Megan Emily

Masterlist

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Peter Parker/Spiderman

I’m Here

Answerphone

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

I Trusted You

PEAKY BLINDERS

Alfie Solomons

A Broken Bottle of Whisky

Treat Her Fair | As Long As I Have You 

Back to Margate

Home

Uninvited

THE SOCIETY

Campbell Eliot

Don’t Be Like That

Alone Until You

Four Words

My Hero

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

I Almost Lost You

Not Just Friends 

Just a Scratch

Better Time Than Ever

It’ll All Be Okay

No Matter What

Secrets

Sam Winchester

You Lied To Me

Talk To Me

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Give Me Time

Draco Malfoy

Excuse Me?

HENRY CAVILL

Geralt of Rivia

The River

Jealousy

Angel - Coming Soon

August Walker 

What They Did To You

This Isn’t Goodbye

Don’t Lie To Me

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PRE-ORDER - BUCKY BARNES KEYRING

Im trying my hand at crafts again and this was my most popular product - I had interest over on TT so have decided to take pre orders before I stock up on supplies. A new colour scheme will be coming soon to go with his new suit and arm too!!

https://craftyolivegifts.etsy.com/uk/listing/4455716299/pre-order-bucky-barnes-keyring-winter

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Saddle Up, Cowboy (Tyler Owens x Reader)

You and Tyler are new thing. Still in the early 'honeymoon' stage of your freshly blossoming relationship. You/d both been best friends for as long as you can remember, meeting in meteorology class, yet you both went your separate ways after graduation. It wasn't until a few years ago that Tyler called you asking if you wanted to join is wayward, rag-tag team of storm chasers. And how could you say no to that?

Tyler had always had a place in your heart, and you were convinced if that was always just as friends, then so be it. Yet one night, after a particularly rough chase and you'd returned back to the motel, exhausted and in desperate need of a strong drink - Tyler had pulled you to one side and kissed you like his life depended on it. Ever since then, you'd been even more inseparable than before.

Now as you enjoy the festivities after another successful chase, no thanks to Kate's help, you can't take your eyes off of Tyler as he converses with Boone about your next outing. From both of their hand gestures, you can only assume that they're discussing some form of new firework compromise, Boone currently losing the debate.

Tyler looks up and catches your eye, with a grin and a wink, he tips his cowboy hat in your direction - causing a giggle to fall from your lips. A cough from your left interrupts your train of thought, you turn to face Lily who has a more than amused expression on her face.

"Just go over there and make out already, Jesus." She shakes her head at you, a smile on her face as she reaches across and takes your half finished cider out of your hands. "Go. Your cowboy awaits." You both laugh as you take the hint. With no further encouragement, you all but skip over to where Tyler and Boone are still bickering like children.

"Hey, cowboy." Wrapping your arms around Tyler's waist, you leave a delicate kiss on his cheek before tucking yourself into his chest.

"Hey, darlin'. You good?" You nod against him as he wraps his arms around you. "That's my girl." Boone chuckles at the two of you, so happy to finally see his best friend happy with someone just as adventurous as he is. You're more than happy to stay content in Tyler's arms as he discusses tornadoes, you love the weather just as much as he does.

After a while you untuck yourself from his arms and lean back to look at him, taking in his cowboy hat once again. Without a second to really think it through, you take the hat from his head, twirling it around in your hands.

"Hey, pretty girl, what you doin' now?" There's a teasing caution in his eyes as he pathetically tries to take it from your grasp.

"Nothing, cowboy. Just know you look cute with your hat hair after wearing this thing all day." You giggle to yourself, meeting his eyes as you ruffle his hair with one hand, his hat still lightly held in the other.

"You're cute. Now give it back." The laugh that falls out of Tyler's mouth has you practically swooning - you always have loved his laugh. With a delicate shake of your head, you take one, then two steps backwards from him. Your boots dragging through the dirt of the parking lot. "Darlin'." With an innocent look on your face, you hide the hat behind your back as you keep stepping backwards, Tyler moving away from Boone to follow you. You're both laughing now, the rest of the group watching with amusement. Yet the second you go to place the hat on your head, Tyler swears he stops breathing.

