#juniper buttons

[smolmilkling]

Oh hey I can post this now that this outfits been revealed

New June design for @ineedchapstick

[jupebox]

We fought and killed and harvested pieces from a kaiju one moonlit night so I did this for prompt 10, “gathering”. Rip lagiacrus, you were a cool beastie 💙

[lovertm]

flowers + berries pins by Occasionalish

[wrixie]

Adriana finally got some mini sheep for Juniper. Meet Cookie!

[we-re-always-alright]

finished this today—Tunisian crochet lovey with a crocheted fan border, finished with a knit lamb head. where the lamb head will be placed (center or corner) is tbd. all in super soft cotton with a touch of nylon.

[lunacornfan2k25]

New chapter of my incubus au fic now with past handler/juniper and roxana/fabricator

18+ rated E

Golden Ichor Chapter 2

Trigger Warnings 👇

tw: addiction, power imbalance, dub con, graphic violence, cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, anal sex, prehensile tails

[itsadragonaesthetic]

Currently feeling VERY thankful for sites like eBird and iNaturalist. Need a comprehensive map of pinyon-juniper woodlands in Arizona? There it is. Need an area-specific checklist? Or a bar chart? THERE IT IS. My life is so much easier because of citizen science projects. I'm not even officially researching anything.

[miajooz]

Bourbon & Butterflies

✮ Bartender!Ellie is a smoothhhh talker. Suggestive speaking, Alcohol use, Swearing.

WC ✮ 1.8k

The way you walked into that bar had heads turning and eyes riveted in your direction. You had the sort ambiance that was hypnotic in the way that felt like a buzz. Maybe it was the way you walked in those heels, or maybe it was the way you wore that dress like it was honored to be on your body. Either way—you could feel it, feel the way you shined.

You were in a group with your friends—probably the sexiest group to ever be seen in one place. Seriously, it was almost offensive the way you all complimented each other.

Though, you were oblivious to the attention you were receiving. your initial plan being to dance with your friends and drink. That wasn’t criminal, everybody was there for a good time. It was the kind of Friday where unwinding was all your fogged out brain could focus on. The kind of Friday you wanted to block out with the buzz of alcohol and a cigarette.

You were sober up until the moment your best friend abandoned you to go make out with some hot chick with a mullet, and eyes like a siren—but you couldn’t blame her. You watched her walk away, muttering to yourself in a way that was pure lesbian yearning. It looked so wrong to see such a gorgeous person as yourself all alone in the middle of the club.

Yeah, sobriety is not the way to go here.

With a sigh, you walked over to the bar and plopped down on the stool, trying your best to steer your attention away from the couple shamelessly making out next to you. You placed your hand on your cheek, waiting for the bartender.

You were glad your palm was keeping your jaw in place—otherwise it would’ve dropped to the damn floor.

The bartender had short, auburn hair, and the kind of freckles that made her look sun kissed in the sexiest way—a way you didn’t know was possible. Her green eyes told a story of their own, even if you couldn’t totally make them out from the club lights—you could feel them.

Her attire was nothing short of complimentary. She wore a white button down, the first two unbuttoned in an amorous way. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, giving you a sickeningly hot view of her tatted arm. It seemed to be a moth in front of leaves, maybe she was a nature kind of girl?

She held a cigarette in one hand, her juniper eyes looking you up and down appreciatively. She took a small puff, blowing the smoke off to the side before pushing herself off of the back counter.

And oh, did she eye you.

Her eyes were trained to the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyelashes made your eyes look like a fucking crime, the way your lips were parted in the perfect way. But how could she ignore the attire?

The dress that made your body look as if it should be photographed and put in a magazine for models and anybody else in the world to gawk at. The heels that made you slightly taller but so much more charming. And the jewelry that adorned your skin, so bright and shiny—as if you were competing with the disco ball.

You could feel it, you could see it. You lifted your head off your palm and offered her a sweet smile.

She nearly choked on the smoke she had already blown out. That was probably the cutest, most contagious smile she had ever seen.

She quickly recovered, putting one hand against the counter in front of her as she looked at you, eyebrow raised and tongue in her cheek.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” she questioned, her voice was raspy, but smooth in the way it spoke and affected you.

You simply smiled again, sitting up straighter. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit the pet name made you feel butterflies.

