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𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐲

Summary: Tyler’s always wanted to show you something he loved—it just took some bad weather for it to appear. [Tyler Owens x Reader] [WC:2.6k}

Warnings: language, college-aged Tyler & reader, fluff, romance, this is a comedy? Idk folks. No smut though—sry :/. Just good ole fashion kissin’ in the rain. And what if I said this story was my real life experience, then what?

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“Where are we going?”

The tires of the truck were clunking along the rocky path to… well, nowhere. Thick trees surrounded you; the sun barely peeking through them as it began to decline in the sky and yet the truck kept tumbling along.

Shit. You thought for a brief moment as he didn’t reply. He might murder me.

“I told you,” his voice rang through your mind like a pinball machine. “It’s a surprise.”

“What if I said I didn’t like surprises?”

Tyler glanced at you as the truck hit a rough patch. Your hand was white-knuckling the grab handle above the window and your face was torn up in concern for the locale.

“I’d say, ‘honey’,” he put a hand on your clothed thigh. “I ain’t gonna murder you.”

“Well now that makes me think you are gonna murder me.”

Tyler laughed, squeezing your thigh joyously.

He was a maniac—Tyler Owens.

But he was also many things you did not know of yet. The first time you laid eyes on him was around eight months back when he walked in two minutes before the chemistry lecture. Every seat in the room was nearly filled except for the lone seat on the inside of the lecture hall beside you.

And when he sat there, you couldn’t focus on one goddamn thing.

It was silly—being twenty-one and having a crush on a guy in your science class. You weren’t in high school anymore but you sure as hell felt like it. When he asked for an eraser, you were too eager to provide it. One day he forgot his computer so he asked for some paper in the notebook you elected to use.

Each day you’d arrive a minute earlier than before with a childish hope that he would too and you’d be able to talk to him, learn about him. You weren’t in the same lab section so it was growing increasingly difficult to manifest a semblance of potential when it only occurred twice a week for an hour and fifteen minutes.

Fuck college schedules, is what you had concluded when he wouldn’t show up twenty minutes early to class.

Yet fate had a funny way of dictating what happens when.

Three months into class, your roommate suggested getting out and heading to a frat party one Saturday night and it shouldn’t have been a surprise to see him there. And out of some kindness, he went out of his way to say hi to his “lecture buddy” who’d helped him in times of need.

Every class that followed grew something in you. He came early to lecture to talk to you, joking about anything but the subject and going on and on about what he wanted to do when he graduated. His smile was contagious, as with his laugh. Bellowing and loud; Tyler Owens was everyone’s friend and everyone’s crush and you happened to be lucky enough to sit beside him until it was all over.

The semester ended and your interactions with Tyler ceased.

And it made you feel a little crazy for feeling down and out about your luck. Your roommates and friends tried everything to get you on the market: going to parties, joining strange clubs, playing trivia at the bar on Wednesday nights but nothing.

It was all nothing until something caught your eye.

You saw a flier for a meteorology seminar with a guest speaker from your local news. The premise wasn’t overly exciting for any one student at the university but for you, it was interesting enough to attend on a vacant Tuesday evening.

Like fate had promised before, it dealt you a winning hand.

Tyler spotted you as you walked through the door and waved you down. In your dumps, you forgot to think his attendance was a possibility even after he mentioned time and time again that he’d love to be on television, that he’d die to help people protect themselves.

So when he got ready to leave after the lecture, you weren’t going to die without facing a fear. You had to protect yourself from another six weeks of imaginary mourning and asked for his number.

And six weeks later you concluded he was going to murder you in some remote location in the plains of Arkansas.

“I’m not gonna murder you, alright?” He chuckled. His eyes were illuminated with a mischievous glow you couldn’t escape. You saw his eyes in dreams and knew you’d never want to imagine a day without them.

Fuck, you thought. It was way too early to be thinking of that.

“Then tell me!” You looked over at him with reason. “This road is so shitty I can’t imagine what’s on the other end!”

“Paradise, baby!” He smiled. “When I was a kid, my pops used to take me and my brother down here to go fishing. It’s this picnic area that I think,” he glanced at you with raised eyebrows, “no one else knows about. So don’t go runnin’ and tellin all them about this, ok?”

Oh.

It was personal.

“I won’t,” you promised.

“When my grandpa died I was,” he thought back on it as if it were long ago. “Nine and I came here with my mom and just sat. We stared out at the water and watched the ducks and the birds fly over until the sun went down. This was his spot and he passed it on to me.”

You suddenly felt an urge of regret pass over you as the comments from before soured.

“Tyler,” you said solemnly. “I didn’t—“

He brushed the nonverbal apology away.

“It’s alright,” he reassured. “There are plenty of reasons why you could have felt that way.”

It was heartwarming that Tyler didn’t dismiss your fears. There were so many guys, barely men, who would have called you crazy for a lot less. Tyler never made you feel that way.

Being with him was like chasing a high of the greatest strengths. Everything he did revolved around his ability to be free and willing to do what scared him the most and it was enchanting.

You could feel the sparks hit your heart.

“I’ve never taken anyone there before.”

“No?”

“You’d be the first.”

The two of you let that sit in the air as the road became more suitable for driving. The smoothness was welcome as his admission settled between you.

The first. He thought you special enough to be the first person to witness this place. You could have been ten feet tall at that moment. Never had anyone ever made you feel so special.

As the roads improved, the clearings of trees and bushes began to open up to a wider area with a paved lot on a taller hill.

It was beautiful.

Only the fairy tales could conjure a place like that. Billowing pines and lush greens on the bank of a river cut off by a large damn. The rushing water filled your ears amidst the squawking of wildlife uninterrupted by human activity.

It was so peaceful, charming.

The sun’s orange rays twinkled down onto the water and made it sparkle. Flowers in bloom, the buzzing of cicadas at the arrival of a hot and early spring warmed your cheeks as Tyler put the truck into park.

He watched you take in your surroundings of pure nature. A slight awe in your eyes, shallow breath at the sights. You were a vision in his favorite place.

“I thought we could have dinner here,” he tipped his head to the back seat where he had plastic Walmart bags full of food, unprepared and prepared for whatever fit your fancy. “And then, if we’re lucky, maybe it will rain.”

“Rain?” You turned to meet his eyes and they crinkled at the sides. Endearing, charming—just like this place.

Tyler hummed. “You mean to say you’ve never heard of rain?”

His words quickly became a joke. You rolled your eyes, hitting his chest with the back of your hand. It was solid under your touch and you were reminded that he was real. It wasn’t a fairytale and you were very much living it.

“Ha-ha,” you replied dryly.

“I’ll keep that one as a surprise.”

“I checked the weather before we left and,” you pointed to the sky. “No rain.”

Tyler unbuckled himself and opened his door.

“They just don’t see what I do.”

“And what’s that?” You asked him but he shut the door, moving to the backseat to take out the bags of items he procured, and then as ever the gentleman, opened your own door.

“Magic.”

You laughed but he was being serious. His eyes still gleamed with the same sly nature he was born with, but his touch was comfort. Hands carefully guiding you to a spot that he had meticulously planned out—even if this appeared to be a spur of the moment outing for you.

Everything was planned. Tyler wasn’t going to take just anyone to this spot. He’d be a fool to lie and say he hadn’t spoken to his mother about his plans just to hear her perspective on whether it was creepy, brilliant, or just plain sad.

However, he carried on to face his fears of bringing someone he liked to a place near-sacred to him. Tyler wasn’t a fool of love, he just hadn’t found anyone worth sharing these bits of him. And he also didn’t expect the feeling to come about so quickly.

Those fears he let simmer never truly came about in the reality he lived.

You were smitten. Absolutely fallen into this little spot in this tiny corner of the world with a man who was opening up before you. Tyler made the puzzle pieces of a perfect date fit together wonderfully.

The food, the drinks, the atmosphere—he hit an apex of the paragon of “partner,” “boyfriend,” or “lover.”

And you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as the sun began to truly fade.

You took a sip of your drink, coming down from a high of laughter at a story Tyler shared at his brother’s detriment. The sky was a shimmering shade of reds and deepening blues now; orange melting away for the sake of night.

“No rain,” you pointed out. He shrugged his shoulders, moving from a lounging position on the worn blanket to a lying one. His arms perched behind his head.

Tyler stared at the stars beginning to form.

He could see the shapes of the clouds, the movement quickening and the air cooling. It was as special as this place, his talent for finding the storms. Whether they brew inside or out, he found them and chased them with a passion—unrelenting and fierce. He sought the thrill.

“The night’s not over yet,” he said coolly. “Don’t count me out.”

“I’m not counting you out,” you defended, moving scraps of discarded food away from you to lay next to him. You shuffled to get comfortable in his vicinity.

“How often do you stargaze?” Tyler asked.

“Not often. I don’t think there’s an opportunity for it when I have nowhere to go.”

He agreed with a grunt. “I think you’re lookin’ in the wrong spots, honey.”

Oh those godforsaken nicknames. The country in him seeped out at their mention.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he removed his arms from the back of his head and pointed to the now appearing stars the darker it became. “See here?”

You moved closer. “Not really.”

“There,” he pointed again. “Right there in the middle of those two clouds.”

There were two stories at play here: one of him proving that rain was coming in the guise of stars and the second of you trying to be aloof in order for him to touch you.

You’d spent the last hour with him. Watching him talk, eat, smile, and laugh at anything that brought him joy. Those lips begged you to kiss them. They beckoned you like a ship lost at sea and in the clouds, the water would find it.

You shook your head innocently.

“I don’t know what I’m looking at, Ty.”

“Here,” he took your hand in his and pointed to the stars. “Look.”

In the sky above, a faint outline of the Little Dipper appeared in your vision. You smiled lightly. His hand with his finger pointing was still outstretched and connected to yours which made it grow wider.

You were giddy.

Tyler moved his finger to fully cup your hand but as you kept looking at the sky, he looked at you. You could feel his eyes on you, the turn of his face and the low breaths he released through his nose.

“What else do you see?” He asked lowly.

You breathed in deeply. It was just too beautiful to explain one thing. The clouds grew thicker, dense in the night as light was swallowed up by the moon. The air was now cool enough to send a chill down your spine and wish the blanket was more than a thin excuse for a sheet.

“It’s getting cloudy,” you observed. “There are more stars and it’s cooling off.”

“Anything else?”

“It’s just beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It is.”

“I’m can—“

You stopped mid-sentence at the sensation that hit your cheek.

It wasn’t air or breath or a bug or grass but a wetness that could have come from only one place: the sky. You waited for another to fall and it did not a second later. A third and fourth drop followed until it was a hundred drops or more into a steady downpour.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting up to feel the rain in your palms and Tyler sat up too. His laugh was one of joy that followed yours.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed as the water began to drench the area around you and your clothes.

“I told you!” Tyler shouted over the rain falling harder and harder. You blinked at him.

“How’d you know!?”

“Just did!”

“And what’s so magical about getting rained on?” You asked him.

He didn’t have a solid plan if it rained. All he knew is that he had seen this in the movies. A downpour catches two people in the rain and it creates one thing: magic. It’s innocent and daring, carefree and transparent. Rain makes lovers fall in love. It binds them to one spot, one moment in time where all the elements line up to craft one singular point that would forever be cemented in their memory.

“I don’t know,” he confessed.

Tyler positioned one hand to lean on behind your back while the other cupped your face. The rain dropped onto his hand but you were warm against the coldness of his hands. Your eyes glistened at him as the movies described.

“I don’t know what’s so magical about it.”

“Me either.”

“Can you kiss me?” You asked him. It wasn’t a question, per se. He was going to kiss you.

Tyler nodded his head, leaning in to meet your lips as the rain fell harder around you both. The sound of the rain disappeared when his lips met yours. Only the beat of your heart, the rush of your blood flooded your ears and body. You lifted a hand to grip his arm as he tilted his head, using his leverage to position you the way he wanted and deepened the kiss.

You could feel the tendrils of a story weaving in your bones. The place, the time, the kiss… it was a fairytale.

You dropped everything and kissed him in the pouring rain in a spot now forever implanted in your history, you felt the sparks fly higher.

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No Christmas Vacation - Part 1

Pairings: Tyler Owens/Reader

Summary: You and Tyler are dating. He takes you for a romantic get away for Christmas, but will the weather interfere with your plans?

Warnings: None yet.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tyler kisses your neck softly.

“Do we have to get up now?” you muttered rolling over to face him.

“Yeah, remember, today is the day that I am taking you on our Christmas vacation.”

With that, you smiled, sitting up in bed. Tyler had told you a few weeks ago that he wanted to take you away for Christmas. Ever since then, you had tried to get him to tell you where, but he wouldn't budge. He only told you to pack for cold. It didn't matter where you went, you were looking forward to the trip. You were looking forward to getting away for a few days.

“I made you breakfast in bed before we get started.” he said, reaching over to the nightstand and handing you a tray with pancakes, sausage, and coffee.

“That smells amazing, Ty.” You award him with a tender kiss. You met Tyler three years ago when you moved to Arkansas to follow a career in meteorology and storm chasing. Your first thought was that Tyler Owens was a cocky, reckless redneck who only wanted to be a YouTube star. It didn't take you long though to see the tender side of this cowboy tornado wrangler. He was the guy running into debris to find dogs, playing ball with a child in mist of total destruction. Tyler was both tough and tender.

“So, are you going to tell me where we are going yet?”

“Nope.” he grinned.

“How will I know if we have everything packed we need? What if it's warm? Is it going to snow? We aren't going to be chasing tornadoes, are we?” you groaned. It was two days before Christmas and while it wasn't exactly common to have tornadoes in the winter, it certainly wasn't impossible. You loved storm chasing as much as Tyler did, but not on Christmas.

“Well, we didn't pack for every season, but I think cold weather clothes will be all we need. I don't plan on any tornadoes either.”

“Well, at least you can tell me if we are driving or flying.” you said between bites of your pancake.

“Flying.” Tyler answered “...in a plane.” he added.

“No? Really? And here I thought you were superman.” you grinned.

“Maybe I am.” he winked at you.

After breakfast was over, Tyler took your tray, “I'll get our suitcases in the truck and load the dishwasher.” he offered, giving you time to take a shower and get dressed.

* * * * *

“You know, I am going to kinda miss our Christmas tree and decorations.” you say, making one more check on the door to make sure it locked and alarm set before walking to the truck. Tyler opens the door for you, “Does the hotel have a Christmas tree?” you ask getting in.

“Something like that.” he grinned.

It only took you about half an hour to get to the airport, but with the holiday crowd all traveling it took hours to get though security. Finally you make it though the airport check point and are loading the plane. Tyler still hasn't told you where you were going, but you knew you would find out soon enough.

“Welcome aboard.” a flight attendant was saying. You listened to the normal safety measures to take and then finally, “We'll be arriving in Oneida Wisconsin in about two hours. We expect fair weather.”

“Oneida Wisconsin?” you question. “What's there?”

“Well...” Tyler said sitting back in his seat, “Oneida is just the closest airport to fly into. I'll have a rental car waiting for us and then we're driving up to White Lake. We have a little secluded cabin on the lake for the next week.”

“Ty..that sounds amazing!” you squeeze his hand a little tighter as the plane takes off.

“Still nervous about flying?” he asked.

“30,000 feet is a long way to fall if something goes wrong.” you mutter.

A few hours later the plane landed safely and Tyler had collected the suitcases from the luggage claim area and was now loading it in the rental car, which wasn't a car, but a Dodge Ram truck. He always had to have a Dodge, even on vacation.

You were flipping though the radio station when you stopped on a weather report, “and we are expecting a White Christmas this year. White Lake is expected to get up to five inches of snow.”

“Did you know about this?” you asked.

Right now the day was sunny and warm...well, at least 75 and humid was warm for Wisconsin in middle of December.

“Not until yesterday, I didn't. They just started calling for snow.” he smiled, “But the cabin is going to be stock with everything we need. It even has a hot tub and fireplace.”Do you wanna build a snow man? Come on let's go and play...” Tyler started singing, making you laugh.

“This is going to be the perfect weekend.” you smile, staring out the window as the houses gave way to tall forest.

“Yes...yes it is.” Tyler smile, patting the small box that was in his jacket pocket.

“We're here.” he said turning down a small dirt road which ran for a few miles though the woods. Finally, a small wooden cabin perched on a lake came into view. A dock went out from the front yard and a small boat was tied to the dock.

