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Hi! Really nervous to request first time lol😭 but I was wondering if you could do a Tyler Hernandez x fem reader? Like they hated each other since they were young(like 1st or 2nd grade) because she thought Tyler was nothing but arrogant and Tyler thought she was too spoiled and the two usually argued in the other dimension, but once Tyler has his incident with the 🌲 she realizes she likes him, and after she like embraced him in a tight hug and apologizes for not being there, he realizes he likes her as well? Sorry if it’s long!
hi, thanks for requesting!
-> context: you reflect on your relationship with tyler.
-> fandom:school bus graveyard
-> warnings: angst.
Now, Tyler Hernandez was a complicated person. Well, not that complicated if you thought about it for more then a few seconds. But why would you be thinking about him in the first place?
Hiii!! So erm maybe a Tyler and Taylor with a childhood friend reader?? Idk if you take X reader but it was in the tags so.. Can be headcanons or scenario, thank you so much <33
oh yes of course and also I do take x reader!!!
(i didn't know if you wanted platonic or romantic so we have both!!!) Platonic:
“Hey… uh, I saw that phantom almost scratch you. Everything okay?” You were shocked, nevertheless, but of course relaxed when that signature smile appeared on her face. "I'm alright, you?" Taylor swallowed, knees curling up to her chest. "Yeah."
You leaned back on the seat, "Not as scary as those ducks if I'm being honest." You feigned nonchalance, a smirk starting to appear on your face.
She snorted, "“You still afraid of ducks?”
“One chased me when I was five, of course I am!” You smiled, sitting up straight to look at her.
“Yeah, and it still lives rent-free in your nightmares.” She laughed.
“You still do that thing with your thumb when you’re nervous,” You said, half-smiling as you tried to reach out to him. Currently, you all were gathered in Logan's room for a sleepover.
He glanced down at his hand and shrugged. “Old habits.” Tyler said, moving his pawn piece forward. You furrowed your brows at his curtness.
“You ever miss it? Us being friends?” You asked, moving your knight.
“We were idiots.” Tyler commented, avoiding the question.
“That’s not a no.”
He didn’t look at you as he moved his piece forward. “Doesn’t matter.” You sighed, moving your rook before sighing and moving it back to move a pawn piece instead before Tyler stopped you. "Illegal move."
"Didn't know you knew how to play chess." You muttered, lips curling up into a small smirk.
Tyler didn’t answer right away. He tapped the top of his pawn once, twice, before finally glancing up at you. “I didn’t. My mom taught me last summer.” He paused. “I suck at it. Still do.”
You blinked, surprised. “You? Admitting you suck at something?”
He gave a small, reluctant grin. “Don’t get used to it.”
A beat of silence stretched between you. Not tense, just... Quiet with the faint sound of Aiden scrolling through Tiktok and Taylor talking to Ashlyn while she braided her hair.
It was comfortable enough that you didn’t rush to fill it. “I wasn’t trying to guilt-trip you earlier,” You said finally, voice softer. “I just… I don’t know. Missed you.”
Tyler looked down again. The corner of his mouth twitched, but his voice stayed low. “Yeah. I missed you too,” he admitted, almost like it hurt to say it out loud. “Didn’t know if you’d want me back.”
You stared at him. “Dude. You’re literally the worst at emotions.”
“Thanks. I try.” You both cracked a smile, the air between you shifted just a little. Easier. Warmer.
Tyler nodded at the board. “Your move. And don’t cheat this time.”
Romantic: Taylor
“Hey… uh, I saw that phantom almost scratch you. Everything okay?” You were shocked, nevertheless (And sort of flustered), but of course relaxed when that signature smile appeared on her face. "I-I'm alright, you?" Taylor swallowed, knees curling up to her chest. "Yeah."
You leaned back on the seat, "Not as scary as those ducks if I'm being honest." You feigned nonchalance, a giddy smile starting to appear on your face as you felt her warmth radiate off her body.
