#platonic tyler x reader

[impish-baby]

Ahhh can we get that yandere friend group but with caregiver aspects too!! Maybe you’re also one of the friend’s younger siblings or just the youngest one in the group and no matter your actual age they just see you as a little kid no matter what ^//^

Daytrips - platonic yandere friend x agere reader - 🍦

"Ah, Ah, Ah.."

Tyler snickers, swiping the sugary coffee from your hands and holding it above your head. "I think you're too little for that, sweetie! Didn't your big bro say you weren't allowed to have any caffeine?" The older boy only laughs when you huff and protest, refusing to give the drink back.

"No way! Babies like you don't need it, so it's mine now." He hums, smirking at the upset look on your face. "But since I'm so nice, I'll get you a different treat from the menu if you stop pouting."

His smirk only grows when you deflate, patting your head condescendingly. "Aw, what a good kid you are.. thank you for not throwing a tantrum, cutie." Tyler makes you hold his hand as you head back over to the counter together, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

You think he might be done with the teasing until the boy coos at your stuttering attempt to order. "Poor baby, it's scary, huh?" The cashier is giving you an odd look now, you're sure of it. "It's ok.. I know it's tough to be a big kid when you're so little." You're near tears with how embarrassed you are when you finally get your snack, ripping your hand out of Tyler's grip once you're out of the way of the vendor stalls.

"Hey, hey.." He frowns, snatching your hand back. "Don't be a brat, you know I was just playing around." Trying to squirm away again seems to just piss him off further, his grip on your hand quickly growing uncomfortable. "What did I just say? Do I need to tell your brother you forgot how to behave? Do you want to be in trouble?"

Tyler huffs when you stop, giving you a sickly sweet smile. "How cute, you got all scared about being tattled on."

[zhvakinnn]

I have a request 🤓 !! Can I get a SBG one shot or headcanons (I don’t really care ) where the reader is extremely closed off, she doesn’t get close with the group and doesn’t even talk to them in school. She’s very vague and overall not communtive. The thing is, is that she’s not even shy, she’s just like that !! She’s not really close with anyone in the group but hangouts with her other friends in school. She doesn’t even discuss plans with them.

Maybe you could do a little something by where she has a journal and she uses it a lot. That’s what I was thinking. She puts all her thoughts in there and just leaves it in class and it just had like all these little notes about the group and positive things about them.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS TO MUCH, or this goes against your guidelines 😕

BYEEEE !! 😊😊😊

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I don't see and ship with the reader so im expecting this is platonic ^^

Paring: sbg x fem reader (platonic)

Warnings:

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Many people are making fun of you, you even got a nickname

Loner wolf

There's just slight happiness in a lonely world but sometimes you wish for a friend but never got the chance since elementary you were known as a loner because you thought being alone is peaceful and fun

But as you grow up people tend to tease you and just completely made you into a ghost, ignoring you and stuff

Then you made a friend even if it's one you were happy you didn't feel invisible by the others naked eye but again the problem is you began to have trust issues when you got a friend you didn't want another one you feel like you're gonna be left out and your friend accepted your opinion and stayed with you all the time

They knew how you were a loner before and understand your feelings

Then this girl came bumping to you making you glare at her but became soft she had brown eyes, hair she apologize then a boy came waving at her

Tyler Hernandez a baseball player and it must be his twin who i just bump into though i don't know her name

You didn't take long to break your eyes from them and walked away

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You lost your friend in the crowd when it was the bell rang you kept peaking through the people in the way, you didn't notice you bump someone again

Its the same girl Hernandez

"ahahaha looks like we bump again to each other" she said saying sorry again, you only make a quiet sorry before walking away again she only made a confusing face because most of the time you ask for the name and kinda became friends, looks like her expectation is false

.

You finally found them and went to the class you looked at the chairs and saw names you came looking for yours and finally found it you sat down and wait for the others to come

The teacher introduce himself now it was out turn since we're at the back my friend and i are the last one to introduce ourselves

When it's my turn i stand up and simply said my name and my hobbie/s when you looked at your side the twin of Hernandez was looking at you then she smiled you only made a little nod then sat back at the chair

Then at lunch you came across with a blonde boy and Barron on some corner of the school looks like their chatting but their not your about to ignore it but when you saw Barron hitting his head you know what he was doing your friend ask you where your going and only said 'somewhere' they shrugged it off but told you where to meet you nodded at them

Once you got there Barron noticed you and not even caring that he got caught cause no one will believe you and no one even dare to tell on him

You grip at his arm and said let go of the blonde boy, you don't know how to fight, your not strong enough so there was only thing you could do, you can't go 2 against 3 so

You kicked his balls and ran with the blonde the other two were chasing you so you both went to a crowded place and finally you both lost them

The blonde boy and you were catching your breaths when you were okay he said 'thank you' and then introduce himself

"thank you so much im Logan, Logan fields we both have the same class" oh right you didn't pay attention to them introducing you didn't notice this was your classmate

You only nodded then walk off waving at him you texted your friend were they were at

.

You began to write journals about them like

'i just know the other Hernandez name, she's Taylor'

'the ginger girl is scary but somewhat sweet'

'the other blonde boy looks crazy and how does he have red eyes? Is he a vampire?'

'the tall dude looks attractive not gonna lie'

'logan is so sweet'

'why does Tyler kept glaring at me'

And yada yada then one day you accidentally left it on your desk and Ben found it he gave it to Taylor and when she took it there was a paper that fell when she read what its says it was like

' i want to make more friends but im not sure if they would like me and not tease me for being a loner before they're all so kind and sweet but still'

When tyler said they shouldn't invade someone's privacy The Notebook was long gone in Taylors hand it was now in Aiden when he started to read they all got curious about it

.

When Taylor gave it back to you, you thank and smiled at her

Little did you know they're planning to be friends with you and your friend

That's it for to day loves

[fictionalmenxyn]

Mentions of blood, language and fighting (vague)

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

--☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎--

That’s what most people say when they know who we are. Some people say that a woman and a man can’t be the same but different gender, they’re wrong.

Tyler and I knew each other since ten, how did we meet? He lived opposite me in the neighbourhood. I was learning how to ride my bmx bike I got for my tenth birthday. I was on my own out front teaching myself when a car sped past and scared me. I fell off my bike and went straight to the curb, hitting my knees to the concrete and my shin catching my chain of my bike, blood ran down my legs.

Tyler saw me from out his front window, he caught interest in me when he saw a girl on a bmx. Most girls our age at the time rode pretty pink bikes with baskets in the front to put their stuffed animal inside. Me? Nah, fuck that.