As Tyler parked, you could see the cabin's porch had garland and Christmas lights wrapped around it, there was also Christmas lights running down the dock and a wreath was hung on the door and every window.

Tyler carried the bags to the cabin and entered the code that was given to him for the lock, opening the door.

“It's beautiful Ty,” you pull him into a hug. It was a one story one bedroom cabin. The living room had a brown leather sofa facing a fire place with a big screen TV hung above it. In the corner was a tall tree all decorated, completed with a star on top. The fresh smell of pine filled the room.

“Merry Christmas Darling,” Tyler kissed you softly, then picked up the bags, heading towards the bedroom, then stops in the door way, “Hey, Darling...come here.” he smiles, dropping the bags on the floor and pulls you into a long, slow, deep kiss.

“What did I do to deserve that?” you asked, eyes dancing with excitement.

He kisses you again and points up, to the mistletoe hang above the doorway. “Rules are rules...gotta kiss every time we pass though the door.”

“So, cowboy, what do you have planned for us first?” you grin.

“Well..since today is so warm, I thought maybe we could take the boat out?” he offered and paused, looking towards the bed, “unless you had something else in mind.”

“Oh..tempting, very tempting.” you kissed him, and lead him back towards the living room, “However, I think I'll choose take the boat out, but when we come back.” she winked, “Well, let's just see what happens.”

Tyler went into the kitchen to find that the cabin owner had stalked it well, as agreed, including a chilled bottle of wine. He fixed some sandwiches and grabbed the wine and a couple of glasses, checking his pocket again to make sure the little box was still there. He put the food and wine in a wicker basket, grabbed a blanket off of the sofa, “Ready” he asked, almost unable to contain his excitement.

You laugh at him, following him out the door, “What is so exciting about a boat ride?” you ask. The way he was acting you would have thought that he was chasing a F5 tornado.

“Come on, you'll see!” he was practically skipping down the dock and you couldn't help but laugh. One thing about Tyler Owens was that he had a way of making your heart soar. When you were with him, you were carefree. He had a way of showing you joy in every moment.

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Wildflowers

paring: Tyler Owens x f!reader

wordcount: ca. 7600

synopsis: When Tyler asks you to move to the States you know it's a batshit crazy idea. You've known each other for only 7 months, but then you look into those beautiful green eyes and you know there is no other place on planet Earth you'd rather be. So you do it. You move across half a continent and an ocean only to arrive in your new home, no longer knowing if the man you came for still wants you.

note: This is part of a new experiment. I have their entire story already plotted out, but I am not posting their stuff in order. It's rather just snippets that I just feel like writing and I'll make a master list so you can go through stuff, once I posted more of them.

This particular scene was inspired by THIS POST by @hunterthecharmer . It's probably more angst than you asked for (I had only the angst in my mind while writing most of it and skipped the whole fluffy cute stuff. Ah well), but I hope you still like it. And yes there is a happy ending. A good one I think.

Also the term Quatschkopf in this particular context as loving teasing comes probably closest to silly goose in a translation.

And for those interested I started a tag list, so please let me know if you want to be on there and also don't forget to specify if you are only interested in a particular series/character or if you want me to tag you in everything.

And please for the love of whatever you consider holy add your ages to your blogs. It's a major "f*ck you" right in my face when I see all the people interacting with my content who disrespect the most basic rules. And it's not like I haven't stated it every goddamn time. I don't need your birth certificate or anything it's enough to say 18+ or 21+ (if you are that old. Please don't fake that kinda stuff). It's not rocket science.

Trigger Warning ( You are responsible for your media consumption, proceed with caution, you know the drill): HURT/COMFORT, talk about SA (touch/groping, kiss), autistic!reader, disabled!reader, native german speaker!reader, body shaming (self and others), self-deprecation, cursing, non-canon (not even sure if this is canon compliant so, take that as you will), written by a non-native speaker, not beta read, HEA because I cannot deal with another pure angst fest.

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Tyler Owens was popular with the ladies. He knew it, they knew it, everyone and their mother knew it. Hell, he was popular with you too, but you had never expected the popular guy to like you back. It's not like there is anything special about you, quite the contrary. You were a wallflower, a concrete jungle city girl and still, Tyler Owens looks at you as if you hung the moon and the stars.  At least that's what your BFF Aria loves to emphasise, every time you stress yourself about this relationship.

It's not that you don't trust Tyler. He is your knight in shining armour. He had saved you in a moment where you had been ultimately vulnerable and he didn't exploit it. It is something you love him for. But whenever you pass a mirror and look at the woman who looks back at you, you wonder if you should send Tyler to an ophthalmologist. It had been drilled into you over decades of bullying and verbal abuse that someone like you wasn't worth it and even though the people in your life tried to prove you wrong, it's every day a new challenge to let those thoughts go.

When the first picture of you with Tyler shows up on the internet, you were embarrassed, not because of him or because it made your relationship public, but because you looked at the photograph and saw all of your flaws jumping out at you while he was there right next to you with that charming smile, the picture-perfect image of a southern gentleman. And it clearly shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did when some former classmates reached out to you. Most of the messages are vile and some are classified as jealous AF by Aria. You promised yourself not to let it get to you, even though the fact you and Tyler were forced into a long-distance relationship was more than enough of a strain on you as is.

When the thought of asking you to move in with him popped up for the first time in Tyler Owens' mind he hadn't thought it through properly but as Lily loved to cue him in on, it would involve a shit ton of paperwork and lawyers. Lucky for him, there were a lot of people who promised to help him if he ever needed it. So he got everything he could get ready before suggesting it to you. He had seen the shock on your face and the way you choked up on your drink. For a heartbeat, he regretted asking you, fearing that he had just broken the wings of the most beautiful thing he'd ever found in his life, but then he saw the soft expression on your face and the tears in your eyes.

"You are serious, aren't you?" "Of course, I am serious, princess. You think I'd spend hours sitting still in an office talking to lawyers because it's such an entertaining afternoon activity?"

He would have preferred to tell you this when you'd visit him next time, face to face while going down on one knee, but that was months away. Every fucking day he had a front-row seat witnessing the brutality of mother nature. A constant reminder of how quickly life could be over. The mere thought that either of you could be gone for good any second and he didn't do whatever it took to spend all his time with you scared him more than any tornado ever could.

"You did what?" "I prepared everything so if you'd say yes, we could get this party started", he says, knowing that this was scary to you. Change in general was, but to him being with you was worth it and all he could hope for was that he read you right when he believed you felt the same way about him. "I see so much death and destruction every day, princess. The thought that I am wasting time being a fucking ocean apart from the woman I love seems so stupid", there is a somberness to his tone and when his green eyes look back onto the screen to find yours, he sees a tear running down your cheek. God how he hated it when he couldn't brush it away and kiss your forehead to make things better. "No need to cry, pretty girl", his voice feels like a soft caress on your skin. God how much you missed him and the next time you could take a long enough break for it to be worth it to fly out to see him was months in the future. He was right. This was it, this was real. He loved you and you loved him. There was no point in being apart and you would never in a billion years expect him to stop what he loves so much to come to you.

"I have to give them a four week's notice at work...", your voice is quiet and he cannot help the wide smile spreading on his lips. "That sounds like a wonderful autumn wedding to me, princess"

Your eyes wandered around the now-empty apartment. It had been only one room, but it had been yours. To think that your entire life was packed up in boxes and shipped to the States still felt surreal. You actually fucking did it. Uproot your entire existence and move to the States to marry the man who wrangled natural disasters for a living and you were thrilled about the prospect of falling asleep in his arms from now on.

The cab is waiting for you downstairs when you unlock your phone. The first thing you see is a text from Tyler, wishing you well on your travels and it makes your heart skip a beat. This is why you did this, why you left behind pretty much everything you'd ever known to be with him. Because he made you feel like he cared about you. Really, deeply cared. The next message was a short video from Boone, showing all of the wranglers wishing you safe travels and Boone reminding you to pick up a few bars of that chocolate he loves so much. And then there was Aria's message, promising you that she'd come to welcome you at the airport, even if Tyler would surely not miss the chance to personally pick up the future Mrs. Owens.

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Yeah. This new life was sure as hell worth moving across an ocean to get there. As you saw the city fly by in front of the window you felt your phone buzzing again. You had put an alert on for anything Tornado Wranglers related and when you clicked on the link and watched the 5-second clip that played, you felt like your heart was stopping in your chest. This couldn't be. You watch it again and again but there is no way around it. It was a tad bit grainy, but this was Tyler Owens kissing someone. This had to be fake, so you sent it to Aria, asking her to verify that you were not seeing things or imagining shit before you leave the cab and enter the airport.

After going through the check-in and passing the security check you unlock your screen again. There are a lot of curse words in your chat, calling Tyler every name in the book. She'd checked the most recent lifestream and low and behold, there it was. In the background of a shot of Lily working on one of the drones. There wasn't more video material of the kiss itself and she didn't figure out who the woman was but that didn't matter much to you. All that mattered was that the man you crossed an ocean for wasn't even bothering enough with civility to break up with you instead of degrading you to a cheap side piece. You couldn't help the tears that were running down your cheeks and no matter how often you dabbed them away with a handkerchief, they always came back.

Aria: I'll pick you up at the airport and if that shitbag even dares to show his face, I'll break his fucking nose and I'll do it with my foot for nothing but your entertainment

As devastated as you were, reading this message made a small chuckle bubble up in your throat. That's why she was your best friend. She knew you, the good, the bad and the ugly and she was there whenever you called. That was the one thing Tyler Owens couldn't steal from you.

"If you keep running around like this, you'll wear out the floorboards", Lily was sitting on his couch, a wide grin on her face. They had spent the afternoon in Tyler's garage, checking the equipment before they'd retired it for the season. Usually, Tyler was sad that he had to wait another year to chase his adrenalin highs again, but right now his mind was preoccupied with something different. Something that happened today before they packed up and came back to his place.

"Hey, Tyler", he felt Lily's hand on his arm, keeping him in place while his thoughts were still racing, "What is going on? This is not your usual end-of-the-season blues and the clouds on your face mean it's not you looking forward to seeing your girl, so what's wrong?" Fuck why was she so good at reading him. Probably because she was one of the most empathic people he knew and having worked with him for years at this point helped too. "You know that you can trust me, right? Whatever it is, I won't judge", she gives him one of her gentle smiles and he closes his eyes, attempting to sort out the storm that was raging in his own brain.

"Are you having the jitters because she's moving in with you?" "Fuck no", he feels almost offended. The thought that he didn't want you around was ridiculous. Whenever he slept with you in his arms he felt like he got a glimpse at paradise and he would give the world to have that every day for the rest of his life. "I don't think she will move in here", he states, tears welling up in his eyes as he stares at the ceiling to avoid Lily's puzzled gaze. He was fucking sure that even kind Lily would judge him for the way he fucked up today.

"Why wouldn't she? That girl gave up her job, her apartment and uprooted her entire life to be with you. If that doesn't scream commitment then I don't know what does" "Because I kissed another woman today", he murmured and felt like his heart was shattering in his chest as he imagined the expression on your face when you found out and you sure as hell would. That kind of shit would definitely end up somewhere on YT or another social media platform, blow up and then he'd lose you. Feeling a hard fist hitting his biceps he looked back down into the face of a furious Lily.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? That girl is the best thing that could have ever happened to you. She is considerate, kind and supportive. She sacrificed everything to be with you and all she asked for in return was for you to love her and be faithful and you horndog cannot even manage that much?", her voice was loud enough to be heard in the entire house so he wasn't surprised one bit that the rest of the wranglers came over from the garage. "Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I feel like the worst piece of shit because I didn't push that bitch away the moment her lips landed on mine? That I needed an embarrassingly long amount of time to fight the instinct that kicked in?", the tears he had been holding in for the last six hours were finally running free. "I asked the woman I love more than my own life not only to move across a fucking continent and a bloody ocean into godforsaken tornado alley but also to spend the rest of her days with my sorry ass and for whatever reason she said yes and how do I repay her? Someone else's lips on mine"

A heavy silence filled the room and Tyler felt like it suffocated him. This was what he had feared almost as much as losing you. To lose his family too.

"I need air", he pushed past Lily and shoved away Boone's hand as he attempted to reach out to him, slamming his front door shut behind him.

He knows that you will not come home with him when he gets into his truck, placing the bouquet of wildflowers on the passenger seat and even though it is in vain, he's holding the box with the engagement ring in his hand, staring down at the rough diamond he got for you. He knows you weren't one for the big bling, so he picked something that felt like you. Simple, grounded and yet hiding a stunning beauty underneath.

"Wildflowers? Really Ty?", Boone's voice pulls him back as the man sits down on the passenger seat after putting the flowers on the console, "Don't you think a fuck up like yours calls for a shit load of red roses?" Tyler shakes his head, closing the black velvet box before he puts it back in his jeans pocket. "Red and white roses are for funerals", he murmurs, more to himself than his best friend. "Who says that?" "She does", is the only answer he gives before he turns over to his friend. He loved Boone, he really did but this was a ride he had to do on his own. Aria and him had just started to be a thing and Tyler didn't want their relationship to be another collateral in this mess.

"Get out Boone" "Fuck no. I'm not gonna let you ride into that storm alone. You are my brother" "You'll probably be on Aria's bad side for a while by pure association. Do you really wanna make that even worse by showing up with me?" "Bros before hoes" he states, arms crossed over his chest, "If you want me to leave, make me" "Fuck", Tyler groaned, turning back to the front and starting his truck.

They arrive at the airport an hour before your flight is supposed to land and he cannot help the nerves. His palms are sweaty and the fingers of his free hand are drumming a random rhythm upon his leg. What would he give for your hand in his right now, feeling how you are drumming your own rhythm against his skin to calm your anxious nerves that you always get in large crowds...

The whole drive here he attempted to play through every possibility, craft the right sentences for whatever you could throw his way. He wants to explain himself so badly, wants you to see his side of the story and beg for forgiveness he knows he doesn't deserve. Aria had sent Boone a message, warning them not to show their faces at the airport and neither of them questioned for a second that she would rip them apart with her bare hands if she had to. That woman wrangled cattle for a living, that's not someone you wanna fuck with, but for you, he'd face the wrath of your best friend even if it was the last thing he ever did.

His eyes wander up to the arrivals on the huge screen and finds your flight there. You'd land in half an hour so he would see your beautiful face in an hour max and the thought it would be the last time shatters his heart.

The moment Aria arrives in the huge waiting area she spots them. He really had the fucking audacity to show his stupid face here after what he did? And what makes this even worse is seeing Boone right next to him. Not that it should have been much of a surprise to her. He was his best friend and the way she would always cover your back, he covered his. It was only a shame that she had thought he was better than being friends with a bloody cheater.

Boone is the one to spot the blonde first with her Cowboy hat, boots and flannel shirt. His heart skips a beat before he remembers that right now she's the enemy, even if he hated the idea. "We are getting company", he tells Tyler who needs a lot longer to spot your best friend in the crowd. But then she's right next to them, glaring daggers at him and he cannot even fault her for it. "What? No threats? No telling us to fuck off?", Boone asks before his friend can even say something. "Nah. Just means I can keep my promise to her", she stares at the gates the arrivals came through with their luggage. "And that would be" "Break that fuckers nose with my foot for her entertainment" She says that so calmly that for a moment Boone struggles to compute the sentence. "How could you?!?" "I had ballet lessons a minimum of two times a week ages 3 to 24. I am sure your mind can fill in the blanks"

Tyler is not even properly listening to the banter those two are having. His eyes are only focused on finding you in the crowd and with every passing moment he feels his heart hammering against his ribcage, free hand wandering from his thigh into the jeans pocket where the ring box is, using it to keep his fingers occupied as the stream of passengers from your flight slowly started to die down. The longer you didn't walk through that door the worse it got and his mind started conjuring up all kinds of scenarios.

What if you had a meltdown or even worse a dissociative episode and no one knew how to help you? What if some sleazy asshole put his hands on you again and Tyler wasn't there to beat that guy into a pulp? What if...?

And then he saw you, in your comfiest clothes, noise-cancelling headphones on your ears and sunglasses over your eyes as you pulled a large trolly behind you and the ginormous signature handbag that always reminded him of Mary Poppins the second you opened it. Even with your eyes hidden by your shades, he can read your body well enough by this point. You are searching the crowd, probably for Aria rather than him and once you spot them you make your way over, fingers of your free hand turning the silver ring on your index finger. One of the typical stims you use to calm your nerves.

