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allthingsfangirl101 · 17 hours ago
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Hopelessly Devoted To You – Jake Seresin
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There are some people who come into your life that you never expect. But once they are in your life, you can't let them go. You don't want to let them go.
Jake had someone like that, but, unfortunately, he let her go. He never told her how much she meant to him. He never told her how he felt. And he never thought he'd see her again.
The second the pilots walked into the club, Jake thought he recognized the voice singing. He searched for the stage, and when he found it, he swore his heart jumped into his throat.
There she was. The girl he let get away. The girl he never forgot about. His best friend, with whom he fell in love but never told.
The butterflies in Jake's stomach went crazy as he slowly sat down, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He felt like he could barely breathe as she sang one of her favorite songs.
"But now there's nowhere to hide Since you pushed my love aside I'm out of my head Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you
My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him"My heart is sayin', "Don't let go Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's no way to hide Since you pushed my love aside I'm outta my head Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you."
"Damn," Jake mumbled under his breath as the entire audience jumped to their feet and applauded. His eyes followed his old crush as she smiled shyly before slipping off stage.
The other pilots were quickly distracted by drinking and games. Jake, however, was very interested in when she would come out. When she finally did, he couldn't help but straighten up. He watched as she went over to a private booth. The only reason he knew it was a private booth was because of the two security guards in front of it.
Once she sat down, she didn't talk to anyone or look at her phone. Instead, she scanned the club. He quickly turned around when her eyes got close to him.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" A cocktail waitress asked. Usually, this was the kind of girl Jake flirted with all night until she begged him to come home with her. But tonight, he was more focused on the girl who taught him what love was.
"Yeah," he stuttered. He cleared his throat when he got an idea. "Can you send a drink to the young woman who just sang?"
"Of course," she giggled. Jake then ordered Y/N's favorite drink. Well, he thought it was her favorite drink. When they were kids, she used to talk about how she'd grow up and drink this fancy drink all the time.
As the waitress went to grab the drink for Y/N, Jake didn't wait to see her response. Once he was outside, he glanced through the window to see the same cocktail waitress taking the drink to Y/N. His eyes were glued to Y/N as the waitress gave her the drink and walked away.
Y/N looked at the drink with a confused look on her face. Suddenly, it turned into a small smile. Jake's heart jumped into his throat, and he quickly ducked out of the window when Y/N searched the room. He cleared his throat and slowly walked away from the club and toward the beach.
"And where do you think you're going, sailor?"
Jake turned around, and his breath got caught in his throat when he saw Y/N standing perfectly in front of him. She was still in her dress, her hair in loose curls, and the wind blowing in just the right direction, making her look even more flawless.
"I'm not a sailor," Jake stuttered.
"You're a Navy Pilot, right?" She chuckled. "You work on a boat, therefore, you're a sailor."
"I guess so," Jake stuttered again. He cleared his throat, not entirely sure how to act in front of her.
"It's good to see you, Jake," she giggled. "It's been a long time."
"Yes, it has," he said, unable to resist looking her up and down. "You look good."
"So do you, sailor," she teased. He couldn't help but love it when she called him 'sailor,' and he hoped she'd never stop.
Silence fell between the two as they stared at each other. Jake cleared his throat and broke the silence.
"I can't remember the last time I heard you sing."
His comment made her face turn pink. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
"I'm not really used to singing in front of people I know," she admitted. "It's kind of embarrassing."
"It shouldn't be," Jake answered a little too quickly. "You've always had a beautiful voice."
"Thanks," she said, her face still burning.
"I loved listening to you sing when we were growing up," Jake admitted before he could stop himself.
Y/N looked up and studied him. The soft look in her eyes made him look away. He cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. When he looked back at her, she was subconsciously rubbing her arms. He quickly took off his jacket and draped it across her shoulders.
Things seemed to freeze when he didn't let go of his jacket and take a step back. Neither one of them moved away from the other. Instead, they stared deeply into each other's eyes. The longer he stood in front of her, the faster his old feelings came swarming back.
"I've really missed you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"And here I was thinking you forgot about me the second you shipped off," she said, hiding her insecurities behind a small giggle.
"What?" Jake asked, his heart sinking. "Why would. . . Why would I forget about you?"
"I don't know," she stuttered.
"We were best friends," he said, not realizing that he was getting closer to her. "Hell, when we were seven, we used to joke about getting married one day so we'd never be apart."
"I forgot about that," she said under her breath.
"Did you think I didn't mean it?" Jake reached down and slowly grabbed her hands. The second he was holding her hands, he remembered everything about their childhood together.
"I thought it was just a joke," she said slowly.
"I never joked when it came to us," Jake whispered. "Y/N, you were so much more than my best friend."
"What do you mean?"
To answer her, Jake leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to hers. Her heart jumped into her throat as she slowly kissed him back. When they broke the kiss, they were out of breath.
"I've missed you so much, Jake," she said, her voice slightly breaking.
"I've missed you, too," he whispered as he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, not looking away from his eyes.
"What happens now?" She whispered. Jake sighed as he pulled her closer to his chest.
"I don't know," Jake said honestly. "But what I do know is that I don't want to go back to the way things were."
"You mean, back to not talking for 3 years?"
"That," he chuckled, "but also, being just friends."
She unwrapped her arms from his neck, and her eyes fell to her hands as they pressed to his chest. He used his finger to lift her chin so she was looking at him.
"You are the first woman I ever fell in love with," Jake confessed. "Actually, you're the only woman I've ever fallen in love with. Leaving you after high school was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you. When my team and I walked into the club tonight, I instantly recognized your voice. And the second I saw you, I knew I couldn't let you go."
Y/N softly smiled at him as she dragged her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Then don't, sailor."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 days ago
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A Titanic-Like Honeymoon – Glen Powell
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I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains. My eyes fluttered open, and I was greeted by the ugly hotel curtains. I looked over my shoulder and saw Glen asleep next to me. That's when the memories of yesterday popped into my mind.
Yesterday, in front of all our friends and family, Glen and I got married. We have been best friends since we met when he guest-starred on NCIS. I was just an assistant PA on set. They asked me to show him around set and we clicked instantly.
After we filmed the two episodes, Glen approached me on the last day of filming. He asked me out and we went out that night. We've been together ever since.
We dated for two years before he asked me to marry him. We were engaged for another year before we finally got married yesterday. Glen once told me that if it wasn't for his career and going away for filming, he'd never have waited so long to propose or marry me.
I rolled over and draped my arm across Glen's bare chest as I replayed the events of yesterday in my mind. I slowly fell back asleep, listening to my new husband's soft snores.
I woke up about an hour later to Glen dragging his finger up and down my arm. I looked up to see him already looking at me.
"Well," he whispered, "good morning, Mrs. Powell."
"Good morning, Mr. Powell," I giggled as I cuddled more into his chest. "How is it that my feet still hurt?"
"You wore your heels all day," he shrugged, tightening his arms around me and pulling me closer. "I have no idea how you girls do that. Heels look so painful."
I smirked as I slightly sat up, leaning over him. "Beauty is pain, my dear husband," I chuckled. "Plus, those heels made my ass look amazing."
Glen's eyes filled with lust as he quickly rolled us over so he was hovering over me.
"Yes, they did," he moaned.
After staying in bed and enjoying our first morning as husband and wife, Glen and I went down to the hotel lobby for breakfast. We lazily walked around Jamaica, simply spending time together. We walked along the pier, walked in and out of little shops, and ate whenever we saw something that looked good.
Later that night, we went back to the hotel and packed our things. We took a cab back to the pier and found the private yacht we rented to take us to a nearby island.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Powell," the Captain greeted as we walked onto the gangway. "We have everything you requested. The master bedroom is set up for you. Our staff will take your suitcases there. Dinner will be in the dining room. Or, if you'd like, we can have it served up top."
The captain and my husband both looked at me. "What do you think, my dear?" Glen asked.
"It's a beautiful night," I smiled. The men softly laughed and nodded.
"I hope you enjoy these next few days," the Captain politely nodded. "If you have any requests, please feel free to let me know."
"We will, Captain. Thank you," Glen said as he shook his hand.
We followed one of the staff to our bedroom. He put our suitcases on the small bench at the end of the bed, nodded to us, and excused himself. I giggled as I collapsed onto the bed.
Glen chuckled as he kicked off his shoes and slowly climbed onto the bed. He didn't lie next to me. Instead, he crawled over me. We looked into each other's eyes as we stayed where we were. He slowly lowered onto his elbows, hovering inches from me.
"I love you so much, Y/N," he whispered, sending chills up and down my spine.
"I love you, too, Glen," I whispered back. I slowly slid my hands up his chest before wrapping my arms loosely around his neck.
"I want you to have the perfect life," he said, the look in his eyes changing. "I want to give you everything you could ever want or need. I want to raise a family with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you."
"I want all of that, too," I said, my voice even softer than before. "And I know you can give it to me."
I pulled him down and pressed my lips to his. He instantly started kissing me back. Neither one of us bothered to slow things down.
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We walked onto the top of the boat, instantly hit with the cool ocean breeze. Glen grabbed my hand and led me over to the table the staff had set up for us.
We ate dinner with the sounds of the ocean as mood music played through the speaker system. Everything was peaceful and perfect as the boat glided along. After dinner, we talked and leaned against the ledge as we slowly drank champagne.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder. Glen leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
"What would you like to do tonight, Mrs. Powell?"
"Well," I giggled, "we're on a yacht, so it's not like we can go on a walk."
"True," he smirked. "But I can think of a few things we can do on a boat."
"Of course you can," I chuckled.
"Can you think of anything?" He teased.
"I kinda of. . ." I shook my head and looked away.
"What?" Glen pushed by playfully nudging my shoulder with his. "Tell me."
"I kind of want you to 'Titanic' me," I smirked, looking at him through my eyelashes.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes soft. "Y/N, aren't you afraid of heights? And falling off a boat?"
"Yeah," I said, breathing shakily. "Ever since I first saw that movie, I've always wanted to try it."
His smile turned into a playful smirk. He grabbed my hand and led me over to the front of the ship. He stood behind me and gently held my hips as I stepped up onto the lowest railing. He instantly stood behind me, keeping himself close to me.
I held my breath as he grabbed one of my hands and lifted my arm so it was outstretched. I flinched, but he instantly tightened his hold on my hand when he let go of my waist to grab my other hand.
"Just don't let me fall," I giggled once he had both my arms outstretched.
"I would never let you fall, Mrs. Powell," he whispered, tightening his hold on my hands. I let out a shaky breath when he pressed himself up against me, keeping me firmly between him and the railing.
"You let Bea fall," I joked, trying to distract myself from the fear building up.
"You have nothing to worry about. That was fake love, my dear wife," he teased. "And this? This is real love. I will never let you fall unless I am there to catch you."
I looked over my shoulder to see him already looking at me. I leaned back and kissed him. I felt him smile as he kissed me back. We broke the kiss and stayed there for a moment before turning back toward the sea.
I let out a soft moan when Glen let go of my hands and slid his hands down my arms. I shivered when his arms went down my body, stopping when they got to my waist.
My breath got caught in my throat when Glen leaned in and blew in my ear.
"Maybe," he whispered, "the next Titanic scene we can mimic is the one where Jack paints Rose."
I turned around and looked up at him through my eyelashes. "Now, that is a scene I would love to mimic. But don't we need a car for that one?"
"I think we can make our cabin on the boat work." He smirked before adding, "Besides, the location isn't really the part of the scene I want to mimic."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 5 days ago
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Question - What would you say you prefer writing when it comes to Glen and his characters "x reader" or "OC"?
I'm just curious because I used to like writing x reader stories, but now I like OC stories better.
Personally, I kind of like to combine the two. I’m working on a few “OC” stories right now. “X reader” are easier for me and I can get them out faster. “OC” takes time to build a strong story and strong character, so I usually do full novels with those.
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allthingsfangirl101 · 7 days ago
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Family Barbecue – Tyler Owens
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As Tyler drove us to my parents' farm, I couldn't calm my nerves. Tyler and I have been dating for six months. We met after his team drove through my hometown and helped people after a tornado came through. I volunteered at the high school that was being used as a relief center. That's where I met Tyler and his team, bringing meals.
To my surprise, they stayed for the rest of the week. They were constantly walking around, helping wherever it was needed. On the second day, Tyler seemed to be hovering around me. We got to talking, and at the end of the week, he asked me out.
We didn't end up going on our date for a few weeks because of a tornado a few towns over. About three weeks later, I ran into him when my mom and I were working the weekend farmer's market. He asked me to walk around with him, and my mom all but pushed me toward him. Tyler and I spent over an hour walking around and talking.
After that, Tyler spent all his free time in town. He'd run off at least once a week to chase a storm, but he always made sure to call me and let me know he was okay.
Ever since our farmer's market date, my mom has been begging me to bring him to a family barbecue. Each time she's asked, I've always come up with some excuse. Not all of them were lies.
This time, my mom was sneaky about her invitation. She just happened to call the night Tyler got back from chasing a tornado, when she knew he'd stay the night at my place to reassure me he was fine. She asked me to put the phone on speaker, and she invited him to dinner. He responded perfectly swoon-worthy and agreed in an instant.
Now, we were driving down the familiar dirt road to my family farm. I nervously played with the skirt of my dress, straightening wrinkles that weren't there. Tyler reached over and grabbed one of my hands.
"It's going to be okay," he soothed.
"But my family. . ."
"Is your family," he smiled.
"They can be tough," I sighed, looking at our hands and intertwining our fingers.
"It's a family thing," he tried to shrug.
"You don't get it," I whispered.
"What are you talking about, darling?" He asked, sending me a soft look.
"All my family wants is for me to stay and run the family farm," I confessed.
"You've always talked about opening your own bookstore," he said softly.
"I know," I sighed. "But our farm has been in my family for generations. As the oldest, I'm expected to take over once my dad decides to retire."
Tyler suddenly got quiet. I looked over at him, and I could tell that he had something on his mind. It looked like he was battling with himself. I was about to ask him what was wrong, but we pulled into my family farm.
As soon as we pulled up to the house, I saw my mother waiting for us excitedly on the porch.
"Here we go," I said under my breath. Tyler let go of my hand and turned my head toward him. He leaned across the armrest and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he playfully kissed my nose.
"Don't worry, darling," he whispered. "I've got your back."
He sent me a wink before getting out of his truck. My eyes drifted toward the porch as Tyler jogged around the truck. My dad had now joined my mom and was watching as Tyler opened my door for me. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the truck. He kept my hand in his as we walked up the gravel driveway.
"There's our girl!" My mom giggled as she met us.
"Hi, Mom," I smiled as I hugged her. I broke our hug and turned toward my dad. "Hi, daddy."
"Hi, sweetheart," he said, hugging me. "I feel like we barely see you anymore."
As we broke our hug, my dad sent a very fatherly look toward Tyler. His look wasn't out of the blue.
"Dad," I sighed, "I'm constantly in town, selling and delivering our produce."
"Yes," he elongated, "but you usually stay in town. For him."
My heart sank when he said 'him' like he was talking about a disease or something disgusting.
"I still help around the farm," I mumbled.
"We don't. . ."
"That's enough, Richard," my mother cut him off. "Dinner is almost ready."
Mom grabbed Dad's hand and forced him inside. For a brief second, Tyler and I were alone. I turned toward him and sent him my best 'I told you so' look.
"It's going to be okay," Tyler chuckled. He gently grabbed my chin and kissed me. "Let's eat. I can smell your mom's cooking, and it smells amazing."
* * * * *
As my mom and dad finished dinner, Tyler and I helped set the table outside. It didn't take long for my dad to start interviewing Tyler.
