any second, laughing like this was some sick, twisted joke.Â
Except you waitedâ and waited, and Boone never popped back up.Â
And neither did Tyler.Â
Frantically, you pulled up your contacts and clicked on Tylerâs name. You had an unspoken agreement that no matter what he was doing during a chaseâ if you called, he answered.Â
So thatâs exactly what you did.Â
But your nerves werenât settled. In fact, you stopped breathing all together when Tylerâs phone went straight to voicemailâ something he swore heâd never do.Â
Hoping that he just had bad service, you called a second timeâ and then a third. But each time you heard Tylerâs voice telling you to leave a message at the beep, you felt the pool of panic inside of you rising higher and higher.Â
âCâmon Tyler,â you muttered to yourself.Â
Stupidly, you let your hopes get up when Lillyâs phone actually rang. But when that went to voicemail too, your hopes just about shattered. You didnât even bother to try Booneâ he may have been the camera guy, but he almost never had his own phone within reach.Â
After your fifth attempt to reach Tyler, you finally did leave a message.Â
âHey, itâs me. I was watching the livestream when it cut out and Iââ your voice cracked, causing you to stop and take a shaky breath. âListen, I just need to know that youâre okay. So please call me back.â
With that, you hung up the phone, setting it on the counter after finally realizing it probably wouldnât be beneficial to try calling him a sixth timeâ no matter how badly you wanted to. You stared ahead out the window that was over the sink. It was blue skies where you wereâ just a few wispy, thin clouds overhead. Nothing that remotely resembled what Tyler had just driven through. Â
You didnât even know where he was chasing today. Youâd meant to ask when heâd called you last night from his motel room, but youâd gotten distracted by the dog whining to go out and ultimately forgot. Now, you had no way to contact him and no idea where he wasâŠÂ Â
Suddenly, a sob bubbled in your throat. Before you could filter or control it, you were letting out a shaky gaspâ shoulders shuddering as you gripped the edge of the counter and doubled over.Â
You felt it everywhereâ from your mind down to your toes, your entire body reacted to the cruel, impossible idea of something happening to Tyler.Â
Maybe he was fine, you told yourself. Maybe Boone just dropped his phone and the feed cutâ But even as the thought crossed your mind, you knew it was ridiculously unlikely. You saw those things go flyingâ you heard Lillyâs scream.Â
Maybe the car flipped, maybe it was crushed.Â
Maybe Tyler was pulled right from his seat, tossed into the oncoming storm.Â
Maybe he was hit with flying debris, his body mangled and bruised and brokenâ
âNo,â you whimpered to yourself, shaking your head. âNo, no, noâ pleaseâ please don't take him, please don't take him.â
You weren't even sure who you were pleading to, all you knew was that you couldnât imagine Tyler not being okay. He was the strong oneâ always steady, always certain. He was your rock, the person you leaned on for absolutely everything. And the idea of him being hurt somewhere was unfathomable. Tyler didnât get scaredâ Tyler didnât get hurt. Tyler drove into oncoming tornadoes and stayed strong.Â
To your absolute despair, all you could do in the upcoming hours while you waited for any sort of news, was hope to God that was still the case.Â
Eventually, you found a home on the kitchen floorâ back against the cabinets and knees hugged tightly to your chest to try and withstand the dread raging inside of you.Â
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Tyler put his truck in park outside of the house before running a hand through his damp, windblown hair. After the day heâd had, heâd never been happier to be home.Â
It wasnât the first time heâd flipped in the truck. Thanks to the roll cage, they wound back upright with next to no damageâ but Tyler knew itâd been his fault. The stupid rods had malfunctioned againâ something Tyler had been meaning to take a look at for the past month. Except every time they got stuck, heâd managed to fix the jam before the storms actually hit. But this time, heâd been too late.Â
Luckily, his two passengers were even bigger adrenaline junkies than he was. The truck had barely landed back on its wheels before Boone was hollering and pounding his fist against the ceiling in excitement. And Lilly wasnât far behind him. Meanwhile, all Tyler could do was look down at his shattered cell phone and hope to hell you wouldnât need to reach him for the rest of the night.Â
As soon as Tyler walked through the front door of your shared house, he noticed signs of you everywhere. The lamp near your reading chair was turned on, and the blanket you always used was strewn across the couch messily. He noticed the mug resting on the coffee table, thinking to himself that it was almost certainly half full of the tea you always insisted on making at night but never finished.Â
