#tyler galphin

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Enid has a therapist

Lil snippet idea where the fic starts with enid in a room with the one and only Tyler galphin, a licensed therapist

See, enid is in love with someone. She mentions all about how she loves his dimpled smile, the way he so easily perks up when they're together. She's in love, and it's so obvious

Tyler says as such, chuckling and mentioning how this is such a one in a life time thing. How lucky enid is to be able to experience it.

Enid agrees. Yes, she truly is lucky to be in love with him. But unfortunately, love isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Like all smooth rides, eventually there will be a little... bump in the road

Tyler's face scrunches a lil in concern, but he's listening, like a good theraphist

"Love isn't enough sometimes," enid mentioned sadly. "And sometimes it ends."

"Why?" Tyler asks

"I'm not exactly enough for people," enid laughs. "I wasn't enough for my mom, wasn't enough for him-" her voice hitches before she continues with a sigh. "So he went looking for others."

"He cheated," Tyler points out like a sword. Painful and sharp, absolutely straight to the point.

Enid humms, tilting her head. "You can say that."

"Do you know who it is?"

Their eyes meet. "Not really."

See, Enid isn't much off a liar but she has lied twice in this lovely convo. There is no him, there could never be a him- only her.

And enid knows just who her one and only Wednesday cheated on her with. After all, he's sitting right across.

Now... what do you do when a pest decides to run around your house?

That's right, you get rid of them.

[pey0805]

Wyler one-shot/prompts ideas....

Someone please write these

Plot: Wednesday has a vision of Tyler being the hyde when she's patching him up after his attack in front of Enid, Xavier and sheriff Galpin but she see everything Marilyn/Laural has done to him and gets over protective saying she's gonna kill her.  

Plot: Wednesday asks where Tyler is at her birthday party. Then insisting that he be there if she must endure the torture of the party.

Plot: Wednesday accidentally tells Tyler she had a sex dream about him.

 Plot: Wednesday gets upset when Donovan says that she's not allowed to see Tyler anymore because it's her fault he got hurt and Tyler comforts her.

 Plot: Tyler is there when it's parents weekend and him and Wednesday gets flustered when Donavan suggested to Gomez there's something going on there.

[inlovewithgaycouples]

am I the only one who ship

Wednesday with Enid

Tyler with Xavier??

[ultimatebottom69]

Truth be told. That would have been wow.

[rando360ina03]

The Pain with an Addams(aka,Enid's external hell hole)

Wednesday in the office of sherif galphin for burning wathervane for the 5th time

Sheriff Galphin: Addams! You can't keep burning my son's work place! For God's sake!

Wednesday: Then tell Tyler to stop comming back

Sheriff Galphin: I-I can't with you i-i really can't.......

Later~

*Gets a phone call

Enid: hello? Who is this

Station worker: Hey this the police station you are the emergency phone number for miss Addams is that right?

Enid sigh's: what did she do now...

*Yoko from a far

Yoko: HAHA! You really can't get a break can you!

Enid: SHUT UP YOKO!

(Ah Enid's hell)

[sleeeeping]

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WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Xavier Thorpe, Bianca Barclay, Ajax Petropolus, Tyler Galphin

AVATAR

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto, Tonowari, Ronal

STRANGE THINGS

Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunnigham, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buclay

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☆ smut, fluff, angst, lgbtq, male reader, fem reader, non binary reader, anime/ character! Reader, tall diferents, kinks , ect.

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☆ family x reader (just platonic stuff, or if my dignity decides to write adoptive family x reader), pedophilia, zoophilia, extreme gore scenes, no exact name for reader

[maryannecrimsworth]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you wanted to write for Tyler Galpin I agree he’s adorable! And probably misunderstood he does like their fear but he was forced to become that way anyway sorry 😅 enough with my analysis I was wondering if you wanted to write Tyler Galphin with a shy s/o like they are smart enough to figure out he’s the Hyde and they are scared of everyone and they only open up to him sometimes they care about him and are understanding about the Hyde or any situation their just more paranoid about it. They do care about him a lot their just a very shy and scared person. I’m sorry I just really love seeing characters being overprotective of a shy person especially romantically! Anyway feel free to ignore i hope you have a good day!

