#tyler galpin needs therapy

[achromatophoric]

— Early morning at the Weathervane —

Tyler: Wednesday! I’m glad I found you. Look, I really want to apologize for everything that happened. I, uh…

Wednesday: Nnh… mm… rrnmg… suck…

Tyler: Wednesday? Are you okay?

Enid: Oops! She hasn’t had her coffee yet. Here, babycakes.

Wednesday: *chugs coffee*

Tyler: Uh… so Wednesday, I just want to start—

Wednesday: Vaping? Prescription pills? Practicing autoerotic asphyxiation? Too slow. Every second you draw breath is a burden to your peers.

Tyler: 😦

Wednesday: If your goal is atonement, this is my formal suggestion: do us all a favor and find an exhaust pipe, wrap your rubbery lips around it, and do what you do best.

Tyler: 😧

Wednesday: Suck.

Enid: See? All better!

Tyler: Th-that’s not b-bet—

Enid: Oh go cry in your bathtub, you counterfeit creepypasta.

Tyler: 😭 *runs away blubbering*

Enid: The CW called! They want their cgi back!!

Wednesday: *high fives Enid* That’s my girl.

Enid:

[sapphire600]

This has been on my mind lately

[chaoticstupiddm]

Who is Tyler Galpin?

How much of Tyler did we actually see? I think there are a couple of options, based on how mind controlled he was. So let's put it in a numbered list.

Completely controlled in every scene.

Self explanatory. If he was mind controlled all the time, we have no idea, who he is. I think this is pretty unlikely, as the people around him don't mention him behaving much differently. This could still come with some free action, but nothing plot-relevant.

I think this is pretty unlikely, based on the episode 8 confrontation and Laurel's monologue, trying to hype up Tyler for the kill. She wouldn't need it if she had full control.

2. Controlled in some scenes, not in others.

For this to work we have to assume either that he cannot say anything and has to keep to the plan (as per order), or he is just fine to go along even when he is in control.

I think it's safe to say that we see Tyler in every scene he shares with his father. Every time he basically begs him to talk about his mother, go with him to therapy, the bathtub scene. His reaction to the coroner's and mayor's death might also be genuine.

In this situation I would assume that the transformations are controlled, and he has to follow orders in general due to a magical master-slave relationship.

3. Groomed, but not controlled.

This would mean, that he has been groomed by an older woman, who talked to him about his mother, told him what she was, what he is, how the outcasts are responsible for the mom's death. She also drugged him possibly for multiple days. BUT there is no direct mind control. He is fine with the plans because he has been conditioned and drugged into submission. He is probably coming up with all the ways he manipulates Wednesday, including Legally Blond, he just informs Gates about the date.

Yes, this means that the police station scene was all him; the last confrontations with Wednesday were genuine. Well, as genuine as a person in this mental state can be.

4. Not groomed, genuine psycho.

This also seems unlikely, just because it would remove a layer of complexity, which is not as fun from a writing standpoint. But to give it a fair criticism: during the Gates confrontation Weems acts uncomfortable and Laurel does not notice a difference. I will admit, this does not mean, he cannot be a psychopath himself, just that there might be aspects of their cooperation, that he is not completely okay with.

An other point against this are the handcuffs and the cave.

I think it's important to note, that the information about Hydes is really limited. We really don't know what Faulkner meant by "master" in his notes. And for one, I'm really interested about the trauma that can be explored with Tyler in any of these control options. I think the redeemability of the character still stands in every case - it would just have to be handled very differently. Leaving him as a villain would also work just as well (maybe not in case of the first situation, but not impossible; that Tyler was still a bitter townie); having someone, who knows her on such an intimate level antagonize Wednesday would be fun.

Whatever happens, Tyler as a character and the Wednesday / Tyler dynamic has so much potential for next season.

[cosmic-lullaby]

so i finally watched wednesday

[zaskiaz]

just finished watching wednesday (2022)

and i CANNOT possibly be the only one who ships tyler/wednesday/xavier. i am so not buying the fact the tyler went 100% heart eyes to 100% evil monster. xavier pinning for wednesday, and dreaming about tyler??? wednesday not being able to process human emotions but clearly having a soft spot for both of them is the icing on the cake.

also i don’t do love triangles, so ot3 it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[bailarinasworld-blog]

Was it just me, or did you guys also notice that Laurel talks to Tyler in a very suspicious way? He looks quite uncomfortable when she cups his face. I don't know, she looks like she's...trying to seduce him sometimes? And Tyler's father is an idiot, chasing the wrong people while he has a pedophile torturing his son, and who knows what else 🤮

[chaoticstupiddm]

I hope, the writers put in at least half as much thought, passion and compassion as @cleosven did in this post. It is truly beautiful.

Tyler in Season 2

A lot of people are worried about how Tyler will be portrayed in Season 2 of Wednesday. I am also concerned. 

But I’m not as concerned as everyone else seems to be!

The writers convey Wednesday’s wounds, misbeliefs, and fundamental truths clearly. And the specific truths they want us to believe make me think that they will treat Tyler’s character with compassion. 

Wednesday has many misbeliefs at the start of the show including:

Caring is a weakness: from the very first scene with Pugsley, she told him that ‘emotions’ are a weakness, but she means caring because that spurs sadness, happiness, love etc. because anger is an emotion, and she seems fine expressing that via revenge 

People are good OR evil: she reacts as if those boys are pure evil when they are likely just assholes who don’t have their shit together

People can’t change: This is shown when she implies that Dalton doesn’t deserve the chance to have children, implying that he will never ever be good or worthy in his life. This also applies to how she treats herself, she doesn’t fully believe that she is good, and so it doesn’t matter if she does evil in the name of what’s right

The best way to show love is physical violence: she put piranha in the pool to hurt Dalton and his friends to show she loves Pugsley, and she also just tortures Pugsley (waterboarding was mentioned)

Authority isn’t on your side: again, not turning them in, but enacting her own violent revenge. This also goes for parents, teachers, the school system, and the justice system in general

Normies aren’t as powerful as outcasts: She acts on her revenge as if there is no way they could hurt her back in the same capacity, and they don’t, further fueling the misbelief 

Wednesday’s Wounds

Each of these misbeliefs came from a ‘wound’ in her past. 

The main one is that her pet scorpion was murdered in front of her. She felt like those normie kids were evil, and no adult came to help her. And those kids, as far as she knows, never changed for the better. 

Another wound was that she sent her book to an editor, and they rejected her. That might not be a very old or fundamental wound, but it’s another case of her protecting something she loved (her books) with exaggerated violence (dozens of mousetraps.)

Over the course of this show, Wednesday will slowly grow by proving her misbeliefs wrong and revealing the fundamental truths of the world that the writers want Wednesday, and the audience to see. 

Tyler’s Situation

So, going back to Tyler, he will be very useful in disproving these misbeliefs.

But if the writers don’t treat Tyler’s situation with care, it will enforce Wednesday’s misbeliefs, so she won’t grow, and the show won’t be interesting to watch. 

And I think the writers know that. They addressed multiple of these misbeliefs throughout season one, but she never completely out-grew any of them. Which is a great set-up for a multi-season show

Fundamental truths that the Writers need to continue addressing (and how they connect to Tyler):

Caring is STRENGTH

They showed this in s1 with Enid, Xavier, Bianca, and Eugene all playing a part in helping save Nevermore

They can show that caring is strength if Wednesday cares about Tyler, or even if someone Wednesday knows (like Xavier, Tyler’s father, or the new principal) turns out to care about Tyler, and is able to help him out of his situation because of that caring

Everyone is part good AND evil: 

They’ve already shown me that Tyler isn’t just evil, but they need to prove it to Wednesday in season 2

If they don’t prove this Wednesday won’t be able to grow 

Like Tyler’s been saying all along, he’s done bad things, but that doesn’t make him a purely bad person

People CAN change:

They need to show Tyler’s growth! 

This will reinforce the fact that Wednesday can grow too, and help all of these truths fall into place

However, Wednesday won’t be able to see this truth right away - this is where Tyler could get hurt - but if they let him die or make him purely evil, the whole message of the entire show will fall flat 

The best way to show love is CARING: 

If the writers still want Tyler to still be a love interest (unnecessary in my opinion, but I’d live), then Wednesday is going to have to prove to Tyler that she cares about him 

But they can prove that ‘love is caring’ to Wednesday by having those around her care about her, like Enid or Xavier 

Personally, I want Wednesday to see that love is caring by Tyler’s dad caring for him

Authority CAN help: 

Weems proved to be good in the end, as well as the mayor and the therapist, and that will be helpful, but Laurel having been a teacher won’t help this progress

Someone besides a student will need to be a big part of the s2 plot to show Wednesday that adults and authority members aren’t always useless

This could be shown by Wednesday (or Xavier or Enid or another student) working with and adult to get Tyler to safety. It could be any other adult showing true compassion

I doubt Wednesday is ready to work with her parents yet - that might be an s3 hurdle

Normies ARE powerful:

This was mostly proven already in s1 via Laurel and Crackstone, but it was undermined by the fact that they still failed

The other truths would benefit from a normie being powerfully good 

This would be a great chance to throw in an amazing normie therapist who really understands Wednesday’s dark side 

I know this is a lot of information

But I’ve been analyzing this for a while, and I think it’s important that these ideas are out in the world. 

The writers made Wednesday’s outlook morally grey. She tased Tyler after knowing how hydes work, after all. So, at the start of season two, she likely won’t accept Tyler as a complex and real human being who deserves love. 

But I think the writers know that Tyler deserves love even if Wednesday doesn’t. And I think the writers want Wednesday to eventually know that Tyler is real and complex, and I think the writers want the audience to know that even now!

I could be wrong, but I don’t think I’m far off base. This show didn’t just become amazing by accident. A lot of thought was put into this plot, and Wednesday’s and Tyler’s characters. 

So I think a lot of thought and care will be put into how Tyler’s character is treated in season two because these truths that the writers have set up are caring and compassionate. 

Thank you for coming to my crazy long ted talk!! ❤️ I appreciate you

[eufezco]

♡; RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

TYLER GALPIN (๑>◡<๑)

Oh, he feels the luckiest man on Earth.

He loves being the big spoon while sleeping, hiding his face in your hair, and hugging you from behind, with your hands tangled with his. I'm pretty sure that Tyler is really warm which is great for cold nights, and he'd always make sure that you were comfortable. Tyler also loves when in the middle of the night you turn around so he can hug you against his chest and pepper your face with kisses just to hear you hum in response and snuggle into his chest.