He smiled to himself, as he bent over to untie his muddy boots, eager to spend the rest of his night holding you close.Â
He had barely managed to toe off his final boot when he heard shuffling from the kitchen.Â
âTyler?âÂ
He could instantly tell that something was offâ your voice sounded so muffled and choked up. Â
âHey,â he said, turning to offer you a smile. But it faded from his face at the sight of you. Your body was trembling, shoulders slumped and arms wound tightly around yourself. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy from what looked like hours of crying.Â
âBaby?â he said.Â
In response, you covered your mouth and hunched over just in time for a sob to escape your lips.Â
Instantly, Tylerâs stomach dropped to the floor.Â
âHey,â he said, hurrying forward. He hesitated, hands hovering near your shoulders. Heâd never seen you like thisâ so fragile and broken and obviously devastated over something. But he had no fucking idea what it wasâ which meant, he had no fucking idea how to fix it.Â
Your hair had fallen in your face, but he could still see the tears rolling steadily down your rosy cheeks as you gasped for air.Â
âHey,â he repeated gently, tilting his head down so that he was closer to your height.Â
âI-I sawâ And I thoughtââ you stammered frantically, jumping to the next sentence without finishing the first.Â
In that moment, Tyler decided against his earlier hesitation and risked reaching for you. Just standing there and watching you fall apart went against every instinct he hadâ he wanted to protect you, keep you safe from anything that could cause this kind of harm.Â
But as soon as his hands grazed your shoulder, Tyler knew that heâd made the wrong choice. The moment he made contact, you lunged forwardâ hands planting themselves on his chest before you gave him a shove.Â
âYou asshole!â you yelled through a sob.Â
Tyler staggered backwardsâ more from being caught off guard by your sudden burst of anger, than from how hard you pushed him.
But he barely had time to recover before you were lunging for him a second time. Using what little energy you had, you shoved him again. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?!â you shouted.Â
Tyler took a simple step back, eyes scanning the length of youâ trying to decide what the hell he should do. When you attempted to push him for a third time, your arms barely had any energy left in them.
âHeyââ he breathed, gripping your wrists when they landed on his chest a fourth time.Â
âLet go of me!â you yelled, wiggling from his grasp. âYouâre an asshole, Tyler!â
âStop,â he begged, releasing your wrists to wrap his arms around your shoulders. You fought his hold, fists colliding with his chest instead. But this time, he didnât let go.Â
âNo!â you sobbed, but he could already feel you slowing down. Not like your shoves or fists hurt before, but with each pound, the impact grew lighter and lighter.Â
âStop,â he repeated, forcing you to his chest, despite your resistance. You were pushing him awayâ but everything about your demeanor screamed that you needed his comfort.Â
Finally, whether it was his persistence or your exhaustion, you gave up fighting and let your body melt against his. Â
Tyler planted one palm between your shoulder blades firmly and used the other to cup the back of your neck, anchoring you to him securely. As soon as Tyler tightened his hold on you, you erupted into a fit of sobsâ like all the dam inside of you needed was just a little bit of pressure to break. The trembling turned into violent shaking, and you began gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt like your life depended on it.Â
And Tyler had no fucking idea what to doâÂ
So, he did the only thing he could do, which was hold onto you tightly and let you stain the front of his plain gray shirt with your tears.Â
âI got you, baby,â Tyler whispered as he pressed a lingering kiss against the top of your head. âYouâre okay, I got you.âÂ
Eventually, he heard you take a ragged breath and pull away just enough to look up at him. Tyler cupped your jaw with his large hand and used his thumb to stroke your cheek. âTalk to me,â he pleaded.
You bit down on your quivering lip before speaking. âI-I was watchingâ I was watching Booneâs livestream when it cut outâ and then, your phoneâ I couldnât reach you. I- I called likeâ so many times, but you didnât answerâ I thoughtâ I thought something had happenedâ I thought you were hurtâ or-or worseââ
âOh, baby,â Tyler exhaled, guilt spreading through him at the thought of you having to see whatever got streamed from the accident earlier. He was the reason you were so distraught in your shared kitchen at eleven oâclock. He was the reason your eyes were red rimmed and swollen. He was the reason your cheeks were stained with tears. âIâm so sorry.â
âI thought I was gonna get a phone callâ from the hospital or- or your mom or somethingâ I didnât think youâd- I didnât think youâd come home, I thought you died,â You broke on the last admission, like something inside of you had cracked. You collapsed in on yourself, hunching over and wracking with heaving sobs.