"Darlin', I wouldn't." You frown in confusion at the sudden seriousness on his face.

"What?" The pout on your lips almost has Tyler on the ground in cardiac arrest. "Do you not think I'd look cute in your hat, Ty?" Why would he not want you to wear his hat?

"Darlin, that's no-" Too late. You've placed the hat on your head. And it's like someone has pressed paused on the remote. Every single person in that parking lot is silent.

Tyler stands dumbfounded as he refuses to break eye contact with you. "Fuck."

A few seconds pass where you both just stand there, you very confused, Tyler looking like he's about to combust. But Boone doesn't let the silence settle for long before he hoots and hollers - the rest of the group following suit. You're surrounded by the sound of whistling and cheering and you have no idea why. At this point you're baffled.

"What the hell is going on Tyler?"

He's there in a second, pushing the brim of the hat upwards so he can look you in the eyes properly.

"Darlin', you never heard of the hat rule?"

"Th- the hat rule? No. Should I?" You go to reach for the hat, ready to take it off and give it back but he stops you, grabbing your wrist softly in his hand. His touch sending shivers up your arm.

"Well- How do I-" There's a flush spreading up his neck, crawling up his cheeks as he gaze flits between your eyes, the hat and your lips.

For a brief moment, Tyler drops his head down and you miss the mumbled comment that slips from his mouth. "Tyler." The softness of your voice breaks him as he quickly looks back up to your face and rushes out -

"You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy."

For a second you're completely gobsmacked, your face flushing slightly. A little embarrassed but also intrigued by the situation you unknowingly put yourself in. Without thinking, you grab Tyler by the front of his jeans, fingers digging into the leather of his belt as you pull him closer towards you. There's a look of surprise on his face as he recognises that devious look in your eyes.

"Then saddle up, cowboy."

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3AM - Bucky tries giving himself a haircut.

You Love Her - Bucky returns home to find HYDRA have you.

Dessert Sounds Good | Part Two - Y/N & Bucky hit it off

Five Years - Bucky blipped. Need I say more?

Midnight Coffee - Steve questions Bucky on his feelings.

Hello Again - Steve takes Y/N to Bucky in Wakanda.

The Graveyard Shift - Bucky & Y/N end up staying somewhere haunted

Best Kept Secret - Bucky has a secret he's been keeping from the rest of the team (OG Avengers)

Grilled Cheese - Bucky just wants Y/N to make him his favourite food

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Stay (Tyler Owens x Reader)

This was requested by @fall-06 - sorry it's taken so long, I sort of did a disappearing act from Tumblr.

Warnings: mentions of injury, reader gets trapped instead of Tyler, lots of angst

"TYLER!" As the tornado sweeps through El Reno, you and Tyler do everything you can to get people to safety. Yet Tyler can never seem to keep himself out of more danger. You see the tram heading in his direction before he does, and without a seconds thought you throw yourself into him, knocking him out of the way. But you don't have enough momentum to get yourself clear of its path.

You hit the ground with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs. For a second you lay stunned on the ground, eyes closed tightly in pain.

"Y/N!" At the sound of Tyler's panicked voice you open your eyes, soon realising what situation you've got yourself in. As the tornado fast approaches, you're now pinned beneath the derailed tram and other debris. The longer you stare at your leg, the more then pain starts to creep in. "Y/N, hey, I've got ya."

Despite sounding terrified, Tyler tries to appear calm and confident as he grips onto the metal pinning you down. With as much strength as he can muster, he lifts what weight he can, but it's not enough.

"Tyler." There are tears beginning to hit your cheeks as the winds grow stronger, the tornado nearly fully upon the town. "Ty!"

