I DID IT FOR YOU Tyler Galpin X Fem!vampire!reader

I DID IT FOR YOU – Tyler Galpin x fem!vampire!reader

WEDNESDAY MAJOR SPOILERS !!

Summary - Wednesday's plan for you to stay away from Tyler after she found out that he's the Hyde.

"Wednesday, don't." Enid said very seriously. More serious than Wednesday had ever heard her before. The blonde girl thought her friend's plan was merciless. Even for her. "I'm sure that if we talk to her... She'd understand."

Wednesday knew you wouldn't. She had spent enough time with you to already know how you would react to this. Dramatic, skeptical, and on the defensive for sure. Even if she'd tell you that she had seen it. That she had seen him turn into that. You'd never believe her because that's what love does. It blinds you. And Wednesday was completely fine and grossed at the same time with you being head over heels for him because not only it was reciprocate which was even more disgusting but also because she thought he was a nice one. And he would never hurt you. So she would have to do it for him.

"Wednesday, please." Enid begged while her friend prepared her bag to go to Jericho.

"There's no other way."

Once Wednesday arrived in Jericho, Tyler was getting things ready at the Weathervane to close the cafe. It had been a long day for him and he could only think about when you would arrive. He would drive you both to Nevermore and he would sneak into your shared dorm room. Enid would say that she was glad to see him again, and Wednesday would just hum at his presence. You four would talk for a bit before going to bed, him sitting in your bed wearing the pajamas you kept in your room for him and you by his side, playing with his big hands as he talked with your friends. Then you would fall asleep with your head on his chest after he peppered all your face with kisses. He'd hug you tight against his body, not letting you go at any moment of the night, and checking on you all the time. Were you hungry? Were you having a nightmare? Were you feeling sick? He was there.

"We're close." Tyler announced to the person going into the Weathervane at that time of the night.

"Then you should lock your doors."

Tyler turned around to see Wednesday. His expression changed after knowing that it was his friend. "Actually I was waiting for y/n."

"There are some real sick people out there, Tyler. You should be careful."

"Yeah, my dad told me what happened with Xavier. Pretty nuts." After mentioning Xavier, Tyler noticed how Wednesday's posture became tense. "Are you okay? I know you and him... Well, had this thing–"

"We had nothing. And yes, I'm fine. Perfectly fine." She said with her eyes locked on the boy in front of her. "It has made me revalue things." Wednesday walked slowly around the cafe. By the time she stopped, she made sure that Tyler had turned in on himself so he had his back to the door. The perfect position so he wouldn't see you coming.

"Like what?"

"Like who I can trust."

Wednesday took a step towards Tyler. He frowned at her sudden approach. "And I've come to the conclusion that you are the only one worth of my trust." The girl moved closer to Tyler, and none of them said anything else. Wednesday stood on her tiptoes and connected her lips with Tyler's. Then, she moved away from him to see his reaction.

"Wednesday..." Tyler murmured against her friend's lips right before the girl stood on her tiptoes again and kissed him one more time. This time the kiss was longer, Wednesday didn't separate and Tyler was glad that she didn't. His head told him to push Wednesday away, but instead, he cupped one of her cheeks and kissed her back. Your heart felt heavy inside your chest as you watched the scene, your knees felt weak, and your vision was blurred thanks to the tears in your eyes. You wanted to run but your eyes were locked on Tyler and Wednesday kissing. Your brain was telling you to burn that image in your mind so you would always remember you had a reason to hate the person you once loved the most.

Wednesday's eyes met yours when she parted ways with Tyler, her cold stare making you feel small. Tyler frowned in front of Wednesday and immediately after, he turned to see what she was looking at. He could feel his heart beating so hard against his chest that he even thought would stop. Tyler tried to get out of the cafe when he saw you leaving, but Wednesday quickly blocked his way, knowing that his instinct would make him follow you. "Stay away from her." She stated, her black eyes staring deeply into Tyler's, her lips pressed together, a sign of how serious she was being. They both shared a face of mutual disgust for each other; him because of what he just did, and her because of whom he had become. Tyler bumped into her shoulder but Wednesday was not going to give up so easily. She tried to stop him one more time by grabbing his arm, but she barely had him in her hand when with a sharp movement Tyler managed to escape her.

Wednesday followed Tyler outside. You were walking down the street in the middle of the road, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, and your body shaking because of your shorts and rapid breaths. Tyler called your name a few times and even had to do a little run to catch you. Wednesday was walking slowly behind you two. Her attention was always on Tyler and on what his next move could be.

"Y/n, wait, please."

You didn't listen to him and kept walking, with your fist clenched so tight that you could feel your long and sharp nails sinking into your skin. His hand grabbed your arm and made you stop and turn around to look at him. "Explain what?" You yelled to his face. Your eyes were dark red, the veins under your eyes that appeared only when you were really hungry or when you were really mad were decorating your skin, and you were fighting to not let your fangs out.

"She was the one that kissed me. I promise. She–”

Your jaw clenched. "I don't fucking care about who kissed who!" You snapped his hand off you and you threatened him with your index finger, pointing directly at his throat with your long and sharp nails. “You were kissing her back." Tyler craned his neck. Your lower lip was trembling while tears kept running down your cheeks. You didn't expect him to say anything else, and there was nothing he could say that would make you feel any better.

