#tyler galpin one shot

[lush-lavenders]

✾Why Her, Not Me✾

Tyler Galpin x Reader

Summary: You confront the boy you like. He rejects you. He then tries to get you back with force.

Request: No one, I just finished watching Wednesday a few days ago and wanted to write something for him

Author’s Note: I got nothing

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Mild Violence, Angst

!I don’t own this gif!

I feel your ghost, smell you all over my clothesOh, your smoke’s stuck in me longer than you did

When you saw him standing, looking around, in that suit, your heart dropped. You thought, just for a moment, that he was here for you. That he somehow knew you were going to the Rave’N, even though he didn’t go to Nevermore, nor even knew you went here.

But he was alone. He had to be here with someone. Or for someone.

And somewhere, deep down, you knew he wasn’t here for you.

But that didn’t stop you from approaching the boy you’ve known since arriving to Jericho.

I had my doubts, I had to check it all outAnd now I see that you’ve run back when I thought you’d quit

“Tyler?” You asked as if you didn’t know it was him. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, his surprise surmounting your own. “Y/N? I-I could ask you the same thing…”

“I asked you first.” You state, slipping your hands in the pockets of your dress to act all nonchalant. Act like your heart wasn’t about to beat right out of your chest at the mere sight of this boy.

He glanced at the punch bowl before gesturing over to the girl that was there. The only girl at the whole dance that wasn’t wearing white. “I was asked out.” A small smile graced his lips at the mention of being asked out. Or maybe by the mention of the girl.

Your heart stopped beating and threatened to drop out as you looked to see who he was with. “Wednesday Addams? Your date is Wednesday Addams?”

He shrugged and nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps ask a similar question, but you quickly cut him off.

“Why in the world would you go to this dance, let alone with Wednesday Addams?” The question came out faster than you could even think. “I mean, the two of you are completely different people.” You add soon after, realizing how harsh your prior question was.

He looked at you with confusion, as if unsure of what you were asking. “What? Why does that matter? And what are you even doing here?”

You ripped your hands out of your pockets, grabbing his arm and pulling him off to the side, away from the entering people. “If you know what’s good for you, you’d leave her alone, Tyler.”

You had nothing against Wednesday. Sure, she was weird, even for an outcast, but that wasn’t really an excuse for anything. What you point was that, from the time you’ve known her, she seemed incapable of feeling any emotions. Especially that heart wrenching one that you couldn’t help but feel towards this normie before you.

“I mean, there are so many other people in this world, both normies and outcasts, that are better for you.” Like me, you thought.

It looked like he took offense to that. “What makes you think you can determine something like that for me?”

“B-Because…” You stuttered a moment, thinking of what you could say to that. “Because I’m your friend!”

He scoffed, appearing to hold back an eye roll. “Friends? We haven’t talked in a year, Y/N. We haven’t talked since you threw me under the bus!”

“I didn’t throw you under the bus!” You didn’t realize how loud you were until a few eyes glanced your way. “I just tried to make you see that the friend group you were running with wasn't right for you.” You said after lowering your voice.

This time he did roll his eyes. “So I need better friends and a better girl to go out with. Well then, if you know what’s good for me, who do you suggest? Hmm? Yourself?”

It might have been what you were thinking, but the way he said it stopped you dead in your tracks. Anything you might have said to answer him was completely gone.

He didn’t see you as a friend anymore, let alone anything more than that.

You took my air out of your lungsSo you could breathe with another one

You took a small step away from Tyler, before beginning to back away. You turned away from him, needing to flee from this situation.

He didn’t stop you. He didn’t try to backtrack on what he said.

You two had been friends for years. Friend since you were sent to this school. You had caught feelings for him halfway through all that time. And he could care less about you.

Oh tell me, why her, not me?What did I do for you to wreck it all?

In your attempt to flee, you bumped into none other than Wednesday Addams herself.

“Shit, sorry…” You mumble, pushing past her quickly. 

You needed to get away from all this. Everything felt like it was closing in. Everyone was staring at you, you knew it. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Oh Lord, it's not my faultWhy her, not me?Why did you have to build the walls so high?Oh no, I'm not done climbing.

“It was all a ploy, Y/N…” Tyler took a step towards you as you took one away, your back hitting a tree. “Don’t you see? I never cared for Wednesday the way you think.”

The space between the two of you was completely closed as he put his hands on your cheeks.

“Come on,” he whispered, leaning in so his face was inches from yours. “I need you, Y/N. I’ll get Laurel to spare you, and we will be the only outcasts left.” He lightly caressed your cheek. “Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

He didn’t know your standing. He shouldn’t have known. But seeing as he was working with Thornhill, it didn’t surprise you.

You tried to turn your head away from his hand, taking in a sharp breath. “You’re killing innocent people, Tyler.”

He grabbed your face and forced you to look at you. “No one is innocent in this.” He practically snarled. “You either come with me, like you’ve always wanted, or you die with the others.”

