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lustkillers · 8 months

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BON APPÉTIT, BABY !

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - having someone complain about his food was the tip of the iceberg, thank god you're there, right?

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ you guessed it, nsfw!! dom!tyler, sub!reader. unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, praising, bondage, choking?? hair-pulling, overstimulation, orgasm delay, crying, freaky deaky stuff!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - tyler x fem!reader.

⊹₊ ⋆ note - RAURF ARF ARF ARF ARF RAUHFDOAH WOOF WOOF WOOF!!! YES CHEF YES CHEF!!! this has been sitting in my drafts forever, so here u go!! i also wanna start writing for him more, someone please request more of tyler!!!!

WAS it him? No one really complained about his cooking, everything he heard from people's mouths were praise for his delicious food.

Maybe today wasn't his day, as many people sent back their food. He watched as the plates were returned to him, the food untouched and barely eaten. This has never happened before.

As the day went on, he kept getting more unhappy looks from the customers and heard more murmurings about his food being bad. He was starting to become discouraged, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt.

As his shift ended, he clocked out with concealed rage. He walked to his car and slammed the door shut as he got in. He pulled out his phone, his homescreen shining bright right in front of his eyes.

It was a photo of you attempting to cook something, with a pot in front of you and an apron slightly too big for you. You were making some kind of sauce, smiling wide as the camera clicked.

He put his phone away, his hands gripping on the wheel as he went home. He couldn't help but recall all the times you two had spent in the kitchen, cooking together. Suddenly, he was feeling a lot better - like maybe things weren't as bad as it seemed.

You hummed as you waited for Tyler to come back home, the aroma of the dinner you were preparing lingering in the air. When he arrived, you hugged him tight and welcomed him with a warm smile.

He didn't respond, his hands cupping your face as he brought you into a kiss. It was feverish, desperate. You were taken aback for a moment, but it felt so right.

You pulled away, knowing that something was up. "What's up, Ty?" You asked, eyebrows raised in concern.

He paused for a few seconds before he replied, "Just people complaining," he muttered. "'Don't care, jus' need you." His lips connected to yours again.

His hands traveled to your waist, dangerously low. You felt yourself pushing against him and you both fell back onto the couch. His hands explored your body, pushing through fabric and barriers. The heat between you both was palpable as his lips trailed down your neck.

You gasped out at the feeling, now eyeing the food on the table. "T-Ty... The food...!" you stuttered, not sure if you wanted to stop him.

He pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes full of lust and longing. "We can eat later," he said as his hands roughly pulled at your clothes. You felt the heat scorching through you as he embodied everything you had ever wanted.

Your clothes were all off, leaving you exposed. He looked you up and down before kissing every inch of your body, making you moan with pleasure. You felt yourself arching into him, wanting more and feeling the sensations course through your veins.

He pulled away from your body, his hands going to untie his signature blue bandana. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt yourself trembling - you knew where this was going.

The blue bandana was now tied around your wrists tightly, binding them together. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his hands exploring your body as you felt yourself losing control. You were now completely at his mercy.

He took off his shirt, then fumbling with his pants. You heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and you felt your heart pounding in anticipation, your thighs squeezing together.

His hand opened your legs once again, leaning towards you for a kiss, his hands traveling up your pussy as he did. You almost cried out in pleasure, feeling electricity travel through your body. He smirked as he saw you quiver, knowing the effect he had on you.

You could only arch your back at the feeling, your hands growing tired of being binded together. He could feel your need for freedom, but he wasn't done with you yet.

His fingers enter your wet insides, lewd noises filling the air. They went at a hard, fast pace, the feeling making you want to close your legs, but his thigh kept your legs open.

He moved his finger faster and faster, increasing the pleasure and passion he was eliciting from within you. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge of climax, crying out; "C-Cumming!! M'gonna cum!!" You exclaimed.

He smirked, now removing his fingers from your pussy. "No, not yet," he said with a wicked grin on his face, which made you whine out. You wanted to cum so badly, going crazy from the pleasure.

He then untied the bandana from your wrists, now flipping you over, your ass up. He then pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing himself in. Your breath hitched as you felt him filling your insides with each thrust, the pleasure intensifying with each motion.

The bandana found itself around your throat, his hands holding on the two ends as he endlessly pounded into you. "Yeah, take it like a good girl..." He rasped out, his thrusts picking up pace.

You only let out strangled moans, the pleasure now too overwhelming. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your eyes rolling in ecstasy. "T-Ty... Please!"

His eyebrow cocked, "Please what? Beg for it, sweetheart," he said with a smirk, releasing the bandana from around your throat, his hand now gripping your hair.

You took in a deep breath, now looking up at him with lust-filled eyes; "Please, please, please! Lemme cum!" You rasped out.

He only smiled, the pleasure of your pleas evident in his face. He grabbed onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back, each thrust now sending you closer and closer to the edge. You didn't care anymore, crying out as you came undone.

Tyler wasn't done though, his hips rutting into your puffed out pussy. The sensation overwhelmed your senses, tears slipping out your eyes. You held onto his biceps, your face contorting with pleasure.

"S-Shit, Ty! S'too much! C-Cumming!" Your legs shook once again, clenching down on his cock. Your sweat beading off your forehead as you cried out once again in pleasure, your eyes blissed out.

Tyler growled out, now thrusting into you roughly. You could feel him getting close too, "F-Fuck..." His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing shallow. He finally spilled himself into you, holding onto your hips as he rode out the aftershocks.

His hips still rutted into your own as he groaned in pleasure; "That's it sweetheart... Take it all..." You felt both of your hearts beating, in sync.

He held onto you, your bodies sticky against each other from the sweat. He finally pulled out, exhaling deeply. However, you tried to crawl out his heavy arms, but to no use, failed.

"Hey," Tyler's voice was thick with emotion, "Where are you going?". You froze in his arms, not sure what to say. He kissed your shoulder softly. "I'm not letting you go that easily." He said, tightening his grip.

"The food, Ty. It's probably cold now..." You whispered, feeling slightly disappointed that all your hard-work was now cold.

He hummed, looking at the food and then back at you. "Thought all of this was dinner?" He smirked, corny.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer. He chuckled lightly, releasing you from his grip and leaned in to give you a peck on the lips. "Let's eat, again." He said.

God you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.

#rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #the expecting #tyler x reader #tyler the expecting #rory culkin smut #i need him so bad #smut

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Beauty And The Beast

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader

Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.

Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.

Word Count: 1.0k

You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.

You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?

When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.

You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.

But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”

“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”

“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”

From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.

Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.

The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?

“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.

Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.

“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”

“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.

You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.

“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"

“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?

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nimmie-nugget · 4 days

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Hello :3

Can I request?

