#hunter doohan x reader

[gxthicwxrm]

Okay my fanfiction lovers, where is the muse x reader fics? I know he didn’t get a lot of in depth looks into him and his personality but he’s hot hes evil hes a little psycho painter, a dark romance lover’s dream. Am I the only one that wants him to make me a bloody masterpiece in the most sensual way???

[mushroom-words]

Run, Little Rabbit, Run || Tyler Galpin

Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader Words: 1415 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. Warnings: Dark content. Violence. Possessive behavior. Predator and prey trope. Blood. Summary: You've stuck your nose in where it doesn't belong. Now Tyler has to make sure his secret is safe.

YOU WERE TOO curious for your own good. That’s what they would tell you anyway. People would warn you about how the cat fell prey to its own curiosity. They never remembered to mention how many lives the cat had to spare. You weren’t sure how many you had left, but you knew the supply had to be running short by now.

        Mud squelched beneath your feet and splattered up your legs. Rain showered down from the thunderous sky. The pelts of droplets whipped at you from all directions as it flew in harmony with the gusting wind.

        All sense of direction had been blurred and turned around by the churning storm. Everything around you looked the same bathed in the moonlight. A thick fog had begun to roll in and blanketed any potential path through the underbrush. It perfectly depicted a scene out of a horror movie. Right down to the girl running for her life.

        Tyler sang your name from somewhere behind you. “You can’t run forever, little rabbit.”

        He sounded much closer than he should have been. Much too close for comfort. The only solace you had to cling to was knowing he hadn’t transformed into the Hyde yet. Once he did, there would be no hope of escaping his clutches. You still stood a chance while he was human.

        Except he wasn’t exactly human. He was a beast masquerading as a teenage boy. A disguise that he had used to draw you in. Manipulate you into developing feelings for him. Tricking you into believing his act.

        It wasn’t his fault. Not entirely anyway. Tyler couldn’t help what he was or what he did. Hydes followed whatever orders their masters gave them. Someone was making him disembowel fellow outcasts. But knowing that only made the situation far more terrifying. Knowing there were two killers roaming around but not knowing who the mastermind was.

        You threw a precarious glance over your shoulder. He was nowhere to be seen. But you knew he had to be closing in and gaining on you.

        The toe of your shoe caught on something hidden in the underbrush. You cried out as your body pitched forward. You flung your hands out just in time to prevent you from face-planting the mud. Small rocks and broken twigs stabbed into your exposed skin. You ignored the pain as you scrambled back up to your feet. His laughter ran throughout the woods like he could see you struggling. Watching your hands and feet slip against the slick mud. It echoed around you, nearly impossible to hear which direction it came from in the roaring storm.

        “I can smell you, (Y/N),” he sang. “Your fear, it’s almost intoxicating. I bet you taste even sweeter.”

        He was too close. You ducked behind a large tree and slapped your hand over your mouth. Your breathing was ragged and too loud for you to think he wouldn’t be able to hear it. You needed time to think. Fear’s icy fingers had a choke-hold on your ability to properly think about your next moves. But you knew there wasn’t much you could do. You were in the middle of the woods at night with no way to defend yourself against the monster so dangerous and unpredictable that Nevermore had banned him from the campus.

        You felt your foot nudge something. Looking down to see a solid rock, you slowly slid down the trunk and picked it up. The jagged edges scraped against your palm. It was the closest thing to a weapon you could find out there.

        Letting loose a shaky breath, you peeked around the tree to check his whereabouts. You squinted through the downpour but still saw no sign of him. His absence put you more on edge. Not knowing where he was was worse than if you had come face to face with him.

        “Boo.”

        Crying out, you jerked back and let your arm swing with wild abandon. Tyler easily caught your wielded hand and immediately snatched you by the throat. He slammed you back against the tree. Your head knocked against the wood hard enough for stars to speckle your vision.

        He sighed as he looked at you. Just looked at you with eyes as dark as the secrets he held. You wished you were able to decipher the thoughts behind them. If you knew of his plans for you, knew what he planned to do with you now that he had you trapped, you might have been able to formulate a plan of escape. But even you knew that was wishful thinking. Even if you weren’t exhausted and disoriented, you doubted you would be able to see past the doors into his twisted mind.

        The rock slipped from your muddy fingers. He glanced down at it before giving you a disappointed look. Yet underneath that disappointment was a depraved amusement that contrasted sharply against his once inviting features. He shook his head at you and clicked his tongue.

        “Hasn’t anybody taught you not to run from a predator?” He leaned in with a smirk that twisted your stomach with tendrils of dread. “We enjoy the chase too much,” he said in a low voice.

        Tyler released your hand to touch your face. You resisted the urge to flinch away from his fingers. He stroked his thumb over your cheek with a gentleness that belied the circumstances. Shivers skittered up your spine in the same panic that strangled your mind. You shuddered.

        He chuckled at your body’s reaction to him. “The chase is over now, little rabbit.”

        Not much scared you. Even now, you weren’t sure if it was Tyler himself who scared you, or if it was the unknown of what he wanted with you. It might have been the possibility of your death looming over your head that terrified you—or maybe it was how your imagination ran amuck with ideas of what he was going to do to you if he didn’t kill you.

        You didn’t want to stick around to find out.

        You let the saliva pool on your tongue before spitting it out in his face. As soon as it landed, you brought your knee up sharply. The abrupt fight distracted him just enough for you to shove him away from you with a desperate cry. Just the thought of hurting Tyler churned your stomach, but you knew he would hurt you if you didn’t do what was necessary to get away.

        Your shaky legs could only carry you a few feet before a solid mass slammed into your back. You were tackled to the forest floor, the force knocking the wind from you. Tyler manhandled you onto your back and straddled your thighs. He pinned your wrists above your head with a single hand while you struggled to suck air down into your burning lungs.

        Tears mixed with the rain, blurring your watery eyes as you stared up at his enraged expression. “Tyler, please,” you choked out, the words broken between sobs. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just please don’t… don’t hurt me.”

        The anger mingled with something akin to sympathy. Pity. Something that softened the edges of his gaze. But the twisted depravity glinted darker than the night. “Oh, baby,” he cooed mockingly. “I know you won’t tell anyone.”

        He shifted, and it was then you noticed the jagged rock in his hand. You cried and begged until your throat went hoarse and tears and snot slicked your already wet face. He held you down with no effort despite your desperate thrashing beneath him. Not willing to go out without a fight. If you were going down, it was going to be swinging.

        “You won’t tell anyone,” he repeated quietly once you’d exhausted yourself. “I’ll make sure of it.”

        Your scream died out as he brought the rock down with a grunt. Pain immediately exploded across your skull—throbbed as you felt your skin split, warmth trickling down your chilled face in bloody streaks. He slammed the rock into your temple this time. Black began to edge your watery vision. You grappled onto the slippery cliffs of your consciousness as best as you could, but you could feel your fingers losing their grip until you were tumbling from the precipice.

        Tyler leaned down and put his face in yours, making sure he was the last thing you saw before you were plunged into the darkness. “There’s nowhere left to run, little rabbit. You’re mine now.”

[supercap2319]

Imagine Tyler Galpin dating Wednesday’s adopted brother. Like Tyler is just shy, and Addams Reader is just such a cheesy romantic. Like I’m talkin 1950’s romance type cheesy , and Wednesdays just like “ugh here we go again. i swear ur just like dad”

Tyler never knew that Wednesday had another brother besides Pugsley. But the day her family came to get her from Nevermore, Tyler was instantly smitten with her adoptive brother, Y/N Addams. He dressed like his father Gomez, or a young butler as he wore a suit and tie despite the heat outside. His hair was gelled back and combed neatly. He smiled at Tyler and gave him a kiss on the hand. "It's an honor to make your acquaintance, mon chéri." The young man blushed hard.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Y/N, please don't. I don't want to vomit."

And that's how Tyler and Y/N started dating. Tyler was afraid that Y/N's family wouldn't want a murderous Hyde in their family, but he was wrong. When they announced they were together, Y/N's family threw them a fucking party to celebrate. Apparently, it was okay to date guys who could turn into a monster capable of ripping them to shreds.

"Ah, didn't I tell you, Tish? He takes after his father. He knows how to pick em." Gomez smiled.