“Just a mimosa, please.” you request, trying your best not to not eye her in a way that was obvious.

She flashed you a smile, the kind of smirk that was lopsided but seemed so calculated.

“A mimosa, huh? Tryna match that citrusy fragrance you got going on?” she questioned, grabbing a clean glass off the side. “Not that I’m hating, of course. It suits you.”

You could already feel butterflies in your stomach, or maybe you were just so utterly charmed it was messing with you. You just laughed softly, your eyes darting between her toned hands and her unfairly gorgeous face. “Oh? And how would you know what suits me?”

She laughed at that, low and raspy. You couldn’t tell if she was paying more attention to the drink she was supposed to make or the customer who ordered it.

“Just a light assumption, pardon me. Thought you’d be charmed.” she said, her eyes going back down to the glass.

It was like she knew all the right things to say, this was all too much to handle. You needed that drink before you started acting like you were in heat.

“It would be hard not to be charmed, I’m glad you’re thinking about me.” you replied, smooth and calm. A stark contrast to the war your nervous system was going through.

She simply hummed in response, handing you your drink carefully. “For sure, baby.” she started—already dangerous. “Do you always order a mimosa?”

You laughed and cocked an eyebrow at her, taking a small sip out of your drink. You saw her eyes immediately snap towards them, and you became unfairly in love wot the way she bit her cheek.

“Why’re you asking? Does my order suit me too?” you asked curiously, trying to keep your demeanor calm and collected.

She shrugged, her free hand bringing her cigarette back up to her lips. She blew the smoke to the side again—not really wanting to lose sight of your gorgeous face.

“Something like that,” she started, clicking her tongue once, “You appreciate me thinking about you, yeah? Thought I’d take note of your favorite for the next time you come and see me.”

Damn. If you weren’t sitting your legs would’ve given out.

“For next time, you’re thoughtful. I’ll come see you again for sure—so you have some company.” you said, your hand shaking around your glass. “But yeah, this is what I usually order.” Unfortunately, she took notice to that and hummed, her eyes slightly narrowing at you.

“Is that right? Good to know.” she murmured, waving her cigarette around a bit as she spoke.

“Maybe I should get it tatted, you pick the spot.” she teased, finally bringing the cigarette up to her lips like it was a routine.

Your stomach tightened, a gasp lodged in your throat. The way she managed to smooth talk you so well was beyond you.

You laughed at her comment with an amused expression on your face, your fingers drumming against the glass. “That’s up to you, but there’s no need for that. Just remember the way you reacted when I smiled at you and ordered it.”

Now she was a bit speechless. Damn, you were good. She quickly recovered and eyed you up and down, practically fucking you with her eyes. the tension between you was palpable, everything else seemed to fade away.

“Yeah? I can think of a lot of other things I’d like to remember you showing me someday. ‘Could make you smile for different reasons.” she suggested, her voice low and sultry. The vulgarness behind her words made your stomach do flips.

Your eyes instinctively widened, fuck. You couldn’t look at her anymore, you reached for your lipgloss and looked away, using someone’s full glass of gin as a mirror—acting like you absolutely had to touch up your lipgloss. Then you managed to muster up the courage to look at her again.

“Already trying to start something when you don’t even know my name?” you asked, but there was no bite to your tone.

She laughed reaching to the side and taking a sip of a drink that looked as if it was refilled too many times. “How awful of me, I apologize. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You offered her a small smile, your lips hovering over your own drink, “Y/N, and you?”

She smiled and muttered her name under her breath, commenting on how it ‘suited’ you. “Ellie, my name is Ellie.” she said, and now you were thinking about how her name suited her.

You nodded, sipping your drink and keeping eye contact with her. The tension was almost heavy, you could feel it weighing down on your lungs.

“So, Ellie. What do you usually order?”

Ellie laughed, shaking her head and holding up her glass. “Using that against me? You’re clever.” she praised, letting you soak in the smirk on her face, “Bourbon, old fashioned.” she replied, her voice still hypnotic.

You nodded again, glad to be obtaining information besides the fact she was unfairly sexy and that her name was Ellie. Now you were both eyeing each other up, as if you were communicating in the sense or alcohol, smoke, and lust.

The silence didn’t last long, though the tension stayed.

“What’re you doing tonight, hun? Any plans worth staying for?” she asked, her tone suggestive.