Logan x reader but the reader is good at martial arts and protects logan? :3‼️

It can be taekwondo, or hapkido or anything u can choose :3‼️‼️

(I love ur stories abt sbg sm bro skdkkwkdk)

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Note#1: Anonnnnnnn🥺👉👈 M’SO HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY(unless u requested to the wrong person😭🫶) recently just started writing abt em😼💪 Ego go boom boom, just don’t remind me of the Aiden fic I wrote💀🫶🫶—Enjoy!

Note#2: I LOVE LOGAN PLSSSS, I WANT SOMEONE SMART AND KIND IFHHHHHHHJEHDHSNDJ

Note#3: I didn’t really specify the fighting style or anything so you can just leave that part up to the imagination :3

Upcoming: Ben Clark X Bullied Gyaru!Reader.

Warning: I apologize prior for any Grammer, Spelling+etc errors. Cringe?? Logan may be OOC >:(

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Logan would honestly love you so much!! You’re genuinely the first person who hung out with him!! Eventually leading to a romantic relationship!!

“[N/N], is it alright if I watch?…I feel so entranced watching you practice.” He muttered to you, fiddling with his fingers as he blushed, looking down at his shoes, wanting an excuse to hang out for the time being.

Logan would have to call out on you to be careful when you pew pew around Mother Nature. He does hold some passion for it after all.

“[N/N]?…could you watch out for the bush please? I heard apples will grow on it soon and I’d really like some..!” He says, nervously smiling as he walked up to you and securely held your hand, enjoying the warmth and protection you give off.

Logan who’d always cheer for you silently when you go up against other people, even if you lose it doesn’t matter to him! He supports you no matter what.

“Nothing to be sad about, you tried your best right?” He reassured, wanting you to feel better about yourself and not think about the defeat. Grabbing your hand with tender and planting a soft, passionate kiss on your lips.

Logan just knew that he could always come to you if he ever felt uneasy!! Always came to you after dealing with Barron daily.

“Be careful?? Please? I don’t want you to get hurt..” He said with concern as he frowned, his hands holding onto your arm with immense grip, shaking.

Logan who’d always scold you and patch you up at the same time if you get injured.

“Please never do that again? You had me so worried!! Think about what your actions before you do it!!” He scolded with concern, dabbing ointment onto your wound with a cotton swab.

Logan who learned how to fight by observing you, wanting to protect you too but it’s always the other way around.

“Like this?” He questioned, looking to see your nod of approval as he practiced.

Logan when he first ever beat up Barron and the group, he ranted to you about it with a hint of anger remembering everything Barron had done.

“You can’t just go bullying others for no reason!! Ugh..” Logan said annoyed, quite out of character for him but you were definitely proud!!

Ruffling his hair as you planted a kiss on his forehead, by that he instantly calmed down and snuggled into you, looking at you as he blushed.

Logan knew that you’d go to Savannah if he ever told you about what happened.

“I know you are strong but…I don’t want you to get hurt.” He muttered to himself anxiously as he glanced at you with fondness.

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Lil Note: Hearts, Comments and Reblogs are Appreciated💙

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chrismcleanswife · 1 year

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Heya there writer!! <3

I was hoping for some good Alejandro headcanons?

Maybe when Owen broke the plane (ya know, when he opened the hole in the economical class) and Alejandro saving reader??

I truly like the concept of reader being Chris' 13 y/o niece and the fear she suddenly developed to the touch of other people so I'd love to see that reader in the ask! (That making the ask platonic ofc)! Maybe reader becoming comfy around Alejandro after that? Mhm, how does that sound? ^^

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 & 𝟏𝟑 𝐲/𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬' 𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝

♥☁ -> You were still scared of almost everyone.

♥☁ -> Since what happened with Duncan at tdi you weren't able to be at peace with anyone that wasn't your uncle (Chris), Chef and Trent.

♥☁ -> They were the only ones who made you feel safe.

♥☁ -> Anyways that didn't mean that you weren't nice and kind to others.

♥☁ -> So as soon as your uncle gave you permission, you were running towards the "economical class" part of the not-so-safe airplane you were in right now.

♥☁ -> You wanted to meet again with those chaotic teenagers with whom you spend almost 8 weeks in that TV show.

♥☁ -> Anyways, you were surprised when you saw a new member among the crew.

♥☁ -> He was... handsome looking, but you didn't trust him that much, Justin was a plain cheating asshole after all...

♥☁ -> Anyways, you got yourself into the room and waved at everyone happily, most of them screaming with excitement when they saw you again (since you didn't appear at season 2 at all).

♥☁ -> ❝May I ask who are you, señorita?❞ you heard the new boy say, you turned your head towards him and smiled sweetly at him, you didn't trust him yet but he seemed like a polite person so you thought It wouldn't hurt anybody If you returned that politeness.

♥☁ -> ❝My name's Y/N❞ you said with a little smile.

♥☁ -> The new boy looked like he was about to talk again so you were quick to add ❝Y/N McLean❞ you finally said with a proud smile.

♥☁ -> the boy's smile changed into a surprised expression ❝Wait what-? Chris has a daughter?❞ he asked to the air as a reaction to the sudden confusion.

♥☁ -> ❝Nope! She is his niece! Isn't she adorable????❞ squealed Izzy from her seat, looking at you with a smile which you gladly returned.

♥☁ -> ❝Well, he then is lucky to have her❞ said the boy, getting up from his position and walking your way.

♥☁ -> ❝My name's Alejandro❞ he said, holding his hand out for you to take, gesture that made you flinch violently and take a few steps back as a reflex ❝Woah! tranquila pequeña, I have 0 intentions to hurt you❞ he said, quickly taking his hand back as a way to not scare you more.

♥☁ -> ❝Don't blame yourself boy, blame Duncan❞ Noah said without even bothering to lift his eyes from the book.

♥☁ -> You assumed it was time for an explanation and so you walked to talk with DJ, LeShawna and Lindsay, three of your favourite "campers" now turned into "passengers"

♥☁ -> ❝What did he do?❞ asked Alejandro, taking a seat next to Noah, wanting to get comfortable for the answers.

♥☁ -> ❝Mhm... let's say he threw her across the dodgeball court and made her scared of everyone besides Trent, Chris and Chef❞ explained quite calmly the boy, looking with disinterest at the Spanish guy next to him.

♥☁ -> ❝hermano, that's messed up!❞ he exclaimed in a low tone while Noah just shrugged, marking the conversation as an ended interaction.

♥☁ -> ❝Did he truly do that?❞ murmured Alejandro, now turning his head to Bridgette, whom only nodded while she bit her lip to his response, still feeling kinda guilty of making you wake Duncan up.

♥☁ -> You were now talking with DJ about how you were now taking care of a cuddly cat that your uncle let you bring to the airplane and just when he was about to ask you to bring it to him so he could see it the airplane started to tremble.

♥☁ -> Your eyes went wide as your body trembled but stepped away quite abruptly when DJ tried to steady your body with his hands.

♥☁ -> When you turned your head right you saw how Owen was dancing, making the plane shake in a not-so-safe way.