"So, Tyler," my dad said in his most 'fatherly' tone, "you chase tornadoes?"
"Yes, sir," Tyler nodded.
"What made you chase tornadoes?" Rylie, my little sister, asked, looking at Tyler like he was Superman.
"Well," he chuckled, "when you love something, you'll spend your whole life trying to understand it."
"And you think that's a good job?" My father challenged.
"Dad," I tried to warn him.
"What?" He shrugged. "Chasing tornadoes is not going to support a wife and a family."
"Dad," I said, changing my warning tone to a tone of surprise.
"And it's definitely not safe," my dad continued. "How can a man with a family have a career that puts his life in danger? No man should go off to work with the risk of leaving his family without him. The second you walk out the door, you risk not coming back. You could go chase a tornado, and in a matter of hours, your wife is a widow, and your children are fatherless."
"Cops do it," Rylie shrugged.
"Thank you," I whispered. She sent me a wink.
"Yes, but cops are risking their lives to protect other people," my father said instantly. "Tornado Chasers are risking their lives for cool videos and t-shirt sales."
"That's enough, Dad," I cut him off, finally speaking up. "Yes, what Tyler does is dangerous. But the money they make from the t-shirt sales goes toward the towns they visit. Food, water, clothes. They use that money to help people, not themselves. Plus, they collect data as they chase the storms. They then use that data to be able to predict future storms. Another thing they do to try and help people in the future."
"The only thing worse than that is a daughter abandoning her own family tradition," Mom sighed.
"Wow," I said under my breath.
Tyler reached over and grabbed my hand under the table. I took a shaky breath as my mom started her usual lecture. "Our farm has been in our family for generations, Y/N."
"I know that, Mom."
"And yet, you want to leave it all behind," she continued.
"I can take over the farm after Dad retires," Riley tried to help.
This is why I love my younger sister. She was incredibly loyal. She never had an issue with my dream of opening a bookshop. She actually makes jokes about opening a bakery in my shop and splitting the profits with me. I loved that idea, but we both knew my parents would never allow that.
"That's not tradition," Mom said automatically. "Tradition is the oldest."
"And besides," my dad joined, "you have your bakery dream."
I rolled my eyes at how hypocritical this all was. My parents have never had an issue with Riley running away from the farm and following her dream. But my dream?
"No family should force their child to give up her dream," Tyler said suddenly. I looked over at him with wide eyes. I thought he was done there, but it seemed like he was far from done. I started to say something, but he squeezed my hand. "Especially since there are other ways for your family farm to continue without forcing your daughter to stay."
"Tyler," I whispered, but my father cut me off.
"How?" He scoffed. "Sell it?"
"No," Tyler said simply. He looked at me as he said, "Your daughter could marry a man who loves her very much and would happily run your family's farm so she can follow her dream of opening a bookstore in town."
"A man willing to give up his career of tornado chasing to take over another man's family farm?" My father baited. Tyler looked away from me and straight at my father.
"Yes, sir," Tyler said instantly. "If it means that my girl gets to fulfill her dream, she has it with my full support. Even if that means giving up my current career."
I held my breath as I waited for my father's response, but he didn't say anything. He just leaned back in his seat and studied Tyler. Finally, my father cleared his throat.
"It would take a lot for a man to trust another man to take over his farm."
"I understand," Tyler nodded. "I grew up on a farm, sir. I know the ins and outs. But in order to run your farm, I'd have to stick around and see how you do things."
"Stick around?" My father challenged.
"Yes, sir," he nodded. "Stick around and help you around the farm so I can learn from you."
The longer Tyler talked to my father, the more I fell in love with him. I glanced at my father to see him slowly take a drink of his beer. He didn't say anything else on the matter. He just nodded.
My sister broke the tension-filled silence by asking my mom about some ingredients for a new dessert. My dad pretended to pay attention to Riley's recipe, but I could tell he was watching Tyler and me. I didn't care.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Tyler smiled before turning toward me.
"Did you mean it?" I whispered.
He reached up with his hand that wasn't holding mine and gently grabbed my chin.
"Absolutely," he whispered. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. We broke it when my mom and sister stood up. Tyler and I stood up and instantly started helping.
"Don't worry about that," my mom smiled. "Y/N, why don't you give him a tour of the farm? Riley will help me clean the table."
Tyler instantly took my hand and pulled me away. We walked away from the house, walking closer and closer to each other the further we got from the house.
I took him to my favorite spot on the property. It's toward the edge of our land. I hung a hammock between two trees.
"This is awesome," Tyler smiled as we laid next to each other on it.
"It's my favorite place," I said, leaning on his chest. "I came out here all the time in high school. I'd bring a book and sit here for hours."
"It's the perfect place for that," he said, tightening his arms around me.
We swung for a little while, not talking about anything. Soon, I had to talk about his conversation with my father.
"I thought you wouldn't stop chasing until there was no such thing as tornadoes," I whispered. My comment made him laugh.
"Your dad was right," he said. "My job is dangerous and I hate that there is even the slightest risk that I won't make it home to you."
"Giving everything that you've done, everything that you've worked for, up to take over my family farm? That's a lot to sacrifice, Ty."
"I know," he shrugged. "You're worth it."
"I feel selfish," I said under my breath. Tyler sat up, bringing me with him.
"Why do you feel selfish, darling?"
"Because you're walking away from your dream," I said like it was obvious.
"Chasing wasn't my dream," he smiled at me. "It was something I enjoyed doing."
"Then what was your dream?"
"My dream," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "only consists of one thing."
"What's that?" I asked, noticing that we were slowly leaning in.
"A woman I would do anything and everything for," he confessed. "A woman I wouldn't hesitate to help, protect, care for. A woman I cared for more than I cared for myself. A woman I would happily change my career for if it meant you got to follow your dream of opening up a bookstore."
"I can't believe you'd do that for me," I said, my voice softer than before.
Tyler leaned in and gently kissed me. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. "I'd do anything for you, darling."
"But you love chasing."
"I do," he nodded, tightening his arms around me. He paused before adding, "I love you more."
Tears filled my eyes as I studied him. When I looked into his eyes, I only saw love.
"I love you more than I love books."
"Wow," he chuckled. "I'm honored."
I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. He instantly started kissing me back. As our lips moved in sync, we slowly laid back into the hammock.
"I told you, darling," Tyler chuckled, breaking the kiss. "Nothing they do or say could ever drive me away from you."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 11 days ago
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*Intimacy Nerves Part 2 – Glen Powell
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Part 1
Warning: body insecurity, gentle sex, protected, baby girl kink, slight teasing, language
"You don't believe me," he whispered. "Guess I'll just have to show you."
My breath got stuck in my throat when he leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered closed as I hesitantly kissed him back.
Our lips moved in sync as Glen wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. The insecurities I had melted away as our lips moved rougher and rougher in sync. They instantly came back when he reached up with one of his hands and started to take off one of my straps.
I broke the kiss and looked away from him. He reached up and gently grabbed my chin.
"I thought I already told you," he whispered. "You are beautiful and don't need to be embarrassed in front of me."
"But I'm not the kind of girl you usually go out with," I said under my breath.
"You're right," he nodded. My heart jumped into my throat. I looked away again, but he stopped me. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling me in close. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine.
"You're right," he tried again. "You're not like the girls I usually go out with. But the girls I usually go out with are drunken one-night stands. That's all they are. The girl who makes it past that has to mean more to me. You do. You are not one-night stand material, Y/N. You mean so much more to me."
I gasped, turning into a moan when he pressed his lips back to mine. I grabbed his waist and brought him closer to me. Without breaking the kiss, Glen led us over to the couch. I was about to lie down, but he broke the kiss and stopped me.
Neither one of us looked away. He started to reach for my strap until I stopped him. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when I reached up and grabbed both my straps. We kept our eye contact as I slowly took off my skin-colored swimsuit.
I felt like my heart was in my throat as my swimsuit pooled at my feet. Time froze as I was on display for Glen. I held my breath as his eyes scanned my naked body. He smiled and took a step closer to me once his eyes had returned to mine.
"Beautiful," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "Absolutely beautiful."
Glen grabbed my face and roughly kissed me. I threw my arms around him, my insecurities completely gone as I gave in to my desire for him that I've had for too long.
Without breaking the kiss, Glen leaned down and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my face burning as I felt myself pressed up against his bare abs.
We finally broke apart when Glen laid us down on the couch, hovering over me. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but lust. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I decided to tell him.
"I want you," I whispered. "Please, Glen."
"You can have all of me, Y/N," he whispered, making me shiver.
He gave me a messy kiss before climbing off me. I was tempted to cover myself, but fought it. I sat up on my elbows and watched as he took off his nude swimsuit. My face burned when he grabbed a condom out of his wallet and walked back over to me. I slowly laid back down as he crawled back on top of me, pausing when he was straddling my hips.
"On one condition," he teased.
"What?" I barely got out. My breath got stuck in my throat when he slowly laid back down. I started to moan but cut myself off with a gasp when he pressed himself to my thigh. I closed my eyes and held back a louder moan again when he slightly rubbed his crotch against my bare thigh.
He waited for my eyes to open before saying through a moan of his own, "I get to have all of you."
The moan finally slipped out. When it did, Glen smirked. He purposefully moved his hips against my thigh, making me slightly arch my back.
"Say it," he whispered. "Tell me I get to have all of you. Better yet, tell me to take you. Right here and right now."
My eyes closed again when he started gliding his hand up and down my right arm. I gasped and fully arched my back when his hand slipped off my arm and brushed against my chest.
"Glen," I gasped.
"Tell me, baby girl," he pushed. I moaned when he wrapped his hand around my breast. When he squeezed, it was the most erotic moment of my life.
"Take me," I begged with a shaky voice. "Please, Glen. Take me."
"Right here, right now?" He teased.
I opened my eyes and whispered, "Right fucking now."
"You got it," he growled. He didn't let go of my breast as he roughly pressed his lips to mine. As we kissed, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. He bit my bottom lip whenever I pulled on his hair.
He tore his lips away from mine and reattached them to my neck. I let out moans as he sucked on my skin, leaving hickies behind. As he explored my body, I grabbed his waist. I smirked when he quietly gasped as my cold hands touched his skin. He allowed me to move his hips. He bit my collarbone when I pushed his hips against mine.
"What do you want from me?" He whispered, his lips still against my skin.
"Show me," I begged.
"Show you what?" He asked as he switched to my other side. I grabbed his face and brought his lips back to mine. I felt him smirk against my lips as he kissed me back. 
"Show me," I moaned in between kisses, "that I'm beautiful."
He cut me off by pushing himself into me. I arched my back, a loud moan breaking our kiss at the new pressure. I bit his lip, telling him to keep going. He responded by pulling out and pushing back into me. I moaned as our hips danced and our lips messily moved in sync.
We continued to devour each other as we fell into our newfound rhythm. Our rhythm soon became rougher. The rougher he moved his hips against mine, the messier our kiss. The messier our kiss, the louder my moans. I would've kept getting louder if Glen hadn't stopped me.
Glen went to break the kiss, but kept my bottom lip between his teeth a little too long. "Fucking hell, Glen," I moaned once he had let go.
He quickly attached his lips to my jaw. I turned my head to give him better access as more moans left my lips.
"Keep going, Glen," I begged. "Please, baby."
"As much as I love hearing you," he moaned into my ear, "you gotta try and keep quiet, baby girl. There are a lot of people running around on set. It would be a shame to have to end things earlier than either one of us wants because of a pesky interruption."
"Fuck no," I whispered. I don't know where my sudden confidence or guts came from, but we had suddenly switched positions. With a smirk on my lips, I roughly brought my hips down to his.
"Oh, Y/N," he groaned as he instantly grabbed my hips. His eyes were glued to my bare chest as I moved on top of him.
"What's the matter, baby?" I purred. With a smirk on my lips, I roughly brought my hips down to his.
"Fuck!" He yelled as he arched his hips up. His eyes fluttered closed as I started to ride him. I grabbed his shoulders for stability, not bothering to be gentle with my nails.
The longer I rode him, the harder it was to breathe. I didn't care. All I cared about was watching him and seeing his reaction to me.
"Damn, I like being in control," I whispered into his ear. I didn't pull away. Instead, I attached my lips to his ear and nibbled on his lobe.
"I have to ask," I moaned after a few more rides. "Is this doing anything for you?"
He answered with a loud, "Fuck, Y/N!"
"Do you like this, baby?" I smirked, my confidence building.
"Keep going!" He moaned a little too loudly.
"What did you say about keeping quiet?" I teased through my breathing that came out more like gasps.
"I can't remember," he stuttered.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He instantly grabbed my face, deepening the kiss as I kept dancing on top of him. We took turns moaning each other's names as we pushed each other further and further.
Right when I was about to give in, Glen rolled us over until he was hovering over me. It didn't take us much to finally push each other over the edge. When we did, we each moaned out the other's name.
I gasped when Glen carefully pulled out of me. He stayed hovering over me for a second before lying down next to me. My eyes fluttered closed as he wrapped his arm around my waist. We instantly relaxed into each other's arms, him hugging me from behind. The only thing you could hear was us breathing heavily.
"I sure as hell hope that you believe me now," he whispered, tightening his arms around me.
"I do," I said, matching his tone. I rolled toward him and shyly looked up at him. He was smiling down at me with what looked like hope in his eyes.
"Say it," he begged. "Say it for me."
I pressed my hands to his chest and slowly dragged them up and down. I lazily wrapped my arms around his neck, purposefully pressing my chest to his.
I lifted my head and pressed my lips delicately to his. He kissed me back as he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. I broke the kiss and slightly sat up. His hands slide down my back, stopping right above my ass.
"I need to hear you say it, baby," he whispered, practically begging me.
"Fine," I smirked. "I am beautiful."
"Hell yeah, you are."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 12 days ago
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Intimacy Nerves Part 1 – Glen Powell
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The longer I looked at myself in the mirror, the harder it was to stop my tears. I quickly tied the robe around my body. I sat down on the couch in my trailer and allowed a few tears to fall.
For the last two months, I've been working on a Netflix movie with Glen Powell. We were about to start filming our intimate scenes. Our characters start in the shower and make their way to the bed. To keep both of us covered and comfortable, the shower scene was filmed with us wearing skin-colored swimsuits.
Even though the swimsuit covers my body, you can still see every stretch mark, every cellulite roll, and too many of my imperfections.
The thought of Glen seeing me, completely vulnerable, made the tears stream down my face faster. He wasn't a stranger to me. We worked on a TV show together years ago. Since then, we've seen each other around. But this? This is going to force both of us to open up a lot more than we've ever opened up to each other.
I took a shaky breath as I struggled to calm down. I jumped, letting out an involuntary shriek when someone knocked on my trailer door.
"Y/N?" Glen called out as he knocked again. "It's just me. You decent?"
"No," I mumbled to myself. I took a shaky breath before answering him louder, "Yep. Come on in."
I took another calming breath and put on my best fake smile, but it didn't fool him. He walked into my trailer in his matching dark blue robe and smiled softly at me as he closed the door behind him.
"I just wanted to come check on you before our scene," he said, studying me.
"Why?" I asked, subconsciously wrapping my arms around myself. Glen sighed and walked over to me. He gently took my hands in his and studied my eyes for a moment.
"Talk to me," he said under his breath.
"Nothing to talk about," I tried to shrug off.
"Y/N," he whispered, "I saw you when you got to set today."
"And?"
"And I saw how uncomfortable you were," he said, pulling me slightly closer to him. "You were uncomfortable walking into the costume trailer and even more so when you were walking out of the costume trailer. It wasn't hard to figure out that you're uncomfortable with the scenes we're shooting today."