You, darling, saved me from my writer's block.

Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it and PLEASE continue with your analysis(Really, I'd love to hear it so you can dm me if you want to!)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Shy! Gn! Reader

Warnings: mention of abuse; cursing; this is pretty much hurt and comfort

Promise

You’ve seen it before.

Red-haired head; round glasses; blushed cheeks; large smile and that gaze. Posture open, slightly bowed, shoulders loose and hands moving carefully, thoughtfully, kindly. Too kind.

It did not match her gaze. 

Her eyes, like yours, were scanning the cafeteria, following and analyzing sudden movements, different faces and regular customers. She was sitting at the back of the coffee shop, sipping her drink while she watched it all. The light eyes moved smoothly, but purposefully — it followed  a path, something, someone. 

Her gaze landed on you.

“Hi.” A low voice startled you; you head tilted up to the boy standing next to your booth, a reflex filled with fear and caution, and the barista stepped back with a worried look. “Sorry.” He said quietly, hands now squeezing his note and pencil. “You–Are you ready to order?”

You shook your head. “The usual.”

A chill ran down your spine: your eyes were on him, but your skin tingled as if someone was watching you.

Someone was watching you.

In a rushed movement, your head tilted back at her. The red-haired woman was watching you straightly.

“Uh-hm…” He cleaned his throat, forcing you to look up again. “I’m new here, actually.” He chuckled. “So what is your usual?”

“A mocaccino.” You read the name in his apron, even though you didn’t need to. Tyler. One of Lucas Walker’s friends. A jerk who was sent to a bootcamp after a prank during the last OutReach Day. “Thanks.” 

You lowered your gaze, moving back in your seat as soon as you noticed he was going to come closer. He held out his hand to you, even though you were now on the opposite side of the booth. The whole table was dividing you, but this didn’t seem to bother him.

“We’re from the same class.” His fingers remained in the air while you kept retreating. “History, with Mr.Winston.” 

Now, your skin wasn’t tingling. It was heating. You were sure your face had turned completely red when he sat in front of you.

His body got into the watcher’s way: the red-headed woman’s distant silhouette was now replaced by his kind and large figure. There was a small smile on his lips and a unique gleam in his greenish eyes: not intense, but uncertain. His countenance was reddish and agitated, his lips moved slowly, but never stopped.  

He was nervous. 

“So…I know your brother.” His voice made you look away. “We played together before, uh….” A choked laugh came from ahead: nervousness turning into sound, anxiety and shame accumulated until the embarrassed exhale escaped his lips. You knew that feeling. “I was—”

“I know.” You said quietly. Your cheeks were still burning. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

He shook his head and showed a smile you knew was fake. You tried, but your words were not enough to drive his nervousness away.

“I’m excited to meet him too...” Lie. He stood up after faking another smile. “I’ll bring your moccacino.” 

You shook your head in response. Yet, he didn’t move. 

“Thank you.” You said again, hoping to make him walk away.

He didn’t. 

“I’m glad to see you.” This time, a strong blush coloured his cheeks as he smiled genuinely at you. “Y/N.”

He knew you.

He was an old friend of your brother. 

Your skin started to tingle again. 

Does he know?

Tyler finally walked away, leaving you alone in the booth with wide eyes and cold sweat running down your forehead. You coughed and shifted in your seat, thoughts growing wildly as your eyes moved back to your watcher. 

No. Not your watcher.

She was watching Tyler. Her zealous, vivid eyes were following him.

You’ve seen it before, that gaze. It made you shiver and look away — it made you watch the target with despair. 

You stared at Tyler as he walked back to you, your order in his hands. 

He was smiling at you, shyly and kindly. 

Does he know?