"Hey darling", Aria is the first to come closer, but even she is slow and deliberate in her movement. She knows you the longest and as much as she hates him right now, he trusts Aria's assessment of your mental state more than his own. "Hey Quatschkopf", there is a softness to your voice that makes Tyler's heart melt each and every time you speak your mother tongue. You open your arms and pull her into a tight hug. That means at least her touch is bearable for you right now and that's a place to start.

And then you pull back and he knows you are looking at him. Probably not his eyes, that's rough on a good day, but your focus is on him now. What would he give for a chance to see yours right now. Not only because they are one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen, but also because he needs every little detail he can get to manoeuvre through this as painless as possible for you.

"Anything you have to say for yourself?", your voice is calm and measured and Tyler is not sure if he'd prefer an outburst of rage or tears streaming down your cheeks right about now, giving him at least an indication of where you stood. "I know it doesn't mean much, but I am sorry, princess. I am so fucking sorry for what happened. I promised you forever and I fucked up after 33 days", he's shaking his head, trying to will the tears in his eyes back before he looks back down at his reflection in your sunglasses. What a pathetic piece of shit he was. "I am sorry that you had to see that. I never wanted to hurt you, believe me", he holds on to the ring box for dear life. "That's all?"

God, he hates that measured tone, the composure that you exhibit while he feels like a whole season's worth of tornados is wreaking havoc in his chest right about now. "All I can hope for is that maybe one day you give me a chance to win your trust back", he whispers, holding out the wildflowers to you. "Not even red roses? Cheapskate", Aria scoffs next to you. "Red and white roses are for funerals", Tyler and you answer in unison. "You remember that? I mentioned it like once...", you tilt your head a little and Tyler has to fight every fibre of his being not to step closer and put his hand on your cheek and pull you into his arms.

"Of course, I do, princess", he gives you the most heartbroken version of that blinding smile he usually has on his lips as he takes a step closer, eyes searching for any indicator in your demeanour that you did not want this before he reached out his hand to push back a single strand of hair that had fallen into your face. "Because when you love something, you'll spend your whole life trying to understand it"

You hate flying. Being locked up in a tin can for 11 hours is never a fun experience, especially not if that fucking thing is up in the air. There are only a hand full of people you love enough to go through that shit for and considering what the man you endure this for right now pulled off, you are pretty sure it's not worth the overstimulation and anxiety that cannot be chased away by a billion studies telling you that air travel is the safest form of travel by a long shot. To not get lost in your thought spirals you listen to piano music, fingers moving as if you were playing. That was annoying your neighbour and the guy in the front who couldn't lean back because you had your table down the entire time, but today was a rare day where you just couldn't bring yourself to give fuck. Even like this, the 11 hours feel like 11 days and when you get off the plane everything is just too much. The noise even though you have your headphones on with music and the light was so fucking bright even with your darkest shades. You felt a major headache coming your way so you hid in the restroom for a while to calm down and to avoid all the people heading straight for the luggage.

Once you came out of hiding, the area was much emptier and more manageable. Your trolly is the last one on the band, so you pick it up and head to security. You've seen that expression on people's faces far too often in your life. The judgement and disapproval, but you cannot bring yourself to care about that either. All that matters is that you are allowed to enter the country. The rest will be up for debate as soon as you figured out what you wanted to do with your life after the man you had dreamed of spending it with fucked around with someone else.

The arrivals hall still seemed rather packed, at least for your liking. You saw couples and families reuniting and for a moment you wished that you could forget you ever saw that clip and be thrilled and excited to start the rest of your life with the man you loved, still love even though his feelings apparently changed. That's when your eyes find Aria and right next to her Boone and... What the hell was he even doing here? Wasn't there another woman he had to take care of? Or was that some weird attempt at getting both at the same time?

No matter what it was, you needed Aria if you wanted to get out of here, so you made your way over to them, trying not to look at him. Those green eyes had a tendency to convince you to do really stupid shit. Like uprooting your entire life for a man you have known for eight months at best. You are done with being naive and stupid and you are done with fooling yourself into believing that a man like Tyler Owens could ever really want someone like you.

"Hey darling", Aria's voice is soft and gentle and you can see it in her whole demeanour. She's really careful right now, trying to figure out where you stand and how you feel. A flight like this would be draining your batteries on the best of days but considering the shitshow that was going on with Tyler, you were a ticking time bomb. A disaster waiting to happen and right now, she was the only person in your life you could still rely on. "Hey Quatschkopf", you use the word to tease her in the loving way that you do with so few people as you pull her into a tight hug. It's your way of telling her you are fine. Well as fine as you can be without a perspective and a cheating ex standing right next to you. You revel in the hug for a few moments longer than you usually would, trying to find the resolve for what comes next. You had dreaded this conversation, but you knew that with your best friend right next to you, there was at least something close to a chance to make it out of here with your sanity intact and your heart may be cracked, but not entirely shattered.

When you finally pull back you look up and straight into those green eyes that had captivated you from the start. Of all the people you had ever met, he was one of the few where eye contact was even mildly bearable. God you'd even enjoyed it at times and you blame those eyes for not realising much earlier, that his love for you was not as deep as yours was for him. You force yourself to find another place on his face to look at, focusing your gaze right between his eyebrows. It's something you learned. You could fake looking into someone's eyes like that and even though he had no idea where you exactly looked with your sunglasses still on, you fell back on the familiar pattern for your own comfort.

"Anything you have to say for yourself?", you fight so hard for these words to come out the way they do. Calm and without betraying any emotion. He didn't deserve to know how broken you felt, how much it hurt to know that for the first man you had ever really fallen for you are more of a new notch in his belt than anything else. "I know it doesn't mean much, but I am sorry, princess. I am so fucking sorry for what happened. I promised you forever and I fucked up after 33 days", you are not sure if that's genuine desperation in his voice or if this is your head coming up with something to rationalise the feelings you still have for him. There is a tiny part of your heart that wants to believe him. To forgive and forget but that is when your head weighs in, reminding you of all the second chances you had given to people and not one had been worth it. "I am sorry that you had to see that. I never wanted to hurt you, believe me"

"That's all?", you know that the moment you stop analysing and rationalising this and emotions get involved you are gone. You'd send yourself straight into a shutdown and you do not want him to see you like this. So vulnerable and all because he kissed someone else. "All I can hope for is that maybe one day you give me a chance to win back your trust", he whispers, holding out the bouquet he had held on to the entire time. You had fully expected red roses or some bullshit like that because everyone always used roses. It was so fucking boring and unimaginative, but those were wildflowers and considering the way the arrangement looked you were pretty sure he picked these for you. Why the fuck would he do that if he had someone else already lined up?

"Not even red roses? Cheapskate", Aria scoffs next to you. "Red and white roses are for funerals", Tyler and you answer in unison, making your eyes flicker back to his. Did he really just say that? You were pretty sure that topic came up only once and that was before you were even a thing.

Aria had dragged you to the fun fair and Tyler and Boone got roped in by association. Boone spent far more money than he should have on getting Aria a tiny stuffed bear when Tyler shot you a few plastic flowers, all roses. When he handed them to you with a theatrical bow he saw how hard you tried to look excited. "What's wrong princess?" "Red and white roses are for funerals" He furrows his brow, trying to understand where this was suddenly coming from so you continued. "Every funeral I've ever been to had either red or white roses", you whispered so quietly that you would have bet he didn't hear it but he did and took them off your hands, handing them along to Boone who held them out to Aria. Once he was focused back on you he offered you his hand and you took it gladly, fingers drumming a rhythm against his rough skin. He pulled you into his side as you walked over the fun fair. "Tell me, princess, what can a knight do to impress you?", you are surprised when you hear his question and turn to the side to look up at him, your eyes roaming his face from behind your shades. It seems like he is genuine in his question so you think for a while before you reply with that soft smile on your face he loves so much. "Pick me some wildflowers"

"You remember that? I mentioned it like once...", you tilt your head a little and your eyes search his face for any sign that this was not just a lucky guess, that he really cared enough about you to remember these tiny things about you. "Of course, I do, princess", he gives you the most heartbroken version of that blinding smile he usually has on his lips as he takes a step closer while you stay frozen in place, brain attempting to compute what was happening and how the things he said and did could go together with the clip you had seen 12 hours ago. "Because when you love something, you'll spend your whole life trying to understand it"

The words hang heavy in the air between you two and you want to believe it. You want to believe it so bad that this man you had so absolutely and utterly irrevocably fallen for loved you but then the clip flashes up in front of your inner eye and you look down to the floor, sadness on your face that makes his heart ache to kiss it away.

"If you love someone you don't hurt them" "Princess I never wanted to hurt you. I just..." "You don't owe me a justification, Tyler", you cut his explanation off and it makes his heart sink. You don't even care enough to give him the time to explain... "You are a grown-ass man who can make his own choices. It would have been nice to get a heads-up before I threw my life away to come here, but at the end of the day, what you do and who you do it with is your decision to make and yours alone. As long as you are two consenting adults, you are free to do whatever the fuck you want and it's sure as hell not my place to judge." "It wasn't consensual" "What?" "These girls came up while we were packing and I thought they just wanted a photo, maybe an autograph and then they'd be gone. In my mind I was already here, picking you up...", he began, tears welling up in his eyes that threatened to spill this time around. God, he wanted to see your eyes so badly right now, to have you as his anchor this time around when he feels the way you take his hand in yours, the cool silver of your ring pressing against his skin. "One of them came up to me and I thought this would be a normal kind of picture. I've done this like a billion times already", the frustration is audible in his voice as his eyes look up to the ceiling, not wanting to show the tears that escaped his eyes.

"Tyler you don't have to", your voice is gentle and god he wants to take the offer. Just tap out and not think about this whole shitshow any more but he can't. "I am about to lose the love of my life because of a bet some fucking college girls made, so fuck yes I have to", his eyes are now back on your sunglasses, hoping that you can see the sincerity in his eyes. He takes another step towards you, his hat shading you from the bright neon lights. "I was distracted and when she threw herself at me instinct kicked in. I needed a moment to realise what was actually going on before I shoved her off. It's embarrassing how long that took and I will never forgive myself that even for the blink of an eye I kissed her back" When you begin to shake your head his heart panics, skipping a beat or two. This was it. Whether you didn't believe his story or it wasn't enough for you to forgive didn't matter. You were slipping from his fingers and god did that hurt.

"You think it was my fault when that sleazy guy pushed me against the wall at the rodeo and tried to pull my top down?" He's taken aback by that question but nevertheless, his answer follows quick like a shot. "Fuck no" "Then why are you blaming yourself for the same thing?" "Because it isn't..." "Yes, it is. At its core it's someone ignoring your human dignity and free will by taking what you are not consenting to give", Tyler closes his eyes for a moment, trying to allow your words to sink in. "One might even argue your case is worse because he just tried where she succeeded", he opens his eyes again to look down at you, hoping against hope that your kindness meant that he still had a chance. "I am sorry that happened to you Tyler. No one should have such an experience...", you took a deep breath, thumb gently drawing circles onto his skin. "Why didn't you just tell me?" "I was terrified. You sacrifice so much for us... for me. How could I tell you that I kissed someone else" "You didn't, Tyler. Someone kissed you and that's not just semantics" "Can I please take the sunglasses off", his voice is pleading and you know that this is something he needs right now or else he wouldn't have asked so you nod, allowing him to take them off with your eyes closed before he leans back over you and once you notice the shadow of him blocking out the ceiling lights you open them. "I thought I'd never get to see those eyes again", his voice is sombre, entirely missing his usual cockiness and bravado.

"You need something else?" God, why were you like that, so sweet and understanding? You were bending yourself backwards to accommodate people in a world that barely ever showed you the same courtesy. "Tell me I have a chance. Tell me I can spend the rest of my life trying to figure you out", his breath is warm as it fans over your face. "If something like that happens again, what would you do?" "Tell you the truth knowing that I have nothing to fear because I trust you with all that I am", his eyes her glued to yours, feeling like those eyes were the only safe haven in an ocean of anxiety. There is a moment of silence, the noises of the airport surrounding you filling the air between you. A part of you had expected that he'd say it would never happen again, that next time around he would be more guarded, and control the situation better but his answer was the one you had longed for. You nod, your gaze really meeting his for the first time today, you see how there was something lighting up that washed the sadness away.

"Ich fühle mich als hätte ne Horde Elefanten auf mir steppen geübt", you murmur, allowing yourself to melt into his chest. It took him a moment before he wrapped his arms around you, as tight as he could. Hearing the way you spoke German always made his heart melt. There was a softness to your words, a gentleness that felt like you caressed his soul. "I thought Elephants are dancing ballet, not tap?", he allowed his head to rest on yours, a smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to your hair. The smell of your shampoo was faint, but it still felt like the most comforting thing in the world right now. He didn't give a fuck about Aria and Boone and he cared even less about the other people who probably witnessed the scene unfold in front of them. He feels the way your body is trembling in his hold when you start to laugh and then look up at him. "That's hippos, Ty", your hand is smoothing up and down his back, prompting him to pull you even closer against his chest. "Ah. But at least the continent and land mammal was right", he joked, knowing that this would lead to him being sentenced to watch Fantasia with you. Not that he minded. He didn't care much what was on TV as long as you were in his arms. "We should get you out of here, Princess. Your carriage awaits you", his comment makes you chuckle. "Tornado Wrangler, Knight, Coachman. You are a man of many talents, Tyler Owens" "For you, I'll be whatever you want, princess" He knows he should pull back so he can guide you outside to the truck and leave but he doesn't have it in him to let go just yet. He thought he would never get this back, that he had lost the best thing that ever happened to him because he let his guard down at the wrong moment. He should have known better, should have known you better.

"You can let go, Tyler. I won't spontaneously dematerialize" "You sure about that?", you pull back a little and your eyes focus on a button of his flannel shirt. "I mean never say never, but", the tired smile on your lips was the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life. "If you'd hold a gun to my head and taking my current knowledge of this reality into account, I'd place my bet on no, I won't" He cannot help the laughter that starts rumbling in his chest, vibrating through his body and yours. This is why he is the luckiest bastard on planet Earth. He had you in his arms.

"I might have somethin' that could help tethering you to your new life", he reaches into his jeans pocket, pulls out a tiny black velvet box and opens it. Inside is a beautiful ring, silver with a raw diamond. "If it weren't for those stupid ceiling lights I'd go down on one knee", he whispers, lifting the hand that had been holding his before to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss onto your knuckles before he continues. "I would love to spend the rest of my days trying to understand you, princess. That is if you let me" He feels your free hand resting on his cheek as you pull him down into a kiss. It's soft, gentle and feels like home, the embodiment of what you are to him. "I'd love that"

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[that-one-enthusiast]

Starting Over Again Chapter 7

Warnings: few swear words, injury, nightmares, bed sharing. Some Fluff. I didn't get into too much detail. 18+ .

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Tyler Owens sat at your bedside for 8 hours, comforting you when you were awake, asking questions when the doctors or nurses came in to check on you, and watching you sleep while thanking the gods above that you were going to be okay. The team came by and offered to sit with you while he went back to the hotel to rest, but he refused. He wasn't leaving your side. He felt guilty for not being there to protect you from Lee. He knew how broken and afraid you was when you first arrived. He knew there was still fear and pain...and he wasn't there when you had to face that fear.

“What you thinking about?” you ask, opening your eyes and seeing him sitting there. He looked tired, eyes heavy with sleep, lines of worry and pain etched in his face.

“Oh, hey Darling,” he smiled softly. “Just thinking how I always say you don't face your fears...you ride them. I don't know if I can do that this time.”

“What are you worried about?” you ask, squeezing his hand softly.

“What if something happens to you and I can't protect you.” his lips formed a thin line. “I know Lee is around here. I also know a guy like him isn't going to leave and give up.” he feels you shudder and he holds your hand tighter. “It scares me to think that if he came in here right now, I wouldn't be able to hold him off. I would fight to the death for you, Y/N. But I know, right now, it would be a fight I would lose and that scares me to death. It's not that I am scared about what will happen to me, I am scared what will happen to you if I am no longer able to protect you. That's why I thought maybe a week or two at the beach...but I don't want you to think I am running. Trust me, I don't run from my fears. I am gonna hunt that bastard down and kill him myself.” Tyler fumed.