♥☁ -> In a blink, a before "repaired" hole broke again, sucking everything on the plane, and you being the only person standing in the middle of the "room" were an easy victim.

♥☁ -> You screamed in panic as your body flew out of the plane, you barely being able to hold onto the outline of the hole, gaining a deep cut from the shiny metal in exchange.

♥☁ -> The tears started running down your face as your heartbeat overshadowed any posible noise, your hands hurting so much as you tried your best to stay attached to the outline of the hole, seeing your short life flashing before your eyes.

♥☁ -> ❝Take my hand, quick!!!❞ a male voice shouted and you opened your eyes to see Alejandro being held by half of the time while he was holding his hand out for you to take.

♥☁ -> You wasted no time in taking his hand in a strong grip, feeling the relief overcoming your body as soon as you felt him tug your body towards the inside of the airplane again.

♥☁ -> As soon as you were inside of the plane again you bursted into tears while holding onto dear life to Alejandro, quickly staining his T-Shirt with the blood from your injured hands.

♥☁ -> Alejandro engulfed you in a thight hug, letting you get his T-Shirt wet with your tears as he also tried his best to shoothe you.

♥☁ -> God, why would everything happen to you???

♥☁ -> Alejandro started slowly and steadily rocking his body back and forth, while you trembled within his arms.

♥☁ -> Everyone was worried sick about you, and Leshawna was scolding Owen for having such a shitty idea.

♥☁ -> After a pair of minutes, when your sobs became much more muffled and the grip you had on the Spanish boy became less thight Alejandro separated your still slightly shaking body from his and asked to the air if someone had band aids.

♥☁ -> Harold was quick to lift his hand in the air.

♥☁ -> He lent Alejandro a pair of Ninja-Themed band aids and the boy carefully put them on the cuts you had on your palms, giving a kiss to each one after that.

♥☁ -> You giggled at his actions but when he was about to leave to go search for Chris next to DJ he felt how you griped his arm.

♥☁ -> He turned to you quite confused, but when he saw the desperate look on your eyes and how you tried to vocalise what you were trying to tell him he just hummed with a small smile and put his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

♥☁ -> His smile increased when he saw how relaxed you got when you were able to stay in contact with your savior.

♥☁ -> Alejandro was smiling sweetly on the outside while walking in search of Chris to tell him what happened, but in the inside he was grinning evily.

♥☁ -> You were a naive thing that needed shelter, and you were lucky that he truly liked you and didn't find you annoying (as he seems to find everyone in the plane, except Heather which he finds as a good competence), and now that you trusted him to the point of not flinching when he touched you he was going to use that as an advantadge.

♥☁ -> Of course he wouldn't dare to hurt your feelings or betray you because he has felt that at a similar age of yours and he doesn't want you to feel how he felt (or even worse), but he'll use your trust as a way to convince other of his "good intentions" and also use you as a way of making himself look like a dad and to cajole the girls so that he makes them believe they'll look as a great mother and that way make them fall even harder for him, and later use that to his advantage.

♥☁ -> Anyways, in the meanwhile it would not hurt him if he truly took care of you and let you stick around since you seem to like and trust him that much, maybe that way he can also manage to repair the injury that Duncan left that day so solely vivid in your heart...

#Total Drama #Total Drama x reader #Total Drama World Tour #Total Drama World Tour x reader #tdwt x reader #Alejandro x reader #tdwt Alejandro #tdwt Alejandro x reader #Chris' niece reader series #Chris McLean x reader #Owen x reader #Bridgette x reader #Gwen x reader #Tyler x reader

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kissmguts · 2 days

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can you write a tyler x female reader where reader's love language is gift giving?

OFC, DARLING.

author's note : this one's romantic but i'll prob write platonic one too because tyler is my comfort character hehe

concept : f!reader who’s love language is gift giving genre : fluff, hcs + drabble, romantic content : established relationship, mutual pining, you both met because of the sbg group, taylor mentions

⠀ › ⠀was more than surprised when you did it for the first time ⠀ › ⠀didn’t even know how to respond when you gave your first gift to him ⠀ › ⠀you could’ve sworn he had that small glitter in his eyes ⠀ › ⠀if you gave him a bracelet/necklace, he would wear it but hide it with his clothes (put the necklace under his shirt, bracelet under long sleeves, etc) ⠀ › ⠀in the phantom world, he would put so much sentimental value on the accessories you gave him as gifts. it gets him going. ⠀ › ⠀he’s the type to hoard all of it. ⠀ › ⠀at first, he kept it all in any area of his room that had space for it ⠀ › ⠀when your gifts started piling up, he got the idea of keeping all of them in one specific area ⠀ › ⠀when taylor found all your gifts, she prob brought it up to him like “have you ever thought of giving her a gift back?” ⠀ › ⠀he swears he has thought of it, he just doesn't know what to give. (he tried winning a plushie from that claw game at the arcade but he ended up raging and saying "this is rigged!") ⠀ › ⠀he was nervous about giving you gifts in front of others, so when you went out together alone; he gave you something i guess you could call.. adorable?

tyler held out a small box in his hands, one thing immediately went to your mind; a ring. "you got me something?" you smiled "we're a little too young for marriage but we can -"

you couldn't finish your statement when he quickly raised his voice a little bit "i'm not proposing!" tyler panicked, he took a deep breath and opened it, your lips slightly parted; gasping.

the look on your face and the stiffening of your body made tyler nervous so he immediately closed it and scratched his neck, "it's fine if you don't like it, it was taylor's idea anyway." you grabbed the box from him and opened it.

there was a heart pendant, you opened it and saw one half having tyler's picture and the other half having your part of the picture. it was the day you two met. you took a selfie with the whole group during the outing.

"i love it." you smiled. tyler had a surprised look on his face. "cool." tyler nodded "cool." you giggled.

⠀ › ⠀he dislikes being soft but he swears he would do anything for you

#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard x reader #sbg x reader #tyler x reader #tyler hernandez x reader #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#sbg tyler #tyler sbg #tyler hernandez sbg #sbg tyler hernandez #tyler hernandez

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hopeyblogs · 1 year

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hcs: would they spoil you? what would they spoil you with? ⇢Masterlist

Tyler: Flowers/handmade items

Yes he would. He'll handmade little trinkets even tiny jewelleries. He'll spoil you with tons of gifts, it could be some cash money, a matching bracelet he made himself, flowers during dates. If he wanted, he would. He always suprises you with gifts.

"Hi pretty! Come ere i have a surprise for you!" he pulls your hand entering his room.

"Close your eyes please" you followed his command and you feel something is being put on your wrist.

"Open!" He puts yours and his wrist together. A white beaded bracelet and a black bead on your wrist and on his was a black beaded bracelet with a white bead. It was adorable

"matching bracelets. do you like it?" he looks up at you

"Tyler. I love it" thanking him with a kiss <3

Rowan: notes/origamis/chocolates

He doesn't spoil you with gifts much but he definitely gives little cranes, hearts, butterflies origami, paper flowers, notes, a flower he find on the field and give it to you because "the flower is pretty. Reminded me of you" blushy and all. You keep all his notes in a box. He definitely writes letters to you, gives you his sweaters and jackets. He'll buy a bouquet of flowers, chocolate or maybe jewellery during special dates. You'll cherish every thing he gives you.

