#tybalt x reader 1996

[danyayeni2]

i feel like tybalt would lay with his s/o (both have bpd or a cluster b disorder) and tybalt would murmer sometimes "don't look at me." He's ashamed of himself and who he's becoming because of it, and it worries him. "Don't look at me." "Tybalt?" "Don't look at me, okay?" A solemn silence cut through the room, as Y/N held Tybalt in their arms, hiding his face in the crook of their neck. "I won't look, okay? I won't look at you." Your hand gently rubbed his back, yet you swore you felt him tense at your mere touch. "Tybalt, I'm here for you. I'm here, darling." You whispered sweet consolation in his ears, and he felt like the internal inferno that scorches his mind just...calmed down. His mind was plagued with you, your sweet words, your touch. He trembled as you held him securely. What kind of man is he? Trembling in his darling's arms? How disgusting. How disgusting he is. It feels like a trap. He's not deserving. He isn't. He never is. He never is. He never is. He never is. He never- "Ty?" He whimpered, and clung to you as if you would leave him. As if you wanted to. "Am I.....disgusting?" "What?" "You heard me. I know you did." His throat burned as he fought back his tears. He hated cracking. He hated showing weakness. "Ty, you're not disgusting. Why would you think that?" Liar. He knows you're saying that to make him feel better. You don't mean that. "Why are you....with me?" "Because I love you, because you understand me, and because I can read you." "Wh...what?" "I understand you, because you're like me, but better. You're cool, strong, and aren't as emotional. I want to feel like you." He shot up, now looking at you. His eyes were a dam ready to break- no, he was a dam ready to break, but not yet. Not until he told you his secret. "You don't want that. You never want that." His nails dug into your clothes, as his hand grabbed your shoulders for support. "You want to feel. You understand others." "I don't want to hurt anymore." "You need to. It shows you feel. It shows you're....you're human." Tears fell down on your cheek, as he sniffled and sobbed, his grip tightening. "Please. Please feel. Please be human. Please." He hastedly kissed your lips, with nothing but you on his mind. Your touch. Your scent. How intoxicating you were, even if you were considered disgusting by others. You thought he was lovely, even as the mess he is, he had to revere you. You melted into the kiss softly, and wrapped your hands around his neck, as he held you tightly against his body. He hates it. He hates how silent you make him. He hates how vulnerable he is with you. He hates how you love him. But, he doesn't hate you. He loves you. He'd die for you.

[mylas-stories]

You need me.

Yan! Tybalt x Innocent! Fem! Reader

(Cred to @/ cold--carnage for the divider)

(tw: murder, mentions of stalking) A/N: This is a gift for the lovely, @ladyinbl00d ! THANKS FOR THE IDEA :3

He knew how dangerous Verona was, but seeing his darling in the jaws of death realized just how much you needed him.

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The smell of smoke wafted in Verona's sinful air, with predators lurking all around. Yes, even in the holiest city, with Jesus and Mary peering down at their misguided children, the lambs of the mortal realm prance around in the jaws of the devil.

But you ? You were untouched, and your boyfriend, Tybalt, knew that too.

"Come on, Ty ! I'm just going to the store !" You desperately pleaded, with your arms around his neck, and your eyes repeatedly blinking at him, already leaving him in your innocent little trance. He knew about how you controlled him. One word, and he'd drop everything and do what you told him. But above all, he wanted your safety. He knew how being with him was dangerous enough, but in Verona? It's practically a death wish.

"This late at night? Come on, doll, be smart about this", his calloused hand caressed your soft cheek, and his other hand laid on your waist. He wanted you close to him tonight, and what's the harm in that? He spent his whole day making deals, interrogating civilians, signing off payments, dealing with his uncle's remarks about the future of the family. Times like those are why he's thankful that only his cousins know about you. 

You were his little secret. His little treasure. And he couldn't let anyone have you. Let anyone even see you. His poor lamb could be eaten alive by ravenous wolves, and what boyfriend would he be if he let that happen? No, no. That won’t do. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Ty, I am being smart about this! I’ve been out late at night before, and I was fine!” “You were near people.” “And I’ll be near people now! Besides, we need more groceries”, your hand laid on top of the one on your cheek, and you lean into his warmth. God, you’d kill him. “I’ll come back, untouched, unharmed. You know I will.”  But that’s what he hoped. He didn’t know whether you’d come back unharmed, untouched, or even alive. It scared him, and it beat him down. The ways you’d save him, regain his sanity, made him feel alive. A simple kiss from him would make him change his ways and become a new man. And he knew that good things would end for him. The black cat was always a foreboding omen of death, and he embraced it. But not for you. He couldn’t let Death part you both. He’d keep you locked in his heart, where no one can touch you, and-

An idea sprouted in his mind of barren soil. If you believe you’re so safe in the night’s embrace, he’d just have to show you it's dark reality, and let you run back to his light on “your own terms”.