Your heart stuttered inside your chest, a familiar enamored feeling overwriting anything prior. “No important plans, unless you’re trying to make some.” you replied, a subtle smirk on your face.

Ellie hummed in response, putting her cigarette out and leaning forwards. “Is that right? I can take you home if you want, baby.”

Fuck. That name felt so perfect coming off her lips when it was directed at you.

“You wanna take me home? Are you talking my house or yours?” you asked, your voice also suggestive. All you knew was that this woman was doing something to you, something you craved to feel and see more of.

Ellie’s smirk doubled in size, one eyebrow slightly more raised than the other. This was definitely going where she wanted it to. “Up to you, I’ll take you anywhere, sweetheart.” she said, her eyes not leaving you for even a fraction of a second.

“You know, a house, heaven, another planet.”

“A place in the back of your head your eyes haven’t mapped out yet. It’s up to you.”

Why did she keep going? You bit your cheek and looked at your drink, quickly tossing the rest into the back of your throat. Maybe you were trying to tame the blood in your body rushing south. You wiped a stray drop from your lips, trying to casually smile. “Your house works fine. Wanna take me to your car?”

Ellie smiled and stood up straight, eying you in a way that felt so right.

“A motorcycle okay with you?”

TAGSSS!! <3 @valeisaslut @haithone @eriiwaiii2 @usuck @hyperbabes

A/N - I’m still working on the smut i promised, but i had to get this idea out of my system. 💔

[just-a-skrunkly]

me and the bad bitch I pulled by defying god

oh happy pride month btw i completely forgot like a dumbass.. sighs loudly

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[jupebox]

We found out there’s a fundraiser gala happening in the fairytale town and now we have to go and, oh no, we have to buy fancy clothes to wear to the gala 😔 aw beans, aw darn, aw shucks, can’t believe I have to design fancy duds for the party,,,,

[doglover502]

Was thinking about how many Bunnydoll children there are, and how that must make for one heck of a family portrait.

The crazy thing is, in the Bunnydoll litter community, this barely scratches the surface on how many kids actually exist out there.

Buster and Mopsy belong to @raggstosketches

Jaiden belongs to @alicealmost

Abby belongs to @fizzyellouw

Ruby, Jett, and Jesse belong to @ruezzy

Jayden belongs to @kansuda2478

Jinx belongs to @ese1anime

Seymour, Daisy, Frankie, Nibs, and Periwinkle belong to @candy-heart-brew

Juniper, Cole, and Loo belong to @beanandberry and @raggedypina

Scruffy belongs to @lumineary-arts

Jaeger belongs to @michiruxbna

Lux belongs to @naitmeir

Buttons and Bow belong to @anti-c1ffee

Velveteen belongs to @irathedragon

Agathe belongs to @maggotinadollhouse

Velvet belongs to @snowthedemonfox

Cotton belongs to @royalion9

JJ belongs to @lili-the-cartoon

And Ragnes, Hareriet, and Patchricia belong to yours truly

No matter where I go, 101 Dalmatian Street still follows me

[the-french-belphegor]

"I'm playing a young character named Scanlan Shorthalt, who is a gnome bard. Let's say that he's wearing purple. He's wearing tight purple pants and a white shirt, but the shirt is buttoned all... let's say it's buttoned all the way up. He's got long hair down to his shoulders, but he's a little bit uncomfortable in his skin. He doesn't have the swagger of some other performers or folks that we might meet later in the world."

Yeah, I have a feeling that big little dude there is going places ^^

Young (late teens human equivalent) Scanlan was adorable in the 2023 Red Nose Day one-shot and gave me so many feels, so naturally I had to draw about it 💜

(also, fun fact: the pattern down his trouser legs are supposed to evoke juniper leaves and cones, which look like this:)

[raphael-angele]

Nico's Big Brothers

Nico: Conner, can you open this please. *gives him a can of peanut brittle*

Conner: Did Travis okay this?

Nico: Mhm.

Conner: You know you can't eat these kinds of things without drinking water directly after, right?

Nico: Yep.

Conner: Where's your water?

Nico: *points to glass on table*

Conner: Alright *opens can and spring snakes pop out*

Conner:

Nico: :)

Conner: Classic *impressed*

---

Nico: Travis!

Travis: What's up, kiddo?