"Here y/n. It's not much i know but. Happy Anniversary" he holds out a bouquet of flowers and a white box.

"Oh Rowan, thank you so much. The flowers are my favourites. they're beautiful"

When you open the box, it contained a new sweater he bought for you, chocolates and a new perfume for you with tons of paper hearts in the box. So sweet <3

Ajax: you spoil him instead

He tries :') HE REALLY DO. HE'S JUST BROKE after spending it on getting high. But he'll dedicate himself to you. His insta feed is filled with you only, he posts you every second. You love him no matter what. You're the one who will spoil him, buying a new cologne, tons of beanie even shoes. He feels so guilty but you'll reassure him with a kiss. "Ajax! I got you new shoes! What do you think? These are the ones you liked"

"What? But you didn't have to. Thank you so so so much" his heart pounds with guilt.

"stop looking so guilty baby. come ere" you pull him into a seering kiss.

"i love you ok?" you say holding him close to you

He does spoil you during anniversaries, your birthday, special dates. He'll pay for everything when you go out on dates. He's so grateful for you <3

#draft dump #x reader #imagines #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax x reader #wednesday

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salamivx · 1 month

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Hi, how are you doing?

Can I please request Tyler (sbg) X tall male (if you don't write male gn is fine) reader where Tyler's having trouble sleeping because of the phantom stuff so reader stays up with him and they just chat about random stuff yknow

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Tyler Hernandez x Gn! Reader

warning. short.

(Not proofread)

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I knock three times on Tyler’s door, I could tell he was having trouble sleeping, he had heavy eye bags and had trouble focusing during class, he couldn’t even keep up with his team like he usually did.

“ Ty? You in there? ” The only response I got was groaning on the other side of the door, opening it I see tyler laying down on his bed scrolling through his phone, “ Hey you need some sleep. ” I sit on the side of his bed, he only mumbled in response but I couldn’t quite catch what he said.

“ Well what if I stay here with you until you fall asleep? You need the rest, you been falling back during class and couldn’t keep up with your team. ” I get under the covers as I took the phone out of his hand and put it on the table beside me, cuddling up to him, “ When you wake up I’ll be here. Ok? ”

He then flips himself towards me hugging my waist, “ You’ll be here when I wake up. ” “ Yes I will don’t worry. ” I pull him closer to my chest kissing his head as I watched his eyes close.

“ Goodnight Ty.

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#x reader #gender neutral reader #logan sbg #ashlyn sbg #aiden sbg #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#ben clark sbg #sbg taylor #sbg ben #sbg tyler #sbg spoilers #tyler hernandez #tyler x reader #tyler henandez x Reader #school bus graveyard

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rcsewcrld · 1 year

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hi, can I request a Tyler Galpin x Fem!reader (romantic)?

Basically, reader is in the hospital due to an attack from the Hyde (she doesn’t know Tyler is the Hyde). She wakes up to find Tyler has been with her the entire time and stuff, saying how he found her unconscious. He says sorry, and reader is like; “what are you sorry for?”, to which he just responds with “not being able to protect you” (but we both know that’s not what he’s sorry for exactly). The whole time, Tyler just seems really guilty and stuff, and that makes reader worried, but he waves it off as nothing and just tells her how he’s glad she’s okay. That’s it really, sort of angst + fluff ifykwim. No Hyde revelation (yet). Thank you!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 | t. galpin x f!reader pt. 1

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contents: angst, fluff, swearing, slight gore, other characters platonic x reader, more parts coming, kind of want to do a happy ending?

It was cold, dark and foggy in the forest the night that y/n had decided to take a walk. She felt like clearing her head as the past few weeks had been hectic. The girl felt at peace in the forest. She felt tranquilly alone, the leaves crunching beneath her feet, getting lost between the array of evergreen trees. The moonlight shone through the branches, highlighting the cracking bark.

y/n was thinking about her friends. How lucky she felt to have them. Xavier, Enid, Ajax… even Wednesday was her friend, having warmed up to y/n a few days ago, with slight persuasion from Enid, of course.

Snap.

y/n’s head swivelled at the sudden sound. After a few moments she shrugged it off as a natural occurrence.

Crunch.

y/n now knew she was certainly not alone. Her head whipped around frantically, goosebumps crawling up her arms and the hairs on her neck standing up. A low growl emitted from behind her. Slowly, as to not further encourage whatever beast she had come across, she pivoted on her heel. She could only hope that it wasn’t the famous ‘monster’ that had been killing outcasts and normies alike, left right and centre.

To her dismay, the creature she met eyes with was difficult not to meet eyes with. Wide eyes bulged out of either side of its head, pupils pinprick small. Claws sharp, teeth bared, the creature pounced at her and knocked her to the floor. It lingered above her for a moment or two, as if contemplating its next move. Then, y/n let out a blood-curdling screech as it raised its claw and brought it down on her, leaving a large gash on her stomach and ripping her uniform shirt. Her eyes widened as she looked down to see vermillion seeping into the once pure white fabric.

Before the creature could go any further with injuring her, its head turned, as if it had been called and it ran off frantically. y/n attempted to cry for help but couldn’t get a sound out. Eventually, her eyes gave up on her, breaths shortening and only heaving from her lungs. The last thing she remembered was a tall, human figure approaching her and repeating her name, before it all went black.

“Ty?” y/n attempted to sit up before she noticed the various tubes and machines that were connected to her. Oh, she remembered. Her boyfriend looked over to her in relief, “Oh my God, y/n, I’m so happy you’re awake, baby. I need to call a nurse.” He explained, pushing the button on the wall that would alert the staff. “Do you remember what happened?” He shuffled his chair impossibly closer to her hospital bed, his hand remaining in her limp one. She simply nodded in response, not having much energy to speak. The girl looked up at her boyfriend, meeting his eyes. When she looked into them, she noticed something. A strange look that only someone who had known him for a while would be able to identify as unusual. The couple’s moment was interrupted as a nurse came rushing into the room, the teens’ whipping around to meet her eyes.

“Oh, thank goodness. We thought something bad had happened. Are you alright, honey? We’ve bandaged you up and you seem stable so a day or two and you can head back to Nevermore.” She explained. y/n nodded again. “Why am I not in the Nevermore hospital?” She asked. The nurse sighed, “Legal reasons. Your parents wanted you in a place where the professionals are less likely to be witch doctors.” y/n nodded hesitantly. “Okay. Are my friends allowed to visit?” She attempted to sit up more, Tyler moving his hands to help her. The nurse nodded, “They’ll be able to now that you’re awake. I’ll make a call to Principal Weems so that she can inform them.” y/n smiled for the first time at the though of seeing her friends. The nurse left to make the call.