She snorted, "“You still afraid of ducks?”
“One chased me when I was five, of course I am!” You smiled, sitting up straight to look at her.
“Yeah, and it still lives rent-free in your nightmares.” She laughed. There it was, that laugh... You loved and missed that laugh so much. And it was you who made her laugh.
A moment of comforting silence enveloped the both of you before she rested your head on your shoulder. You stiffened, body heating up as she muttered, "I missed you, y'know."
"... Missed you too, Taylor."
Romantic: Tyler
“You still do that thing with your thumb when you’re nervous,” You said, half-smiling as you tried to reach out to him. Your heart pounded at the closeness and you swore your head felt like exploding. Currently, you all were gathered in Logan's room for a sleepover.
He glanced down at his hand and shrugged. “Old habits.” Tyler said, moving his pawn piece forward. You furrowed your brows at his curtness.
“You ever miss it? Us being friends?” You asked, moving your knight. You were treading lightly, you didn't want to say the wrong thing.
“We were idiots.” Tyler commented, avoiding the question.
“That’s not a no.” You pointed out.
His eyes widened, breath hitching slightly before moving another pawn forward. “Doesn’t matter.” You sighed, moving your rook before sighing and moving it back to move a pawn piece instead. You didn't notice how Tyler hesitated before placing his hand on the hand that was moving the pawn piece, "Illegal move."
You widened your eyes, you were sure you were about to explode now... "D-didn't know you knew how to play chess." You muttered, biting the inside of your cheek.
Tyler didn’t answer right away., clearing his throught and quickly retracting his hand. “I didn’t. My mom taught me last summer.” He paused. “I suck at it. Still do.”
You blinked, a small smirk appearing on yours lips. “You? Admitting you suck at something?”
He gave a small, reluctant grin. “Don’t get used to it.”
A beat of silence stretched between you. Not tense, just... Quiet with the faint sound of Aiden scrolling through Tiktok and Taylor talking to Ashlyn while she braided her hair.
It was comfortable enough that you didn’t rush to fill it but sort of awkward considering you two technically just held hands. “I wasn’t trying to guilt-trip you earlier,” You said finally, voice softer. “I just… I don’t know. Missed you.”
Tyler looked down again. The corner of his mouth twitched, but his voice stayed low. “Yeah. I missed you too,” he admitted, almost like it hurt to say it out loud. “Didn’t know if you’d want me back.”
You stared at him. “Dude. You’re literally the worst at emotions.”
“Thanks. I try.” You both cracked a smile, the air between you shifted just a little. Easier. Warmer. His eyes lingered on yours, flickering down before he widened them.
Tyler cleared his throat, nodding at the board. “Y-your move. And don’t cheat this time.”
(Hope you like it! Also this is a lot longer then I intended it to be lol...)
i've been thinking of making a sort of one sided enemies to lovers/academic rivals fic for viktor from arcane??? i recently read @madschiaveliquelike fanfic and thought it was really good.
I want to create one where they're both still learning at the academy and I want to dive deep on viktor's character as well as who y/n is as a person instead of just having her there to just be with viktor yk???
cause i feel like a lot of people- including me- end up making mc a side piece to the character they want to ship them with and I want to try not to do that more???
I might (probably will) make this fic though and if you want to be added to the taglist please tell in the comments!
In the grand tapestry of existence, the multiverse and time are not separate forces but two interwoven threads, intricately bound to one another. The structure of reality, then, can be envisioned not as a linear pathway or even a branching tree, but as a vast and fluid network—one where every timeline is both a singular entity and an extension of countless others.
You sprayed a bit of water from the sink, watching it land on their face with a mischievous grin. The cold droplets splashed across their skin, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. But before you could even enjoy the moment, you felt a flick of water land on your cheek. Surprised, you gasped, your eyes wide as the glistening droplets caught the light, and you turned to see their eyes sparkling with playful mischief. The water fight had begun.