A lot of dates even when you were already dating. It wasn't always in a fancy restaurant (as fancy as his salary as a barista could afford). Most of the times it was him helping you to sneak out of Nevermore to take you to the movies, cooking you a nice dinner at his place (making sure his dad is working until late), to a spooky picnic at the Crackstone's Crypt, and to a drive-in cinema date that ended up in a lot of kisses and not watching the movie...

Always wakes up before you do and he makes the best breakfast. Your morning drink is always decorated with a heart. Sits with you at the table to watch you enjoy the food he made for you.

He always has a smile on his face when you are near, and his smile is the most beautiful in the world. His lips curve and his eyes shine, and even his cheeks hurts afterwards, but it's so cute because you literally don't have to do anything and he's smiling, giggling, smirking, grinning...

Tyler would open up about his mother to you. The topic came up during a fight with his father. You were waiting for him outside of his house and you didn't mean to listen to what they were saying, but they were basically screaming at each other. Then, Tyler said something about his mom and his dad said nothing else and left with a door slam. You couldn't help but ask Tyler if everything was okay and he just broke down in your arms.

Tyler asked to go with him to therapy, only if it was okay with you. Since he trusted you about his mother and felt heard and understood while doing it, he thought it'd be good to have you there so he could talk to Kinbott about it more openly.

Of course, you went with him and held his hand the whole time, squeezing it when his voice broke and he looked so close to tears. And after the session, Kinbott left you two alone until Tyler calmed down, and you knelt in front of him and told him how proud you were of him, how well he had done, and you hugged him, kissed his forehead and never let go of his hands.

Tyler loves it every time you visit him at work because he knows that the moment you step into the Weathervane, your hands are gonna be on his cheeks and you're gonna give him a lot of smooches. Before you arrive, he makes sure that your favorite drink is ready, with a nice temperature and of course with the drawing of a heart or with an 'ily' written. And it's so good to have you there because rude customers really get on his nerves, and just your presence really helps him.

Seeing him with his work uniform makes you feel some type of way. The brown shirt hugging his arms, the maroon apron, oh my god. And the way his hair is curlier than usual, and his arms flex when he carries the tray, and his smile when he talks to the customers, and how he bites his lips when he's focused on making the drawing on the coffee come out perfect... He has you on your knees.

Also, Tyler loves when it's closing time and you two are the only ones at the Weathervane. It always starts with some kisses in the middle of the cafe, with his hands on your hips and him sighing against your lips out of relief. A long day and your lips on his for more than a second was exactly what he needed. He always ends up closing the Weathervane later than he should

Then, the party moves behind the bar and turns into a truly make-out session with you sitting there, with your hands deep inside his hair, and Tyler in between your legs, with his roaming all over your body from your hips to your face. You were caught by his dad once who just hit the glass of the shop with his knuckles to get your attention and left shaking his head. You were caught by his dad once who just hit the glass of the shop with his knuckles to get your attention and left shaking his head.

You took care of his wounds when that monster scraped his chest. You almost fainted when you found him with his t-shirt ripped and grunting. You took off your scarf and applied pressure to his wounds while you asked him questions to check that he was okay.

Did you see his room in that scene in which Thing sneaks into it? It was a mess because my boy has no motivation to clean it up! But thankfully you are there to help him, so you'd play some music, bring some snacks to his place, and spend the afternoon sorting his clothes, throwing away Redbull cans and Hot Cheetos bags, etc.

Even though he was your boyfriend already, you could feel your cheeks burn when you saw him wearing that white suit for the Rave'N dance, and smiling at you as you went down the stairs.

XAVIER THORPE (〃ω〃)

Of course, you'd be his muse. He draws you all the time.

His lips are just so kissable. He just lost trying to get you a plushy at the Harvest Festival and he was disappointed because you told him how much you wanted that one, but you were so happy because Xavier tried for you, so you leaned towards him and planted a quick peck in the middle of his lips. His face lit up immediately.

He'd use his powers to give you flowers, to send you butterflies when you are out with your friends so you could know that he was thinking about you, and little birds that love to play with your hair.

Make-out sessions on his shack are pretty common. He loves having you around all the time but especially when he's painting. He just loves to hear you talking about anything while he does his thing, and when you say the slightest teasing thing to him, Xavier's hands are on you a second later.

Bringing you over the edge of the table you were sitting on and caressing your thighs before you could wrap your legs around him to pull him closer, and then his lips are on yours and your hands are deep inside his hair.

And when his hands cup your cheeks or wrap around your neck, you always end up dirty with the paint on them, but Xavier thinks it's really cute. He likes to paint your face with his watercolors: the sea, some clouds and the sun, birds, hearts. Literally, anything that allows him to do the things Xavier enjoys the most: drawing and and look at your face. He would finish his artwork on your skin by painting your lips with a bright shade of red and letting you kiss his face.

You sneaking into his shared dorm room to sleep with him, and Rowan panicking the next morning when he saw you in the same bed as his friend.

He prefers when you sleep on his chest, with his arms around you, your fingers drawing patterns there, and Xavier giving you a lot of forehead kisses. Listening to his heartbeat and his soft breathing as Xavier grabs your hand and rubs it until you both fall asleep.

Oh but fights with him are terrible because you can't stand anyone that disagrees with you and he needs to be right all the time, so there's no middle ground between you two.

Taking care of him at night when he started having those horrible nightmares and treating the scratches on his neck. You were by his side when he lost control of his powers and brought that monster he was painting to life. You had to jump from your seat and throw yourself on Xavier once you realized what was going on.

His hair is so messy all the time, he should be grateful that you're always there to fix it. You style it after he gets out of the shower but when he wakes up the next morning is all messy again. That's how he ends up most of the time with a bun which you love btw, but nothing compares to him with his long brown loose hair, or when he wears half of his hair in a bun and the other half loose under it.

Also, his hair is so sensitive. Every time your hands are in his hair doing literally anything, Xavier's eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he even has to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning. And he would let you try different hairstyles on him. Braids are your favorite, but piggy tails and buns look as good on him.

He tried to teach you archery before you two were dating but you ended up being a flustered mess. He was so close to you, his chest against your back, his lips mumbling the instructions really close to your ear, and his hands on top of yours, fixing the way you were holding the bow and helping you to have a firm grip on it.

When you tried archery again after he asked you out, it ended up in an embarrassing mutual teasing of Xavier pushing your hair away from your neck and his words in your ear giving you goosebumps, and you making sure that there was no space left between your body and his behind you.

Fencing together is so fun because every duel you two have is filled with rivalry. When you're holding the foil everything is about winning him, and he couldn't enjoy it anymore because your rivalry is reciprocated by him. But your duels always end with the winner laughing at the loser and going to take off the other's mask to kiss their lips. All the people on the team enjoy your duels too until you two do that.

[achromatophoric]

Enid: Oh no! Willa’s not here yet and Tyler has us cornered! What’re we gonna do!?

Bianca: Just follow my lead. HEY TYLER!

Hyde Tyler: Grrnngh?

Bianca: You look like the bastard love child of Steve Buscemi and Ren from The Ren & Stimpy Show!

Hyde Tyler: 😮

Enid: Uh, yeah! You look like a cross between a tarsier and a chinese crested dog!

Hyde Tyler: 😦

Bianca: It’s no wonder your dad hates you! You look like the after mugshot of Gollum’s meth transformation!

Hyde Tyler: 😧

Enid: Yeah! Your mom hates you so much, her biggest regret was only attempting suicide after you were born!

Enid: *gasps and covers her mouth*

Hyde Tyler: 😭 *runs away sobbing*

Bianca: Christ, Enid. That was dark as fuck.

Enid: I-I don’t know got into me. I didn’t mean it! Tyler! I’M SO SORRY!!

Bianca:

[pinkydevil16]

Tyler Galpin x reader (alternative)

Tyler placed a hot chocolate down infront of Y/n as she stared out the window, his smile widening as she jumped slightly and turned to grin at him thanking him as she looked at the new drink. Moving to grab her money from her black bag only for Tyler to sit opposite her and stop her.

"Nope, it's on the house. As a thank you." Y/n quirked an eyebrow at him as she slowly placed her purse back into the black bag, her hair falling over the side of her face as she turned back to him tucking the hair behind her ear as she moved to pick up the drink. Sniffing it as she smiled down at it, the smell of gingerbread filling her body as she sighed out.

"You make the best hot chocolate." Taking a sip she let out a happy moan which made Tyler blush dark as she closed her eyes and savoured the amazing drink, Tyler leaning against his hand as he stared at her happy face, she was hard on the outside but inside she was a softy. He admired how she looked in the deep red dress, he had almost spilt someone's coffee down them when she walked in, her boots thudding against the ground as she entered. He had to admit this was one of her favourite type of outfits, a dress with fishnets and boots especially when she wore a dress like the one she currently wore. The cut shorter and slightly tighter, this one especially with the v cut, he had stuttered an apology to the customer and rushed to the register as she looked around before spotting him and smiling, the dark red lips and eyeliner really worked for him. Especially the way her legs looked in the fishnets, as he thought about it now he saw her sharp acrylics snap in front of his eyes as he zoned back in. A dark blush on his face as he chuckled nervously at her questioning face, a carved eyebrow raised in question before she shrugged and took another sip before casting her eyes back towards the therapy office.

"Someone new is in there." She spoke, side eyeing him as they both watched a girl slide down the gutter and sneak around, Y/n's eyebrows shot up as she turned to watch the girl enter the coffee shop.

"She's hot." Y/n whispered as Tyler rushed back to the counter, Y/n's eyes trained on the goth girl in Nevermore uniform as she walked towards the counter and began talking to Tyler. The girl looked oddly towards Y/n then back to Tyler so Y/n stood, abandoning her hot chocolate swinging her bag over her shoulder and moving so she could lean on the counter near Tyler where he now fussed over the coffee machine. Her dress showing off her cleavage as she did, Wednesday staring at her before looking back at Tyler as his attention was stolen by Y/n.

"Stop staring at her and give me the instructions." Y/n laughed as Tyler stuttered handing her the italian instruction manual, moving to lean against the counter so Y/n's head reached his waist as he crossed his arms and stared at Wednesday as she somehow fixed the stupid machine. Y/n raising an eyebrow as she stood up straight and smoothed down her dress Tyler's eyes following her hands as they smoothed over the back of the dress until Wednesday spoke.

"Fixed. Now i need a ride." Y/n looked towards Tyler enjoying how flustered he was around the mysterious girl.

"I don't finish for an hour, i'm sure you can sit with Y/n as she's also waiting for me?" Tyler looked towards Y/n begging her to agree with him as she smiled showing off her oddly sharp canines for a normie.