“Are you sure you’re okay, babe?” Tyler asked, positioning himself on the edge of his girlfriend’s bed. She nodded meekly, “I’m okay. Just a little worn down. Are you?” “Just tired. I stayed here the whole time.” “Who found me? How’d I get here?” “I found you when I was walking through the woods to clear my head. It was terrifying. I’m so sorry.” He bowed his head in what appeared to y/n as sadness but what was truly guilt.

“What’re you sorry for, babe?” She gently reached a hand up to cup his face. To his surprise, he leaned into her action of affection. He shrugged slightly, “I dunno. That I wasn’t with you. I could’ve saved you from whatever did this.” y/n shook her head frantically, “No, no, Ty. This isn’t your fault. You wouldn’t have been able to do anything to that… monster. The thing is I’m safe now. Ty, are you sure you’re okay? You look a little pale.” She raised her hand from his cheek to his forehead, inspecting his temperature.

“I’m fine. I was just worried. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” y/n couldn’t quite figure it out but she felt that something was off about her boyfriend. She felt that he was being sincere but that look in his eyes she had noticed earlier, before the nurse arrived was something she’d never seen in Tyler before. However, despite being unconscious for the past 12 hours, y/n had soon grown tired. Tyler noticed her drooping eyelids and gently helped her lay back down. Sweet, she thought. He tenderly stroked his hand over her face, shushing her to sleep and when she her body fell limp with fatigue, he placed a kiss on her forehead with a gentle hum.

Light snores rose from her slightly open mouth as he whispered something that no one else would ever hear, with an immorally bitten back smirk.

“You have no idea what’s coming.”

y/n sluggishly blinked open her eyes and absorbed her surroundings. The near excruciating bright white of the horizontally placed hospital lights above her head made waking up a more treacherous job than in already was with her injuries. She shuffled back on the bed, noticing that Tyler had left, most likely for a shift at the Weathervane or school. Her mouth was dry from sleep, glancing at the clock she noticed she’d slept for three hours. She scanned the table at her bedside, not a single glass of water in sight. With no other choice, she pressed the button for the nurse to come rushing through the door.

“Yes, dear?” The same nurse from earlier asked. “Could I get a glass of water, please?” “Why of course. Your friends are in the waiting room. Would you like me to send them in?” y/n immediately perked up and shuffled into a higher seated position. She bit back a huge grin and replied, “Yes, send them in.” She was gone for a few moments before seven of her friends adorning their Nevermore uniforms came barrelling through the door, followed by a monotone Wednesday who entered calmly and closed the door behind her.

“Y/n!” “You’re alive!” “Tell us everything.” “Are you okay?”

“Guys!” Xavier mediated, the rest of them shutting up. “I’m okay, guys.” She smiled up at them, fiddling with her fingers. Bianca took a seat at the foot of her bed, Yoko by her side, “Where’s that loser normie boyfriend of yours, then?” y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Bianca’s description of Tyler, “I think he had work. I don’t know, but he found me in the woods and stayed with me until I fell asleep a few hours ago. He must’ve left during my nap.” She explained.

“Hang on a sec… Tyler said he found you in the woods?” Ajax asked, leaning against the wall closest to her bed. y/n nodded. The group all shared looks and y/n noticed a sceptical, wide-eyed Wednesday. “Wednesday, I know you always look like you’ve seen a ghost, but… you look like you’ve seen about twenty!” y/n observed. Wednesday shrugged, “It’s nothing.” She deadpanned.

“What’s going on, guys?” y/n queried, worried. “The thing is, y/n, love, it was Xavier who found you in the woods. Not Tyler.” Enid confessed. y/n looked to Xavier in confusion. “I was leaving my art shed when I heard screaming not to far into the woods. Then I saw you on the floor, called an ambulance and they took you here.” y/n’s brow furrowed, “Why would Ty lie about that, though?” She brought a finger up to her lips and chewed on her nail in deep thought. Divina brought her hand up to y/n’s knee and stroked it comfortingly. “I’m sure he had a good reason.” Kent encouraged weakly. A million thoughts were running through y/n’s head at once.

Was Tyler cheating on her and wanted an alibi or something? Was it something deeper than that?

“I have to go.” Wednesday spoke out of nowhere. y/n nodded, thinking nothing of it. Wednesday was a strange girl and her mysterious disappearances during important moments were nothing new. As Wednesday exited the room, y/n noticed Bianca’s little sigh of relief. y/n understood why Bianca wasn’t keen on Wednesday. She showed up out of nowhere, showing her up in almost every class and stealing the attention of her ex-boyfriend who she still liked. It wasn’t something that happened everyday and it wasn’t the most pleasant experience after a heavy break up. Although Xavier and Bianca were broken up, they were still friendly with one another and could stand to be in the same room if it was for the sake of their friend.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Enid asked. y/n shrugged, “I guess. I wish I could get these stupid wires off of me, I just wanna go back to school. Back to normal.” “You will soon. Now all you can do is rest. Visiting hours are up in a minute, so we better go. Get well soon, the nurse said you’ll be back in school later tomorrow.” Yoko smiled as everyone got up to leave.

“Bye, y/n/n.” “Bye!”

a/n: tysm for this request, it was so fun to write! i’m defo gonna do a part two so if the original requester (or anyone else but the original requester would be great) has any ideas for pt. 2 that would be much appreciated! the angst is coming, i promiseee!!!!!! also, what do you guys think should be y/n’s reason for being in nevermore. i think i’m gonna go with her being telekinetic or psychic!

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atlabeth · 1 year

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enigma - tyler galpin

summary: you're the new girl at weathervane with a penchant for staying silent. tyler is the guy who's going to get to know you or die trying.

a/n: watched wednesday, thought tyler was hot, and now we're here. wrote this instead of my final paper due on sunday. help

wc: 3.6k

warning(s): short mention of death, some emotional damage but basically all fluff. no canon stuff just coffee shop, forced proximity hijinks

Tyler rubbed his eyes with one hand as he walked across the street, raising the other to thank the oncoming driver for letting him cross. It was still dark outside, so early that the sun hadn’t yet risen, and it was moments like these that he questioned why he decided to work at a coffee shop.

His paychecks said part-time employee, but the hours he worked suggested full-time. He closed last night, and yet here he was at the ass-crack of dawn opening.

Maybe it was time to start searching again, he thought absentmindedly, because this was beginning to wear on him.

But when he got to the door, there was a girl standing there, leaning against the wall with arms crossed and a distant gaze. Jeans and a rainbow striped tee, battered Converse—devastatingly attractive.

Tyler blinked. Cleared his throat, cleared his mind.

“Uh, we’re not open yet.” Your attention snapped to him and he jerked his thumb at the sign hanging behind the glass doors. “But we open in thirty minutes—you can hang out here until then if you want?”