When Tyler saw me fell, he was on his feet pulling in his boots and runs out the front and over to me. “Hey you ok?!”

I look up, “yeah I’m good, just some stupid driver” I look down to my legs to see they’re pretty beaten up. Tyler holds out a water bottle “here, use this to wash the blood” I thanked him and did exactly what he suggested.

He took a seat next to me on the curb “hey, nice bike, saw you out my front window” he gestures to the house in front of us. I flash him a small smile “thanks, got it for my birthday” “Happy birthday… for whenever it was…” “it was two days ago..”

And that’s when we became friends…

Ever since we’ve pretty much been attached to the hip. We had many things in common. Music, movies, clothing, mischief, relabelling, the lot…

He’d protect me from guys, I’d protect him from girls (even though he didn’t exactly need it)…

As soon as we turned sixteen, he changed. Not in a bad way, but I guess that’s what happens when puberty hits boys. He become protective, he knew I could handle myself, of course. But didn’t mean he’d stop beating up any guy or age or older cause they were getting too close to his girl…

When we were old enough, we bought the house in paper street. We’d have parties and what not. Life was and is good.

I am him, he is me…

Then Jack came along, he’s a good guy. Made friends with him pretty quick after Tyler introduced him to me. Jack then moved in with us as he didn’t have a place to stay.

Jack thought we were dating at first, cause Tyler is a very physical love language typa guy. Always hugging, forehead kisses, cheek kisses… sometimes if he couldn’t sleep or Jack was too loud with Marla in the morning; he’s come to my room and sleep on my bed with me…

Tyler was an intimidating man that people knew not to mess with, but he had a soft spot for me. You can tell by the way he looks at me. Or by the fact that if a single guy gave a ‘suggestive’ glance, he’d knock them out.

For instance…

I was playing pool with Cody, one of our old high school friends that’s a regular at the Lou’s Tavern. Tyler knew Cody was a good guy, so he didn’t mind. But the guys in the other pool table says otherwise…

As I leant over the table to hit the white ball with my cue, a kinda scruffy looking guy eyed me up. Yeah u was wearing a skirt, but the guy leaned in the direction of where my ass was. I mean come on! That’s quite fucking obvious…

Anyways!

Tyler was seething, the finale straw was when the guy tried to walk past me and blatantly rubbed against me, he could’ve waited till I moved, but no. He didn’t.

Tyler was up in an instant, already got the guy by the collar and showing him what he didn’t wrong and calling him out on it. I intervened once Tyler had his go. Tyler instantly stopped, but did grab twenty bucks from the guys wallet as a ‘troubles’ fee.

I was always patching Tyler’s wounds, never lectured him, he knew what he was doing. And he had his reasons, to protect me. I couldn’t argue…

And after every fight he’d get into, we’d watch our favourite movies and cuddle. Not a relationship, but who gives a fuck who can and can’t cuddle with their friend??

Tyler is me, I am Tyler…

Marla would always question what Tyler and I were.

One morning, I was sat on the kitchen counter. Wearing one of his old band shirts from when he was seventeen, since it fitted me and didn’t fit his more toned and grown up physique. I was also wearing my sweatpants.

I as I at a piece of toast, Marla spoke “so what are you and Tyler?? Couple?? Friends?? Fuck buddies??”

I chuckle, I was about to speak when Tyler walk in “we’re soulmates that don’t include the act of sin”

I playfully roll my eyes Tyler, he says that like he hasn’t done that many time before (not with me)…

Tyler steals the piece of toast from my hand, which lead to a playful smack across the shoulder. He eats the toast as Marla asked “so your not a thing?”

I shake my head, “we’re just really close, call it platonic if you will…”

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

We are platonic soulmates, so fuck off…

—☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎—

[soupiiiie]

Since your requests are opened, I was thinking about platonic (or maybe not, that’s on you) 3rd member of TØP, like she was there from the beginning and all of that.

Appreciation

platonic!Tøp x reader

words: 912

genre: fluff

I received 2 requests like this so I wrote this for the both of them. Hope you enjoy :)

Today was another long day of lore writing and music video mapping. Tyler had appointed me to head of the ‘lore department’ as he called it. The three of us sat in his basement brainstorming and coming up with stories to tell in the videos and on tour. Josh sat with a laptop, making a list of everything to keep the story line straight. This was my favorite part of being friends with them, the behind the scenes stuff was always super interesting. 

I met Tyler in the ninth grade, ever since then, we’d been inseparable. Having been there since the start of the band, Josh’s joining, to whom we had both clicked with instantly, the release of their first album, their first concert, to now, I was the third piece of their puzzle. I became their creative director, manager, booking agent, everything. They appreciated me more than they could describe. Hell, I even helped plan both of their weddings.

“Can we take a break for food? My stomach is starting to eat itself,” I yawned and stretched out my sore neck, “plus, we could all give our brains a break.”

Josh nodded in agreement and rubbed his eyes, “I agree, I’ll drive, you guys pick where we go.” He stood up and grabbed the keys out of his hoodie hanging on the chair Tyler was sitting on.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street, papa wants a milkshake.” Josh and I gave Tyler a weird look before bursting out laughing.

“Please, never, ever, refer to yourself as ‘papa’ ever again.” I exclaimed between laughs. 

Tyler rolled his eyes and stood, starting toward the stairs to the basement, “you guys just don’t get me.” He said sarcastically and dramatically sauntered up the stairs, “Lets go people, hustle, hustle.” We heard him call from the top. 

Josh just rolled his eyes jokingly and ran toward the stairs with me behind him. Once we got in the car, me in the back and Tyler in the passenger seat, we started for the diner, letting whatever was on the radio play quietly. “Do you think the fans will like the new lore coming with the album?” I asked nervously, scared that the clique won’t appreciate all the time and effort we’ve been putting into Clancy. 

“Of course they’ll love it. They’ve been lore hungry since Trench.” Josh said while Tyler nodded in agreement before chiming in.

“And if they don’t, we’ll blame it on you.” Sarcasm was his way of showing his love. I rolled my eyes at this. “Ha ha, very funny.” We made it to the diner and once Josh parked, we headed inside and found a booth in the corner. The waitress came over to take our orders and bring us our drinks and once she was gone, we settled into a comfortable silence. 

Coming up with story lines had taken a huge toll on all of us mentally. We had spent countless nights trying to perfect everything before the album release. I had spent so much time helping Mark film and edit music videos, helping Tyler make the backing tracks for the tour, helping Josh dye his hair. But soon enough it would pay off. We all knew it would.

