Summary ➼ Tyler promised he could get home tomorrow, yet he surprised you.
Warnings ➼ Sexual innuendos
Word Count ➼ 2,195 words
A/N ➼ Hope you enjoy reading!
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For the last couple of years Tyler has been dating this wonderful woman. Who is an incredibly smart and talented teacher based in Miami. How they met was by her friend, Arabella who is also a teacher, taking her on a holiday to Texas during June. One night, at a bar, Arabella and her friend linked up with this group who called themselves the Tornado Wranglers. You and Tyler Owen’s became really close, talking to each other all the time, which ended up with him asking you out.
Years later, the two are still very much in love, yet you two are currently in different parts of the country.
With the first day of school starting today, you write down the goals for today and the date up on the board for the whole class to see. Just after finishing, a ringtone of a phone could be heard from the teacher's desk.
Picking it up, Tyler’s name fills the screen, wanting to call.
Answering, she says “Hey love, how are you?”
You can tell he is smiling through the phone as he answers “I am doing lovely hearing your voice today, darling. How are you?” Tyler asks back.
“I am doing well. I am so excited to meet my new students for this next school year.”
Chuckling at her enthusiasm, he then speaks up “listen babe, I know I promised me and the team will get to Miami today, but last night we were set back. As the hotel we booked, ended up giving our rooms away to other people. We tried nearby motels and caravan sites but they were all booked. So the closest hotel nearby is six hours away from where we were meant to stay. I am so sorry, doll.”
You sigh heavily, shoulder falling in sadness, missing your boyfriend. “Alright, but shouldn’t you be sleeping right now if you had to drive extra hours?”
“Dani took over driving for me, while I slept in the back seats.”
“Are you still at the hotel? Have you gotten enough sleep? I don’t want you driving while still tired.” Your voice rose as you interrogated him.
“Don’t worry about me darling. And yeah, I am still at the hotel, and I just took a shower.” He replied, wrapping his towel around himself.
“Oh really?” Tyler didn't have to be with you to know you were smirking, and excited about the information shared.
“Yes, get your head out the gutter.” He laughed.
“See here the thing,” you started, pausing as you stared into the sky, “I won’t believe you unless you send me a picture.” She said, smiling at her words.
“I will see what I can do,” he chuckled again, “anyways what’s your plan for today, teach?”
“Well, since it is the first day of school, I will of course just be doing the introductory work and some goal setting with the kids. Then later tonight, I was going to make carbonara for you and the team, but it seems like you won’t get here till tomorrow. So I guess I will just order takeout.” She answered, her voice saddened by the end, as she walked around the classroom, making sure everything was perfect.
“I promise we will be there tomorrow.” He spoke softly.
“Okay.” You smiled, loving his words. Yet before the conversation could continue, the loud, annoying bell went off. “Shit, love, bell just rang. I love you, stay safe.” You ran towards your desk from the other side of the classroom.
“I love you too baby, and I will stay safe. Have a great day. Bye!” He hurriedly spoke, so she could go on her way.
“Bye!” You yelled, placing your phone face down on your desk, before rushing over to the classroom door. Flattening your clothes, you open the door.
A herd of kids came running in, finding their seats for the day. While the kids come rushing in, you try your best to greet them all with a smile on your face.
Once all the seats have been filled with children, you close the door, walking towards the front of the room. Children smiled at you, excited to see what you say, what you are like. They are excited for the new year.
Breaking the silence, you spoke up “Hello everyone, my name is Ms. Y/L/N, and I will be your teacher for this next school year. I hope that we can be on the best of terms, and for all of you to be kind to one another. So, today, what we are going to do is …”
―୨❀୧―
Sitting in the teachers lounge, you and your best friend Arabella are talking to one another while she gets some more coffee.
“I hate how Tyler isn’t coming home till tomorrow, I miss him.” You groaned, leaning your head back against the kitchen doors, as you lean against the bench.
“Trust me, I know the feeling.” Arabella stated, making you snap your neck towards her.
“What do you mean by that?” You question her, raising your eyebrows suggestively.
“Didn’t I tell you me and Dani got official yesterday?” Arabella questioned.
“Um, no! When did this happen?” You screamed, excited for your friend to finally have a girlfriend.