(Divider cred to lilaquette) You skipped to the beat of the faint music of clubs and looked up at the lights. It was their deceitfully holy constellation. Booze dripped from the stars, and the smoke of the nocturnal lovers’ cigarettes could’ve confused anyone for the smell of a homely campfire. That’s what it was. Home. And, who’d be afraid of home? No one could break in, or hurt their home, not in your mind. “What was Tybalt so afraid about?” You asked yourself mentally. “The night is beautiful, and a time for people to be alive.” You simply reminisced on how you met Tybalt, not noticing a man in a black shirt and ski mask cornering you with one gun in his hand, and the other in his pocket. “Do you need any help with that?” You felt a nozzle on the back of your head, and you froze. You should’ve listened to Tybalt, but where did he come from? Why is he here for you? Never mind that, how will Tybalt feel? He’ll come back seeing you with cuts all over you…. will you even come back home? Your body tensed and shook as you heard a loud “BANG!” and sobbed, until you realized that…you were alive? No pain shot throughout your body, no injuries, and you heard a gun drop on the ground. It was the man that, you assumed, was about to rob you and…. Tybalt? His expression was solemn, as his freshly fired gun was twirled in his fingers. He walked over to you, but you quickly filled in the gap, almost causing the two of you to fall. “You were right, Ty! You were! I shouldn’t have gone out tonight! I-I should’ve stayed with you, and-” “Hey.” His simple words shut down your little ramble. “You’re safe now, doll. This night won’t hurt you anymore.” His arm snaked around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him. “Let’s go home, yeah?” “Yeah….” You leaned against his touch, all shaken up, as he appeared laid back, but was truly excited, but he wouldn’t show that. He wouldn’t show you that he slowly followed you to the store. He wouldn’t show you that he paid someone to scare you, not like he’d have to pay now anyways. He just wants to show you his care, his love. He knew you were going to come to him eventually. He knew you needed him.

(A/N: First Yan!Balt fic on this account, how we feeling?)

[tybaltcapuletslove]

MERRY TYBALT-MAS EVE :))

[tybaltcapuletslover]

(Gif not mine)

Hey! To anyone interested, I will be writing (1996) Tybalt x reader. I will not be making them talk how they actually do in the film or play because I'm too lazy to think about how to word things

If you wish to request anything, please do any and all requests will be appreciated! I will also be working on my other blog so it may take some time to post some things

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You know rn the majority of likes on blogs revolving around my personal interests are being liked by s3x ad accounts and I’m not even upset. Glad to know that viruses also enjoy fangirling over Tybalt Capulet content.

[danyayeni2]

Merci! Thank You !

ׂ╰┈➤ your boyfriend finds you dear to him, so how does he show it?

ׂ╰┈➤⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Mercutio/Tybalt x G/N! Reader (Headcanons) ╭──╯ . . . .

(A/N: This was the quickest set of HCS I’ve ever done WOW. Anyways, please enjoy this, and if you have any requests, do send me an ask!)

(DIVIDER CRED: UNKNOWN)

Mercutio Escalus:

My, my, you got the party lover’s heart? Well, aren’t you the charmer?

You two have been dating for five years, but it feels like a century, to him at least. Not like he’s always mentioned that to you.

Today marks your 5th year anniversary, and normally, you were expecting a party of sorts. Maybe even going to a club and drinking until you blackout. I mean, that IS his thing, right? He’s literally a night owl for parties.

So, you out on your best clubbing outfit, but saw Mercutio sitting on a sofa, dreads in a ponytail, and him smiling at you…in navy blue sweatpants and an oversized, short-sleeved shirt…with snacks, your favorite drinks, your favorite film, some blankets, and…wait, what?

You looked confused, and shocked, at your boyfriend, but all he did was pat his lap and held a blanket.