Y/N was very cheesy. Like 1950s cheesy. He would open doors for Tyler. Write him poems and give him flowers. He even wouldn't let Tyler kiss him because that was moving things too fast. But nonetheless, it was sweet and nice.

Wednesday would roll her eyes at them. "Ugh, here we go again. You're exactly like father, Y/N."

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano Please PT. 6

Words: 1400

Y/N's POV:

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous to meet Jenna's friends. What if I fuck up? What if I'm accidentally a little rude? Or what if they all around don't like me?

God I sound like a teenager meeting their partner's parents for the first time.

I really enjoy spending time with Jenna, though, and I don't want her friends not liking me to mess that up. 

My phone pings with a text from Nessa.

                           Nessa😝

Girl, pull your shit together and get your

ass into that pizza shop. No I'm not stalking 

you, I just know you well enough by now.

                                                                            OK fine.

I timidly step into the store, the warm scent of baking pizza wafting around me.

"Y/N, over here!" I can hear Jenna exclaim, waving me over to her table. She's sitting with a few other people.

"These are my castmates, Emma, Joy, Georgie, and Hunter. Castmates, this is Y/N," Jenna excitedly introduces us.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys," I smile, waving stupidly.

"Nice to meet you too," Joy says kindly, "Jenna's told us to much about you."

I can see Jenna hide her face from me a little.

"Oh really, what's she said?" I ask innocently.

"Just how pretty, funny and kind-" Emma starts.

"Hey, have you guys seen that new baking show with the engineers?" Jenna interrupts. Darn it, I really wanted to know where Emma was going with that.

"No, none of us have the time to do that," Georgie laughs, "I'm surprised you do, honestly."

"No I watched it before we got here," she says quickly.

"So," Hunter starts, immediately way better at changing the subject, "What are some cool sites around Romania I should check out. I have a lot more free time on my hands with this show because I don't have to learn new hobbies, so I wanna get to know the area."

"Oh, well Jenna can tell you I'm an amazing tour guide," I start, "You have got to go to Bran castle, after all, it's said to be the home of Dracula. In reality, it was just a castle that Vlad Dracul once went to, but Bran Castle is the place Bram Stoker based Dracula's castle off of. So that makes it pretty cool."

"That's so cool, I'll have to take Naomi with me," he grins, "thanks for the recommendation."

"Oh yeah, perfect for her because you know, who she plays," Emma winks, "Sorry, we can't share a lot of details with cast outsiders," she says sadly.

"We'd love to share more, but we're under legal agreements," Joy adds.

"I totally get it," I say, feeling the slightest bit left out, but otherwise enjoying myself.

"Hey, so what's the deal with queer acceptance around here?" Hunter asks quietly, "because I want to propose to my boyfriend when he comes to visit in a few months but I don't know how publicly I can do that."

"Oh my god you're gonna propose?!" everyone at the table shrieks, all congratulating him individually.

"I'd like to, but I just need to know from a local," he says, looking to me.

"So, people do have the right to discriminate against you for being queer, and you certainly can't do the actual wedding here, but most people in Busteni aren't that homophobic. And I'm a queer person, so I'd say I'm a pretty good source," I tell him, "I'd say the worst outcome is if it's in front of tourists, because you never know what they'll do."

"Thank you so much," he tells me, "you're awesome."

"Glad I can help," I say happily. So at least one of her friends likes me.

"So, Y/N, how long have you lived in Romania?" Joy asks.

"About three years now," I answer truthfully.

"Wow, so you came at sixteen?" 

"Yeah," I say, eager to change the subject, "so how are you guys liking Romania so far?"

"People can definitely tell we're not from here," Emma giggles, "I mean, not speaking Romanian is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at being able to tell just from the language you speak," I laugh, "I only get away with it because I grew up speaking it."

"Woah, so you grew up bilingual?" Emma questions.

"Yeah, my mom grew up in Romania and my dad went to college here, so they both would speak it with me when I was a kid," I explain.

"Oh that's cool."

The rest of the night goes pretty similarly, all of us getting to know one another. I learn that Jenna used to autopsy little animals like the true Wednesday she is, which I found hilarious. I learned that Emma had to go to a werewolf bootcamp to get better at stunts. They were all such interesting people.

 By the end of the night I think they actually might not hate me! Success.

"Hey, Y/N, can I walk you home?" Jenna asks.

"Sure," I smile. The rest of the group exchange looks, and file out of the pizza shop.

"I think my friends like you," she tells me as we get up from out seats.

"You do?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah, they wouldn't have talked to you as much as they did if they didn't."

"Well in any case, I'm glad they're okay with me," I laugh.

"Yeah, me too," she smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning her head on the side of my arm as we walk down the street. It's fully dark out, and the only thing lighting the street up are the old gas powered street lamps. Oh my god I hope she can't see my blush. She's so adorable.

"I was so worried they were gonna hate me," I confess after a few minutes of silence.

"Why would they do that?" she asks, "you're a lovely person." Hearing her say that melts my heart. She thinks I'm a lovely person!

"I'm glad you think that, but I don't think everyone shares that opinion."

"Well they're stupid, but in any case, thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight. My friends really wanted to meet you."

"Yeah, I bet it's because you told them how pretty funny and kind I was," I tease her. I can just barely see the blush on her face under the soft glow of the street lamps.

"I can't believe she told you I said that," she shakes her head.

"Oh so you did say it," I inquire.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she confesses. Wow, I can't believe she really thinks all that about me.

"Well what else did you tell them?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"Such as?"

"W-well you know, the things you tell your friends when you like someone," she starts, "like what we say to each other, or the jokes we have. Or what we do when we hang out. You know, that stuff." Oh my god, she likes me. Like, likes me likes me,

"So you like me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I like you!" she all but shouts, "your sense of humor is amazing, you're beautiful, you don't judge me for anything I say or do, and you always want to hear what I have to say." Well what do I even say to that? Saying I like you too feels cheesy and like something a child would say.

We've come to a stop now, right outside my apartment. We're only inches apart, her beautiful brown eyes glistening in the light.

"Please say something, Y/N," she says quietly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly. She exhales in relief before nodding intently.

I cup her cheek, bringing our lips together. It feels like fireworks are going off with my stomach. She wraps her arms around my waist. I never realized kissing someone could feel this right. I can taste the tropical chapstick on her soft lips, and smell her subtle perfume. 

What feels like both an eternity or also less than a second later, we pull away, both smiling.

"So I'll see ya for coffee tomorrow?" she asks.

"You can count on it," I smile. She pulls me into an embrace, burying her head in my shoulder. We stay like that peacefully for a minute, swaying in the wind.

"I have an early start tomorrow, so I should get home now," she tells me.

"Aww okay. I understand. Well, good night gorgeous," I quickly lean down to kiss her again. Her smile widens.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she blows me a kiss before walking off.

Wow. What a night.

A/N: I know Y/N is supposed to be mostly customizable, but I swear the thing with the parents WILL make sense later! love u guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter:)

Random Notes: 

- I'm not making up that the lipstick jenna used on the set of Wednesday was in fact made from tropical fruit. 

- Eidolon is actually a real pizza place in Busteni.

- I spent HOURS on the tour chapter learning about places in Busteni. Finding the places on SnapMap, reading their reviews, and cross referencing the information. I also spent a while learning about Romanian geography. Romanians, I'm so sorry if I'm not doing your country the justice it deserves.

- A lot of the laws around queer people in Romania are less than progressive, but being queer in itself is legal.

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweet Monster

Media - Wednesday(Netflix) Character - Tyler Galpin Couple - Tyler X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 15 / Dark Subject Matter's Word Count - 1589

The room at the very top of Willow Hill felt like a prison cell. It was sweltering, nearly suffocating on scorching days, with the heat seemingly trapped by the stone walls that rose up like silent sentinels. These walls, cold and unyielding, were fortified by three-inch-thick metal plates bolted together. The floor was a bleak expanse of heavy concrete, worn and scratched by claws.

A few blue-hued LED lights were embedded in the slanted ceiling, casting an eerie glow that hummed softly.

