was originally labeled as a safe giveaway. A day where Tyler Owens and his crew would simply how you the ropes of tornado wrangling, a quick little ride around in the famous truck itself, and a shoutout to your social medias. At least, if you wanted that publicity.

Again, it was originally that.

But the moment Tyler saw your profile picture on the random picker wheel to choose a giveaway winner, he knew he had a favorite fan. He wasn’t a.. what the younger generation calls a “bop” in any manner, no sir. Sure, he had just gotten out of a relationship, but who ever died from a little fun? The man chased tornadoes for a living!

So now this was your third vlog with Tyler. He enjoyed you. You were slightly camera shy, but you weren’t afraid to get your hands muddy or anything. Well, as long as there are no bugs involved. He learned that from trying to get you to go get a bucket of.. mixed creatures. So much vomit.

Today was a simpler vlog, though, really. It wasn’t Tyler tornado chasing, or forcing you through the workouts he does to get ready for the straining activity. No, this was just fishing. You, him, and his crew went fishing. He could tell you needed a break from the tornado shit— on and off camera. Because of course he wouldn’t leave you alone off camera.

“C’mon, just put the bait on the damn hook.” He cooed softly, his hands guiding the little Tupperware towards you, wriggly creatures moving about.

He learnt his lesson and did it for you when you shrieked and he almost dropped it.

“Okay, okay.” He grumbled, holding the grip of the rod out to you. He guided it into your hands, shifting himself behind you as his arms boxed you in around your sides. He held your hands steady, his chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re ready to throw it too far yet,” he murmured softly, lifting your hands just slightly so the bait would go a decent distance away from the grassy area they had stationed themselves at.

“Havin’ fun?”