You paid for your drink and left quickly.

X

Tyler tried to click with your brother’s group again. But, truth be told, Jericho’s students were afraid of him: he was in a bootcamp after all. And he came back different: he got skinner, quieter, and now dark circles were always under his eyes. He wasn’t loud and confident like before, as much as reckless and adventurous as Lucas Walker. Now he looked like a ghost — he was a ghost. They treated him as such. Besides ordering drinks and sandwiches, no one uttered a word to him. No one looked at him. 

He was invisible. 

And, as hypocritical as it was, your brother didn't talk to him either. No jocks, no cheerleader, no nerds, no weirdos — no one would dare to talk to him. Not only because of his criminal past — he was nice compared to the other school’s boys — but due to his family too. His crazy mother, who disappeared and was confirmed dead a few years ago, and his father, the grouchy sheriff, created an aura of fear and sorrow no teenager would like to breathe in. One wrong move, one wrong word, and only God knows how Tyler would react. 

He was unreachable, too injured to be pleasant, to small talk, to sneak out during the night and have fun. 

Tyler Galpin was alone. 

And you were, too. 

You were invisible too. Like a haunting, whispers would fill the hallways when you stepped in: it was a direct effect of what happened, a cruel consequence for your mistake, and it never stopped. No matter how much you needed to listen to a thoughtful question or to receive a forgiving smile, there were only mean comments and judgmental looks that you got. 

You couldn’t let this happen to him too. 

So you sat by his table during lunch. It wasn’t much, you didn’t even say anything to him, but your presence created a slight shift in the air. You could feel: your head was low, but his smile was bright enough for you to notice.

He remained in silence, too, and it was possible to hear the whispers growing louder — but none of you listened to them. You listened only to each other’s breathing and little grunts. For the half-hour that the break lasted, there were only the two of you.

You were not invisible, not for each other.

These types of situations started to repeat themselves; it soon became a routine, a daily activity that you both executed. A lifesaver among the ocean of rumors and cussing, a moment of silence and breathing you found in each other. Still, you didn’t lift your gaze. 

The most surprising thing, for you, is that Tyler never asked you to. 

The single question he ever made to you was: 

“The usual?”

This time, his voice almost went unheard under the screams of your brother’s friends. Four normie teenagers, and they were able to make more noise than an entire class of outcasts.

The students from Nevermore were in the Weathervane, enjoying their break after hours of exploring the natural flora of Jericho. An outdoor class, organized and led by the same red-headed woman you always saw in the mornings — and now she was there again, looking at you, at the boy standing close to you. The screams and gestures of your brother caught everyone’s attention, but hers. And yours.

You were used to your brother’s grand behavior, to his acts and showy way, to his stupidity — what you were not used to were the scars on Tyler’s skin.

The rosy skin, slightly freckled, so soft and white, was now bruised and scuffed. He tried to hide it — there were bands around his wrists — but you noticed it. You noticed how dark were the circles around his eyes, how pale was his usually reddish cheeks, how unlit was his kind smile and how abruptly his shoulders shrugged when the ginger woman looked at your way. 

“Y/N?” You couldn’t listen to him, you only watched the hesitant movements of his lips. “Please, can you…Can you?” A scream made him flinch. “What’s your—”

“Y/N!” Your brother yelled again, now appearing beside Tyler. “What did I tell you about assholes dudes?” He laughed as his friends gathered around the barista. “ ‘No’ what you say for them is ‘no’.” Your brother spoke slowly, emphatically, as if you were a little child. “But I suppose this is hard for you, isn’t it?” His tone was sharp, malicious, scornful.

It made you feel the shame, the dirt, the nausea all over again. 

After noticing he affected you how he wished to, your brother turned to Tyler. “Fuck off, perp.” He pushed the Galpin away from your booth. “Go cry over your freak Mama, what about it?”