“Shh..” you sooth him, seeing how upset he was getting, seeing the fear in his eyes. “First of all. I don't want you hunting him down. Not now. Not ever.” you remove your hand from his and touch his face softly, “However, if he does come back around I can promise you that you won't be fighting him alone. I am done running from him and being afraid. I have something worth fighting for now...you. If we have to face Lee, now or any other time, I will be right by your side.”

“No, Y/N...you can't. You're hurt. Please baby, if he does show up, please promise me you will get away and just go for help. I'll hold him off as long as I can, but I want you to get away. Please.”

“And leave you? Never.” you whisper.

Your conversation was interrupted by a doctor coming in. “Hey there Ms. Y/LN. How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” You offer your best smile.

“Well, everything is looking good. I'll go ahead and get your discharge papers ready and get you out of here. It might be a hour or so, but we will get it done.”

“Great. Thank you so much, doctor.” you smile and look over at Tyler squeezing his hand.

“Does this mean we are on our way to the beach?” he asked hopefully. “Tony is a old rodeo friend of mine. He said we are free to stay at his beach house as long as needed. He uses it as an AirBnB, but it's empty right now. He said he could even get it stocked with some food for us for a few days.”

“I would love to go to the beach, but can you make a trip that long?” you asked. “How long of a drive is it?

“The team and I were talking about it.” Tyler said. “It's about a nine hour drive. Boone would drive my truck and they were going to fix up the backseat for us. We'll have pillows and I'll be able to stretch my leg out on the center console. Lily, Dani and Dexter would follow us down.”

You smile, taking his hand and squeezing it, “There's nothing I would like more then some time away with you.”

“I'll let the team know. We can leave soon as they release you. We'll drive though the night and be there tomorrow morning.” Tyler sighs in relief. He would feel much better once they were on the road to the beach. It was private and secluded. No fans would be there taking pictures. No one would know they were there. They would be safe, until he was healed enough to confront Lee once and for all.

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Lee sat in the parking lot of the hotel, watching the team coming and going, make notes of the vehicles and tag numbers. He would find out where each and every one of them lived. They would pay, but no one was going to pay as much as Y/N and Tyler. “How dare you leave me for some boy toy. If I can't have you, no one will.” he seethed.

He took interest when all three of the Tornado Wrangler vehicles left at the same time. This was new. This hadn't happened before.

He fired up his truck and started to follow them. They stopped for gas and he pulled into the parking lot, pulling his phone out and videoing them.

Lee uploaded the video to a Tornado Wranglers fan site with a comment, “Hey guys! Just saw the wranglers fueling up! Anyone know where they are off to now?”

He smiled. The millions of Tyler Owens fans would now be helping him keep an eye on the team...and not even know it.

The trio left and Lee fell in behind, taking note that they were heading to the hospital. He sat across the street watching and videoing as the team helped Tyler and Y/N into the red Dodge and headed towards the highway.

Lee decided not to follow them. He didn't need to right now. He had a large group of fans that would do that for him. He opened up the Wranglers fan page and added the newest video and a comment, “Great news! Tyler and the new girl are out of the hospital! Team is heading south. Y'all keep your eyes out for them!”

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“Road Trip!” Boone cheered, turning onto the Interstate.

Tyler smiled, leaning back in the seat. He had choose to sit in the middle where he could prop his leg up on the console. The team had set up boxes of shirts and piled pillows up to the right side of him, so he had a place to lean against. You sat on his left side so you could keep a pillow against your side where the stitches were. Tyler wrapped his arm around you and pulled you towards him, where you could lean against his shoulder.

“Get us there safely, Boone.” Tyler muttered, giving into sleep. You were safe by his side, they were heading to a safe place where you both could rest and relax. Now...he could get some much needed rest.

Boone glanced in the mirror then picked up the radio, “And they are out.” he grinned.

“Bout time those two got some rest. Tomorrow is a new day..” Lily signed off and settled in for the drive.

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Tyler was awaken by Boone, “Hey...Ty. We're here. The team and I will get everything unloaded that we need, but lets get you and Y/N in there and settled.”

“What time is it?” he muttered. It had seemed like he had just went to sleep. Could it have already been 9 hours of driving?

“It's about 4am.” Boone said.

Tyler rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. “Yeah, alright, lets go get settled.” he turned to you and gently shook you, “Hey Darling. We're here.”

“What? Already?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stretched. The smell of the salt in the air confirmed, you were at the ocean. Other then that, it was nothing but darkness of night and twinkling of the stars above. Boone helped you from the truck and you looked up the sky and swore you could see every star shining brightly.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Tyler smiled as he carefully climbed down from the truck and stood next to you. The wind rustled though the palm trees. You couldn't see the water, but you could hear the gentle rhythm of the ocean as the waves rolled in.

“It sure is. I haven't been to the beach in forever. We used to take a trip every summer, but then my mom got sick and we just never went back. I've missed this.” you whispered.

“My mom always told me that the ocean was good for your body and soul. It will heal you from the inside out.” Tyler picked up your bag and his, and placing a hand gently on your back, he lead you to the front door.

“Where's the key?” Boone asked.

“Tony said it would be above the right window.” Tyler called to him.

“Got it!” Boone opened the doors and got the lights on. “Wow...nice place!” he whistled.

The house was a light blue on the outside with gray trim,, matching the colors of the ocean and sky Inside, the first room you entered was the living room, the walls were a teal that seemed to change colors from blue to a sea green depending on how you looked at them. The floors were a dark oak. Their was a big screen TV, game system, white living room suite with a light wood coffee and end tables. There were ocean themed pillows and throws neatly placed on the sofa and chairs.

Though the living room was the kitchen, yellow walls, shining white cabinets and stainless steel appliances. There was a island in middle of the kitchen with a cook top. Off to the left side of the kitchen was a pantry door and then a walkway into the dining room. The dining room was a deep orange red color, which reminded you of coral. There was a long dark wood table with chairs for 10.

“Tyler, this is beautiful.” you agreed as you slowly walked though the house.

“There's a master bed and bath downstairs.” Tyler said. “There's two baths and four more bedrooms upstairs.”

“So we each get our own room?” Lily grinned.

“Yep,” Tyler smiled. His team needed this as much as you and him. He turned to you, “I know before all this happened we were going to go with different beds. That seems like ages ago now.” he paused, “I know there's only one queen bed in each room. If you aren't comfortable...” he paused as you took his hands in yours.

“I think we have kinda established that we are in love.” you smiled, “I trust you more then I have ever trusted anyone else, and to be honest, I wouldn't want to be anywhere other then next to you.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly to the giggles of the team, “Get a room! Actually, just GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Boone laughed.

“Will do!” Tyler flashed a grin, taking your hand and turning to the team. “Tony said he had the rental agent stock us up on food for a few days, until we got settled and healed. Make yourselves at home.” With that, he lead you to the master bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The bedroom was huge. It had a patio with sliding glass doors that over looked what you assumed was the ocean. You would have to wait until the sun came up to see what laid just beyond the patio. White lace curtains covered the window above the four poster bed. The walls were a light teal color. One the far wall was a door that lead to a master bath with a stone shower in one corner and a large jet tub next to it. The bathroom was a mixture of tan and dark browns.

Tyler smiled, standing behind you and wrapping his arms gently around you.

“Thank you for this. For everything.” you turn around in his arms so you can face him.

“There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Y/N.” he whisperers, “nothing.” He kisses you softly and picks up the bags again, laying them next to the dresser. You notice how badly he was limping, he held on arm across his chest and pain was etched in his face.

“Tyler? You okay?” you asked, rushing to his side and helping him to sit on the bed.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just tired and sore.” he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes against the pain.

“Didn't they give you medicines to take?” you ask, taking his shoes off and helping him pull back the covers.

“Yeah, they did. It's in my bag somewhere. There's pain medicine and a cream for my leg.” he muttered.

You cross the room and search though his bag, finding the medicine, “When did you last take either of these?” you ask.

“Sometime before we left the hospital.” he answered, “Come here and lay down and rest. You're hurt too and you need rest. Don't be fussing over me. I'll get up here in a minute and take them.”

You scan the medicines in your hand, “Tyler Owens! You're suppose to take the pain medicine every four hours as needed and the cream on your leg is to help prevent infection. That should be done every six hours. You're telling me you haven't taken either of these in over ten hours?”

“Sorry..I had other things on my mind.” muttered, already drifting off to sleep.

“Well, we are getting this taken care of right now. I am going to the kitchen and getting you some water. While I am gone, get your pants down and let me see that leg.”

“You want me to take my pants off for you, huh?” Tyler opened one eye and looked at you with a devilish grin, making you blush.

He watched you as you walked out the door and wondered how he had gotten so lucky. Carefully, he stood up again and slipped his pants off, going down to his boxers before laying back down, doing his best to hide the pain he was feeling as you came back into the room.

“I am ready for you, nurse Y/N.” he grinned at you/

“Just be a good patient and take your medicine.” you mutter, handing him the pain pill and cup of water before turning to his leg.

The cut was deep and bruised, running from his hip almost to his knee. You carefully spread the cream over the cut. Your soft warm touch on his leg, your hand running from his hip down his leg was enough to drive him crazy. Tyler hissed and you pulled your hand away, “Sorry...I am trying not to hurt you, I just need to get this cream in.”

“It's okay, you weren't hurting me.” he answered taking slow deep breathes, trying to control the fire you sent racing though his veins.

“Oh...” you suddenly realize that it wasn't pain causing Tyler's quicken breathing or the hiss that escaped his lips. It was your touch on his leg. “Sorry,” you mutter, sliding the covers back up.

“Oh don't be sorry, Darling.” Tyler winked, “we will finish what you started...when you're ready.” he smiled, letting you know he was ready and willing when you were, but he wasn't pushing you in any way.

You lean over and kiss him softly with a devilish smile. You weren't going to tell him you were more then ready now, but you also knew now was not the time.

Tyler turned out the lamp beside the bed as you slide under the covers and curled up against his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around you and lays his head against yours quickly giving in to sleep.

It was dark and rain was pouring down. Tyler's heart raced in his chest, pain ran though his chest and his leg, but there he stood, facing down his greatest fear. A man stood there and he knew Y/N was behind him. “I am going to kill her!” the man yelled. “Over my dead body!” Tyler yelled back. He turned towards Y/N and yelled, “RUN! Go get help. I'll hold him off as long as I can.” And with that he dove into the man, tackling him to the ground. They fought and Tyler was getting in some good punches, then he felt a knife jab in his side. He could hear Y/N yelling his name as he rolled off of the man. In an instant, the man was kicking his chest and suddenly he couldn't breath. Tyler gasped, tried to yell at Y/N to run but he couldn't get any air in his lungs. He felt the fire of pain raging though him and he could see the man grabbing Y/N and throwing her to the ground.

Tyler sat up in bed yelling your name, tears streaming down his face, a cold sweat covering his body, pain raging though his chest from the sudden movement. His breathes were coming in deep gasps. Slowly he realized it was a nightmare and he turned to reach for you, but found the bed empty next to him.

“Y/N?” he yelled again, this time, real fear filling him.

“Tyler? What's wrong?” you come rushing in, sitting next to him and wrapping your arms around him. “What happened?” you asked concerned.

He held you tightly to him, his body was shaking. He buried his face into your neck and just sat there holding you. “Terrible nightmare.” he said, “Then I woke up and you weren't here and I didn't know what had happened.”

Tyler began to calm down feeling you next to him and realizing everyone was safe. It was just a nightmare.

“I couldn't sleep and thought I would make breakfast for everyone.”

“Everyone else is already in the dining room eating. You want me to bring your plate in here?”

“No, I'll get dressed and be out there in a minute.” he answered, “can we just cuddle here for a little bit first?” he asked.

You smile against his chest as he pulls you closer, “That, Mr. Owens, is something I will never refuse.”

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Do you do fanfic requests? If so I was hoping for maybe an angsty enemies to lovers with Tyler Owens, like they are rivals and just got off on a bad start that spiraled into them hating each other but slowly seeing there's more there but being in denial until maybe like Reader gets injured in a chase or helping someone and Tyler realized how he truly feels? Idk lol. Just need some good angst and hurt comfort.

Stormfront Showdown (Part 1)

Tyler Owens x fem!Stormchaser!reader

Summary: Y/N and Tyler have been longstanding rivals, their past filled with unresolved conflicts and clashing opinions on storm chasing. With vastly different approaches to tracking and studying storms, their heated debates have become legendary. Now, with the upcoming storm chasing convention on the horizon, tensions are set to skyrocket. You know Tyler will be there, and the question is: will this be another explosive encounter, or will the storm finally bring them together in unexpected ways?

Word count: 2262

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, verbal sparring, competition, dumb blonde joke, teasing, a little angsty idk.

Notes: Thank you so much for your request! I apologize for the delay; I recently started school and things have been hectic. I took a bit of creative liberty with your request and turned it into a short series. I hope you don't mind! If anyone wants me to make a taglist, just let me know. I hope you enjoy it—bye! 💜

The storm chaser convention is your annual pilgrimage as a weather enthusiast or professional. The ballroom of the Kansas City Grand Hotel buzzes with anticipation. As you stand at the entrance, your eyes sweep the room with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. You don't particularly enjoy these crowded events, preferring the solitude and precision of your solo chases, but your presence here is a necessary evil—an opportunity to share your findings and emphasize the importance of safety and scientific rigor.

You smooth the front of your blazer, double-checking your notes for the panel discussion. It’s then that you spot him: Tyler Owens. The Tornado Wrangler himself stands surrounded by a throng of fans and admirers, his laughter loud and infectious. His rugged appearance, complete with cowboy boots and a well-worn hat, seems to dominate the room. Boone is there too, camera in hand, capturing every moment for Tyler's YouTube channel. Lily, Dexter, and Dani mingle nearby, each in their element.

You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves. The name Tyler Owens epitomizes everything you abhor in storm chasing—recklessness, unchecked bravado, and an insatiable thirst for sensationalism. To you, he is the living antithesis of diligent scientific inquiry and responsible journalism.

Your last encounter with Tyler was nothing short of disastrous. What began as a simple disagreement escalated into a full-blown public feud, broadcasted for the world to see via social media and various news outlets. You had penned a scathing article, meticulously criticizing his methods as dangerous and irresponsible. Your words were sharp, intended to signal a wake-up call not just to him but to the entire community of storm chasers.

Tyler, never one to retreat from controversy, responded with an incendiary video. Filled with passionate retorts and dismissive gestures, his rebuttal ignited a firestorm of reactions, polarizing the storm-chasing community and capturing the attention of a captivated audience.

The bitter memory of this exchange still lingers in your mind, a festering wound that has yet to heal. Now, as you anticipate another face-to-face meeting with him, you feel the weight of that unresolved animosity. You brace yourself for the confrontation that seems as inevitable as the approaching storm you both intend to chase.

The panel is called to order, and the moderator introduces the speakers with a flourish. You take your seat, your heart pounding in your chest. Tyler settles into the chair next to you, flashing a charming smile that belies the tension crackling between you.

"Welcome, everyone," the moderator begins. "Today, we have a diverse panel of storm chasers who will share their unique perspectives on this thrilling and dangerous field. Let's start with you, Y/N. Can you tell us about your approach to storm chasing?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking. "I believe storm chasing is an essential tool for advancing our understanding of severe weather phenomena. My approach focuses on meticulous planning, data collection, and public safety. The goal is to minimize risk while maximizing scientific value."

Tyler leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he addresses the room. "You know, while I truly appreciate Y/N's unwavering commitment to safety," he begins, his voice smooth and confident, "we sometimes overlook the bigger picture. Storm chasing isn't just about data and caution—it's about raising awareness and capturing the awe-inspiring power of nature."

He pauses for effect, letting his words sink in before flashing a charismatic smile at the crowd. "My team and I, we're not just scientists; we're storytellers. We bring these magnificent storms to the world, showing people a side of nature they rarely see."

His smile widens, eyes sparkling with excitement. "We have a saying in our crew: 'If you feel it, chase it.' Because in those moments of raw, untamed nature, we find our stories, our inspiration."