"I'm sorry, y/n–"

"I fucking hate you, and I hope I never have to see you again." Your words echoed inside his head. You lost interest in Tyler, who stood in front of you with glossy eyes, completely numb to everything that happened after what you said to him. You focused on Wednesday, who was a few steps behind him, watching the scene from the distance.

"You got what you wanted?"

"I did not want this."

"Of course you did. You know, because of things like this are why you are alone, and because you fucking deserve it." You said to your friend. Wednesday swallowed but showed no other reaction. It was enough to let you know that your words affected her. You looked at Tyler one last time, his face was pale and he couldn't make eye contact with you because of how ashamed he was. The next thing his eyes saw was you running as fast as you could so neither he nor Wednesday could catch you. You ran so fast that your legs started to burn from how weak they felt, ready to give up at any moment. It was strictly prohibited to go to the forest since Eugene got attacked by that monster, but at this point, you wouldn't mind about the Hyde finding you.

"You planned this." Tyler said to Wednesday. He didn't turn to look at her, just thinking about her face was making him feel sick. It was a very big coincidence that she kissed him and a few seconds later you appeared. He told her that he was waiting for you, but Tyler was pretty sure that Wednesday already knew that you were coming. "Why would you do this?"

"I want you away from her."

Tyler's lower lip trembled as he watched you disappear. Wednesday's words turned into the most annoying ringing sound in his ears, and then, all of a sudden, his breathing was out of control and he could feel that familiar pressure on his head as all of his muscles and bones writhed. You got lost running into the woods until you tripped and fell to your knees. You sobbed loudly as you blamed yourself for not have listened to Xavier when he warned you about Tyler. A part of you wanted to never see Tyler again. The other part of you wished that he would've gone after you, hugged you against his body when he'd found you lying on the ground, and allowed you to cry your eyes out on him.

At the end of the day, you expected Tyler to comfort in you the same way you did that night when you found him in the same forest you were. With blood covering his body and dripping from his mouth, extremely confused, and with that hiker's body completely dismembered by his side.

THIS ONE WAS FOR US THE GIRLIES WHO DONT GIVE A F ABOUT TYLER BEING THE HYDE 💋💋

A/N: THIS ISN'T A SECOND PART OF A TASTE OF YOU

In Sickness & So On | Sierra Six x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: So we're both bored and the second heatwave is getting to us so how about some Six comfort fics. I've picked a few prompts that I like the look off, so have fun.

"Don't come near me, you might get sick." "I'm not worried about getting sick"

summary: Six just has to come over at the absolute worst of times as it is, but his crowning achievement really has to be coming over to see you when you've got a belting cold.

tws: sickness, swearing

Oh, it was misery, the middle of a heatwave and you were inflicted with one of, if not the, worst colds you had ever had recently; it started out with a little bit of a cough and a blocked nose, but that soon turned to an awful fever, headaches, dizziness, nausea, a lack of appetite, sweating something awful, struggling to breathe, a cough, sneezing and a snotty nose. You did try to keep up your normal routine, but as it got worse, you found yourself being less and less able to actually do anything at all; you would just sit around watching shitty horror films and eating ice cream, as that was the only thing that seemed to calm your throat down even the slightest.

You texted your boyfriend about it, telling him not to come over, not to risk it especially not when he was being hunted by damn near every bounty hunter and any son of a bitch who wanted even the smallest bit of cash or fame or notoriety; the last fucking thing he needed on his ass right now was an absolutely belting cold that would render him bed ridden for at least a week. You told him not to bother, not to think about it in the slightest, not to bother.

It was creeping close to the evening when the door went, and although you wanted to, you couldn't get up to answer it, so you left it, thinking that if it was that important then whoever it was would contact you; there was a little commotion outside, but you took no notice, thinking it was just the local kids playing in the street due to the heat. You rolled over onto your side, coughing harshly until you gagged and retched; it wasn't until you heard the harsh thud on your bedroom floor that you turned over, grumbling softly.

Covered in dirt, Six brushed himself off as he cleared his throat and crossed the room, sitting down on the chair beside your bed, his legs spread and his hands clasped between his knees as he chewed at the inside of his lip. "I had to see you."

"You shouldn't," you weakly huffed, the breath rattling and wheezing. "Don't come near me, you might get sick."

"I'm not worried about getting sick," he shook his head, running a hand through his hair before he leaned over and gently placed the back of his hand to your forehead, a frown coming to his lips.

You were fucking boiling. A heatwave and a fever was certainly not a good concoction. When he pulled his hand away, he could feel your sweat against his skin, and he grumbled; he got up, turned the ceiling fan onto its fastest setting, and disappeared for a moment.

You heard the bathroom tap running, heard him run something under it before wringing it out a little, and you grumbled; everything felt like it was spinning, you couldn't stop coughing, it was misery. But when Six came back armed with a wet flannel, you managed to crack a small smile, grumbling softly when he shoved you onto your back and put the flannel on your forehead; it was cold against your skin, and you could feel the droplets run down you for a moment. Mixed with the cold air from the fan, it seemed like fucking heaven if you were honest.