“I’m not a customer,” you said, and you pulled something out of your pocket. A nametag, one that matched his own. Oh. “Today’s my first day. Thought I would get an early start.”

Tyler frowned. “Peyton didn’t say anything about new employees.”

You shrugged as you tucked it back into your pocket. “Guess she forgot. I signed my contract last week, so I work here.”

“...Okay,” he said slowly. It wasn’t worth fighting over, and there were most definitely worse things than pulling the opening shift with a girl that looked like you. “Welcome to the Weathervane crew, I guess.”

He unlocked the door and held it open for you, then walked in after you. “Are you new to Jericho? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here.”

“You could say that.” You walked together into the backroom where you set your bag down, grabbing an apron from one of the hooks as you tied it around your waist. Tyler expected you to elaborate, but instead you just walked back into the cafe.

“Not much for conversation, are you?” he asked dryly as he followed you, and he tied his own apron on before adjusting his nametag.

“I’m here to get a paycheck,” you said, “not get to know you.” You looked at him. “Tell me what to do so we can get this place opened.”

He paused. “Are you a Nevermore kid?”

You frowned. “The hell is Nevermore?”

“You really are new here,” he marveled.

“What, did you not believe me?” One side of your mouth quirked up in a little half-smile, and he found himself unable to look away for the short moment it lasted. “Seems like a weird thing to lie about.”

Tyler shrugged. “Jericho can be a weird place.”

“Yeah,” you said, “really weird. I heard that the baristas take really long to open in the morning.”

Tyler just shook his head with a small chuckle. “Fine. You start cleaning the front, I’ll get the machines ready. Then we’ll get everything ready together.”

You nodded, grabbed a broom from the back, and got to work.

Well, he thought wryly, at least they would be productive today.

You were there the next morning as he walked over, in the same spot leaning against the wall. This time, though, you sported leggings, a black tee, and a letterman. The same beat-up Converse, he noticed.

Tyler raised his eyebrows as he gestured at your jacket. “You play anything?”

“No,” you said. Once again, you didn’t elaborate.

He sighed. He could deal with it a little better this time—a wonder what adequate sleep could do for him.

“Y’know, you don’t have to wait for me to get here every time you open,” he said, and once again he held the door open for you after he’d unlocked it. You filed inside, and he followed. “I’m not always this punctual.”

“I don’t have a key,” you said.

“Oh.” He frowned. “Uh, I can get you a spare. We keep them in the backroom—Peyton’ll be fine with it. She probably just forgot to give you one.”

You nodded, and that was that.

Tyler didn’t see you for two weeks after that, all your shifts scheduled at different times or on each other’s off days. He didn’t make a habit of going into the Weathervane on his days off, not wanting to get more tired than he already was of the place that gave him half his livelihood.

The next time he did, actually, was at the end of his morning shift. He raised his eyebrows as he saw you come in—cardigan, jeans, Converse—and couldn’t help the small smile.

“Business or pleasure?” he asked as you walked in.

“Business,” you said. “I’m the one filling your shift.”

“Ah.” Tyler tapped his fingers against the counter and started undoing his apron, his eyes following you as you walked around and into the backroom. “Y’know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Are you avoiding me?”

You frowned. “I barely know you.”

“It was—” he chuckled awkwardly— “it was a joke. I know you’re not avoiding me.”

And once again, you let him flounder in the silence.

“But, uh,” he tried again, “the reason you barely know me is because you don’t talk at all. I know you can make coffee and you like Converse, but that’s all.”

You glanced down at your shoes for a moment, as if surprised he even noticed, then your brow furrowed. “I told you, Tyler, this is a job. I’m here for a paycheck. We don’t need to be friends.”

“Yeah, but I always try to make friends with my coworkers.” He offered a slight smile and shrugged. “It makes it a lot nicer.”

You looked at him for a good, long moment before you turned around and went back into the cafe.

Tyler blew out a loose sigh. Strike two, he thought dryly.

But you said his name. And right now, that was as close to a win as he was going to get.

The next time you ended up taking over his shift, you just walked in, put on your apron, clocked in, and got to work. Zero acknowledgement, zero conversation.

Tyler sighed. He needed to start a count of how many times he did it while he worked with you.

And that was how your shifts together went for a month.

A month. A whole thirty days of barely any talking to his coworker during half of his shifts.

You— you weren’t mean. You did your job well, you were pretty damn good at making coffee, and you were pleasant enough to all the customers. Your silence didn’t hinder his work either—you communicated when you had to, just nothing above work conversation.

Tyler knew that because he had tried to start a normal conversation up more times than he could count. Each and every time you either shut it down or just left him to flounder in silence.

Silent or not, though, you were a good worker, and that put you above most of the baristas he’d worked with in the past. He didn’t have any rational right to complain.

So Tyler didn’t know why he had a growing urge to talk to you, to get to know you. There was just something about you he couldn’t shake, something about you that demanded his attention. Maybe it was just the mystery of it all—he had always liked the chase.

You were an enigma. And it was driving him crazy.

“Tyler!”

Your voice calling his name snapped him out of his haze, and he blinked a few times before he turned around. You were closing together tonight, meaning he had another one of your signature silent nights to look forward to. He was cleaning up the front and you were organizing a bunch of equipment in one of the closets. But you’d only actually said his name twice before, so this meant something.

“Yeah?” he responded, glancing away from the table he was cleaning.

“Where’s the stepladder? I need to put something on the top shelf.”

“I’ll get it,” he said, and he set the towel on the table before he went over to their utility closet.

“Thanks,” you said as he placed it down, and you climbed up to the top with one hand around a coffee maker.

“Wow,” Tyler said as he watched, “you actually thanked me for something. That’s a first.”

Instead of a snarky response, or sarcasm, or literally anything that anyone else would give, you just said nothing. And he sighed, as he usually did in your presence.

“What are you putting that away for?”

“It broke,” you said. “You can talk to Peyton about getting a new one.”

“Why me?” he frowned.

“She knows you more,” you said, “and she likes you more.”

“If you actually talked to people, they would get the chance to like you more.”

You rolled your eyes as you climbed down the ladder, but as you reached the bottom the door slammed shut. You scoffed, but Tyler had a different reaction. His eyes widened, and he immediately started patting down his pockets.

“There’s gotta be a draft in this cafe or something,” you muttered as you walked over to the door and twisted the doorknob. Nothing happened.

“It won’t open,” Tyler said, a bit of panic rising in his voice as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Front and back, but still nothing. “That— that door locks automatically when it closes.”

You whirled around, your eyes wide as his. “What?”

“It locks on its own,” he said, his voice strained, “and the key’s in the breakroom.”

You shook your head and moved away from the door. “Do you have your phone? You can call someone to get us out of here.”

“My phone’s in my jacket,” he mumbled. “I’m guessing that means you don’t have yours?”

Your hands clenched into fists for a moment before you shook your head. “I just had to wear pants without pockets today.”