After we ate, we headed back to get more work done. When we went back down to the basement, the boys shuffled off to the corner whispering to each other. I was confused but ignored them and went back to my notes, writing more ideas to share later. After a few minutes, there was a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see both boys standing with their hands behind their backs. Giving them a questioning look and tilting my head slightly I asked, “what are you goobers doing?”

They smiled and Tyler spoke, “Well, since you’ve been helping us so much with the album and tour, and just being our best friend forever…” He trailed off and Josh continued.

“We decided that we would get you something to show our appreciation for you.” They both outstretched their hands from behind their backs. Tyler held up a crew t-shirt that read ‘3rd Member’ on the back with the band logo beneath it, while Josh held a mug that said ‘Best band member’ and a card. My smile grew as I reached for the card and began to read the contents. 

“Dear y/n, you’ve been here since the beginning and we can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done. You’re the best friend we could’ve ever asked for. We love you. Love, Ty and Josh <3” Tearing up at the note, I stood and brought them both into a hug. “Thank you so much. I love you guys too.” I pulled away, kissing their cheeks before taking the mug and shirt and placing them with the card. 

“We felt like we haven’t really shown you how much you mean to us. You really are the best friend we could ever have.” Tyler said, sitting back down in his chair. Josh followed his actions and grabbed the laptop he was using before.

“Yeah, don’t ever think we don’t appreciate you.” He said with a gentle glance. I couldn’t have asked for better friends in my life. 

“Of course, and don’t think I don’t appreciate you two either.” I said looking between them. We all smiled at each other before returning to our respective tasks at hand. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

so so so so rose tyler x younger sibling reader?? reader like rly wantz to join in on an adventure because space is amazing, and so they end up joining on an adventure and it ends up being one of the more traumatizing ones

i love your writing!!! thanks for writing this if you do!!! hopefully this is specific enough!!

thank you so much, you're so sweet!! I hope you like what I was able to come up with, sorry if it's a little short <33 (I almost wrote this with the weeping angels but I thought that might've been a bit too cruel)

Overprotective Older Sister (platonic! Rose Tyler x reader)

Warnings: (somewhat) traumatizing space adventure, mild swearing, some angst, hurt/comfort, Rose is a very worried and overprotective sister which leads to an argument (canon event for siblings tbh)

When you first begged your sister to take you with her on one of her adventures with The Doctor, you thought only about how cool it would be to see some off planet things that she'd always talk about during her visits home. She was initially hesitant to say yes, and even flat out refused when you first asked.

"Rose, come on, this is so unfair! You've been to God knows how many planets and I've only ever been to the one I was born on, why can't I go with you?"

"Because my trips with The Doctor aren't always safe, and I don't want you getting hurt, that's why."

Finally, after several minutes worth of pleading, you were finally able to convince her to let you go with them.

Saying you were excited about your trip was a massive understatement. If only you'd have known then what kind of trouble you would've run into, you might've been much more content to stay at home.

The Daleks weren't the most terrifying creature The Doctor had encountered by any means, but as someone who'd never been on a trip with him before they ended up being pretty damn scary, especially when they were shooting lasers at you nonstop. So much for a fun timey wimey space journey.

You ended up passing out at some point when you were trying to get away, though you couldn't be sure whether it was from an explosion that you vaguely remembered happening or just plain exhaustion. When you woke, your head was being cradled in Rose's lap, a look of panic on her face.

"Oh, thank God. I thought I'd lost you," she said in a hushed and shaky voice. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her mascara had smudged and was in streams going down her cheeks. It was pretty obvious that she'd been crying right before you woke.

"Don't worry, I'm- I'm okay," you groggily insisted as you sat up, taking a look around. The two of you were back in the TARDIS, and although you couldn't see him you were sure The Doctor wasn't far away.

"Okay, good." She gave you a second to collect yourself before smacking you upside the head.

"Ow-! Rose, what the hell?" You asked in a mixture of confusion and annoyance as you rubbed the back of your head.

"That's what you get for being a moron!" She said with a glare as she stood, placing her hands on her hips. "I told you I didn't want you coming with us, but no, you just had to come, didn't you? You just couldn't let it go, could you?"

"Well, maybe I wanted to come with you because I've missed you, have you ever thought about that?" You got up off the floor and crossed your arms, matching her frustrated energy. "You're always off with The Doctor, Rose. I never get to see you anymore. It's like you don't even want me around."

Her eyes softened slightly at your words, but they did nothing to quell her aggravation and worry. "It's not that I don't want you around, it's just that I don't want you getting hurt. What if something serious had happened to you today? What if you'd died?"

"At least I would've been with you, instead of stuck on Earth. I hate how you always seem to dismiss me just because I'm younger." You accused, causing her to let out a scoff.

"I'm not dismissing you, idiot! I'm trying to keep you safe." Tears started to well up in her eyes as she spoke. "I almost lost you today, did you know that? Do you have any idea how worried I was for you? I was already thinking about what I was going to have to tell Mom."

Your arms dropped from their crossed position down to your sides, the guilt beginning to well up in you the moment you first saw her tears. "I'm sorry, Rose. I didn't mean to upset you so much, please don't cry," you spoke in a much softer tone than before, reaching out to her as a nonverbal offer of a hug.

She took that offer gladly, wrapping her arms around you as she tried to calm herself down again. You awkwardly patted her back, not entirely sure what to do. Usually it was her comforting you, not the other way around.

"I'm not upset at you. You just frustrate me sometimes." She pulled away from you, a faint smile on her face as she said, "but I suppose that's your job as the younger sibling, isn't it?"

A soft laugh exited your throat at her words. "Yeah, I guess so. And your job is to be the overbearing older one," you lightly teased, something she responded with by giving you a playful shove.

"Next time, you're staying where I can keep an eye on you," Rose stated as though it were a fact as she turned to head back towards the TARDIS control room, not leaving any room for argument.

"Wha- hey, no fair!" You called after her, letting out a loud groan before following close behind. As overprotective as she could be, there was certainly no denying that she cared.

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Platonic Yandere Tyler Galpin headcanons

He is one overprotective friend who dislikes his obsession hanging out with anyone who is not him and make them feel guilty for doing so. He is the reason that if his obsession gets into a relationship in the first place fails due to him threatening his obsessions partner while also making sure that his obsession has no idea that he is doing so, if they still don’t back off after he has threatened them he will kill them with no mercy. Tyler would endure girl nights if his obsession is a female, letting them put make-up on his face and letting them paint his nails while he is listening to them talk about their recent interest and things that are going on in their life. If his obsession is male he will most likely just play video games with them while letting them talk about recent things in their life or whatever they want to talk about, hell if they like make-up and want to experiment putting it on other people Tyler would not hesitate to offer himself up as the person they can practice putting make-up on not making fun of the fact that they like make-up while they are a male.