“Merci…what are you doing..?” “What’s it look like I’m doing, cutie?”, he outreaches his arms, wiggling his fingers. You walked over to him, and sat down on his lap, “I thought we were gonna party, like we usually do?” “Yeah, well, partying isn’t everything, especially not on a night like this.”

“Well, what are we gonna do tonight?” “Simple. We’re gonna watch TV, eat, and celebrate our anniversary together alone. Just me, you”, he leans in, his lips touching yours slightly, “and our sweet, sweet, 5th anniversary.” You giggled, and leaned in to complete his kiss.

And, for once, you were glad you didn’t go out. You were glad that you stayed home. You were glad that you two cuddled all night, with a few kisses in between.

You weren’t expecting this, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any differently.

(DIVIDER CRED: @/PLUTISM ON TUMBLR)

Tybalt Capulet:

You got TYBALT CAPULET to DATE you?? Are you Cupid’s favorite???

Look, his heart may not be the easiest to capture, but trust and BELIEVE that it’s worth it when you do.

As the notorious “Prince of Cats”, he’s mainly busy trying to handle things related to the mafia…and his family, so it’s not often you get to see him, especially in the best of moods.

And, you still try to help him relax regardless, since you don’t treat him like some money generator, and he’s taken notice of that. All of that, actually. He’s been noticing for 6 years.

So, imagine you waking up to beautiful jewelry, new shoes, or even a stack of money at the foot of your bed.

“Mmm…”, you gently shake your head, and notice that the other side of the bed is empty…again, but as you get up fully, you notice something at the end of your bed. It was (a piece of jewelry/some new clothes/a stack of money/ your gift of choice) with a little card on the side. You crawled to the card, and picked it up, as it read:

“‘Hey doll, you were still asleep when I got here, so I just wanted to give you a gift before I go. Sorry that I couldn’t be here, but Fulgenicio called me in and said that I had to help cover for Petrucchio. Nonetheless, happy anniversary.’ -Tybalt”.

You smiled softly, before smelling food downstairs. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, and went downstairs, seeing your boyfriend downstairs, cooking…for you.

He turned to you, smiling, and gave you a kiss, before putting your food on a plate, and you two eating together. You two talked all day, and spent the whole day together. Needless to say, no matter what Fulgenicio, or his family needed, it would have to wait. His doll, and this precious day, comes first before anything.

Besides, he couldn’t resist the sparkle in your eyes when he told you that he was going to stay the whole day.

(PLEASE REBLOG!)

[danyayeni2]

i really feel like as big and bad tybalt is, he would probably melt if you softly touched him, or if he’d lay against your chest like imagine this:

Ty’s coming “home” from doing his mafia things, and by home, I mean your house. He sees you sprawled on your bed, audibly groans, and then plops onto your bed, with his face directly into your chest. You rub your hand against his back, and he felt himself go red in the face.

“Mm-Hmm-mm-mmh-mm-mmmm”

“Work was bad, yeah?” You respond, laying back with your head on the pillow, smiling. “Don’t even get me started.” You burst out laughing, and Ty hid his face in your chest again, getting even redder.

and then later on, you two ramble about stuff and got some tea !

[danyayeni2]

Fancy a Date, Dollface ?

Flirty!Jealous! Tybalt (modern/1996) x gn! Reader

(Divider made by @/cafekitsune on here ! Check ‘em out ! :D) (A/N: Just as the title says, this is a slightly Flirty!Tybalt x Gen neu! Slightly “Nerdy”! Reader ! Also, a tiny little background information for this, Mercutio is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less! Of course, Ty knows this, and still hates it !) Key Terms (yeah yeah very wattpad of me bring your pitchforks): Y/N-Your Name Y/N-N: Your Nick-Name

B/F/N- Best Friend’s Name

(Also, this was made for @ladyinbl00d ! I really hope you enjoy this one especially !)

(Anyways, without further adeu, please enjoy !)

“Hey, let’s go shopping !”, they said. “It’ll be fun !”, they said. And, could you really deny them? Deny him? The party-animal? The fast talker? The cousin of the Chief of Police? Your best friend?