Hello I wanted to ask if requests are open if having specific requests guidelines like what comfortable writing and what’s off limits? Just wanted to ask since I wasn’t sure and plus I love webcomic school bus graveyard SBG I rarely see any x reader fics for so yeah sorry for rambling lol
Requests are open and I don't currently have any specific guidelines other then no smut so feel free to ask!
-> context: you reflect on a question yuuji asked
-> fandom: jujutsu kaisen
-> warnings: none i think??? a bit of angst and one mention of blood
-> a/n: i usually don't write one shots but i think i like the idea of taking some ideas i've scrapped from my other stories and making them into scenarios
(Cross posted on Wattpad)
“H-hello?” A voice called out to them. Viktor and Y/N turned to each other, to which the white haired woman stood up first.
(Cross posted on Wattpad)
Footsteps littered the ground, strange and unyielding, glowing faintly like embers scattered in the dimness. Y/N didn’t know why she could see them, but there they were. They burned so brightly that she couldn’t help but follow, her heart pulling her forward with wonder.
(Cross posted on Wattpad)
Viktor gasped. He never knew how sweet something could taste after he felt the rush of air in his lungs.
The gunshot tore through the air, a violent thunderclap that reverberated down the narrow street, shattering the stillness of the night.
The shockwave rippled through me, distorting the world into a chaotic blur of sound and sensation. A searing jolt of pain erupted from my side, sharp and unrelenting, spreading like fire throughout.
The force of the bullet sent me sprawling to the asphalt, my legs giving way beneath me. The paper bag I clutched so tightly only moments ago burst open, its contents scattering in every direction. Brightly wrapped candies rolled across the pavement, a cruel contrast to the crimson pooling beneath me.
I tasted blood, sharp and metallic, as it filled my mouth with each desperate gasp. The world around her spun wildly, and for a moment, I couldn't tell up from down.
Pain gripped me in relentless waves, accompanied by an overwhelming tide of fear and confusion. What had just happened, why was this happening, I remember asking myself. I was just a kid.
Muffled shouts reached my ears, distant and distorted, like the murmur of voices underwater. Footsteps thundered nearby, a frantic rhythm I couldn’t fully process. I pressed my trembling hand to the wound at my side, warm blood seeping through my fingers as I struggled in vain to stop it.
My vision faltered, flickering like an old film reel. The once-familiar streets twisted and blurred, their edges melting into indistinct shapes. The streetlights overhead swayed in her gaze, their light refracting like shards of broken glass. I wanted to run, to escape, to go home.
Through the haze of pain, a wail broke through, the piercing cry of sirens cutting through the night. They were getting closer, each note a fragile lifeline in the darkness. Was help on its way, would it be too late, I wondered.
My chest tightened with the effort to cry out, but the sound that escaped my lips was weak, barely a whisper against the chaos around me.
Time stretched, seconds bleeding into eternity. The streetlights above me flickered, casting fleeting shadows across. My mom always wanted me to be home before the streetlights went on. I suppose this time, I’d break her rules.
The cold crept in, wrapping around me like an unwelcome embrace. I felt heavier with each passing moment, my heartbeat slowing, my breaths shallow and uneven.
Why did this happen? I didn’t do anything wrong, right? Tears had spilled down my cheeks, mixing with the grime of the pavement. I was just a kid.
Batman. Where was he now? Didn’t he stop things like this from happening? Wasn’t he supposed to be here when it mattered most? Why didn’t he save me? He was supposed to be a hero. Did he choose not to save me? Was it my fault?
I closed my eyes and didn’t open them again for a long time. I felt like I was underwater. And every problem in the world faded away and I was at peace. I had felt light, lighter than a child like me should’ve.
But… There was this thing… In my head, and it was raging. Burning, fighting, telling me to survive even though I had already died… It changed me, for better or for worse I could never figure out, but it did. I was… Different.