I had to look away from his sweet, understanding eyes. I pulled my hands out of his and turned away from him. Once my back was to him, I wrapped my arms around myself.
"Why are you uncomfortable?" He gently asked.
"I'm not," I lied.
"Come on, Y/N," he said softly as he walked around so he was in front of me. "Talk to me. Why are you uncomfortable?"
"I'm not uncomfortable, Glen," I continued to lie.
I subconsciously rubbed my arms. Glen saw it and mumbled. "Oh."
"What?" I asked.
"You're not just uncomfortable," he said, studying me. "You're embarrassed, aren't you?"
I answered by looking away from him. I bit my bottom lip, struggling to force down the tears.
"You do not need to be embarrassed, Y/N," he whispered as he reached over and grabbed my hands. "You're beautiful."
I couldn't stop the scoff that escaped my lips. When I looked at him, I saw that my scoff made his smile fall. "Y/N, you are beautiful," he tried to tell me again.
"You don't need to do this," I sighed.
"Do what?"
"Come on," I said, gently pulling my hands out of his hold and wrapping my arms around myself. I felt my face burn when Glen's eyes drifted down to my arms. When he looked up at me, realization flashed across his face.
"Y/N, are you embarrassed about the scene, or are you embarrassed about doing the scene with me?"
My answer got stuck in my throat as he looked deeply into my eyes. The longer I was silent, the more he answered it for me.
"You're embarrassed by me?"
"No," I said quickly. "Glen, it's not. . . Well, it is, but not the way you think."
"Please talk to me," he said, his voice dropping.
"Look at us," I said, the tension thickening with every word. "Look at you and then look at me."
"I don't understand," he stuttered.
I sighed as I gathered my courage and the right words to clarify things for him.
"The most unrealistic thing about our movie is that a guy like you falls for a girl like me."
"Y/N," he said, my name getting caught in his throat. "There is nothing unrealistic about that."
"Yes, there is," I said, tears filling my eyes. "I know every chubby little girl wants to believe the movies where the chubby girl gets the gorgeous guy. But that's not real. Guys want a tall, skinny, athletic, drop-dead gorgeous girl. Not one that. . . looks like me."
"Y/N. . ."
"Glen," I cut him off, "I have never been the kind of girl that guys are tripping over themselves to get to. I have been nothing but ignored and overlooked my entire life. That is, until the rumor spread around my high school that I had landed a role in a major Hollywood movie. Then every girl pretended to be my best friend, and every guy pretended to be madly in love with me. That's what hurt the most: guys lying about having feelings for me. It didn't end there. When my career took off, the only reason guys were 'interested' in me was because of what my career could do for theirs. Nothing more."
Glen closed the gap between us and grabbed my hands, unwrapping my arms from around me.
"With all due respect, Y/N, that's bullshit."
"No, it's not," I stuttered. "That's how it's always been."
"That's how it was in high school," he corrected. "That's not how it is now."
"But. . ."
"Whether you believe me or not," he smiled, "you are absolutely beautiful."
"You really believe that, don't you?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
"I do. I really do. Beauty is so much more than looks," he said, not breaking our intense staring contest. "Beauty is intensified when combined with other aspects."
"What kind of aspects?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
"It depends," he smiled. "But for you? Your beauty is intensified by how funny you are, how sweet you are, how willing you are to help other people. Y/N, you could be covered in scars and boils, and you'd still be beautiful."
I nervously chuckled as I looked down at our feet. Glen took another step toward me and gently lifted my chin.
"I have an idea," he whispered. "What if we took off our robes and showed each other our skin-colored swimsuits right now. Just us. No cameras. No assistants. No directors. Just you and me, completely private in your trailer. If we show each other now, we won't feel uncomfortable when we film the scene."
I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to fight my insecurities. Glen was looking at me so sweetly that it made me feel like I was melting.
"I don't know," I stuttered. "I just. . ."
"I will not judge you," he said firmly. "I will not laugh at you. I will not be grossed out by you. I will not think you are anything but beautiful. All I need you to do is trust me when I say you're beautiful."
When I still didn't agree, he whispered, "I hate thinking that you're embarrassed around me. That is the last thing I want, Y/N. Please don't be embarrassed about your beautiful body around me."
"Okay," I finally whispered.
"Okay?" He asked, taking a slight step away from me. I could see the hope in his eyes building.
"Okay," I repeated. "We can. . . We can show each other."
"Great," he smiled widely. "If it helps, I can go first."
"I think that would be a good idea," I said, slightly looking away from him. I looked back, and it was clear that he waited for me to do so before taking off his robe. As it fell to the floor, I refused to look down. He caught on to that, too.
"It's okay, Y/N," he smiled. "You can look down. I'll warn you, though, I look like a Ken doll down there."
A small giggle escaped, and, for a brief second, I saw relief flash across his eyes. My face burned when I glanced down at him. When I looked back, I asked, "You're perfectly comfortable right now, aren't you?"
"Pretty much," he shrugged with a chuckle. His smile slightly fell. "Alright. Your turn."
I knew this was coming, but my hands started shaking when Glen acknowledged it was my turn. I looked down and shakily grabbed the tie around my waist. I couldn't get myself to undo the tie.
"It's alright, Y/N," Glen whispered. "I promise that nothing bad or negative will happen when you take that off. You might be embarrassed when you do, but I promise that I will do whatever it takes to make sure that lasts for only a second."
My breath got caught in my throat when Glen reached over and grabbed the tie, his hands on top of mine.
"Would it be easier if I helped?" He asked. Before I could really think about his offer, I nodded.
He smiled sweetly at me and started to pull the tie slowly. As he did, neither one of us looked away from the other's eyes. As soon as the tie was undone, I felt the front of my robe open up. I held my breath as I allowed my robe to fall off my shoulders and pool at my feet. For a second, Glen held my eye contact. When his eyes started to drift down my body, I closed my eyes.
"Y/N," he whispered. "Open your eyes for me. Please."
"Hand me my robe and I'll open my eyes."
"Y/N, I need you to see the look in my eyes when I say this," he whispered as I heard him take a step closer to me. I slowly opened my eyes to see him inches from me.
"There we go," he whispered with a smile on his face. The look in his eyes got too much. All insecurities swarmed around me the longer he stared at me. I started to lean down to grab my robe, but Glen grabbed my wrist to stop me.
"You don't need to cover yourself in front of me, Y/N," he said, his voice so soft that it sent a shiver down my spine. I held my breath but didn't close my eyes when he looked me up and down again. When his eyes returned to mine, he was smiling. "Please believe me when I say that you are beautiful."
I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to agree with him. When I didn't, he took a step closer to me. He reached up and gently held my face in his hand.
"You don't believe me," he whispered. "Guess I'll just have to show you."
Part 2 🌶
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allthingsfangirl101 · 15 days ago
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Any Man – Gary Johnson
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The second I walked out of work, I felt eyes on me. I fixed the strap of my bag and ignored the feeling. I kept my head down and quickly walked down the street to the bus stop. The thought of sitting out in the open and waiting for the bus with that feeling hovering over me caused me to keep walking.
I wasn't sure where I was going, but I walked faster when I got a glimpse of a guy who took every turn and crossed every street that I did. As the panic rose, it got harder to stay calm. I gasped as I tucked into the nearest store. It took a second for me to realize where I was - a diner not too far from the grocery store.
I looked around, trying to find a way out. I saw couples, groups of friends, and families eating together. There was one booth where a man my age was sitting by himself. I checked over my shoulder to see the guy walking straight toward the diner. I gasped and ran, sitting at the booth with the guy my age.
"Umm, hi," he said with a small smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. Instantly, his whole demeanor changed.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Not really," I stuttered. "There's a guy who's been following me since I left work. I didn't want him to follow me to the bus stop, so I kept walking. I walked in here, but he's still outside. I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch but. . . Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend or my date?"
Just then, the diner door opened. I slowly looked over my shoulder to see the guy from outside, and I couldn't stop my gasp. When I looked back at the guy whose lunch I crashed, I saw him watching the guy. He looked back at me, and I saw his eyes slightly softening.
My heart jumped into my throat when the guy stood up. For a second, I thought he was going to leave. But he didn't. He walked over to my side of the booth and sat next to me. My breath got caught in my throat when he threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him.
He leaned in and whispered, "Everything is going to be okay."
"I appreciate you doing this," I whispered, my hands shaking. With his free hand, he reached over and grabbed mine.
"Any guy would," he smiled. His eyes sank when he saw me look over our shoulders, toward the guy. "Hey," he said as he grabbed my chin and made me look back at him. "I got you."
"But. . ."
"I won't let him touch you," he said. "I promise."
Without looking away from his eyes, I nodded. The peace I felt staring at him didn't last long. My hands started to shake again when the guy sat at the counter, his eyes on us.
"He's watching us," I whispered. The guy next to me looked down and saw me shaking. He didn't hesitate to pull me into his chest. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms.
"Good," the guy whispered. "Then he'll see that you're taken."
Without opening my eyes, I felt him slightly turn around. I pulled out of our embrace when he turned back from looking at the guy. I held my breath when he reached up and cupped my face in his hand.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
Before I could really think about it, I nodded. He smiled before slowly leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back. It felt like we kissed for ages, but it was probably just a few seconds.
When he broke the kiss, he looked behind us. I saw his eyes darken when he saw the stalker still watching us. He turned back toward me and smiled.
"Don't go anywhere."
"Where are you going?" I stuttered.
"I'll be right back," he said instead of answering my question. He gave me another kiss before standing up. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as the guy stood up and walked away. My eyes followed him as he walked across the diner, toward the guy. I watched, frozen as he leaned against the counter with his eyes only on the guy.
I couldn't hear what they were saying. I could only see the other guy's facial expression slowly drop. Soon, fear filled his eyes. He stood up and said something back, but that was a mistake. I gasped, covering my mouth when my hero grabbed the guy's arm and forced his face onto the counter.
My hero leaned down and whispered something into the guy's ear. He then roughly pulled him up and shoved him toward the door. I watched as he pointed toward the door and said something. Once the guy was gone, I felt like I could slowly breathe again.
He fixed his jacket before turning around. His eyes instantly found me, and he smiled. I felt like my heart was beating against my chest as he walked back to the booth. As he sat across from me, I realized that when he looked at me, he had a completely different look on his face than when he looked at the creepy guy.
"Sorry about that, darlin'," he smirked.
"What did you say to him?" I asked, my voice soft.
"Nothing," the man shrugged. The look on my face made him laugh. "Alright," he smirked. "I may or may not have gone into specific detail about what I would do if I caught him following my girl again."
"Do I want to know those details?"
"Probably not."
We held each other's gaze for a few beats. The longer we stared at each other, the more I realized that out of all the people in the diner, I definitely chose the right table.
"You know," he smirked, "I have no idea what your name is, gorgeous."
"Y/N."
"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The way he said my name gave me butterflies. "I'm Gary."
"Pleasure to meet you, Gary," I threw his words back at him.
"So," he smiled as he leaned his elbows on the table, "tell me about yourself, Y/N."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 18 days ago
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From Now On – Glen Powell
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I took the test several times. Even after a doctor confirmed it, I still couldn't accept it. To be honest, that night constantly replayed in my mind. My dreams were filled with what we did that night. My thoughts were filled with how he made me feel.
As amazing as that night was, it ruined a lifelong friendship. Well, maybe it didn't ruin it, but it definitely complicated things.
Glen and I have been best friends since we were 5. We were inseparable until he got his first acting role. When his career first started, he'd come home in between projects.
As it started to kick off, he didn't come home as much. When he did, he made sure to make time for me. He'd come over and we'd spend all day watching movies, ordering food, and catching up. We'd talk all night until we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
The last time Glen was in town, he was dealing with his most recent breakup. I tried to help him not think about things, but it didn't work. So, we went to the nearest bar and drank for several hours. When we could barely walk, we got in a cab and went back to my place. Somewhere along the way, we didn't hold back.
I remember everything about that night. I remember how it felt when we kissed. I remember how soft his hands were as they explored my body. I remember the chills he caused as his lips touched my skin. I remember the moment we both gave in.
I also remember waking up to his phone ringing. I remember the feeling of my stomach sinking when he got out of bed and started getting dressed. I remember how I felt as I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.
I remember him walking back to the bed and sitting on the edge next to me. I remember how gently he lifted my chin. I remember how he held onto my chin as he leaned in and delicately kissed me. I remember him promising to call me.
I don't, however, remember him calling me.
A few weeks went by, and I started to feel weird. I was nauseous, uncomfortable, and easily irritated. After I was late, I panicked. I ran to the nearest pharmacy and bought three tests. Even after going to my OBGYN, I still didn't fully believe it.
I was pregnant with Glen's baby.
After I found out - and I finished freaking out - I tried calling him. I called him over a dozen times. I left messages, begging for him to call me back. But he never did. So, I decided to do this on my own.
Seven months after Glen and I crossed the line we can never uncross, I was walking out of my latest baby check-up when I bumped into someone I was kind of hoping I wouldn't see.
"Y/N?"
I held my breath as I turned around. The second I did, Leslie's eyes widened. "Oh my. You're pregnant! Congratulations! I didn't know that you were dating anyone. I thought. . ."
I subconsciously put my hands on my belly. I cleared my throat and looked away from her.
"Y/N," she whispered as she took a step closer to me. "How far along are you?"
"7 months," I whispered.
"Oh," she gasped. I watched as her eyes widened. "It's his, isn't it?" I opened and closed my mouth, unable to answer her. "Y/N, are you pregnant with Glen's baby?"
I felt like I couldn't breathe when she asked me that. I didn't have to say anything. The tears in my eyes must have given it away. Instead of waiting for me to answer, she took a step forward and wrapped me in her arms.
"Does he know?" She asked with her arms still wrapped around me.
"I tried to tell him," I said through my soft sobs, "but he never called me back!"
When the rougher sob escaped, she tightened her arms around me. "Let's sit down," she whispered as she led me to a nearby bench. Once we sat down, she kept her arms wrapped around me.
"I'm sorry he never called you back," she whispered. "Do you want me to call him and tell him to call you or. . ."
"No!" I gasped, quickly pulling out of our hug. "Please, no. Leslie, you can't call your brother. You can't tell him. Please. Promise me you won't tell him. It shouldn't come from you. It should come from me. And I know I should've worked harder to get through to him. But eventually, I had to stop focusing on chasing Glen and start focusing on the baby. Right? I'm a mother now. My baby needs to be my whole world, have my whole focus. Even. . . Even if I have to do this alone."
"You don't," she gently cut me off as she grabbed my hands. "You're not alone in this, Y/N. Even though Glen is away a lot for work, you've got all of us. You're not alone."
"I'm not?" I asked, my voice breaking. She reached up and gently moved some hair out of my face.
She rewrapped her arms around me. "You're not alone," she whispered as she started rubbing my back. "We've got you, honey."
"I know I need to tell Glen," I whimpered. "It's just been so long. He's going to be so angry with me for not telling him."
"No, he won't," she gently pushed. "Glen could never be angry with you. He might be upset for a little while that he didn't know right away, but he'll be excited."
"Excited?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"Of course," she chuckled. "Honey, the one thing my brother wants more than anything is a family."
"But with me?"
"Y/N, you don't know this," she said with a smile, "but Glen has loved you all his life."
"He what?" I stuttered.
"He's loved you all his life," she repeated. "He's been in love with you since you got scared during the haunted house in middle school, and you clung onto him. He told me that he felt like your hero that night. And he didn't want to ever not feel like your hero. So, I know that when he finds out that you're pregnant with his baby, he is going to be so excited."
"You really think so?"
"Oh, honey," she sighed. "I know so." She paused before gently adding, "But you need to tell him."