  How could you deny the sparkle in his eyes? (Although, now that you mention it, did he really have a spark? Or, was it his eyeshadow?) Or, his nearly high-pitched, pleading, and slightly convincing, beg of a simple, yet exaggerated, “pleeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee”, as he got on his knees, and wrapped his arms around your waist? Or, his promise to get you that new movie you oh-so desperately wanted to see? The Night’s Opened View, starring Angelo Manovincine and Catelynn Ashins, solving a murder in their high-school party? Drugs scurried around the place, sugar coated toxins covered the tongues of the most bitter booze imaginable, and hands covering cold faces, and cold cases alike. No, it was an offer you couldn’t refuse. Besides, you needed a release from your dreary, and unfortunately comfy, apartment room, so what’s the harm?

“(Y/N), come on!” His pace quickened and the intertwined grip between his smooth, well-kept hands, and your hands, “I saw some really cute shoes for you!” “Mer, trust me, I really don’t need MORE shoes!”

He paused, turned around to look at you up and down, furrowed one eyebrow, and shot you a look with an “mmhm” following. “Mer, my shoes aren’t that bad!” “….” “I JUST GOT THESE SHOES YESTERDAY.” “Creased and deceased?” “Oh, shut up.” A goofy grin followed his face, before running off into another store, yelling, “I’LL GET YOU SOME SHOES IN HERE!” “WAIT, MER-“ And he was gone like the wind..like always. 

“Why does he always do this?”, you asked yourself, out-loud, in fact. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t, seeing you talk to yourself would make anyone run off.” Oh, God. It’s him again. His slightly raspy voice, his sarcasm, his…eyes. Those Dark brown eyes. Those dark, slightly lidded, brown eyes. 

It was him, it was always him.

“I’d be thankful that a pretty face like yours goes a long way.” You see him look you up and down, and give his signature toothy grin. You sigh, “What do you want, Tybalt?” He smirked a little, and simply tilted his head, “Awww, don’t wanna see me?” He leaned in close to you, much to your feigned annoyance. “Not here, and especially not up close. Not to say I can’t see your whiskers from afar, though.” The corner of your lips turned into a smile, and you could hear the ticking of a bomb, slowly going off. Tick, tick, tick, tick. And you couldn’t wait until it exploded. 

“You just love that little cat metaphor, don’t you?” “What? It’s funny”, you lowered your voice, hoping Tybalt wouldn’t hear, “and cute.” “Cute? That’s what you wanna call this?” An idea popped in your head, and you brought him closer by a little tie on his somewhat formal black adorned attire, “Maybe it is, what’s it to you?” Your fingers slithered up his tie, as you slowly undid it, and he hummed in response, looking into your eyes. “To me, it’s unfair.” You stopped tying his tie, his words catching your attention. “Unfair how ?” “Unfair because we all know who has eyes that you can stare into for days.” He smirked more, seeing you continue to play with his tie. “And from the looks of it, I can, with how alone you are.” “Actually”, you pull him in closer, your mouth to his ear, “I’m with someone.” The venom poisoned his tone, as he looked away, feeling a tinge of jealousy course through his veins. “Oh..? And, who’s the one…?” Please be a friend, please be a friend, please be a friend-

“Mercutio.” 

Oh God, it’s even worse.

  Not only is their “friend”, but it’s that flirtatious bastard. Great. You bent back, and yanked on the tie a little, just before patting on it. And, he would’ve given you a reaction, had he not been consumed with the thought of him joking with you, smiling at you, all things he can do for you. “So that’s who left you today, right ?” You groan a little, and nodded, which gave him a little more satisfaction.

“You know, I can treat you better, doll.” “Oh, please, and just what are you gonna do? give me some flowers and wow me?” “C’mon dollface, give me some credit. You and me? We’re in sync.” “Oh, yeah? What am I thinking right now?” He paused, looking away from you, reaching behind his back, and pulling out two tickets. “If I were to guess, I’d say you’d want to see…..oh, I forgot what it’s called….’The Night’s Opened View’?” “Tease.” You thought, yet still visibly excited, and quite shocked. You hardly mentioned this movie, except to Mercutio a few hundred times, but to no one else ! So, how did he- “When we went to the store, I saw you looking at the poster for three hours. Almost like how you look at me. Almost.” Bet he wouldn’t do that for you. You paused, then felt hot. “So, it’s a yes, or do I have to convince you ?” “What are you gonna do, kitty?” “What I have to.” He brings your hands up to his lips, and gives them a peck, all while looking at you..it feels way hotter in here than before. “Of course, you won’t break my heart, right, doll ?” “..What if I did?” “…You wouldn't do that, doll.” He gets closer, his lips hovering over yours, hand on your chin, “You know you want me. You, and those pretty porcelain lips of yours.” “I want to make you explode." He chuckles, "I'll cherish you too, dollface."