The room erupts in appreciative murmurs and nods of agreement, some even breaking into applause. Tyler's infectious enthusiasm and charm work their magic, swaying the audience to his perspective, if only for the moment.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Raising awareness is important, Tyler, but not at the expense of safety. Your methods put not just you and your team at risk but also the communities you travel through."

"And your methods," Tyler shoots back, "might yield scientifically valuable data, but they often lack the human element. People need to see the raw, unfiltered power of these storms to understand what we're dealing with."

The panel has been raging on for twenty minutes, each of you firing verbal volleys that keep the audience captivated. The tension is palpable, and it’s clear that you and Tyler aren’t on good terms.

Tyler leans forward, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He’s baiting you, and he knows exactly which buttons to push. "You know, ever since that article you wrote, questioning my methods, I've been wondering. Maybe you're just not a fan of a little excitement? Gotta admit, though, it did spark quite the public feud."

The hint of satisfaction in his voice is unmistakable—he’s reveling in the attention, the controversy, and most of all, the fact that he’s gotten under your skin.

You snap back, your tone fiery and unapologetic. "And with good reason. Your methods are reckless, Tyler. Capturing nature is one thing, but ensuring the safety of our team and the community is paramount. Data collection can be done without playing Russian roulette with our lives."

Tyler smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but without taking risks, we miss out on the most stunning phenomena. The beauty of a storm isn't just in its data points—it's in the visceral experience."

Your eyes narrow, voice sharp and unyielding. "Visceral experiences are meaningless if they end in tragedy. We need to strike a balance—pushing limits, yes, but with calculated caution. Not reckless abandonment just to feed your adrenaline addiction."

Leaning in slightly, his voice drops to a teasing whisper, "Careful. If you play it too safe, you might end up in a cozy weather office instead of out there chasing the real action."

You raise an eyebrow, your smile icy. "Better a cozy office than a hospital bed, Tyler. Besides, in the office, I can keep an eye on your antics, making sure you don’t turn yourself into a cautionary tale."

Tyler chuckles, clearly unfazed. "Touché. But admit it, you'd miss our epic sparring sessions out in the field."

You smirk back, your tone dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe. But I'd miss watching you lose a battle of wits with a breeze. It's like a real-life dumb blonde joke, but without the punchline."

Boone, with his characteristic enthusiasm, interjects, "You both have valid points! The thrill and the data—can't we find a middle ground here that marries both perspectives?"

Tyler grins at Boone's comment, "Maybe, Boone. But finding that middle ground is easier said than done."

The moderator, sensing the escalating tension and the need to maintain decorum, finally calls for a break. Their calm yet authoritative voice cuts through the cacophony of arguments, bringing a temporary ceasefire.

"Let's take a ten-minute break to gather our thoughts," the moderator says, brokering no argument. "This will give everyone a chance to cool off and reflect."

The announcement is met with a collective exhale from the audience. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you step away from the podium, your mind racing with the flurry of ideas and rebuttals. Tyler shoots you a confident smirk, clearly reveling in the public sparring.

As the room buzzes with low conversations and people stretch their legs, you glance towards Boone, Lily, Dexter, and Dani. Boone gives you a thumbs-up, his eyes sparkling with excitement for the next round. Lily offers a supportive nod, while Dexter's contemplative gaze meets yours, as if silently urging you to remain steadfast. Dani approaches you quietly, her concern evident.

"Take a moment to breathe," she advises softly. "You’re doing great, but don’t let him get under your skin."

You nod, appreciating the support as you resolve to keep your composure for the next part of the debate. Tyler may have won the crowd for now, but the debate is far from over.

You step away from the panel, finding solace in a quiet corner of the room. You sip your water, your mind racing with a mix of frustration and determination. A voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N," Tyler says, his tone unusually soft. "Can we talk?"

You turn to face him, your eyes narrowing. "There's not much to say, Tyler. We clearly have different philosophies that will never align."

He sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Look, I know we've had our differences, but we're both here for a reason. We're passionate about what we do. Maybe... just maybe, there's a middle ground we haven't considered."

Before you can respond, a group of Tyler's ardent fans—mostly attractive young women whose adoration for him is barely concealed—swarm in, interrupting your conversation. Their laughter and excited voices fill the air as they clamor for his attention, each holding out their phones for selfies.

"Tyler, can we get a picture with you?"

"You're amazing, Tyler, can you sign this?"

Their voices form a cacophony of admiration and eagerness. Tyler gives you a fleeting look, a glimmer of regret in his eyes. As he turns to handle the eager fans, you seize the moment. You walk away quickly, your strides purposeful and filled with resolve.

By the time Tyler manages to take a few pictures and sign a couple of autographs, he looks up to continue the conversation, but you're already gone. He scans the room, his expression shifting from hope to dejection as he realizes you're nowhere to be seen.

His shoulders slump slightly, and a look of displeasure shadows his face. The admiring fans around him continue their cheerful chatter, but his thoughts are elsewhere. He looks in the direction you went, frustration evident as he contemplates the vanished opportunity to bridge the chasm between you.

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The second day of the storm chaser convention dawns with a swirl of excitement and anticipation. Yesterday had been a whirlwind, with Tyler and you continuing your intense, verbal sparring match during your panel. As soon as it ended, you purposely avoided Tyler for the rest of the day, determined to keep your distance and focus on the upcoming events.

Today, however, is different. You feel a surge of excitement as you head towards the sign-up area for the competition on advanced research—a competition you have won every year. You stride confidently through the bustling convention hall, ready to claim your victory once more.

Approaching the registration table, you're taken aback to see Tyler there, pen in hand, scribbling his name onto the sign-up sheet. Your eyebrows knit together in a mixture of surprise and annoyance as you walk up to him.

"What are you doing here, Tyler?" you ask, folding your arms across your chest. "This competition has strict rules that you couldn't follow even if they were spelled out in neon lights."

Tyler smirks and meets your gaze. "Decided to sign up this year. Thought I'd give you some real competition."

You lock eyes, each ready for a verbal duel. The air between you crackles with tension.

"If you think you can handle it, by all means, try," you retort, your voice tinged with sarcasm. "Just know that this isn't your usual chaotic escapade. This requires precision and knowledge—qualities that, frankly, I don't think you possess."

Tyler chuckles softly. "We'll see about that. Underestimating me might be your biggest mistake."

Before you can continue your exchange, the host of the panel steps up to a microphone, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. The host, a renowned meteorologist named Dr. Sandra Jacobs, greets the crowd with a warm smile and a practiced ease.

"Good morning, everyone! I'm Dr. Sandra Jacobs, and it's my pleasure to welcome you to this year's storm chaser convention!" Dr. Jacobs begins, her voice carrying effortlessly through the room. "As many of you know, this convention is a celebration of the fascinating and often dangerous world of storm chasing. It's a place for experts and enthusiasts alike to share their passion and knowledge."

A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd as Dr. Jacobs continues.

"One of the highlights of our convention is the competition on advanced research. It's a chance for storm chasers to showcase their findings, methodologies, and innovations in storm tracking and prediction."

Your eyes shift back to Tyler momentarily, a competitive fire igniting within you.

"This year, however, we’ve decided to change things up," Dr. Jacobs announces, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "There will be no rules and no limits! The stakes are higher than ever, with $100,000 in research funding and a special feature on Discovery Plus for the winner!"

A collective gasp and murmurs of surprise and excitement ripple through the crowd. Your eyes widen slightly, processing the unexpected twist. Tyler glances at you, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"No rules, huh?" he teases, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Looks like your little rule-book speech just got thrown out the window."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, both frustrated and fueled by the sudden turn of events. You watch him go, your mind already strategizing how to adapt to the new, unpredictable landscape of the competition. The game had just changed, and you are more determined than ever to come out on top.

[that-one-enthusiast]

glen powell as tyler owens in 'twisters' (2024)

[that-one-enthusiast]

GLEN POWELL as TYLER OWENS in TWISTERS (2024) dir. Lee Isaac Chung

[that-one-enthusiast]

Asking For It

Pairing: Christian Grey x Plus Size Alternative F!Reader

Universe: Fifty Shades

Words: 1.3k

Warning: I will NOT write for Anastasia, so please don't request it. I write Christian upon request or for my wife. Do not steal my work.

TW: Smut! | Aftercare | Heavy BDSM session | Anal Penetration | Spanking | Hair Pulling | Orgasm Denial | Aftercare | Daddy word at the end

Image Credit: Google

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If anyone knew you it was Christian. He knew how you worked, he knew your moods, your temperament, and your sass. He knew what it meant when you were being mouthy and he knew that you enjoyed all of what he could offer you. With a slow exhale he looked at you.

"What came from your mouth?" His hand twitched as he looked at you, not because he wanted to slap you, but because he wanted to spank you, to correct your mouthy behavior.

"I said, Make... Me." You sass back.

His brow furrowed and he looked at you licking his lower lip. "Make you? My pleasure." He stated.

He grabbed your arm firmly and yanked you to him bending you over his knee giving your ass a few wacks and he pulled your hair to look up at him.

"Would you like to try that again?" He asked.

"Nope." you respond.

Without any question, he stood up and grabbed your arm, and took you to the red room. He closes the door behind you and he looks you over.

"Strip." He demands. You just stand there. Tilting his head he shakes it with a soft sigh and gives you a few more seconds, but you're clearly not going to oblige. Stepping forward he rolls up his sleeves and literally rips your tanktop from you, and tosses it aside. He looks over your curvy top and licks his lip. He loves your pierced nipples and tattooed skin.

He looks at you. "Pants, off. Now." He commands.

Standing there you look at him and slowly shake your head.

"Are you saying no because you don't want to, or no because you are being defiant?" He checks.

"Because I can." You state.

"I see..." He states as he undoes your pants and pulls them down and grabs your thick leg lifting your leg to get your pants off tossing them to the side.

Standing there fully nude he looks over your ever curve, to them they are your imperfections, but to him, they are perfect, you never seem to understand that he loves your curves, you don't break easily. Licking his lips again he grabs your arm and takes you to a bench and pushes your top half down so you're bent over and cuffs your hands and legs to the equipment.

You try to fight, but his strength outdoes you. You groan and let out a soft sigh. Before you know it you feel a sting across your cheeks and you let out a whimper.

"A warning next time, Fuck." You blurt out.

He wacks again. You realize it's not a paddle or a cane, nor a crop, but a belt. When he used the belt you knew you were overly mouthy. Letting out a slow shaky breath he wacks you again, and again, leaving red welts on your plump backside. Seeing the welts excited him, it made him want to keep going, to give you what you needed, and what he desired.

He noticed you were getting wet, and enjoying the feeling, his wacks got a little harder and didn't really ease up until he heard your breath flutter. Stopping he looks over his handy work, smiling he felt himself get harder. He undid his pants and began to stroke his cock and let out a groan as he approached you and placed his cock against your flesh. You let out a soft whimper. Shaking his head he looks over you. He slaps your ass feeling the heat on his hand from the now bruising welts.

Your hips move wiggling against his hard cock and Christian lets out a slow growl. Gripping your hips he rubs his cock between your thick thighs rubbing it against the lips of your pussy. With how wet you are getting he glides against you with ease.

Feeling how wet you are he uses the juices from your pussy and presses the tip of his cock against your ass and slowly pushes the tip in. You whimper, and your breathing hitches, and your hips buckle pushing back against him pushing more of him in.

Christian lets out a slow groan and a soft growl as he grips your hips digging his fingers into your flesh. He pushes into you going to the hilt. You let out a heavy moan as he begins to slowly thrust into you. You try to move your hands but they're cuffed down. You try to move your feet but they've spread apart and cuffed to the bench. You moan louder as you move your hips with him matching his motions.

"God Christian, you feel so good." You moan.

"Do you love my cock Y/N?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir. I love your cock." You tell him.

"Do you worship my cock?" He asks.

"With every fiber of my being." You moan loud for him as you push your hips back forcing his cock deeper into you.

He slaps your ass gripping tightly at you again as he reaches up and pulls your hair to pull your head back as he thrusts harder. His speed picking up and he lets out a heavy growl.

"Fuck." He snarls as he fucks your tight ass harder. Slapping, smacking, gripping. His speed picks up and he begins to feel his own cock twitch and throb with this want to fill your ass with his cum but he doesn't want to just yet.

"I am going to cum Sir." you moan.

"You're not allowed. You haven't earned that. This isn't for you. This is for me, and I'm going to fill that tight ass of yours." He growls as his fingers dig harder into your hips. Letting go of your hair he slaps your ass again and thrusts harder.

The pressure was building but you weren't able to cum, you held it. Like you were told and he was right, this was all for him, you didn't earn it, you were naughty and you were plenty okay with that.

"Please fill me Sir." you beg.

"Who do you belong to Y/N?" He asks.

"You Sir."

"Who owns you?"

"You Sir."

"Who gets to use you?" He growls.

"You do Sir, please, use me, cum in me Sir." you beg.

With a growl and a hard thrust, he does just that. Filling your tight hole with his warmth. You moan heavily knowing better than to finish with him, you take all of what he was giving you.

"Did you cum?" He asked you.

"No Sir, this was for you. Thank you."

"Thank you for?" He asked with a breathy tone.

"For using me, for reminding me where I belong. For reminding me who owns me." You respond.

"Good girl." He tells you slowly pulling from you. His cum leaking from you, but you don't even care.

He uncuffs you and looks at you. Taking your face into his hands he kisses you softly. Taking your hand he walks out of the room and starts a nice hot bubble bath for you with your favorite bath bomb and favorite bubble bath.

"You get in. I'll be right back." He kisses you softly observing his mess and your bruising and smiles as he walks to the kitchen.

Shortly after he returns seeing you in the bath he strips down and hands you a cup getting in behind you. You look in the cup and smile. It was your favorite tea, in your favorite cup. You lean against him and he holds you close as he starts to wash you slowly, caressing every inch of you.

"I love your curves... they make me so hard." He whispers in your ear.

"Thank you Sir." You giggle, you never understood, but for him, you would do anything.

"After, we can order take out, and watch anything you want and cuddle sound good?" He asks.

"Sounds perfect... Daddy." You bite on your lip.

"Daddy, I like the sound of that." He nuzzles into you as you relax against him.

"You're perfect." You whisper.

"You're mine." He whispers back.

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50 SHADES OF FUCKED UP SERIES

PAIRING: CHRISTIAN GREY x INNOCENT!READER

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Mine or Hers?|Bakugou x Reader PART FIVE

Part Four

Sum:You finally healed up and went back to your normal life! But even with Ume arrested, more challenges awaken.

A/N:This was inspired by @iguessilovebakugou work which is right here. It's really good go read it!

"Hurry up idiot! I don't have all day!" Bakugou yells at you as he stood on the sidewalk outside the dorms, waiting for you as you ran over to him so you two could walk to school together.

"You know this is my first day back, Katsuki!" You remind him before taking his hand and you two start walking to school. "Whatever. You can run faster than that." He replies with a scoff. You chuckle at his comment. To anyone else, it would be insulting. With you, it was caring.

You knew he was just worried about having you out of his sights for a while after the attack with Ume. "You don't need to worry about me Katsuki. I can take care of myself!" You reassure him. "But I am gonna worry after what happened to you!" He replies.

"She was arrested. I'm safe now."

He lets out a big sigh. "I know.. I just worry."

"Aw! I know big guy. Now come on! Let's pick up the pace!"

-

"Great training session today, Katsuki!" You tell him before sitting down on a bench to catch your breath. You pick up your water bottle and take a big drink when you feel your phone buzz next to you.

You pick it up and see a message on your lock screen. It was a private message on Instagram. When you opened it, you read the message.

Hey Y/N! It's been too long!

You immediately found out who it was! It was Misaki! She was your best friend for your whole childhood! You thought you got her number once you got into UA but guess you didn't. You felt bad now as you haven't messaged her for a long time! But she didn't seem mad at least.

Misaki! It's been too long! I'm sorry I thought I had your number. Guess no.

It's okay! How about you send me it now?

Okay!

So you type in your number and soon, she was messaging you through your number. So you went into messenger.

Anyway, it's been too long!

I know! We have to get together sometime!

Definitely!

"Hey idiot!" You hear Bakugou's voice call you, getting your attention. You look to see him standing in the doorway of Gym Gamma. He already got all of his stuff together. "You coming or not??" He asks a bit annoyed.

"Yeah sorry!" You apologize.

Hey I gtg but we'll catch up later tonight!