"I know," I whispered. "And I will. I just. . . Have to find the right words."
"And when you do?" She asked. I looked at her, well aware that what I was about to say wasn't as easy as it sounded. She knew it, too. She probably also knew that it would take a lot of courage to do it. Courage that I wasn't sure I had.
"I'll call him."
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I didn't fully believe Leslie when she said she wouldn't tell her brother about the baby. It was clear that she had, in fact, called her brother when I answered the door a few days later, thinking it was the pizza deliveryman. It wasn't.
"Glen," I gasped. I was frozen as I stared at him. His eyes slowly fell to my 7-month belly. When he looked back up at me, there were tears in his eyes.
"Hi," he chuckled awkwardly. "I know it's been a while, but Leslie told me I really needed to talk to you. She kept pushing me to call you. I thought she was crazy and overthinking something. Clearly. . . Clearly, she was right to be so pushy."
I held my breath as he slowly reached forward. The tears burned my eyes as he placed his hands delicately on my belly.
"Is it a girl or a boy?"
His question was soft, so soft it was almost a whisper.
"A son," I answered. "You have a son, Glen."
His eyes lit up. In the blink of an eye, he let go of my belly and pulled me into his chest. The second I was wrapped tightly in his arms, the tears started streaming down my face.
"I'm so sorry, Glen," I sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry."
Glen gently shushed me. Without unwrapping his arms from around me, he led me back inside. He closed the door behind us and made sure to lock it. I was still silently sobbing as he led us over to the couch.
We sat down and finally pulled out of our tight embrace. He reached up to move some hair out of my face, but I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I was all of a sudden hit with all the guilt I've been pushing down for the last 7 months. And it felt like I was drowning.
"There are some things I think we need to talk about, Y/N," he tried to joke. I closed my eyes, struggling to calm myself down. Glen gently grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I tried," I said, my answer getting caught in my throat.
"What do you mean?" He asked, slowly letting go of my face. 
"I called you," I confessed. "I called you right after I took the test. Well, tests. And then I called you again after I went to my OBGYN. I left you a lot of messages, begging you to call me back. The only reason I didn't leave it in a voicemail or a text was because it wasn't something you should hear that way."
"Oh," he whispered as he looked away. Without looking at me, he reached over and grabbed my hands. He squeezed as he looked back up at me and mumbled, "I suddenly remember all the missed calls I never returned. I am so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for you to go through any of this alone. I should've called you back. Please forgive me."
"Of course," I stuttered. "Wait. . . You're not. . . You're not angry with me?"
"Angry with you?" He repeated. "Why would I be angry with you, darling?"
"Because. . . I found out I was pregnant and didn't tell you."
"To be fair," he smiled, "you tried. I was the one who forgot to call you back. But I promise, from now on, I will never forget to call you back. In fact, I will make sure I always answer your phone calls."
He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. I grabbed his face and deepened the kiss. Silent tears streamed down my face as we kissed - something I have wanted to do since the morning he left 7 months ago.
Glen broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. I smiled when he slightly rubbed his nose against mine. When he leaned back, I saw sadness in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Were you really going to raise our baby alone?"
"Well, yes," I shrugged. "I didn't really have a choice."
"You do," he said, his voice nothing but serious. "And so do I."
"Glen. . ."
"You have been pregnant on your own for 7 months," he continued, "but you're no longer alone. From now on, you are not alone."
"That's good to hear," I whispered. He smiled as he reached up and cupped my face.
"Y/N," he whispered. "I love you. I always have. And now, I love our son. Which means you and our son are going to be the reason I am never going to be unreachable. I will always be here for you both."
"I love you, too," I whispered as I reached up and gently grabbed the wrist of his hand that was still holding my face. I put my other hand gently on my belly. Glen soon placed his free hand on top of mine. "We both do."
Without letting go, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as I kissed him back. That moan turned into a giggle when he gently laid us down. He laid next to me, with his hand delicately on my belly. Before we could get too into the kiss, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Glen pouted as he broke the kiss. "And how dare they interrupt a family reunion?"
"It's the pizza I ordered before you got here," I chuckled.
"Oh," he smirked. "I could eat. What'd you order us?"
"This baby has done nothing but crave meat lovers."
Glen laughed as he stood up. He didn't go to the front door right away. Instead, he leaned down and kissed my belly.
"That's my boy."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 19 days ago
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Could you give me tips on how to write for Glen Powell’s characters? I am thinking about trying to write for his characters recently
Main thing is to watch the things he’s done. Some times when I’m stuck, I’ll look through imagine prompts on this app. Anything to spark an idea.
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allthingsfangirl101 · 19 days ago
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Can I request a Glen Powell request where him and the reader do the Titanic moment while they are on their honeymoon. If you don’t take requests that’s fine.
I’ll see what I can do. 😉 I’ll make sure to tag you when I post it.
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allthingsfangirl101 · 20 days ago
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Better Than Revenge – Jake Seresin
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The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And, I had it all. I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you could say sabotage
Jake Seresin and I went through the Naval academy, time on a Navy ship, and the Top Gun program together. You'd think that two pilots who have been through so much together we'd be as thick as thieves.
Not us.
Instead, we've been extremely competitive, nonstop snarky, and constantly messing with each other. Outsiders think that we need to get a room and have our way with each other. To be honest, that wasn't the worst idea, but I never let myself think about it for too long. Seresin and I would never work. We only bring out the worst in each other.
Phoenix and I walked into the bar and instantly walked up to Penny to order a drink.
"Uh oh."
"What?" I asked, not turning around.
"You're not gonna like who's here on girls' night," Phoenix said with a small chuckle. I turned around, and my eyes instantly landed on Seresin.
"Well well well!" Payback laughed as he leaned against the pool table. "What are you girls doing here?"
"Don't you remember?" Seresin mocked. "It's Girls' Night."
"I want to be a part of girls' night," Fanboy smirked as he tried to flirt with us.
"Fanboy, I am only going to say this one more time," I said slowly. "Not unless hell freezes over."
I patted his face a couple of times, but the last one was a little harder. I turned around and grabbed mine and Phoenix's drinks from Penny.
"Let's go outside," I said, making a face. "The whole point of Girls' Night is to be away from these asses."
Phoenix laughed as she grabbed her drink from me and we walked outside. We hung out for a little while before heading back into the bar. The second we did, Seresin's eyes landed on me.
"How's it going, Blue Jay?" Bob asked as he walked over and ordered himself another drink.
"It would be better if you boys weren't crashing our Girls' Night," I smirked, slowly sipping my drink.
"Wasn't my idea," he said, instantly putting his hands up in defense.
"I've got a question," Coyote said, joining us, "what do you girls even do on Girls' Night?"
"We hang out, just the two of us," I shrugged. "Then we flirt with other Navy guys and get them to buy us drinks."
"You ever go home with any of them?" He asked, slightly leaning in.
"You jealous, Coyote?" I taunted.
"I might know someone who would be," he laughed, turning away from me. Confusion flooded me when I followed his eyes to see him staring at Seresin. Coyote glanced back at me and quickly walked away. When I turned toward Bob, he instantly tried to walk away.
"Not so fast, Bobby-Boy," I said, catching his arm. "Earlier, you said that coming to the bar and crashing our Girls' Night wasn't your idea."
His eyes widened. "I didn't mean. . ." He stuttered. I turned toward him and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Whose idea was it to come tonight?" I asked.
"No one," he mumbled.
"Robert," I elongated his name. "Whose idea was it to crash Girls' Night?"
For a second, his eyes glanced at Seresin. When he looked back at me, he opened and closed his mouth, unable to find his words.
"Was it Hangman's idea to come here and crash Girls' Night?"
"I really don't want to get in between you guys," he said, shaking his head.
"You already are," I said, making my voice slightly more threatening. I took a step toward him and lowered my voice. "Who are you more afraid of, Bobby? Seresin? Or me?"
"You," he whispered.
"Good," I smiled. "Now, answer the question."
"Yes," he said, his voice barely audible. "It was Seresin's idea to come here. He knew you and Phoenix would be here and thought it would be fun to. . ."
"To what?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"To intervene."
"What?!"
"Only if some guys wouldn't leave you alone," he tried to correct quickly. "He said we should come and protect you guys. He didn't say anything about ruining your night. He made it seem like we would just be. . ."
"Bob?"
"Yes?"
"Walk away."
He didn't argue with me. He put his head down and walked away. I leaned against the bar, my eyes shooting daggers at Seresin as he and Payback played pool. As I took a sip of my drink, Seresin looked up at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he made his shot.
I didn't bother to roll my eyes because that would've taken effort. Instead, I found the only other person who was just as annoyed by Seresin as I was. I walked over and got a little too cozy with Rooster. The entire time Rooster and I played darts overly flirtatiously, Seresin watched us.
At the end of the night, I took a cab by myself back to the ship. As I got ready for bed, all I could think about was Jake's obvious attempt to ruin the night.
Who the hell did he think he was? Phoenix and I were surrounded by guys all the time. We take one night a week to go out as just girls. The other guys had no problem with it, so why did he? That curiosity was still there when I woke up.
"Hi, Y/N," Jake said as I walked into the garage where we kept our planes. "How was your night last night?"
I froze and put out my arm, stopping him, too.
"Knock it off."
"What?" He laughed.
"I know what you did last night, Seresin," I said, moving so I was standing directly in front of him.
"I don't," he shrugged. He tried to step around me, but I countered his move.
"Stop getting in the way."
"Y/N, I don't know what you think is going on but. . ."
"There's no reason to block something you don't even want."
I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum She underestimated just who she was stealing from
* * * * *
After Jake got in the way the other night, I had a plan to make sure he wasn't even around to get in the way. I walked into the bar and instantly found Payback. He was sitting at the bar, drinking with Seresin. I walked over and sat on the bar stool next to Payback.
"Hey," I said, "you want to know something?"
"Always," Payback laughed.
"I have never played pool."
"Want me to teach you?" He smirked.
"You'd be my hero," I smirked back. Payback jumped off his bar stool and turned toward me with his hand held out to me.
"My lady," he bowed.
"What a gentleman," I cooed. I took his hand and let him pull me off my bar stool. As we walked away, I couldn't help but turn around and send Seresin a smirk.
As Payback taught me how to play pool, I was well aware of Seresin watching us the whole time. That just made me giggle louder and playfully touch Payback more.
Several games and multiple beers later, I decided to go in for the kill. I put my pool cue on the table and walked over to Payback. I draped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. 
I leaned in and whispered, "You wanna get out of here?"
When I leaned back, Payback was smirking at me. I grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar. As we passed Hangman, I couldn't help but send him a smirk.
She's not a saint, and she's not what you think She's an actress, She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep in mind She should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge
* * * * *
Nothing happened with Payback.
Not that I didn't want to. He was the one who kind of put me in my place.
We were walking along the beach when he said something that felt like someone had dumped cold water on me.
"Why are you doing this?"
"What are you talking about?" I chuckled.
"Why are you doing this to you and him?"
I stopped walking and turned toward him. "Him?"
"Come on, Blue Jay," he laughed. "Everyone can see it but you two."
"I don't know what you're. . ."
"Hangman."
My heart jumped into my throat. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, starting to get defensive.
"You really don't see it, do you?" He asked as he studied me. He laughed when I didn't say anything. He sighed and patted my arm. "Maybe someday you two will get over this weird little fued and finally tell each other how you feel."
I went to bed that night, thinking about what Payback said. Whenever I thought about my and Jake's weird relationship, I never thought about it as anything more than enemies/colleagues. Whenever anything that other people would call flirting popped into my mind, I instantly had to correct myself. I kept repeating that we were enemies as I walked into training the next day.
I walked in, and my heart jumped into my throat when I passed Jake, checking on his plane. I ducked my head and forced myself not to look at him.
"Yo! Blue Jay!"
I turned around to see Jake standing by his plane, but his focus was on me.
"What do you want, Seresin?" I asked flatly as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Nothing," Jake said, a little too quickly. "I was just. . . I didn't see you leave last night."
Well, that was a lie. But okay.
"Where did you sneak off to last night?"
I looked over my shoulder to see him turning back toward his plane and started pretending to be working on it. I hid my smirk and decided to tease him.
"Doesn't concern you," I shrugged. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head snap toward me. I turned around and laughed. "Calm down, Hangman. Nothing happened."
"But you. . ." He stuttered. I walked by him and patted his shoulder harder than playfully.
"Nothing happened."
I thought that would be the end of it, but Jake surprised me. I had just finished a flight with Phoenix and Bob. I was walking back into the ship when Jake caught up to me.
"I don't know why you're so pissed at me," he said half-jokingly.
"You know exactly why," I scoffed, not bothering to slow down.
"Ohh," he elongated with a laugh. "Are you angry that we accidentally crashed your little girls' night?"
I stopped walking and turned toward him. "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Wait, what?" He asked, his usual asshole bravado weakening.
"For some reason, you are always around."
"I'm confused," he said slowly.
"You never seem to leave me alone," I said, my frustration building. "The other night was not the first night you've crashed mine and Phoenix's Girls' Night. And then, as soon as I walked in today, you asked about where I went last night. You watched Payback and I leave! Which means you're fishing. You want me to tell you that Payback and I spent the night together. Well, we didn't. There. Don't worry. You successfully ruined my weekend."
"I saved you."
"From what?" I scoffed. "Having a sleepless night with a gorgeous man?"
"No," he said, strangely through his teeth. "I saved you from being used."
"That's kinda the point," I laughed. My smirk fell when I saw the look on Seresin's face. I lowered my voice as I asked, "Why did you feel the need to protect me from Payback?"
"Payback isn't the commitment type, Y/N," he said, taking a slight step toward me. "He uses a girl, gets bored of her, and walks away without any explanation. He'd break your heart. I was making sure he didn't get the chance."
"I appreciate your concern," I said, my voice still soft, "but I'm not sure that's something worth protecting."
"Says who?" He asked, taking another step toward me.
"Says the lack of any guy chasing after me."
Seresin took a third step toward me, now inches from me. I felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the room as we stared at each other.
"How do you know someone isn't chasing after you?" He asked, his voice so low it sent a shiver up and down my spine.
"Because," I stuttered, suddenly unable to answer his question.
"Maybe," he continued when I didn't, "there is someone who has been chasing after you for years. And maybe this someone isn't very good at making their intentions known. Maybe he's been chasing after you for so long that he spends too much of that time protecting you instead of telling you how he actually feels. And by doing that, he's actually the one hurting you the most."
"Stop, Seresin," I whispered. "I can't. . . I'm tired of this. I'm tired of us dancing around each other. We've been doing it for years. Please stop all this 'maybe' and 'actually' crap. Just tell me the truth, Jake."
My breath got caught in my throat when he reached up and gently grabbed my face with both of his hands.
"I've been chasing you for years, Y/N," he said, his voice soft.
"Then maybe it's time you finally catch me," I whispered.
"I think you're right."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The second our lips touched, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. As we kissed, Jake slowly let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. We kissed until neither one of us could breathe.
"There," he smirked as he broke the kiss. "I finally caught you."
And do you still feel like you know what you're doing 'Cause I don't think you do, Do you still feel like you know what you're doing I don't think you do, I don't think you do Let's hear the applause C'mon, show me how much better you are See you deserve some applause 'Cause you're so much better She took him faster than you could say sabotage
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allthingsfangirl101 · 23 days ago
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An Almost Miss Part 2 – Glen Powell
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RECAP: The thick tension was shattered when Glen's phone started ringing. He looked down and felt nothing about the person who was calling him. Y/N, however, felt like the life she expected was roughly torn out of her reach when she saw her name on Glen's phone.
When Glen looked up from his phone, Y/N was gone.