You moved back over to the door and tried the handle again, but still, nothing happened. And again, and again, and—

“It’s not going to open on the tenth time you try,” Tyler interrupted.

“If it doesn’t open,” you said, annoyed, “then that means we’re stuck in here. And I am not going to be stuck in here.”

Tyler tossed up his hands as he leaned against the wall. “Well, it looks like we are. Perfect way to end the night.”

You tried the door one more time, for good measure, he guessed, and then hit your fist against it hard when it didn’t work. “Who designs a door like this?” you exclaimed in frustration.

“Whoever built this place,” he said.

Then, maybe just for emphasis, you rammed your foot against the door.

“And still, nothing happened,” Tyler said.

“I don’t need your sarcasm right now,” you snapped.

“At least I’m giving something!” he exclaimed. “If my coworker was a piece of cardboard instead of you, I literally wouldn’t notice a difference. You’re wooden.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t have riveting conversation for you at my second job,” you grumbled.

“You have two jobs?”

“This place doesn’t have the greatest pay,” you said dryly.

“And in two minutes locked in a closet, I’ve learned more about you than I have in a whole month of working with you.” Tyler shook his head. “I just don’t get it.”

“There’s nothing to get,” you said. “I don’t care about small talk.”

“It’s not just small talk,” he said. “You don’t do any kind of talk.”

“And why does that bother you so much?”

“Because I want to get to know you!” Tyler exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Is that so hard to believe that someone wants to be your friend?”

You stared at him with your brows knit. “Why do you want to be my friend?”

“Because you’re my coworker?” he said, and he counted it off on his fingers. “Because you’re someone I see a lot, because I want to get to know you, because there’s something about you that I want to figure out. Is that enough reasons for you?”

You scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”

Tyler just shook his head and huffed an incredulous laugh. “Oh my god. This is going to be the longest night of my life.”

It had been an hour since your little tiff.

You were sat on the floor, your knees pulled up to your chest and your arms crossed as usual, staring at nothing as usual.

Tyler was leaning against one of the shelves, a bag of flour in his hands as he read the back of it. He’d already been through a bag of cocoa powder, baking soda, and powdered sugar.

He didn’t know how he was going to make it through to the morning shift’s rescue.

“I live on Beechwood Lane,” you said suddenly.

Tyler blinked, wondering if he heard correctly. Were you actually the one to break the silence?

“What?”

“You said you wanted to get to know me,” you said, flourishing with one of your hands. “There you go.”

“That’s not getting to know you,” Tyler said. “That’s— that’s the most basic thing you could’ve told me. Tons of people live on Beechwood.”

“What do you want then?” you said, obviously frustrated.

“Anything,” he said. “Anything about you, that’s actually about you. Why are you in Jericho, for starters?”

Your lips twisted into a slight frown. “Family reasons.”

“That’s it?”

Your frown deepened as you looked up at him. “My grandmother lives here, and her health took a turn for the worse. I’m here to take care of her.”

“...Oh.” Tyler suddenly felt ashamed, pushing for an answer for something as personal as that. “I— I’m sorry.”

You shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m here so I don’t have to deal with any more sorrys in the future.”

“Is that why you have two jobs?” he asked.

“Part of the reason,” you said. “Medical bills are expensive. So is college.”

He raised his eyebrows. “College?”

“Gap year,” you said. “...My parents couldn’t afford to pay for it, so I’ve been saving up since my first job freshman year. And now that some of it’s going to my grandmother…”

“You have to make up the difference on your own,” Tyler said.

You nodded. “Might have to pick up a third if I’m lucky.”

“Geez,” he muttered. “I only have this job for some extra cash and to get away from my dad.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Your dad?”

“He’s the sheriff.” Tyler sighed. “He has all the time in the world for his job, but none for me. I figured I might as well make some money if I’m gonna be on my own all the time.”

“Smart.”

Tyler chucked. “I like to think so.”

“You asked about my letterman,” you said.

“You remember that?”

You shrugged. “It’s my dad’s. He played football in high school, and he gave it to me when I graduated. A way to remember him whenever he was deployed.”

“That’s sweet,” he said. “That’s… yeah. That’s nice.”

Tyler hesitated for a moment, then pushed himself up from the wall. He walked over and sat down next to you, and he took it as a win when you didn’t bristle or flinch or move away. He also took the breath exhaled through your nose as a laugh, and therefore as another win.

“What about the reason you don’t like talking to anyone?” Tyler asked. “Are we at that base yet?”

“I’m new here,” you said. “Been here for a few months, getting a lay of the land while I take care of my grandmother. But I’m either going to leave to go to college, when she gets better, or…” You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to be gone soon enough, therefore there’s no point in making friends. Especially with co-workers.”

He frowned as he looked at you. “That’s a sad way to look at things.”

“Why? I’m going to leave eventually, and if I make friends, I have to leave them too. It’s a clean break.”

“Yeah, but…” Tyler chuckled mirthlessly. “You don’t know how long you’re going to be here—that could mean months of just keeping to yourself, working every single day at your jobs and then working even more when you get home, and you don’t even have anyone else to talk to at the end of the day. That can’t be any easier.”

“I’ve been moving around all my life,” you said. “Military brat. I know that a clean break is always easier.”

Tyler was silent for a moment. He felt bad for you, that you had these self-imposed walls around you, so high that you wouldn’t let anyone through. But he knew you probably didn’t want his sympathy.

“How about one person?” he asked.

You glanced at him. “I’m assuming you want that role.”

Tyler shrugged. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a person in this town that I’ll eventually leave behind,” you said. “You’re nothing special.”

“Ouch,” he said with mock hurt. “Nothing special?”

You rolled your eyes, but he noticed the smallest smile on your lips. “Why are you so insistent on getting to know me?”

“Because I know what it’s like to not have anyone,” he said. “My mom died a while ago, and my dad hasn’t been the same since. He throws himself into his work, and that doesn’t leave him much time for father-son bonding.”

Your brows knit together. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is, right?” he said dryly. “I wasn’t in the greatest place for a while. All the friends I made were jerks, so I was a jerk. By the time I finally dropped them, I was basically alone. And that’s where I’ve been for the past year. Part-time barista, full time loner.”

Tyler looked at you again. “So that’s why I’m not just gonna let you go on with your clean break. No matter how infallible you act, I know that it hurts. Because it hurt me too.”

You looked at him for a good, long moment, your eyes unusually soft, before you held out your hand and said your full name.

“Tyler Galpin,” he said as he shook it, and he couldn’t help his smile. “Does this mean we’re friends now?”

“It means we’re still locked in a closet together for the night and I don’t feel like being on your bad side,” you said. Tyler just laughed.

“You’re something else.”

The rest of the night was… interesting.

The two of you talked more than you had during any of your shifts.