Sounds good!

After sending Misaki a quick text, you put your phone away, quickly gather up your stuff, and run over to Bakugou. You two then start walking back to the dorms.

"Who were you texting?" He asks.

"Just an old childhood friend of mine! Her name's Misaki! It's good to hear from her again." You reply.

"Childhood friend huh? You sure you can trust her?"

You look at him with a bit of a shocked face. "Of course! She isn't anything like Ume was! Misaki doesn't have a single bad bone in her body!" You reply, defending your best friend.

"Okay okay jeez. I was just making sure." Bakugou replies.

-

You just finished your homework and we're now laying on your bed on your back, texting your friend.

So where do you go now? Cuz from my understanding you don't go to a hero school.

Oh I just go to a high school near my neighborhood. Just a normal one!

Thought so.

So... Any boyfriends?

You thought it was a BIT weird, but it quickly slipped your kind. It's been a long time! Misaki just wants to know!

Yeah I actually do have one!

Who?

His name is Katsuki Bakugou!

You mean that loud, angry blonde guy who won the Sports Festival?

Yup that's him!☺️😍

But.. he's so mean! Why would you date him??

Because he may be loud and rough, but he's actually really sweet to me!

It took a while for Misaki to reply which confused you for a bit.

I don't think he's right for you.

You barely know him!

I don't need to! I already see he's a bad influence!

Now you were starting to get a bit angry and offended. Misaki would never say those things! Even IF you were dating Bakugou.

Bakugou treats me like a Princess! And I won't sit here and let you talk trash about him.

After that you block her. You set down your phone with a sigh. I'll just give her a moment to cool down. She's.. probably just looking out for me.

Right?

-

Before you go to bed, you look at your phone to see Misaki kept messaging you even after you blocked her. She even tried to call you!

What is with her?? Since when did Misaki change?

You were about to turn off your phone when another message pops up on the lock screen. The lock screen where the wallpaper was you and Bakugou eating spicy ramen together.

The message was from Bakugou, so you opened it up.

You still up?

Yeah I was about to go to bed. Why? Shouldn't you be asleep already?

I can't! There's this stupid random number calling and texting me non stop!

Your eyes widen slightly.

Who??

I don't know!! But they have a lot of nerve threatening me!

About what??

About me being together with you!

Your blood runs cold before boiling up from anger.

I can't believe her! How did she even get his number??

Give me a sec

You close out his name and click on the blocked number. You unblock her and message her.

Why are you threatening Bakugou?? And how did you even get his number?!

You finally messaged me back!

Stop ignoring my question, Misaki!

Cuz I already told you! He isn't right for you!

And how did you get his number??

The text bubble pops up and disappears a bunch of time before she tries calling you. You pick up but she doesn't respond and hangs up immediately.

You block her again and go back to Bakugou's name.

Just block them.

Already did. Do you know them?

You hesitated about telling him.

Nope.

Whatever.. goodnight.

Night..

You sigh and place your phone down on your nightstand. Worry and anger all swirling in your mind.

But the next morning is what scared you.

You opened the missed messages and calls from Misaki to see a bunch of pictures attached she sent. When you opened them, you wanted to scream.

They were all pictures of your house. Focused on your bedroom window. During day and night.

And a picture with you undressing, taking your bra off and..

Oh gosh..

-

You had began to grow quiet and grew distant from Bakugou. When he tried approaching you about it, you either blew him off or just avoided him.

It was because Misaki threatened to leak all of those pictures and your secrets to everyone in your school if you didn't stay quiet and told someone. So out of fear, you stayed quiet. But today, you had enough. You wanted your life back.

So after school, you went to an empty hall and scrolled to her name. You felt so angry as you looked at her profile picture. Of you and her watching fireworks together in your kimonos.

You clicked on her name and called her. It rung for a while before being picked up.

Holy crap!! Y/N!! It's been so long! How ya been?

Don't play dumb with me!

Huh?

You have been putting me through so much pain and suffering this week and-

Are you okay? What are you talking about?

You get confused on why she was playing dumb.

The messages? The incredibly disgusting pictures?!

Y/N... I haven't sent you anything. I haven't talked to you since middle school graduation.

Your whole body goes cold. You hang up and stare at your phone. The booked number wasn't Misaki's.

That's when you began to panic and your mind raced in all different directions.

That wasn't Misaki?! Then.. then...

You wanted to throw up.

I have a stalker.

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After the Rain Pt2

Alpha Midoriya Izuku x Omega Wifey Reader

Context: It rained for over a week straight… and nothing was the same after that. With quirks gone, power gone and no structural order, who knows if your pack has what it takes to live on.

[P A R T 1]

PLEASE NOTE: I HAVE ALREADY FINISHED THIS STORY. It’s been posted on AO3 for MONTHS. I’m just posting it onto here as well.

Warning: OMEGAVERSE, children, dilf Izuku, SMUT, NSFW, Knotting, Apocalypse, Glitch1d making Katsuki the most hateable character alive.

You woke up warm and comfortable with the dull ache of a good fucking between your legs. You smiled gently, your Omega content at the feeling. A purr erupted from your chest as you squirmed feeling the cum that was trapped inside you. Midoriya’s large arms wrapped tighter around you as a rumble came from his chest in response. You smiled as you turned your head to try and look back at him. You tried nuzzling into his embrace with a smile on your face.

You felt his rumble intensify as he tilted his head lower against your own head. He moved to kiss your jaw, slow loving kisses that moved from your jaw slowly towards your lips. You smiled into the sleepy kiss, happy to have received it so early in the morning, with the sheets still warm and the both of you in each other’s embrace.

Midoriya moved a hand down your naked body, his hand slow as he felt over your tender skin, still sensitive from the night before. He just skimmed over your sex making you whine before you felt his strong grip close on your thighs. He spread your thighs apart, making you suck in a breath. You felt some of the cum that was still inside you from your long night of love making and stuffing  start to slip out of you. He let go of you with his other hand as you arched back to wrap your arms around him, keeping your lips on him. That’s when you felt his cock prod at your entrance once more.

You let out a gasp feeling the thick mushroom head of his cock push inside you. A strike of pain that amplified the pleasure as his thick cock pushed through. A moan tumbled out of your lips. You felt him slip back inside you, his cock nestled deep within your slicked heat where it belonged. You groaned as you felt him pressing inside you. You moved your ass back against him, trying to get him closer.

“Izuku…” You whispered out into the morning air, the scent of sex and your scents floating together. “Right… right there.”

He hummed as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You groaned as you placed a hand to your abdomen, feeling him slowly fuck into you. The feeling of being full of his seed and his cock was enough to keep you feeling blissful and content. Full large balls slapped against you slowly, reminding you of how much more your husband had left to give you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole situation you were in. “It’s morning, my love.” You reminded him.

“Morning, my beautiful Tsubaki.” His voice was low and laced with sleep as he placed another kiss to your jaw before letting out a groan at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock. “God, you feel so good. Fuck, Y/N.”

You giggled as you allowed him to feel you and love you. You leaned back against him with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his thrusts. You hummed as you moved a hand up and down the back of his neck. These were the best types of mornings. Mornings when you could both lie in bed and enjoy each other’s embrace without being interrupted by anything. No work, no Toshinori, no pack, no nothing. It was just you and your Alpha, in a slow dance of love.

You looked at the morning light that streamed through the curtains, that’s when you realised that it wasn’t raining. You couldn’t hear the sound of the rain against the windows. “Izuku.” Your Alpha let out a hum as he licked over your scent gland where he had redone his claim on you just the night before. You bit back a mewl. “The rain stopped.”

Midoriya paused. He lifted his head from your body as he looked over to the windows as well. His eyebrows raised in surprise. “It has.” He let out just as surprised. “That’s good news.” You nodded your head in agreement.

You placed a kiss to his chin before reaching over to grab your phone to check the time. However, as you clicked the on button of your phone, it wouldn’t light up. The screen remained pitch black with nothing but your reflection staring back at you. You frowned realising you might have not put it on the charger last night and it died.

“What time is it?” He asked shifting to keep himself buried deep inside you for the time being.

“I think…” You let out confused. “I think my phone is dead.”

“Did you put it on the charger?”

You looked to the wireless charger on the bedside table next to you. Owning bunnies and having a pup had taught you that wires would not be in your future. You were sure that you had put your phone to charge on the wireless charger station. “I’m sure I did…” You let out unsure.

Midoriya turned to grab at his own phone, taking it off the charger and switching it on. However, it didn’t switch on. His eyebrows furrowed as the screen remained black, not even showing the image it would when it needed to charge. “Huh…” He let out lowly, catching your attention. “Mine’s also dead.” He told you. His eyebrows furrowed with a hum. He placed a kiss to your head, before carefully slipping out of your sex making a whine escape your lips unconsciously. An apologetic croon left your Alpha as he sat up. You saw Midoriya grab the remote on his bedside table. He pointed it to the plain wall in front of the both of you, however the TV didn’t come out of the wall, nor did it switch on.

Now that was really strange.

You grabbed at your watch on the charging station and realised it wouldn’t switch on. It was also dead. You sat up as well as you hit your watch a couple of time, but it didn’t switch on. “Izuku.” You let out nervously.

Midoriya pulled the blankets away moving out of bed. You watched his toned body walk over to the light switch and flick it on and off but nothing changed as you stayed watching the ceiling for the lights to switch on. Your Alpha looked back at you.

“Did the power go out?”

It took him a minute to answer you. “The pack generator would have turned itself on if it did.” He reminded you. You watched as the gears moved in his head hard and fast. You watched as he grabbed his pyjama pants off the ground, slipping them back on. “I’m gonna go check the grid.” He told you.

You nodded as you moved to pull the oversized shirt onto your body as well. You watched as Midoriya left your bedroom and you got up to your walk in closet. This was definitely strange. If the power was just out, that would be one thing, but for your phones and independent devices to be off as well is more than worrying. You changed into some short cotton pants as you moved out of your bedroom as well.

You quickly headed to check to Toshinori’s room. You opened the door covered in hero stickers to reveal your son still in bed. He was still asleep, lying in bed like a star fish with half his blanket on the floor. His mouth was open as he drooled and his fluffy green hair was a mess. You couldn’t help but give a small smile to your only son. You decided to let him sleep for a little longer till you figured out what was going on.

You moved to the bunnies’ room. You opened the door allowing all fluffy heads to turn to you. Angelica Nina and Valentino Nino hopped over to your feet as you allowed them out of the room, their many little kits were still too small to leave the fence as they couldn’t hop over but made noises to show that they were there. Angelica-Nina thumped her foot as she looked up at you.

You chuckled. “I’ll get you guys something to eat now.”  You told her as you scratched the back of her head. You moved into their room, opened the cupboard to grab the pellets out. You poured it into their bowl making them both super happy to have breakfast. You opened their mini fridge, seeing as the lights were off and there was no power here too. You took out some lettuce, laying it out for them before leaving them be to their own desires.

You moved downstairs. Upon arrival you saw your husband walk out of the garage with speed as he moved towards the entrance hall. “The grid is off too.” He told you. Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you followed him to the entrance hall. “Is Toshinori still asleep?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, but Izuku, what’s going on?” You asked him confused.

Your Alpha paused for a moment before looking to you, his emerald eyes locking onto your own gaze. He saw your nervousness. You had both never been in such a situation before where it seemed almost as if you were cut off from the world. A phone call or quick look at the news would solve your curiosities but you were both clueless.

Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows as he moved to put his forehead against your own. “Hey…” He let out lowly as he closed in closer to you. One of his hands move to pull you closer to him. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath at his presence. “Everything’s going to be fine. My best bet, the Commission knows what’s going on and they’re heading on their way to tell us how to deal with this.” He told you moving to cup your face in his large hands. You were silent as you looked up at him unsure, but he was your masc. He was your Alpha. You trusted him with your life, so you nodded your head.

“Okay.” You whispered.

He turned to open the door. Right as the morning light streamed in, you noticed a stomping Bakugou Katsuki moving down your pathway with angry vigour.

The blond Omega was still in his satin robe that you knew he wore around his house if he wasn’t in bed. He had one of his scowls on his face as usual but this time there was a hint of panic on his face. “There you two are! Taking your sweet fucking time are you?” He let out aggressively. He then sniffed before moving his head back with a scrunched-up nose. “And you clearly were having such a great time while the world was getting fucked in its eye sockets.”

Midoriya glanced behind the blond Omega at some of the other pack members in the pack centre under the trees gathered together in the shade. Your Alpha motioned with one hand for you to put on your own shoes, before turning to the blond. “What’s going on?” He asked confused glancing between the pack and then to Bakugou.

Bakugou folded his arms, unimpressed with the green haired Alpha. His nose scrunched slightly as he glared over at Midoriya. “So you’re telling me Mr Number One hero, doesn’t know what’s going on?”

Midoriya shook his head as he offered you his hand as you stepped outside with him. “There’s no power in the entire pack I assume?” He started as you were both led by the blond over to where the others were.

“That and nothing electronic works.” He lets out clearly ticked off. “I tried starting my car and it wouldn’t turn on.”

“Did you charge it?”

Bakugou stopped I his tracks as he looked at Midoriya with an emotionless expression. For a moment nothing was said. Bakugou’s crimson eyes moved into a glare. “Of course, I freaking charged it. Who do you think I am? Dunce Face?”

You held your Alpha’s hand tightly as the three of you reached the group again, everyone still in their pyjamas, greatly irked by what has happened. Midoriya let out a breath. “Does anyone know from what time this all started?” He asked.

Pony shook her head as well, holding her youngest little girl, Filly, who was still a newborn. “No, I stayed up until two nursing Filly but everything was fine at that time.” She reported as she held the newborn to her chest who was still fast asleep despite the noise you were all making.

“We’ve sent Denki and Shinso to try and jumpstart the generator.” Kirishima expressed, his large meaty arms were crossed over his bare chest. He was in nothing more than a pair of basketball shorts as he stood amongst the rest of you.

Sato shook his head with a deep sigh as he had his fingers to his eyes for a moment. “Is it just me,” He started as he dropped his hand away from his face and motioned over to his much smaller wife. “But I’m pretty sure Pony lost her horns.” He pointed out, pointing to her head.

It was then that Pony perked up, reaching a hand to the top of her head. Instead of feeling two horns, they were nowhere to be seen. Her dark blue eyes widened in surprise and so did yours. Pony’s horns were part of her quirk and her being without them was almost as if she never had her quirk in the first place.

Midoriya opened his mouth concerned as he looked to Pony. “Uh… guys…” Sero walked over to you all from the direction of his house, a fearful look in his eyes as he glanced behind him and then back to all of you. “Something’s wrong with Mina.”

“What do you mean something is wrong with Mina?” Iida asked as he put a hand to his hip.

“I mean something happened to my wife,” Sero let out urgently. “And I don’t know what to do!”

“Hanta,” You heard the voice of Mina as she approached all of you from her own home, in a fluffy gown and her hair in curlers. “I think you’re overreacting.”

However, upon closer inspection you realised that that was not Mina. I mean she looked like Mina, sounded like Mina and everything but there was one pivitol thing that didn’t make her Mina. And that was the missing horns (you called them antlers) and the fact that Mina’s skin tone was instead of pink, a rich melanin full black, and the sclera of her eyes were white instead of black.

You were all speechless as you stared at her. Mina seemed unimpressed as she kept her hands on her hips and through her hands up in the air. “All my foundation is now useless.” She let out disappointed.

Kirishima tilted his head for a moment, questions brewing in his head but all he managed to say was. “That’s an amazing tone for you.”

Mina tilted her head to look at him before smiling. She put a hand to her chest with a pout. “Aww thanks Eiji.” She turned to her still shocked husband, motioning to Eijiro as she did so. A frown pulled to her face. “Now why couldn’t you act like that, Hanta?” She asked him, clearly offended.

Sero put his hands up in defence. “Mi amor, I think I was too shocked over the fact that my wife changed colours and my elbows are gone!” He shouted.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Your-” Sero, with an emotionless face, rolled up his sleeves and motioned to his elbows that were in fact normal looking for the first time in his life. “Ah, I see.” You let out with a nod.

“So…” You turned to Denki who was walking back with Shinso, a nervous look on his face. He let out a chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. “I think I might have been hit by a quirk yesterday because I can not produce electricity for the life of me.” He expressed.