"That doesn't work for me." Y/n dropped her smile and tapped her sharp nails against the counter as she watched the girl try to bribe Tyler to abandon work. Tyler turning her down but she kept adding money until Y/n chimed in.

"Sit down and wait, jeez let Tyler finish his shift. I won't bite." Y/n rolled her eyes tapping Tyler's shoulder and grazing along it with her nails as she moved back to her seat, slumping down and picking up her hot chocolate. Wednesday deciding she seemed the most interesting and more her type of person and taking the seat opposite her, Y/n sending a wink to Tyler as more customers flooded in. 

"I'm Y/n." Y/n spoke first extending her hand as Wednesday stared at it before Y/n raised her hands in mock surrender and rolled her eyes.

"Wednesday." Y/n looked at her as she drank some more of the luke warm hot chocolate, the door chiming as three boys entered.

"If it isn't L/N, with an outcast? Who would have thought?" One of the boys laughed as Y/n ignored them but Wednesday watched how her nails scraped against the cup and eyebrows slightly creased in annoyance. Tyler rushing to serve the customer as he saw the small gang of popular kids stand by Y/n, wiping his hands on his uniform and smiling at Y/n who in turn put down the hot chocolate.

"Hey guys come on." One of the guys turned to Tyler pushing him back.

"Stay out of this Galpin." Y/n stood up quickly pushing the guy away from her best friend as they stood chest to chest.

"Don't touch him." She warned, Wednesday now standing up as the mayor's son pushed Y/n, her face turning dark as she threw a punch at him whilst Tyler watched Wednesday beat up the other two until all three laid on the floor.

"You okay?" Y/n asked tenderly as she turned to Tyler, her hand on his chest as she looked up at him, his eyes dropping to where her knuckle had split upon contact with the jackass on the ground. His dad soon walking in and sighing as he looked at Y/n until he noticed Wednesday behind her, suddenly turning stern.

"What happened here?" Tyler tried to explain but his dad was too focused on Wednesday as Tyler wrapped his arms around Y/n.

"They started it dad, Y/n and Wednesday just defended themselves." The sheriff stared at Wednesday until Principle Weem's interrupted. 

"Ahh Miss Addam's this where you've snuck off to." Wednesday stared at her blankly as she watched the tall principle look at the damage.

"You're an Addams? You Gomez's kid?" Wednesday ignored him as she followed Principle Weems, the sheriff spewing nonsense of her father being a murderer until they were out his sight, now turning to face Tyler and Y/n as his son smiled sheepishly at him whilst Y/n hid her fist behind her back.

"Show me your hand kid." Y/n stuck out her hand, her long black acrylics still in perfect condition as the sheriff sighed and ran a finger over her knuckles.

"Just a bruise, damn it now i have to explain this all." Y/n and Tyler moved backwards as his dad rounded up the three lads, Y/n snickering when the mayor's son winced in pain and glared at her. Tyler squeezing her arm in light warning as she dropped her smile and rolled her eyes once more, leaning into his arm around her as they all left. 

"I like her." Y/n spoke turning and resting her chin on Tyler's chest as he wrapped his arms around her back lazily, looking down at her with a sweet smile on his face.

"You would." Y/n scoffed playfully, lifting her hand to smack his chest as he faked hurt and betrayal making her laugh as she moved away from him towards her cup. Turning back to him with the cold drink and a sheepish smile.

"Think i could get another?" Tyler playfully smiled at her, taking the cup and rolling his eyes mocking what she always did, Y/n gasping in fake insult following him towards the counter as he made her another. 

"How's your knuckles?" He spoke as he pumped the gingerbread into the cup, watching her eyes sparkle as he did a chuckle coming from him as he poured in the hot chocolate and placed it in front of where she leaned on the counter. Y/n standing up and moving round the counter allowing Tyler to hold her waist as she jumped onto it, his body between her legs as he took her hands watching her open and close her fist.

"It's fine, his face was soft." Y/n laughed as she spoke, watching as Tyler grabbed a clean cloth wrapping ice in it and placing it on her knuckles making her hiss through gritted teeth.

"Such a toughty." Tyler laughed as she glared at him, going to roll her eyes as Tyler handed her her hot chocolate enjoying how she instantly smiled and took it off him gently. The make shift ice pack falling in her lap as he picked it up moving it next to them as he placed his hands either side of her thighs and looked down at her.

"Thank you." Y/n took a hand off the cup to wave him off, dismissing the whole event as though she hadn't defended him against the asshole. Looking at him over the cup she smiled lovingly at him.

"What are best friends for? You never know, one day you might repay me and beat someone up instead." Y/n laughed as Tyler groaned, taking the cup of her as she whined now forcing the ice pack onto her knuckles and holding his warm hand against her now cold one.

"Yeah yeah, let me fix you up." Y/n grinned at him trying to sweeten him up as he tried his hardest to stay serious before he caught her eyes and cracked a smile back.

"You can't get out of everything by smiling." He taunted her, moving the ice pack and placing both his hands over hers to reheat it.

"I don't know, i get out of most things, plus i have the sheriff's son wrapped around my manicured pinky." Y/n cheekily smiled at him as he rolled his eyes and moved to poke her cheek as she moved to slap his hand. 

"You're lucky i like you so much." Tyler spoke poking her again to annoy her as she pouted at him.

"You can't help it." She laughed poking him back as the two began laughing and playfully fighting. 

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[chaoticstupiddm]

This is more disturbing, than I expected it to be, but it answers so many questions. If it was one whole year, he was what a 15/16 year old kid when it started. And it explains the state of the carcass in his cave; those were not new.

But, did he kill any human before the 2 hikers a week before the start of the show? If he was unlocked for so long it would make sense to have more victims... Or is it so, that he had to practice on animals? Or Laurel took her sweet (���) time grooming him, and didn't turn him immediately?

In our sub reddit (r/weyler on reddit . com) we are dissecting Hunter interview in the book magazine and it's clear that our lovely friend Laurel Gates approached Tyler and unlocked the Hyde one year prior to Wednesday arrival. So, when Tyler destroyed Xavier's mural, he knew about his mother connection to Nevermore and the Hyde was fully unlocked already. (please check my friend @dailydoohan on Twitter to get these images and all the most incredible updates)

Now tell me again that Tyler is a bully, come on, I am here, waiting for you :)

Plus... that Laurel b*** had her dirty hands on Tyler for one year.

[chaoticstupiddm]

Wednesday characters in DnD

So I've been thinking, what kind of Dungeons and Dragons (or like any other fantasy rpg, with all the OGL stuff) character would each Wednesday character enjoy to play? Let's think about it, shall we?

Wednesday Addams

I feel like, out of everyone, Wednesday would enjoy to play a character that is close to herself. Just think of Viper, the chronically misunderstood teenage detective. So what would that mean? Rogue.

Hear me out. Wednesday likes to be an expert at things she deems interesting: torture, taxidermy, fencing, writing, cello, stealth. She also does not seem to enjoy her visions too much, so going with a less magic focused class would make sense. And the nail in the coffin: rogues are good alone (the typical loner class), but they are even better in a team. Getting a sneak attack is easier with your friends around, and if this is not the message of the final battle, I don't know what else it could be.

Bonus: Thing would absolutely be a Cleric with high insight, or a Monk with unarmed strikes.

Tyler Galpin

So, yeah, I might be biassed with this one, but I think he would not particularly like to play a character like himself, but end up doing something like that anyway.

He might be called to the Barbarian class, as the Rage feature is something he would clearly understand, and could utilize it in a smart way. But it might hit a bit too close to home for him, being angry all the time.

Then there are Rangers with their built in outdoorsy nature and.. well magical racism. He does know his way in the great outdoors, knows hunting tricks, so this could easily be an outlet for some of his interests (yes, even the magical racism; he might be able to process it better once he lets himself realize, that he is also in the Favored Enemy group).

My last candidate for him would be Warlock, and again, this might hit a nerve for him, but I feel like this could be a great way for him to process what happened to him. What do I mean? He made a deal with someone, and in exchange for certain services he got information and power to enact revenge. He probably wouldn't have made the deal knowing the nature of his duties, but it is too late now. Also, fun fact, Warlocks keep their powers even if they break their pact. It is a gift/curse they cannot escape from.

The boy could use some healing and roleplaying can be a good outlet for that.

Enid Sinclair

She is an interesting one. I think she would love to play someone at least as charismatic and fun as herself, and playing in a more supportive role would also satisfy her people-pleaser nature. So what I'm trying to say is Bard, probably.

You could argue that a Cleric or Druid would also do the trick, if she wants to focus on support, but I don't she would like the Druid's reminder of animal transformation. Cleric on the other hand could be a good fit, you can stand your ground, help your friends, be an absolute badass.

At the same time Bard is just so much fun, with the expertise, charisma, performance. I think she would enjoy it.

Xavier Thorpe

He is an artist, so that would mean Bard, right? I'm not so sure about it. Yes he likes to paint and draw, but to be honest, I don't think he would be that into the high charisma aspect; might remind him of his dad.

So what else does he enjoy? Not his prophetic visions, for sure. But there is archery, and he does fencing as well. That could guide us to Ranger or Fighter, but I don't take him as a nature loving person, so maybe Fighter? A ranged Fighter with Painter's supply proficiency. I don't think he would enjoy the dangers of close combat.

Bianca Barclay

Once again, someone who would not enjoy playing a character with the same set of skills as herself. I think she would enjoy playing someone intelligent, a self-made genius, a Wizard, if you will.

She enjoys being the best in every situation and I think she would enjoy coming up with creative spell uses. At the same time, I think she would not mind being in the middle of a fight, so she would pack some spells for surviveability.

My other idea would be a Fighter, but she would play it like a strategist. Doing close combat, while also instructing the others what to do.

Hell, a level 2 Fighter, level x Wizard would be so perfect for her - in a slightly optimizer way.

Eugene Ottinger

I cannot leave him out, he is too precious.

He would absolutely use this opportunity to show of, how cool bees can be, so either Ranger (Swarmkeeper, if we go with official subclasses just this once) or Druid. And he would absolutely kill it.

[thornedclover]

SPEAK NOW | Wednesday Addams × Tyler Galpin · wednesday (TV 2022)

CHAPTER 2. will you have me? will you love me?

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summary. 2 years later, 4 semesters have come and gone, and the annual Rave’N dance is tomorrow night. after refusing to attend the previous times since her first with Tyler, Wednesday is reluctantly convinced by Enid to attend the dance for a second time. little does she know that someone is awaiting her once she arrives.

word count. 1,445.

warnings. slow build; no dialogue.

tags. inspired by music.

authors note.