Before Arabella could explain how she and Dani got together, the bell went off again. The second time the bell has ruined a conversation for you today. You and Dani both sighed, before leaving the teachers lounge.
You and Dani had to go separate ways, so you told her to tell you the details later before heading to your classroom.
―୨❀୧―
You and Arabella walk out of school, after finally finishing your first day of work. When Arabella is talking about how she and Dani got together. Yet Arabella stopped in her tracks, mid sentence, staring blankly in front of her.
You looked up to Arabella wondering why she had stopped speaking, yet when her eyes were not on you, you followed her eyesight, to see a surprise. A surprise for both of you.
It was the Tornado Wranglers.
You too looked at each other smiling, before running towards the group, greeting each other.
While Arabella made her way through the group’s greetings fast so she could get to Dani, you took your time, savouring the moment.
Which leads you to finally being back in your lover’s arms once more. His arms wrapped firmly around you, like he doesn’t want to leave you again. While you wrap your arms around his neck, listening to his sweet heart beat. Trying to prove that this is real, that he is here.
Tyler pulls away, placing his hands on your cheeks, staring into your glossy eyes, rimmed with tears. He pulls you in for an intoxicating kiss, that forces you to grab onto his shirt, to pull him closer. Both of you want to get as close as you physically can, even if physics won’t allow it. This passionate yet gentle kiss provides both of you with warmth. The kiss feels as long as the time you both had separated from each other. It has been months since you last physically touched one another, while he has been out tornado hunting.
You both pull apart, needing air. Looking at one another, you speak up. “You, Owens, are a bloody lair.”
“But you still love me.” He smiled, kissing your cheek. His arm wrapped around your shoulder as you faced the group.
You announced to the group that dinner will be at your house, before Tyler rushed you away to his truck. Opening the car door, he held out a hand for you, as you got into the car. Closing the door, he runs around to the other side of the car, excited to have you back in arm’s reach again.
Getting inside the car, you watch Tyler, before you question him on why he has gotten you into his car, when you had driven your car to school today.
Tyler just stared at you lovingly, “don’t worry about it darling, it has been taken care of.”
“How?” You question, narrowing down your eyes.
“While you were teaching, I got Boone to drive my truck to yours while I drove your car to yours. I parked your car, and got back to school in my truck.” He explained, driving the car off towards the distance.
You thank him, before grabbing his hand, and pressing your lips to his knuckles.
―୨❀୧―
It is around 5:30pm, when you and Tyler decided to start preparing dinner.
“Hey babe, do you want to handle the pasta and sauce, while I deal with the meat? Since you hate touching the meat.”
“Sure,” you replied, seeking the deal with a kiss on his cheek.
While you both get started on your jobs, Tyler also starts playing music from your shared Spotify playlist. Settling his phone down on the bench, he spins you around as you head to get some salt from the cabinet.
While you cook, the two of you spend your time singing terribly and dancing around in the kitchen.
As you wait for your pasta and sauce to cook, you walk behind Tyler, hugging him from behind.
“You know love, because you lied to be today, you need to make it up to me. And I know a way you can.” You suggested, as you slip your hands underneath his white shirt, running your hands up to his chest.
He grabs your hands from above the fabric, and guides them to his hips. He then turns around, ignoring his duties. Staring into him, figuring out your game, he replied to you “yeah, and what way would that be?”
“You already know what it is.” You replied, smiling cheekily. You move your hands back up to his chest, fondling it, before massaging his shoulders. He stares at you, eyes darkening.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted your moment. You stare at him, before telling him to go get it. You back away, but before he can leave your space you slap his ass. He looks back at you, eyes open, while you just stared into space innocently.
The sound of Tyler greeting everyone drowns out of your ears, and you finish the sauce. Yet the noise of everyone washes back to your ears when they stand in the kitchen behind you and the kitchen bench.
“Hey teach, how are you?” Boone asks, looking around the kitchen.
“I am doing lovely, thank you.” You smiled, before going back to the sauce.
Lily is intrigued by what you are doing, so she walks towards you. You become aware of her presence as she stands over you, looking over your shoulder.
“Can I have a taste?” She asked.
You looked back towards her, and said sure. You grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and scooped some up for her, before giving her the spoon.”
“Delicious, absolutely amazing.” She smiled as she tasted the sauce, before walking back to where the rest of the group was standing.