Midoriya’s eyebrows furrowed, and you watched as the gears in his head moved as you all quickly realised that your quirks were gone. Iida’s calves were normal, Bakugou’s palms wouldn’t ignite, Jirou’s ears were normal, Todoroki was actually a consistent temperature, you couldn’t even activate your quirk if you tried and Midoriya couldn’t feel One for All’s present within him anymore. You watched as he put a hand to his chin as he started to mutter, his brain going a thousand ideas and possibilities per second, too fast for his mouth to catch up.

“Oh my God, I can’t get hard!” Kirishima let out with a slightly distressed look in his eyes. Denki bit back a smirk as a snort left his mouth. He slapped a hand over his mouth as he tried holding back his giggles. Kirishima turned to him unimpressed. “Seriously Denki?” Denki haunched over trying to hide his laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at that also, even Momo was fighting a smile. “It’s not funny.”

Shinso had an amused smirk on his face as he put a hand to Kirishima’s shoulder. “You walked yourself into that one, Eij.”

Denki swallowed back his laughter as he took a deep breath. “Sorry, I just… I never thought I’d hear you say that, Eijiro.” He said with a smile on his face. One look at the unamused redhead and Denki was sent giggling into a fit of hysteria. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. And someone smells really good by the way.” He stated as he lifted his nose to sniff for a moment before his eyes landed on you. Then a slow smirk pulled onto his lips. “Oh… someone had a very good morning.”

“Not the time, Denki.” You quickly dismissed, swallowing back the flush that crept up your neck and ignoring a certain ruby gaze that moved to you.

“Wish I was there. Rizzuku, you lucky bastard.” Shinso commented, your Alpha just shrugging with a proud huff.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Alright, can we focus on the important things please!” He let out loudly, throwing his arms out. “Our quirks are gone! The power is gone! Our electronics don’t work, and there’s radio silence from the commission about this.” He proclaimed emphasising it to all of you.

Iida nodded his head in agreement, moving his glasses back up his nose. “Katsuki is right.” Bakugou motioned to Iida with wide eyes, glad that someone finally was taking his side on this. “Who knows what this is. This could very well be a terrorist attack, because I doubt this is happening to only us.”

“I agree.” Midoriya voiced out. “For all we know it very well could be, but we can’t know for certain till we go out and check.” 

You turned to look at him wide eyed, your eyebrows furrowed. You took a step closer to him with a worried look on your face. “Check? As in leave the estate?”

Your Alpha dragged a hand through his hair with a breath. “Indeed.”

“That’s 30km away.” Momo pointed out with a worried look on her face.

Kirishima shrugged not seeing the problem. “We drive there every day for work. What’s the problem now?”

“The problem,” You started as you gave them a stern look. “is the fact that cars aren’t working.” You reminded them all. “It could take you the entire day just to walk there. You don’t even have your quirks to protect you should anything arise. There isn’t back up coming for whatever you’re going to face there.” You reminded them. “You’re all alone and we have no way of contacting you should you all go missing or worse.”

“It’s a risk that has to be taken.” You nearly had whiplash as you turned to look up at your Alpha in shock. Midoriya saw your face and let out a heavy breath. “Y/N, we have to know what’s going on. We can’t sit here twiddling our thumbs waiting for help to come to us.” He pointed to his chest. “We are the help. We’re heroes.” He emphasized his point, that heroic spark in his eyes that you often were in awe in, brimming to the forefront. “If not us then who?”

Kirishima nodded with a serious look on his face. “Izuku is right. Some of us should go and find out what’s going on. Izuku and I will go.” He nodded.

“I’m coming too.” Bakugou expressed with a look that already said that no one was going to change is mind.

“I’ll go too.” Denki voiced out excitedly, putting a hand up with a bright smile. “It sounds like an adventure.”

“Everyone else,” Kirishima started as he looked around to every pack member of Pack A, “you’ll all stay here and hold down the estate. Who knows, maybe power will come back by the time we’re back.”

“Back where?” Kirishima turned to look at Satomi who was rubbing her eyes of sleep as she stood with her teddy bear in hand and in her pyjamas. Her black hair was all over the place and she looked as if she had just been through one hell of a dream.

“Hi Satomi!” Denki waved. 

The little girl took a moment before a tired smile went to her face. “Hi.” She waved with her little hand.

Kirishima turned around and picked her up right into his arms. She placed her head in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes to sleep there. “Aw, you’re awake sweetheart?” He asked as he kept a hand to her back. She nodded her head slowly eyes closed as she let out a breath. He smiled at her demeanour before turning back to the rest of you. “We meet back in thirty?”

You all nodded, Kirishima turning back to head home with Bakugou and his daughter. Midoriya looked to you but you were already heading home. By the smell of your scent, he knew you were pissed off with him. He let out a heavy sigh as he followed you, it not taking much for him to catch up with you. “Y/N. Y/N wait!”

“You just love risking your life, don’t you?” You spoke out angry with his decisions. You took off your shoes aggressively as you went stomping through the house.

Midoriya quickly did the same before following after you. “Y/N!” He grabbed hold of your wrist making you turn to him with a frown on your face. He knew your anger was just concern which was why he never was why he didn’t even think of defending himself. “Y/N you know just as much as I, just what it takes to be a hero. I need to know what’s going on and offer help.”

“Offer help?” You asked as you tilted your head with a pointed look. “Izuku, look around you.” You motioned to your home that didn’t have a single thing on and was only lit by the light from the windows. “How can you offer help when we don’t even have our own lives sorted?” You motioned up to the top of the stairs. “We have a son to care for, Izuku. Lets prioritise ourselves for now, before you go off and save the world!”

“That’s not the point of being a hero.”

You let out a breath as you closed your eyes, putting your hands together. “Izuku... I love your big heart and your dreams and I am glad that you want to help people but you aren’t the Symbol of Peace if you don’t have One for All.” Midoriya’s face fell at your words. “I’m sorry but I can’t help but worry for my husband if he’s-”

“Quirkless?”

It was your time to pause at the implications that you had driven yourself into. Your husband stood with his face scrunched up in slight pain at your words. His eyes empty but you could see the anger and pain as plain as day. You let out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. You had walked yourself right into that one.

“Right?”

“Izuku, you know that’s not what I meant, you know I would never mean that.” Midoriya looked away from you, his jaw tense. His scent turned slightly sour, the inky bitterness of it more prominent than anything else. “You’re strong, you’re trained and you are skilled but without your quirk you aren’t as invincible as you used to be.”

Midoriya nodded his head, not looking at you. You frowned, knowing that you had hurt him greatly with your words. Your husband was such a sensitive soul, you often wondered how strong he actually was. “Yah, okay. Well, I have a job to do.” He looked down at you finally. “I’ve got a country to protect and information to find out. Quirkless or not.” You watched as he walked past you, heading to the staircase silently.

You bit back a pained whimper, your Omega angry at you for upsetting your Alpha. You frowned, not wanting him to be upset with you. You knew the whole quirkless subject could be a tender place for him, especially being put in a situation where he felt just as helpless as he did when he was a kid. Maybe this was your fault for doubting him. He wasn’t the number one hero just because of his quirk. He had work ethic and intelligence like you had never seen before. Your husband was so much more than his quirk. He had so much to him.

But you were also worried for him, justifiably so.

Then you noticed a tired Toshinori with his eyebrows furrowed looking around confused as he held one of the bunnies in his arms. He stood at the top of the stairs. “Mama?” 

You gave him a gentle smile as you moved towards the staircase. “Hey baby.” You spoke softly as you walked over to him, crouching down to his level. “Did you sleep well?” You asked.

He nodded his head as he pet one of Angelica-Nina’s children. “But you and Daddy make a lot of noise.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Where’s Daddy going?”

“Um… Daddy has to go to the city.” You told him honestly as you took his hand and stood up.

Toshinori furrowed his eyebrows as he set down the little rabbit, allowing her to hop back into her room. “But, Daddy told me that he’ll be at home today.” He voiced out with a slight sad look in his eyes.

“I know honey, I know but he’s-”

“He’s going to save people?” He asked turning back to look up at you.

You hesitated. “Yah. Yah, he is.”

It took your son a moment, him thinking to himself as he thought about his feelings in relation to the situation. He was so much more mature in that way. He always thought about his feelings and what was going on, although silently, it was a skill some adults you knew were yet to master. He smiled and nodded his head. “Okay. Daddy’s the strongest hero ever!”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Yes he is.”

You helped your son get dressed out of his pyjamas and brush his teeth. The both of you let the bunnies out into the garden before you got him some cold breakfast. You got him some muesli and yoghurt from the fridge, sitting him down in the kitchen as you grabbed a backpack from the closet. Toshinori watched with wide green eyes as you packed a bag. You grabbed some things from the garage and storage. You put a small blanket at the bottom of the bag, you put a multi-function tool there, putting in one of the little first aid box, a match and lighter, a utility knife, a rain jacket, water bottles (a flashlight and then realising the flashlight didn’t work and taking out the flash light) and snacks. You were cutting a sandwich in half when your husband came down the stairs.

Midoriya was dressed in combat uniform, what he would wear if he couldn’t wear his hero uniform. He stood in all black uniform, black tied up boots and tight black shirt. He focused immediately on his son, putting a hand on Toshinori’s head, ruffling his green curly hair. “Hey buddy.” He smiled down at his son who had a spoon in his mouth as he sucked off the yoghurt. “You having muesli?”

Toshinori nodded with his mouth still full. “Yep!” He let out swallowing down his food. He pointed a finger to you. “Mama made it for me cause the microwave doesn’t work. She made you some too.” He pointed nearby to him.

Midoriya turned to look down at the bowl of muesli slightly surprised at that fact. He flicked his gaze up to you but you didn’t look at him. You were busy putting a sandwich in a bento box, alongside with carrot sticks, crackers and an energy bar. You closed the container, moving to put it inside the bag before moving to go upstairs.

Midoriya watched you leave. He picked up his spoon that you left in the bowl of muesli. He took a spoon and looked back to the staircase. “Toshi.” His son looked over at him expectantly. Midoriya motioned to the staircase. “Watch for mom.” He instructed before he quickly moved over to check what you had packed in the bag. His eyebrows furrowed as he shuffled through it, taking count of everything inside.

Toshinori was glancing between his father, the bag and the staircase, a concerned look on his face. It took another minute or two before he started hearing your footsteps. Toshinori turned to look back at his father, motioning to the staircase. “Dad.” He let out in a low whisper.

Midoriya perked up, leaving the bag before sliding over to sit next to his son, spooning in another spoon of muesli. You had just gotten to the staircase, climbing down, heading to the kitchen. Midoriya and his little carbon copy glanced at each other but said nothing.

Casually you walked behind the counter showing that you had a handgun in your hands making both males eyes grow wide before looking at you. You casually inspected the gun, moving around it like it was second nature before slipping it into a holster and putting it with the bag. You paused, sniffing for a moment. You smelt your Alpha’s scent on it. Your eyebrows furrowed as you slowly looked to Midoriya.

He ate his muesli innocently, putting a smile to his face. “Thanks for the breakfast, honey.” He motioned to the bowl.

Your eyes only tightened into a glare as you turned around to grab an apple.

Toshinori leaned over to his father slowly. “I think they know.” He whispered to Midoriya. Midoriya gave his son a pointed look with a finger to his lips, telling him to stay quiet.

You rolled your eyes not surprised as you stuffed it in the bag. You closed the backpack and moved to wipe Toshinori’s face of yoghurt. After that you went upstairs to grab something before Midoriya would leave.

He was saying his goodbye to Toshinori ruffling the little boy’s hair making him let out a pup yip in response. “Alright, now you’re going to be good for your dam, right Toshinori?” He asked sternly as he was down on one knee face to face with him. Toshinori nodded his head furiously with a determined sparkly look in his eyes. “You gotta be a good boy, alright. You’re the masc of the house while I’m gone, so you gotta take good care of them for me. Alright?”

You stood behind Toshinori, Midoriya’s backpack in your hands as you stood in the hallway with the two of them. They had done this before. Your husband always trying to make sure your son feel strong and confident with him gone. You found it rather sweet but also scary at the thought that he might just leave and not come back to tap your son out of such responsibility.

Toshinori nodded his head, putting his hand in a salute by his head as he stood up straight. “Yes sir,  ProHero Deku, sir! I’ll look after Mama.” He said with a serious look on his chubby face.

Midoriya eased with a chuckle. He put a kiss on Toshinori’s forehead and smiled. “Good, little hero. This is one mission you gotta take seriously.” He moved to stand up on his two feet.

Midoriya turned to look at you as you both turned your attention to each other. Your smile left your face as you furrowed your eyebrows. Midoriya hated leaving you when you were both in a bad place. He opened his mouth to speak, however you beat him to it.

You walked over to him and put the backpack on his shoulders. “There’s enough snacks in here to last you the day and maybe tomorrow if you ration wisely. Two water bottles too. I didn’t want to make the bag too heavy so I think those should be enough till you get to your agency. It’s a ten hour walk if my calculations are correct so don’t go getting excited.” You fastened the straps on his shoulders before stepping back. You pulled out the handgun and gave it to him. “You know how to use this, but you also know how to hide this. Don’t go boasting to people you have a gun. Be safe when you use it and when you aren’t. Anyone who isn’t a friendly is an unknown enemy.” You finally slapped on the old UA cap onto his head. “You burn after a while so stay out of the sun. I hope you applied sunblock.”

You took a step back looking up at him. Midoriya was speechless as he looked down at you. A look in his eyes that was half entranced and half shocked.

You folded your hands as you let out a sigh. You kept your arms around you, almost to comfort yourself. Your scent slipping to show sadness. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, but the thought of terrorists or villains or whatever the hell is going on out there… it scares me. I don’t need my Alpha leaving us behind and not coming back. I know you’re strong, Izuku, and I know you have a good heart, but it’s scary sometimes.”

Midoriya’s shoulders lowered as his gaze softened. He took a step forward and put a hand to your chin, lifting it up so that you could face him. He placed a kiss to your lips, making a stuttered breath escape your lips. You slowly started to relax as he let out a comforting scent that was meant to lull you into security. He separated from you, your eyes shut as you took the moment with him. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted.”  He whispered down to you. “You have… you have every right to be scared and to worry and I shouldn’t be angry at you for being sensible.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “But I always come back, don’t I?”

You were quiet but nodded your head. “Yah… yah you do.”

He smiled and nodded. “I love you, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes, trying to soak into the smell of a fresh new book, ink on a page and a comforting breeze in the air. You tried to soak into his warm embrace, just for one more second. “I love you, too.”

“YAY!” Toshinori cheered as he wrapped his arms around your legs making you both laugh.

Midoriya opened the door. The three of you walked out towards where everyone was starting to gather and say goodbye. You held Toshinori’s hand tightly as you crossed the street to the middle park area of all the houses. Standing in the shade, Denki was kissing his little Haiden goodbye, the little one year old seemed more interested in grabbing onto his hair than anything really. Iida was talking to Bakugou who seemed rather annoyed but you knew he was taking his advice to heart. The group of four were all ready for their adventure out of the pack estate.

Kirishima walked over to you with Kane and Satomi, a nervous smile on his face. He let out a nervous chuckle. “Y/N, I know this is probably-”

You smiled and waved it off, knowing what he was about to say. “Hand them over. They’ll stay with me.” You already knew the drill and so did the two pups who gravitated towards you, smiling upon seeing Toshinori along with you and your husband. The three pups seemed excited for a sleepover already, never mind the fact that their parents had not even left yet.

Kirishima’s shoulders dropped in relief. “Thank you.” He let out gratefully. Kirishima moved down onto one knee, letting out a chuft. Satomi turned around and waddled over to him to say goodbye. “Be good, princess. Daddy will be back soon. Listen to Aunty Y/N and keep on helping them okay? Say your prayers and know that I’ll be praying for you too, okay?” He put his forehead to hers.

She nodded her head as she put her hands on his cheek and nuzzled his face with a smile. “Yes, daddy. Don’t take forever.”

He smiled and gave Satomi a fat kiss to her cheek making her giggle. Kirishima got up and ruffled Kane’s hair making the blond pup giggle. “Be good, Kane. No funny business. I know you can be the best, right?”

Kane’s crimson eyes sparkled as he grinned. “Only the best!” He proclaimed.