Nico: Annabeth gave me homework. Can you please help me?

Travis: Yeah, sure. *pulls ups a chair and sits on whoopee cushion*

Travis:

Nico: :)

Travis: *pulls out whoopee cushion from underneath him* ...I'll teach you better pranks if you get an A in this.

---

Visiting an Aquarium:

Percy, carrying Nico: Nico, c'mon. Look at the pretty fish.

Nico, burying his head in Percy's shoulder: No! I don't like the ocean! The ocean is scary! It's gonna eat me!

Percy: *sigh* C'mon. Look, there's a turtle over there.

Nico: *looks hesitantly*

Percy: See? Over there. *points to turtle* Say, "Hi, Mr. Turtle*

Nico: *waves* Hi, Mr. Turtle.

Turtle: *waves back*

Nico: GAAASP HE WAVED BACK! PERCY, HE WAVED BACK!

---

Nico: GROVEEERRRR! *running*

Grover: Woah! Woah! Woah! Nico, calm down. What's wrong?

Nico: *opens his palm to show a baby bird with a broken wing*

Grover: Oooh.

Nico: I think she fell from her nest. B-but you can heal her right? Or Juniper can?

Grover: Nico, I'm sorry. Juniper or I don't have healing powers

Nico: B-but, we can't just leave Beanie alone! He's tiny and just a baby! He needs his family!

Grover: *sigh* I know. C'mon. We'll go to the Apollo cabin to see what they can do. Then we'll put him back in his tree.

Nico: I'll still get to see him, right?

Grover: Of course.

---

Jason giving Nico a tour of Camp: And that over there is the arena. It's where we train.

Reyna: Jason! Who's that?

Jason: Oh, Nico, this is Reyna. She's my best friend. Reyna, this is Nico. He's a visitor.

Reyna: We don't accept visitors

Jason: He's an exception. Diana asked us to-

Nico, playing with a dummy sword: Jason, I'm hungry.

Jason: Aww, okay. Let's get you some food.

Octavian: What are you two doing? And what is that? *points to Nico*

Reyna: Back off, Octavian.

Octavian: No. That thing needs to leave. This place is-

Nico: *throws his dummy sword at him*

Octavian: OW!

Jason: Nico!

Reyna:

Jason: Octavian, are you okay? Do you-

Nico: *throws stones, sticks, and whatever he can pick up from the ground at Octavian*

Jason: Nico, you can't-

Reyna: Wait, give him five more seconds to learn his lesson

---

Nico: *wakes up from his afternoon nap*

Alice: Oh, looks like someone's awake from his nap

Nico: Clovis...

Clovis: *picks him up* I'm here, kiddo. You need anything?

Nico: Hungy...

Clovis: Alright. Let's get you some food. Did you have a good nap?

Nico: Mhm. I had a good dream

Clovis: Aww, tell me all about it.

---

Nico: Charlie.

Charles: Yes, Nico? What is it?

Nico: Can you make something?

Charles: It's kind of what we do here. What do you need?

Nico: I made my sister mad.

Charles: What happened?

Nico: I almost broke her bow. So I want to make it up to her.

Charles: So you want me to make her a new bow?

Nico: Not exactly. *shows paper*

Charles and other Cabin 9 kids: *looks*

Charles: Oh, wow. That's...that's certainly something.

Nico: Can you make it?

Charles: Maybe like...2? 3 weeks?

Soon:

Bianca: Hey...Charles, right?

Charles: That's me. What can I help you with?

Bianca: Nico said that he had you make something for me?

Charles: Oh, so you're Nico's sister. Yeah, I have what he asked for. *hands over case*

Bianca: What is it?

Charles: *opens case* He felt bad about almost breaking your bow so he had me make you this. *shows violin*

Bianca: Oh, wow. That's...very generous of you. All of you.

Charles: That's not where it ends. *pushes a button at the top and the violin turns to a bow*

Bianca:

Charles: He had blueprints and everything.

Bianca: I'm going to say something I swore I'd never say. Oh my Gods.

Charles: *chuckles*

Bianca: How much does he owe you?

Charles: Ah, it's on the house. It looked really cool and all of us wanted to take a shot at it. It was fun enough for us to make it.

Violin

---

Nico: *crying cuz he fell fown and scraped his knee*

Lee: Nico, calm down.

Nico: It hurts!!

