Heyyyy haven’t seen you post in a while so just wanted to do a welfare check to make sure you’re okay ♥️
Thank you so much, angel! In all honesty, I haven’t been too great. I’ve had a lot happen in the past few weeks that has taken a bit of a mental toll on myself, not going to lie. I’m slowly trying to get my spark back though. I just think it’s going to be a very long journey. Thank you so much for checking in, I appreciate you all so much ❤️🖤❤️🖤
I have dentist trauma thanks to the dentist I went to that scammed me for years
My trauma stems from being a kid. I had a loose tooth that just wouldn't come out, so my mum took me to the dentist and the dentist decided to reef it out with no pain relief, numbing etc. Traumatising as fuck for a 5 year old.
OMG I LOVE U (I found y our lover boy headcanons from Tyler and im so happy I found a Tyler writer) could you do Tyler headcons but like season 2 Tyler? The kinda dark one? I lowkey feel like he'd be obsessed when hes in love with somone and I NEED those headcanons
Thank you so much! I'm actually slowly working on this headcanon. Tyler is definitely a boy who becomes obsessed when he is in love. Just varying different ways.
"She spends months obsessing over the monster in the woods and talking to me about her investigation, but when she finds out who it is -"
"We came this close to slow dancing at the Rave'n until Lucas and his stupid prank ruined it; they didn't even use real blood. She would have looked even more beautiful covered in blood"
"She attempts to kill her school's water polo team and says she'd do it again, which is super hot, but I kill people and say how I like the smell of their fear she ghosts me for months"
"Spend hours planning our date, getting her a black flower, buying black and white popcorn buckets, hanging fairy lights, setting up the projector, picking a movie I knew she'd find scary and afterwards right when we're about to kiss, my dad and his deputies barge in"
"I killed Rowan because he was strangling her. I saved her life, but what does she do when she finds out I'm a hyde? Tortures me"
"She walks nearly a half hour to the Weathervane at night to tell me we can finally date and to kiss me. We kiss twice. Then she runs out after she has a vision of me killing our therapist that she didn't even like"
"I called her a cockroach, and she said, 'Please, flattery will get you nowhere' it was so hot"
"I lie to her, so she tortures me, so I try to kill her, but I could have sworn I heard her parents say that trying to kill each other is foreplay in their family"
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Chained up Tyler this, monster Tyler that, how about cute barista Tyler? huh? How about the Tyler smiling nervously at the Weathervane customers before frantically trying to find what’s wrong with the coffee machine.
Look at him with that awkward smile like “hehe sorry about that could you just give me a min”
summary: Tyler Galpin is a lover boy and I will die on this hill
warnings: 18+ mdni (honestly not that smutt though), light smut, fluff, loverboy!Tyler, yearning, just a disgusting amount of fluff to be honest.
a/n: This is a little short but it's still cute. Tyler is a lover boy and he deserves to be treated as such. @strawberryshortcake20
-Tyler doesn't fall very often but when he does, he falls fast and hard. He was smitten the moment you walked into The Weathervane, worn book tucked under your arm and nose red from the frosty chill outside. You offer him a friendly tight-lipped smile when you order your coffee.
-Tyler takes extra long to make it, making sure the foam is the perfect level and even designs small hearts, watching as you pick up the cup and stare down at the hearts. How the pink tint on your cheek matches the red on your nose as you smile at him again before hurriedly walking away to find a spare table. He smiles to himself when he sees you choose to face the counter rather than the outside at your booth.
-He spends the rest of the time stealing quick glances at you, quickly looking away when he catches you watching him over the edge of your book too. Though neither of you can hide the smile on your faces. He watches carefully as you tuck the book back under your arm and walk towards the door. 'Stay warm, it's getting colder.' He says quickly as you pass him.
-Tyler can't help but grin when you stop by the next day too. Smiling shyly at him over the scarf wrapped around your neck as you order your coffee again. Tyler had been practicing another design for the rest of his shift yesterday, hoping you would return. Grinning when he slides it over and the teddy bear bounces on the foam. 'For you.'