"I've gotcha darlin. I promise. I'm not leavin' ya." His southern drawl slipping off his tongue. "I'm not go-" He's interrupted by the loud crash from above you as the water tower is hit by a flying piece of debris. "Fuck!" The chaos around you feels as if it's in slow motion as you watch it begin to topple.

"Tyler! Go! Please, just lea-"

"I AM NOT LEAVING YOU!"

"Ty-"

"Owens, lift!" Out of nowhere, as if by some miracle, Javi is there. You've never felt more grateful for his presence than now as he helps save your life.

You feel the pressure and weight leave your leg as you haphazardly drag yourself out from underneath the debris. As soon as you're clear, both Javi and Tyler drop it, grabbing you as quickly as they can to drag you out of the way. The water tower falls, the three of you can't move quick enough, but with luck on your side it falls barely an inch from where you stand. The force of the water sends you all sprawling, the quickening wind speeds not helping you any.

Once the flood has stopped, you try to catch your breath. The pain in your leg is only just bearable as you pull yourself up to your knees, hands on the hot and damp concrete beneath you.

"Y/N, baby, shit!" Tyler scrambles over to your side, holding your face between his hands, checking for anymore damage. "You okay, darlin'?"

"Mhm." Exhaustion is beginning to set in as you struggle to stand by yourself. Tyler has his arms around you as he gets you back on your feet. Without another second, you pull him to your body, enveloping him in a tight hug. Despite the chaos around you, and impending disaster, you just need this moment to feel him. To hold him whilst you can, before it's too late.

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Home - You're it, you're his home.

Sign Your Life Away - Tyler tries to get Y/N to sign their divorce papers, but it's not what either of them want.

Back For Good - Tyler returns home to his girls.

Right Here - Aftermath of a chase gone wrong.

Still Here - Follow on from Right Here, but can be read as a stand alone. Reader struggles after a chase gone wrong.

Stay - Instead of Tyler getting pinned under the tram, it's Y/N.

Saddle Up, Cowboy - Y/N doesn't know about the hat rule

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He's A Loser - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - Y/N is Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw’s little sister and he’s finally introduced her to the rest of Dagger Squad. What neither of them anticipated was them both have an instant attraction, despite Bradley’s best efforts, the inevitable still happens.

Baby Girl - Jake returns home to his wife

Kiss Me, Lieutenant - Y/N flirts with her husband at The Hard Deck.

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Hangman's Sister - Y/N is Hangman's little sister - everyone on the Dagger Squad knows she's dating Bob, except for her big brother.

Kiss Me, Lieutenant - Y/N gets flirty with her husband at The Hard Deck.

Main Masterlist

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Robert 'Bob' Reynolds

One Day - Bob asking Y/N about having children in the future

Sentry

Void

Main Masterlist

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Kiss Me, Lieutenant (Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader)

Author's Note: based off of my Hangman x Reader fic of the same name - I just love the concept so had to write a version for Bob!

It's rare that you find yourself out drinking with friends on a Friday night, yet after the week you've had, you can't think of a better idea. One angry customer after another has you in need of a drink, or a few. After convincing your friends that a night on the town is what you need, you find yourself three drinks deep at The Hard Deck.

You're not a stranger to the company of Top Gun personnel during your evenings of socialising, but tonight you're only interested in drowning your sour and negative mood with alcohol. Forget the men who always vie for your attention tonight, they're never successful in their attempts anyway.

Nursing a cocktail, you stand with a hip leaning into the bar, deep in conversation with your girlfriends. The topic of work off limits. Yet you can't help but keep diverting your eyes to that of the handsome, blue-eyed, Lieutenant across the room. Although compared to his friends he seems shy, you can't help but watch as he observes his squad at the pool table. There's a half drank bottle of beer wrapped in his long fingers and you can't help but notice the corded muscle of his forearm on the occasion he takes a sip. God, you're such a perv when you've had a drink or two.