You playfully scoffed, but deep down, you knew it was true. You knew that your heart was his. You knew that no matter how much you wanted to push him away, tease him, maybe even judge him, you always loved him. “Fine, I’ll go see it with you, but you’re paying for everything.” “Not a problem, you know I like spoiling you. All you gotta do is ask, doll.” He holds your hand, his thumb massaging your knuckles, “Oh, and don’t bring him along. I just want it to be us, alone.” “Him?”, you paused, “Who’s him- Wait- What’s wrong with Mercutio ?” “.....” “..Fine, I’ll come at 5.” He smiled, then immediately heard Mer’s laugh, and the corners of his lips went south. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” “Maaaaaaaybe.” He chuckled, “Don’t toy with me like that, doll.” and walked off. “(Y/N-N) !” Mercutio’s voice trilled in the air as he skipped towards you. “I found these shoes, and they’re SO cute ! Aaaaand, it’ll be perfect for our movie night tonight !” He hugged you, but you felt both hot and cold. Chilly and warm. Conflicted. “Oh, Mer, I’m gonna be busy tonight ! I need to see (B/F/N) for their ‘newest art invention’.” You applied air quotes, trying to hide the fact that you’re lying to Mer, and acting as if your “(B/F/N)” wasn’t the man you’ve been smitten for since God knows how long. “Oh….aw man….” He lowered his head, but you quickly cupped his face, “Come on, after I help (B/F/N), we’ll watch a whole marathon of movies ! You’re pick this time too !” He quickly smiled, and kissed the palm of your hand. “Alright, alright, I forgive you.” “Good, now,” you tap his shoulder, and run off, “LAST ONE TO LEAVE’S GONNA HAVE TO SHAVE PRINCE’S MUSTACHE TOMORROW NIGHT !” “HEY, I DID IT LAST TIME !” He quickly sprints after you, cackling, while Tybalt watches.

“...Come on, Doll, make a better choice than him.” His eyes shut, as the question that plagues him infects him yet again: “…What does he have that I don’t ?”

(A/N: Whew, it’s been a while since I’ve made a one-shot, and even longer of it being an x reader ! I do hope that I made Tybalt seem flirtatious in your eyes (and in-character too) ! I also hope that it isn’t too bad or incomprehensible, and that you all have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening/ night ! :D)

[danyayeni2]

[danyayeni2]

i believe in lowkey off putting bfs

Tybalt should be covered in blood with an axe and John Wick should cradle you as bodies surround you and they both reassure you "Come on, doll, I'm not gonna hurt you." "Hey, it's okay. You're with me." And they kiss you while they're both covered with blood

[danyayeni2]

tybalt x reader where they flirt with each other guys

[tybaltcapuletslove]

Happy Tybalt thuresday!!

[tybaltcapuletslove]

Tybalt x Reader Fluff (as requested :)))

A/n: sorry if it’s bad. This is my first time writing in a long time. Maybe at some point I’ll go back and revise it so it’s not as shitty. Also this is based on 1996 Tybalt. And sorry I don’t use the dialogue used in the movie 😭 but like I’m not ab to do all that plus it’s easier to understand this way

Tybalt Capulet- Sleepover

Tonight was a very important night for me. It was my first night in my new home.

However, as excited as I was to have my own place, a large place (at least for one person) at that, I was terrified.

I’ve never been alone. I’ve always lived with my parents in their mansion which was constantly filled with servants and visitors there for business. I was never alone, there was always someone at least a few doors down.

Now I was here all alone. It was dark outside but there wasn’t a star to be seen. I was in my living area with every light on watching tv, terrified to go to my room and sleep.

What if someone breaks in? A fire? A heart attack? There would be no one to help me.

Then my overthinking was interrupted by loud knocking. I jumped from my couch terrified and almost screamed, but luckily I stopped myself.

“Who is it?” I questioned.

“It’s me, Tyblalt! Sorry I’m here so late! However since you’re awake can you open the door. I have some things to give you!”

I sighed putting my hand over my fast paced heart. It was just my good friend Tybalt. I had expected him earlier today as he had mentioned coming over before with gifts from his aunt and uncle who do business with my parents. Also he mentioned just wanting to visit me, we hadn’t had any alone time in a long while.