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After Y/N snuck away from Glen, she caught a cab back to the hotel. She fought the tears until she walked into her hotel room. She leaned against the door and forced herself to calm down. She kicked off the door and found the remote. She turned it on and found an action movie. She turned it up a little too loud as she got ready for bed.
Her emotions didn't take over until she lay down. The second she did, a sob ripped from her throat. She buried her head in the pillow to drown out her sob. She fell asleep with tears still on her face.
When the alarm went off the next morning, she felt horrible. Despite this, she got up and slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a flowy tank top to wear to breakfast.
She grabbed her room key and phone before leaving her room and heading to the elevator. She got in, but as soon as the doors almost closed, someone's hand stopped them. Y/N looked up, her heart jumping into her throat when her eyes landed on Glen.
"Morning," he smiled softly.
"Morning," she nodded. Glen walked in and stood next to her. He looked over at her, but she wasn't looking at him.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked to try to get her to talk to him.
He hated what she was probably thinking when she left last night. He wanted to tell her that Sydney meant nothing to him. He wanted to tell her that she didn't need to feel insecure or threatened by her. Sydney was just a co-star who became close to his sister. He wanted to tell her that no one could ever replace her.
"I didn't," she mumbled. She cleared her throat before explaining, "I don't sleep well in hotels."
"I don't either," he smiled, trying to get her to smile, too. "The first week I'm away filming, I don't sleep longer than four hours."
Y/N glanced over at him to see him still smiling at her. But behind his smile, there was something in his eyes that she couldn't figure out. As Glen looked into her eyes, he could practically see her building a wall up to protect herself.
"Y/N, about yesterday. . ."
Just then, the elevator bell rang and the doors opened. She didn't give him a chance to continue talking. She left the elevator the second she could fit through the doors. Glen watched as she walked away. A small part of him knew that if he didn't straighten things out with her soon, he'd definitely lose her.
* * * * *
The whole venue was buzzing as the wedding was about to begin. Y/N couldn't help but scan the flowers, mentally checking off her list to make sure everything was correct.
"Hey, sweet girl."
Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Glen Sr. walking over to her with his boutonniere in his hand. "Mind giving an old man some help?"
"I would, but you're not old," she chuckled. She turned around and easily pinned his boutonniere on.
"He's missed you," Glen Sr. whispered.
Y/N looked up at him and pretended not to know what he meant. "Who?"
"Come on, sweet girl," Glen Sr. sighed. "Don't tell me you still don't see how my son looks at you."
"He doesn't. . ."
"How can you be so blind, my dear?"
"Blind?" Y/N stuttered. "Blind to what?"
"To love."
With those words, Y/N noticed Glen watching her and his father from across the courtyard. Glen Sr. leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Don't waste time," he whispered before walking away.
As his father walked away from Y/N, Glen walked toward her. It felt like she was choking on her breath as he stopped in front of her.
"Do you need help with your boutonniere, too?" She tried to act normal.
"No," he smiled. "I don't."
"Why do I not trust you?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Her heart jumped into her throat when he pulled out a corsage from behind his back.
"What. . ."
"You've been decorating all of us with flowers, and I realized that no one has given you one."
Y/N looked away from the corsage in his hands and studied him. "You didn't. . . You didn't have to," she stuttered. He just smiled as he grabbed her left hand and slipped on the corsage.
She looked down at the arrangement on her wrist and had to bite her bottom lip to stop the tears. Once she was sure they were gone, she looked back up at Glen.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Of course," he whispered back. "Even the florist deserves flowers."
"Glen!"
The two jumped away from each other as someone yelled his name. They turned to see Sydney Sweeney waving at him. Glen turned toward Y/N and instantly saw the look in her eyes.
"Y/N, it's not. . ."
"I should go make sure the rest of the wedding party has their flowers," she said, not looking at him.
Glen felt defeated as she walked away from him. He wanted nothing more than to run after her, but Sydney walked over to him. As he talked to her, his eyes kept scanning the room for Y/N. Whenever he found her, it was clear that she was purposefully facing away from him.
Throughout the ceremony, Glen's eyes kept finding Y/N in the crowd. She was sitting a few rows back with her hands in her lap. Every once in a while, she would look at them and nervously play with her fingers. She was wearing a light purple flowy dress. Her hair was loosely curled. Whenever he looked at her, his breath got caught in his throat.
Y/N noticed him looking her way, but she thought he was looking at Sydney, who was two rows behind her. Whenever she noticed him looking at Sydney, her eyes would find her hands in her lap.
At the end of the ceremony, when Leslie and Thomas were pronounced husband and wife, Glen and Y/N finally made direct eye contact. He smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. She looked away when he followed his sister and her new husband back down the aisle.
The reception started off without a hitch. People laughed and drank and danced. Throughout the evening, Y/N stood off to the side. Normally, she would walk around and make small talk with some of Leslie's family, but she didn't have the energy.
Seeing Glen after all these years and having to go back to pushing down her feelings was exhausting. To make matters worse, Sydney Sweeney was like the unidentified elephant in the room.
YN looked away and finished her scotch when Sydney pulled Glen onto the dance floor. Every word of the song felt like a stab to Y/N's heart. She focused on anything but the two dancing.
"It's not what you think," Leslie said, nodding toward Glen and Sydney dancing.
"What's not what I think?" Y/N played dumb, but Leslie saw right through her.
"He doesn't care about her," she said. "At least not the way he cares about you."
"Les," Y/N sighed as she started to walk away. Leslie grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"You have had feelings for my brother for years," she said. "And he has felt the same just as long."
"You're wrong," Y/N said, pulling her arm out of Leslie's hold. "There's nothing between Glen and me." She started to walk away, but Leslie kept pushing.
"Aren't you tired of this?" She said, making Y/N freeze.
"Tired of what?" Y/N asked, turning back around.
"Tired of lying to yourself," Leslie said. "Tired of lying to Glen. Tired of allowing your heart to break."
Just then, Glen and Sydney walked by. Her arm was wrapped around his as he guided her across the room. When Y/N's eyes returned to Leslie, she was smiling sadly.
"Honey," she whispered, "I meant it. Glen doesn't feel the way about her that he does about you."
"Why are you telling me this?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking.
"Because I don't want you to give up hope," she sighed. "And I don't want you to give up on him."
* * * * *
Leslie's words replayed in Y/N's mind for the next hour. She went back through every little interaction between her and Glen. She overanalyzed every movie night, game day, late-night rides home, and conversations the two had.
Could Leslie be right? Could Glen have feelings for her?
She searched the room, her eyes finally landing on Glen. He was at the bar, grabbing two drinks. She had a glimmer of hope, thinking he was coming to her.
But. . .
He didn't look at her. He didn't search for her. He walked to the other side of the room and handed the second drink to Sydney.
Y/N couldn't stop the tears building up in her eyes when Sydney leaned in and whispered in Glen's ear. She turned and quickly left the building when Sydney kissed Glen's cheek. The second she got outside, a sob burned her throat.
She covered her mouth and let the sob escape. When she heard footsteps running toward her, she turned her back on the person and forced herself to calm down.
"Y/N."
"Don't!" Y/N yelled as she turned toward her best friend. "Please, don't. Don't come over here and tell me not to worry. Don't come over here and tell me that he doesn't have feelings for her. Don't come over here and tell me that he has feelings for me, Leslie, because I'm tired of being let down."
"Y/N, I wasn't. . ."
"Earlier, you said that I am tired of allowing my heart to break," Y/N said, her voice breaking. "But you know what I am tired of? I'm tired of you and the rest of your family giving me false hope."
"Y/N, we never meant to hurt you," she said. "We were just trying to help."
"Well, stop!" Y/N snapped. "Please, just stop."
She turned away from her friend, ignoring the sound of Leslie taking a step toward her.
"Go back to your new husband," Y/N whispered.
"What are you. . ."
"I can't do this anymore," she cut her off. "I'm going back to the hotel, and in the morning, I am leaving. All of this."
* * * * *
Leslie ran back into the reception space, her eyes scanning her friends and family for her brother. When she found him talking to Sydney, her anger grew. She picked up her dress and walked over to him.
"Hey, you!" Sydney giggled. Leslie plastered a fake smile on her face and grabbed her brother.
"Hey, girly," she faked. "Do you mind if I steal my brother for a moment?"
"He's all yours," Sydney winked. Leslie smiled in appreciation and pulled her brother away.
"Leslie," he said skeptically. "What's going on?"
The second they were outside the room where the reception was being held, she let go of her brother's hand and hit his arm.
"Whoa," Glen said, grabbing his arm. "What's with you?"
"Don't do that," she said, not hiding her anger anymore. "Don't act like you don't know you've been an absolute ass all day long."
"Wait, what?" Glen stuttered. "Leslie, all I have done all day is. . ."
"How could you parade around all day with her on your arm?! And in front of Y/N! Real dick move, Glen."
"What are you. . ."
"Even after our whole conversation a month ago," she cut him off. "Did you forget that phone call? The one where you asked me, not-so-subtly, if Y/N was invited to my wedding. We spent the next forty-five minutes talking about what Y/N's been up to, the last time I hung out with her, and how badly you missed seeing her every day. All weekend, you and Y/N were finally in the same town. You finally had a chance to tell her how you feel, and what do you do? You ignore her and glue yourself to Sydney."
"Hang on," he jumped in when she took a breath. "I haven't. . ."
"She left."
"Wait, what?" Glen's heart dove into his stomach.
"She left in tears, Glen," Leslie said, her own voice breaking.
"Because of me?" He asked, his voice soft.
"Tell her. Now. Tonight," his sister demanded. "Because if you don't, you'll never have another chance to tell her."
Glen turned on his heel and sprinted towards the parking lot. His legs pumped faster when he saw her waiting for her Uber. He panicked when a car pulled up in front of her.
"Y/N," he called to her. The second he got to her, he gently grabbed her wrist and turned her around. "Where are you going?"
"Where do you think?" She asked, her voice soft. "I'm going home."
She pulled her hand out of his, but he instantly re-grabbed it. "Y/N, wait. Please."
"No," she said. It was then that he saw the tears begging to be released. "I'm tired of waiting, Glen."
"But. . ."
"I give up," she said, breaking his heart with three simple words. "I'm done waiting and wishing and wondering. I give up."
Glen felt like he had been punched in the gut when Y/N tore her hand out of his and got in the Uber.
"Glen?"
He ignored Sydney calling for him. Instead, he watched helplessly as the car took Y/N away from him.
"Glen, are you coming back inside?"
"No," he said, without turning toward her. "I'm not. I've got somewhere to be."
"Wait, what?" She asked. "Where are you going?"
"To chase a dream."
* * * * *
Glen knocked on the door, holding his breath as he waited for her to open it. The longer it took her, the more worried he got. He was ready to kick the door in when it finally opened.
Y/N peeked her head out of her room, her eyes slightly widening when she saw him.
"Glen," she stuttered. When she opened the door more, he took a step closer to her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not letting you give up."
With that, Glen grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. The shock took a second to wear off of Y/N. Once it did, she grabbed his shirt and kissed him back.
This kiss was more than either one of them was truly expecting. This kiss was the two of them finally letting the other know how they felt. This kiss was them finally crossing the line.
As their lips moved rougher and rougher in sync, they walked back into Y/N's hotel room. They didn't stop as they got to the bed. Glen leaned down and picked her up without breaking the kiss. He gently laid her down, hovering over her.
Their lips moved messily in sync, but Glen knew there was something that he needed to clarify before he could show Y/N how much he loved her. With a sigh, Glen broke the kiss. Y/N looked up at him and studied him.
"Sydney is just a coworker," he whispered. "That's all, Y/N. I swear. I swear, on my feelings for you, that I have never and will never have feelings for her. She is just someone I worked with a few years ago. The only reason she's still in my life is because she got close to Leslie during filming."
"But she's. . ."
"She's nothing," he insisted. "I know that's harsh, but it's true. Sydney means nothing to me, Y/N. She means nothing to me because she's not you."
"I want to believe that," she said, her voice sounding little, "but I saw you with her. I saw how she looked at you. She wants to be more."
"I don't care what she wants," Glen gently cut her off. "I care what I want. And I want you."
He reached down and moved some hair out of her face, his hand lingering. "I care what you want," he whispered. "What do you want, Y/N?"
"I want you."
Glen smirked as he readjusted how he was hovering over her. He brought himself close to her, pressing his nose to hers.
"I am all yours," he moaned. "I've always been yours."
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allthingsfangirl101 · 24 days ago
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An Almost Miss – Glen Powell
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Y/N walked into the rehearsal dinner space with her arm full of flowers. She was well aware that she was several hours early, but she needed time to finalize the arrangements and set them up. This weekend was Y/N's childhood best friend's wedding.
Y/N and Leslie have been best friends since kindergarten. They were practically inseparable. Because both of her parents worked, Y/N spent a lot of time at Leslie's house and grew up with her and her siblings. She was like a part of the family, so it was no surprise that Leslie asked her to do the flowers for her wedding.
After graduating high school, Y/N double-majored in business management and floral design. After graduating college, she returned home and opened a floral shop.
When Y/N arrived, the band was setting up and the restaurant staff was setting the tables. She found an extra table in the back and laid out her supplies. Y/N turned on her heel and walked back out to the curb, where she and the Uber unloaded her flowers.
She wasn't paying much attention as she walked into the venue. When she rounded the corner, she bumped into someone, making her flowers fall to the floor.
"Y/N?"
Her head snapped up, and she was face-to-face with Leslie's older brother, Glen.
"Glen," she said, her voice softer than she thought.
"It's great to see you," he smiled. Her breath got caught in her throat when he pulled her to him and wrapped her in his arms.
"It's good to see you, too," she said, still slightly shocked. Then again, she had no reason to be surprised that he was here. Leslie is his sister. Of course, he'd be at the wedding. But still. Seeing him through her off balance.
"I was wondering when I'd run into you," he chuckled.
"Ummm, Glen?"
"Yes, Y/N?" He asked with her still in his arms.
"You're standing on my flowers."
"Oh shit," he gasped as he broke their hug and looked down. He looked back up at her with a guilty smile on his face. "Sorry about that, Mother Nature."
Y/N rolled her eyes at the nickname. Glen has always called her Mother Nature because of her appreciation for flowers and plants. She knelt down and started carefully grabbing the flowers, examining each one.
She looked up through her eyelashes when Glen bent down and started grabbing the flowers. He handed them over to her, and they stood up in sync.
"Need some help?" Glen asked, glancing down at the flowers in Y/N's arms.
"The last time you made a flower arrangement, I had poison ivy for two weeks," Y/N chuckled as she turned on her heel and walked back inside the venue.
She forced the butterflies in her stomach to calm down as Glen jogged and caught up to her. When he did, he held the door open for her.
"I honestly didn't know!" He defended himself as he grabbed the door and held it open for her.
"How could you not know what poison ivy looks like?" Y/N shot back.
"I'm sorry I'm not obsessed with plants like you are, Ms. Green," he teased.
"Says the man who memorized long-winded monologues about twisters," she chuckled.
Y/N got to the table and started finishing the arrangements. Glen couldn't help but watch her with a smile on his face. He probably spent too much of his childhood teasing Y/N. She was always around. Not that he minded.
He leaned against a random table and watched as Y/N put together her flower arrangements. Every once in a while, he took an extra flower or leaf and messed with her. Whenever he did, she'd giggle and push him away.
Glen's stomach flipped when he saw the glint in her eyes. Whenever Y/N focused on something - mainly flowers - she had this special look in her eyes. The happy glint in her eyes made it clear that she enjoyed what she did. And she had a reason to. What she created was always beautiful.