"Earth to Y/N!" You're snapped out of your ogling by the voice of your best friend finally reaching your eyes. "My God, just go and talk to the guy!" All of you chuckle before you down the last dregs of your drink.

"Fine, I just might." They both protest, trying to stop you in your tracks, albeit futile, as you make a beeline Bob Floyd. In his peripheral, Bob spots you making your way over to him, beer bottle in hand, he stands up straight, a pleased smile on his face.

"And what do I owe the pleasure, ma'am?"

"Kiss me, Lieutenant!"

Without a seconds thought, Bob welcomes you into his body as you press your lips to his. Your hands snaking around his neck and pulling him closer. Bob gently, yet quickly, places his soon forgotten bottle onto the nearest table top, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You moan into his mouth, teeth knocking together as you breath him in. You can hear cheering from surrounding patrons, some even clapping at your public display.

"You wanna get out of here darlin'?" His southern drawl creeps through with a groan as you nip at his bottom lip, your nails grazing the nape of his nape before trailing through his sun-kissed hair again. "Want you all to myself, in private." With one last forceful kiss, you both pull apart for air. The redness that rises to his cheeks upon noticing all the attention directed at you both causes you to giggle, bringing a bigger smile to your already beaming face.

You take a glance down to the dog tag that hangs around his neck, and with a raise of your eyebrows you loop your finger around the chain and pull him closer towards you.

"Are you married Lieutenant?" The gold wedding band that sits proud against his dog tags glistens in the light. A laugh leaves him as he tucks his thumbs through your belt loops, your hips flush against his own, the feeling of his arousal sending another wave of want through your own body. "Why, yes Mrs Floyd, I am."

"Well she's a lucky girl to get to take you home, sir."

"No, I'm the lucky one darlin'."

Like a teenager, you giggle at your husband, pulling him in for another kiss before he takes your hand and swiftly leads you towards the exit of The Hard Deck, a majority of the crowd cheering and clapping in your wake.

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Oh my gosh that short was awesome. I'm sorry to be this person to ask so quick but is there anyway to get a part two to my ask but with a happy ending?? You're writing is awesome!!

Apologies that this has literally taken MONTHS - for some bizarre reason I hadn't actually seen this request. So I hope this is okay.

Part One

It's been over two weeks since you and Tyler had had that bad chase. You've spent most of your time since then hiding away in yours and Tyler's apartment. Terrified of getting into that truck again to storm chase. Tyler had been reluctant but having lived through more difficult and stronger storms, he still went out to do his job. It wasn't without its struggles - the thought of you being alone, even in the comfort of your own home had Tyler's anxiety through the roof.

Between every chase, he'd be calling you to make sure you were okay. That you'd eaten and at least watched a few episodes of your favourite show. What he doesn't realise - and you refuse to tell him - is that you sit and watch every second of every livestream that Boone transmits to the internet. The fear that sits deep in your bones has you gripping your iPad tightly as your heart races as you watch the man you love, quite literally, chase his dreams.

It's raining on the day Tyler comes how, wind howling and the rain ricocheting off of the tarmac outside. You hear his truck as it pulls into the lot, your heart immediately beating faster at the excitement of your man coming home. With bated breath you race out the front door barefoot, across the balcony and down the stairs, throwing yourself into Tyler's arms as soon as he rounds the back of his truck.

"Hey there, darlin." Feeling his body against your own gives you an instant feeling of peace. You lean back, grabbing his face between your hands, turning his head first to the left and then to the right - checking for any damage, like a mother would their child. "Ba-" You kiss him quickly, lips lingering against his own as you take in the feel of him. "I missed you too." He chuckles against your mouth, a grin spreading across his face. The rain continues to pour as you both stand there, clothes now soaked through - hair matted to both of your heads as you relish in each other's presence.

