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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐚 .｡.:*✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 - 21

irish ☆ non-binary ☆ autistic

multifandom ☆ it (2017) lover

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i cannot stop minors from viewing or interacting with my work. but i'd appreciate it if any minor intreracting with my work would be atleast 16+ (if you are below that age, just do not interact. you will be blocked.)

this blog contains dark content. beware.

reader will always be afab refered to as they/them.

i write what i want to. i decided to not take requests (wich i did before). thoughts are alway welcome though ! :)

DNI IF RACIST/XENOPHOBE/TRANSPHOBE/HOMOPHOBE ETC.

adding nick clark &anduin wrynn to the list of characters i write for!

oh my god!! thank u everyone🥹🫶🏻 so grateful n glad that ppl enjoy my silly little stories🥲❤️

OH GOD ideas ideas ideas, started twd and glenns my favorite… so i've read smth on ao3 with negan's daughter falling in love with daryl… so basically this but with glenn? (like he stays alive ofc😭) not the whole fanfic js the same concept with glenn😖😖

dark!tyler galpin headcanons

cw; stalking, obsessive thoughts, masturbation, manipulation, hunter & being hunted (idfk what else to call this)

will do more of this :) i'm kinda nervous posting this :,)

today is my birthday (CET) by the way, just turned 20 haha

he's obsessed with you. he really is. following you everywhere; through the forest, back to nevermore, to the antique shop or therapy. and everytime you would question it, he'd just say: "oh, i was just passing by" with a smile on his face. you believed it each time, wich made everything easier. he got used to your routine, knowing when you'd walk home or went for a walk.

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everytime you visited weathervane he tried to be the one who served you. he wanted to rip the head off of whoever was serving you when it wasn't tyler himself.

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at night he couldn't get his thoughts away from you, well he never really could but at night he just couldn't stop thinking about how good you looked in your uniform today or on when you wore something different because it was weekend. all he could do was think about how soft your thighs looked or the way the skirt would ride up your thigh. his hand would wrap around his aching cock and he would stroke it to the thought of how your pussy would feel like. and sometimes he wondered; do you think of him too? do you stick your fingers in your cunt while you thought of him?

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one night he nearly lost control. chasing you through the forest, the fear engraved on your cute face. he nearly caught you but in the heat of the moment he stopped, running into the dark forest again and dissapearing. this scenario would forever be stuck in his head and he surely would jerk off to this. the thought of chasing you through the woods and then fucking you on the dirty ground made him go feral.

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once he finally got his shit together and asked you out everything got worse: he seemed to appear everywhere where you went and the cute guys from school distanced themself from you (out of fear tyler would slit their throat open)

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you two got really close over the time, and both of you have never been happier.

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perv!bestfriend!kevin <33

cw: groping(?), somnophilia??(i'm not sure if it counts, better be safe though), dry humping, pillow humping, masturbation, oblivious!reader

around 0,4k words :)

he feels ashamed for being this way, but he just cannot help it. you're perfect in each way; smart, pretty, intelligent. you even have the same interests, how cool is that? and you also happen to be his best friend! he's not sure why, but if there's one thing he's sure about it's that he's happy that you are his best friend.

you tell eachother everything, well, almost everything. he couldn't just tell you that he had jerked off to pictures or that he had rutted against a pillow before, imagining that i was you, that'd be just plain weird and he probably would ruin everything. so he kept it to himself.

you had sleepovers, movie nights and you even were then when they had band practice. hunter thought you were okay, so he didn't mind. emily liked you, you didn't treat her different than others did. she was always happy when you came to practice.

when the two of you had sleepovers, neither of you minded sleeping in the same bed. no, you two even cuddled. because that's what normal friends do, right?

kevin always took this as chance, his hand always "accidentally" grazing over your chest & butt, mumbling "sorry's" that had no meaning in it but you didn't know that. hand when he was sure you were asleep, his hand rested on your chest. when it got too much, he stood up, careful not to wake you so he could make his way to the bathroom and masturbate.

one night something happened and kevin thought your friendship was over. he had a heated dream and was unconciously grinding against your ass, wich woke you up. as a result you woke him up, overwhelmed with what to do in such a situation. when he woke up and realized what happened, he started mumbling "i'm so sorry oh god" and "it'll never happen again i swear" and similiar things. as he continued to apologize you interrupted him; "it's okay, kev" you said. "what?" he stared at you in disblief. "it's okay." you said again "it can happen, and it's uh...not like you meant to do it." you averted your gaze, looking away from him. "b-but i just-" he started but you looked at him in a "i said, it's okay way" and he stilled. "y'know..." you started "i could, uh.. help you? if you want to, of course" pointing at his (obvious) boner.