-Tyler had always been told he's too much, too quickly for people. If he likes you, he is all in from the moment he decides he wants to be with you. Which can be a little overwhelming when you're young and discovering who you are but he doesn't believe in wasting moments. Why play games when you know what you want, and he wanted you.
-He's about grand gestures, and the small ones. His mother (and his father, though he'll never admit it) raised him to be a gentleman. Open the door, shut the car door for them, walk them home, remember important dates, never forget flowers and remember their favourite color and movie. And Tyler always does, when he loves someone, it's like they become ingrained in his mind. He remembers things no one else would think of, how warm you like the temperature in the car, just the right amount of sugar in your coffee, your favourite winter coat, how much peanut butter on your toast, the perfect amount of syrup on your homemade sunday's.
-He'd always thought it was a burden to feel so strongly about people, but with you, it feels different. You always smile at the small gestures like the different latte arts he practices, how Tyler knows exactly how warm you like your sweet treats to be heated up. You don't think it's too much, instead you stare at him with wide eyes every time and coy smiles.
-Tyler has always believed that love should feel like a song. The kind that raises goosebumps on your skin, makes the hair on your arms stand up, send shivers down your spine, and he works towards bringing that feeling to life. They say life isn't like the movies, but Tyler will try his hardest to make it feel like it is for you.
-He's a gentle lover too, sure, he's not overly experienced, but he takes the time to know your body and what you like. How you shiver when his hands trails up the inner skin of your thigh. The way you breath hitches when he kisses down the base of your throat. How you push yourself into his hands when he paws at your breasts through your shirt. The way you smile when he places a protective arm around your shoulder afterwards, making sure you are warm enough. He always makes sure there is a fresh bottle of water for you too, handing it over to you and insisting you drink because workouts cause dehydration and he didn't want you to get a headache.
-He knows it's cliched but he goes all out for your first time together. Making sure the scented candles make his room smell divine, fresh sheets and bedding, the flowers creating the heart on the bed and the candles illuminating your features softly as you lay beneath him. All wide eyes and soft skin, mewling beneath him as he explores your body for the first time and groaning at the way you subtly arch into him throughout. He has prepared for after too, bought the bath bomb specifically for this as he sits behind you in the bath, holding your body close as your eyes flutter as you comfortably melt into him. Only waking you when the water starts to go cold, and insisting on carrying you back to his room, gently laying you down on the bed before crawling in next to you, grinning as you roll into him.
-He doesn't like the traditional dates either. The lazy idea of taking you somewhere for dinner and then a movie, of course you still have dates like this but he always greets you with your favorite flower and buys you ice-cream afterwards, grinning down at you as you happily eat the cold treat.
-He ignores the taunts and jokes from the people around him, calling him whipped and lover boy especially when he presents you with a teddy bear that he had bought back from a trip he took with his dad. He sees the misery and fights that occur between the people around him because they don't do enough, they don't show enough affection, they withhold their emotions and Tyler figures being a lover boy isn't too bad after all especially when you always greet him with a bounce in your step and a happy wave.
-For your six month anniversary he talks his dad into letting him borrow the truck for the night. Spending the day loading the back up with mattresses and blankets, carefully placing the lights and flowers around the car. Gleefully covering your eyes as he leads you to the secluded area just past his house. Watching happily as your eyes widen at the sight of the decorated truck and bunch of flowers waiting for you.
-He knew that many people his age, particularly boys, liked to play the game. Will they or won't they? Do they like you or don't they? But Tyler has never been like that, if he likes you then he will not hide his feelings, especially if he thinks you feel the same way. He knows how short life can be, and he doesn't want to waste a second of it regretting not spending enough time with you.
-He doesn't discredit feelings either, he listens when you raise concerns and want to discuss things. He likes listening to you talk, even about small things. How your eyes light up a certain way when you speak about a favourite book or film. The way your hands became more animated when you get into the topic, the way you pause and blush when you catch him studying you carefully, stopping yourself but smiling when Tyler reaches out and takes your hand. 'Keeping talking.'