"I'm glad you're home." He kisses you again, pulling your body closer, his hands slipping into the back pockets of your ripped denim shorts. "I missed you so much, Ty." There's only mere inches between your noses as he gazes into your eyes, lashes lined with rain or tear drops he can't tell. Freeing one hand, he cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your now wet skin. Eyes linger on the still healing wound through your eyebrow, the stitches holding strong but sure to leave a decent scar. Tyler kisses your brow gently before peppering kisses over your cheeks.

"I love you, darlin. But it's not the same without you out the-"

"Tyler, I'm not ready. Baby I-" He cuts you off before you can continue.

"Sweetheart, I'm not saying you've got to get back out there. I'm just saying that I would much rather be here with you."

"Ty, yo-"

"Kate and Javi are gonna hold the fort for a little while. The fans love 'em - gives them the chance to do some more research, you know?" Fresh tears spring to your eyes as you realise what Tyler is telling you.

"You're gonna be here with me for a while?"

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be sweetheart."

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Hangman's Sister (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Y/N is Hangman's little sister - everyone on the Dagger Squad knows she's dating Bob, except for her big brother.

Warnings: mentions of PDA? Little bit of sass from Bob.

The Hard Deck is teaming with Naval personnel when you arrive in the early evening. The drive in gave you enough time to prepare for the onslaught of friendly greetings from the rest of the squad - your friends. Well, first and foremost they are your brother, Jake Seresin's, team and friends. Yet as Maverick's assistant, they welcomed you onto the team as if you were just another Lieutenant.

As it was technically your day off and the weather was overbearingly humid, you'd opted for a small blue summer dress, the colour coincidentally the same shade as your favourite Lieutenant's eyes. As you enter the bar, you make a beeline for Penny, grabbing a bottle of water from her as you ask her how the crowd has been so far. "Nothing too rowdy yet, but then again, Maverick hasn't shown up yet." You both chuckle at her remark before she points out the Dagger Squad over by the pool table. With a brief hug and a smile, you make your way over to the team.

"Hey, if it isn't little Seresin!" Fanboy makes your presence known as the rest of the squad cheer at your arrival. Bob's attention is immediately on you as he takes in how beautiful you look in your dress, smiling as you make your way around the team, greeting everyone with a brief hug - yet your eyes stay on him until you're standing in front of him.

Bob pulls you into a tight hug, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as he does so - he's missed you.

"How's my favourite Weapons System Operator doing?" You make sure to hold onto him longer than everybody else, appreciating the feel of him holding you tightly.

"Better now you're here, beautiful." He never fails to make you giddy with his terms of affection. As you pull away, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple - eyes meeting as you move apart.

"Alright, Baby on Board, I think that's enough physical contact for you." The sound of your brother's voice automatically has you rolling your eyes as he pulls you into a headlock.

"Jake, don't be an asshole."

"Sorry Robert, I didn't mean to offend."

"And yet somehow, you always manage." You can't say you're not impressed at the snide remark comes from your boyfriend. The rest of the team, equally surprised at this comeback too. "You know maybe she likes the physical contact with me?"

The group fall silent at this next remark. Your heart thunders in your chest as you stare, shocked at Bob's face. There's a confidence there that you rarely see, but my God, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

"What the hell did you just say?" All playfulness leaves Jake's voice as he lets you go, straightening his body to tower over Bob.

"You heard me, Bagman."

The tension in the Hard Deck is ridiculously thick, an uncomfortable silence slowly spreading throughout the bar. Without hesitation, you throw yourself between the two men, pressing yourself against Bob as he refuses to break eye contact with your brother. His arm immediately wraps itself around your waist, hand resting firmly on your waist, fingers deftly clinging to the material of your skirt. You lean into his touch, "Bobby, please. That's enough." Bob's gaze immediately turns to you, his forehead pressing against your own as he nods.

"M'sorry, darlin'." A small smile graces your lips as you savour the feel of his lips on your skin. All the while, Jake looks like he's going to combust.