Tyler pulled you back into his embrace, like he was the only thing preventing you from drowning. Gradually, his soft touch and gentle murmurs brought you to the surface again.Â
âIâm so sorry, baby,â he repeated, lips ghosting along your temple. âIâm right here. Iâm okay.â
âBut- the truckâ it flippedââ
He nodded above you. âIt didâ I couldnât get the screws bolted down in time. But we have the cage, the truck rolled right back upright. Everyone is fine. I mean, Boone might have a few loose screws, but thereâs no tellinâ if thatâs from the rolled truckââ
Your tone immediately hardened as you sharply pulled back again. âAre you seriously making jokes right now, Tyler?âÂ
And truthfully, Tyler wasnât entirely sure how to react. He looked down at you pathetically, chest aching to see you so upset. You being this angry with him was uncharted territory.Â
âYou could have died!â you said loudly. âI know you think you are, but youâre not invincible, Tyler! This isnât some movie where you get to drive into tornadoes completely unscathed ten times out of ten. This is our lives! I-I mean, what the hell were you thinking?â
âEverythingâs okayââ
âEverything is not okay! Iâm not okay! Do you know how helpless I felt? Watching that stupid livestream? I tried to call, butâ but you didnât answer, I couldnât do anything but wait here! I mean, what if that had been me? What if youâd seen a video of me crashing my carâ and then had no way to reach me? What if you had to spend all night wondering if you were going to get a call that I was dead in a ditch God-only-knows-where?â
For once, Tyler had no response. Because the truth was, he knew everything you were saying was right. Heâd be equally angry and frustrated and horrified if the tables were turned.Â
You wiped the tear falling down your cheek, lip quivering. âIâ I canât live in a world without you in it, Tyler. I really canâtââ  Â
In the deafening silence, he sighed. âI know,â he said quietly, stepping forward to bring you back into his embrace. He was surprised when you willingly let him wrap his arms around you, head falling to rest on his chest.Â
Tylerâs hand ran through your hair. âI know. Iâm okay, baby. Iâm right here, I got you.â
He was okay. He was alive and he was right hereâ you could hear his heartbeat beneath youâ feel his breath against the side of your neck. He was alive and unharmed.Â
You kept your eyes closed and tried to memorize the sound of his heartbeat. You let it seep into the cracks of your heart and heal whatever had been broken in the last few hours of worryingâ wondering if he was alive. You focused on the way his arms felt around youâ impossibly warm, and so, so safe.Â
Gradually, your breathing and your mind slowed. Until all that was left was Tyler.Â
Your voice was shaky when you finally pulled away. âIâm so glad youâre okay,â you exhaled. âI didnât like not being able to reach you.â
Tylerâs hand stroked your hair gently, âBaby, Iâm so sorry I made you worryâ my phone broke when we rolled. Iâll get a new one tomorrow, I promise.â
You nodded slowly and placed your hand against Tylerâs chest.Â
âYou okay?â he asked.Â
You blinked a few times, realizing how tired you were. âYeahââ you said, nodding. You felt Tylerâs heartbeat beneath your palm.  Â
Each beat reminding you that he was here and he was alive and he was okay.Â
âCan youââ your voice cracked slightly, making you wince. âCan you please just stay with me the rest of the night? I justââ you glanced down at the floor, embarrassed to admit how much you needed him. âI just need to be close to you tonight.â
Tylerâs eyes softened. âOf course, baby. Where else would I be?â
You nodded slowly.Â
Tyler grabbed your hand and led you towards the couch. He took the blanket youâd left sprawled out from earlier and wrapped it around your shoulders before pulling you down beside him. He laid back against the cushions and made a spot for you. Without even hesitating, you curled up between his legs and rested your head back against his chest.Â
âI need you to promise me youâll be careful,â you pleaded. âI know you love chasing, and Iâd never ask you to give that up, but I donât know what Iâd do if anything ever happened to you.â
You felt Tyler sigh beneath you, his chest rising and falling steadily. âI promise.âÂ
âAnd I need you to promise me youâll get those damn screws fixed. Thatâs like the third time this month youâve told me that theyâve jammed.â
You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled softly. âI will. Believe it or not, I didnât like rolling in my truck, either.â
You lifted your head from his chest so that you could get a good look at Tylerâs face. Even after all these years with him, he still managed to leave you breathless. Â
âWell then maybe itâs time you take a break and just stay home for a little while,â you teased, lips curling into a soft smile.Â
The corner of Tylerâs lips tugged upward as his green eyes sparkled under the dim light. âYou know what, that might not be a bad idea.âÂ
You raised your eyebrow skeptically. You knew you shouldnât get your hopes up, and yet, that was exactly what you did. âReally?âÂ
Tylerâs hand tucked a loose strand of your hair from your face before his thumb grazed across your wet cheek. He nodded sincerely. âReally.â
You were a messâ eyes puffy, lips cracked. You were exhausted and so shaken up from everything that had happened. And who knew how long Tyler would have to put extra effort into helping make you feel safe.Â
But right now, wrapped in his embrace on your shared couch, all you needed was him.  Â
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