-He loves watching your reactions too, the small smile he finds himself having when he watches you experience something for the first time. Like the first time you watch Alien, and your wide eyes at the infamous dinner scene, his small laugh as you cover your eyes and groan, shaking your head. He thinks your reactions are worth more than whatever you're both watching, he wants to imprint them in his mind, keeping them there forever.
-He loves kissing too, gentle kisses to the side of your mouth when he walks you home. Passionate kisses hidden away in his room or your own, hands roaming your body as he tries to relish in the taste of you, his lips almost leaving your own bruised. His favourite kind of kisses are the ones you give him when he isn't expecting it, you had been the one to kiss him first. Walking home from watching a movie at his house, Tyler's hands shoved in his pocket as he enjoys the comfortable silence. Smiling at you when you reach your house, though his eyes widen when you lean forward, bouncing on your heels slightly and pressing your lips against his softly. Once you kiss him first (he firmly believes that ladies should make that move firstly), he is done. He knows he never wants to stop kissing you. His hand gently cupping your cheek and grinning down at you before pressing his lips hungrily against yours.
-You invite him to a family members wedding. Mumbling how you didn't want to go but it was an obligation. Tyler makes sure his suit is pressed and finds out what colour your dress is through your mother so his tie can match. Though he'll never admit it aloud but he thinks you look more beautiful than the bride as you sit next to him, your hand holding his gently as you both watch the ceremony. And Tyler had never thought much about marriage but dancing with you on the dance floor that night, he figures it doesn't seem like such a bad idea getting to dance with you like this for the rest of his life.
-It doesn't take him long to say I love you, in fact, he is pretty sure he was ready a week after knowing you but even he knows that might be a little too much. It's a quiet night on your couch, your parents out, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you watch a movie. Tyler glancing down at you, wearing his sweatshirt and baggy sweats. Your hair is messy and you look the most perfect you ever have to him. 'I love you.' He mutters out, he feels you still beneath him, pulling away and staring at him with wide eyes. Tyler waiting with baited breath, until you smile softly at him. 'I love you too.'
-He brings you a flower, every single date, even if it's just watching movies at home. He learns that pink carnations are your favourite, so every date, he is happily holding one in his hand as you smile at him and take the flower. What he doesn't expect though, is to find them carefully pressed and preserved when looking through your drawer for your lip gloss you had asked for. Pausing when he sees each flower carefully preserved and in your top drawer. Little tags on each other, stating which date the flower was given. Yes, Tyler Galpin may be a lover boy, but you were a lover girl too. And you were entirely his.
you are the BEST and quite frankly (and sadly☹️) one of the only tyler galpin writers I know, SO OFCOURSE IM GONNA COME TO YOU FOR REQUESTS☺️
so speaking of tyler, I NEED MORE HEADCANONS OF HIM PUH LEAASSEEEE😭🙏 the 'scent' one was literally so spot on to his actual character and not like it was just your interpretation of him, which i love so so much, so im quite literally just requesting for any genre of headcanons you want to write for and whenever youre free to write for it, BUT PRETTY PLEASE WITH A PRETTY CHERRY ON TOP🙏 and tag me if you could please once/if this gets answered, HAVE A GOOD DAAAYYY☺️😚
Im not sure if it's a coincidence that I came back to this but I'm actually working on another head canon as we speak! Loverboy Tyler, of course.
warnings: 18+mdni, smut, swearing, public sex, cock warming, stalking, primal play, spitting, slapping (consensual), dark!Tyler, rough sex
Really, you weren't sure why you had agreed to attend the Halloween fright night with him. He wasn't exactly your type. He was the type who still wore his Letterman jacket and opened the car door for you.
Perhaps it was nothing more than a distraction, to clear your mind and purge it of the one person who always seemed to take space there.
Tyler Galpin.
It wasn't the typical small-town romance that most expected from the children of Jericho. You start dating in Freshmen year, keep photos of your prom proudly on the mantle and marry straight out of high school. Just like your parents had done.
No, Tyler was something else entirely.