"I'm sorry. Am I missing something here?" Both you and Bob chuckle, leaning into each other's touch as you turn to look at your older brother. The smile never leaving your face. With a sneaky glance to your boyfriend. " Do you want to tell him? Or should I?" A mischievous look passes over Bob's face as he moves his hand lower, gently resting it on the curve of your ass. "Nah, let him figure it out."

With arms wrapped around each other you, you giggle moving to pass your brother as he stares dumfounded, his brain trying to comprehend his little sister and Bob being together.

"C'mon Bagman, we thought you were smarter than this."

"Bobby!"

"Sorry, darlin."

**Author's Note: This isn't my best but I wanted to start writing for Bob because I can't get him out of my head...

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Taking Requests

I’m now taking requests for the following:

Top Gun: Maverick

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Marvel

Robert “Bob” Reynolds / Sentry / Void

Bucky Barnes

Twisters

Tyler Owens

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One Day (Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader)

Okay, so I saw Thunderbolts* last week and Bob has reawakened the fangirl within me and I just HAVE to write for him. So please, get sending in those requests!!

Warnings: slight mentions of depression & anxiety, mention of children

The long days of press are tedious, especially when there so many interviews and television appearances for the "New Avengers". But the family press days were always the ones that took the most toll on the whole team. Despite them being a day of making children and their families happy, they were exhausting. Especially when cameras are shoved in your face for the entire duration.

It's one of those days and you are counting down every second until the cameras and families go home. As you say goodbye to a young family that have just welcomed a new addition, you catch Bob watching you in the corner of your eye, sitting patiently cross-legged on the floor. Family press days mean that Bob is to watch from afar, by order of Valentina. Your heart breaks as you see the lost expression on his face as he watches his found family interact with so many adoring and grateful fans. You hand back the sleeping infant to his mother and politely make your leave, heading straight for Bob who is anxiously wringing his hands together.

"Hey, baby." You keep your voice down as you sit next to him on the ground, gently leaning your head against his shoulder before taking one of his hands in your own. With your thumb you softly begin to draw patterns, a habit that you know calms Bob down, grounding him when he needs your comfort. "You ready for home?" With an agreeing nod, you chuckle. "Yeah, me too." It's in these moments that you find yourself admiring the man you so dearly love. A man who has fought so hard to take care of himself since the New York incident all that time ago.

"Hey, Y/N?" Bob's grip on your hand tightens and relaxes repeatedly as he works out what to say next. You daren't interrupt his train of thought or his determination, so you wait patiently for him to continue. You notice his gaze shift back over to where Bucky is having photographs taken with a family with two small children, before his eyes flicker back to you and your hands. "Do y-" there's a tremor in his voice as he calms himself. "Sorry."

He breathes out a laugh as he focuses his attention solely on you. "Do you ever think about that?"

"Hmm? Think about what my love?"

"Do you ever think about having kids?"

The question shocks you but you soften the expression on your face as you take a glance again at the family saying their farewells to the rest of the team.

"One day, hopefully." A delicate smile passes across your face as an unreadable look moves across Bob's. "What ab-"

"Would you want kids with me?" The interruption has you breathless for a moment. Of course you'd thought about having children with Bob - but you've never mentioned the idea to him, too scared that the expectation and pressure would be too much at the time.

An unexpected hesitation settles on your tongue as you try to find the right words without scaring him. Yet those minute seconds have a wave of fear passing over Bob's face as he moves back from your hold. Immediately anticipating his need to retreat, your hold on him tightens, fingers wrapped carefully yet firmly around his own hand.

"Of course I have, but only when you're ready." An invisible weight seems to lift from his shoulders as he crashes into an embrace in your arms. "There's no rush, baby. Okay?" You place a kiss on his forehead as you both hold each other, taking a moment to show him how much you have come to adore him. "We have all the time in the world."

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Is it possible to get a Tyler Owens x reader where they are chasing a storm and the truck's anchors fail to deploy causing the truck to get flipped in the aftermath of the storm and Tyler gets scared when he sees reader is possibly fataly injured after coming back to himself

"What the fuck?" Tyler's vision is blurred as he comes to, his head throbbing from the impact that the truck took from the storm. Instantly, his mind is on you, making sure you're okay.

