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hyruviandoctor · 1 year
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Me? Posting a fic? In this economy?
Really makes you think huh
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tylerjflynn-old · 1 year
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Heads Up Seven Up!
I was tagged by the lovely Kate @winglesswriter to share the last seven lines of my WIP! I don’t have a lot of moots here yet so I’ll tag them + few fandom buddies!
TW for blood mention and implications of abuse!
It takes a long time before he’s calm enough to clean. He cleans the blood off the tile floor first, then takes his shirt off to try and scrub the blood out of it. Running water doesn’t help, and neither does the lemon-scented handsoap that he tries scrubbing into it. 
Peter isn’t sure if he’s allowed to leave the bathroom, but he really wants to go to his room to hide. He waits until he hears the sounds of forks clinking against plates. He knows his mom is usually in a better mood after she eats. He decides it’s safe and slinks out of the bathroom up to his bedroom.
@wanderingcas @rauko-is-a-free-elf @careofjacks @darthnell @lucymason217 @alicethrutheburrows @jewishdeanwinchester 
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quotefeeling · 2 months
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Sometimes I forget that unsaid sentences do not mean unfelt emotions.
Tyler Knott Gregson
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givemebackmypills · 27 days
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perfectquote · 15 days
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What you are to me, I could not hope to explain, or ever repay.
Tyler Knott Gregson, Daily Haiku on Love
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thoughtkick · 16 days
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Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?
Tyler Knott Gregson
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average-riot · 6 months
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Piece I did for a fanfic I'm writing called Fire in Cairo <3 It's still not out but I'm jus so proud of this piece so I had to post it cuz gosh...
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sofia-falcon · 29 days
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Especially when the CGI looks like this
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Credit to @feelsforsterek
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Obsessed - Tyler Galpin x Reader
A/N: First time writing for Tyler oganrignoerpg
Summary: You belong to Tyler. You just don't know it yet.
TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, p in v sex, stalking, obsessive behavior, mildly dubious consent (explicit consent is given soon after), overstimulation, choking, voyeurism
Word Count: 2,303 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Tyler always knew fucking with Xavier Thorpe was going to bite him in his ass. He didn’t know why, but he simply knew. He just didn’t know how or when it would happen.
And then you came into his life.
When you started attending Nevermore and ventured into Tyler’s coffee shop for the first time, he was stunned. Someone like you goes to Nevermore? You practically radiate sunshine. He thinks that, if it were physically possible, flowers would start blooming wherever your feet would touch the ground.
When you walk in and the bell chimes at Weathervane, he doesn’t look up at first. But then, when you approach the counter and he smells your scent, his mouth waters. He looks up and stares at you unapologetically, considering your eyes are focused on the menu and not him at the moment.
You are backlit by the afternoon sun and you look like a goddess to him. Your hair, your eyes, your skin… He wishes you weren’t wearing that stupid uniform because, God, he wishes he could see the rest of you. He just knows you would be better than anything he could dream up.
He’s a man obsessed the moment you smile at him and open your mouth to place your order.
You glance down at his name tag, committing his name to memory, before you meet his gaze again, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you smile, “Hi, Tyler! How are you today?”
His jaw drops slightly at how nice his name sounds coming from your lips and how much he wants to hear you scream it; he’s silent for a minute too long, but you just wait and smile pleasantly until he manages to stutter out, “I-I’m doing pretty well. Can’t complain,” he pauses, “What’s your name?”
“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s really nice to meet you,” you reply, extending your hand for him to shake, surprising him, “I just started at Nevermore, so I’ll probably be seeing you around a lot. Hope you don’t get too sick of me!”
How could he ever get sick of you? You’re everything he’s ever wanted.
And then, everything comes crashing down when Xavier fucking Thorpe walks in. He gives Tyler a dirty look and turns to you. He says he’ll take you somewhere else, that the service at this place is terrible, while giving Tyler a sharp glare. You shake your head and tell him you’ll only be a second.
You ask Tyler what he recommends, smiling at him again. He feels his chest puff out with pride as you listen intently and end up ordering what he suggests. When you pull out your money to pay, he places his hand over yours and shakes his head.
“It’s on the house.”
You thank him and move to leave a generous tip in the tip jar, “Thank you, Tyler. See you next time!”
Xavier all but drags you out of the store, and Tyler knows he’s probably telling you about their history.
But what really bothers him is the way Xavier looks at you. Like you’re his.
Because you’re not.
You belong to Tyler. You just don’t know it yet.
Wednesday is the next customer in line. She stares at Tyler with her usual deadpan expression.
“He likes her. They aren’t dating, though.”