Kirishima nodded with a pat to his head. He let out a breath as he stood wearing similarly to your husband with a backpack on his shoulders as well. He looked to you. “You’re going to be okay?”

Before you could even answer, you felt Midoriya put his arm around you. “Of course, they will be.” He said with a smile. “Y/N’s got everything covered.” He spoke with a tense smile on his face, both Alphas smiling out of pure curtesy of the pups being there but otherwise were hostile towards each other. They had always been like that. So tense especially after second year of UA.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Midoriya’s jealous behaviour, shoving him lightly. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. “We’ll be fine.” You assured your Head Alpha.

“Alright pansies, lets go!” Bakugou shouted as he motioned in the direction towards the exit of the pack estate. He stood with his hands on his hips, the black of his shirt making his small waist more prominent and he scowled. That was something you were always envious of Bakugou about. He always seemed slim no matter the occasion.

“Bye-bye!” The pups all waved with smiles on their faces.

Midoriya kissed his wedding ring, before giving you a wave. You smiled as you kissed your own, letting him leave with everyone else.

Momo let out a breath as she faced everyone else with a bright smile. “Well, until the power comes back, why don’t we be productive.” She let out excitedly. You could see she was trying to keep spirits high and stay optimistic. You smiled standing by her in such. “Reading circle, everyone!”

“Yah!” You watched as the blond pup shot a fist in the air in excitement. A laugh escaped Kane’s mouth so similar to his dam. “I love reading circles!” He cheered. Sero Sina laughed at Kane’s cheering but joined in his excitement.

Sero turned to his not-so-pink-anymore wife with furrowed eyebrows. “Reading circles?”

Mina looked to him and nodded her head. “Yep. A circle of dam’s and pups taking turns to read.” She explained to him.

Shinso hummed as he passed by. “Sounds better than paperwork.” He voiced out truthfully as he scratched the back of his head. He still stood in grey sweats and a black tank top. He put up a small hand to Jirou as she held their son in her arms. “Can I join?” He asked tiredly.

Momo perked up, happy and excited that he wanted to join the reading circle. She clapped her hands together and nodded eagerly. “Of course! Everyone can.”

Satomi frowned as she had her hands together. “I hate reading circles.” She mumbled as she looked down to the green grass, her little shoes kicking at a dandelion.

“It’s okay.” You watched Toshinori take her small hand and smile. One of those cute Midoriya boys’ smiles that could touch the heart of anyone. He tightened his grip on her hand. “We can read together. It won’t be hard if we do it together.” Satomi looked at him with wide ruby eyes, a gentle smile moving to her face with a small blush on her cheeks.

You smiled down at your boy proudly, ruffling his hair. “I agree. We’ll all help, Satomi.” You told her honestly.

At least you could make progress with their reading until the group came back with answers.

Denki huffed as he looked up at the bright sky. He lifted a hand up to cover the sunlight out of his face as he looked up at the little clouds that were left in the deep blue endless sky. He let out a heavy breath, sweat on his forehead as he looked back forward to Bakugou and Kirishima. He let out another dramatic sigh as he moved a hand to fan his face. “You know guys, I think we should take a break.” He breathed out his opinion.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he glanced back at the other blond Omega in the group. “Oh come on, dunce face.” Bakugou said as he walked forward, leading the group down the side of the road. The only reason why they weren’t still on the road was because of the heat and because of the cars that were found abandoned every now and then on the road. “We haven’t been walking long.”

Denki let out a groan as he looked up at the sky. “Katsuki…” He whines as he holds onto the straps of his backpack as they walked forward. “We’ve been walking for hours and it’s hot! If I don’t even have a five minute break, I might just die of heat stroke!” He spoke dramatically putting an arm over his forehead.

Kirishima looked over to his Omega. “Come on, Katsuki.” He spoke up as the two of them walked side by side, in the front. “We can take a break. Water breaks are important, and the city isn’t going anywhere.” He reminds him.

Bakugou paused for a second. He closed his eyes, knowing that the sun was indeed rather bothersome, and it would be better to rest now and continue as it gets cooler. He put fingers to the bridge of his nose. “Fine.” He bend. “Fine. Thirty minutes. Eat, drink, nap, piss, I don’t care but I don’t want any excuses when we start walking.”

Denki let out a relieved sigh as he moved to sit down on the green grass underneath the shade. He leaned against the tree nearby, finding rest in the shade. Bakugou watched as Denki closed his eyes and rested against the tree, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he leaned back. His crimson eyes then moved to Midoriya who stayed standing but moved underneath the shade of the trees as well. He leaned against the tree, having been mostly silent most of the walk, his thoughts buzzing in his head. Bakugou watched as the large green haired Alpha moved to shrug his bag off his shoulder, putting it to the ground.

Kirishima sat down as well, taking out a water bottle from their backpack, offering it up to the blond. He looked up noticing that Bakugou was staring at Midoriya, his eyebrows furrowed in something that Kirishima couldn’t pick up. Bakugou took the water bottle before plopping down next to Kirishima, staying close to the redheaded Alpha.

“Oi, Deku!” Midoriya looked up as he grabbed out his own water bottle from his bag. “What’s in that big bag of yours? You’re only one person and yet you’ve got one equivalent to Eijiro and I.” He pointed out.

Midoriya unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and took off his cap from atop his head. “Just things Y/N has packed me.” He responded simply. The tall Alpha took large gulps from the water bottle but left just under half left. He had to be smart about water after all. He shook his head, making dark curls, some that were damp with sweat, air out.

Bakugou let out a judgemental hum. “Is it not heavy for such a long trip?”

The green haired Alpha shook his head. “No, not really. I’ve carried heavier.”

“Like what?”

“You.” He scoffed lightly as a joke. The blond perked up with a surprised sound making Denki laugh. Midoriya smirked as he put the water bottle back in his bag. “Remember the mission in Obanazawa, Kacchan?”

Denki let out a loud laugh at the memory, making Bakugou’s ears flush red. “I remember that! Katsuki twisted his ankle.”

“I was chasing down a villain!” Bakugou barked in retort.

Kirishima chuckled as he leaned back, putting his hands behind him to balance his weight. “Which you successfully caught, babe. However, we did have to haul you all the way back to the pickup point.” He reminded the ashen blond.

Bakugou huffed as he frowned. “I lost all my extra weight! I’m in my prime condition” He pointed to his chest. “Lost all my post-partum weight in the three months I was on maternity leave.” Suddenly something struck him. A small smirk came to his face as he leaned to Kirishima’s side. He looked off to the side. “Which can’t be said about your wife…”

Midoriya froze. Kirishima turned to look at Bakugou with wide eyes in shock as he looked down at the blond. Denki looked between Bakugou and then at Midoriya, noticing that this wasn’t going to end well.

“What…” Midoriya had closed his eyes as he took a moment to stop himself from absolutely losing himself to anger. “did you just say about my wife?” He asked lowly, dark green eyes opening to lock onto Bakugou with nothing but dark anger inside them.

Bakugou shrugged. He looked down at his nails almost boredly. “Six years off of hero work and they still haven’t lost all of it, have they?” He asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer to that. “But I guess that’s to be expected. It makes sense why you’re always working all the time. With those saggy tits, I wouldn’t want to come home too.”

It was silent amongst the group, the tension was so palpable that one could touch it in the air. Midoriya was stuck in a dark place as he stood frozen in place. A low growl thundered out of his chest as the easy thought that he could always just go at Bakugou and who would blame him. Telling such filthy lies.

Midoriya didn’t work a lot because of you and certainly not because of your weight. He was the number one hero. He had a lot of work to do and an entire agency to run and cases to look through. And when it came to matters of you, it’s not like Midoriya cared what weight you were. As long as you were healthy, happy and content, he couldn’t give a shit whether you were double the weight you were right now or half of it. You had given birth to his son. His pup, the light of his eye. You took every day to take care of him and the home you both had together voluntarily. Midoriya didn’t expect you to be a supermodel straight afterwards. He loved your weight and how you were right now.

But to think that Bakugou saw that as a flaw in you, and something to jest at, was enough to make the Alpha feel sick with disgust and rage.

Midoriya took a step forward, ready to punch Bakugou right in the face when he heard an uncertain whine. Everyone turned to Denki who now had his knees to his chest as he tried to hide his abdomen. He looked to the side with an upset frown on his face that was laced with insecurity. “What’s wrong with post-partum weight?” He let out lowly, looking away from everyone. It had only been a year since he had Haiden and was only two weeks away from heading back to hero work, although Denki had to admit that he wasn’t as fit or slim as he used to be.

Immediately Midoriya moved over to the other blond Omega and shook his head. He crouched down and put a hand to Denki’s shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong with it, Denki.” He spoke softly. He had a gentle smile on his face, a softness that was only meant for him right now. “It’s a beautiful thing that shows the journey you have been on. Nothing is wrong with it at all. You look great.” He assured the Omega as he rubbed his back. Midoriya glanced back at Bakugou, a harsh glare to the ashen blond. “The next time you open your mouth about my wife…” He whispered open endedly, the silence being enough to elaborate on what he would do.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he stood up. “I’m takin’ a piss.” He let out crudely as he moved over up onto his feet past the tree line.

Kirishima sighed, putting a hand up to show he would be back as he followed the blond. “Katsuki!” He let out harshly, anger in his voice as he tried catching up to the blond.

-Glitch1d

[that-one-enthusiast]

Call Me Alpha - part 2

synopsis: with middle school forever in your rear view mirror, you can now focus on the important things in life: deceiving the general public as to your second gender, and creating a support device good enough to get you into Yuuei's support enginnering program. Luckily, you have just the person in mind to test it out.

warnings: descriptions of injuries to ears, reader being very illusive as to who it is their talking about/ with. And some more self hatred. We love

author notes: who knew written three more chapters by the time the first one got likes? Yeah, me neither. Anyways, enjoy!

Hc's | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Your quirk was something of an oddity, no one had ever seen anything like it before; you could look at any object or person, and get a detailed report as to what their quirk was an what it does, or how the object was made and a full 3D model of it and how it worked. The quirk specialist your father took you to see called it Scematic.

So with that in mind, your dream to work as a engineer was further cemented. Younger you was ecstatic to present as an alpha and work in such an alpha dominated field.

Well, step one to your two step dream was in cinders. Completely and utterly burned as your second gender made itself known. The one you hated most. There was still a little sliver of hope though.

The morning after your presentation, you'd scrambled to Google ways of becoming and omegan engineer. There were programs that were designed specifically for omegas, but you would be designing things like child safety equipment or nesting equipment, not quirk support gear for heroes.

You best bet, based on an anonymous forum you'd come upon, was to take suppressants, cover yourself in copious amounts of alpha like cologne and pray for a miracle.

Soon you found yourself looking into specialized programs and schools for engineering, but ones that didn't discriminate based on second gender. Yuuei Hero Academy had the top rated enginnering/support program in the prefecture, but also in Japan as a whole.

After some more research into what you would need to apply to said program, you started right away on the portfolio of blue prints, and making a list of what actual support pieces you could build for a demonstration. And you needed to talk to your dad about suppressants.

He'd left for the day to work, so you sent off a a text about making an appointment with a specialist to start on suppressants.

He always appreciated the transparency in your relationship, how you could go to him for everything and anything. You knew he'd understand your reasoning for the inquiry, if he hadn't already come to the conclusion the night before.

×+×+×+×+

For days after the end of school, you cooped yourself up in your room, creating a prototype for your support item. You had a person in mind that it would work with quite well, all you needed was his help testing the item.

Recalling past interactions with him, he was neither overly abrasive or confrontational with you, but also not kind or acknowledging. Not that he was with anyone in general. He had a clique of wanna be tough guys that he seemed more inclined everyday to punt through a brick wall, and an overt sense of importance and cockiness that can only be attributed to the amount of praise he got from his athletics and perfect grades.

He also happened to be your neighbour. You knew he was smart, and would quickly put two and two together once he saw and smelled you. Not wanting to risk being outed as an omega, you opted to watch to see when he left the house from your window, and then slipped a hand written note into his mailbox that you'd whipped up before hand, being sure to scent it with a dirty, pre presented uniform you had lying on you floor. Hopefully it smelled like the old you, and not an omega, because you were not in the mood to deal a with an alpha possessing a superiority complex.

You spied from your window for the remainder of the day until he returned. He retrieved the mail and wandered inside of his house. Now to wait for his response, hopefully he did as instructed and left the note in your mailbox. That way, any and all contact between you two could be lessend until you were prescribed suppressants.

Thankfully, that day came sooner than you hoped, and by the time your neighbour had responded, you were just starting on the meds. A low dose for now, just enough to return yourself to normal, and to keep those ugly omegan thoughts away. Now you could focus on the task at hand without any distractions.

×+×+×+×+

As you walked to the mail box to check for any updates and new arrivals, your neighbour spooked you;

"Oi, why did you write me a dumb letter? You coulda just rang the bell and asked." His words were crass and his voice was quieter than usual, most likely due to his parents being home.

You looked up to meet his red eyes, unprepared for any kind of contact with him. He handed you the letter, "Your letter was a stupid idea. You'd be better off in the future to just come over and ask instead of whatever the hell you were trying to do before."

You just sighed. "Well," he asked, "are you gonna show me this equipment thing you got? Or are you just gonna keep staring weird?"

With that, you silently motioned for him to follow you to the house. He walked in first, looking around and making no move to hide his observation of your house. You closed and locked the door behind you. He followed you to the kitchen, where you offered him some choice of beverages or foreign smacks you had in the pantry. He accepted a glass of water, and you both headed to the living room.

"Wait here, I'm gonna go grab the stuff." And with that, you let the alpha alone in your house go unattended for only a few minutes, rushing upstairs to grab the blueprints, tools and the piece of gear itself.

You came clamoring down the steps, jogging lightly. He looked over at the stuff in your arms and made to lighten the load. You only glowered at him, not amused at his attempt to exert his alphaness over you.

You set everything down on the coffee table, rolled out and weighted down the egeds of the blueprints. Then launched into an lengthy explanation of what the equipment was, and it's intended purpose.

He noded as you spoke, clearly interested in what you had to say. You knew it was just that he was full of himself and interested in becoming stronger. After the lengthy description, you ushered him outside.

"To make sure you don't blow up my house." You deadpanned when he asked incredulously.

"You think I can't control my quirk?!" His tone was hostile and aggressive, clear that his ego was wounded at the notion.

"No! Were you even listening to me?! I said that this support equipment was specifically designed to increase the blast!" You spoke with exasperation.

He looked a little taken aback at your words, clear as day that the unspoken ones were probably a mix of calling him stupid and lots of swearing. He relented at this, not in the mood to pick a bone when his mother was in hearing range. He offered out his dominant hand as per your earlier instructions, and you got to work attaching and adjusting the glove to his limb.

When that was done, you told him to wait a few minutes.

"Hah? Why?" You mentally face palmed. Clearly he was a lot denser than you anticipated.

"So that your hands will start to sweat more? Obviously you weren't listening to me when I was talking before. Whatever." Your eyes could not have rolled anymore intensly than when you spoke.

You two waited a few minutes in awkward silence for his palms to sweat. Your camera and tripod were a fair bit of distance away, perched on the deck of your backyard. You wandered over to it, to begin the recording process.

"Okay," you said to him as you walked back over. "Put these on, I don't know if the fabric is going to withstand your quirk or not." Handing him your father's safety goggles, as you adjusted yours.

"Why would make something that wasn't going withstand my quirk, for a piece of equipment specifically designed to enhance it?" His words had no real malice behind them, but the tone indicated otherwise.

"I'll have you know that creating quirk resistant material is a lengthy process of trial and error, and it's not a 'one size fits all' kind of deal. Buying that much fabric for just the glove put me in near bankruptcy for how much it cost."

His brow quirked up at this, you continued. "If this goes right, which it most likely won't, then I can go back and adjust the design and order new fabric. Of course, I might have to donate a kidney to do so, but if that's what it takes."

You meant it as a joke, but he frowned at the last bit, not entertained in the slightest at your morbid humour. You dismissed this subtle action as his inability to take a joke.

"Okay so, your hands should have produced enough sweat now, so you can go ahead and do your thing on my count. I'll be behind the safety barrier," you motioned to a piece of plywood propped up in front of a tree, which he only just now noticed.

Jogging to your spot, you made sure to check the camera that it was pointed towards your test subject. Looking back you signaled to him to begin.

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