Six took a seat in the chair again, stretching out so that he could cross his ankles as he folded his arms across his chest and relaxed against the peeling faux leather; he stole a look at you, and grabbed the television remote. He flicked it on, turning the volume down low and switching the channel to the news, and he sighed.

"Get some rest. I'll make dinner later."

"Court-"

"I said, get some rest." He glared at you as his voice got low and harsh, shaking his head. "Get some rest. I'll make dinner later."

"But-"

"If you don't get some rest, I'll get in that fucking bed with you."

"Fine," you huffed, sighing heavily and daring to smile at him. Your voice was weak and you felt like you were going to be sick, but you still managed to find enough energy to smile at him, to slowly reach out and offer him your hand. "You sure you're not worried about getting sick?"

"Very."

"Then maybe..." you let out a harsh sniff, one that sounded like there was a rock in your nose rattling around. "Maybe... if the fever dies down... we can cuddle?"

"Maybe." He took your hand, holding it tightly as he kept his eye on the news.

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Top Shelf

Summary: When your tinder date turns out to be a dumpster fire of a person, your evening is rescued by a handsome stranger. Pairing: Jacob Palmer x Plus Size!F!Reader Word Count: 1.3K Rating: Gen. Warnings for fat shaming, awful first dates and Jacob being super charming. A/N: No one wants this but IDC, I am lost in the Ryan Gosling sauce. Thank you N, @whatblogisthis216 and @hoe-on-the-range for looking this over! Title cred also goes to to Megan! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this.

“So, are we going to get out of here?” Your date asks abruptly.

“I’m sorry?” You question, setting down your half-finished martini.

“You can finish your drink. Then we should go.”

“Oh… this is the first date…?” you remind him, feeling a little uncomfortable under his expectant look. “We’re just getting to know one another.”

He huffs, pursing his lips in clear irritation. “Come on now. Let’s not do this. The whole coy girl routine might work with a less attractive guy, but we both know you want to come home with me. Girls like you always do.”

“Girls like me?” You question, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

He gives you a look, eyes slowly falling down your body. He doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what he means. That realization feels like a punch to the gut, all the air leaving your lungs.

“Don’t be offended, you’ve got a pretty face.” he adds, reaching up to touch your cheek. You jerk back, bumping into someone behind you. “I’m not trying to neg you, just stating the truth. I know you want the chance to be with me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have swiped right.”

You can’t even formulate a response, embarrassed and ashamed all at once. The anger you feel is secondary to the humiliation. You press your lips together tightly, willing yourself not to cry even though you can feel that wave of emotion crawling up your throat.

“Hey, sweetheart. This guy bothering you?” A new voice asks.

You turn towards the sound, surprised to see a handsome blonde man looking intently at you. He’s dressed in an expensive suit that fits his body like a glove, highlighting his broad chest and slim hips. You stare at him, confused and surprised as he continues to watch you with steady blue eyes and a charming smile.

“Excuse me,” your date says, folding his arms across his chest.

The blonde man spares him a brief glance, lip curling up in obvious disgust.

“You’re excused,” he returns, sliding between the two of you smoothly. He doesn’t crowd your space, leaving a respectful distance between your bodies but he does effectively block your view of the other man. “Can I buy you a drink?” He continues like he didn’t just interrupt your date. “You look like a top shelf kind of girl.”

“I’m sorry…” you trail off.

“Oh, how rude of me. I’m Jacob,” he tells you, offering his hand as he raises the other to flag down the bartender. You accept it, compelled by good manners and habit. He smiles, fingertips stroking your palm briefly before pulling away. When he stares at you expectantly you realize he’s waiting for you to give him your name. After you tell him it, he repeats it back to you, keeping his smile.

“Ok dude, what the fuck?” Your date demands.

You had almost forgotten about him. Jacob half turns to face him, head cocked to the side. “Walk away,” he instructs. His tone is even but you can see the way a muscle in his cheek jumps.

“That’s my girl you’re talking to.”

“Let's ask her.” Jacob looks back at you. “This your guy, sweetheart?”

You hesitate to respond before shaking your head, aware more people have turned to watch what’s happening.

“Seems like she doesn’t agree. So… walk away.” Jacob encourages.

Your date looks around, the hand at his side shaking. He’s angry. For a second you think he might cause a scene, but then he blows out a harsh breath.

“Whatever, you can have her,” he says, backing away, muttering something under his breath that you don't catch. You suspect whatever he said isn’t kind and that’s confirmed by the way Jacob stiffens briefly. He doesn’t look back at you until your date disappears into the crowd.

“Some men have no class.” He shakes his head, offering a smile. “So about that shot. You like tequila?” He asks as the bartender stops in front of you.

“Uh… I think?” You offer as your brain tries to catch up with everything that's happened so far.

“Let’s find out,” he says with a wink.

He orders two shots of a tequila brand you’ve never heard of. You stare at the crisp 100-dollar bill he sets on the counter and then look back up at him. He seems so relaxed leaning against the bar like he's the one who's been on a date with you for the past hour and not a perfect stranger. Even though he's stupidly handsome you feel oddly at ease in his presence. Normally men that looked like that made you incredibly nervous.