Minimal was an understatement when describing his living conditions, it was as if he were a relic of a dehumanizing experiment which in some ways… he was. The only furniture was a narrow bed, its thin sheet painfully stitched directly to the mattress. A small, utilitarian toilet was crammed into one corner, equipped with a sink perched precariously on top, not even a holder for the paper. His water was dispensed from a grimy tap into a single, dented metal cup. Meals arrived through the bolted door and pushed through in a bowl like a mishearing dog.

Typically, Tyler was granted the bare minimum of freedom within this confined space, allowing brief periods to move about his enclosure. But the thick collar around his neck was a constant reminder of his captivity, delivering sharp jolts of electricity whenever he ventured too close to the walls, the door or whenever the staff simply wished to watch him squirm. The oppressive heat clung to him, saturating his skin with sweat, while the thin, hospital-issued sweatpants were all that he could bear to wear.

However, today felt different. They came for him early in the morning, the harsh fluorescent lights cutting through the fog of sleep and wrapping around him like a vice. Without a word, they dragged him from his bed and shackled his wrists to the wall, the cold metal biting into his skin. He understood this grim ritual all too well; it meant a visitor was coming.

Tyler’s heart raced with uncertainty. It definitely wasn’t his father, the man had made that painfully clear. Instead, he fervently hoped it would be Wednesday. Just the thought of seeing her sent a thrill of longing through him. He yearned to inhale the familiar scent that clung to her like a whisper of freedom. Maybe, just maybe, he could reach out and touch her skin, if only for a fleeting moment, and feel alive once more amidst the desolation of his existence.

"Galpin. Best behaviour?" The guard barked, The man's broad shoulders and steely gaze made it clear this wasn’t a request, but an order. And Tyler knew the punishment if he didn’t obey.

Tyler swallowed hard, he remained silent, choosing to keep his head down and avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

"Got a nice visitor today. You got ten. No more." The guard said. "She's a pretty girl.”

Tyler just nodded.

The guard swung the heavy door open, allowing the visitor to enter. However, it wasn't the expected figure for Wednesday.

Instead, Y/n stepped in hesitantly. She shuffled across the threshold in her muddy brown boots, which were caked with remnants of the outdoors. Her dark green tights clung to her legs, dramatically contrasted by the intricate black ivy leaf patterns of the fishnets layered over them. She wore a pair of slightly rumpled brown shorts that sat comfortably on her waist, paired with a loose-fitting green blouse that billowed softly with each movement. A brown cardigan pushed up to her elbows. Her long hair, usually flowing freely, was tied up in a messy bun held together with her signature ivy crochet hair ties.

As she entered, her large, expressive eyes shimmered with a hint of defenselessness, appearing almost tearful under the dim lights of the room.

Tyler felt a wave of disappointment wash over him at the sight of her, but a spark of curiosity ignited within him. He couldn't help but wonder why Y/n had chosen to seek him out.

"You have your safety, little lady?" The guard asked,

Y/n nodded, “Thank you,”

The guard carefully pulled the heavy door shut, the sound of its creaking hinges echoing softly in the dimly lit room.

She met his eyes and sniffled her tears, "Ohh you poor thing, what have they done to you…"

Tyler looked away from her,

“What is it?”

“Where is she?”

“Who…”

“Who? Who do you think?!” He snapped,

She jumped back trembling a little,

“Where is Wednesday?”

"I take it… You're not excited to see me."

Tyler scoffed, "What do you think?"

"I… Figured you'd want company…"

"Company, yeah. Not yours,"

She silently began to cry. "I'm sorry… I-"

Tyler noticed her crying, and a hint of guilt washed over him. He looked at her again, his expression now softening the slightest bit. "Where is she. Tell me.”

“She’s gone, Tyler.”

“Gone?

Tyler's eyes widened at her words. he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Gone… she was gone. "Gone? like gone from Nevermore? Or…" he asked, his voice hoarse. he hoped against hope that it was just a misunderstanding.

She nodded, "She left, she went home."

Tyler felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He couldn't believe it. Wednesday was gone. away from Nevermore, away from him. the thought of never seeing her again felt like a punch to the stomach. He let out a shaky breath, trying to process this information. Tears welled up, "Why… why did she leave?" he finally managed to ask.

"She didn't want to stay at the school, so when her parents came she convinced them and they took her home."

Tyler felt a pang of loneliness wash over him. He couldn't understand why Wednesday would leave, why she'd abandon him here, alone. After a moment of silence, he looked up at her again, his gaze filled with despair. "Did… did she say anything about me before she left?"

"I asked her, if there was anything she wanted me to tell you…"

he clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath, his grip on her hand still tight. "What did she say?"

"She said… No. There's nothing I need to tell him."

Tyler felt those words like a knife to the chest. He knew Wednesday was never one to express her feelings, but hearing her say those words… it stung. He couldn't help the look of disappointment that crossed his face. He looked away, trying to hide the hurt that he felt. The pain in his heart took over. After a moment of silence, he managed to force the words out, "…not even… a goodbye?"

She shook her head, "I’m so sorry Tyler…"

Tyler felt tears start to burn at the corner of his eyes, his heart breaking into a million pieces.

“But… I’m here,”

“Why?” he asked,

“What?”

“Why are you here?”

"I… I just wanted to see you, to come check on you. I…I miss you."

Tyler's heart thumped at her words. "You… missed me?" he asked softly,

She nodded stepping closer. "Mhm, I used to see you so much with the girls… Now you gone I… I miss you. I… I find myself sleepless worrying over you,"

Tyler was taken aback by her words. He found himself looking at her again, the way she worried over him tugged at his heart. "Why do you care so much?"

"I worry about you." She nodded, "I know this place… Isn't good for you."

"what do you want me to do, huh? you come here, worry for me, make me feel guilty. What do you want me to do?!"

"Nothing! I don't want you to do anything!" She told him firmly, "I… I just want to see you, be whatever little help I can be for you,"

"what… what could you even do for me, huh? I'm locked up in here." he spat, “I. Don’t. Want. You. Here.”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t still come,” She said, "I'm happy to visit, every week if you want me to." She suggested, "I could bring you food, books, anything they'll let me really." She smiled, "I just want to … Help Tyler. Make this place… A little less horrible."

Tyler paused, stunned by the extent of her words. He stared into her eyes again, conflicted between shoving away her kindness and soaking it in as much as possible unsure when he’d get any again. "You… you'd do that for me?"

“Of course,” she nodded,

he tried to swallow down the emotions that were rising in him but couldn't fight them. "Why would you go through all that trouble for me? I… I don't deserve it," he said honestly,

"Because you’re my friend." She smiled,

Tyler felt a lump in his throat as she called him her friend. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions that swirled within him. "My friend…"

Before either could say another word the guard opened the door once more, “Times up. Come on, little lady.”

She nodded sheepishly, “I… I’ll come back, next week, if you want me to?” She asked,

Tyler stared at the ground, his heart racing as he searched for the right words. The weight of the silence hung heavily in the air, and he felt a knot tightening in his stomach. After a moment of hesitation, he realized that even the simplest response would be better than remaining quiet. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip away, not when so much was at stake. With a deep breath, he finally opened his mouth, “Okay…”

She smiled softly, “Bye Tyler.”

“Bye… Bye Y/n…”

The guard firmly grasped her arm, guiding her through the dimly lit corridor. With a resounding clank, the guard secured the lock behind her, leaving him alone in the cold, stark chamber once more, the silence enveloping him like a shroud.

[multifamdomfan]

I love this picture of them

[berrieluv]

ʚ 𖦹₊˚. remus lupin x fem!reader c.w. — andrew garfield/hunter doohan remus lupin. it's just fluff, remus is so in love i need him so bad. lowercase intended. sorry if something doesn't make sense, english is not my first language.

summary: remus did well in hiding his werewolfiness from you for years, now in your new situationship as girlfriend-boyfriend he can't stand lying and hiding things from his girl. of course you already knew, because you're curious and you tend to sneak into places you shouldn't.

ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.

remus.

remus lupin was right. and it wasn’t like a surprising, astonishing moment. he was always right, you were just maybe hoping for him to not be when he told you, sometimes, staying away from some things would be better.

so you were there. running, tears in your eyes and your heart beating dangerously fast.

remus. remus. remus.

it was still remus, but your mind couldn’t be far from the image you just saw.

it’s not his fault. it’s not him. he told you to stay away.

but you’ve known him for years, and it never seemed as such big thing for you to indulge further but the first month into your relationship you thought it was going to change. he had no reason anymore to sneak around, why would you be with someone you don’t fully trust. why would you be with someone if you would still try to sneak with someone else.

you held your body as soon as you reached your bed, hiding under your covers and rolling uncomfortable, suddenly everything felt too much, the once soft sheets felt hard and rough.

you didn’t mean to see, you didn’t mean to know that.

when remus didn’t reach for you the whole weekend you weren’t wondering, for the first time after a full moon, where was remus lupin, and you didn’t try to reach for him either.

remus, on the other hand, reached for your soft skin next to his bed, he held sirius hand as if it was yours, thinking, hoping, for you to care enough to ignore his pleads of staying away and reaching for him.

“lils says she haven’t left the dorm… her dorm” james corrected. they all could see remus eyes’ being to fill up with sadness and disappointment. “wonders if she feels sick. haven’t talk to her or marl either”

remus prayed and hoped for his body to be well enough to chase you soon. to ask you what was wrong, to care for you like the good boyfriend he wanted to be. it wasn’t long into your relationship and he was already failing.

he wondered if you were asking yourself if he cared about you, because where was him.

and you knew you had to get out of there. to shower, to eat, to assist to classes but your bed was the safest place you could think of right now. having people around felt wrong and forcing you to talk to them hurt.

you woke up early that monday. lily followed you into the girls shared bathroom and watched you as you both slowly started your routines.

“if you want to talk…” she started, trying to find the right words. not pretending to sound intrusive “i’m here. we’re here”

you nod and said nothing, you looked at her through the mirror and smile and she does it back.

but what exactly did you wanted to talk about. it wasn’t for you to tell, and you didn’t exactly know were you were standing. were you mad at remus for not telling you or were you scared of him.

near breakfast hour you walked there alone. a bit late, the time consumed by the thoughts if you should actually go. remus ran to you the moment he saw you and you froze in your place.

what if he wanted to touch you, what if he wanted to kiss you, what if he wanted to hug you.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to talk. social confrontation seeming hard.

“morning, luv” he smiled at you and you tried to do so but it seemed broken “are you alright?” are we alright?

“yes…” you managed, sounding exhausted, your voice came out like all the air was being taken away from your body. “long time no see?”

he chuckles with a sad smile. three days. that’s the most he has spent without his girl. not without you, but now, as his girlfriend, it felt different.

“missed you” he said. sad, not because it was a lie, or because he thought you didn’t miss him. but because he wanted to be honest with you in every aspect of his life. “so, so, much. haven’t spent this much time far from you”

“yes, you have” you quickly point out. referring to the days you weren't a couple, when he would take longer to come back to you. ashamed of his new scars, scared of the fact that he saw himself as a monster and terrified you could start to see it. "this is not near the longest we have been apart at the end of a month"

remus smiles sadly at you, and when he tries to step forward and kiss you, you really, really, don't mean to take a step back but you do it anyways and he frowns, looking at you with open arms.

"wha-what's wrong?"

"nothing" you look around, everyone's eyes felt focused in the two of you, but an honest look would tell you that... no one cared.

you felt so trapped inside this problem, it felt like the biggest thing in the world but you were the only one feeling the same.

"sorry, sorry, rem. i'm just. i feel... it's too much" he frowns "i don't, please don't touch me. not now."

"sure, darling"

that's the saddest you've ever hear him. even in his first years, when he was just getting used to that. he would never sound that devastated while he was with you.

"you want to have some, some breakfast or is it too much too?"

you knew he was hurt, and maybe he didn't mean to sound so harsh or sarcastic or mean, and you had no right to feel hurt when you were the one hurting him.

"breakfast sounds good" you say and start walking, knowing he was behind you. and knowing exactly that, you choose to sit between marlene and some griffindor next to her, leaving no sit for remus, who watched you hurt.

lily looked at him and shrugged, you avoided her gaze and felt marlene arm in your shoulders.

"i guess i deserve it" remus said, sitting back in his place next to sirius, in front of peter. "i ghosted for three days. my girlfriend, my girl, and i just ignored her. for three whole days. a whole weekend. and lily said she was in bed. she was feeling unwell and i was just feeling pity for myself"

"no, moony" peter started. "don't do that to yourself. s'not your fault"

"yes, no, but. even if it wasn't, she has no way of knowing. she has no, she doesn't know"

"doesn't make it your fault" james interferes.

"i should've come up with an excuse at least" he still tries "not leave her like that, guys i'm..." remus hides his face in his hands and starts to murmur "i'm in a relationship now. a serious relationship. with the girl of my dreams. the girl i've been in love since i was fourteen years old, guys" he takes his hands off his face and emphasizes "fourteen years old. i have her now, i have her now and i love her. i love us"

"moony..." sirius is stopped by remus.

"it is my fault, right?" remus looks at his friends "it is my fault for thinking i deserved better. for thinking i deserved to be happy"

"you do deserve happiness, remus" peter says again "because you are a really wonderful person. you just have to learn to deal better with some things. and maybe be more honest with your girl" remus chuckles at how that sounds. it was the first time someone said it out loud. someone who wasn't him. "you will do good. you both. you're meant to be"

"thanks, petey" remus says, standing from the table when everyone else did, breakfast time over. "i have to talk to my girl" he smiled and as soon as he did, the rest of the marauders did too.

remus really thought this would be easier. but here he was, in front of you. marlene and lily were kind enough to wait in the common room so the both of you could talk.

usually, everything happens in his room. it's a safer place for him, he saw your things around, the mess in marlene's side, the tidiness on lily's and the mix of both in yours. he thought he would feel like an intruder but he felt calm. he could smell your essence and the things you liked make him feel somehow home.

"remus..." you start again. "what is it?"

remus opened his mouth and closed it again. not knowing how to start.

"i love you"

"what?"

"i love you" he repeated again "i love you so much and i know you're mad at me. i know you want me far right now but i love you, so, so much, and it's killing me to know i made you feel unhappy"

"what?"

"darling, i love you. you want me to repeat it again? i will. i swear. i'll tell you i love you every second of the day but please, please, don't be mad at me. don't, don't flinch when i try to get close to you. don't be scared of me"

"i'm not" you finally say "i'm not scared of you. i'm not mad at you, remus, i just need... time"

"time?" he asks, not wanting to believe you, because you wanted to be far from him and he wanted nothing more than to be with you as much as he could before the next full moon. "you want to be away from me?"

"remus..."

"no. no, i get it. i get it, i'm too much. i'm too much and yet i'm not good enough"

"i do love you too, remus" you say but he shook his head. because how could you say that when you wanted time away from him. "no?"

"don't be mean, darling. don't do that to me. don't say you love me if you don't want me near you"

"i just, i just don't know how to deal with the fact that you're lying to me!" he frowns "i just don't know how to treat you now knowing you're a, knowing you obviously don't want me to know that you're a werewolf".

"you know?" he's in shook. "darling, i..."

"i'm sorry, remmy" you start, tears meeting your eyes but you feel like you're not allowed to cry "i know you don't want me to know but i couldn't help it"

"what do you mean you don't know how to treat me?"

"i mean i, i could just, i could act as i always do around you but, now that i know, around the full moons, would you, is it alright if i take care of you? do you want me to?"

remus feels himself start to breathe again. because he truly thought the worst, and you just wanted to be near him, not in his best times but in his worst ways too.

"i... i thought you wanted to break up with me. i thought you saw me as a monster"

you start to shake your head "no, no remmy, not a monster. never. you're my remmy. i do, i did got scared thought"

"of me?"

"of you... being a werewolf. when i saw you, back then, and you were full wolf and you... i'm sorry, rem, but you looked hideous"

he chuckled "you want me for my looks, darling?"

"kind of..." you joke, walking closer to him, hugging his torso and hiding your face in his chest.

"meanie"

"sorry, remmy. but i have a reputation to keep on, you know"

"i know. you are the prettiest girl at hogwarts. you deserve nothing but the prettiest boy"

"lucky me i have him, right? well, except once a month but if you want the beauty you'll have to deal with the beast, right?"

"you have the best of both worlds" he says, kissing your hair "you're the best of my world. you're my life"

he thought it was something lame to say in just a month into the relationship. but he spent so much time in love with you, he waited for years to have this, he would not waste any more seconds without saying this.