"So," he said, slightly rocking on his heels, "how long has it been since we last saw each other?"
"You tell me," she said, her focus on her flowers. "You're the one who ran off to LA, leaving the rest of us behind."
For a second, her eyes glanced up at him. That second froze when he was already looking at her and their eyes met. Glen opened and closed his mouth, struggling to respond.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and finished the last arrangement. Once she was done, she grabbed a few and started placing them on the tables. She turned around and saw Glen walk over to the table of flowers and grab a couple.
When he walked by her, he mumbled, "Even though it was for my career, it wasn't easy leaving everything behind."
Glen held her gaze for a beat before walking past her. Her heart was in her throat as she grabbed more arrangements and placed them around the room.
They didn't continue talking as they placed arrangements on each table. Once they were done, they walked back to the original table.
"Thanks for your help, Glen," she said, her voice dropping. She didn't look at him as she gathered the extra ribbon and supplies.
"Anytime," he smiled, hoping she'd look up at him. When she continued to clean up the leaves that naturally fell off, he gave up. He started to walk away, but Y/N quickly grabbed his wrist. When he turned around, she slowly looked up at him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"For what?" He asked, moving his hand so he was holding hers.
"For that comment about running off to LA and leaving us," she explained. "I know that you've always wanted to be an actor, and you had an amazing chance. You had to take it. I didn't mean to sound unsupportive or like I was angry with you."
"Y/N. . ." He started to say, but Y/N kept talking.
"It was harder than I thought it would be after you left."
"What do you mean?" Glen asked softly. Just then, Glen's phone started ringing. He looked at it to see his Mom calling. He sighed before looking up at Y/N and sending her an apologetic shrug.
"Answer it," she said, clearing her throat. "I should head back to the hotel and get ready for the rehearsal dinner."
With that, Y/N turned on her heel and started walking out of the restaurant. As she opened the door, she looked over her shoulder just in time to catch Glen looking up at her. She sent him a small smile that he returned.
During the entire Uber ride to the hotel, Y/N's mind and heart were at war with each other. The minute she saw him, the feelings came rushing back. But so did the heartbreak. The heartbreak that built over the years of watching him be with other girls, completely overlooking her. The heartbreak of watching him move to LA without knowing how she truly felt about him.
* * * * *
Y/N smoothed out her dress as she got out of the Uber. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she walked into the restaurant. The minute she did, she walked into a room full of familiar faces.
As people mingled, Y/N stayed off to the side. She slowly drank her glass of champagne, people-watching. When she finished the drink, she put it on a passing waiter's tray. It was then that she felt someone watching her.
Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Glen watching her. He sent her a wink that she responded to by rolling her eyes.
"Does that always work?" She teased him as he walked up to her.
"Does what work?"
"Winking."
"I am so confused," he laughed.
"Winking to get the girls to trip over themselves to get to you," she teased. "Hollywood has changed you, cowboy."
"I resent that," he said instantly. "In fact, I have worked extremely hard not to let Hollywood change me."
"I'm gonna need proof," she smirked. With a smirk of his own, he grabbed her hand and pulled her across the room. She started to object when she realized where he was taking her. "Glen. . ."
He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his free arm around her waist. "Don't fight it," he teased. "You wanted me to prove to you that I haven't changed. And this is how."
"Dancing isn't going to prove that Hollywood. . ." She started to say but Glen spun her around, making her laugh.
"We've danced together several times," Glen said as he pulled her back into his chest. "So, I haven't changed. If I had let Hollywood change me, I wouldn't have danced with you."
"I think the last time we danced together, we were in eighth grade," Y/N chuckled. "It was our eighth-grade graduation dance."
"And that idiot, Jeremy, ditched you," Glen said, anger seeping through.
"Which is why middle schoolers shouldn't date," Y/N said, trying to ease the sudden tension.
"He didn't deserve you, Y/N."
The tension got thicker between the two. They stared into each other's eyes as they swayed to the music.
"I've missed you, Y/N," Glen whispered, breaking the silence. "I've missed laughing with you. I've missed teasing each other. I've missed getting your brutally honest and yet perfectly crafted advice. Most importantly, I've missed seeing you every day."
"I've missed you too, Glen," she whispered back, not looking away from his eyes. "I've missed you driving me home. I've missed you being overprotective of me whenever a new guy entered my life. Most importantly, I've missed talking to you every day."
Y/N's last comment made the look in his eyes change. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know that we stopped talking after I moved to LA. I never meant to abandon you."
"No," Y/N cut him off quickly. "Glen, you didn't. . . I'm not. . . I shouldn't have said what I said earlier today. I didn't mean it." She paused before adding, "I hope you know I never felt like you abandoned me. I have always been proud of you."
"That means a lot coming from you," Glen chuckled with a soft smile on his face.
Silence fell between the two of them again. But it felt different this time.
"What did you mean earlier?"
"I'm gonna need a little more information than that," Y/N chuckled.
"When you said that it was harder than you thought it would be after I left."
Y/N's heart jumped into her throat.
"Was it really hard for you?" He asked. "Did something happen after I left? Did you get hurt because I wasn't here?"
"Nothing happened," Y/N said quickly to comfort Glen.
"Then what did you mean?" He pushed. Y/N looked away from Glen, avoiding his worried gaze. She saw Leslie with her soon-to-be husband watching Y/N and her brother dance. When she looked back at Glen, he was studying her.
"What did you mean?" He repeated.
"I meant," Y/N said slowly, "that I had a harder time with you leaving. I didn't realize how much it would change." She paused to gather her courage before adding, "I didn't realize how much I depended on you until I no longer had you."
Glen's eyes softened and, for a moment, all he could feel was guilt. He subconsciously pulled her closer.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he said, lowering his voice. "I never meant to. . . I didn't think. . . I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Y/N whispered. "I shouldn't have told you any of that."
"No," he cut her off. "I'm glad you did."
The two danced to the rest of the song in silence. Glen's family watched with knowing smiles and soft conversations as the two danced. The feelings between those two were never a secret to those around them. In fact, Glen's family consistently tried to get them to confess their feelings without much avail. Leslie knew this was Y/N and Glen's last chance.
And she sure as hell wasn't going to let them miss it.
When the song ended, Glen held onto Y/N for a beat too long. He watched as the pink rose on her face. She was the one who stepped out of the embrace. She sent him a shy, soft smile before starting to leave.
"Wait," Glen said, quickly grabbing her hand and pulling her back into his chest. "I need to promise you something."
"Glen, you really don't have. . ."
"I want to," he cut her off. "I promise that after the wedding, when I go back, I won't ignore you. I'll reach out to you. I'll call you. I'll text you. We will stay updated with each other. I promise."
Y/N's breath got caught in her throat when he kissed her cheek before walking to his family. She cleared her throat and walked over to the bar. She stayed off to the side as the families started their speeches.
When Glen got up, it felt like someone had sucked all the air out of the room. Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from him. As he wrapped up his speech, he made eye contact with Y/N.
"Leslie and Thomas have found something we spend our entire lives looking for: love. Now, I'm not talking about the kind of love that is written in books or shown on the big screen. And I should know. I've faked enough love in my career. I'm talking about true love. The kind of love that nothing can break. Nothing can interfere with it. The love that Leslie and Thomas found is perfect. It's them. To their perfect, pure love, that it may last forever. To Leslie and Thomas!"
Glen finally broke his and Y/N's intense eye contact when his sister hugged him. Once she was free of his gaze, Y/N slipped outside onto the restaurant's porch. The cool night air hit her instantly. She wrapped her arms around herself and leaned against the railing around the porch.
"Why are you hiding out here?"
She couldn't help but jump at the sudden voice. She looked over her shoulder to see Glen walking outside with two glasses of champagne. He put down the two glasses and took off his coat. Y/N looked away to hide her embarrassment as he draped his coat around her shoulders.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Of course." When Y/N looked back at Glen, he was smiling at her. "Can't let my favorite girl freeze."
Y/N's mind repeated "my favorite girl" over and over again as Glen turned and grabbed the two glasses of champagne. She snapped out of her brief daze and smiled in thanks when he handed her one of the glasses.
"So," he said, slightly clearing his throat, "you never answered my question. If the party is inside, why are you outside?"
"I'm just staying out of the way," Y/N shrugged.
"Out of the way?" Glen challenged. His smile sank as he slowly said, "Y/N, you're a guest."
"I'm the florist," she brushed off.
"You're not just the florist, Y/N," he pushed. "You are Leslie's best friend. You are part of the family, Y/N. You know that. Right?"
"I know," Y/N said, her voice dropping. "And that's why I agreed to do the flowers. But. . ."
"But what?"
"But the kids we used to be. . . The girl I used to be. . . Feels like a lifetime ago. And being back, with all the people we grew up with, feels weird."
"I understand that," he said with a soft smile. "Believe me. I understand."
"Do you ever miss it?"
Her question caught him off guard.
"Our childhood," she clarified. "The way things used to be. How simple it was back then." She paused, her mind reminding her how she felt about him. Before the pause got too long, she added, "How easy everything seemed to be when we were younger."
"Yeah," he said, his voice dropping. His mind instantly threw him back to high school - coming home every day to see Y/N and Leslie at the kitchen table working on homework. Driving them to school activities, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Keeping an eye on Y/N throughout the school day. The feeling he had in his gut when he saw some guy talking and flirting with her.
"Everything did seem a lot easier when we were younger," he continued, even though it was a lie.
It wasn't easier back then. It was actually harder for him. He was reminded every day that, despite his feelings for her, she was just his little sister's best friend.
"As much as I love Leslie and am so happy I am for her," Y/N sighed as she leaned against the balcony, "I have to admit that this trip down memory lane hasn't been easy."
"It hasn't?" Glen asked as he moved, so he was copying her stance and standing next to her. He studied her, trying hard to get a read on her.
"Before the wedding, I could focus on my work. And by that I mean, not focus on other things."
"What kind of things?" He asked, trying to sound light and teasing.
"The fact that my life isn't exactly where I expected it to be," she confessed.
"You've always wanted to open your own flower shop, and you did," Glen noted. "Where else did you expect your life to be?"
Y/N slowly looked at him, her face burning the second they made eye contact. Glen didn't look away as she described the life she thought she'd have.
"I didn't expect to go home to an empty house at the end of the workday," she confessed. "I expected to walk in the door and be greeted by the man who loved me. Maybe have a little kid or kids come running down the hallway, yelling 'Mommy'. I expected to make dinner for my family and have my husband help me put the kids to bed. I expected that, after the kids fell asleep, to spend a few hours with my husband, reminding me how much he loved me. I expected to be blissfully living happily ever after with him."
"That sounds perfect," he whispered. It was then that Y/N realized how close they were.
"Yes," she whispered. She leaned away and sighed, "But that didn't happen. Instead, it's just another dream that will probably never come true."
Glen reached over and grabbed Y/N's hand, holding his breath until she looked at him. When she did, he made sure not to look away.
"Never say never."
"Glen. . ."
"Please," he cut her off. "Never say never, Y/N. Say that you have time. Say that your dream life you expected to have could still come true. Say there is a chance that you'll get everything you just described. Say it."
"Why?" Y/N asked, her voice getting stuck in her throat. "Why do you need to hear me say it?"
"Because I can't stand the thought of you giving up," he said, taking another step toward her. "Because you deserve everything you described. You deserve to come home to the man who loves you. You deserve to walk in the door and be greeted by your kids yelling 'Mommy'. You deserve to eat dinner with your family. You deserve to have your husband help you put the kids to bed. You deserve to spend a few hours after the kids fall asleep with your husband, reminding you how much he loves you. You deserve to be blissfully living happily ever after with me."
Everything froze as the two of them realized what Glen just said, the slip he just made. He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to decide what to do. He could tell her the truth. That, as she described the life she expected, he imagined living it alongside her.
Y/N opened and closed her mouth, struggling to decide what to say. She could ignore his little slip. Besides, maybe he didn't mean to say 'happily ever after with me'. Then again, if he did mean it, things could finally progress. She could finally tell him how she felt, and they could finally be together.
The thick tension was shattered when Glen's phone started ringing. He looked down and felt nothing about the person whose name was on his screen. Y/N, however, felt like the life she expected was roughly torn out of her reach when she saw her name on Glen's phone.
When Glen looked up from his phone, Y/N was gone.
Part 2
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The Life We Choose – Gary Johnson
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Y/N woke up to the sound of her boyfriend's phone ringing. She slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard as he talked to whoever called him and started throwing clothes into a suitcase. She pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around them as he packed his bathroom stuff.
He hung up the phone and instantly walked around to Y/N's side of the bed. He leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss to her lips.
"A new bad guy was just put on my war path," he smirked as he broke the kiss. "I shouldn't be gone longer than a few days."
"Okay," Y/N said, trying not to show too much emotion. "Let me know when you get wherever you're going."
Gary grabbed her chin and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was a bit rougher than the other one. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers.
"I always do, baby."
Y/N was well aware of where her boyfriend was going. Well, not exactly, but she knew what he was going to do. He works undercover for the police as a hired hitman. He goes on cases and sets people up who want to hire him to kill someone they know.
Of course, she's not supposed to know any of this. Gary ignored his orders to keep his job to himself. When the two first started dating, Gary didn't tell Y/N about his job. He told her the lie of one of his covers, and it worked until he missed a date due to a case gone bad.
She went to his apartment an hour after he was supposed to pick her up for their date and found him badly beaten. She didn't say anything as she used his first aid kit to patch him up. Once she was done, he asked if she had any questions for him.
~ ~ ~
"I'm sure you have questions," Gary sighed, subconsciously messing with one of the bandages Y/N just put on him.
"Not really," Y/N whispered as she finished cleaning up the unused bandages and used gauze. Gary grabbed her elbow when she walked by him and gently turned her toward him.
"Ask me," he whispered.
"I'm not going to."
She pulled her arm out of his hold and took the first aid kit back to the bathroom. When she walked back into his room, she stopped and leaned against the doorframe.
"If you wanted to tell me, Gary, you would've already told me without me having to ask."
"It's not that I don't want to tell you," he stuttered.
"Then what?" She sighed. "You can't?"
"It's complicated," he tried to brush off. The look in her eyes dropped. With a slight shake of her head, she turned and started to leave. Before she could get too far, the truth slipped out.
"I've been lying about my job."
Y/N froze. She took a second before slowly turning around. "You what?"
"I'm not a bartender," Gary confessed.
"What are you. . ." Y/N stuttered but didn't finish.
"I work undercover for the police," he admitted.
"The police," she whispered, the shock clear in her voice. "What is your. . . Undercover?"
For the first time since he started telling her the truth, Gary hesitated. "I pretend to be a hired hitman. People reach out to me and pay me to kill someone in their life. After a few meetings with the person, the cops catch them."
Gary's answer made Y/N stumble backwards. He wasn't surprised by her reaction, but it still hurt. He didn't want her to be scared of him, and, for a moment, she was.
A moment.
"You don't actually kill the person you're hired to kill, right?"
"Of course not," Gary said quickly as he stepped forward and closed the gap between them. "I just set up the people who hire me. I don't kill anyone."
Gary held his breath as she studied him. She took a slow and careful step toward him.
"If that ever changes, we're done."
~ ~ ~
After the truth came out, Gary promised Y/N that he'd never change. And he's worked incredibly hard to make sure that didn't happen. To keep his promise, he often told Y/N more than he should about the missions he went on. Of course, he didn't tell her everything. Just enough to reassure her that he was fine.
No matter how long he was gone, he'd call her every night so she'd know he was alright. Sometimes the call only lasted five minutes - long enough for him to check in. Other times, the call lasted two hours as they talked about anything and everything other than his case.