“You don’t have to do this,” you tell him, tapping your fingers against the bar before you realize what you're doing. You curl your hand into a loose fist to stop the anxious gesture. There’s no way he was interested in you; he was just trying to help. “I mean, I appreciate it,” you rush to add when his brows raise. "You probably have a date or something else, um, going on."

“We don’t know each other well yet,” he says, stepping closer and dropping his hand to cover yours. “But sweetheart, I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”

The intense way he speaks coupled with the feel of his fingertips dragging over the back of your hand wakes your body up. An unexpected wave of desire rushes under your skin and you stare transfixed by his blue eyes . When he presses the shot into your hand a second later you take it and down it back automatically. You expect it to burn, but it’s smooth, leaving a trail of warmth from your mouth down to the pit of your stomach.

Jacob stares at you amused. “That was a 30 dollar shot.”

“Oh my god,” you cover your mouth embarrassed but he just laughs. “I was supposed to sip it wasn’t I?”

“No,” he says, knocking his back.

The brief appearance of his tongue when it sweeps along his bottom lip has your breathing turning shallow. Not even 10 minutes ago you were disgusted by your date's assumption that you’d go home with him and yet here you are, certain you’d leave with Jacob if he asked you to. He seems to know it too from the way his eyes sparkle as they wander down your body and back up to your face. It’s not the same kind of gross assessment of your date. It’s something softer but no less wanting.

“Why did you help me?” You blurt out, catching the both of you by surprise.

He shrugs and looks away. “That guy was a jerk. You don’t deserve to be treated that way. No one does.”

Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his arm. He looks back at you surprised. “You’re very kind, Jacob. Not a lot of people would have stepped in.”

“Sure they would have,” he dismisses.

“No, they really wouldn’t,” you insist, taking a step closer to him. “I…I know you’re just being nice, but I appreciate it.”

“I’m not always a good guy,” he tells you.

“I think you are.”

“You really are sweet, aren’t you?” he questions.

Something shifts in his expression, a subtle change in the tension of his jaw and the look in his eyes. He touches your cheek just like your date did, the catch of his calloused fingers against the soft skin sending your heart fluttering. For one wild second you think he’s going to kiss you but then he pulls away, shaking his head. Noise from the bar rushes back in and you’re aware of everyone else around you again. The charming smile is back on Jacob’s face as he signals for the bartender again. He pays the open tab left by your date before you can protest.

“You deserve better than us,” he tells you seriously, surprising you by leaning forward to brush his mouth over the corner of your lips.

The skin where his lips touched your tingles. He’s gone before you stop him, disappearing into the crowded bar like smoke in the air.

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the great war , tyler galpin x reader

pairing: tyler galpin x reader

summary: finding out tyler’s been the hyde all along and none of it was real.

“it turned into something bigger. some where in the haze , got a sense i’ve been betrayed.”

Tyler looked down at you with his eyes wide. You watched him , tears in your eyes as he circled you like prey— nothing behind his emotionless expression.

“It was you.” You muttered , shaking your head as you tried connecting all the pieces. “You’ve. . . you’ve hurt people. You’ve lied.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as the news washed over you like a bad fever. Chills dancing up your spine as he watched you unbelievably , listening to you but showing no signs of actually caring.

“I cried to you when Rowan left.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion , remembering how he engulfed you in his arms when you cried about your bestfriend. You remember how he held you , shushing you and promising you it would all be okay.

The memory used to be a sweet one. One that you told Xavier and Ajax when they said you shouldn’t trust someone like Tyler Galpin , a judgemental ‘normie.’

Turns out , he wasn’t a normie at all.

“I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people , right?” Tyler cocked his head to the side. “You made it too easy. All I had to do was be nice to you , and you sung the secrets out like a canary.”

Your hands balled into fist at your side. You were scared at what he’d to do you. If you were the next victim on his list. The boy you thought you knew , hadn’t been real at all. “How could you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “You should’ve walked away when you had the chance , Y/N.”

“But I didn’t because I cared about you!” You defended. “I trusted you.” The heaviness in your heart hurt too much to look at him , the way his body was crouched over in a defensive position. He didn’t even look at you like you were human.

“I told you to leave that night and you didn’t!” Tyler argued , shaking his head quickly. “I gave you the chance but you just couldn’t stay away.”

Everything started making sense. Throughout the whole semester , Tyler had been there. You told him things about Wednesday and Enid , you told him about Xavier and most of the time you were just venting. You told him everything about Nevermore without even meaning to— because you thought you were just venting to him , someone who you cared about and maybe could’ve loved. . . Looking back at it , it made your stomach sick.

“Then why did you. . .” your bottom lip trembled. “Then why did you kiss me that night?”

“None of it was real.” Tyler admitted as he stood in place , a tiny sense of guilt creeping up the back of his neck once he looked into your teary eyes. “But–” he hesitated. “Sometimes I wish it was.”

His words felt heavy. There was something behind it that made you think that maybe , it hadn’t all been for nothing. But you couldn’t forgive him for all that he had done , all that he lied about. Even now as he stood in front of you , he didn’t look like the Tyler you met at the coffee shop last spring. He was darker , disconnected. Troubled.

“How long?” You asked him.

“The whole time.”