Tyler would not hesitate to harm or socially ruin anyone who bullies his obsession, the only one who can make negative remarks about his obsession is Tyler and that is the end of that. Tyler would not mind driving his obsession to school, hell he would most likely be the reason why he is driving his obsession to school every day.  His logic being that they hang around every day anyway and that they go to the same school, so it’s not like he is wasting his time driving them to school. Tyler gives his Platonic obsession free drinks whenever they visit him when he is working at the weathervane and when they go to the weathervane together he will pay for whatever they order, saying it's no big deal and that they should not feel guilty of him constantly paying for their food and drinks whenever they visit the weathervane. Tyler also has a picture of his obsession and him as his phone lock screen, you cannot change my mind.

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Are you still taking requests 🤔 if so I got one for you it's more of an idea to start and you can build on it.

Anything with jealous Scott! Him and the reader flirt hes nice to her she drops hints he's to dumb to see them right away. Tyler sees how hard she is trying sees the looks Scott gives her but knows it's all going over his head so he makes a plan with the reader to make Scott jealous and JEALOUS he gets and end it with fluff smut just happiness and maybe some humor!

All the little details are up to you have fun with it. You are a very talented story teller I always failed my creative writing in school🤣

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, fluffy and romantic

Word count: 5k

a/n: Thank you so much! I really enjoy writing jealous Scott and writing like romantic smut so hopefully you guys like reading it. As always let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy <3

Working with Tyler has its perks, one of which is being able to travel around the states while chasing storms, another is getting to see Scott. You have a *small* thing for him, something that isn't well hidden.

However, it seems that no matter how obvious you are with your flirtation, Scott is entirely oblivious to it all. He really is oblivious. The man has an uncanny ability to turn everything you say into something platonic.

What makes things worse is that you can tell he likes you too. You’re the only person he shows his caring and soft side to. He goes out of his way to talk to you as much as he can and worries over your safety when Tyler drags you too close to a tornado.

Today is another day on the road as you’re chasing storms, the crew is together having breakfast at a diner. But your gaze stays trained to the dark haired man sitting with Javi and his team.

You sigh softly, poking at your food with your fork, a pout on your lips. The conversations of your friends stays in the background as the only thing on your mind is how you can make it *any* more obvious to Scott.

Tyler leans to you, bumping his shoulder to yours in an effort to catch your attention. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look over at him, eyes a bit unfocused, your cheeks pink from being caught staring at Scott.

“Y/N,” He leaned a bit closer, and spoke in a low voice so the others wouldn't hear. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Your head cocks to the side as you turn your body to him.

Tyler glanced briefly at Scott before turning his attention back to you. He kept his voice low.

"You've been trying to get Scott's attention for a while, but he's as oblivious as ever. I have an idea that might work, but you'll have to play along."

“Okay..” your voice is suspicious, eyes narrowing at him, “And what exactly is your brilliant idea?”

Tyler flashed a sly grin. "Well, I know that Scott is protective of you, and a bit possessive at times. So, if he sees me, or anyone else, getting a little too close to you, he might just get jealous."

He leaned back in his chair, looking casual, but you could tell he was up to something. "Trust me on this, okay? Just play along."

You nod along as he speaks, “But what’s in it for you Ty?”

Tyler smirked, enjoying this little plan. "Oh, nothing much. It's just that I like stirring up a bit of chaos, and seeing Scott get jealous would be entertaining as hell."

You giggle at his response, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Then let’s do it.” Your gaze falls back over to Scott noticing his shift in his seat.

Tyler smiled devilishly. He knew you were on board with his plan. He glanced over at Scott, noticing his obvious discomfort at your closeness to Tyler.

He leans to you, making sure to keep his voice low enough for only you to hear. "Alright, here goes."

He casually placed his hand on your thigh, patting it gently. "You enjoying the food, Y/N?" You squirm slightly under his touch.

Scott can’t help a scowl that comes over his face as he watches Tyler’s hand gently pat your thigh. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on his fork tightened. He tried his best to listen to Javi and the others engaged in conversation, pretending to focus on their words. But his mind wandered back to the sight of Tyler's hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

Your conversation with Tyler dies down as Javi interrupts to ask about where you’re going to chase today. Tyler’s hand moves to your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

Tyler chimes in, "You know, I was thinking we should head north today. There's a storm system that's brewing up there and it looks pretty interesting." He presses a kiss to your temple gently.

Scott’s jaw clenches tight at the sight of Tyler’s lips touching your temple. His eyes flicker with a hint of jealousy, but he maintains his composure, taking a sip of his coffee to hide his reaction.

He clears his throat and looks at the rest of the group. "I looked at the weather reports this morning, and there's more potential for storms further south."

Tyler noticed Scott's reaction, and it confirmed that his plan was working. He could see the slightest hint of jealousy in Scott's eyes and the way his jaw clenched tight. He couldn't help but feel satisfied with himself.

He turned to Scott with a smirk. "Oh, you're right, south does sound like it has better potential for storms. But by the time we’d reach that area they might already have died down.”

You glance between the two men who are sharing strong glares, you look down at the app you had pulled up. “There does seem to be a lot more storms popping up in the northern region at the moment..”

Scott's eyes narrow further as you chime in, backing Tyler's suggestion. He can see the growing smirk on Tyler's face, and it only adds to his annoyance. He takes a deep breath and looks over at you, trying to keep his cool.

Tyler gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, enjoying the effect it had on Scott. "Yeah, north looks like the better option today. Plus, I bet Y/N would want to see some more tornadoes today, huh?" You smile up at him with a small nod.

Scott's grip on his coffee cup tightens as he sees Tyler's hand on your thigh again, and the mention of you wanting to see tornadoes only irritates him more.

He takes another drink, trying to hide his annoyance. "Well, if that's what *you* want to do.." He mutters under his breath, his eyes flickering between you and Tyler.

__________

After a long day of pretend flirting with Tyler and storm chasing you’ve found yourself relaxing with your team at the bar. The ding of the door captured your attention and your gaze lands on Scott. He’s dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, looking so much more attractive than when he’s in his storm par suit.

Tyler, noticing your interest in Scott, takes it as an opportunity to continue with his plan to make Scott jealous. He leans closer to you, draping his arm around your shoulder.

"You're staring again," he says with a playful smirk. "You just can't help but admire Scott, can?"

“It’s hard not to,” you murmur, taking a sip of your drink as Tyler pulls you closer.

Scott's gaze briefly flickers to Tyler's arm as it wraps around your shoulders. He feels a pang of annoyance at the sight, but he tries to keep his cool. He orders a drink from the bartender before turning to face you.