After Gary left, Y/N tried to go through her normal schedule. She went to work and busied herself with her clients. On the way home, she stopped at the grocery store. After she made herself dinner and took a shower, her phone rang.
"Hey, you," she answered.
"Hey, gorgeous," his voice came through the phone. She put her phone on speaker as she brushed her hair. "Just wanted to let you know that I made it to my hotel."
"Hotel, huh?" She teased. "Must be a pretty high-profile case. Usually, you're in a motel."
"I know," he chuckled. "How was your day?"
"The usual," she shrugged. "Nothing too exciting. Mostly boring routine."
"I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way, but I'm glad your day was boring."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, faking offense.
"Boring means safe," he said, his tone slightly softening. "You going through your day like usual, and being bored is very reassuring to me, Y/N. One of my biggest fears when I'm away is not being there when you need me."
"Gary, stop," she tried to interrupt his spiraling. "Please, baby. I'm fine. Other than being on my feet all day and having orders barked at me, I'm fine."
"Good," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Because I worry about you, darling."
"I know," she sighed. "And I worry about you."
There was a brief moment of silence between the two. Finally, Gary broke the silence.
"You know that if you ever need anything, all you have to do is call," he double-checked. "Call me and I will leave my mission and come home."
"That's not necessary," she said gently. "But I will keep that in mind. I love you, Gary."
"I love you too, Y/N."
* * * * *
The next day, Y/N went through her normal routine of going to the gym in the morning, showering at home, heading into work, and running a few errands before heading home for the night.
Everything was normal except for one thing: all day, Y/N has felt like someone has been watching her.
Everywhere she went, this feeling followed her. It didn't matter how many times she looked over her shoulder. No one was ever there. The longer that feeling followed her around, the jumpy she got. When she finally walked into the apartment she and Gary have shared for the past three months, she locked the door behind her and took a shaky breath.
Y/N double-checked all the windows and the doors before making herself something to eat. She barely ate anything. After giving up, she went to take a bath to try and help her calm down. The warm water helped, but she still had the feeling.
She jumped when her phone started ringing. She tried to calm her breathing before answering.
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby," Gary said. "Just calling to check in."
"You're still alive," Y/N tried to joke.
"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled. "I am."
"Good," she teased. "Because if you don't come back home to me, I'll kill you myself."
"I accept the consequences," he smirked into the phone.
"How's your case going?" Y/N asked to keep him talking about himself. The second they stop, he'll ask her how she is, and she didn't want to answer that.
"The beginning is always kind of slow," he sighed. "It's mainly gathering information and establishing my cover."
"Are you the college professor, businessman, or bartender?" Y/N chuckled, slowly feeling like herself again.
"None of the above," he chuckled. "Think a Dolph Lundgren-type Russian."
"Damn," Y/N smirked, slowly relaxing into the bath. "Gotta say, that put an extremely hot picture in my head."
"Sorry to tease you, baby," he said, lowering his voice.
"That's okay," she shrugged. "I can use it later."
"That's not fair," he groaned.
"Payback, my dear Hitman."
"Damn, I love you," he chuckled. He paused for a second before asking, "How was your day, baby?"
And just like that, Y/N wasn't relaxed anymore.
"The usual," she shrugged. "Went to the gym, went to work, ran a few errands."
They talked for another twenty minutes before Gary had to hang up. Y/N ended up not telling Gary about her weird feeling. She wasn't sure she was actually being watched, so there was no reason to tell him. If she did, he'd be distracted or he'd come home early.
Turns out, she should've told him.
* * * * *
After a long day of talking to his client, observing his "target", and playing into his cover, he headed back to the hotel. He tried calling Y/N in the elevator, but she didn't answer. Not thinking anything of it, he went to his room and changed out of his cover's clothes. He tried calling her again, but she didn't answer.
He tried not to worry as he ordered dinner. After eating the hotel's version of chicken parmesan, he tried calling Y/N again. When she still didn't answer, he allowed himself to worry. It only took him a few beats to switch gears and call his handler.
"Johnson, you're not supposed to be calling. . ."
"Y/N's not answering her phone," Gary cut him off.
"What?" Gary's handler, Mike Ackerman's, tone changed. "What do you mean? Did you talk to her yesterday?"
"Yeah, I did," Gary answered. "But I've called her three times tonight and she hasn't answered."
"Maybe her phone is off because of work and she forgot to turn it back on," Ackerman offered.
"No," he said instantly. "Whenever I'm out on a mission, Y/N always keeps her phone on. Always. Something is wrong, Mike. Y/N could be hurt. Or worse, in trouble."
"Alright," he soothed. "I'll have a black and white drive by your apartment and knock on the door."
"Do it now," Gary ordered. "And call me as soon as they get there."
Gary had to wait half an hour for Mike to call back. And when he did, his world shifted.
"Hey, man," Mike sighed.
"Where's Y/N?" Gary pushed. "Is she okay? Why wasn't she answering her phone?"
"Gary," Mike said firmly, "Y/N wasn't there."
"Wait, what? Why wasn't she there? Where could she. . ."
"Your apartment was broken into," Mike cut him off. "There were signs of a struggle."
"A struggle," Gary repeated, suddenly feeling numb. "What kind of a struggle?"
"A struggle that clearly meant Y/N fought back," Mike said to try and keep Gary calm. "She did not go down without a fight, Johnson. In fact, we think some of the blood we found might belong to one of the kidnappers."
"The blood you found?!" Gary snapped. "I'm on my way."
Despite his handler and boss calling him several times, Gary ignored their orders. He wasn't going to let some random cops find his Y/N.
By the time Gary got back to the precinct, the lab had finished running the blood they found in Gary's and Y/N's apartment. Most of it belonged to Y/N, but a drop belonged to someone else. They used DNA testing to match the blood to the culprit. The blood belonged to a little brother of a drug dealer he arrested two years ago.
The police knew of three possible places this guy could be. Ignoring more orders to stay out of this, Gary went to each of the locations.
At the last one, he found the bastards who took his Y/N. He didn't take long to take them down, either shooting or knocking them out. As the rest of the police were focused on securing the idiots, Gary tore through the house. He kicked down every door until he finally found Y/N, unconscious and duct taped to a chair in the basement.
"Y/N!" He gasped. He ran into the room and instantly started taking off her duct tape. He froze when she let out a painful groan. Gary held his breath as Y/N's eyes slowly fluttered open.
"It's me, baby," he said quickly. "You're okay."
He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He then finished undoing her restraints and carefully helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and led her out of the house.
EMTs were waiting for them, but he didn't remove his arms from Y/N. He helped her into the back of the ambulance and onto the gurney. He stayed right by her side, her hand in his, as they rode to the hospital.
From the moment he found her, Y/N hasn't said a thing. She hasn't cried. She hasn't yelled. She hasn't answered any questions. She hasn't even whimpered in pain or fear.
Gary stayed in the room as the doctors examined her. She had some bruises and a cut across her forehead that needed stitches, but nothing too serious. They wanted to keep her overnight for examination, but she shook her head.
"She'll be safe with me," Gary reassured her doctors.
"Okay," the doctor didn't argue. "Make sure she eats three meals a day and gets plenty of rest. If her headaches last longer than two or three days, have her come back."
After the doctor left, Gary turned toward her to see her focusing on her hands. He walked over and gently put his hand on top of hers.
"Baby," he whispered, "are you alright?"
She didn't say anything. Instead, she slowly shook her head.
"What do you need, Y/N?" He asked.
She didn't say anything.
"How about I take you home?" He suggested. "Actually, how about I take you to a safe house? We can order from your favorite Greek place and watch one of your comfort movies until you fall asleep."
She didn't say anything. When she slid off the hospital bed, her legs didn't quite catch her. But Gary did. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out of the hospital.
* * * * *
Y/N kept her silence the entire drive to the safe house. Gary kept looking at her, wishing she would say something. He wanted her to tell him what happened. He wanted her to show some kind of emotion. Hell, he'd rather have her yelling and blaming him instead of her remaining silent.
When they pulled into the driveway, Y/N immediately started getting out of the car. Gary jumped out and ran to catch up to her. He grabbed her hand and led her to the door. He opened it for her, and she walked inside.
She didn't stop at the family room. She walked straight up the stairs. Gary quickly followed her into the master bedroom. As she climbed into the bed, Gary kicked off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
Gary opened his mouth to say something, but nothing felt right. He opened and closed his mouth several times. He couldn't think of anything to say to her. Turns out, he didn't need to.
"I can't do this anymore," Y/N whispered, finally breaking her silence.
Gary opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it when he saw the tears beginning to stream down Y/N's face.
"I can't handle this anymore," she softly continued. "I don't want to be the kind of girl who demands that you choose between your job and me, but I feel like at this point I can ask something similar. I was kidnapped."
When her voice broke, Gary lay down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled into him, and soft sobs left her in whimpers.
"I can't handle your life anymore, Gary," she said through her cries. "Your job is the reason I was kidnapped. And I can't help but wonder: what's next? What happens if we get married? Will I always be looking over my shoulder for people you locked away? What happens when we have kids? Will they have to look over their shoulders all their lives, too? What if someone you put away goes after our kid? Our baby?! Don't let them take our baby!"
Her sob got rougher as her thoughts spiraled. Gary tightened his arms around her and closed his eyes to try and calm down. The longer he thought about her fears, the more he realized she was right. Her life is in danger because of how close they are.
He is putting her life in danger.
Gary leaned back and gently lifted her chin. She looked up at him through her tears, making his heart feel like it was slowly being ripped apart. He leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to hers. She let out a soft whimper as she kissed him back.
When Gary broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I am so sorry, baby," he whispered. "I'm not going to choose my job over you. My job means nothing compared to you. You, Y/N, are what I'm choosing."
"You're really willing to quit your job?" She asked, her voice soft. He leaned back and cupped her face in his hand.
"I'd do anything for you," he didn't hesitate to say. "I love you, Y/N. The last thing I'm going to do with my job is put you and me in Witness Protection."
"You can. . . You can do that?"
"With what I did," he shrugged, "and with what happened to you because of it, it won't be too hard to convince my boss. WitSec will give us a chance to have a normal and safe life. We can settle down, have normal jobs, and raise a family in a safe environment."
"And that's what you want," she said so slowly it almost sounded like a question.
Gary leaned in and kissed her again. This time, she was a bit quicker to kiss him back. She broke the kiss and immediately started nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
"That is exactly what I want," he whispered. "I want a nice, quiet, safe life with you."
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A Long Farewell – John Glenn
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I walked out of the bathroom of our hotel room and instantly saw my husband packing his suitcase. All I wanted to do in that moment was run over to him, jump into his arms, and beg him not to leave me.
I didn't.
Instead, I stood there and watched him. He must have felt my eyes on him because he looked up at me. His own eyes softened when he caught me staring at him. With a soft smile on his face, he put down his shirt and walked over to me.
When he got to me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
"What's with the pout, my dear?"
I sighed as I dragged my hands up and down his chest, avoiding his eyes.
"I don't want you to go," I whispered. I pressed my forehead to his shoulder as he tightened his arms around me.
"I know," he whispered.
"I don't want you to think that I'm not being supportive," I started to nervously ramble as I leaned away from him. "Because I am, John. I'm so proud of the man that you are and the amazing things you're going to be doing for NASA. I'm proud of you, but I'm also your wife. Which means I'm going to constantly worry about you and wonder if what you're doing is safe."
John gently cut me off by grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine. With silent tears streaming down my face, I kissed my husband back. We broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads against each other. I smiled when he slightly rubbed his nose against mine.
"Since I don't have to report to NASA until tomorrow," he said, slowly leaning back, "why don't we spend the night, running around town, acting like we're young and stupid?"
"What did you have in mind?" I smirked.
"We could walk around the city," he started to list off. "You can drag me into any shop you see something you like, and I'll buy you everything. We could go to dinner and come back to the hotel. . . for dessert."
I giggled when he picked me up and spun us around. He put me down on my feet and kept me close to him.
"I like the sound of that."
* * * * *
Just like John said, we spent the rest of the day walking around the city. Every once in a while, we'd walk into a random store and John would try to buy me everything I saw. But I didn't want anything. I only wanted to spend more time with my husband before he shot off into the sky.
We discovered an amazing Italian restaurant and had dinner there. We ended up spending over two hours at the restaurant, talking. At one point, we had finished our dinner and were just holding each other's hands across the table and smiling like idiots.
After paying our bill, John and I walked out of the restaurant. We walked down the street, the silence thick between us. Neither one of us has said anything about his upcoming mission all night.
As we walked back to the hotel, I knew that we should talk about it. We should talk about how long he'll be gone. We should talk about the risks. We should talk about the possibility of him not making it home.
I opened my mouth to bring up that topic, but John pulled me into an alley. Before I could ask him what was going on, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
He pushed me up against the side of the building, deepening the kiss. As our lips moved in sync, my mind filled with memories of when we first started dating. He was in the Marines, and I was working as a cocktail waitress at a bar near his base.
One night, one of the customers wouldn't leave me alone. He kept following me around the bar, hitting on me, and inviting me back to his place. My shift was finally over, and I hurried to leave. As I walked outside, the guy followed me.
I kept telling the guy 'no', but he wouldn't listen. He had me cornered against my car when John came running over. He pulled the guy away from me and got in between us.
~ ~ ~
"What the hell?!" The guy stumbled. I stood there, frozen, as the Marine stepped between me and the drunk guy. The Marine glared at him for another second before turning around and smiling at me softly.
"Are you alright, miss?" He asked.
"Yes," I said, my voice barely audible.
"Dude," the drunk guy complained. "You're kind of interrupting something."
"No," the Marine sighed before turning back to the guy. "I'm not interrupting. I'm ending something."
"You're. . ."
"Stop," the Marine cut him off. "You have been following her around all night, despite the many times she's shut you down. It's time to go chase after a drunk girl who doesn't know what's good for her."
"Listen here, Mr. America. . ." The guy started to threaten the Marine, but he cut him off.
"Go," the Marine threatened, "before I make you."
I couldn't help but hide more behind the Marine when the drunk guy peered around him and glared at me.
"She's not worth it," the drunk guy spat out. The Marine stayed in front of me until the guy was back inside the bar. As soon as he was gone, the Marine turned toward me.
"Are you alright, miss?"
"Thank you," I said, my voice shaky.
"My pleasure," he smiled.
"I'm Y/N," I introduced myself as my nerves started to calm down.
"John," he smiled. His smile gently fell. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"You've asked me three times now," I chuckled.
"I just want to be sure," he flirted.
"Well, you can relax. I really am fine," I flirted back. I paused before getting a sudden burst of courage. "Actually, there is something you could do for me."
"All you've got to do is ask."
"Take me to dinner and allow me to thank you for saving me tonight."
~ ~ ~
After that dinner, John and I dated for a year. I'm not going to lie; it was tough. With him being in the Marines, there were weeks that we barely saw each other, let alone talked to each other. But, somehow, we made it work. In fact, he proposed to me on our one-year anniversary, and we were married six months later.
John broke the kiss, snapping me out of my memories. The look in his eyes slightly changed when he saw the sorrow in mine.
"Darling," he whispered, "why don't we go back to the hotel?" He asked. "And I can spend the night, reminding my wife how much I love her."
* * * * *
I woke up the next morning, instantly feeling John's arm wrapped around me. I didn't move an inch. I didn't want him to wake up. If he did, he'd have to start getting ready to leave for NASA. I lay in bed, listening to John breathing for a little under an hour.
When he did wake up, he tightened his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I looked over my shoulder and giggled when I saw him pretending to be asleep.
"John? Sweetheart," I tried. He hummed and pulled me in more. "You should probably get ready."