You heard the commotion start to ensue in the background. Tyler’s eyes shot towards the school then looked at you. “If you go now then I’ll let you.” Tyler upturned his nose. “But this is the last time.”

Before you turned around , you glanced at him one last time. Your chest beating and your mind hazy. “I always had a feeling from that day we met , that’d somehow you’d hurt me.”

“I guess you should’ve listened to it.”

take me home for christmas | j. seresin | part seven

have yourself a merry little christmas - judy garland

summary : jake wants to take you home to texas for christmas to meet his family.

warnings — series, 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, some angst, family dynamics (both healthy and not), mentions of therapy, no religious aspect to the holiday, dogs named after famous texans, anxiety, no use of y/n, little angsty, but mostly internal

notes — there is some angst in this one, folks. as much as our girl has been welcomed in by the seresin's, she's still been bottling up some feelings from the past. also, we are looking at like one more chapter left and i'm a little sad. i'm thinking about continuing to write about them.

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Christmas morning came quickly. You all were up past one in the morning, putting the finishing touches on Santa gifts and stockings. During that time someone put Christmas Vacation on, so even though the presents were done around the time Margot asked Todd about the wet carpet, no one moved out of the living room until the movie was over.

“J, wake up.” You said softly, rubbing your hand over his shoulder. At some point in the middle of the night he let go of you and wound up laying on his stomach. He groaned, shoving his stubbled face into his pillow. “Come on, babe. Don’t you wanna see what Santa left you?” One eyelid fluttered open.

“Look at you…” Your boyfriend’s voice was thick with sleep and it was such a treat. Being the trained military man he was, he was always up before you. You weren’t sure you’d ever been awake before him. “All bright eyed and bushy tailed.” 

“It’s Christmas.” Your words were obvious, but they caused an excitement to bubble up from deep within you. The last time you’d been this excited for the holiday, any holiday, was as a small child. It was when arguments between your parents were still hushed and behind closed doors.

“Guess that means we should head downstairs darlin’.” He stretched and then got out of bed. You were equal parts sad and glad to watch him pull a gray t-shirt over his head. Sad because the sight of Jake’s body was better than any gift under the tree, but glad because if you had to stare at his perfectly sculpted muscles for one more second you both would be late for all the festivities downstairs.

After grabbing one of Jake’s hoodies, you both made your way downstairs. The clock on the wall of the stairwell said it was at 6:23am. The smell of breakfast filled the house, so the kitchen was your first stop. Vicki sat at the kitchen table. A mug of coffee sat at her elbow and she had a tablet in her hand, reading what you assumed to be some news. Thomas was looking in on something that was in the oven. 

“Good morning!” Vicki said when she spotted you and Jake. “Merry Christmas!” 

“Merry Christmas!” You and Jake responded. Jake made his way towards the coffee pot and electric kettle, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet above. He kept the cabinet door open, looking over a few boxes above the mugs. 

“Peppermint green tea, okay?” He threw over his shoulder. You nodded and sat down beside Vicki at the table. Jake moved around the kitchen, filling the kettle with water, and then preparing his coffee and your tea.

“Pour me a cup too.” June spoke up as she walked into the kitchen. “Claire just texted me. She said almost all the little goblins are awake. They’ll be over soon.” You could imagine all the children bouncing with excitement, begging to go to Nana and Pawpaw’s house.

“Good,” Thomas said, walking over to his daughter to give her a hug. “The breakfast casserole will be done just in time. Mind getting the fruit ready for me, June Bug?” June nodded and got to work doing the task her father asked of her.

“Do the children really have that much self control?” You asked Vicki quietly. Her shoulders moved with a chuckle as she shook her head. Jake sat beside you, handing you a mug, looking at the two of you in question.

“Nope. Which means we will reheat everything after presents and breakfast will be more of a brunch,” Jake nodded at his mother’s words. Even though she was joking on her husband, you could hear the affection in her voice.

“He does it every year.” Your boyfriend explained after taking a sip of his coffee. “In the same way the kids can’t help but get into their gifts, Dad can’t help but start Christmas breakfast the moment he gets up.” 

You thought it was sweet that Thomas was just as excited as his grandchildren on Christmas morning. Your own father avoided the kitchen as though it were some sort of disease. Any time spent with him, including holidays, meant eating out or microwaved meals. And your mother was not like Vicki. Whenever she joked on your father all you heard was venom and distaste, not love.

Thankfully thoughts of your childhood did not linger long, as the sound of the front door opening and delighted squeals distracted you. June knowingly placed the platter of fruit she’d been working on in the fridge. Thomas turned the oven off, but left the casserole in, then he and Vicki walked towards the noise. You watched Jake throw back the last of his coffee like it was a shot of tequila.

“Let’s go Darlin’.” He held his hand out for you and you took it, lacing your fingers with his. Together you both walked from the kitchen to the living room. Walking in you spotted all the children and their parents. Each individual family sat near each other on the floor, while June was on the couch going through a knitted stocking. Thomas and Vicki were in their respective recliners. Vicki was taking pictures and Thomas sat back in delight as he looked over his family.