I wanted this “mystery character” to be a surprise but with the tags & details in this chapter, there was no way I could keep it a secret. . I know it was probably obvious, but a writer can dream.

His heart was pounding in time with the sweat rolling down the back of his neck. Every passing second had his thoughts stumbling over one another. With the crisp breeze that whipped through on occasion, he was able to keep himself from actually being sick.

For weeks now, he had promised himself he would meet his first love again, on this very night. The one whose viper gaze hypnotized him like no other – like strange yet irresistible, constructive therapy. The only one whose scent weakened his ability to front without falter – like a geode rock being broken to reveal its crystal heart within. The one whose personality aligned with his as did her way of articulation led the way for his own to match – like a compass needle’s true north. This was his time, his moment, his chance to repair the damage done by his hands and his heart. After rehearsing over and over again, he knew he could not turn back. Either he would take action now or not at all. And since he was already at anxiety’s doorstep, he was pretty much at the point of no return now.

It had been two years since he saw her, talked to her, looked her in the eyes, and kissed her. It had also been two years since he had betrayed her, forsaken her, and attempted to be responsible for her murder. Altogether, he spent two years dwelling on every little thing – the high, the hurt, the shine, the sting of every little thing. And now, two years later, he was standing among the shadows in a black suit and polished shoes, going unnoticed by the passing Nevermore students. Alone, nervous, and in need of a miracle.

But even after every day, every night, and every minute in between, it all felt like it just happened yesterday.

The night he was strapped down in the back of that speeding van, he went from a resting state to a raging fit. The moment he tore free and disappeared into the daring woods, he became a lone wolf. The morning he came home to his father, he was weakened by the lack of manipulation from his deceased master. And all the long days leading up to this moment, he was lost. Transitioning between the lives of a normie and outcast, he had resigned from his barista title, been admitted into a psychiatric institution to endure various testing and observations in exchange for a prison sentence, and enrolled in online schooling to finish his educational studies.

But with every event, he felt more and more astray.

His appetite was up and down as his emotions ranged from fire to ice – his mood swings struck him at any unexpected time which would either end up in him being unusually consoled or having his head bitten off by his sheriff father. Nothing seemed right. Everything felt wrong. He would try this and fail at that. He could distract himself from his own mind but not for long. Pacing, thinking, running, breathing – everything that he did to keep himself from losing in his own warzone just did not satisfy his mind and body. He needed something… but what? A therapist? A genie? A prayer? No. He needed something – someone – more…

A raven. An angel of darkness. A gothic goddess… Wednesday Addams.

She was his backbone, his cornerstone, his head start, his rugged heart. The lone thought of her lashed out at him harder than any threat, insult, or whip could ever dare. The forever-etched-vision of her lured him into a pool of submission. The countless memories of her monotone, satirical voice posed as his muse to keep him focused… aware… and sane.

As if she was his master. And he, her slave.

The thirst for blood, desire to attack, and temptation to maim and maul had been vanquished and, instead, traded for distinct needs of heed, acceptance, and trust. The monster that had been raised from the start was reborn into a new breed of beast – one of twisted sanity and settled power. He had grown ill at the thought of ripped flesh and horrific, blood-curdling screams. For as long as he had been back home, he had not transformed into his outcast specialty nor did he want to. There was no point or reasoning to do so. There was no one to beckon, command, or tame him. No one to brainwash him into committing homicide and putting them on death’s row, if not 6 feet under. No one to force him to become what he was not fully accustomed to controlling: what he did not want to be notorious for – a vile, heartless, corrupting monster. Without his initial ringmistress, Marilyn Thornhill, his chains had fallen off. He was free as a stallion running through the night – silver and responsible for himself, alone.

Now, he had his sights set on one thing. Every night came with a dream, and every day began with a chase. The visions of the young raven appeared to him in countless dreams. The voices of his inner-self bonded him within an indestructible cage, begging for a light to guide him out… begging for her. Those dark, icy eyes and striking, black nails. Her soft, pale skin and long, ebony hair braided in two. That sharp, sarcastic tongue and stone-cold heart. He was so involved with her in ways that he could not describe – brave and relentless. Sweet and defenseless, he knew… Over and over, again and again, it did not take him long before he realized that she was the one. She was his answer – his one and only true north. Like a lock and key, she had become the new master of his inner demon lying dormant within.

She did not know it, but she would. After this very night, she would know.

But with that came everything in his head – the questions that crowded his mind, leaving him blind. After everything is said and done, will she believe him? Will she still have him? Will she still want him? Will she ever forgive him? Will she even love him?

Only time would tell…

Taking yet another breath to steady his nerves, he tugged on his dress shirt at the collar. Every passing outcast had his green gaze focused and attentive. Knowing his former date, he figured he would be looking for the same monochromatic aesthetic and magenta lips that blessed his vision two years prior. He was anxious yet eager to see his first love. He was ready yet afraid to witness her reaction. He was collected yet a complete mess at thinking of what this outcome could turn out to be. But now was the only time to take his chances, he had drilled that into his mind already.

Couple after couple and group after group entered through the dance’s illuminated entrance arches and he began to second guess his orchestrated plan. But a familiar beanie followed by blonde hair got his hopes up. He recognized the psychic’s friends under the twilight color scheme of this year’s Rave’N – both dressed in varying shades of violets and blue, the gorgon sported a solid-colored, conservative attire while his werewolf date sashayed close to his hip in an ombre gown, dazzled with twinkling sequins and a bow-tied waistline.

And there she was. Tailing them with her straight posture and unique gait. The beauty he had come to seek out was right in front of him. Spellbinding, mysterious, and utterly enchanting as ever.

If he was honest, her looks almost had him convinced that she was a completely different person and not the one he had come for — her hair, dress style, and evening gloves stunned him in the most captivating way. She looked like herself yet so different. He knew she was 18 years of age but damn… was she taken out of her comfort zone. Knowing her, he could only imagine the fight she put up with her roommate to get herself in such a stunning arrangement. Obviously, the other had won and here she was, looking absolutely perfect tonight.

Then her viper gaze happened to look his way, and he found himself locked in. Frozen and hypnotized, there was no breaking the contact. He was completely bewitched.

The chattering of the school was drowned out by the beating of his own heart. His blood rushed beneath his skin, churning and coursing and racing with his spiraling nerves. After all of the pain, anger, fear, despair, longing, isolation, planning, and remorse. One look was all it took. Not a word nor touch. Just one glance his way.

And Tyler Galpin was lovestruck all over again.

[illegal-heartbreaker]

i've got my eye on you {m. thornhill}

summary: reader is a new teacher to Nevermores staff, and is friends with Larissa (thats how they heard of the job). Marilyn becomes obsessed with reader/jealous of their relationship with Larissa. - @cosmicbrownies7

relationship: marilyn thornhill x reader

warnings/extra: 15 yr age gap, yandere-ish & jealousy.

It got dark quick, sorry 😭

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You had met Larissa when you both had attended a meeting about outcasts all over the world and considering that the both of you were one of the last few shapeshifters left you had instantly connected. Thats how you had ended up leaving your position at a school another school for outcasts in Ireland and moved to Nevermore as the first ever deputy principal.

The beginning of the second semester had started and you had only just settled down into the role of second in command. Your relationship with Larissa only blooming. Today was the day which teachers and students arrived back to school, you were nervous to meet the students and to see how they'd react towards you. From Larissa's tale they were sweet.

The both of you stood on the front steps of Nevermore, Larissa welcoming students and you smiling at the people passing by you. As more students turn up, you look for the last teacher and the one you had been told about a lot, Marilyn Thornhill. The first normal teacher.

"Larissa!" Another new voice called, directing your head to where it had come from, a petite lady with glasses that look almost too big for her was walking towards the two of you. "thats marilyn, be nice." your friend whispers before waving her over.

"Good morning Marilyn, how was your holiday?" Larissa smiled down at the women, who was standing in front of the both of you.

"much more quiet, i think i got used to the noise of the students" you laughed slightly, drawing the attention the elephant in the room.

"This Y/N Y/L/N, they're the new deputy for this school and my closest friend." Larissa introduces placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod, something seemed off about the way this lady looked you up and down.

"Pleasure to meet you Y/N." you hum in agreement, taking a step back when you notice that she has moved towards you.

"Riss, you need to go do your speech." You say, wanting to get away from this lady. Taking Larissa's hand in yours and leading her away, leaving Marilyn fuming. You were exactly what she wanted- no needed and Weems was in the way.

The following weeks had passed quickly, with you becoming closer with the students especially Enid. To the young girl you were a mother figure and Larissa had noticed this, that was why one of your many tasks was to take Enid to her therapy appointments every Thursday morning. After the appointments you would always take Enid to Weathervane, and thats when you met Tyler Galpin. Who knew all about you from Marilyn and was always reporting back to her.

That lead you to the fifth Thursday of the semester where she sat in the booth you and Enid usually occupied, scrolling through photos. You had followed Enid in that day with your hands on her shoulders. Looking over to where you usually sat, you scowl, Marilyn. Something was off about her and Larissa wouldn't take a word of it. Letting Enid lead the way to the counter to order the usual, Marilyn had looked up and smirked waiting for you to pay.

"Enid," Marilyn called, drawing the attention of the girl to her. She bounced over to where one of her teachers sat. "Do join me, Ms Y/L/N too." And so Enid obliged, sliding into the opposing seat. Once you had finished paying, you look around to find Marilyn now talking to Enid. A frown crossed your face but reluctantly walked over. Sitting down next to Marilyn wanting to respect the students boundaries.

"Ms Y/L/N, glad you could join us." she whispers placing a hand onto your thigh. You glare at her, removing the hand. "yes, wonderful." you mutter. Minutes pass and Marilyn keeps 'accidentally' touching you, counting down the minutes till you need to take Enid back but you maintain a straight face completely ignoring the lady next to you. Talking with Enid is always interesting, especially about the up and coming ball being held in honour of a generous donation.

"Enid dear? Could you step outside, i'll be with you in a minute." You say smiling, watching as the girl nods and leaves. Leaving you and Marilyn.

"Marilyn Thornhill, if you touch me one more time then I personally will talk to Larissa."

"You think she'd believe you? She won't do anything especially not to her plant obsessed Ms Thornhill." she grins, placing a hand on yours. "No one will believe you." Staring at her in shock, you get up and walk out. The drive home was a comfortable silence with you absorbed in your thoughts and Enid scrolling through her social media page. Pulling up at school, you let Enid get out before going around the side to park your car.