As he opened his eyes, I rolled onto my back. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him as I pulled him so he was hovering on top of me. When John broke the kiss, he kept his forehead pressed to mine.
"You know I love you, right?" He whispered.
"Of course I know that," I said, lazily wrapping my arms around his neck. "Just like how you know I love you."
He leaned back and looked straight into my eyes. "I don't want you thinking I'm choosing NASA over you," he said, the tone of his voice breaking my heart. "You're my whole world, Y/N. I'm doing this to try and make the world a better place, to find things, and open doors for other pilots like me."
"It's something you have to do," I nodded. I reached up and gently cupped his face in my hand. "I know all this, John. You don't have to explain yourself to me."
"I just don't want you thinking I'm leaving you behind."
I arched up and kissed him. The second my lips touched his, he rolled us over so I was lying on top of him. We broke the kiss, and I sat up on my elbows without getting off him.
"I know you're not leaving me or choosing your career over me, John," I tried to reassure him. "I know you love me and will do everything you can to make it back to me. If I didn't believe that, I never would have let you sign up."
John put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down to him. As our lips moved in sync, he rolled us back over. We were just about to repeat the events of last night when his alarm went off.
We broke apart with a sigh. "You ready for this?" He asked.
"Honestly?" I sighed. "No, I'm not."
Without another word, we got up and started getting ready. We got dressed and slowly packed our separate bags. Usually, when we go on vacation, we share a suitcase. This time, our destinations were different.
Once we were ready, we got in our car and John drove us to NASA headquarters, where he would start his training. As soon as we pulled out of the hotel parking lot, he reached over and grabbed my hand. The entire drive, neither one of us broke the silence.
When we pulled into headquarters, we were surrounded by cameras and reporters. John's grip tightened on my hand as security helped us through the gate without running anyone over.
John parked the car and grabbed his stuff out of the trunk. As soon as I was next to him, he grabbed my hand. With my other hand, I reached across myself and grabbed his arm. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked to the door.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the security guard at the door stopped me.
"She's my wife," John instantly defended me.
"I understand that, sir, but no civilians inside." He paused before adding, "I'm sorry."
The security guard cleared his throat and looked away. John grabbed my hand and led me off to the side. He put his suitcase down, and the second he stood back up, I threw my arms around him.
I didn't care about the reporters and cameras focused on us. I only wanted to hold my husband. I bit my lip to stop the tears. It was no use when John broke our silence.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered.
"I love you, too," I said, my voice breaking. John broke our hug, reached up, and caught a tear that was streaming down my face.
With his hand still holding my face, John leaned in and kissed me. We pulled each other closer as our lips moved roughly in sync. This was our last chance to tell each other how much we were in love with the other, and we acted like it.
We broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. "That was probably a little too much for those cameras," I chuckled.
"I don't care," he said darkly. He leaned in and gave me another kiss.
"Wait," I gasped when he broke the kiss and started to step back. I grabbed his shirt and kept him where he was.
"What's wrong, darling?" He asked.
"I know. . . I know you have to go but. . ."
"Talk to me, gorgeous."
"I'm scared, John."
As soon as I admitted that to him and myself, a sob slipped out. He instantly pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me.
"I'm scared I'll never see you again," I sobbed into his chest. He gently shushed me and tightened his arms around me.
"Honey, can you look at me?"
I shook my head and tucked into his shoulder. "Please, baby," he whispered. "I want to look you in the eyes as I say this."
I let out a small whimper as I pulled away from his chest, but not out of his hold.
"There's my beautiful wife," he smiled. He reached up and moved some hair out of my face, his hand lingering on my face. "I understand that you're scared. I am, too, baby. But everything is going to be okay."
"I love you," I whispered. "Promise me you'll be safe, Astronaut Glenn."
"I love you," he said sincerely. "And I promise I'll be safe, Mrs. Glenn."
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Not Impressed Part 2 – Tyler Owens
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Part 1
A few days after we met the Tornado Wranglers, I was on campus. I stayed in one of the study rooms that I use for my tutoring sessions. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I tutor other students in the library. After my last student left, I spent time working on my own homework.
When I got bored with my biochemistry homework, I started scrolling on social media. My heart jumped into my throat when I stumbled across the Tornado Wranglers. I got caught up in a social media spiral and started watching old videos.
Whatever I tried, I couldn't stop myself from going through their YouTube page. I was still watching them on my phone as I walked out of the library. I was almost to my car when the video I was watching was interrupted by a loud alert on my phone.
My heart plummeted as I read the tornado warning for the area. In ten seconds, people were running through the parking lot. I was almost at the nearest building when. . . I don't know what happened next. I blacked out.
When I woke up, I had no idea how much time had passed. I tried to get up, but there was something stopping me. I looked down, and through my hazy eyes, I could see a piece of metal pinning me to the ground. I looked around, searching for something to help.
I finally found a tree branch and struggled to reach it. When I finally grabbed it, I hit it against the metal thing on top of me. I hit it as long as I could. With each swing, I got weaker and weaker.
Right as I was about to give up, I heard what sounded like a truck or van pulling over. I thought I heard footsteps as I hit the metal thing one last time before my arm gave out and the tree branch fell out of my hand.
"Y/N?"
I could barely see him through the blood and dark spots in my eyes. "Tyler?" I asked weakly.
"I'm here," he soothed. "Just hang on, alright? Don't move. We don't want your injuries getting worse."
"I can't. . ."
"It's okay," he said gently when I didn't continue. "I'll get you out there as soon as I can."
I closed my eyes, the pounding in my head and the pain in my chest starting to get unbearable. I opened my eyes to see him trying and failing to lift the metal thing off me. The longer he struggled, the more pain flooded my body.
"Tyler," I whimpered. He stopped and looked at me when I said his name.
"It's going to be okay. Just hang on," he shushed. I closed my eyes again as he shouted, "I need some help over here!"
Just then, several members of his team came running over. They each took a different corner of the metal thing and lifted it.
"She's free!" Someone yelled.
Two pairs of hands reached down and grabbed my shoulders. When I opened my eyes, I saw Tyler and the one I think is called Boone, gently pulling me out. Once I was free, Tyler pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.
I couldn't fight it anymore as the darkness started to take over. As I lost the fight, I heard Boone panic, "What. . . What do we do?"
"We need to get her to the nearest hospital," Tyler said. "Now."
* * * * *
I woke up to a steady beeping. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the annoying light. The next thing I noticed was the sound of someone pacing back and forth. It hurt, but I turned toward the pacing.
"Y/N," Tyler gasped as he rushed over to the chair next to my bed and sat down.
"Tyler," I said weakly. "What are you doing here?"
"Wait. . . You don't remember what happened?"
I ignored my pounding head as I thought back. "I was on campus. I was leaving the library when. . ." Tears filled my eyes as I finished, "There was a tornado."
I closed my eyes, hoping the tears wouldn't spill down my face. I opened my eyes when I felt Tyler gently take my hand.
"You're okay," he whispered. "You have a couple of broken ribs, but no internal bleeding. Doc says you do have a concussion, though, so they want to keep you another day."
I couldn't look away from him. "You and your team found me," I said slowly.
"I can't take all the credit," he smiled. "We probably wouldn't have found you if you weren't using that tree branch to alert those nearby. That was pretty smart, Ms. Not Impressed. Can I change your nickname?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ms. Not Impressed," he repeated. "I figured. . . hoped that you'd be a little bit impressed now."
Something in his eyes changed. He examined me, scanning my injuries.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice soft.
"I keep thinking," he said slowly.
"About?" I gently pushed.
"If we hadn't found you," he whispered. We stared directly into each other's eyes, neither one of us saying anything for a beat. Soon, Tyler continued, "I have to admit something, Y/N. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
"Really?" I teased. "Here I was, thinking you'd easily forget about the girl who didn't give you the time of day when we first met."
"Are you kidding?" He teased back. "The one girl who wasn't acting like a crazy fan? It's only natural that she stands out to me. I couldn't help it even if I tried."
"Are you always a flirt?" I teased.
"Only for the special few," he said without hesitating. Suddenly, a thick tension fell in the room. I couldn't look away from Tyler, and it seemed like he couldn't look away from me either. I watched as he reached over and pulled my blanket up more.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice slightly breaking.
"Y/N. . ."
"Thank you for saving me, Tyler," I cut him off. "And I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he brushed off, reaching up and moving some hair out of my face.
"Yes, I do," I insisted. "I was a jerk to you when we first met."
"It's okay," he said, slightly shaking his head. "You told me about your adrenaline junkie that you had to bury."
"Still," I sighed. "I didn't have to be such a bitch to you."
"Don't call yourself that," he said quickly. He cleared his throat and slightly readjusted in his seat. He didn't look at me as he said, "I know you don't fall for adrenaline chasers anymore. . ."
"I don't," I cut him off.
"I know," he said quickly. "And I understand but. . . Can't you at least give me a chance?"
"Tyler," I sighed, trying to readjust.
"I'm not as reckless as most adrenaline chasers," he started to quickly list. "We may follow tornadoes, but we know not to get too close. We have plans and backup plans in place. We constantly review them. We have materials and emergency kits. I'm careful, Y/N."
"It only takes once," I cut him off.
"Y/N. . ."
"It only takes one mistake," I said, my voice breaking this time. "And I can't fall for a guy that may never come home to me. Not again."
"Y/N, please."
"I'm sorry, but no," I said, my voice breaking. I shook my head, ignoring the pain in my ribs as I slightly readjusted. "I can't do that, Tyler. I can't open up to you, flirt with you, date you, or anything else. Not when the other woman in your life is chasing."
"Be honest with me," he continued to push. "Are you saying no because you don't like me and don't want to give this a chance? Or are you saying no because of what I do?"
I stared at him, instantly knowing my answer. But I was too afraid to tell him the truth.
"Come on, Y/N," he whispered, scooting his chair a little bit closer to me. "Do you not like me, or do you not like what I do?"
"I know you and your group gather data. I know you and your group help people who lost their homes and towns due to a storm. I know you do a lot of good, but. . ."
"But what?" He gently pushed.
"But I also know that you and your group constantly put yourselves in danger as you gather data and help people," I finished. "Every time you chase after a storm, there is a risk of you not making it home. I can't live with that, Tyler. I can't watch you walk out the door with no idea if you are going to return to me. And you can promise me that you'll be safe all you want, but there is no guarantee."
Tyler leaned over and cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but kiss him back. As I started kissing him back, he reached up and gently cupped my face in his hands.
"I could guarantee my return if I stopped chasing," he whispered once he broke the kiss.
"No," I said instantly. "I'm not going to ask you to stop chasing. That wouldn't be fair of me."
"I'm not going to ask you to spend your life worrying I may never come home to you," he said, looking into my eyes.
"See?" I asked, my voice breaking. "There's no win-win here, Tyler. We would never work."
He thought about his response before speaking up. "I don't know what your previous adrenaline junkie did. I don't know what happened that made it so he didn't come home to you. What I do know is that I will do whatever it takes to make it home to you. Please, just give me a chance."
"When he didn't come home," I whispered, "it broke my heart. How do you know you won't break my heart?"
He leaned in and pressed his lips gently back to mine. He didn't give me time to kiss him back before breaking the kiss.
"I would never break your heart, Y/N," he whispered. He playfully smirked as he added, "Especially not after working as hard for your heart as I am."
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Not Impressed – Tyler Owens
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"Explain to me why we drove forty minutes to see a group of storm chasers?" I asked as we finally got out of the car. I instantly stretched, trying to get any relief for my back.
"Only because they are the best!" My friend, Lily, giggled.
"You mean, the hottest," I corrected, sending her a knowing look.
"Tyler Owens is GORGEOUS!" Mandy sighed dramatically.
"Yeah," I scoffed. "And will most likely die, chasing a damn weather report."
"I know how you feel about. . ."
"Don't," I cut off Jess. "You pestered me for days to come here. I'm here. That doesn't mean I have to hop on the same hopeless bandwagon and goo and gaw over these guys."
"You can at least enjoy how sexy Tyler looks," Mandy smirked.
"For the time being," I mumbled under my breath.
Luckily, I was saved by the over-the-top truck and RV pulling into the rest stop/gas station. I honestly had no idea how my friends knew that the YouTube-famous Tornado Wranglers would stop here. These guys may be good at tracking national disasters, but my friends were good at tracking people.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes as my friends started screaming and excitedly jumping up and down. I could only handle their fangirling for so long. To save myself from second-hand embarrassment, I turned on my heel and headed into the gas station.
I absent-mindedly roamed around, grabbing a few snacks and drinks. I checked out and let out a disappointed sigh when I saw my friends still shamelessly flirting with the Tornado Wranglers.
I walked over to the picnic tables and slowly ate some of the snacks. A lot more time passed. I finished the snacks, but stayed at the picnic table. I knew my friends would come and find me when they were ready to leave.
"Hiya, darling."
I looked up from my phone to see the head storm chaser smirking at me. I smiled politely at him before turning my attention back to my phone.
"I'm Tyler," he introduced himself.
"I know," I shrugged, not looking up from my phone.
"Would you like a picture?" He asked, clearly fishing. "Or a signature? Or a shirt?"
I looked up at him with no amusement on my face. "What makes you think I'm here for you?"
"Well. . . You're here and. . ."
"My friends wanted to see you," I clarified as I stood up and threw my trash away in a nearby trash can. "I, unfortunately, was dragged along."
"Unfortunately," he repeated, clearly surprised. "So you're not. . ."
"Impressed that you chase after tornadoes instead of doing something worthwhile with your life?" I taunted. "No, not at all."
* * * * *
I walked out of the motel office and sighed when I saw that tornado chaser and his friends talking in the parking lot. I quickened my step, hoping to go unnoticed.
It didn't work.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Not Impressed."
"If it isn't Mr. Trying To Kill Himself," I shot back as I kept walking.
"Whoa," he stuttered. "That seems a bit harsh."
I was hoping he'd give up as I jogged up the stairs, but he didn't. "At least tell me your name!" He called after me.
I stopped walking and crossed my arms over my chest. "Why?"
"So I don't have to keep calling you boring nicknames," he tried to flirt. He tried to pout to get me to give in, but it didn't work. What did work was me realizing that he would probably follow me to my room if I didn't tell him.
"Y/N," I said before walking away.
"Now, was that so hard?" He asked as he chased after me.
"It was painful," I mumbled. He started walking with me and kept looking at me as he got closer.
"I'm Tyler," he reminded me.
"Congratulations," I scoffed.
"What's with you?"
I stopped walking and turned toward him. He cleared his throat as he apologized. "I'm sorry. I just. . . I'm not used to women not fawning all over me."
"Hopefully, you've learned something from it."
"Why aren't you swooning?" He asked.
"Seriously?" I scoffed. "Does it matter?"
"Actually," he said, slightly clearing his throat, "it does."
"It's simple," I sighed. "I'm not into your type."
"My type?"
"Adreneline junkies."
"I wouldn't consider myself an adrenenline junkie," he stuttered.
"Adreneline junkies only care about one thing," I scoffed. "The next big chase or jump or whatever. They don't care about the people in their lives. They would happily die chasing the next big thing, not giving a damn about the person they leave behind."
I turned around and started to walk away.
"Wait!" He yelled, chasing after me.
"No," I spun toward him, catching him by surprise. "I will not wait. You know something, Tornado Wrangler, I've been here before. I used to be in love with an adrenaline junkie just like you. And guess what? The adrenaline won. And I had to bury him."
"Oh," he said under his breath. "Y/N. . . I'm sorry. Maybe we could. . ."
"No," I cut him off. "You seem like a decent guy, but I am not getting my heart broken by another adrenaline junkie."
Part 2
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