You and Jake took a spot on the couch near June. Before you could get comfortable Sophie appeared out of nowhere, handing both you and Jake stockings. She expressed that she was the little elf this year so it was her job to pass out presents. Jake’s stocking looked handmade and had his name stitched down the front. He explained that his Granna had made each of her grandchildren a Christmas stocking when they’d been born.

“I’m sorry yours isn’t homemade, Sweet Pea.” Vicki said, taking a break from the camera. “I just wanted you to have one of your own and not just some random one we have lyin’ around.” Your eyes suddenly stung with tears. “I’m not as talented as my mother was. If I had even a fraction of her talent, I would have whipped you one up faster than a hot knife through butter.”

“I love it.” You said, hoping she could hear the honesty in your words. The one she’d chosen for you was a dark green corduroy. The leg and foot of the stocking was quilted and your name was embroidered with white thread across the top band. It was simple, but lovely. 

On the inside of your stocking were little knick-knacks and candies galore. There was even a giftcard to your favorite local coffee place. Jake had a large smirk on his face as you practically shouted in surprise. It caught you off guard and your heart warmed as Vicki explained she asked Jake to make sure he grabbed it for her before you left California. Before you could get up and hug Vicki though, Sophie returned and thrust two gifts into your hands.One was a bag that had some weight to it and the other were two boxes stacked on each other; one was rectangular and the other was a flat square.

The bag had a tag on it that said it was from Claire. You realized she must have picked your name for a Christmas gift. You dug through the bag, taking the tissue paper out of the bag, and a wonderful aromatic scent filled your nose. Two diptyque candles sat at the bottom of the bag in your favorite scents. You immediately looked up at Claire, smiling brightly.

“Claire, thank you!” The redhead looked over at you and her face lit up when she saw the gift in your hands.

“You’re welcome! Jake told me that you are always lighting candles, so I thought you might like those!”

“I do! Thank you.” She nodded and went back to helping Cole open a gift that seemed to be stuck to its packaging. Before turning your attention to the other gift in your hand, you took a moment to watch Jennifer open her gift from you. Her response was so sweet and you could see the tears in her eyes as she tried the gold bangle on. 

“Darlin’, I love it.” Jake’s words drew your attention to him. In his hand was a new G-Shock watch. A few months ago you remember him telling Javy that the velcro band of his current watch, which he bought while still in the Academy, was beginning to fray. “How did you know?” There was a tone of surprise in his voice. You shrugged and told him you overheard him one day and tucked the information away for safekeeping. As he tried the watch on, you opened your gift from him.

The first box you opened was the long one on the bottom. You gasped in excitement when you noticed a membership to the San Diego Zoo. Months ago, around your birthday, you’d told Jake that you loved experiences more than items for gifts. The two of you also went to the zoo on one of your very first dates. It was the perfect gift and you let him know after planting a chaste kiss on his lips. The second box caught you just as off guard, a pair of pearl huggie earrings nestled against navy velvet. 

“I saw you looking at them last month and knew you would never buy them for yourself.” He was correct and you quickly put them on, running your fingers over the dangling pearls. “Beautiful.” He commented charmingly.

As the families around you continued to open their gifts, Jake pulled you to his side. You both sat back against the cushions. Will was helping Sophie open a gift as Jackson watched with pride in his eyes. Claire was showing Cole one of the gifts in her bag and he giggled at something she said. Jennifer and Matt had all four of their kids between them, each of the children playing with something they’d received that day. Julie and Luke were on the other end of the sectional. June was beside them waving a stuffed animal in Lily’s face. Thomas and Vicki were exchanging gifts from their recliners, love thick in the air between them. You understood at that very moment why Jake loved celebrating holidays. Why he loved celebrating Christmas. It wasn’t about the holiday. It was about the people.

As understanding hit you, your chest began to tighten and your sight grew blurry from tears. Squeezing Jake’s leg you got up, telling him something about needing water, and quickly headed to the kitchen. Once there you found a glass and as you filled it with water from the tap tears fell down your face. 

“Oh, Darlin’.” Jake’s voice came from behind you. You whipped around, trying to wipe the tears from your face. You didn’t want to ruin the Christmas spirit. He reached for you, pulling you to his chest. You shook your head wanting him to let you go, but he only tightened his grip. “Shhh,” The man shushed you like he would a spooked horse or one of his siblings' kids. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” You only cried harder, trying to find the breath to speak. You could feel Jake’s fingers trailing up and down your back.

“I’m not unhappy, I promise.” Were your words when you finally calmed down. “I just feel so sad for younger me, that she never got to have this.” All the activities and traditions you got to be a part of over the past few days ran through your mind. You could picture a young Jake enjoying every minute of it. You would never begrudge him his upbringing, but you couldn’t help but think of how stark the differences between your childhoods were.

“I know, I know.” He pulled back a bit and tipped your head up so he could meet your eyes. “And I know that there is nothin’ I can do to soothe those hurts, but what I can do is promise you that your Christmases and holidays, hell everyday, will be full of love and support.” Tears resurfaced and you tried to blink them away, sniffling. “Merry Christmas, Darlin’.” Your love for this man and this family helped push those negative memories away. The promise of better Christmases was enough to bring you out of the headspace you were in. Looking at Jake now felt like a lungful of air after being under water.

“Merry Christmas, J.”