“Hey hun,” you started, turning your head to face Tyler, “can you set up the table outside while i fish up dinner.” you asked.
“Sure,” he smiled, also giving you a kiss to seal the deal.
He gets the rest of the team to head outside, before grabbing all the cutlery and glasses needed. He comes back into the house for the drinks afterwards, before heading back out to set the table.
While Tyler does his task you assigned him, you start serving the food into the bowls. Once you're finished, you popped your head outside, and asked Tyler to help you carry the food outside. He groans before coming towards you.
“Why are you making me do everything, love?” He questioned, remaining polite.
“This is a part of your pay back for lying to me.” You say as you grab a few plates. Before you head outside you give him a kiss on his lips quickly, before walking off.
“You're killing me woman,” he stated loudly, before shaking his head and smiling down.
Dinner was about two hours long, most of the time spent talking. As the group was saying their goodbyes and thank yous to Tyler at the front door, you got started on cleaning the kitchen.
10 minutes of cleaning goes by, until you hear Tyler’s footsteps walking towards you. You watch him as he enters the kitchen, but when he goes behind you, you continue your cleaning.
But Tyler puts a stop to you ignoring him being in the kitchen, as he wraps a hand around your waist, his hands dipping in your pants. He massages your lower stomach, before starting to attack your neck with kisses and biting.
“Come on baby,” his voice was husky, the desire filling inside of him.
“I just got to finish cleaning, just wait baby.” You groaned, trying your best to ignore his touches.
“I am done waiting.” He stated, picking you up by your hips, throwing you over his shoulders.
He walks you two to your shared bedroom, slapping your ass on the way.
You are going to enjoy tonight. Guess surprises are fun.
Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Thirty - Tyler Owens x Reader
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Chapter Thirty - Outrunnin' Your Memory
By your third drink, you were feeling good, good enough to not notice Tyler go to the lead singer of the band on one of their breaks. He talked to Roy for a good five minutes and occasionally pointed your direction, but you were deep in conversation with Cale,b reminiscing about growing up.
Tyler walked back over with a shit-eating grin on his face, motioning for another drink from the bartender. You looked up at him with a smile that faded when you saw the look on his face.
“What did you do?” You asked, sucking on the straw in your glass of water.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, the smile not fading.
“That’s a lie, and I can see that all the way over here,” Caleb laughed.
You groaned and turned to the bar, the bartender just placing your drink on your coaster. As if the 15-minute break didn’t feel long enough, you heard the commotion of the band going back to their places.
“So, I heard from a young fellow here tonight that a local musician is back in her hometown tonight,” Roy said, adjusting his guitar on his chest.
“You didn’t, Tyler,” you whined, putting your face into your hands.
Roy cleared his throat and said, “Everyone, give a warm welcome to (Y/N) (L/N)!”
“I did,” Tyler smiled, kissing your head and nudging you towards the stage.
You sighed, got out of your seat, and walked to the stag,e not even giving Tyler a second glance.
The bass player handed you his microphone to use, giving you a smile and a slight nod. You did the same back while standing up next to Roy.
“Hello everyone, I hope you’re having a great night so far,” you said confidently, “Let’s just hope this doesn’t ruin it.”
The crowd laughed while Roy looked over at you.
“What are we singing tonight, lil lady?” He asked.
“Do you know outrunnin your memory by Luke Combs and Miranda Lambert?”
“Of course we do,” he said with a smile.
“You’d love this bar I stumbled on, they play George Strait, and they pour their doubles strong,” Roy sang, “I’ve been gone for two weeks not, there’s some missing you in every little town, ain't sure what I thought I’d find riding these yellow lines.”
“Outrunnin’ your memory is like outrunnin’ the wind, I can’t get where I’m going if I can’t leave where you’ve been,” the two of you harmonized, “I see you in every sunset, every star in the sky, I hear you callin’ my name in the middle of the night.”
“The longer gone I get on down the road, reminds me, baby, that there just ain’t no, out runnin’ your memory.”
“I’m by myself, but I’m not alone, ‘cause you’ve been right here in this truck since San Antone,” you sang, “I bet you’ll still be by my side, if I don’t break down ‘fore I make them LA lights, been a thousand miles headed west and it’s like I never left.”