It had started out simple enough. You both had gotten job at the Weathervane straight out of high school. You'd known him vaguely, in that sense that everyone knew each other in Jericho. You knew his father was Sheriff and he knew your parents owned the small fruit and vegetable shop.
The small talk was fine enough. Tyler could sometimes crack a joke. You created inside jokes to get through the gruelling shifts. Created disgusting drinks and see who could drink the most before gagging.
It all started one night, both of you on closing shift. It had involved whipped cream, Tyler accidentally spraying you with some and laughing. You had returned the favour, spraying someone on his cheek as he stared at you with wide eyes.
Before you could even stop yourself, you'd leaned forward, grinning as you licked the sweet substance.
What you hadn't expected was Tyler's hand snapping out and grabbing your wrist. An unfamiliar look in his eyes as he stared at you.
'You have no idea what you've just fucking done.'
The rest was history.
Your relationship, if you can even call it that was unconventional to say the least. It was as if Tyler unleashed something in you, something dark that had been itching beneath the surface, begging to be set free.
The sex was messy and animalistic. There were no sweet nothing's whispered in your ear or gentle touches.
No, Tyler would growl as he marred your body with red and blue marks, notes to a symphony that only the two of you would ever understand.
He would bend you over his desk and bring his belt down on your bare skin as you whimpered beneath him.
He would pull at your hair, slap your face and wrap a hand around your throat, position in your body in ways that would make you ache for days.
He would always smirk as he'd watch you limp into the shop. Knowing exactly why you flinched every time you sat down or why it ached every time you took a step.
'Don't worry, I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow.' He'd whisper in your ear as he brushed past you before greeting a customer with a friendly smile.
And he'd make good on his promise. You had to call in sick to work the next day.
You knew it wasn't right. That there was something inherently wrong with you for desiring such a thing. That whatever Tyler bought to the surface needed to stay buried deep before it took you over completely.
Which is why you'd agreed to the date. He was a regular and he always gave you a pleasant smile and a nice tip. He was exactly the type of person everyone expected a good small town girl to be with.
An upstanding young man, as your mother would call him.
'Maybe we can take a hay ride together, later?' He suggested as you walked through the Halloween fare at Pilgrim World. Watching as people ran by you, screaming and giggling as the various scare actors chased after them.
'Sure, sounds great.' You say distractedly as you glance around
You had remember the look on Tyler's face when you told him you had a date.
'What time are we meeting later?' He'd asked as you pulled a brownie from the display cabinet.
You glance up at him and clear your throat awkwardly.
'I- um- I actually have a date tonight for the Halloween fare at Pilgrim World.'
Tyler stiffens at the coffee machine. You watch as his grip on the milk jug tightens. His jaw clenching as he nods his head.
'Are you going?' You ask, wondering if he had asked someone himself.
'Those things are lame as shit. I'd rather stay at home. Going alone would suck anyway.'
You weren't dating.
Hell, you barely did anything besides fucking and working together.
'He asked me. I thought it might be time to do something other than- what we do.'
'Lets hope you don't get too scared.'
Except coming from him, it sounded like a warning.
So far the date had been uneventful, they had gone all out this year. Decorations and scare actors running around, you watch with a bored expression as people around you scream in delight and run from the actors chasing after them. Your date is laughing along with everyone else, you should be enjoying yourself, but really you are bored and uninterested in anything your date is talking to you about.
Every time your date reaches for your hand, you would pretend to be distracted by something or point something out as you smile at him. This time you were genuinely distracted by the site of delicious candy apples when you collide with someone.
Gasping as you stare up at the shirtless, masked figure staring down at you. Letting out a nervous laugh as your date does too.
'Good job, buddy, you got me.' You say, giving him a small clap as you go to step around him.
Instead the scare actor simply steps back with you and continues to stare at you through the mask.
You clear your throat awkwardly. This person clearly took their job very seriously.
'Okay, well enjoy scaring the pants off kids.' You muttered, stepping around him with your date.
Glancing over your shoulder and nervous to see the scare actor still staring intensely at you.
