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Worth While (Tyler x FemReader) aghast fluff

Originally posted by smile-always-bitch

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(A/n): real sad though

Request:  Can I please request a fic? I’m partially requesting this because I need some comfort :( I read that Tyler said in a stream that he “knows his clock is ticking”, and my heart immediately dropped into my stomach. Like, had my husband not been in the room, I would have started crying. I’d like it to be a fem reader (high school sweethearts maybe?), who heard Tyler say that, and struggles to hold it together during the stream, but when it’s over, has to leave the room. Much hurt and comfort ensues.

Warnings: Tears wtf

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“I wouldn’t put that there.”

“Well why not, Ethan?”

“Because that’s not where it goes!” Ethan cried out a laugh.

Mark continued to shove his game controller into the depths of his plush couch. With a goof-ish grin stretching his cheeks, he allowed Ethan to pull away his arms.

“Well that’s usually where you lose things, and apparently I lost this match, because you claim to not have cheated.”

Slipping out a few laughs of her own, (Y/n) patted Mark on his shoulder.

“Not apparently, you did lose. Because you just suck.”

“(Y/n)!” the brunette squealed “Not the time for–”

“Facts.” Ethan finished.

The three of them erupted in giggles. In came Tyler, holding an open phone. Swiftly, he pecked (Y/n)’s hair and sat on her right.

“It’s time for the twitter Q&A, you idiots.” he said.

As a whole, Mark, Ethan and (Y/n) calmed themselves enough to stay seated, and stay silent. Placing herself over Tyler’s shoulder, the girl read aloud the first tweet on she could see.

“On a scale of one to ten, how difficult is dyed hair?”

“Very.” answered Tyler almost immediately.

Mark sputtered himself to a stop and turned over to view (Y/n)’s boyfriend.

“How would you know?” he asked.

Tyler defended himself “I have to hear the both of you whine about it all day.”

Laughing again, (Y/n) nodded enthusiastically, earning a smile from Tyler himself.

“Gimme’ that.” Ethan demanded, swiping the phone from Tyler. Both Mark and Tyler chuckled at Ethan’s reaction.

“Why is Mark so small?”

“Next question.”

Trying to focus on reading and not laughing Ethan said “It’s because he shoved so much of his dick in his personality, that by cause and effect, it actually made the rest of him physically smaller as well.”

“What do you mean ‘the rest’ and ‘as well’? The rest apart from what?” Mark asked in an touchy, offensive voice.

“Donate now to find out!” Tyler grinned at the camera, pointing at its lens “Links below!”

Bubbling with laughter, Ethan managed to state the next question.

“Did surgery scare you at all? Do you feel any different on your views?”

The question was for Tyler, therefore everyone in the group directed their eyes to the brunette; giving him their full attention.

“Well,” Tyler started. “I wouldn’t say that it scared me. It showed me a lot though.”

The air had been light up to that moment. (Y/n) wondered precariously as to why she felt as though it might change.

“You know; that life, as a whole, is a valuable gift.”

Mark and Ethan both offered him polite, understanding nods.

“It’s a privilege and not right. But, even now, I’m more aware that my own clock has began to tick.”

There it was. The sentence that hung sour within the air, almost palpable. Turning the atmosphere very quickly from joyous to real, especially for (Y/n). At the very least, he ended his answer with an honest smile.

“Well, I feel my surgery scared the shit out of me.” Mark soon cut in. It was very obvious he wanted to change the topic “Because it hurt so much, like holy shit. Flashbacks.”

A ridged laugh came from Ethan as he nodded and said

“I, myself, have never had surgery. And frankly, Mark’s horror story is good enough to scare me.”

Their jokes twisted with each other, once again pulling up a light ring around the group.

(Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to openly joke after something like that being said. Especially from someone like her high school sweetheart. Slowly, roughly, she felt her heart tumble to her stomach. Something wasn’t right with her, not at all.

“But anyway, that’s the only thing.” Tyler concluded, glancing quickly at (Y/n). The brunette noticed a blunt fatigue in her eyes.

Hours and hours passed through the stream. More questions were answered; some silly- some serious.

But as the hours passed, so did (Y/n)’s thoughts. She couldn’t focus on any charity games, couldn’t make any humourus jokes, couldn’t even get herself to spare Tyler a thoughtful look.

(Y/n) was grateful, though, for Mark and Ethan. The two of them took duty in carrying on the atmosphere; keeping her quaintly sane.

“Alright, it has been I don’t know how many hours, but it seems that we are wrapping up here.” Mark eventually said.

He took time to thank everyone that donated- to thank his three friends for joining him.

Mark did his outro, and then he was done. The stream went down and the camera was shut off.

(Y/n) immediately left the room.

It wasn’t her fault that she could not tear her mind away from Tyler’s statement. It wasn’t her fault that she wanted to suck it up for the sake of the stream. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t want Tyler to die…

Such a vague thought it was. Having someone so seemingly important to you just suddenly one day die. It seemed almost selfish. Why did it have to happen?

Quicker than she had anticipated, (Y/n) found herself in her shared bedroom. Lord, when she looked up she cursed for two reason. Her eyes, had become childishly watery. And her gaze, inevitably fell upon her bed. The side closest to the door, Tyler’s side.

If he dies soon, who will lay next to her?

Tears, and nothing but tear, stabbed her eyes. She spun furiously to slam a closed hand against the door. Instead, the sad girl ran into her boyfriend. He had followed her.

“(Y/n).” he mumbled.

(Y/n) did not look up. She did not move, nor did she say anything.

“(Y/n), I…” Tyler raised his hand, very gently, and brought it down upon her soft locks.

“I’m going to die… sooner or later.”

The male pulled his beautiful girlfriend in for a hurting embrace. The sunlight wandered politely on the floor, crawling in from under a drawn curtain. The room was visibly grey.

“Don’t say that to me.” (Y/n) demanded.

If he dies soon, who will hold her when she cries?

Tyler relished the soft tears that came from (Y/n) as they gathered on his shoulder. Tightly wrapped around her chest, his arms became her blanket of comfort.

“I’m happy now where I am.” he said.

“I was happy until now, as well.”

Tyler’s words brought upon the girl more sadness.

“And darling, I’ll be happy when I die, knowing you made my life worth living.”

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(A/n): GET IT BECAUSE HE REALLY CARES FOR HIS FANS AND THE FANDOM AND I HOPE YOU CRY FROM THIS BEcAUsE I KINDa’ DID

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Rating: E
Summary: Gym AU.  Oliver teaches Spinning, Felicity is the new yoga instructor, and things are about to get interesting at Battlefield Fitness.  
Note: In honor of the birthday of youguysimserious.  Hope this makes your birthday special, Kel!  And yes, I didn’t intend to write 9000 words on this, but I am a wordy bitch when it comes to really awesome ideas.  :-)

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Flattery didn’t get you everywhere, but it definitely worked on Felicity.  Add in the fact that Battlefield paid a good salary and was flexible with her schedule needs and it seemed like an easy decision.  

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