Count it (Tyler x FemReader) jealous fluff
(( gif not mine - perfect ))
(A/n): wow okay I kinda’ really like these
Request: OK SO I WANTED TO DO A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST FOR A BEAUTIFUL PERSON (that’s you) Could you maybe do a one-shot where Tyler (obvs the jealous type) gets jealous and lots of fluFFfffFfFFFF i WanT FLufF
Warnings: swearing and stufffff
IT IS WRITTEN
Some idle things were whispered from Mark to Ethan. Next to each other, in a hollow living area, they giggled like a pair of school boys.
Ethan nodded enthusiastically to what was said; peering at Mark with giddy eyes.
Mark threw him a smirk and tossed an extra look to where I was standing, which was off in the corner grazing my phone. Even though I was preoccupied, their not so subtle actions were quite obvious in thick air.
I could see Mark quickly countdown from three in silent hand movements.
“So-!” he then said “(Y/n) was dressed actually pretty adorably today, don’t ya’ think?”
Ethan seemed to nod soberly “Yes, she was dressed quite cutely. It is honestly almost a shame that she decided to change for this.”
I believe it was pretty visible; my head peaked with sudden interest. I was basically alerted by the call of (Y/n)’s name. The fashion in which the boys were speaking about her didn’t help much either.
Did Mark just call her adorable? Did Ethan say cute?
“Ah, what-?” I began hoarsely, my words dropping short.
“Well don’t get too down about it, Ethan. This is a dinner out. She might be dolled up even prettier.”
“That’s true- that’s true.”
What are they getting at? (Y/n) is my date, not theirs. I’m the one that claimed dibs when we litterally first met. Do they not recall?
I let my jaw hang loose, and tongue run dry. Not one word was good enough to describe how much this time with her meant to me.
Fucking assholes. They’re just trying to get me jealous, aren’t they?
I’ll show them jealous.
“Well since it’s going to be just (Y/n) and I,” I started forcefully. With meaning, I walked my way over to my two friends and spun them each around- to face the exit.
“I don’t think you’ll need to stay here much longer. You can go to your rooms, masturbate together- I don’t care. But stay away from my girl.”
I had just finished my demand when Mark gasped loudly.
As I shoved them out the doorway to the living room, I said ‘adieu’ and shut the door heavily.
I turned to be greeted with (Y/n)’s heavenly smile.
“Your girl~?” she repeated sweetly, tilting her head in adorable question. Her hooded eyes gave away her taunt like reasoning.
“Wow.” I said in a huff tone.
I was now directing (Y/n) to the front door instead- with gentle pushes on the shoulders. She began to giggle and fidget while we walked. I opened the door softly for her.
“I never said I was yours.” she laughed jokingly, stepping out the door with a big dopey smile falling into her features.
I grinned down at her kindly. There was a reason I loved her this much.
“Well now, you’re mine.” and I shut the door with a happy click.
(A/n): lmao thought I’d get something quick out