Walking up to Larissa's office, you see Thornhill walking up the stairs of the school. Running now, you push through her doors panting.

"That normie teacher, needs to go Larissa! She's a freaking creep." You yell, the principal looks up at you in alarm.

"Y/N, whats happened? Take a seat." She gestures towards a chair at her desk. Before you could move, a knock comes to the door and she walks in smiling.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Ms Weems, Miss Y/N is just tired. I'll escort her to her room." She says grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the room.

"You are mine Y/N. After tonight, there will be no more 'Principal Weems'" She says her voice full of anger, guiding you towards her room.

"What is your issue?!" You yell, "Are you jealous of Larissa?" as she pushes you into her room.

"Oh, my darling girl. I believe I was jealous, but not anymore because I've finally got you for myself." She says laughing, as she inserts something into your neck.

"You're mental if you think you can get away with.." You start to say beginning to feel drowsy. Your eyelids shut just as you fall into a deep sleep, allowing Marilyn to carry to her bed letting your head rest in her lap.

"you're mine, princess."

[chaoticstupiddm]

The funny thing is, that there were supposed to be darker scenes with him and his dad: "being slapped around a little bit". But all of that informed the acting, so it's kind of canon. I think we can feel that tension in episode 6 especially.

I hope that people can understand, that neglect is also abuse, and don't need to see physical violence to prove that there is an issue. At the same time I wish they would've left in some of those darker scenes. It's a Wednesday show! The Addams family never shied away from the ugly side of other families.

I'm referring to an interview with the actor, where he talked about how they built the father-son relationship, how he prepared for the police station monologue, working with Tim Burton, etc.

literally

[zoeysdamn]

Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader | Part.3

Summary: The therapy sessions goes well – as well as it can – and you learn why Tyler is so willing to get help from Dr.Fern. His desire to leave Jericho is highly relatable to you, maybe the two of you are starting to bond beside the flirting? New and old foes are coming back to taunt you with past mistakes, making Tyler wonder what you could  have possibly done at your last stay at Nevermore. 

Warnings: swearing, sexist and homophobic comment from one of the character, physical assault, mention of blood, bad flirting A/N: Okay this is such a long-ass chapter, but I really wanted to finish it and post it before starting to write the next one! The besties know what’s coming uhuhuh  👀 I apologize in advance if anyone reading this is named Cindy; you’ll understand krkrkr.

[Masterlist] [Prologue] [Part.1] [Part.2] 

You sat on the edge of Dr.Fern’s office window, like you were twice a week now. If the therapy sessions weren’t useful to Tyler, at least you could use them as a break from the school and from your duties. But Tyler really seemed to enjoy those sessions, which meant he wouldn’t try to attack the therapist; after the first session, you were already sure of it. 

“How do you feel about being back at Jericho, Tyler?” asked Dr.Fern, wearing a long-sleeved green dress that gave a heavy Stevie Nicks vibe. 

“It’s not comfortable, but I don’t have much choice,” he admitted. “The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can start something new.”

The therapist hummed, sensing something deeper than that, “What do you want to do, if you leave Jericho? Got any plans, anything you want to do?”

Out of reflex, Tyler glanced at you briefly; you weren’t looking at them, acting laid back and uninterested, but he knew you were listening. Or at least, a part of him hoped that you did. 

“I want to free myself from here. Everyone at Jericho had always tried to restrain me or manipulate me, I’m sick of it. They're the reason I turned into a Hyde and got violent in the first place," he gritted, more for himself. 

“Are you referring to Laurel Gates? Or is there someone else you’re thinking about too?” 

Tyler pursed his lips, looking rather upset by the question. Still, after a few seconds he finally answered, “My dad too,” he admitted quietly. 

Behind him, you raised an eyebrow. You vaguely remembered reading that Tyler and his dad didn’t get quite along, especially after the whole ordeal from last year, and him having to hide from his son her mother had been an outcast. The only time you had met sheriff Galpin had been a little more than two years ago, when he had arrested you at Nevermore academy. Since then, you haven't had the pleasure yet. 

“Have you talked to him since you came back?” wanted to know the fae. 

“No,” he snapped curtly, trying to not let his anger for his dad slip away too much – which was useless with the empath fae. Sensing this, the therapist decided to lead him on another subject. 

“What would change if you left Jericho?" asked Dr.Fern, and at Tyler's dumbfounded expression she tried to re-formulate her question, "How would you change if you left Jericho?" 

Again, Tyler took his time to answer; the question had a subliminal interrogation of course, but he understood what she was meaning. "Not much I think," he finally admitted. "I won't be so different that I am now, I'll be the same. Good and bad sides alike." 

His words made you slightly turn your head to him, intrigued; meanwhile, a twinkle of interest lit up in Dr.Fern's eyes. "This," she noted out loud, "this is interesting. Go on, what are those 'good' and 'bad' sides you're referring to?" 

Tyler cleared his throat nervously, "Well I…I can't deny there's still a violent side in me. The Hyde will always be a part of me, always will be me, I can't change that."

"Do you want to change that?" argued the therapist. 

This time, his answer was immediate, "No. There's no need to lie, a part of me actually enjoys violence. I think…I think it was already here before Laurel told me who I was." 

The mention of his first stay in a disciplinarian center in his file flashed in your mind. It was true, he had attacked a Nevermore student around a year before the whole Hyde ordeal. Maybe the sheriff's son indeed had a knack for violence for quite a time. 

The kind face of Dr.Fern didn't change at his confession, instead silently encouraging him to carry on. 

"I'm not anymore the monster Laurel made me," he said with a bitter tone at the woman's mention, "but I'm not a Saint either. I want to leave this town with too many preconceived ideas and unrealistic expectations about me, and be my own person. I just want to find a place where I can be myself." 

"Good and bad?" asked the therapist. 

Tyler nodded and repeated, "Good and bad." 

The weight of his words echoed in you, more than you would have thought. He had exactly pinpointed something you hadn't figured out yourself. Deep down, you wanted to free yourself from the Van Helsing suffocating straitjacket and what bound you to Jericho. That didn't mean you wanted to stop hunting monsters, only that you wanted to do your own thing; to do you, according to what you believed and what you were. 

Tyler and you might not be so different after all. 

From her seat, Dr.Fern sensed the mix of surprise, confusion and warm feeling of understanding coming from you. She looked at you and smiled kindly. 

"You know you're always welcomed to join us on the sessions, Y/N."

Immediately you closed yourself with a scowl, "Not a chance." 

The therapist kept her soft smile, "Like you want, the offer will still stand on the next time."

You huffed, and Dr.Fern announced the end of the hour to Tyler, who got up to shake her hand. You grabbed your jacket to put it on, nodding to the therapist on your way out of her office. The knowing look in her eyes was worse than a slap on the face by reality itself. Despite knowing that she had touched a nerve, you stubbornly decided to ignore it, and instead followed Tyler out of the building. You'll be damned if you actually recognized those therapy sessions were perhaps useful to you, too. 

Once outside, you exhaled loudly, not noticing how deep in thoughts Tyler seemed to be. When you glanced at him and saw how upset he looked, you nudged him with your elbow – probably stronger than it should have been for a friendly action. 

“You okay?”

He jumped a little at your gruff and unexpected gesture, “Uh- yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks.”

An inner voice would have snickered that he was acting up again; but somehow, you truly believed that he was honest in his reactions here. The more you spent time together, even as your strange warden-convinced dynamic, the more you were beginning to be sure he was honest with you. Even if he was an honest asshole, an honest flirt or an honest confused young adult. 

“Perfect then. Let’s go, I’m craving for some coffee.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as you made your way to the car, “Aren’t we supposed to go back to Nevermore?”

“For once we’re allowed to get out of the school, I’ll be damned if I didn’t take time to get an acceptable coffee,” you groaned, “The insipid shit at the cafeteria should be exorcized, I swear it could kill someone. Is the Weathervane still open?” you asked him as you turned on the engine. 

“Yeah it is,” he muttered quietly. 

The trip to downtown Jericho was silent, and you parked just across the entrance of the coffeeshop. When you both got out of the car, Tyler looked mortified and you noticed him pulling his hood up nervously. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What’s up?” 

“Go ahead, I- I’m not really comfortable going in there.” 

At first you scoffed but then the shifty and frightened looks he gave all around him made you frown. Glancing behind you over your shoulder, you noticed two older ladies whispering among themselves a few feet away, and not so discreetly pointing at your pair. Now that you looked at them, you also noticed a man passing by, giving you a disgusted snare. Pulling the hood further down to cover his scared cheek, Tyler looked down in shame. Seeing him being so vulnerable and self-conscious about himself, while he had appeared all confident and cocky to you before took you off-guard. Suddenly you realized that maybe, the tough insolent asshole side of him might have been an act too; at least part of it. 

Still, the professional part of you was reluctant. 

“I can’t leave you unsupervised outside,” you frowned, but instead of the witty comeback you expected, Tyler’s eyes stayed fixed on the ground. 

“I’m not going anywhere I swear, I’ll stay near the car just– just be quick, please,” he mumbled. 

Okay, his voice almost breaking really made you pity him now. “Fine,” you conceded, “but you stay right here. If you ever move away from that car, I’ll kill you.” 

He nodded silently, and you made your way to the coffee shop; not without glaring at the two old tattletales on your way. Pushing the door open you entered the Weathervane, glancing back at Tyler, only to see him leaning against the car nervously, not moving. Good.

“Welcome to the Weathervane, what can I get you?” greeted the young barista behind the counter.

“A large Americano to go, with two shots of espresso please.” 

“Coming right up!” she chirped excitedly. 

While the barista started to make your drink ready, you glanced once again behind your shoulder to check on Tyler. The poor guy seemed to be mortified by his sole presence downtown. 

“That’s the delinquent sheriff’s son,” whispered the barista to you, noticing your gaze, “he’s up to no good, I’ll tell you.”

“Is he now?” you asked with false surprise, which seemed to thrill her and her gossip thirst. 

“It’s been said that he’s a monster, like, not metaphorically, but one of those Nevermore freaks! Can you imagine?!”

“No way,” you gasped in an over-exaggerated manner she didn’t notice. Instead, the barista nodded energetically. 

“I swear! Shouldn’t even be allowed to live after what he did if you ask me.”

I didn’t ask you anything Cindy, you thought internally, glancing at her name on the badge she wore. “What did he do?” 

“He lied to all of us!” she said with a huff. “Had the nerve to lie to all those good innocent people of Jericho, can you believe that! I even heard he had kind of assaulted a Nevermore student or whatever.”