"wouldn't it be cool if i turn into an animagus and i'm like, a wolf too?"

"the coolest, darling"

[jenna0rtega27]

Cool!! Okay could you maybe do a yandere Jenna Ortega x fem reader where reader and Jenna are friends with benefits and reader is flirting with someone and Jenna gets jealous and it gets extremely yandere but then it ends with really fluffy smut thank you!!!!

(Btw Jenna is a dom and reader is a sub!)

You are the only one I love

Thank you for asking 18+ Yandere Jenna x F!Reader Summary: Request Warning: Yandere!Jenna, smut, fingering, dom!Jenna, sub!Reader, jealousy, mention of choking, rough sex Note: This is my first Yandere character so I'm sorry if it's bad Number of words : 2770

Masterlist

You are in a bar with Emma Myers, Hunter Doohan and her husband, Georgie Farmer, Joy Sunday, Naomi Ogawa, Oliver Watson, Johanna Watson and Jenna Ortega. You all participated in the cast of Wednesday and it was the best experience of your entire life.

You are all very good friends but there is one person where it is more than friendship. Sure enough, you and Jenna met on set and immediately became very good friends. After 3 months of filming, you and Jenna had decided to become friends with benefits. So you would fuck from time to time in his trailer or yours. But over the months, you had felt more than friendship after each fuck. Your feelings increase each time for the little brunette. You have a huge crush on her but you know that's not the case for her. Because she herself if she fucks with you, fucks with someone else.

To say that you are jealous every time she tells you about the person she fucked is an understatement. You just want to cry every time she talks to you about this topic. For a while you've been thinking about stopping all this shit with Jenna because it hurts you so much to know that you're not the only person who touches her body.

You come back to reality when a waiter comes to take your order for everyone. You are in the VIP room of the bar so as not to be disturbed by overly intrusive fans. You all sit together at a table of ten people. In order, Oliver, Joy, you, Emma and Georgie. And in front of you is Hunter, her husband, Jenna, Naomi and Johanna. And you curse yourself for sitting in front of Jenna because she puts her foot on your leg and strokes it.

You all give your order and the waiter leaves to prepare it. Everyone talks together but you stay in your bubble feeling Jenna's foot going up to your thigh and back down.

The waiter returns with your drink and food and leaves to serve another customer. You start to eat your food when you feel someone nudge you. You turn your head and see Joy looking at you with concern.

Joy has always been in love with you. She often invites you to dinner, to the movies or even a day with her at her house. You won't lie that you once had feelings for her. But your brain still went to the brunette who fucked you until you fell asleep from exhaustion in her bed. But today, you want to end this friendship with advantage because it hurts you too much. So why not try with Joy?

"Are you fine? You haven't spoken since we've been here." Joy gently places a hand on your thigh. You smile at his kindness. Jenna never did this for you.

" Yes I am fine thank you." You place your hand on Joy's and interlace your fingers together. You turn your head and you can sense that Jenna is not happy. She looks at you and Joy with daggers in her eyes. But she doesn't say anything. She just talks with Hunter and her husband while keeping an eye on you. You swallow and resume your conversation with Joy.

"Don’t worry, I’m fine. I'm just a little tired." Joy smiles at you and kisses the back of your hand. You blush slightly at this action. You can feel Jenna’s gaze on you. You swallow the lump in your throat.

You continue talking with Joy. You had all been drinking and you can see that Joy is drunk. She touches your arm with her fingers which makes you shiver slightly. You look into each other's eyes, ignoring Jenna's glare, and Joy slowly approaches you. Because of the alcohol you've consumed, you lean in too but before your lips can connect, Jenna gets up from her chair, walks around the table and grabs your arm.

“I need to talk to you.” Jenna stands up forcefully and looks at Joy with a look that could kill anyone. If Jenna had missiles in her eyes, Joy would most certainly be dead. You follow Jenna without saying anything because you know she is angry. Even very angry. But honestly you're not sure why Jenna would be angry about kissing Joy. I mean, she fucks with anyone and she lets herself get mad at you?

Arriving in the women's bathroom, Jenna closes the door and bars it and pushes you against the door. Jenna places her hands on either side of your body to trap you in your arms. You're not going to lie, you find her really sexy and hot when she's angry.

"What was that ?" Jenna looks you straight in the eye. “Fuck Wednesday really changed his character. » You say to yourself in your head. “What was that about?” You ask like you don’t know what she’s talking about.

"Don't take me for an idiot Y/n Y/l/n. You know exactly what I mean." Jenna’s jaw shifts as she brings her face closer to yours.

"No Jenna I don't understand what you mean. You wanted a friendship with benefits relationship but you're fucking other people! Why can't I do the same thing?!" You let go. Even if you didn't want to do it in front of Jenna, it's too heavy to keep to yourself.

“Because you’re mine.” Jenna responds with a low voice that you always found so sexy. Jenna doesn't let you answer and places her lips on yours for an intense and passionate kiss. You moan into her mouth and she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth and push it down your throat. The little brunette cups your cheeks and continues to lick the inside of your mouth. You put your hands on her hips but she pulls away from your lips and you moan at the lack of her lips. She takes your hands and raises them so they are above your head.

"No touching me. You wanted to play with me so you will be punished. And as I know that you like to touch me while we fuck, I forbid you from touching me until I judge that your punishment is finished. Understood?” You nod. All you want is to put your lips back on the addictive lips of the petite brunette who is so dominant with you. "Answer" Jenna places one of her hands on your throat and squeezes a little. You feel yourself getting wet from Jenna's so sexy action.

"Yes I understood."

“Yes who?”Jenna tightens her grip on your throat.

"Yes Mommy" You say with a little difficulty because the air is difficult because of Jenna's warm hand.

“Good girl” Jenna sticks her tongue out and parts your lips to open them and enter your mouth with her wet tongue. You moan into her mouth as her joined tongue holds it and she licks your tongue so sensually. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Jenna removes her hand from your throat and places it on your wet center and caresses it over your shorts and panties. You moan into her mouth and she takes the opportunity to suck your tongue which makes you even wetter.

Jenna removes her hand from your wrists that are still above your head and cups your jaw. She continues to rub her palm over your dripping pussy.

“Please Mommy” you complain. All you want is to get fucked by Jenna.

“Please what Mi amor?” Jenna continues to caress your vagina as she lets go of your jaw with her other hand and places it back on your throat and squeezes the hand.

“Fuck me Mommy” You close your eyes because of the little brunette’s teasing.

“Look at me” Jenna squeezes the grip on your throat harder and stops rubbing your pussy. You open your eyes and see Jenna's dark, dark eyes of desire. “Beg me and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before” Jenna gives your lips a kiss, slightly red and swollen from the intense kissing.

“Please fuck me Mommy. I need you.” You moan as Jenna begins her movements on your pussy again. A smirk forms on Jenna’s lips at your pleas and moans.

“Good girl” Jenna quickly undoes your shorts and pulls them down along with your panties. She leans down and blows on your dripping pussy. You moaned at his teasing.

“You’re so wet baby.” Without any warning, Jenna licks a large wet stripe from your hole to your clit. She moans at your divine taste and you at the feel of her expert tongue. She continues to make a big wet band. You moaned, placing a hand on his hair. But Jenna immediately stops her licks and slaps your thigh. “What did I say about your hands?”

"Sorry! Sorry! I just forgot. Please continue" You complain, removing your hands from his hair and placing them on the wall.

“You touch me one more time and I can guarantee you that you will have to masturbate to cum” Jenna immediately puts her tongue back on your pussy attacking your clit. She makes quick circles with the tip of her tongue which makes you moan with desire. You close your eyes in pleasure and continue to moan. But Jenna hits your thigh again without leaving your clit.

“Look at me” Jenna demands and you open your eyes, lowering them and meeting Jenna’s dark eyes. She looks into your eyes and circles your clit, sucking hard. You move your hips for more friction but Jenna circles your hips to stop you from moving. She continues to suck your clit and with two fingers she pushes them into your pussy dripping with your juices and her drool. You moaned louder as you felt your pussy stretch with the number of Jenna's fingers.

“You feel so good baby.” Jenna moans at the sight of you. The vibrations on your clit make you moan louder. Jenna adds a third finger which makes your pussy spread and makes you moan. After a few more licks and fingers, you soon feel yourself coming.