'I think he liked you.' Your date teases.
You glance over your shoulder again, sighing in relief when you see the masked actor has disappeared into the growing crowd.
You try to enjoy your date, smiling thankfully at him when he wins you a small stuffed toy that looked like a pumpkin or the awkward hayride by the woods. Resisting the urge to pull out your phone and text Tyler, see if he wanted to meet up later.
Every so often you swore you caught a glimpse of the masked actor from before, watching you from the distance. His gaze following you through the crowd, but every time you looked back, there was no sign of him.
It's when you are walking through the crowd again, picking at the cotton candy your date had bought you. Barely listening to a word he was saying, something about his senior year football game.
'I've just gotta go to the bathroom, do you mind waiting here?' He asks.
You finally glance up at him, shaking your head. 'Sorry?'
'I said I've just gotta go to the bathroom, do you mind waiting for me?'
You force a bright smile and nod.
Leaning on a pole away from the crowd as you take a small bite of your cotton candy. Wondering how much longer you have to keep this date going. He was nice, but he was boring, there was nothing exciting or enticing about him.
You push yourself off the pole, heading towards the main route when someone jumps in front of you. You let out a small scream as the cotton candy falls to the ground. The same scare actor as before, rolling your eyes.
'Thanks a lot, that cotton candy was the best part about tonight.' You snap. Not in the mood for pleasantries anymore. He still isn't speaking, his head tilting as he stares at you.
Even though you can't see his eyes, you can feel them burning into you. You run your tongue across your bottom lip in frustration as you try to move around him. He takes an easy step to the side to block your exit.
Your shoulder slumping in annoyance. There were plenty of other people he could bother tonight, people who would actually enjoy it. You grit your teeth and nod your head at him, trying to side step him again but he does the same motion again.
'Seriously!' You snap, the actor still standing before you, still not uttering a word. 'Go and scare someone else, it isn't funny anymore.'
You try to step around the actor but he steps in your way as you huff in annoyance. There were plenty of other people who would love to be chased by a masked, shirtless man and you weren't one of them. You had someone else on your mind.
'I said move, jackass!' You snap, pushing on his chest and storming past him.
Your eyes darting around the fare, looking to see if your date had returned from the bathroom yet.
You feel a hand wrap around your throat. A strong body pushed against you as your dragged into the darkened woods.
'One sound, and I'll rip your throat out.' Tyler's voice growls in your ear as you stiffen.
His hand releasing from your throat as you turn to face him. Tyler ripping the mask off and throwing it carelessly to the ground.
'Tyler- what are you-'
His finger comes up to his lips, telling you to be quiet and you snap your mouth shut.
'You think it's okay to go on a date with some pathetic loser?' He asks in a low voice, taking a step towards you as you walk backwards until your back collides with a tree. The bark digging into your back as Tyler looms over you.
'We were never dating, you said so yourself-'
'Have you let him fuck you?'
You shake your head. It was barely a date, you simply agreed to go with him so you would have company for the evening. Someone to maybe hold your hand in the haunted house or to bob for apples. Almost stupidly innocent, really. Perhaps you had agreed to the date because he was the opposite of how you felt towards Tyler. There was no carnal attraction, no burning need to surrender yourself completely or willingness to do so.
You were in control for once.
'He wants to fuck you, you know. I can smell it on him. He's practically drowning in it. He thinks if he acts like a gentleman, you might just let him.'
Tyler leans forward, eagerly lapping up the sweat that had formed above your collarbone, dragging his teeth along with the sensitive bone as you involuntarily shudder.
'He doesn't know you like I do, that you don't want a gentleman.'
His hand coming up, running a finger down your cheek before raising his hand and bringing it down across your cheek.
'He doesn't know that you crave the pain, the sounds you make when I wrap my hand around your throat and squeeze. How you beg me to go harder every time, almost snapping you in half. The way your nails drag down my back.'
You shiver at the memories of what Tyler had done to you, things that no one else had ever done. Tyler chuckling as he shakes his head at you.