Lee: I know, kiddo. I know.

Nico: I want Bia!!

Lee: Michael already called for her. Just be a good boy and keep still, okay?

Nico: *nods*

Lee: Okay, there we go. *blows on his wound and applies betadine*

Nico: Can I get a lollipop later?

Lee: Well, if you're a good boy, I can give you one in your favorite flavor. *patches him up* And we're done. See? That wasn't so bad, right?

Bianca, coming in: Nico?

Lee: Over here. He's fine. He just scraped his knee. Nothing a little betadine can't fix.

Bianca: Oh, good. Thank you.

Lee: Yeah. And he was a very strong boy. *shows lollipop jar* Here you go, Nico.

Nico: Yay!

---

Michael: Good. Don't close your eye. It'll be harder if you do. Stand properly

Nico: *does as he's told*

Michael: And...release.

Nico: *shoots an arrow bullseye* I DID IT!!!

Michael: YEAAA! *picks up Nico* Aww, great job, little man.

Nico: DID YOU SEE IT? MICKEY, DID YOU SEE IT?!?!

Michael: I saw it. And it was perfect. C'mon, let's go tell Bianca.

[howlingday]

The three mothers arc Au your did. How would jaune's three moms react to seeing him as the rusted knight?

"And then, the Rusted Knight took little Alyx and Lewis by the hands and said, 'Don't you worry. I'll always be here to protect you~!'."

Juniper then noticed Jaune asleep in her lap. She gave a soft smile and carefully carried him to his bed. As she laid him in his bed, she hovered over him, admiring how peaceful he looked. A hand rested on her shoulder, and she rolled her cheek into the wide appendage.

"He looks so peaceful."

"Yeah. He does." Eyes wide, she turned to the unfamiliar voice. In a blink, the world fell away, leaving her in a strange, new world off unnatural colors and strange creatures all around. It looked like the inside of Jaune's story book. The man in rusted armor backed away, hands up in defense. "Sorry, sorry."

"Who are you, and what is this place?" Daring to look behind her, she saw Jaune's bed was gone, with him missing as well. "What did you do?! Where's my-"

The man looked strangely familiar to her. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a thick beard with a thin mustache. For a moment, she thought she saw Nicky standing in front of her. But the look in his eyes betrayed him.

They were much older, more experienced, and had seen things no boy should have to go through. They shone like the blue of faded sapphires, like those belonging to a boy who loved stories of knights and heroes and was forced to see how those stories actually functioned in reality. She was ashamed it took this long to figure out, but the man in front of her was the same as the boy who was behind her.

"Jaune?"

"Hi, Mom."

"Wh- What-" She threw her arms over his shoulders, tears flowing like rivers down her cheeks. The rust on his armor would become rustier, if only a small amount more. "Jaune, what- What happened to you? We saw yours and Ruby's message, but I don't understand how- where-"

"I don't know, Mom, but..." Tears welled in his eyes and he brought her closer, if such a thing were possible. "I really miss you, Mom."

Those same tears reminded Juniper of much simpler times. Times before her husband's passing. Times when the worst she had to worry about were crows in the field and monsters under the bed. Times when a little boy ate too much candy before bed and stood in her bedroom door frame, sobbing and apologizing for making a mess.

"I don't want to let you go."

"I know." And in an instant, she was gone. Jaune was left, standing in the middle of nowhere, his arms wrapped around nothing. He stood for a long moment before returning his arms to his side, doing his best to ignore the tears and snot dribbling down his face.

Wiping them away, he heard a noise from a bush. Gripping his broken, rusted sword, he approached, cautious in his every footstep. Expecting a Jabberwalker, he pulled his sword loose, slowly scraping it from its tarnished sheath. Opening the bush, he was surprised to find a baby rabbit curled into itself, trying to make itself smaller. He immediately returned his sword to its sheath.

"Hey, hey, it's okay..." He hushed, kneeling down slowly to the whimpering creature. It seemed like a rabbit, but getting closer, he found there were little button nubs atop its head. Like a baby deer that was beginning to grow its antlers. "I won't hurt you. I... I promise."

The animal stiffened at his touch, then relaxed as he gently shushed and brushed along its back. As it relaxed, Jaune slipped his hands under the jackalope's body, lifting it from the shrubbery. He continued to coo as it nestled against him.