He moves a bit closer, standing beside you with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Tyler a cool glare before looking down at you. "Having a good night?" He asks, his tone neutral. He takes a step closer to you, his body practically sandwiching you between him and Tyler. A slight blush raises on your cheeks as you gaze up at Scott with a smile.

Feeling the tension build, Tyler decides to take things further, playing into his role as your 'boyfriend'. He leans in, his arm still around your shoulders, and places a gentle kiss on your temple. "Yeah, great night so far," he replies, meeting Scott's cold glare with a smirk.

“Mhm, yeah. Great night.” You shiver at the touch of Tyler’s lips on your skin, unconsciously cuddling closer to him.

Scott's jaw clenches at the sight of Tyler's lips touching your skin. He can feel a spark of anger rising within him, but he tries his best to keep his expression neutral.

He takes a step forward, his body now almost pressed against you, effectively sandwiching you between him and Tyler. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours, and reaches out to gently brush some wayward strands of hair behind your ear. "That's good to hear," he says, his voice low. "I hope it stays that way."

Your grin grows at Scott’s affection. Tyler, sensing Scott's growing possessiveness, decides it's time to ramp things up even more. He tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. His hand rests on your hip, his fingers gently tracing small circles.

"Oh, I'm sure it will," he responds, his smirk widening. "We're all enjoying ourselves, aren't we, Y/N?" You nod while taking another sip of your beer.

Scott's eyes narrow as he watches Tyler's hand linger on your hip, the gentle touch making his blood boil. He can feel his possessive instincts starting to take over, and he takes another step closer to you, his body now practically pressed against yours.

He reaches out and places his hand on your waist, gently pulling you towards him and away from Tyler. He looks down at you with a stern expression on his face. Your blush grows as your eyes widen at Scott’s sudden gesture.

Tyler’s eyes flicker with amusement as Scott pulls you closer to him. He bites back a smirk, enjoying the effect his plan is having on Scott. He takes a step back, giving you a bit more space, but his eyes remain fixed on the pair of you.

Scott's hand on your waist feels possessive and firm. He continues to fix you with a stern look, his expression intense. "Y/N,” he says, his voice low, “we need to have a word. Alone."

“Okay,” you bite down on your lip, Scott leads you out of the bar, across the street toward the motel. You follow close behind, without a word. Once you reach his room, he unlocks the door pulling you inside.

He turns to face you, his expression serious and intense. His hand, still on your waist, tightens its grip ever so slightly, anchoring himself to you.

“What do you want to talk about?” You relax in his grasp, enjoying every second of his touch.

Scott takes a deep breath, looking down at you with a mixture of frustration and desire in his eyes. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking, his voice low and rough.

"I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me," he says, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

“I’ll be 100% honest,” you nod with a sweet smile. “I promise.”

Scott seems to relax a bit at your words, his shoulders visibly untensing. He takes another deep breath, his gaze locking on yours.

"What's going on with you and Tyler?" He asks, his voice firm. "Because it seems to me that you two have gotten a bit too close lately."

“Too close?” You question, your head cocking to the side as you feign ignorance.

Scott crosses his arms, a stern expression on his face as he gazes down at you. He notices the cheeky glint in your eyes and the subtle bite of your lip, sensing that you're not quite as oblivious as you're pretending to be.

"Don't play coy with me," he mutters, taking a step closer to you. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. The way he's always touching you, always standing close to you... I've noticed it, and it's driving me crazy."

“Driving you crazy?” You wrap your arms around his waist pulling him flush against you while looking up at him. “And why is that?”

Scott's eyes widen slightly as you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. For a moment, he is taken aback by your audacity, but he regains his composure quickly.

He places his hands on your hips, his grip firm as he stares down at you with an intense gaze. “I can't stand seeing him touch you like that, it's like he's marking his territory." Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip as he continues.

Scott's eyes are glued to your tongue, watching as it darts out to wet your bottom lip. His grip on your hips tightens involuntarily, the primal desire within him taking over.

He takes a deep breath, trying to suppress the primal urge to pull you closer and claim you as his own. "The way he puts his hands on you... it should be me."

You smirk, “Then why isn’t it?” Your fingertips dig into his back softly.

Scott's breath hitches as your fingertips dig into his back, sending a shiver down his spine. The smirk on your lips is driving him crazy, awakening a primal urge within him.

He steps closer, his body now pressed flush against yours. His eyes darkened with desire as he gazes down at you. "Because I don't want to push you away," he mutters, his voice low and hoarse.

“Scott, you're so dense.” You groan.

Scott's expression turns to one of mild offense at your words. He takes a moment to collect himself before responding. "I'm not dense," he retorts. "I just-"

He falters, his mind still stuck on your words and the fact that he's been oblivious to your feelings this whole time. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locking on yours. "Wait... You're telling me you..?"

You roll your eyes, pressing your head back against the wall. “I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

He takes a step back, looking at you with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment. "You...flirting with me?" He repeats, his voice a mixture of sheepishness and confusion. "I don't…"

He stops to think for a moment, his mind replaying all the interactions he'd had with you over the past few weeks. Suddenly, it all starts to click. Another groan escapes your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

Scott's eyes flicker with a mix of realization and arousal as he takes in your reaction. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you and pins you against the wall.

He gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his blue eyes darkened with desire. "You've been flirting with me for weeks?" He repeats, his voice huskier than before. His gaze flickers down to your lips before he leans in, capturing them in a rough, hungry kiss.

You pull him closer to you, responding to his hands with a quiet moan. Scott's arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer against his body. The sound of your moan fuels his desire, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an urgent fervor.

He pins you to the wall, his hands roaming over your body, desperate to feel every inch of you. His grip on you grows tighter, almost possessive, as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers.

You pull away, gasping for air as his touch sends desire through your body. Scott's lips trail down your jawline, his breath hot on your skin. He nibbles gently at your earlobe, his hands still roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour, until they come to rest at your hips.

He pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, creating a delicious friction between the two of you. "God, you drive me crazy," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "I need you."

Your arms move to his neck, pulling his lips inches away from yours. “I need you too Scott.” His hands grip your thighs, hoisting you up onto him with ease. He pushes you against the wall, his body pressing you into the cool plaster and his heated frame.

His lips are a breath away from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he mutters, his gaze locking on yours.

He presses his hips against yours, his desire for you evident in every movement. Your head falls back as you moan out his name, grinding your hips down on his.

Scott's breath hitches at the feel of you grinding against him. The sound of his name on your lips sending a jolt of electricity through him.

His grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Ah, God," he mutters, his voice rough and ragged. "You're making it damn near impossible to hold back. You know that, right?"