The voice in your head snorted loudly. So all that mattered to that girl was that Tyler lied to them about his nature? Murders were no big deal apparently to the ‘good innocent people’ of Jericho. 

“A deranged freak who manipulated all of the town to make us believe he was normal, that’s what he is!” she snickered, pouring coffee in a large cup. 

“I bet he didn’t even drink coffee, uh?” you joked knowingly, to which she giggled. 

“No, he wasn’t even that manly! Drank only soft girly drinks like Caramel macchiato and hazelnut shots, what a pussy!” 

“Yeah,” you snickered dryly, then she handed you your drink. “Oh, can I borrow you for one more minute and order you another drink to go? I’ve forgotten I have to get one for my friend.”

“Sure thing girl! What will it be?” 

“A large caramel macchiato with a hazelnut shot,” you said looking at her dead in the eye. The mocking expression she had morphed into a bewildered one, so you smiled darkly at her. “To go. Please.”

She nodded nervously, your intense gaze bruning holes behind her head making her anxious as she prepared the other drink. Now she wasn’t so chatty and bitchy, was she? 

“H-here, that’ll be 10$,” she stuttered. 

Putting the money on the counter you grabbed the two cups and gave the barista a smirk. “Next time you decide to spill sexist comments over someone’s drink choice, you better remember that person killed five people before you speak,” you snickered at the now terrified barista. “Next time I hear you pulling that bullshit at anyone else, I’ll be using your teeth as lucky charms for my next stay in juvie, is that clear Cindy?”. The barista paled instantly and nodded vigorously. You smiled at him, “Great. See you then.” 

Then you turned back, leaving the barista livid and crossed the coffee shop door before returning to the car with a satisfied smile. 

“Here,” you said flatly to Tyler, handing him his drink. 

He looked at it eyes wide in surprise, “Thanks? What’s the honor?”

Looking back at the Weathervane you caught Cindy’s gaze and made sure that she had seen everything, “Let’s just say it’s been my personal satisfaction of the day. And you kinda needed that. C’mon let’s go.”

As Tyler didn’t need to be asked twice to get in the car you smiled sweetly at the barista from your spot, and gave her a clear and proud middle finger. Her offended face was everything. 

“They really hire anybody in there,” you grumbled as you got in the driver’s seat, “Homophobic bitch.” 

Next to you, Tyler smiled a bit, looking back and forth to the coffee and to you, slowly realizing what had happened. 

“Wait, you actually…took my defense?” he said out loud after a few seconds, as you had already started the engines and drove away from the Weathervane. 

“Called you a pussy for drinking caramel macchiatos,” you explained flatly, “Sexist comments get me out my hinges. Even to murderers.”

He cleared his throat, the murderer comment not making him uncomfortable for once, “Well–  thank you then.”

“Don’t mention it,” you shrugged, taking a big gulp of your coffee.

The rest of the road to Nevermore was spent in silence, but Tyler couldn’t help but have a small smile sipping his macchiato. Maybe you definitely had a soft spot after all. 

Once you arrived at the school and parked the car, Tyler started a random discussion, asking about something that you saw in yesterday’s class. It carried on as you dropped the car keys at the stewardship and you debated about the possible upcoming class subject for outcasts History. This rare anger-free moment wasn’t so bad; it reminded you that no matter your family's heritage, you were both teenagers.  

Deep in conversation you and Tyler strolled in the quad, not noticing the group of students sitting on one of the tables not too far, chatting among themselves too. Until you heard a snare, then a growl coming from them. Normally you wouldn’t have paid much mind to it, but when Tyler stopped dead in his tracks you turned your head in their direction. It was the same group of students you had caught a glimpse of the day before through Tyler’s room window; Ajax’s friends you believed. Indeed, the Gorgon stood there, nervously fidgeting as soon as he noticed you both. The long-haired boy next to him – Xavier from what you had come to understand, Ajax’s best friend – glanced between the two groups, looking uneasy; then you remembered that he and Tyler hadn’t been on the best terms, no wonder why he was like this. In front of them, the blonde girl who had seemed so joyful the night before was baring her teeth, growling angrily with murder in her eyes. The petite raven-haired girl beside her had a protective hand on her shoulder, restraining the werewolf – her behavior had given it away, really, just as the way she stood protectively before the black and white girl. Although this one didn’t seem too helpless either, given the daggers her eyes threw at Tyler. The whole bunch glaring at you wasn’t unusual, but there was something different about it. 

“Old friends of yours?” you muttered to Tyler. 

“Could say that. Not really my biggest fans.”

“Yeah figured. What’s with little miss sunshine?” you asked, discreetly nodding to the blonde werewolf. 

“She uh…she fought me in the woods before I got arrested.” 

Eyes widening, you glance back and forth between the two of them; that’s when you noticed the scars on her cheeks, smaller than the one Tyler had, partly covered with cute pink bandages. 

You cackled softly, “No way, she’s the one who had beat the shit out of you? Wow,” you whistled lowly, “can’t lie, I’m impressed. Hey! Well done Wolfie!” you called her out with a mocking raise of your cup. 

Your comment made her freeze, a bright shade of pink rising on her cheeks in surprise. Although it immediately made the pigtailed-girl look even more angry, like a dark murderous aura rose around her; it took Xavier and the werewolf – Enid if you now remembered the files – to restrain her from jumping on you and skin you alive. 

A slight wince took place on your face, “Aouch, who’s the potential serial killer here? Looks like she hates me almost as much as she hates you.”

Tyler scratched his neck nervously “That’s Wednesday Addams she’s uh…kind of my ex I guess?”

This time a laugh escaped your throat, unable to be contained. “No shit??”

“Yeah…also, she might have been the one who framed me, too,” he said nervously. 

You couldn’t help but continue to laugh, snorting at the absurdity of the situation. Tyler looked even more awkward than he already was, and even the other students seemed taken aback by your reaction. 

“Phew,” you sighed between two laughs, “thanks for that, I really needed a good joke.” 

A scoff coming from the angry students cut short your delight, “I thought potential victims of serial killers had more brain than that,” snapped the murderous Addams. 

Her harsh comment definitely stopped your joyful mood, and the threat-like tone she used didn’t fit right with you; oh no. 

“Excuse me Addams, I didn’t quite hear you from here; I don’t receive frequencies emitted at low altitudes.” 

Ajax let out a snort, unable to restrain himself, Enid giving him a harsh glare. 

“What was that, future corpse?” growled the girl. 

“Y/N don’t,” said Tyler in a low voice, but you didn’t listen to him and walked to Wednesday. But you were far too intrigued to let it slide now; this was too tempting. 

“If anyone’s close to being murdered, it definitely ain’t me shortcake,” you snickered, facing her with a smirk. 

She narrowed her eyes at you, “I’d like to take you up on that.”

“Mmmh, shame there’s no bounty on your head Addams, I’m sure the hunt would have been thrilling,” you wondered out loud, before your face briefly lit up with a smile to the werewolf and the Gorgon, “Not on you two though, you’re actually really sweet!” 

“T-thanks?” stuttered Enid. 

“You’re the Van Helsing hunter,” deduced the Addams with a slight raise of her brow, “strange how you went from hunting the most famous vampire in the world to vulgar bodyguard duty.” 

“You actually know your classics, I might even feel honored.” 

“So it’s you I have to bribe if I want to have a take in Tyler’s murder,” she clarified, glaring at him, “good to know.” 

“Ah,” you snorted, “I work alone Addams, pretty boy over there is all mine to take.”

Tyler’s ears turned red but you didn’t notice it; Enid, Ajax and Xavier looked among themselves with wide eyes, the Gorgon shaking his head to the other like ‘no way’. 

“Fair enough,” finally let out Wednesday, “you seem cruel enough to make an acceptable job. But if I have the slightest window of opportunity, know that I’ll make him pay for what he did to mi querida.” 

Enid blushed with a blissful smile, not expecting such a public display of affection – and confirming your suspicion about them being together. Behind you, you heard Tyler whisper a quiet “yeah, get in line.”

“Don’t get used to it,” muttered Wednesday to her girlfriend. 

“Well, if we’re done with the promises of threats, this is our cue,” you said with a smirk. “It’s really been a displeasure.”

“Wouldn’t have put that more eloquently,” said a dry voice from behind you. 

All of you turned around to face the disgusted and sneering faces of Bianca and Yoko, who had just arrived at the quad. 

“Oh shit,” you let out. 

“Your friends?” whispered Tyler, half in irony, half actually frightened by their icy glares.

“My ex this time. The creepy one with glasses.” 

The ‘oh damn’ he let out was almost inaudible. Yoko eyed you and Tyler, sneering at your pair. 

“You two look awfully cozy,” she noted, gesturing to your coffee cups, “getting on dates already?” 

Rolling your eyes, you repressed the urge to flip her off, “Therapy session,” you corrected, “you should actually try it, maybe it’ll help with the raging daddy issues you got.” 

“You little–”

Bianca grabbed the vampire’s arm before she could attack you, “Enough with this childish bickering. You’re not welcomed here, Van Helsing.” 

This made Tyler frown slightly; if anything, he would have thought that he was the first person framed as their archenemy. What did you do to deserve this place? But as usual, you responded with an insolent snort instead of focusing on the matter at hand.

“Maybe not by you, your royal highness, but by the school board and that’s enough for little ol’ me. Perhaps you’re the one being not mature enough to actually move on? So much for your lectures about being the bigger person, miss bully.” 

Smoke coming out from her ears could almost be seen as she growled through gritted teeth, “Take this filthy son of a bitch with you and get the fuck out of my sight.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you winked at her, casually strolling away from them. 

While you walked away from the quad and the murderous looks, Tyler eyed you on the corner of his eye, watching you sipping your coffee with a relaxed expression, like nothing actually happened. Despite this all exchange being as funny as it had been awkward, there was something he still didn’t get. 

“Why are you acting like that?” 

“Like what? If you want to complain about my charming personality, sorry lover boy the return date had expired,” you ironized.

“Like that,” said Tyler, and the lack of teasing tone made you look at him; he was serious, even looking slightly concerned. “Why do you always use sarcasm and dark humor to answer to anyone, instead of facing the addressed matters?”

“Okay first of all,” you said pointing a finger at him, “my humor is impeccable. Second of all, fuck off, I’ll do what I want.”

As you began to walk faster to put some distance between the two of you Tyler spoke up again, “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Why can’t you talk about something seriously?” 

“Because it’s fun,” you groaned irritably.

“I don’t think that’s the only reason.”

“What,” you snapped whipping in his direction, “you’re gonna play the therapist too, now? I don’t fucking need your help.” 