“Easy there.” Tyler raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes fell back to you, a dark, cold look that you had never seen before. “I’m only doing my work.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know everything about working with Y/N.” Your brother’s snort made you stand up: in a jump, you stood between him and Tyler, facing your brother and distancing you both as much as you could from the barista. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Go away,” You pleaded in a whisper, eyes lowered. “I just want a coffee.” 

You felt a shift behind you, a movement coming from Tyler, and, in a reflex, your fingers reached your brother’s shirt. “Please, go.” You whispered again, pushing his chest, and the scream that arose in response shook you entirely. 

“YOU BITCH!” He roared. “Don’t fucking touch me!” 

You stumbled back, and your body hitted someone — Tyler.

His warm embrace involved you, and before you could understand another of your brother’s screams, you two were out of the Weathervane. 

The shame engulfed you, and, suddenly, Tyler brought you up for a moment of silence, for a moment of breath.

But the shame didn’t go away. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was shaky, low. He was whispering. You moved away from him immediately. “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes were closed: your steps echoed in the dark, it was all you could hear. “Sorry.” Your voice was a whisper, too low, muffled by the desperate sound of your own heartbeats. “It’s all my fault, I’m—” Now he knows. Now all the Weathervane customers know; now everyone knows the rumors about you were true. And it was your fault. “Sorry. Sorry…”

“Y/N.” The darkness suddenly felt warm.  Your steps ceased, and a different rhythm of beats resonated in your ears. Your eyes were still closed, but you recognized the scent that filled your lungs: a mix of vanilla and coffee, warm and comforting. Tyler’s scent. “Please, calm down.” His body was pressured gently against yours, arms wrapping you until the pleas slowly stopped coming from your mouth. His chest was strong, broad, and the beats of his heart were all you could hear for long seconds. “You did nothing wrong.” His fingers traveled down your back with slow, careful moves, holding and caressing your body to stop your trembling. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re not—” You stepped back in a burst: your skin mingled for a second, missing his warmth, but your hands remained around his waist. You forced yourself to look at him. “You’re not okay.”  You whispered to him, voice shaking with concern and fear. Your gaze was shivering just the same, vision blurred with tears. “What happened?”

His eyes changed before yours. The light green orbs turned dark, cold, distinct from the usual kind look of the barista: he didn’t seem afraid, but detached. He looked like a completely different person.

Tyler moved back unconsciously. 

“What did she do to you?” The red-haired teacher. She must have done something. You knew, you knew something was wrong about her. You’ve seen it before, her gaze. It was equal to his: to the look that made you feel so much shame. That made you feel dirty, wicked, evil. Like a beast, like a freak — his freak. “Please, Tyler, I know she—”

“She trapped me.” Now his voice was shaking too. “In a cave, and I—” Tears ran down his eyes. “She told my mother was a monster…” You held his hands: your fingers touched his bruised skin, you analyzed his wounds as his breathing grew heavier. “I–I don’t know. I can’t remember what….I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Ty.” Your hands went up his face, making him look at you. “It’s not your fault. I know it isn’t.” His fingers covered yours, and, for a second, his eyes closed in surrender: he took a deep breath, holding onto the peace, onto the silence you gave him amidst all the chaos and fear. His tears didn’t stop falling, but his hot, shallow breath touched your skin as you leaned closer. “I can see it. I’ll help you.” You felt his lips brushing softly against your forehead. “I’ll help you.”

“Thank you...” He whispered. “Thank you.”  

He held your hand and led you to his home. 

He told you everything. Everything he knew — everything Thornhill revealed to him. His mother’s files, her medical record — her true nature. She was an outcast, an Hyde. A monster and violent beast.

And so was he. 

He showed you his scars, his ripped clothes, he told you how he woke up the night before: in the woods, soaked in blood and sweat, with the red-haired teacher smiling above him. 

He couldn’t remember anything more than that, not at first.

He could only remember the panic, the adrenalin, the disgust: you could see it all painting his eyes as he spoke.