“Please don’t hold back anymore,” you whine out as you gaze into his eyes. At your request,

Scott loses the last shred of restraint he was holding onto. He crushes you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, hungry kiss.

His hands slide up to your ass, grabbing hold and pulling you fully against him. He grinds his hips against yours, wanting to get as close to you as possible.

"I won’t hold back anymore," he gasps, breaking away from the kiss for a brief moment. "I want you. All of you."

The heat between you and Scott is palpable, filling the room like a heavy summer storm. His hands slide from your thighs to your ass, squeezing and lifting you closer to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. You kiss him back with a passion that matches his own, your bodies moving in a rhythm that speaks of a long-denied attraction.

The walls of the motel room seem to close in around you, the rest of the world fading away as your focus narrows to the feel of his mouth on yours, the beat of his heart against your chest, and the unmistakable pressure of his hardness against your core.

With surprising strength and urgency, Scott hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them down with one swift motion, leaving you exposed and vulnerable against the wall. He steps closer, aligning his clothed erection with your slick heat, and begins to rock his hips against you.

The friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making you whimper and cling to him tighter. His hand remains firm on your ass, keeping you in place as he grinds into you, the fabric of his pants the only barrier between you and his dick. The pressure builds, your breath hitching in anticipation of what's to come.

Scott's hips move with a fierce rhythm against you, the rough fabric of his jeans providing just the right amount of friction against your sensitive clit. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you moan and arch your back, silently begging for more. The pressure builds, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension coils tighter within you.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tightening around him like a vice as the pleasure reaches a crescendo. The room is filled with the sound of your muffled cries and the harsh grunts of his own need. His grip on your ass tightens, his movements becoming more erratic as he feels your climax approaching.

The anticipation is unbearable, your nails digging into his shoulders as you hang on the precipice of release, desperately seeking the sweet oblivion that you know is just within reach.

The friction becomes too much, and with a loud moan, you cum onto Scott's pants, leaving a wet slick stain on the fabric. The intensity of your orgasm surprises even you, your body convulsing and shaking in his arms. Scott's eyes widen, his own arousal reaching new heights as he feels your wetness coat him.

He groans into your mouth, the sound muffled by your desperate kisses. His hips don't stop moving, instead, they pick up speed, driven by the need to feel you come apart around him. The sight of you, lost in pleasure, only makes him want you more, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent. He's so close to the edge himself, and the feel of you pulsing against him is driving him wild.

He pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the aftershocks of your climax play out on your flushed face. With one last, deep, grind, he whispers, "Fuck, Y/N," his voice a mix of amazement and desire.

Without wasting another moment, Scott carries you over to the bed, setting you down gently. He kisses a trail down your body, leaving a fiery path in his wake. His eyes are dark with lust as he settles between your legs, his gaze lingering on your still-quivering core. You watch, breathless, as he spreads your legs, revealing your glistening sex to his hungry eyes.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his pupils dilating with desire. He kisses the insides of your thighs, the soft skin of your stomach, and finally, his mouth hovers just above your most sensitive spot. You feel the warmth of his breath against your folds, and your body responds with a shiver of anticipation. He looks up at you, a question in his eyes, seeking permission to continue. You nod eagerly, your hands sliding into his hair as you pull his face closer.

With a groan, Scott dives in, his tongue licking and teasing your clit with a gentle touch that sends shockwaves through your body. He explores you with a passion that's both tender and fierce, his mouth worshiping every inch of your sex. He nibbles and sucks, his tongue flicking and curling in a way that makes your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.

You're lost in the sensation, your breath coming in short gasps and your hips moving in time with his mouth. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you in place as he devours you, his eyes never leaving your closed ones, as if he's trying to memorize every twitch and gasp of pleasure that passes over your face.

You're on the edge again, and you can feel him pushing you closer, his tongue swirling and dipping into your wetness, his teeth grazing against your swollen bud. It's all you can do to hold on as the storm of sensation builds inside you, threatening to break.

As the second orgasm hits, you cry out, your body writhing under his skilled touch. Scott doesn't stop, his mouth working tirelessly to draw out every last bit of pleasure from your quivering body. He laps up the evidence of your climax. You're lost in the feeling of his tongue on your skin, his breath hot and moist against your sensitive flesh.

He's thorough, not stopping until every tremor has subsided and you're left panting and boneless on the bed, your legs shaking. Only then does he pull away, licking his lips with a smug smile, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You taste so good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I could do this all night."

With a whimper of need, you pull Scott back up your body, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss that tastes of your desire. Your hands shake slightly as they fumble with the button and zipper of his pants, eager to free his hard length and feel him inside you.

He helps you, his own hands trembling with anticipation, and soon enough, his pants fall to the floor. He pulls his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Your eyes rake over his sculpted abs and the bulge in his underwear, making your heart race even faster.

"I need you," you breathe against his lips, the urgency in your voice unmistakable.

Scott groans, his hands moving to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. His eyes devour your bare breasts, the peaks pebbled with desire. He leans down to kiss and suck on one nipple, sending waves of pleasure through you. You grip his shoulders, arching into his touch.

With trembling hands, you push his boxers down, freeing his erection. It stands proudly, the tip glistening with precum. You stroke him gently, feeling the velvety softness of his skin over the steel of his arousal. He gasps, his hips jerking in response.

"Please," you whisper, your eyes pleading with him to fill the ache that's been building inside you for weeks.

Scott's eyes darken with need as he takes in your naked form, your body laid bare before him. He reaches for his wallet, fumbling for a condom, his need for you overriding all else. He sheathes himself, then positions his cock at your entrance, his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place.

You nod, your eyes never leaving his in a silent beg, your legs wrapping around his waist in silent invitation. With one slow, torturous thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. You gasp into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size, then starts to move, his hips rolling into yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that builds the tension all over again.

You moan, your nails digging into his back as he sets a pace that's both gentle and demanding. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you intense and all-consuming. With each stroke, the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until you feel like you might burst.

"Fuck, Scott," you murmur, your voice shaky.

He responds with a grunt, his own pleasure etched on his face. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips, as he moves inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your muffled cries and his guttural groans.

Your hands clutch at the bedsheets, your body moving in sync with his, the intensity of your emotions is like nothing you've ever felt before.

With a deep, guttural groan, Scott's hips stutter to a stop, his cock pulsing inside you as he reaches his peak. The feeling of his release sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through your body, your pussy clenching around him in a vice-like grip. His eyes squeeze shut, his face contorted with the sheer force of his climax.