"It's gonna be alright. I promise..." Suddenly, Jaune felt like a father, carefully cradling his child. He smiled, suddenly getting what his mothers meant when they talked about holding him and his siblings. "I'll name you... Juniper."

---------------------------------------------------

"JAUNE!" Juniper reached out, sitting in her bed, panting in her panic. Alice and Uriel-Mauve were at her side, the former clutching her bathrobe while the latter had her hair in curlers and a sleep mask on her brow. "Jaune, come back to me! Come back-"

"Juniper! Juniper, calm down!" Alice called, holding her shoulder and cooing.

"We're right here, Juni! Just breathe!" Uriel-Mauve rubbed her hand up and down Juniper's back, trying to coo her from her night terror.

"I saw him! I saw Jaune!" The other two looked to each other, one filled with worry and the other with heartbreak. "I saw him, though! He was the Rusted Knight, and he was right in front of me, and he looked so much like-"

"Juniper." Alice gave a firm squeeze to her shoulder. "He's... He's gone, Juni. And-" She choked. "I know it's hard, but-"

"He's gone, Juniper." Uriel-Mauve wept into her shoulder. "He's gone, along with those girls."

"He's..." Juniper's face fell into her hands, tears spilling through her finger.

They all wept, for what else could a mother do when they're little man was gone?

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Two - Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with Chapter One! Masterlist :)

Chapter Two - Boys and Their Toys

After another drink or two, chatting with Juniper from Atmosphere Aces and Willow from your team, you finally stood from your seat and put a $50 on the bar then walked out the front door of the Dust Devil and headed across the street to the Twister Trail Motel. The whole town of Prairie Winds was practically based on it being in tornado alley and being the main place storm chasers would stop while out chasing.

As soon as you were a few steps away from the front door, you heard it open again and footsteps behind you, a small part of you hoped it would be Tyler. 

“(Y/n)!” The voice called, it not being Tyler. 

You turned around to see Finn, the camera guy and driver for your team, the Storm Riders. 

“Hey, Finn! What’s up?” You asked, him stepping up beside you. 

“I was just curious as to what’s goin’ on with you and Owens, I saw you both get kinda close while dancing and then again while at the bar,” he started to ramble, one of his classic traits when he was drinking, “I just worry about you, since you’re like a big sister to me and we’ve known each other since you were in high school and I was in middle school, I would just hate for your heart to get broken by some idiot cowboy.” 

“Finn. Finn,” you tried to interrupt.

“I don’t think I could live with myself if he hurt you and I didn’t try to stop something from happening. Your parents would kill me as they made me promise to keep you safe out here,” he kept going. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, putting your hands on his arms. 

“FINN,” you said sternly, jolting him out of his rampage. 

“W-What?” He stuttered while catching his breath, you both realized he hadn't taken a breath that whole time. 

“I will be fine, he just wants to take me out to dinner tomorrow night,” you said, dragging Finn to your side while walking to the motel, “I know you feel like it’s your job to protect me, but you need to remember that I am a few years older than you and know how to handle myself.” 

He sighed, “I know, I just would hate for you to get heartbroken again…” 

You stopped in the middle of the road and pulled Finn in close. He was one of the only people you trusted back in your early 20s. He was one of your go-to people, aside from your best friend Willow, whom you went to after your breakup with Derek who you had been with for almost five years. He had moved to New York to go to college and after a week of hardly talking to one another, the girl he was cheating on you with slipped up and accidentally tagged him in a post of them kissing on Instagram. The next day you sent everything he owned to his college dorm including the heart necklace he gave you for your birthday the last year you were together, along with a very long letter on tear-stained paper that you had written the night before while your heart was breaking with every word you wrote. 

“I will be okay, Finny,” you said, rubbing his back, “I’ll let you know if anything goes wrong or he does something stupid.” 

“Promise, (Y/n/n)?” He asked, holding out his pinkie finger. 

You linked your pinkie with him, “I promise. Now go back into the bar and have some fun, it’s forecasted for clear skies the rest of the week.” 

“You got it!” He said, pulling you into an embrace one last time before running back into the bar. 