“I’m not offering any,” he said carefully, “I’m just trying to understand.” 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pondered whether or not you should flip him off for this nosy behavior. But he genuinely seemed to care; you weren’t used to that. So you sighed and asked, “If I answer your question, will you drop it?” 

He nodded and you motionned him to follow you; there was no way you were talking about yourself in the middle of a Nevermore corridor, might as well continue to walk to the dorms. 

“I don’t really do this on purpose,” you tried to explain, playing with the now empty to-go cup, “it’s more like a reflex or something. Defensive mechanism or whatever bullshit name it’s given.” 

“To defend yourself against what?” said Tyler, surprised that you actually opened up about it. 

“Everything,” you muttered. “It’s easier to get away from discussions you’d rather not have by deflecting everything with sarcasm, I learned that early.”

“Parents?” he asked. 

“Grandparents. Both. Everyone, really. I didn’t have many friends growing up anyway, always too weird to blend in. So being witty was a way to shield myself from the family bullshit and the other kids’ intimidation. After it just stuck I guess.” 

Tyler nodded pensively; he was sometimes acting like a dick too, but it was more for fun than anything else. Laurel Gates had awoken a sinister and violent side in him, he guessed that it was some remains of his violence craving that had almost disappeared with her. He still wanted to kill deep down, but he also wanted to get his shit together and do something right. Acting like a cocky bastard was the result of both of those sides in him fighting for dominance. Maybe he’ll talk further about that to Dr.Fern in their next session.

“Useful in juvie too,” you noted out loud, the sarcasm returning quickly.

Tyler scoffed in amusement, “Didn’t that make you the public enemy?”

“Having a big mouth is a problem-bringer only if you’re not the smartest,” you said casually. “No matter the situation, I’ve sass my way in, and I’ll sass my way out.”

He let out an honest, light laugh, “You should put that on a shirt.”. That made you grin. 

“Maybe I will pretty boy, maybe I will.” 

Later that day, around the time of dinner, you tossed and turned on your bed, groaning in frustration. After the interaction with Wednesday, Bianca, Yoko and the others, you didn’t feel like doing anything but that also bored you out of your mind. 

The ding of a notification made you grab your phone and open the incoming text from the unknown number. 

Ditching me for dinner, Van Helsing? How am I supposed to have dessert without my favorite eye-candy? 

For a second you frown, then grinned realizing who it was. Seemed like the flirting match was never over. 

Look who’s the stalker now, you answered. Got any hacker skills I don’t know about? 

Got your number by Ajax, texted Tyler back.

You snorted, Poor guy, hope you didn’t frightened him too much

Don’t worry I’ve been nice, even said “please”

Texting back “good boy” was so fucking tempting, but before you could, you received another text from Tyler. 

But seriously, Ajax told me you weren’t coming for dinner, u good? 

His concern was kind, really. To be honest you weren’t really hungry and under all the sarcasm and laid-back attitude you gave this afternoon, the confrontation with other students had drained you physically; you weren’t really hungry. So you had texted Tyler’s roommate, asking him if he was okay to be his supervisor for dinner this time. Tyler had behaved well all day, and he even seemed to warm up to his roommate; maybe they could be friends one day.

Not really hungry that’s all, you quickly texted, gonna take a walk outside instead 

Careful, I heard there’s some dangerous things in those woods, teased Tyler in his next text, wouldn’t want to ruin a pretty thing

Yeah, I’m that dangerous thing, and you’re wrong 

About? 

You grinned to yourself before tipping, I wouldn’t mind ruining you, pretty boy

On the other side of Nevermore, Tyler chuckled at his phone in the dining hall. A few minutes later, you finally got up from your bed and slipped on your shoes, resigned to go on that walk. It could do you some good. 

Slipping away from the empty corridors was easy, given everyone was at the dinner hall. At this hour, the night began to fall and the woods of the academy were rather pleasant. No students, no drama, no hunting business. Just a peaceful walk, and honestly that’s all you needed right now. 

The crack of a twig made you whip your head around; if the upcoming darkness could hide something, the glimpse of a jacket behind some tree wasn’t so subtle. 

“I can see you, you know,” you called out to whoever was following you. 

An awkward silence answered you, before three students came out from behind the trees. You narrowed your eyes at their familiar faces; they were all students you had known from your previous stay at Nevermore. And they didn’t look like their presence here was a coincidence. Maybe the baseball bats were a hint. 

“Lovely meeting you there, but I’m done with the babysitting duty for the day,” you joked bitterly. 

“Shut your mouth Van Helsing,” snapped one of the sirens – Divina or something? Yoko’s roommate. “It’s time for you to learn your place.”

Cocking your head to the side you eyed them up and down, “Mmmh, and the baseball bats are here for educational purposes I guess? Or are you three trying to build a sports team now?” 

“They’re not only three,” interjected a voice behind you. You turned around, seeing two more students emerging from god-knows-where. 

“Ah Kent,” you greeted the male siren, “not tired of playing Bianca’s lapdog yet?”

The scowl on his face told you that you had pushed the right button, “Shut up.”

Looking at the whole bunch surrounding you, you let out a snort, “So the plan here is to play the heroic outcasts who beat up the big bad Van Helsing? Five against one, very courageous really.”

One of the students – a vampire from what you saw – growled at you, “After all the shit you pulled, no way we’re playing fair, you fucking murderer.” 

“Have you talked to your buddy about that?” you snarled at him, “what was this fucker name again? Jeremiah?”

“Shut up,” snapped the vampire, blood boiling. But you weren’t finished with him. 

“Did you ask him if he had been fair? Or was he too busy counting his remaining teeth to answer you?” 

A cry of rage erupted from behind you, and if it hadn’t been for it you wouldn’t have been able to duck down to avoid the swing of the heavy log of wood thrown at your head. Snapping your head above your shoulder, you crossed the hateful gaze of Kent who was struggling to regain his balance with the weight of his make-shift weapon. Then all hell broke loose. The five students jumped on you and started to throw hits at you with ferocious screams. You tried to avoid their attack the best you could, counting on their rage and untrained moves to dodge their bats or punches. But there was only so much you could do against five students – especially when trying to not hurt them too much or fight back at the same time. If you only do as lay a finger on one of them, they would run straight to Weems’ office, cry a little and you would be sent back to juvie. 

A millisecond of inattention was all it took; you were dodging another punch when a violent swing crashed on your lower back, cutting your breath short. Your legs buckled under you and you collapsed on your knees, barely catching yourself with your hand before someone else punched you on the jaw. A sharp cry escaped your lips and blood filled your mouth, the burning pain making your ears ring for what felt like an eternity. 

Feeling bolder seeing you on the ground the rageful students threw themselves on you, and the punches rained on you again. You tried your best to protect your head from their bats, punches and kicks, which dig deep into your ribs and back. To try to defend yourself you kicked your legs blindly, trying to reach at least one of their tibias. A wail of pain coming from above you made you realize you had succeeded and with an unexpected surge of energy you flipped on your back and pushed yourself harshly backward, helping yourself with your hand on the ground. None of your attackers had seen this coming, and the one you back bumped to their legs lost their balance, tumbling on the ground with a grunt. 

The three remaining bullies stood tall in front of you, a lingering look of dumbfoundedness behind the hatred in their eyes. You knew this was your shot; so before they could even realize what just happened you sprung into action. 

Grabbing a handful of dirt and you threw it in the eyes of the closest two attackers, making them scream in surprise and pain. They dropped their makeshift weapons to clutch on their faces, trying to rub off the dirt irritating their eyes. You didn’t wait a single more second and jumped on your feet, before dashing toward Kent, last remaining of your attackers. Before the siren could even react you tackled him down with all of your force, and you both crashed on the ground loudly. If Kent found himself out of breath with the shock, you had rolled on your shoulder before touching the ground, landed on your feets and sprinted the fuck away from here. 

You didn’t even check if your attackers had gotten up and followed you, you just ran mindlessly toward the school. The wind slashed on your cheeks, prickling as your lungs burned but you didn’t care. For now, the only thing that mattered was to reach the dorms the quickest way possible. Finally, the walls of the school appeared and your legs didn’t falter. You dashed into the quad, almost crashing into a wall on a harsh turn. The entrance to the Ophelia wing was at arm’s reach when suddenly you slammed into something. And this something groaned. 

The strength of the collision made you stumble and a loud curse left your lips, as you gripped your throbbing head. 

“Motherfucker!” 

“Y/N?” 

The familiar voice made you snap your head up, meeting the stupefied face of none other than Tyler Galpin. 

“What are you doing here?” he urged, checking your general disheveled appearance, clothes coated with dirt and breath erratic, before frowning at the busted lips, bruises already forming on your left cheek and bloody nose. 

Out of reflex you scowled, “What are you doing here?”

A shout coming from behind made you whip around, and the sharp turn made your ribs burn in pain. Clutching your side while trying to hide it the best you could, facing the five assholes you had left in the forest. They all looked even more angry than before, the little stunt you had pulled must definitely not have pleased them. Their rush was cut short when they saw Tyler, and they stopped dead in their tracks for a moment. Even if none of them had seen him in his Hyde form, they knew what he was capable of. 

“What’s happening?” muttered Tyler to you, as the previously feral students seemed to start being nervous. 

“Run away,” you seethed, wincing at the pain on your rib. Those fuckers probably had bruised your ribs.

“What?”

“Go back to your room,” you articulated slowly, “run away, this doesn’t concern you.” 

“Get the fuck away Galpin,” shouted Kent before Tyler could protest again. You both returned your attention to the siren, whose voice was slightly wavering. “W-we only have a business with her, step away!” 

You grunted, taking a step in the group’s direction, trying to stand tall despite the soreness starting to sink in. All of your body ached but you couldn’t let this show. 

“None of you grew some balls on the way?” you snarled provocatively, which seemed to anger them even more. 

“Shut up! None of you want to hear anything from you, you fucking murderer!” 

Tyler frowned even more, glancing back and forth between you and the group of angry students. 

“Less talking, more action,” you retorted, “if you’re not afraid of getting your asses handed to you again.” 

Divina snorted, “Ah, look who’s talking. Not so courageous now that you’ve been beaten up, Van Helsing?”

You bared your teeth at her, murder in your eyes. But at the same time, you couldn’t hide the veil of shame draping over your traits. That’s when it clicked in Tyler’s mind. The bats and wooden sticks in the students’ hands, your general appearance, seeing you running away from something…those guys had cornered and attacked you? Five against one? 

Before even thinking about this, he grabbed your wrist; with an unexpected gentleness and care. 

“Did they do this to you?” he whispered slowly. 