“W-what?” Tyler asks, not even looking at her, still staring at your retreating form.
“If you can’t be bothered to listen to me the first time, I won’t bother to repeat myself.”
She snatches her coffee from Tyler and goes off the way you did.
Tyler knows he’s not a good guy. He’s done horrible things to people who probably didn’t deserve it. And he’s enjoyed doing it. But it’s not his fault, is it? Doesn’t he deserve something good in his shitty life?
Doesn’t he deserve you?
He uses his newly realized Hyde abilities to keep tabs on you, for your own protection of course. He watches you in your dorm. Bianca is your roommate and often he thinks that he may just kill her if she doesn’t glaring at you the way she does.
How can she dislike you? You’re perfect. And then he realizes.
She dislikes you because Xavier constantly trails after you like a lost puppy. Wednesday tells him that you and Xavier are childhood friends and that’s how you know each other. That you’re a psychic but went to normie school all this time.
He stalks your social media presence. He learns everything about you. Your favorite bands, your favorite foods, your favorite color. And everything he finds out simply serves to fuel his obsession.
It all comes to a head when Xavier asks you to go to the Rave’N dance with him, Tyler almost blows a gasket. When you show up that day, all smiles and with Xavier beside you, it takes everything in him not to just murder Xavier right there. Especially when he looks at him with that smug smile.
“You kids have fun,” Tyler smiles awkwardly.
You smile back at him, “Maybe I’ll see you there? Wednesday doesn’t have a date!”
Wednesday gives you a dirty glare, but Tyler jumps on the opportunity to be near you.
When you and Xavier leave, Wednesday stares him down, “Your attempts to flirt with my friend are pathetic and I pity you,” she pauses, “But, I am mildly interested in seeing you make a fool of yourself in front of the entire school, so be at my dorm at 8,” she gives him one last look, “She says you look nice in blue. Work that in somehow.”
So, he shows up at Nevermore in his white suit and a pale blue shirt. Tonight’s going to be the night, he decides. He’s not waiting another damn minute.
When the townies pull their stupid prank and Wednesday runs off after Eugene, he sees the perfect opportunity. He grabs you by the hand while you frantically search for Xavier, who lost you in the crowd.
“I’ll get you to your dorm, Y/N.”
You throw your arms around his neck and thank him, “I’ve fallen in this stuff ten times!”
He laughs at how cute you sound when you’re annoyed. The two of you make it up to your dorm. He asks if he can come inside. You shrug and agree, not seeing any harm in it.
You tell him you’ll be right back, that you want to wash the paint off of you before it sets in your hair.
And so he waits. Patiently. He sits on your bed and imagines what you probably look like right now, all that water pouring down on your naked body.
When you walk back in, you’re wearing a baggy tee shirt, your favorite to sleep in.
Xavier’s shirt.
Tyler growls and stalks over to you, pushing you against the door, “No, you know what? Fuck this.”
And he slams his mouth on yours. Your eyes widen in surprise as you try to push him off of you. When he finally pulls back, you stare up at him in confusion.
“Tyler, I don’t understand-”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N,” he snaps at you, “You know I want you.”
“You what?”
He grins down at you, caging you in against the door, “And I know you want me and not that freak Xavier.”
You glare up at him and he finds it kind of adorable, like an angry little kitten fighting a lion, “He’s not a freak! He’s my friend!”
You move your hand to slap Tyler, to try to get away from him, but he just pins both your hands against the door, “Say you don’t want me.”
“I,” you pause, staring up at him, “I-” 
“Yeah, you hate lying, don’t you? So you can’t say it,” he leans down, his breath mingling with yours, “Tell me the truth, Y/N.”
“I want you.”
And he presses his lips to yours again. He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, making your mouth open for him and allow him to massage his tongue against yours. He moves his hands to wrap your arms around his neck.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demands, “I’m going to fuck you against this door and this entire fucking school is going to know who you belong to.”
You do as he says, unaware that Xavier is about to knock on your door, to make sure you’re okay after all the craziness of the night.
But Tyler knows. That’s why he’s not having you on your bed.
His face and body are still stained with red paint, looking more like blood than anything.
“Say my name, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Tyler.”
He knows Xavier must be burning up inside right now. He discreetly unlocks your door and pulls you by the hand away from it.
“Take that asshole’s shirt off.”
You move your hands shakily to lift it over your head. Apparently, you take a little too long for Tyler’s taste, because he lets out a low growl, stalks over to you, and rips it open, surprising you.
“Tyler, what the hell?”
He hears the door open and before you can notice anything, he grabs you by the back of the head and is kissing you again.