You laughed and shook your head, then turned and walked back to the motel. Before heading up the stairs outside of your room, you decided to stop by your blue F-350 dually truck that was parked right next to Tyler’s red Ram 3500 dually. You pressed the unlock button on your key fob, the headlights shining brightly across to the bar. Earlier you had already brought your suitcase to your room, but you wanted to double-check that you had everything extra that you picked up in Thunderbird Bluff, the last town you were in. 

While digging under the seats you grabbed onto a cloth object, pulling it out becoming confused as all your clothes were in your suitcase. You held it up in the dim lights provided by the motel to see a tornado, the red truck you were parked next to, and a cartoon face of Tyler on the front of the shirt, the words being “not my first tornadeo” across it. 

You threw the shirt over your shoulder and smirked remembering Dani giving it to you after you got caught in an EF3 with your shirt getting torn off as you were on your way back from a smaller wedding in a field for Jade and Tristan, both members of Storm Riders. 

After shutting the truck doors, you locked it and turned toward the stairs, only to be startled by Tyler leaning against his truck with his cowboy hat in his hands. 

“Mighty nice of you to blind half the bar with those pretty headlights of yours,” he said, using his hat to gesture to the front of your truck. 

“Oh shit,” you mumbled, your hand covering your mouth, “Oops.” 

He chuckled, “I figured I’d come out to make sure you weren’t skippin’ town on me after I asked you out.”

“Even if I did, Owens, you’d find me one way or another,” you stated, walking over to the stairs. 

“Like my saying goes, sweetheart,” he started, “if you feel it.” 

“Chase it,” you said, going up a few steps to the first landing. 

“See, you’re gettin’ it,” he said, leaning against the stair railing and looking up at you, “Is that one of the Tornado Wrangler shirts?” 

You hoped he wouldn’t see that, but he snatched it off your shoulder to hold it up. 

“It was the only option I had after Jade and Tristan’s wedding,” you said, rubbing your forehead as you were starting to get tired and just wanted to head to your room, “You can have it, I don’t think it would look good if I wore a rival team’s shirt.” 

“But darlin’, you’d look good in my shirt,” he said while smirking and holding it up to your figure. 

“Very cheesy,” you said, walking up the stairs farther. 

“What do you say about tomorrow afternoon?” He asked, folding the shirt up and tossing it up to you. 

“I’m sure I’m free, most of the team will sleep until mid-morning due to the hangovers they’ll get from tonight,” you laughed, gesturing over to the bar where the music was still blaring. 

“Same with the wranglers, except Dexter, he snuck out the back and headed to bed an hour or so ago,” he said, laughing, “You know how those scientists are.” 

“Yeah, I’m surprised Tristan and Sage from Atmosphere Aces are still partying it up,” you said, leaning over the railing and looking down at Tyler. 

“Maybe we can get breakfast in the morning?” He asked, “Down at JoAnn’s Whirlwind diner…” 

“I’d like that, they have the best apple pie in the county,” you said, smiling, “Should we take Lil Blue here or are we takin’ Ol Red?” 

“How dare you think I’d be caught dead in a Ford, darlin,” he chuckled, “I won’t go anywhere without Ol Red.” 

“As I figured, boys and their toys,” you giggled to yourself, turning around and unlocking the door to your room. 

“What was that little lady?” He asked, putting his hat back on and putting his hands on his hips while shifting his weight to one side.

“I said goodnight, Tyler,” you said, tossing the bag of necessities on the queen bed you had all to yourself. 

“I don’t think that was it,” he said, shaking his head, “But I’ll let it slide this once, (Y/n).” 

“Like you would do anything otherwise, Ty,” you said as you leaned over the railing one last time before heading inside. 

“I’ll have you be aware that my truck is not a TOY,” he stated, shifting his weight to his other hip, “It’s a tornado-wrangling machine!” 

You laughed, “Mhmm, sure it is.” 

“Goodnight beautiful,” he said, looking up at you and giving you a wink. 

“Goodnight, Tyler,” you said, “I’ll see you at JoAnn’s.” 

“It’s a date,” he said with the biggest smile you’ve seen on the man in quite some time. 

You turned around and walked into your motel room, shutting and locking the door behind you, pressing your forehead to the cool door, smiling and giggling to yourself. While not really believing that you would be going on a date with Tyler Owens, who was basically the biggest heartthrob of the storm-chasing community and most likely all of Tornado Alley. Just thinking about tomorrow and what it held sent tingles down your spine and butterflies around your stomach.

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