Snow Globe - A Tyler Galpin Imagine

Characters: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Word Count: 2297

Summary: Christmas has arrived in Jericho, and Tyler accompanies the Reader to the market.

Warnings: Slight angst - topics surrounding absent parents

Written by: Josie

A/N: Not us posting our first imagine in a whole year?! Go have a read of our last post for context but we’re so excited to be back, and what better time to do that than Christmas! We’ll make an updated post on making requests soon, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Things were different in Jericho this weekend… but this time, it’s not in a bad way.

The main square of the town was alight with red and gold and green, and stalls selling all sorts of wintery goods lined the streets for what looked like miles. Christmas music played through the speakers and the town was alive with energy and spirit. Frankly, it was a beautiful change to the often gloomy atmosphere in this town, with the tension between the normies and the outcasts constantly looming. The holidays just make everything… different. There’s no “us” and “them”, just a sense of community and happiness. And Y/N was not planning on missing out on this.

Tyler Galpin had done everything he possibly could to get the day off today - he even managed to talk his way out of working a hot chocolate stall. In his defence, he’d already managed to get his shift covered at the Weathervane, he wasn’t going to accept a job doing more or less the same thing. However, that didn’t stop him popping over to get himself a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

“Tyler,” one of the guys behind the stall greeted him with a grin - a regular from the Weathervane. He must be volunteering, Tyler pondered. “Not working the cafe today?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna miss this,” the boy responded, quickly skimming the drinks menu despite already knowing exactly what he was going to order. “Could I get one hot chocolate please?”

The man nodded, and got to work. Tyler threw his hands in his coat pockets, something he always does when he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and looked around at the crowd. He was always very observant, someone who’d much prefer to watch from a distance rather than be in the centre of the action. As he scanned all the people enjoying the festivities, his eyes landed on the one girl he really wished to see today. She was alone, looking intently at a stall of little Christmassy trinkets.

“Excuse me, could you make that two?” Tyler said quickly, before the man could finish his drink as to not inconvenience him too much. God, he knows what that’s like… nothing worse than a customer changing their order when he’s already halfway through making it. If looks could kill… well, the espresso machine would be dead, as if he stared at the customers that way, he’d probably get fired.

“Here you go,” the man said as he passed Tyler down the two cups. The boy thanked him, paid, and set off toward his destination.

Y/N didn’t notice Tyler walk up to her, as she was far too fixated on the stall in front of her. There were lots of small ornaments that would be just right for a gift, and she wanted to find the perfect one.

“Hi, Y/N,” Tyler spoke, snapping the girl out of her trance. He smiled at her, that smile that always made her heart jump. “I bought you a hot chocolate.”

The warmth that spread through her body as soon as her hands gripped the cup was so incredibly satisfying that she sighed, content. “Thank you Tyler… are you sure these weren’t both for you? You saw me and decided you probably should give one to someone else?” she teased.

“I guess you got me,” Tyler smiled. “So… you looking for anything specific here?”

“I want to get something extra for my mum,” Y/N spoke, clearly back in her own mind, thinking hard about what the right thing to buy might be. “She deserves just a little something more. Something special… sentimental. I just can’t decide what.”

Tyler scanned the selection of possible gifts with a critical eye. He had never really had to buy a present for his mother… it had been far too long since he’d spent a Christmas with her, or a birthday. If he was totally honest, he didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to buy for a mother. How could he? He didn’t even know what to buy for his father, the parent that is around. He doesn’t do emotional, sentimental gifts, let alone gifts at all really. Every birthday, Tyler would get ten dollars and a pat on the back, and for Christmas? He’d get a stocking half full of socks, or something else that just proves his dad doesn’t know a single thing about him, his interests, his passions.

Y/N was lucky enough to have loving parents, both of them. Some people in Tyler’s position would be jealous - and in all honesty, he was jealous of a lot of others - but Y/N was different. She really deserved to have the family she did, so he wasn’t jealous, he was happy.

“Get this,” he spoke, pointing to one of the many items on the table.

“What?” Y/N responded, not expecting Tyler to make any suggestions.

“This one, here,” Tyler said, reaching over to the table and picking up a small item that Y/N couldn’t quite see. He placed it in her palm, the slight touch of his fingertips to her hand sending a warmth through her not dissimilar to the way the hot cocoa did, just with added excitement. As he slid his hand away, Y/N saw a little snow globe with space for a photo behind the flurry. Tyler had a subtle but not unnoticeable twinkle behind his eye as he watched the girl he adored shake the glass globe with a smile.

“Tyler, this is absolutely perfect,” She beamed, warming his heart so much that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Placing her hand on his arm, she looked him dead in the eye, speaking a thousand words, yet only two made their way out. “Thank you.”

The barista shrugged, feeling bashful as his rosy cheeks hid the blush that was definitely creeping up on his face. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. Y/N knew Tyler didn’t have his mother around. She’d internally kicked herself after mentioning who she was buying her gift for, cursing her mouth for moving faster than her mind. As soon as she saw his pursed lips and furrowed brow, she absolutely hated herself for being so stupid. How could she be so careless? Way to make a good impression, Y/N, bring up his trauma. Nice one.

So when Tyler’s mouth turned up at the corners as his eyes fell on the perfect gift, her heart grew fonder of him even more so, if that was possible. He just kept getting better and better.