Instead of snapping at him, like you would have done even a few weeks ago, you glanced up at him. Your eyes were glossy, no matter how hard you tried to push it away, “It’s nothing; please, don’t do anything.” 

Tyler felt his throat becoming tight. Please. He didn’t know what you had done, but he knew you weren’t one to beg. Even less letting yourself be beaten up by a group of five students you could have handled without a sweat. Something in him erupted, a flaming fury and blinding anger raging in his guts. A sensation of deep injustice and anger overtook him, fueled by the teary gaze and beaten face in front of him. For the first time since he got free of Laurel Gates’ influence, he had this unstoppable urge to kill. 

Before you could add anything, Tyler stepped up, placing himself protectively in front of you standing tall and menacing. Not only because of his height, towering in front of the now shivering students, but also because of the dark look in his eyes. 

“You did this to her?” he growled, his mouth turning into a menacing snarl. 

A wave of anxiety emanated from your attackers, “S-stay back! We don’t have a-anything against you!” 

“Oooh, you don’t?” cooed Tyler, but his tone didn’t have anything reassuring or joyful. It was cold, menacing, and it sent a shiver to everyone’s spine – even yours. “I’ve killed five people, but you don’t have anything to fear from me? Tell me, how many are you again?” 

This time the shivering students exchanged terrified looks among themselves, as they understood the implication. Their fear only fuelled Tyler’s delight, his hands starting to morph into the skinny and sharp claws of his Hyde under the rage raging inside him. An animalistic growl crawled out of his throat, only answered by a terrified shriek from the students. 

That’s when your mind reconnected and you sprung into action. 

Almost throwing yourself in front of Tyler, just in time before he jumped on the screaming students, you pressed your hand on his chest, a bit harshly to make sure he stopped. 

“Stop,” you breathed out in a yet firm voice, “don’t intervene. It won’t do anything good for either of us, trust me.” 

He growled, baring his teeth to the students. Nothing but pure hate filled his eyes, and you had to call him out to make him look at you. His animalistic gaze met your serious eyes, with a lingering silent plea. 

“Stop,” you repeated. 

He held your gaze for a moment, flickering to the terrified attackers; then, after agonizing long seconds, he backed down slightly. His hands turned back to normal, but the murderous look still burned in his eyes. 

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and turned to the students’ who were close to crying. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” you snapped at them, “you’re fucking lucky I was here, next time I’ll let him tear your sorry asses to shreds.”

“I- we-we didn’t ask you any–” started to mumble Kent, trying to play brave. 

“GO THE FUCK AWAY!” you wailed, patience finally breaking, and they ran away without asking for more. 

“You’ll pay for what you did to Jeremiah!” shouted Kent in the distance before disappearing in a corridor. 

A whimper left your lips and you feel your legs buckle under you, the pain finally crashing in. One of Tyler’s hands immediately came around your back to support you. 

“You’re okay?”

A faint nod from you didn’t convince him the slightest, “ ‘gonna be fine,” you mumbled, “just need some bandages and sleep.” 

You knew you were going to need more than that; but you still had your pride. Reluctantly, you tugged yourself out of Tyler’s arms, no matter how comfortable and warm they had felt. Taking in your slumping figure, the curly-haired teenager suddenly had an idea. 

“Come,” he said softly, “better not to stay here.”

You seconded that. “I’m going back to my room.”

“To find Weems in front of your door?” he retorted, “nah, bad move. Come with me, I know just the place.” 

Too tired to protest, you followed him without a word through the corridors. Tyler led the way, passing in front of the dinning hall and then to the cooking workshops. Surprisingly the door wasn’t locked and you both entered the pristine clean room. Tyler flickered the light open and you climbed on the edge of one the workbenches, sighing in pain and glancing around skeptically. 

“Any first aid kit in that magical place of yours?” you mumbled in a semblance of a joke – which failed pathetically. 

Tyler nodded and retrieved a small bag and tossed it to you, “Here. Every room with a cooking fire is required to have one. Need help with that?”

You scoffed, rolling up your shirt to inspect your ribs, “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not a cripple yet.” 

Tyler eyed you for a second – a lingering look on the glimpse of your naked skin – before turning away and rummaging through the cupboards. 

“So, what happened to 'sassing your way out’?” he teased, but his joke was only met with a bitter laugh. 

“Turned out baseball bats outwitted my sarcasm, who could have guessed.”

He snorted. “What did those assholes want?” he then asked more seriously while grabbing a pot and pouring some water in it. 

Snickering, you tried to refrain a hiss when you carefully poked at your painful rib, “Boring things really, getting me out of the school, calling me names, y’know the usual.”

“I didn’t think ‘the usual’ included beating the shit out of you.”

You exhaled loudly in annoyance, “It’s no big deal I said, drop it.”

“One of them called you a murderer,” insisted Tyler, glancing at you over his shoulder. 

His stubbornness was starting to get on your nerves, “Big fucking news, I’m kinda one in everyone’s eyes here.”. But Tyler didn’t get the hint and he leaned against the ledge of the hob, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Does it have something to do with the Jeremiah guy they talked about?”

“Ugh! You really want to know?” you growled loudly, snapping at him, “fine! Jeremiah was a vampire student at Nevermore and I assaulted him, happy?” 

Tyler’s eyebrows rose high in surprise. For the second time this evening he had witnessed you losing your temper; you had always such a cool and collected behavior, it was definitely not something he had expected. 

“Send the fucker to the hospital for a month, and in return I was sent in juvie and that’s it, end of the story. Happy now?” you finished with a bitter snarl. 

But the freckled boy didn’t seem over with that yet. His dumbfounded expression still held to many questions. “Wait, they sent you to juvie because you fought with a student? That’s insane, no one goes that far for a teenager fight.”

A dark chuckle escaped you and you glanced up to him menacingly, “You think I fought with him? I fucking destroyed him, that’s what I did. That’s right,” you continued to the puzzled expression on his face, “tore that son of a bitch apart and burned the vampire out of him like the big bad Van Helsing I am.” 

Only a loud gulp answered you, and you went back to a closed-off silence, mulling over your bitterness – and shame. Even if you were untimely convinced that what you did had to be done, you weren’t overly fond of that memory either. 

“How many students know about that?” asked carefully Tyler, trying to catch your gaze but you avoided him purposefully. 

“All of them,” you muttered, “officially it was an accident. But they all know who to blame.”

Despite your elusive explanations, Tyler could feel that there was more to it but couldn’t yet picture what. “What aren’t you telling me?”

You scoffed, “I’m telling you what I want. I’m the bad guy in that story and I’m not more welcomed here than you are, that’s all.”. Tyler opened his mouth, ready to ask you why you were pushing him away again, but you cut him, “Your water’s boiling.”

He whipped his head around and swore under his breath at the forgotten pot. You took the opportunity to make a check of your physical state. Although it wasn’t so glorious, the extent of your injuries didn’t feel so bad. Without a mirror it was hard to tell how much of your face was bruised; but you definitely took a hell of a beating. At least you got the confirmation that your ribs weren’t broken, or else it would have hurt a lot more. After dabbing some alcohol on your bloody knuckles, palms and forearms you had scratch when falling, you tried to dress the wound on your forehead the best you could. A bag of frozen peas landed next to you. 

“For your cheek,” said Tyler from where he stood.

 You nodded your head in thanks as you pressed the bag against your bruised cheek, wincing at the cold against the bruise. Tyler returned a few moments after, two smoking cups in his hand. When he handed you one, you looked at him in disbelief. 

“What’s that?” 

“Coffee. Looked like you could use some.” 

Sniffing tentatively over the cup, rich aromas filled your nose like a blessing. After an experimental sip you couldn’t hold back a long moan. 

“Jesus fuck, did you make that?” you asked in disbelief, and he nodded sheepishly. 

“Might not be as good as the ones from the Weathervane, but at least it’s edible.”

Drinking eagerly like you were the thirstiest woman on hearth, you let out an appreciative whimper, “This is heaven, how did you pull that trick?”

Tyler gave you a timid smile, “Got a few barista tricks when I was working at the coffee shop. Made more coffee than I can count.”

The last drops of the warm drink rolled down your throat, and you hummed in delight. Then you looked up to Tyler, who was watching you closely; the concern hadn’t disappeared from his face, and somehow, that felt comforting too. 

“Thank you,” you muttered softly. “For the coffee and for…earlier. You didn’t have to intervene.” And you didn’t have to ask about Jeremiah and the accident, you added internally. Even if you would never admit it out loud, it didn't feel so bad to talk about your side of the story to someone actually listening – even if you had presented things roughly. 

He offered you a kind smile; a real, non-sarcastic, kind smile, “Couldn’t let my favorite bodyguard in a sticky situation.”

“Except you could have,” you countered in a tired tone, “you could have let those students beat the shit out of me, could have been your opportunity to run away from Nevermore.” 

Heavy silence filled the room for a moment; then, Tyler approached closer until his legs touched your knees, gaze boring into yours. You found yourself face barely inches from his once again, detailing every freckles and red angry stretches of his scars. 

“Hey,” he breathed out in a whisper, “I’m not letting you down okay?”

“Why?” you whispered in confusion, “I’m an obstacle to you, I could kill you if I’m forced to…why are you so keen on helping me?” 

Raising one of his hands slowly, Tyler stroked the edge of the clumsily-put bandaid above your eyebrow, careful not to hurt you, “Because you’re the only one who had come to my defense,” he said softly. “And under that thick shell of yours, I think you understand me.”

His words made your throat feel tight; yeah, maybe you and Tyler weren’t so different after all. Even in a place full of outcasts, you stood aside awkwardly. Little by little, Tyler had come to be perhaps your only friend in that place. 

Still, you knew you had to continue to push him away. Not from you necessarily, but from your heart. 

The mission at hand was to protect him, but more than anything, you had to protect yourself. No matter how nice and cocky Tyler was, you knew the shell of sarcasm and laid-back attitude you had built for yourself could crumble if you weren’t paying enough attention. But the temptation of letting him in was becoming so, oh so strong. So you allowed yourself to let your defenses down slightly just tonight, and leaned your forehead against Tyler’s chest. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, “maybe we’re equally fucked up you and me.”

[Part.4] 

A/N: Wenclair? WENCLAIR.  When editing I’ve noticed that I didn’t mention Xavier so much in this fic so far; this is not about shadowbanning the character due to the Percy affair going on, I legit just didn’t give much place to his character yet, it’ll come with time (but I legit think he won’t have much place in this fic, I’d rather write about him with him as a main character :DD) (maybe once this fic is over I’ll write for him, I have some ideas for one shots!)

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