The truck is on its side, windscreen cracked, rain pouring through the open window on his side. With hazy eyes, Tyler looks to his right to find you unconscious, blood trickling from your forehead, cuts and scrapes littering your face and neck.

"No, no, no." In a panic, Tyler rushes to undo his seatbelt, bringing his aching legs to support himself against the dash before rolling himself out of his seat. He tries his best not to land on you, the sound of broken glass crunching beneath his boots fills the inside of the truck, only just audible over the sound of the increasing rain overhead.

"Baby girl, don't do this to me." With gentle, shaking hands, Tyler brushes your damp hair away from your face, your eyelids fluttering as he does so. "Oh thank God!" Despite his heart still racing a mile a minute at the scare, you're at least alive. There are tears running down his cheeks as he thanks whatever being is out there for keeping you alive. Tyler tries his best to control his emotions, sobs beginning to build up in his chest. He's never been so terrified in his life, the thought of losing you too much for him to bear.

"Ty?" Your voice is hoarse as you start to come around. "Baby, what happened?" You try to reach for him but he keeps your hands lowered.

"Don't move darlin', alright? It was a bad chase." You go to speak again but he interrupts you. "I thought I lost you, Y/N." His tears start again as he can barely meet your eyes. "I ca- I can't lose you sweetheart. I can't." Your own eyes fill with tears at the man you love so dearly being so open.

"I'm right here baby, I'm not going anywhere."

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Back For Good (Tyler Owens x Reader)

During this time of the year, the Texas weather becomes unbearably sweltering, almost out of nowhere. The sun and warmth you usually love to soak in soon becomes abhorrent as you crave a reprieve from the soaring temperatures.

The sky outside is a beautiful orange as you stare absentmindedly from the front porch, feet tapping uncontrollably on the wooden steps underneath you as you perch on the topmost deck. The view from where you sit is one you'll never tire of as you take in the masses of trees surrounding your property, your own private paradise.

Moving to Texas was the best decision you could have made all those months ago, especially under the circumstances of your family life. You first occupied the decades old ranch in the winter, when the humidity wasn't so dense. You immediately felt at home the moment you saw the view. Winter in Texas is your favourite season to witness, so much so you bestowed its name upon the small bundle nestled in your arms, barely a month old.

You're little Winter.

Such a small, delicate thing, with ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. As soon as you saw that positive pregnancy test gripped between your shaking fingers, you vowed to protect and love her with your life - nothing could change that. A dusting of blonde hair adorns her head, accompanied by already hazel-green eyes, making her the spitting image of her father. Your husband.

A husband you pray makes a safe return home to you. To both of you. Despite what he does for a living, you can't fault his love for what he does. The last you saw of him was a few weeks prior to Winter's birth as he swore he'd be home to see her into the world in the safety of his arms. Yet the weather of the south had kept you apart, your baby girl arriving a whole month early, her Daddy missing the first breath of his first child. Yet he had kept contact with you as he fought through literal tornadoes to get home to you.

Glancing at your phone beside you, you are disappointed to have not received anymore texts or phonecalls, yet as you readjust your darling daughter in your arms, you hear the rev of an engine far off down the driveway.

Tears immediately start to pool in your eyes as you see the familiar red truck in the distance, dust following in its wake. Yet as you take in the damage to Tyler's beloved truck your heart ratchets up in your chest, a sick feeling taking over you. With a scrape of gravel, the truck comes to a sudden halt, only metres from where you sit. With unsteady legs, you stand as the door opens and outsteps your husband.