“Fuck Jenna I’m coming soon” You moan as Jenna bites your clit and hits you harder and further hitting the best places in your pussy.

“Hold it in. You can only cum when I allow you to” Jenna continues to suck, bite and lick your clit and adds a fourth finger into your hole. You moan at the number of fingers in your pussy and try not to touch Jenna. Jenna continues to finger and suck you for about twenty seconds.

“Cum in my mouth baby.” Jenna allows you and you moan loudly as you cum in Jenna's mouth and on Jenna's fingers. The little brunette moans as she cleans your entire pussy so as not to leave any drips. She removes her fingers and you moan at the loss. She stands up and puts her index and middle fingers in her mouth and the other two fingers in yours. You moan at your taste. You look into each other’s eyes as you suck on his fingers.

Jenna removes her fingers once her fingers are clean by your mouth and kisses you. She pulled her tongue into your mouth and you moaned into her mouth. Your tongues swirl together in an intense, rapid dance. It recedes when your lungs burn from lack of air. Jenna looks at you and you still see desire in her beautiful brown eyes.

“Lie on the floor” Jenna commands and you do exactly as she orders. You lie down and Jenna undresses right in front of you. Your mouth waters seeing her tits and pussy soaking with her excitement. Once undressed, she gets on top of you so that her pussy touches yours.

“Are you ready for a second round baby?” You nod your head not trusting your voice and moaning as you feel the wetness of the petite brunette above you. Jenna cups your jaw to make eye contact. “Answer me” Jenna squeezes your jaw, digging her fingers into your skin.

“Yes Mommy” You moan as Jenna starts moving her hips and her pussy moves against yours.

“Good girl” Jenna kisses you, pushing her tongue into your mouth and touching the back of your throat. You moan, retching. Jenna pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “Touch me baby” Without hesitation you put your hands on his hips and you help him by going faster. The little brunette places one hand on the base of your neck and the other on your breasts, massaging it gently.

“Fuck Y/n, I love you so much. I've loved you since I met you on the set of Wednesday. And when I saw you with Joy I saw black. I wanted you so much." Jenna opens up to you with tears threatening to fall and continuing her movement of her hips. You both moan at the friction of your two pussies.

You feel butterflies in your stomach at the words you've been waiting to hear from Jenna's mouth. But you frown when you think about all his fucking during your friendship with benefits.

“So why were you fucking other people when you loved me?” Every time you came back you told me everything in detail. “You don’t understand how Jenna can love you when she was fucking other girls. For you it is incomprehensible. Jenna cups your face to look into your eyes.

“Because I never fucked with other people. You have always been the one and only person who has touched me” Tears flow freely down her cheeks.

“But why were you telling me that then? To hurt me?" Tears are now streaming down your cheeks from incomprehension but also from relief that Jenna hasn't fucked any other girl besides you.

“I wanted to make you jealous. I thought you were going to come at me this way but it was the wrong way. I should have acted like an adult and told you that I loved you. But y/n, I never wanted to hurt you. But I know I still hurt you and I'm so sorry."

Tears run down both of your cheeks. Jenna wipes your tears with her shoots and you do the same for her. You bring his face closer to his and place your lips on his. The kiss is filled with love and apologies from both of you. Jenna slowly continues her hip movements. You withdraw from lack of air.

“I love you so much Jenna. And I promise you that I love Joy just as a friend. It was and always will be you. But I thought you didn't like me when you said you were fucking other girls. So I had lost hope. But I love you so much Jenna." You respond with sincerity and love.

"I'm so sorry." Jenna kisses your forehead and rests her forehead on yours. You shake your head kissing Jenna's soft lips.

“Let’s forget it okay. Let's start from scratch." Jenna nods with a soft smile which you return.

“How about I take you on a date?” Just the two of us to get off to a good start." You smile with joy and happiness as you place your lips on his to kiss more passionately. Your tongues move in a soft sensual dance.

"I say yes." You both smile as you reconnect your lips in another passionate kiss filled with love and sincerity. This kiss also represents the new beginning.

10 minutes later

You walk out of the bathroom after your second round and fix yourself up. You return to your table and notice that Joy has taken Jenna's place. You smile at him and say ‘thank you’ but you can see pain in his eyes. You feel really bad for giving Joy false hope. She is an exceptional person and a truly great friend. You wouldn't replace it for anything in the world. You really hope that your friendship with Joy stays the same as before. You take your place next to Emma and Jenna sits next to you and Oliver. You're talking to Emma when you feel someone take your hand. You look down and see Jenna's hand. You intertwine your fingers with hers and smile when she strokes the back of your hand with her thumb. You look up to see her talking with Oliver, Hunter and her husband but she has a big smile on her face. And you know it's not the boys who cause this smile.

[jaozendry]

"I'm so into bad boys": PART 1

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Addams!Reader

PART 2

Warnings: blood, death, graphic violence, murder, possessive love, spoilers

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

OTHER CHARACTERS: Miss Thornhill/Laurel Gates

Summary: Tyler reveals to you that he is a Hyde. He thinks you'll despise him for it, but he doesn't know your taste in men as much as he thought he did.

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"What does it feel like?" Tyler asks, looking at you with innocent eyes. "What does what feel like?" you ask, confusion in your eyes. "To lose." he replies, his eyes darkening. "You know, at first, I'd wake up naked, covered in blood, having no idea what just happened." he explains, walking towards you slowly and menacingly. "But over time, I remembered everything. The sound of their screams, terror in their eyes, fear so primal I could taste it." He grabs you by the jacket. "You have no idea what's coming." he whispers in your ear in a threatening tone. He tries to let go of you, but you hold his arms. "You really don't know anything about me, do you?" He looks at you, confused. "Pick up the hints, Galpin. I love bad boys." He smirks at you and pushes you against the wall. Your gazes meet, accusing each other.

"So, you really did love me." he asks, his persona finally breaking. "Why wouldn't I, Tyler?" you reply, looking at him with a little smirk. "I thought you'd hate me for being a Hyde." he sighs. "Even though I was controlled by my master, I always did my best to protect you." he explains while looking down at the floor. "Like that time Rowan tried to kill me?" He nods in agreement. You break free from him. "I can't have a weak and sensitive boyfriend, Galpin. Show me that Hyde personality of yours." you explain. He smirks threateningly at you and grabs you by the neck, but softly. You break free and take him by the shirt to kiss him. He engages back for a few seconds before you pull away. "Alright, who's your master." you ask, accusing him. "Why?" he replies. "You're mine now, I decided. And I'm yours. No one else." you explain, caressing his face. He sighs. "It's Thornhill."

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"Hello, Thornhill." you salute her with a knife behind your back. She jumps. "Oh, hello Y/N." she sighs in relief. "I- I thought you were leaving." she adds. "Not without your corpse in a body bag." you reply nonchalantly. She tilts her head, squinting her eyes in anger. "What did you do to Tyler." she asks in a deadpan voice. "I made him mine. You have no control over him." you explain while Tyler approaches you. You turn around. "Tyler. Get rid of her." you order him. He smirks at you, turns into the Hyde and jumps on Thornhill, ripping her heart out. "I love you." you say while tasting her blood. He turns back to his human form while you put a towel over him. You caress his bloody face. "You're free." you declare. He smiles back at you.

"God, I love you, Y/N Addams."

[lemonmeringueprincess]

Tyler Galpin x Normie!Reader Aesthetic Board

Looking out from the window of Weathervane coffee shop while resting my head on my palm, I look at the passersby, a mixture of Nevermore students in their purple stripe uniforms, ‘normie’ students and people going about their business. I return my gaze to the glaring screen and heave a sigh.  If only I hadn’t stopped working on the assignment last night, I wouldn’t have to sit long hours on my butt at Weathervane to get this done. I need to get this done today, reaching out for my cup and as I am about to take a sip, I notice that it is empty. Thank God I brought my water bottle with me because I hate making conversations when I’m feeling stressed out. As I am tucking the piece of hair behind my ear, which does absolutely nothing to prevent it from falling, and typing my assignments away, I notice a shadow, out of the corner of my eyes, approaching and eventually cease. The smell of jasmine tea and cinnamon hit my nostril. I look up from my work and realise that the Barista, the name tag reads ‘Tyler’, comes up to me with a cup of steaming tea and a plate of cinnamon roll. He must have delivered the order to the wrong person.