“Outrunnin’ your memory is like outrunnin’ the wind, I can’t get where I’m going if I can’t leave where you’ve been,” you both sang, “I see you in every sunset, every star in the sky, I hear you callin’ my name in the middle of the night.”
“The longer gone I get down the road, reminds me, baby, that there just ain’t no,” you sang, “Outrunnin’ your memory.”
You both repeated the chorus, and the crowd cheered when you finished.
“(Y/N), I truly don’t think you ruined anyone’s night by joining us on stage,” Roy said, “Am I right, gang?”
The crowd cheered again, making you feel a rush of excitement inside. It had been years since the last time you not only had a microphone in your hand but also sang in front of a crowd. It was like it scratched an old itch that you didn’t realize itched anymore.
“Thank you, thank you,” you said, waving to everyone and handing the microphone back to the bass player on your way off the stage.
As you walked back to the bar, you could see Tyler beaming with happiness.
“You did amazing, baby,” he said, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead.
“Thanks, but next time give a girl a warning,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Dang (Y/n), it’s been quite a long time since I’ve heard you sing, and you haven’t changed a bit from when we were younger,” Caleb said, slightly punching your shoulder.
“Thanks, C,” you said, grabbing your drink and giving the straw a long sip.
“Now this song here is a special song to me, this was the first song I learned and performed back when I was a kid in my hometown of maybe a few hundred people at the county fair.” Roy said, adjusting his hat, “Believe it or not, I won first place at just 10 years old. This is riding with Private Malone.”
Roy started to strum the six strings and sang, “I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds, when an ad that said old Chevy somehow caught my eye; the lady didn’t know the year or even if it ran, but I had that thousand dollars in my hand.”
“Songs about service men always remind me of Jamie,” Caleb huffed, downing the rest of his beer bottle.
“Agreed. Usually end up crying myself,” you sighed, taking a sip from your drink.
“It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn, with 30 years of dust and dirt on that green Army tarp,” Roy sang, “And when I pulled the cover off, it took away my breath, what she called a Chevy was a 66 Corvette.”
“I can agree with both of you in a sense, I have a soft spot for anything military…or animals.”
“I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills. What a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel, I opened up a glove box, and that’s when I found the note,” Roy sang, “The date was 196,6 and this is what he wrote.”
“He said, my name is Private Andrew Malone, and if you’re reading this, then I didn’t make it home, but for every dream that’s shattered, another one comes true,” you sang along, “This car was once a dream of mine, now it belongs to you, and though you make take her and make her your own; you’ll always be riding with Private Malone.”
“I’m going to go water the flowers,” Caleb said while getting up, then heading towards the bathroom.
“What time were you thinking of getting out of here?” Tyler whispered in your ear, giving it a slight kiss.
Turning your wrist and looking at your watch displays the time 11:26 pm.
“I didn’t even realize how late it already was,” you laughed softly, “But I suppose here shortly we can take off. I think the band only plays until midnight or so. Caleb has always been somewhat of a night owl, especially when he has good company and cheap beer.”
“I mean, I can be, too. It helps when my company is a pretty woman, too,” he said, squeezing your side.
“Oh shut up,” you said, smacking his arm slightly and motioning to the bartender for the tab.
“All on one or separate?” The guy behind the bar asked.
“All on one,” Caleb said, coming up beside you and handing the guy a $100 bill.
You scoffed, “Caleb. You don’t have to pay for us.”
“Too late, just did,” he said with a wide grin, “It isn’t every day that you’re back in town and we have this much fun.”
“I guess, but next time is on me,” you sighed.
Caleb chuckled, “We’ll see about that.”
You rolled your eyes and leaned back in your chair. His comment made your wheels start to turn, though; it had been quite some time since you had been back to Salado, let alone much of Texas, if there wasn’t a tornado or something.
PLOTS IN PROGRESS — Hurricane Drunk, a Twisters Story. (Feat. Leah Berman)
“I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I am not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the Earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I’d lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock.
Annabelle Banks was everything the infamous Tyler Owens was not: she was introverted, fear ridden, and buried so deep within herself that she saw no way out. He was determined to show her that life was more than just routine, and the world seemed to glow brighter than ever before when she learns to let go with the help of a certain cowboy.
warnings- depictions of domestic violence, harassment, sexually explicit, drug and alcohol abuse, etc. minors dni!