Me and him were always close and always went off together, just us two. It was fun. So many stolen glances. So many stolen kisses. So much happiness.

Me and him weren’t anything though. We were just close friends, who happened to be too close at times.

I opened the door for him and he came in carrying and gift bag.

“Do you not have a maid” He questioned.

“No, I wanted to try living in my own with no help, which isn’t going so well.” I replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s really scary here. I’ve never been alone, let alone at night. I’m so worried that something bad might happen.”

He sat down the bag and got closer to me, “Would you like me to stay then?” He asked with that sharp smile of his.

God, he was so gorgeous. That smile always had me head over heels.

“You don’t have to if you don’t w-“

“If I didn’t want to I wouldn’t have offered.” He said sternly.

I didn’t know what else to say so I just nodded and led him into the living room.

“If you’re tired you can go upstairs and take any room you’d like, but I want to keep watching tv.” I sat down on the couch, Tybalt sat beside me. “Oh and what did, im assuming lady capulet since she’s the one who usually deals with gift giving, send you with?”

“Oh it was just a tea kettle and a card saying congratulations, and asking if you’d still be attending the dinner party along with your parents this Thuresday.”

“Oh how thoughtful of her.” I rolled my eyes playfully. I never cared much for their business affairs or fancy parties, but it’s all they cared about when it came to me. The Capulets always made sure to stay on my parents good side to keep good business, and one of the ways they did that was through me. They’d give inexpensive gifts and would always make sure I was attending their parties, and when my parents were around them they’d always say sweet things to me. Lady Capulet was always kind to me in the coldest way.

Tybalt let out a little laugh and asked, “You are attending though? I would like it if you did attend.”

“I’ll think on it.” I joked knowing full well that I’d go just because he asked for me to.

After a little more chitchatting I became tired, but I kept fighting my sleep. I was enjoying his presence too much and I didn’t want to lose any time with him. After all, I don’t get to see him much anymore.

“Are you tired my lady?”

I shook my head, “not really. Just keep talking.” He smiled at me and continued on with our little conversation, I laid my head down on the arm of the couch.

I felt myself slowly slipping away to the sound of his voice until it was all quiet and my eyes could only see darkness.

-

During the night I must have moved some, as I woke up laying on his chest. I looked up at him. For someone in such an uncomfortable sleeping position, on a hard couch at that, he looked so peaceful. My movements must’ve startled him though because he began waking up.

I don’t know why but I decided to fake being asleep.

I felt him move some, and when I squinted my eyes open some I saw him looking down at me. He had a tired smile of him face.

His arms wrapped around me gently, as if trying not to wake me.

“Oh y/n, I wish I could wake up to this every morning.”

I felt myself blush a little, but I hoped it wasn’t too noticeable.

Then when he moved his hand to swoop some hair from my face I decided it was a good time to open my eyes.

“Goodmorning.” I said, my voice was still a little strained from sleep. I sat up , not pulling too far away from him though. “You know you should’ve went upstairs and found a bed to sleep in so you wouldn’t be stuck on this couch with me.”

“Why would I want to go all the way up there when I could fall asleep looking at you instead?”

I blushed at the question, “what do you mean by that, mr capulet?” I questioned him playfully.

“Y/n, I love you.” He said so suddenly. I was taken by surprise, and moved in fast stealing a kiss from him. It was an unexpected move, especially coming from me, but we seemed to both enjoy it.

“Oh Tybalt, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words leave your mouth.”

The end :)

[tybaltcapuletslove]

Why is it every time I post something ab Tybalt I get a bunch of comments from sex bots I have to delete 😭😭 it’s not even just me either it’s like they seek out Tybalt lovers

[mylas-stories]

❝Ah, you found it. The pages woven by time, and the leather worn and chipped away, yet still retains the strong sense of memories all throughout. Please, have a look at what it offers you. ❞ ☠- Yandere content

⚠- Dark content/Dead Dove DO NOT EAT

My artworks: Romeo + Juliet (1996) John Wick:

My writing:

Romeo + Juliet:

☠- You need me. (Yan! Tybalt x Reader)

John Wick:

My headcanons:

Romeo + Juliet John Wick:

Exorcist! John Wick x half!breed darling (LOOSELY based off of 2005 Constantine)

(More will be added soon.)

[tybaltcapuletslove]

More ppl need to acknowledge how fine he is.