'I watched you all night. How bored and miserable you looked. No doubt waiting to leave and get to me so I can fuck away the boredom.'
And damn it, if he wasn't correct about that.
'Does he know you're wetter for me already than you have been all night?'
He takes a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards him before pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is nothing like the one you had shared with your date earlier.
It was teeth and tongue. Tyler forcing his tongue inside your mouth, biting down on your lip as he groans against your mouth. Pulling away, but still holding your hair tightly.
'Keep that pretty little mouth open.'
You do as he says, watching as Tyler licks his lips before spitting in your mouth, a sardonic grin appearing as he watches you swallow it without question. Your heart thumping in your chest, but no longer from fear, but from divine desire, a carnal need that only Tyler was able to bring out in you.
His thumb coming down and roughly swiping across your lips. Grinning down at you. His hand raising as he brings it down across your cheek. The sharp sting only making you want him more.
'Thats just to remind you about who you belong to.'
He spins you around, slamming you into the tree as he grunts behind you, pulling and tugging on your clothes until your bottoms are pulled down and your underwear pushed to the side, Tyler pressing himself against you.
'Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to, hmm?'
'How do you want it?' He asks in a low voice.
'Tyler-'
'I said how do you want it?'
'Hard.'
He grunts in acknowledgement. The sound of his zipper undoing and soon you feel him pressing against your pussy. He isn't gentle, he never is. He slams into you in one, fluid movement, his groan of pleasure filling your senses.
He doesn't move, instead stilling inside you as you squirm at the fullness of him.
'Maybe you don't deserve me fucking you,' he mutters in your ear. 'Maybe I should make you stay here, feeling my cock inside you until your begging me to fuck you.'
'Tyler.' You whimper out, gyrating your hips. Trying to create some friction.
Tyler clicks his tongue, gripping your hips tightly. Digging his fingers painfully, you know they will leave bruises. You attempt to move but Tyler is stronger, keeping you in place.
'Disobedience doesn't get you what you want.'
His fingers are digging in even harder now. You clench your eyes shuts. It was becoming almost painful now, having him inside you but feeling no relief.
'I want to hear you say it and then I might give you what you want.'
'ibelongtoyou.' You mutter out.
Tyler chuckling darkly behind you, moving his hips a fraction, causing your head to fall against the tree at the small amount of relief the snap of his hips provided.
'Louder.'
'I belong to you!' You wail out.
Tyler breathes in deeply behind you, reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
'That's my good girl.'
He begins thrusting into you relentlessly. The bark of the tree scratching against your body and the feel of his hips snapping against yours was the perfect mixture of ecstasy and pain. Tyler gripping your hips roughly as he growls behind you. His breath hot against your back.
'Always such a desperate girl for me.' He hisses through his teeth. Angling his hips upwards so his cock hits that delicious sweet spot inside you, a spot only he seemed able to find.
Pulling you by your hips so your back is flushed with his chest, his lips and teeth on your neck, a hand roughly kneading your breasts through your shirt as you whimper against him. Eyes shut in sheer pleasure as he grinds his hips, laughing as he bottoms out.
A groan escaping him as you flutter around him, the first indication you were close.
'Come on baby, cum with me.'
The growl in his voice sends a shiver of carnal pleasure up your spine as you clench around him, almost collapsing if he hadn't been there to hold you up.
'Fucking perfect.' He grunts out as he stills inside you before groaning loudly into your neck.
He stays inside you, lazily thrusting into you before pulling his dripping cock out slowly.
He steps back, tucking himself back into his jeans roughly as you try to gather yourself. Still panting and coming down from your high.
Your legs are shaking as you feel Tyler's cum drip down your leg as you catch your breath, Tyler smirking at you. He walks towards you, his hand wrapping around your throat tightly and pulling you into him.
'You're going to return back to your date, my cum dripping down your leg and have a good rest of the night with him,' he breathes out, lips dancing against yours. 'And then you're going to come to my house and I'm going fuck you until you forget his name. Understood?'
He releases your throat roughly as you stare darkly at him, a small smirk gracing your lips.
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