And Thorhnill was responsible for it: she planned and controlled all the situations, all the murders and all his transformations. Then you managed to find why, how, and when: she needed the Hyde for her revenge plan, she needed him as her personal weapon, to kill the outcasts who destroyed her family.

To discover all that, you started to follow Tyler and her during the night. You said you would help him, and you did: by the time the outcasts were hosting a dance at Nevermore, you had already gathered enough proof to get her to jail. To prove Tyler’s innocence. 

To free him from her.

You just were not expecting him to go to the Rave’N. 

“Y/N…”  He stepped closer as you gasped at his white suit.. “I-I can explain.” There was a little box in his hands, with a black flower inside, but it wasn’t for you. It was for the goth girl from Nevermore Academy, the one Thornhill, for some reason, needed to keep close. “I have to—”

“Please, please tell me you’re not going to the dance.” You paced around your backyard, moving away from his hands and words. “You can’t. It’s too dangerous.”

“I have to! I have to distract Wednesday!” He insisted. “If Laurel suspects I’m disobeying her, I…”

“We can finish this tonight.” The whisper left your mouth as he finally reached you. “We can end this. I have proof.” You started to tremble: his hold wasn’t strong enough to keep you still. “But please, don’t go. Wednesday can ruin it all and…and…”

“She invited me, Y/N.” There was a smile on his lips. “I think she…I think she likes me. She can be an ally.”

“No!” You sobbed, pushing him away in an impulse: you fought, you tried to move away, but he held you tighter, closer, until it was impossible to run from his arms, from his firm embrace. “Please, please, don’t!” You begged as you leaned closer, your fingers now gripping his suit desperately. “He can’t see you there.”

“Who, Y/N? What are you talking about?”

“Him. Please.” Your words were choked with tears and fear. “You can’t meet him.” 

“Your brother? You know he can’t hurt me.” Tyler felt your nodding against his chest. “You have to breathe, Y/N. Please, calm down and breathe.”

“I’m—Taylor will be there!” You shouted suddenly, the name was ripped from your throat like a knife being pulled from your chest. “Lucas’ friend, they’ll prank the outcasts and I—” You shook your head again, but now Tyler wasn’t hugging you: he was holding your shoulders, watching your desperate expression with a concern you’ve never seen before. “You can’t meet him. Please.” 

“He is the one from the rumors?” Tyler whispered the question; as if his words could break you, shame you. And it was the last thing he wanted: to make you feel shattered, hurted, embarrassed — to make you feel all the things that you could, you should have made him feel, but never did. You were never mean, you were never judgmental, you were sweet and nurturing, and now he was being it too. He was holding you as if the rumors were not true. As if you were not gross, as if you were not vulgar. “He is the who…”

“He follows me. He never goes away.” Tyler wiped your tears. “I don’t want him to…to do it with you too.”

“He won’t.” There was warmth in his voice: a heat, a comfort you only felt in his tone, in his touch. “You’re safe now. You’re free from him.”

“I’m—”

“You are, Y/N.” His hands involved your face, making you look at him. “We’re safe, we have each other.” The cold, salty tears which ran down your face, that invaded your mouth and wet your skin were now replaced by a sweet, warm taste: his lips enfolded yours in a gentle kiss, and soon your fear, shame and trembling faded away. Now, under his touch, feeling his lips slowly caressing yours, you felt peace and relief, safety and understanding. You felt love. “We’re going to be free, alright?”

“Promise?” You whispered before kissing him back. It was different from Taylor’s kiss, from Taylor’s touch; Tyler didn’t hurt you. 

Tyler would never hurt you.

“Promise.”

By the end of the night, Tyler did go to the Rave’N. He danced and enjoyed the ball as every teenager is supposed to do; and, when he figured Eugene was going to explore the woods nearby, he warned Thornhill. And he warned you.  

You executed your plan, and the sheriff arrested the cruel teacher before she could destroy the cave — the proof of her torture, the proof of Tyler's innocence. Eugene watched the scene safely while you secretly followed him from a few feet away, and you saw her arrest as well.