You hold him tight, feeling the warmth of his seed fill you up as he empties himself into the condom. His body relaxes slowly, his breathing heavy and erratic. As he opens his eyes, you see the look of utter satisfaction and disbelief, as if he can't quite believe what just happened. He kisses you softly, his forehead resting against yours. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment. "I didn't mean for that to happen so quickly."

You smile up at him, stroking his cheek gently. "It's okay," you reassure him. "It was perfect." Your voice is a breathy whisper, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your own pleasure. Scott's eyes searched yours, the intensity of the moment washing over him.

He pulls out slowly, his cock still half-hard, and removes the condom before collapsing beside you on the bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, your bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat. You both lay there, panting and spent.

Scott's lips curve into a weary smile as he finally regains control of his breath and finds enough strength to speak. "That... that was..." He shakes his head, struggling to find the words to describe what just happened. "That was incredible." His voice was laced with both ecstasy and disbelief.

He turns his head to look at you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face like an artist admiring his canvas. "You're,” he pauses, searching for the right word, "god, you're beautiful," he finally whispers, his hand lifting to cup your cheek.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You grin and press a kiss to his lips. His smile widens at your playful quip, and he returns your kiss with a soft hum.

He takes a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes sweeping over your bare form with an appreciative gaze. "You know," he muses, "I have no idea how I've been able to keep my hands off you all this time. You're addictive."

“Addictive, huh?” You slide onto his body, straddling his waist.

Scott's eyes darken with desire as you straddle him, his hands coming to rest on your hips, holding you in place. He bites his lower lip, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Addictive," he repeats, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as he speaks. He gazes up at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and contour. "I can't get enough of you," he murmurs, his hands beginning to wander. You lean forward, grasping his chin, bringing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

Scott’s hands run up your side, his eyes fluttering closed as you press gentle kisses onto his face.

Scott's heart thumps loudly in his ears as you shower his face with gentle kisses, his breath hitching with each touch of your lips. His hands continue to explore your skin, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your back, as if he can't quite believe you're really there.

He groans softly, his body responding to your gentle touch. He tilts his head back slightly, giving you better access to his neck, the pulse point of it fluttering rapidly. "Keep doing that," he murmurs, "Please."

You slide off his body, cuddling into the crook of his arm as you continue to press sweet kisses to his neck.

Scott's arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to his body. He shivers slightly as your lips touch his neck, his skin tingling with each kiss. He closes his eyes, his hand coming up to thread through your hair. He turns his head slightly, nuzzling your hair as he basks in the feeling of your gentle affections.

His other hand gently strokes your back, tracing soft patterns across your skin. "You're going to kill me," he whispers, a hint of both pleasure and torment in his voice.

[brainddeadd]

Telling Boone you're pregnant

Boone x f!reader

The Wranglers™ x f!reader (platonic)

Fluff, established relationship

i love my booney baby

twisters masterlist

Boone is generally a happy go lucky kinda guy. He likes to think he's chill and laid back, only slightly dramatic (see: his reaction when Tyler "abandoned him").

So when you sit him down one evening, in your shared motel room for the night, and tell him that you dragged Dani to the nearest store and took a pregnancy test, which is positive, the man freaks out.

He rushes from the room, banging on the Wranglers doors and screaming that he's gonna be a dad, before stopping dead in his tracks, "oh" and rushing back to you, a goofy grins on his face and pressing kisses to every inch of your skin he can reach.

The following morning, you're greeted with a wild™ Boone. He's dragged the Wranglers into your shared room and is brainstorming ways to keep you safe and happy and finding out how long you can be in the car and begging Dexter and Dani to have you in the caravan out of harms way.

It's Dexter who notices you're awake, his comforting smile and open arms welcoming you into the day. The others all gather around, giving you hugs and congratulations, promising to be there every step of the way.

"Guys, this is serious.. where's the baby gonna shit?"

[impish-baby]

Masterlist 🎃

Fandoms:

Pokémon:

Platonic yandere Saguaro headcannons

Platonic yandere arven headcannons

Stardew valley

Platonic yandere haley headcannons

Platonic yandere stardew valley moms

Platonic yandere caregiver Elliott headcannons (agere)

Bugsnax

Platonic yandere strabby

Platonic yandere bunger

Cookie run kingdom

Platonic yandere cream ferret cookie headcannons (agere)

Original characters:

Home is where the heart is (platonic yandere familly)

Jaiden's intro (yan big bro)

The reckoning (Jaiden's reaction to reader leaving)

Marcus's intro (yan dad)

Clara's intro (yan mom)

Jack and Theo's intro (yan twin older siblings)

The twins' reaction to reader being kidnapped

A fluffy moment with them

Would the twins keep reader

The twins see reader out shopping

Reader's interlude

The family's reaction to thinking reader was kidnapped, but they actually have a romantic partner

The family's reaction to reader running away because they thought they wouldn't be supported after coming out

Marcus and Jaiden's reaction to reader being kidnapped

Platonic yandere werewolf familly

The family's reaction to reading reader's journal

Jaiden's reaction to reader having an abusive partner

Rowen's intro (werewolf father)

Summer days (Rowen fluff)

Vivian's intro (werewolf mother)

Maddison's intro (werewolf sister)

Liam's into (werewolf brother)

Do the other kids regress? (agere)

Is reader babied the most? (agere)

Both arms cradle you now (Platonic yandere estranged familly)

Burning bridges (first part)

Infant and innocent (first part continued)

Stabbing stars through my back (first part continued two)

Viliian and violent (first part fin)

Platonic yandere step brother + friend group

Platonic yandere superheros/villians

Platonic yandere "friend" group ramble

Day trips (drabble) (tyler)

Platonic yandere superhero brother fic (Cyrus) (sidekick reader)

Platonic yandere villian drabble (Eos) (vigilante reader)

Platonic yandere villian and hero fic (Eos and Nyx) (vigilante reader)

Valerian (Platonic yandere vampire caregiver)

Mother's come, she is the night (pt.1)

Sylvia (Platonic yandere witch caregiver)

Headcannons about them

How they would react to you hiding from them

Sylvia's intro (agere)

Sylvia and reader decorate a paci (agere)

Miscellaneous:

Platonic yandere ghost caregiver headcannons (agere)

Platonic yandere siren headcannons

Platonic yandere angel and demon caregivers headcanons (agere)

Platonic yandere demon king fic (Areon) (child reader)

Platonic yandere fae caregiver fic (Briar)

Platonic yandere dragon hybrid headcanons

Platonic yandere dragon headcannons (wings of fire inspired)

Platonic yandere naga brother drabble (Koda)

Platonic yandere haunted doll drabble (mathew)

Platonic yandere eldritch horror fic (jonah)

Platonic yandere alien caregiver rambles (agere)

Platonic yandere harpy familly ramble

Platonic yandere various monster siblings rambles

Platonic yandere vampire caregiver ramble

Platonic yandere caregiver stepdad headcannons

Platonic yandere caregiver stepmom headcannons

Platonic yandere queen x servant reader fic

[zhvakinnn]

Hiya can I request the sbg cast with a big brother type reader?