“Uhh... Hey …”

“Oh… uhm… Hi. I am pretty sure I didn’t order a cinnamon roll and a refill.”

“You’re right. Actually, these are for you. A sweet treat for the sweetest girl in the room.” I chuckle lightly and hide my blushing face behind my palms. I don’t get compliments very often and I don’t know how to react. Hearing someone say that to me makes me shy and giddy at the same time.

“I saw you’ve been sitting there for hours, and you look so stressed out with whatever you are doing. I just feel bad for you, and I notice your cup is empty.” Tyler says while replacing the empty cup with the new cup of tea and the cinnamon roll on the table.

“And I don’t normally see a Nevermore student doing their homework here- “

“Oh… I don’t go to Nevermore. I am actually a normie and go to normie school. Ha... there’s nothing extra about me, just a boring ol’ normie doing her normie assignment…but I do hang out with Nevermore kids.”

If only she knew what I am – Tyler tells himself.

“I thought I saw you with Enid coming out of the bookstore across the other day. So, I assumed you’re one of them.”

“You’re right! We went to check out this book that’s just been released. We bond over books and pop cultures, I guess those are what bring us together. But how do you know Enid?”

“Her friend, Wednesday, is a regular here and Enid often tags along. Guess that’s how I know her. Sorry for stalling you, I’ll let you finish your thing” Tyler leaves with the empty cup and returns to the counter.

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While striding towards the counter, Tyler tries to control his breath and grips the empty cup and nearly breaks it as he’s trying to contain from the sweet intoxicating smell that almost wakes his primal Hyde and goes feral.  The sweet saccharine scent etches on his mind. The Hyde drives him to become obsessive towards her and determines to chase and hunt her down. Then mark her as his, to compensate the loss in his life. His innocent persona slowly darkens and morphs into that of a predator observing and preying. Let the chase begins.

[draco-spencers-paramour]

MY HEART IS FULL

hunter and his husband fielder are literally PERFECT!!

this relationship makes me happy! they look amazing together

[mushroom-words]

Walk the Wire, Take It Higher || Tyler Galpin

Fandom: Wednesday Pairings: Tyler Galpin x Fem!Reader Words: 1365 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. Warnings: Dubious consent. Teacher/student. Tyler is of legal age. Dirty talk. Slight degradation. Possessive behavior. Unprotected. Creampie. Spanking. Summary: Tyler has grown attached to his teacher and is willing to do whatever it takes to have her.

TYLER HAD NEVER put much effort into studying. He wasn’t a bad student—he just lacked the focus to go over the material as needed. This was especially true for your class where you graded everything on a curve and were more lenient than most of your colleagues. You tried to balance the curriculum and the reasonable needs of your students by holding study sessions a couple days a week. It let you help your students review the material in between learning new topics.

        Maybe you had a soft spot for Sheriff Galpin’s son. He rarely made waves even if his attention seemed to wander frequently or he seemed too exhausted to pay attention. You’d discussed your concerns with his father, and after careful deliberation, Tyler had joined the small study group you often hosted after classes had ended for the day.

        You knew Tyler had taken a liking to you. You’d caught him sneaking glances at your body when he was supposed to be doing his work. But he was a teenage boy with raging hormones. And it wasn’t like he was the only one you’d seen checking out the female professors. It was normal for their age.

        What you didn’t realize was that it was more than that for Tyler. The sheriff’s son loved your attention—how you spent extra time helping him go over the lessons, how sweet you smelled when you leaned over his desk. When you doted on him, it made him feel like he mattered. Like you truly cared for him. It angered him to see you delivering the same attention to another student. You were just doing your job, but didn’t you like him more than his peers? Didn’t you want to make him feel special?

        Didn’t you love him like he loved you?

        That anger only festered the longer it stewed until it boiled over into a red-hot rage. Tyler paced the woods adjacent to Nevermore, wearing a hazardous path through the fallen leaves. Kicking rocks and branches out of his way. Strings of curses spewed from his mouth as he pictured you in his mind, relieved the fucking betrayal of your smile as you bent over Thorpe’s desk.

        A breeze swept through the trees as though to cool the heat coursing through him. His heightened sense of smell caught a whiff of your scent as the wind carried it his way. Your perfume hung heavily in the air, tinged with something that called to the Hyde within. Fuck. It was that heady aroma which would torment him every couple of weeks. The scent of a bitch in heat.

        The hunt ended as abruptly as it had started. You’d paused by a particularly gnarled tree trunk to snap a couple of photos of the blooming flora. Marilyn’s birthday was coming up, and you were working on a photo album to make her feel more welcome in the institution. The school day had ended hours ago, and you had exchanged your professional outfit for a more casual one better suited for wandering around outside. All Tyler could think about was how it would look better off of you.

        You were oblivious to his presence up until he had you pinned against the large tree. Your camera fell to the ground as his hand encircled your throat. His pupils had blown away the golden brown of his eyes, and instead of the innocent expression you’d come to know, there was a hard darkness that should have scared you. 

        Your body’s reaction to him now was highly inappropriate, and he knew it. He could smell it on you, could feel how your thighs clenched against the wetness between them. His fingers dove between your folds to feel your slick coat his skin.

        You gasped out his name with every intention of stopping him. He was of legal age, but he was your student—your license could be revoked for such inappropriate behavior. His lips came down to silence your protests. He withdrew his fingers from between your legs, and you whimpered into his mouth at the loss.

        “You can deny it all you want, Professor (Y/L/N),” he growled against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in a hot whisper, “but you’re fucking dripping for me. You want my cock, don’t you?”

        He was already tugging down his zipper. He knew you wanted it. Even if you didn’t, he wasn’t about to let you go now that he had you. He was going to show you exactly why he was your favorite student.

        You groaned against the feel of his body against yours. “Tyler,” you panted. “We can’t.”

        “We are.” Tyler ripped your bottoms away with a strength you didn’t know he possessed and slid his cock along your slit. You bit back a moan as he rubbed perfectly against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you threw your head back against the tree as your hips chased after him. Fuck, he felt so good already.

        He rocked his hips into you a few times before he lifted you by the backs of your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he bottomed out inside of you in a single thrust. The animalistic growl that erupted from his chest made you shudder. The Hyde flooded his mind as your pussy hugged his cock and took what little was left of the reigns.

        Your back slammed against the tree as he fucked you into it with ruthless abandon. All senses left you until the only thing you knew was how well he filled you—how roughly he fucked you, how perfectly his cock stretched you. You bit your lip so hard that the tang of blood teased your tongue, struggling to keep quiet so you wouldn’t be caught fucking your student in the middle of the woods.

        Tyler sank his teeth into the soft flesh where your neck and shoulder conjoined. The abrasive bark scraped your back with every thrust. His blunt nails dug into your ass and left crescent bruises in their wake.

        He completely surrounded you.

        “Such a naughty girl,” he moaned into your ear. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and you’re going to take it. Take all of me like a dirty little whore.”

        You clawed at his back for something tangible to keep yourself grounded. Your cunt clenched around him like the greedy slut he was making you into, eager for him to fulfill his promise and fill you up with his seed. After what felt like an eternity of him fucking you up against the tree, he suddenly pulled out and dropped your legs. You whined in protest, but then he was shoving you to the ground, silencing your cries once more. He jerked you around until you were on your hands and knees.

        Tyler slammed his dick back inside of you without a second of hesitation. The new position helped him fuck into you faster, sending you both soaring to new heights of pleasure. He fisted a hand into your hair and pinned your cheek to the leaves and dirt, kneeling on one knee for better leverage.

        “Oh my God,” you whimpered, too consumed by passion to worry about keeping quiet—your skin slapping together wetly echoing in your ears. “Tyler—fuck—please don’t stop!”

        He smacked your ass hard in quick succession. You slipped your arm beneath your body and placed your fingers at your throbbing clit. Your toes curled in your shoes as only a few messy circles had your orgasm tearing through you. You vaguely registered the animalistic sounds coming from behind you as Tyler slammed into you and stilled, his pelvis flush with your ass as he came inside of you.

        The fog lifted from his mind as he came down from his high. Tyler cursed quietly and pulled out of you, admiring for a second how his cum dripped from your battered cunt. He fixed himself quickly before stroking your hair and helping you to your feet.