Tyler would be charged, and the whole story would reverberate through the town: his image, again, would become fearful, and your reputation would be further destroyed. 

But it didn't matter. 

No matter how much Thorhnill hated the outcasts, and now you too, Tyler was free.

You were free.

And, above it all, you had each other.

[zomboys-blog]

“They’re both standing with their boyfriends, but they’re looking at eachother only.”

pairings: tyler x wednesday, ajax x enid, wednesday x enid.

summary: forbidden love

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wednesday sat there in the old booth she hadn’t been in since her highschool years. With a book laid upon the table and tyler beside her, she began to fully take in the scenery.

The weathervane now slightly run down yet still homely in its own way. Everything exactly as it was before so long ago, except this time she wasn’t surrounded by the loud talking of a certain blonde. Instead it’s replaced by the low calm voice of her boyfriend tyler.

“i suppose you’ll want to leave soon yes?”

“yeah sort of.. i hate being back in my old workplace.. it’s creepy”

tyler never appreciated the creepy things in life. Not like enid. Never like enid.

wednesday wondered if enid still appreciated the creepy side anymore like she did when they were together… as friends.

only friends. They could never be more than friends. They never even had a chance. Suppressed by the standards of this world.

Heart break kills.. so wednesday did the only thing she knew how to do. Vanish.

dark and sweaty. That was how she met tyler, In the woods running from him.. yet at the time you couldn’t tell it was him, he was in the shape of a 6’5 deformity.

If wednesday wasn’t being hunted she’d be intrigued.. which is what led her to willingly get kidnapped by the odd monster when it finally caught up to her.

There tyler formed disgustingly back into a human. They conversed. she stayed the night. tyler “read the signs”. took her on a date. something something something.

wednesday didn’t know all the details to it.. she knew it felt nothing like falling inlove with enid. She knew it felt wrong but what was she to do?

“are you ready to go?”

wednesday was snapped out of her thoughts by tyler stepping out of the booth signaling for wednesday to follow him.

wednesday nodded and got up grabbing her stuff and walking beside tyler.

tyler interlaced their fingers together and walked them both to the door, stupidly he opened the glass door and hit the man on the other side of it.

“oh shit, sorry man are you okay?”

the man opened his eyes obviously very out of it, he held his nose which was the main target in this assault.

“yeah don’t worry your all good.”

“babe! are you okay?”

wednesday’s head snapped towards the sound… the aggravating high pitched voice that she could recognize anywhere.

enid.

enid ran by the man who removed his hands and could now be identified as ajax.

enid stood tall, beautiful brown hair with blonde streaks, she looked more mature yet she still had her colorful clothing palette.

wednesday froze completely at the sight of them standing infront of her, she felt her heart crack and began squeezing her boyfriend’s hand harshly.

“ow.. baby that hurts.”

Enid finally acknowledged the couple infront of them after making sure her boyfriend was okay.

enids mouth dropped.

wednesday addams stood infront of her. Staring at her with wide eyes. holding Tyler galphins hand?!

they stared at eachother in complete silence, they felt like they were both back in highschool again.

except this time, they both had boyfriends.

They’re both standing with their boyfriends, but they’re looking at eachother only.

Wednesday knew it was a mistake to come back here.. yet she did in hopes to see enid again. Yet now that she did all she wanted was for her to disappear.

“uhm.. well i hope your alright dude.. we will get out of your hair now!”

tyler yanked wednesday along with him and walked away.

it was a mistake to come back here.

it wasn’t a mistake when they both looked back at eachother one last time.

ajax led enid into the weathervane.

tyler led wednesday to his car.

They were separated once more, even though the universe pushed so hard for them to meet again.. the world tore them apart.

[illyrian-jedi]

I'm back, sharing my unasked for opinions

Wednesday Edition: Part 1

• As much as I love Xavier, who is a better fit for Wednesday than the manipulative psychopath killer, Tyler Galphin? Imo, Xavier is too nice for Wednesday, he won't embrace the darker sides of Wednesday like Tyler did.