Like he protects them and what not. But he also annoys the shit out of them like an older sibling would

Ooo yes sorry if i was late with this request:'( and this is a headcannon

Warnings: beating someone up

(platonic)

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

When you met them you were a Year older than them yet Ben still towers you

"how the heck are you much taller than your senior?!"

Ben just stared at you scared confused, and worried

You and aiden are pretty much alike, like you both act like spider man, you annoyed them until they grow red mostly tyler

"hey Tyler wanna come with us were gonna dig a whole and watch people fall in it and were calling it love "

"what why would you do that?!"

"to watch people fall inlove"

And sometimes you kept messaging him annoying memes

You:

Him:

Yep sometimes he just gotta send something

And Taylor you respect her and protect her at all costs she's such a cinnamon roll not that much though you know she's an independent and strong woman

"slay bitch"

She then just chuckled with you sometimes you paint her nails and braids those beautiful ass long with Ashlyn and they ended up braiding you're hair but it's was difficult since it's short

Ashlyn another person who would turn red you love annoying someone who gets angry easily

But you're also scared of her due to her personality and you know she can beat the shit out of you

"hey Ashlyn" you ran smiling at her then she looked at mostly glaring at you making you froze

Then logan when you first encounter him with Barron you know what just to do

You got mad at Barron since you're much alike his senior he stop and walk away but he still didn't stop when you became friends with the gang

The next day logan was about to pass him the assignment and Barron decline and walk away

Logan was left confused hell everyone is but your not

But when they went to Savannah everything change and when you known about it you confront them seeing those Shadows too

You comforted them and tried protecting them at all costs even if you're not there you promise take care of them you love them to lose them

And thet love you even if your and asshole

Sorry I was rushing to do all you're request

Masterlist | about me | rules

[fictionalmenxyn]

I’ll try and post asap, I’m pretty busy but always feel free to request I will get around to it eventually!

Have a good day/night!! 🫶🫶

[soupiiiie]

this isnt QUITE an x reader request but could you do like a platonic comfort thing?? where josh or even both of them comfort the reader when they have a panic attack or feel bad or something??

Crowded

Platonic!Tøp x reader

word count: 930

!warning! : panic attack

Everyone was buzzing for the upcoming concert to kick off the tour. Crew were rushing back and forth to make sure everything was in order, Tyler and Josh were practicing their instruments to make sure they had everything down before going onstage. In 45 minutes the show would start, the crowd was vibrating with excitement. You sat in the green room with the boys watching them nervously practice when you got bored and decided to do something to pass the time. You stood and both boys glanced at you with questioning looks, “I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans, maybe get something to drink, I’ll be back in a bit.” They nodded and went back to practicing and preparing.

You walked down the halls of the venue down to the pit and waved at some of the security guards on the way. When you emerged from the side of the pit, some fans saw you and cheered while waving at you. You had been friends with Tyler and Josh since Tyler started the band, you helped them with music videos, song writing, lore, they thought of you as the secret third member. The fans loved you and always loved meeting you as well as the band. 

When you walked toward the barricade, said hi to some people and took pictures with them. Some of them had gifts which they gave to you and you put in a bag that someone had given you. You loved meeting everyone and seeing the people that supported your favorite people, it was an amazing feeling. Soon enough, you started to feel crowded and anxious, with so many people surrounding you, it felt like the room was getting smaller. You tried to excuse yourself but a few rows behind had pushed forward sending the people around you to get even closer. You started breathing fast and looking around scared, some fans noticed and asked if you were okay and tried to get closer. Panic was all you felt, why now did you feel the anxiety in your chest? “I-I’m so sorry, I h-have to go.” rushing the words out, you turned around to try make your way back, people pushed from left and right and you stumbled toward the back rooms. Your breathing was shallow and weak, tears formed at the edges of your eyes and finally spilled over. It felt like there was an elephant sitting on your chest. At some point while you ran to the back halls, a security guard noticed and went to tell the boys. They became very worried and quickly left the green room to look for you. “y/n? y/n? Where’d you go?” Tyler called out and soon enough, he found you sitting on the floor curled into a ball in the dark at the end of a hallway. Josh followed soon after and they both knelt down on either side of you. “Hey, we’re here, deep breaths, in and out like we always do.” Tyler’s voice eased you slightly but it was no match for the panic attack that had already taken full force.

“Y/n you’re safe, look at me please,” you raised your eyes to look into Josh’s, his full of sympathy and worry, yours full of tears, “good, hey, remember what we always do? Whats one thing you feel right now?” His voice was gentle as he tried to calm you. You put your hand on the floor, it was cold and hard against your sweaty palm.

“T-the floor.” Your voice was cracked and breathy from crying.

“And what are two things you see right now?” Tyler asked, gently rubbing your back as to not startle you. With your eyes darting around the room, you thought.

“Gear boxes… and Josh’s hair…” You hadn’t noticed, but your breathing was starting to slow back to normal, you were still crying and your heart was still racing, but you could feel yourself start to calm down. Josh smiled slightly and seeing your hands shake, he took one and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You tried to focus on the feeling it helped ground you. You took a big deep breath, trying to stop the tears coming out when Tyler handed you a napkin, letting you wipe your eyes and blow your nose. 

“Do you feel okay enough to walk back to the green room with us?” Tyler asked. Nodding, you shakily stood up still holding Josh’s hand. “Alright,” Tyler grabbed your free hand and started walking back to the room. Never in your life had you appreciated your friends more than you did now. You squeezed both of their hands and they squeezed back reassuringly.

“Thank you… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you guys didn’t come find me,” you looked between the both of them with a small smile, “I’m sorry if I took away from your prep time.” The guilt started its way into your brain. What if the concert goes wrong because they didn’t have this time to practice?

“Don’t feel guilty y/n, we’ll always be here.” Josh said smiling at you, he started swinging your hands back and forth and you giggled quietly.

“You’re our favorite person, of course we’ll help you.” Tyler chimed in and also swung your hands back and forth.You smiled at the both of them and returned to the green room. The three of you sat on the couch and hyped each other up before the show started, you couldn’t have been more grateful to have them by your side.

a/n : THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! Hope you enjoyed this one! I never know how to end my imagines lol. I loved this request and just thinking about them beinf so caring is so cute.

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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

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