“No underwear?” Tyler grins at you, “Baby, you knew I was here waiting for you. Did you do this for me?”
You nod your head, looking at him, completely bared to him, “I didn’t know you wanted me. But I wanted you from the moment I saw you, Tyler.”
His eyes light up and his smile widens, “You got me, baby. And I got you.”
You tug at his shirt, “I can’t be the only one naked here, Ty, it’s not fair.”
He audibly groans at the nickname, seeing Xavier peering through a crack in the door from the corner of his eye, “Okay, baby, one second.”
He ditches his jacket with your help, followed by his pants and shirt, and finally his boxers. You smile at him cheekily, seeing the pre cum dripping from the tip of his cock.
“Someone’s eager.”
“Oh yeah?” Tyler asks, pushing you down on the bed to lie down on top of you, “What about you?”
He trails his fingers down to your pussy, to find that you wet and desperate for him.
He swipes one finger against you, grinning as he repeats your words, “Someone’s eager.”
“Ty, please,” you plead, looking in his eyes, “I’m ready, just fuck me.”
He nods, “Lie back, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
He can practically hear the steam coming out of Xavier’s ears as he slides into you and you moan his name so loud it sounds like a porn vide.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, “Squeezing around me like that, fuck.”
“Tyler,” you beg, “Please?”
He starts to thrust into you slowly, taking both of your hands in his and wrapping them around his neck again, “Gonna fucking wreck you, baby.”
“Then do it.”
He growls lowly and starts jackhammering his hips against yours at a breakneck pace, surprising you. All you can do is stare at him with an open mouth. He keeps his eyes on you, scolding you when you try to turn your face away.
“No, I wanna see you.”
Each thrust is harsher than the last and all you can hear is his skin slapping against yours. Each time he pushes into you, you have to stop yourself from screaming his name at how well he stretches you out, how good he feels inside you.
He leans toward you and kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at you to leave a trail of bruises you know you’ll have to cover up in the morning.
“Put your hands in my hair, baby.”
You do as he says and he groans when you give his curls a little tug. Your hands slide down the expanse of his back, leaving an assortment of scratches in their wake. He smirks at you.
“Now we’ve marked each other.”
You feel yourself reaching your peak and when you do, you scream out his name as he gives you an earth-shattering orgasm, your pussy squeezing around him impossibly tight. But he keeps fucking you, surprising you.
He gets off of you, but for less than a second before he’s flipping you over and pushing into you again, hitting you at an even deeper angle than before.
“Ty, it’s too much,” you cry out, “Oh my God, fuck fuck fuck,” he moves to stop, but you quickly add, “I didn’t mean stop!”
He continues fucking you through another orgasm, and then a third. You are sobbing under him, telling him the pleasure is too much, but you protest and pull him back the minute he tries to move away.
“You gotta tell me if you want me to keep going baby,” he turns toward the doorway where he knows Xavier still waits, “Tell me you want me to keep destroying your tight little pussy.”
You mumble something, but he lifts you up by the neck, squeezing your throat slightly, “Louder.”
“Fucking destroy me.”
He laughs and continues pounding into you, keeping his hand on your neck, loving the feeling of your wet pussy and the obscene sound when he pushes into you over and over.
Finally, after you come for the fourth time, he pulls out of you, thick ropes of cum landing all over your back and ass. He smiles to himself at the sight.
“Pretty as a painting, huh, Thorpe?”
You shoot up in bed and turn to see Tyler opening the door to reveal Xavier, standing there, his dick in his hand as he stares at you, simultaneously embarrassed and aroused.
“X?”
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camellcat · 6 months
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lose my mind every time the doctor takes rose's last name in fics. brilliant, amazing, splendid, absolutely perfect.
like, what do you MEAN she'd be the one to change her last name? he doesn't even HAVE a bloody name like us! plus, she's rose tyler. you think he's going to want that to be different? it's the doctor and rose tyler in the tardis (or I suppose whatever they do in pete's world, but that's still the doctor and rose tyler having their new adventure)!!
she's rose tyler and he is whatever-he-wants tyler. end of discussion. the whole pond diabolical should've been clue enough imo
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hyruviandoctor · 2 years
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Might fuck around and write more of Soft Petals
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tylerjflynn-old · 1 year
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buckle the fuckle up I’m writing another emotional wringer
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quotefeeling · 4 months
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Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?
Tyler Knott Gregson
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PLEASEEEEEEEE THEY ARE SO RIDICULOUS!!!!!
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perfectquote · 14 days
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Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?
Tyler Knott Gregson
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thoughtkick · 9 months
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Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.
Tyler Kent White
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