You told him about all the traveling you did as a kid, from California to Texas to Germany and a bundle of other states and countries. You told him about your aspirations to become a child psychologist so you could help kids in a way that you never got. You told him about your grandmother, how you tried to stay strong for her and your parents but it was terrifying being the only one there for her apart from some call-in nurses. You told him more than you ever anticipated, but… it felt good.

Tyler told you about the months after his mother’s death, the toll it took on him and his father. He told you what it was like to grow up as the sheriff’s son, how sometimes he felt more like a shiny symbol of his father’s success than his son. He told you about his old asshole friends, how he used to be just like them. He told you more than he ever anticipated, but… it felt good.

Somewhere in the middle, the two of you fell asleep.

And when Tyler woke a few hours later and saw your head against his shoulder, the slight rise and fall of your chest, your arms crossed around your midsection, he couldn’t help but smile.

“What the hell are you two doing in here?”

Tyler jolted as his eyes flew open, meeting the confused expression of one of his co-workers. Jackson, if he remembered correctly. Opening shift was finally here.

“We got locked in last night,” Tyler said, and he elbowed you to get you to wake up as well. “Door closed on us, and we didn’t have the key or our phones.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Good goin’, Galpin. You didn’t close last night, so you’re helping me open.”

“That’s fine,” Tyler said, and he walked away. He looked back down at you and said your name. “Hey. Morning shift freed us.”

Your eyes cracked open, and you grimaced a bit. “Finally,” you mumbled.

He smiled a bit. “You gonna get up?”

It took you a moment, but when you noticed that you were laying against him, you immediately jumped up and put distance between the two of you. You cleared your throat as you smoothed out the wrinkles in your clothes. “I’m not responsible for what I do when I’m asleep.”

Tyler laughed a bit. “I know.”

He got up after you, and the two of you walked out of the closet together. He was surprised that his first thought wasn’t how thankful he was to be out—rather, he was thankful that it had happened. Maybe all it took to get to know people was to get stuck in a tiny place together overnight.

“We’re helping Jackson open, by the way,” he said. “As payment for, uh— not closing last night.”

“Fine,” you said.

“...So,” Tyler said, glancing over at you. “Now that we’re no longer locked in a closet together, are we still friends?”

You rolled your eyes, but that small smile tugged at your lips once again. “Sure. As long as you don’t let it go to your head.”

A smile of his own formed and Tyler nodded. “I would never.”

Enigma no more.

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This could end as a story.

Feat - Tyler Galpin x local witch!Reader

Contains - Very slow burn

Wednesday Spoilers!!

Part 1

“Always wonder why is it so dark in here.”

“ha ha. Very funny, Galpin. Now why are you here?”

I said as soon as I exited through the curtain window to see Tyler with an unfamiliar face next to him. She looks a bit dead and bored or even tired at the same time you couldn’t distinguish it.

“Ever heard of a hyde?”

Tyler asked which made me raised a brow. I would have never thought that Tyler Galpin, the son of sheriff Galpin, the self-proclaimed prince of Jericho and an excellent bully would know anything about the supernatural.

“I might have read a thing or two.”

“Tell me.”

The pale girl with Tyler said, well more of demanded.

I stared at her for quite some time before I motioned them to follow me. I went to my mini library that contains all the books I need about the supernatural. I look for that ancient, brown book that I knew I read about the hyde.

“Here.” I flipped through the pages until I stopped when I saw the chapter made specially for the one I’m looking for.

“ The Hyde is a lone entity who shares its identity. It never really shows unless triggered. There are two ways a hyde can be triggered - hypnosis and unlocking a trauma within the host. A hyde can be past generationally and can skip-”

“That’s enough.”

I was cut off by the pale-looking girl, who I think doesn’t have any manners growing up, given her attitude.

“Can you help us, I don’t know. find the hyde?” Tyler asked.

“I could..if you have anything that belongs to that hyde?”

“Does a blood work?” The girl intervened.

“Blood works best.” I smiled as I went to prepare for everything that is needed to locate the hyde.

“Wait, you do know my work costs money in exchange, right?” I stop mid-way in doing what I was supposed to do.

“How much?” The girl asked, grabbing something from her backpack.

“How much you can give.” I shrugged.

They gave me a blood from a cloth and I began to chant as well as the candles begin flickering.

I saw a boy, a teen boy whose painting clawed him? the blood came from that.

“I’m sorry, Wednesday and Tyler. But this blood isn’t a hyde’s blood. I saw where this blood came from when I was looking for the supposedly hyde of yours. And he wasn’t it.”

Wednesday started glaring at something before storming off my cabin and I just gave Tyler a weird look.

What an odd couple they would make.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about the hyde and why do they want to find who that was. At times like this, I hate how much of a curious cat I am.

I started reading every book I own and even using the internet to know anything about the hyde and I did..

I started chanting the spell I saw on one of the family’s grimoire and I didn’t expect to see what I just did.

I re-read the spell and re-do it multiple times just to make sure I did it right. The spell was supposed to know who the hyde’s host at the time but I didn’t expect to see Tyler Galpin sleeping peacefully.

Witchcraft is magic, and magic never lies unless it’s being manipulated.

I don’t know what to trust. I stared at my family’s grimoire, there was a reason why we know so much about the hydes, we created them.

I’m going to make sure I saw the right thing. Even if Tyler is hyde’s host, who in their right mind would unleashed it?

After what I found out, I barely got any sleep. I decided to befriend Jericho’s local barista to make sure I saw it right

As I opened the only cafe in town, there was no really customers in sight, maybe a two or three?

I rang the bell twice before I saw Tyler coming out of the kitchen and he look surprise to see me here, I mean I would too.

“Wh..at can I get you?” He asked, unsurely.

“One cold vanilla latte with cream, please.”

“That’s one of a sweet tooth you have.” He grinned

I smiled at him sarcastically before slipping my money to the counter.

“On the house.” He said before making my drink.

I slid into one of the empty booths near the window and waited for my order. Not five minutes later, Tyler sit in front of me and handed me my drink.

I raised my brow at him and he seem to get my question because he immediately answered.

"There's not much people to take orders, anyway." He shrugged.

"So.. What makes you go here?"

"Can't a girl just have a coffee?"

"Not you. Pretty sure the last time I saw you at school you said "I enjoy tea over coffee" "

huh, that was like 2 years ago?

"Maybe I just wanted to see the cute local barista working here." I shrugged and sip on my coffee. It looks like he didn't expected my statement because he chocked on his saliva.

"You think I'm cute?" He's flusttered.

"What makes you think I'm talking about you?" I smiled.

"Mhm, maybe because you went here when my shift just started and I'm the only barista in sight?"

I rolled my eyes at him and just started drinking my coffee.

"I'm kidding, y/n." He laughed before going back to the counter to take orders.

I analyzed him when he was busy looking. He doesn't really looks like a hyde to him. He seems too nice.

I grabbed the tissue to wipe my mouth when I notice there was ink in there.

Text me?

xxx-xx-xxx

(Only if u want to)

-Tyler

Things just got a bit easier.

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