“Walk with me?” Y/N asked him, looking up with eyes he couldn’t refuse as she sipped on her drink. God, he wished he could look into those eyes every single day. “I was gonna go see the rest of the market and maybe check out the fair at the end… now I say it out loud it’s kind of sad that I was going to it all alone,” she rambled. The way he was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, was making her nervous. Little did she know that he thought it was oh so adorable. “So… you can come with me, if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?” Tyler challenged. He wasn’t about to be difficult, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with her a little. She was being far too cute, he couldn’t resist a little lighthearted teasing, just to see that beautiful smile of hers as a light blush coloured her cheeks.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “I’d like you to come with me.”

***

A few hours had passed, yet it barely felt like a few minutes. The pair had eaten German sausages, added ornaments to the Jericho town Christmas tree and even had a cheeky bit of mulled wine, for good measure. When your dad is the sheriff, you can get away with these things.

Eventually, the fairground at the end of the market trail was in front of them, rides flashing with bright lights. There was definitely a lot to take in, but they both agreed they wanted to try out the ferris wheel first.

The crowd was very busy that evening. There were families with small kids, teens running around with their friends, and just about every kind of person at the fair, which definitely made it easy to lose your companions in the crowd. Using this as a wonderfully convenient excuse, Tyler reached down and embraced Y/N’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t wanna lose you in the crowd before we got to the ferris wheel… that would kind of suck,” he shrugged, before heading off in the direction of the large ride. The ferris wheel was lit up a beautiful red, the colour of the holidays, casting a ruby glow on the pair’s faces. As they waited in the queue, Tyler looked down at the girl he wanted to call his, her face a brilliant scarlet, and wondered if you could make a wish on a ferris wheel, as he knew exactly what he would wish for. Funnily enough, he didn’t think ferris wheel wishes were particularly common.

After a short while, the ride staff guided Y/N and Tyler to their carriage as it came around, with the latter helping Y/N on. It could be said that he was being a gentleman, but really he just didn’t want to let go of her hand. As they sat with the bar down waiting for the ride to move, Y/N took a deep breath.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, turning to face the boy. He blinked, taken aback by the apparent randomness to this conversation starter, but intrigue always reigns superior.

“Okay… what might that be?”

“I’ve never actually been on a ferris wheel before.” Y/N breathed. That was it? Thank god. Tyler worried that it might be something much worse. Not because he was thinking pessimistically, but because he worries about her. Because he cares.

“You haven’t?” He asked, and Y/N shook her head. “Aw well, it’s nice. You’ll like it. Especially at night. You can see every single light in the town… it’s really quite beautiful, actually.”

The wheel began to turn, sending the two of them round and upward at a slow pace. After a short while, Y/N learnt that Tyler was right… she could see the town like she never had before. The whole Christmas market they’d just walked through was clear as day in front of her, the trails of stalls painted out like a road on a map. As Tyler pointed things out to her from their height, she noticed him ever so slightly place his fingers over hers as they held the bar. She nearly didn’t notice at all, but the spark that shot through her body gave it away.

“And… that there is the Weathervane. You’ve got the town hall right there, obviously, it’s where the massive Christmas tree is. Oh, and you see that light all the way in the distance? That’s Nevermore.”

Y/N looked around wide-eyed at the beauty she could see from the sky, despite there being nothing quite like the beauty that was next to her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was thinking exactly the same thing. His fingers were still latched onto hers, but he ached to be closer. He longed to touch more of her, hold all of her.

“This must be the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen, surely?” Y/N almost whispered, still taking in the scene in front of her.

Tyler smiled the unique smile of someone that is hopelessly in love, admiring her as she stared out at the twinkling night. “Not quite.”

His tone caught her, and she turned her head to face him, eyes meeting his. She didn’t realise they had reached the top, and were stopped there, and she didn’t think he had even noticed at all. He did, though. There was something in his expression that made Y/N’s heart skip multiple beats, for it was far too intense for the heart to only skip one.

“Y/N,” he began, playing with her fingers. Really it was nerves, but the girl thought it was ever so sweet. “Can I kiss you?”

When you’ve been waiting to hear four simple words for so long, they almost seem faded and distant, like you’ve imagined it and you haven’t actually heard them at all. Y/N had to replay that one short sentence in her head a good few times before she could register that yes, he had actually said that. She was shocked, to say the least, so all she could do was nod.

The buzz of the Christmas market lowered to a quiet fuzz as Tyler cupped her cheek, admiring her for one more second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He did it softly, delicately, as though he was afraid she might change her mind, and the ecstasy he felt when she kissed him back was something beyond compare. Her lips were like heaven, the sweet taste of the mulled wine still lingering between them. Their kiss was innocent, yet emotional, and just perfect.

Tyler’s thumb caressed her cheek as they pulled away, both on cloud nine. Y/N grinned as she noticed something different - white little particles now decorating his sandy brown curls.

“It’s snowing,” she grinned, and Tyler laughed as he noticed how a couple of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. That smile on her lips was so enticingly irresistible - even more so than it always had been - that he didn’t feel sorry for interrupting her excitement for the snow by kissing her again.

And again.

And again.