        “Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, watching how you winced when you moved. He grabbed your face gently in his hands and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[supercap2319]

Tyler gripped the bat tightly as he glanced nervously at Y/N, who was sitting on the sidelines with Wednesday, before looking back at Pugsley, the young boy had a crooked smile on his face. "Ummm.... Y/N..? Are you sure about this?"

Y/N gave him an encouraging nod. "Of course. You're going to be great at Baseball-Grenade. Now, remember. You have to hit it as far as you can so Pugsley can't catch it and pull the pin and try to explode you with it before you make it through all the bases."

Tyler nods his head as Pugsley throws the grenade at him and Tyler puts in his Hyde strength to send the bomb flying high into the sky. The young Galpin boy drops the bat and runs as Pugsley chases after the grenade, Y/N cheering for Tyler to 'go go!' Wednesday looks unimpressed by Tyler's efforts.

"I give that he makes it to third base before Pugsley tags him with that live grenade." She noted as they saw Pugsley run back towards them, pulled the pin and threw the grenade towards Tyler.

[gyuuberryy]

jealousy jealousy

xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

>summary: xavier has been blowing you off for the new girl at your school and you’re fed up  and jealous of it. somehow things lead to you making out with tyler, the barista at weathervane. oh boy, you really need to sort out your feelings.

>warnings: angst, jealousy, mean!xavier, crying, kissing, slight mentions of food

>word count: 1.4k+

>note: hiii, this is my first fic on this app, i hope you’ll like it. this will have a part 2 as well!

part(2)

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ever since wednesday addams had arrived at nevermore, something eventful always happened. appearances of a bloodthirsty monster, creepy rumours about wednesday, the  start of a rivalry between bianca and her. and worst of all, your best friend of six years, xavier thorpe, was obsessed with wednesday.

xavier was too busy following wednesday around like a puppy than to even acknowledge you anymore. recently he had been cancelling your plans at the last moment with sorry excuses, ditching you in lunch, ignoring you for days at a time; to sum it up he was blowing you off like you were nothing but a nuisance to him. 

and it hurt, it hurt so much especially since you had recently developed feelings for him and were planning to ask him out to this year’s RaveN. but now it looked like you would never have chance with him. first bianca, now wednesday. ugh, why was your love life so unfortunate.

you were currently on your way to miss thornhill’s botanical science class and were hoping to be able to finally have a talk with xavier as you were his seatmate. thankfully that hadn’t changed as this was the only class you shared with him. but when you reached there, you were disappointed to see none other than wednesday addams sitting in your place, glaring at xavier as if she was forced to sit with him. a pang of hurt went through your chest as you saw the adoring look xavier gave her. so it had finally happened huh? this was the only thing left to do to completely push you out of his life.he had replaced you after all these years of your friendship. he threw it away like it was nothing. he made it clear he didn’t want you around, so you would do the same now.

you stormed past their table and sat at the back. you noticed xavier look back at you but you just ignored him. soon class started and throughout the class bianca and wednesday bickered, which was amusing. wednesday seemed interesting and you know she was not at fault for what xavier was doing to you, so you had no bad blood with her. although, you couldn’t wait to go to weathervane and get yourself a nice cup of coffee.

after class ended, you immediately gathered all your belongings and walked out when a hand latched around your wrist and pulled you to the side. you looked up to be met with a familiar pair of eyes. “xavier?”

he gave you a timid smile, “yeah.”

you freed your arm from his grip and gave him a stony look, “what do you want?” 

he looked confused at your reaction, “well you’re in a bad mood today, what happened?” you scoffed, “what happened is that i’ve felt this way the entire week. you’ve been constantly ditching and ignoring me all because of your weird obsession with wednesday!”

his face screwed up into an angry expression and his stance turned defensive. “oh so you’re jealous now huh.”

you couldn't believe him, “i’m more hurt than jealous that you would start ignoring your bestfriend for someone you’ve known for a month. i don't mind her, but it would be nice if you spent some time with me as well or invited me to one of your hangouts.” you threw your hands in the air, “you’re acting as if i don’t even exist anymore.”

xavier just scoffed meanly at your words, “you’re not my only friend y/n. don’t be so clingy and get a life.”

tears stung your eyes but you stopped yourself from crying in front of him,you weren’t going to show him that his words affected you. “oh yeah? so all this time you’ve only seen me as a clingy, pitiful person.” you glared at him, “and for your comment, i have a life. now you just won’t be a part of it anymore.” he looked distraught at your words.

“and to think i ever even liked you”, you muttered and walked away. 

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the walk to weathervane was as gloomy as that day’s weather. hopefully it didn’t rain till you got back to your dorm.

the bells of the cafe jingled as you entered and the smell of coffee invaded your senses sighing, you trudged towards the counter and rang the bell kept on it. immediately a head full of brown curls peeked out of the storeroom. “oh hey y/n!” 

it was tyler, the sweet and cute barista who worked as a part timer at the cafe. yet, somehow he was always present whenever you came. you gave him a weak smile, “hey tyler, can i get an americano with three shots of espresso.”

his eyes widened, “whoa are you okay? that’s a heavy order, you usually get lattes.” you grimaced, “yeah i’m not exactly feeling too happy today. might as well get something strong.”

he gave you a sweet smile, “then i know exactly what will cheer you up. lemme surprise you with something nice, yeah?” you smiled softly at his concern for you and nodded. 

sliding into your favourite booth, you put your head on the table and tried not to recall today’s events, but no matter what you did, they came crashing back at you. how could xavier say all those things to you? all the times that you had been there for him, in his highs and lows, meant nothing to him. he just found you clingy and anno-

“y/n why are you crying?”, tyler’s worried voice broke you out of your thoughts. you looked up and he gasped at the sight of you. tear streaks went down your face and your eyes were red and swollen. you looked miserable. he sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug. you leaned on his chest and closed your eyes, breathing in his sweet scent. 

“what happened?”, his voice came out muffled in your hair. you sighed deeply, “i had a big fight with xavier and he said some really mean words.” tyler rubbed your back soothingly at that. “it’s alright, that happens in every friendship.” you moved away from his hug, still in his arms and looked at him, “but he’s been blowing me off and doesn’t even talk to me anymore.” you ranted, “and i even had feeli-” you stopped when you noticed how close you were to his face. your eyes wandered shamelessly over his face, admiring the moles on the right side of his face, his brown eyes that looked like freshly brewed coffee. and his pink lips. you wondered what it would be like to kiss him. no stop! what the hell were you thinking about?

right at that moment the bells at the entrance door jingled, signalling that someone had entered, you both looked to see who it was. surprisingly, it was xavier and he seemed to be looking for something, or rather someone. his eyes brightened when they locked with yours. and as his hand raised to give you a wave, you gripped tyler’s collar and crashed your lips on his. his eyes widened at your gesture initially, but then slowly closed and he tightened his grip around your waist to pull you closer. his lips moved against yours with the same urgency you put in.

the kiss was messy and fast and your head was clouded with fury and all you wanted to do was show xavier that you didn’t need him, to make him jealous. you opened your eyes to make eye contact with him and relished at how his face was scrunched up in anger. he turned around and walked out, slamming the door. you pulled away from tyler, both of your lips swollen and wet. you grinned cheekily as a rosy blush dusted tyler’s cheeks.

“so, what does this mean for us?”

your smile dropped at his words. shit, you hadn’t thought about it. your motive was making xavier jealous, but you hadn’t considered tyler’s feelings. sure, he was really attractive and sweet. recently he had been there for you more than xavier had. and that kiss did make your stomach swarm with butterflies, maybe that was just the adrenaline. but what about xavier, it’s not like you can suddenly push away your feelings for him.

you needed time to think things through and you were sure tyler wouldn’t mind.

you looked at him to see him staring at you expectantly. “i need some time to think things through, i’m not really in a good state of mind right now.” you smiled at him guiltily.

he nodded, “of course, take your time.” you smiled at him.

“meet me at the crackstone crypt tomorrow evening.”

[biggestsimponhere]

“Tyler’s the monster, you shouldn’t like him”

Boo freaking hoo

Tyler <3

[a-things32]

Me at 3am waiting for the Tyler Galpin x reader stories