With a pause in your breath and heart, you take in the appearance of the man you've needed by your side these last few weeks. Adorned in his typical white shirt, jeans and boots, you feel the tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

There is the briefest pause as Tyler take you in before he instinctively moves towards you. Enveloping you in his arms, holding you tightly against his body without crushing your daughter, your free hand balled tightly into a fist around the back of his shirt. Heavy sobs escape your mouth as you revel in the feel of him against your skin, the sensation of his hands against your bare arms. A forceful, yet loving kiss is placed on the crown of your head as Tyler takes in the scent of your hair, missing the smell of your shampoo whilst he's been gone.

As if only just realising, Tyler pulls away, a gasp leaving his lips as he takes in the bundle of joy held gently in your arms. "Oh, she's even more beautiful in person." With both hands, Tyler carefully takes hold of your face, thumbs brushing away the falling tears before bringing you in for a chaste kiss, pouring all the love into the one moment. "You did so good, baby. I'm so fucking proud of you." With another kiss to your forehead, he then directs his attention back to your beautiful daughter, his forehead now resting against your own.

"I'm not going anywhere my darling girl. Daddy's home and he's going to give you all the love in the world. Me and your momma love you so much already." Both of you are now shedding tears as neither of you can take your eyes from the child you created together, finally able to be a family of three for the first time.

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Kiss Me Lieutenant (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader)

It's not often that you find yourself out drinking with friends on a Thursday night, but your week at work has been a stressful one. One angry customer after another has you in need of a drink, or a few. After convincing your friends that a night on the town is what you need, you find yourself three drinks deep at The Hard Deck.

You're not a stranger to the company of Top Gun personnel during your evenings of socialising, but tonight you're only interested in drowning your sour mood with alcohol. Forget the men who always vie for your attention tonight, they're never successful in their attempts anyway.

Nursing a cocktail, you stand with a hip leaning into the bar, deep in conversation with your girlfriends. The topic of work off limits. Yet you can't help but keep diverting your eyes to that of the handsome Lieutenant across the room. Everything about his exudes masculinity and you can't help but be drawn to not only the gorgeous smile on his face, but how nicely fitting his uniform is on his body. God, you're such a perv when you've had a drink or two.

"Earth to Y/N!" You're snapped out of your ogling by the voice of your best friend finally reaching your eyes. "My God, just go and talk to the guy!" All of you chuckle before you down the last dregs of your drink.

"Fine, I just might." They both protest, trying to stop you in your tracks, albeit futile, as you make a beeline for the one and only, Jake Seresin. In his peripheral, Jake spots you making your way over to him, pool cue in hand, he stands up straight, a cocky smirk on his face.

"And what do I owe the pleasure, ma'am?"

"Kiss me, Lieutenant!"

Without a seconds thought, Jake welcomes you into his body as you press your lips to his. Your hands snaking around his neck and pulling him closer. The hand holding the pool cue quickly passes it onto one of his squad mates before finding purchase in your hair. You moan into his mouth, teeth knocking together as you breath him in. You can hear cheering from surrounding patrons, some even clapping at your public display.

"Let me take you home." The words leave his lips with a groan as you nip at his bottom lip, your nails grazing the nape of his nape before trailing through his sun-kissed hair again. "Let me show you how much I've missed you darlin." With one last forceful kiss, you both pull apart for air. The flush on his cheeks bringing a bigger smile to your already beaming face.

You take a glance down to the dog tag that hangs around his neck, and with a raise of your eyebrows you loop your finger around the chain and pull him closer towards you.

"Are you married Lieutenant?" The gold wedding band that sits proud against his dog tags glistens in the light. A scoff leaves Jake's throat as he tucks his thumbs through your belt loops, your hips flush against his own, the feeling of his arousal sending another wave of want through your own body. "Why, yes Mrs Seresin, I am."

"Well she's a lucky girl to get to take you home, sir."

"No, I'm the lucky one darlin'."

Like a teenager, you giggle at your husband, pulling him in for another kiss before he takes your hand and swiftly leads you towards the exit of The Hard Deck, a majority of the crowd cheering and clapping in your wake. Even Penny rings the bell as she watches you leave, shaking her head in disbelief. She's never seen two people so in love.

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