• Do I think Wednesday will completely forgive Tyler for manipulating her? No. But I also think she's going to need him in season 2 and he will be in control of the Hyde enough for her to trust him again.

• I don't think he did anything out of a want to actually hurt Wednesday, and I think she will realize that. Tyler was very clearly groomed and manipulated and was in no control of the Hyde. I hope we get to see the effects mentally and emotionally that Thornhill had on Tyler, and I hope that means we see him rely on Wednesday because he knows she is the only one he can trust

• Not necessarily an opinion, but something I found funny... If my man Xavier didn't want Wednesday to think he was the Hyde, maybe stop drawing it and showing up when it attacks. You kinda set yourself up for that one buddy. And yes, Wednesday could have trusted him, but she trusted Tyler and we saw where that ended sooo love him, but my guy maybe dial it back on the creepy if you want to get her to trust that you're not the monster.

• Uncle Fester >>>

Anyways, this concludes today's rant of unasked for opinions. Part 2 coming soon!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ Wednesday - Masterlist ~

Summary : All my fanfiction and one-shots about the characters from the Wednesday series. Have fun browsing.

Wednesday Addams

° Dark Valentine's Day

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Xavier Thorpe

° Special Birthday

°Xavier Thorpe Perv-Headcanon

Enid Sinclair

°Xavier Thorpe Perv-Headcanon 2

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° Full moon kiss

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Tyler Galphin

° Hearty coffee

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Larissa Weems

° Heart dance

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Bianca Barclay

° Swimming lessons

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Ajax Petropolus

° Little problems

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Rowan Laslow

° Hovering hearts

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Xavier x Tyler (Tylorpe)

°I still love you

°Butterfly

°Unwiling

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[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

Variel Iden x Tyler Galphin

↳ for @oneirataxia-girl as part of their birthday gift exchange!! 🥳

[streamdotpng]

The newest 'AU thoughts' seems like a very interesting idea. I wanna figure out a name for it (if that's okay).

Also the rehaul of the Isekai AU looks cool so far!

What role do you think you'll have Wednesday take?

– Myth Anon (also hi, it's been a little while 👋)

it still has a similar premise to the og isekai au

the only difference is that i get rid of the childhood aspect and make it more dark! Enid's a bit more lost at how different things are but overall, just a bit more darker than it originally is

and here are some differences already! Tyler is most likely going to be reworked into a regressor where he time travels to the past instead of being isekai'd like enid

who knows honestly

[astraeaalstroemeria]

Bad Blood - Tyler galphin please 🤍

hello lovely! and sure thing 🤍 ig it's time to watch Wednesday again! thank u for requesting 🦋

[endermahn]

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🎱- Angsty

⚰️ - Quick posts/Dead posts

♟️- Fluff

🧿 - X reader

📼 - X Reader romantic

🔮 - X Reader platonic

📞- character is featured but Not Main focus

MASTERLIST:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams:

IFHY ❗️

Part 2

Part 3

Enid Sinclair:

IFHY ❗️📞

Part 2

Part 3

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Yoko Tanaka:

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Eugene ottinger (otter):

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Tyler Galphin:

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Ajax perpetrols:

Birthday hcs ⚰️

INFO ABOUT WRITER:

Name/Alias: Enderman

Pronouns: It/He (It/it’s, he/him)

Gender: Agender

Interests: Batman, Spider-Man Noir, Lego Movie Joker, Sharks, Wolves, Wednesday, Science, shifting!

Schedule: I write on weekends at night, so it should be every week depending on length of the fic.

Lastly, a question: anyone know how to put the “keep reading” line on mobile? I dont want people to have to scroll all that just to get to what they want

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ONDND

[galindaselphaba]

ajax would make a great gossip girl

looks like tyler galphin is on the loose, we need to learn the difference between manipulation and murder,

xoxo ajax