Looking directly in his eyes, you knew all of the boy you once hung out with was completely gone. He was different. Truly a monster.

“This isn’t you, Tyler…” You choked out, sounding it more like a sob than words. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”

He shook his head, letting out a fake, dark laugh. “Yes, yes I do.” His hand slipped from your cheek to your neck. 

Your airway was slowly obstructed as his grip tightened and tightened. “I’ll make sure everyone knows you died due to your love for me.” He smirked as his eyes enlarged and he changed right before you.

She heard about me, and all your history I'm not tryna burn myself but I can let it go Piece by piece uncovering dishonesty Never been truth in anything I've ever known.

[cryptidghostgirl]

do you think you'd be able to write something where the reader is tylers best friend and she gets hurt by the hyde and her love confession happens as she dies

plot twist: tyler flips out and brings her to the hospital but she ends up being okay and its all fluffy

Happenstance (Tyler Galpin x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler x Reader

Warnings: gore and blood and violence and death guys. it’s in the request, i’m sorry.

Description: I am trying to stay as true to this request as possible, i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1,485

Status: Unedited

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She wasn’t supposed to have been there. That’s all Tyler could think in this moment. She had told him she’d be home for the evening, that she didn’t feel well. Of course Tyler knew of Y/n’s appreciation of a “good nighttime walk” to use her words, how could he not. That is why it was so crucial he knew where she was at all times after all, so he could avoid this exact situation.

Tyler hadn’t known a life without Y/n in years, he couldn’t even figure out what the shape of a life like that would be. They had met in first grade. It hadn’t been an easy friendship, Y/n had fought hard for it. Tyler still felt guilty about how the first time they met, he pushed her out of her chair and onto the floor. All she had wanted to do was make a new friend, not be the new kid outcast anymore.

No matter what he had seemed to do, she always stuck around. It didn’t matter if he threw her lunch at her or stole her books, tripped her in the hall or ignored her while she called after him, she always came back. He still didn’t understand it. Her persistence was something he found so lovely.

At last, he had given into her requests after a screaming match they’d had on the playground where he had asked Y/n why she wouldn’t leave him alone and she had lost it. Her fury had moved like liquid through her, spouting from her mouth, kicking up a storm. That was something else he found to be so lovely about her. That rage of hers was so unique, he’d never felt anything like it.

Side by side they had made it through everything together or, well, almost everything. Laurel had given Tyler permission to protect Y/n, keep her out of harms way, made promises of letting him have her once their business was done. He was not however permitted to cute Y/n into his situation.

So Tyler had taken to being more attentive, keeping tabs on the girl at all times. He claimed it was for her safety and, in a way, he was telling the truth. He made up stories he’d ‘heard’ about a spree of kidnappings across Vermont the police had been keeping quiet. He said his father had told him and that’s why he knew, that the killer tended to pick victims out that looked just like her.

She was so easy to bend to his will, this was more of an amusement for him. Tyler couldn’t lie, the deception, the manipulation, gave him a certain thrill.

Quickly, he shifted back into his human form and fell to the ground beside the dying girl. He hadn’t been aiming for her, he’d been aiming for the hiker but the hiker had ran and as Tyler had cut him down, Y/n had appeared out of nowhere. She had gotten caught in the crossfire.

Now here she lay, Tyler holding her intestines into her stomach as her chest heaved and tears filtered from her lovely eyes. And still, she gazed at him with that same affection, as if she didn’t know, as if she didn’t care.

“T-Tyl-ler” she stuttered out, trying and failing to lift a hand to his face.

“sh sh sh, save your breath.” Tyler pleaded, “oh god Y/n, oh god….”

He kept trying, though in vain, to push her insides back in. Y/n jerkily lifted her hand again and tapped his arm. The movement was jolted and repeated and horribly wrong.

“Ty-le-er” she tried again.

He looked down at her, spitting up and covered in her own blood. In a sick and twisted way, one could have said she looked lovely like that.

“I am so sorry.” he said at last, the tears that had been resting in the corners of his eyes falling at last, “I am so sorry”

“I need y-you to kn-know someth-thi-ng” Y/n spluttered out, her words having too little breath behind them and coming out stunted.

“What is it?” asked Tyler leaning in closer as he still held his hands to her stomach.

“T-Ty, I th-think-k I’m gonna d-die”

Tyler could have laughed.

“You think?” he said sarcastically, unable to hold it back and regretting it immediately.

Tyler could have sworn that the guttural and cracked sound that came from the girl next was a laugh.

“I love you Tyler.” she said, almost entirely clearly before her head tilted to the side and she fell limp.

Tyler was worried he wouldn’t be able to make it to the hospital in time. He had thrown on the clothes he had hidden near by and ran all the way to the nearest hospital, carrying Y/n’s limp body in his arms. It was if her words had unlocked something caged within him, something he’d locked up deep down inside.

I love you Tyler

Y/n has actively picked those to be her last words, that have to have meant something. When he got to the emergency room at last, she had already been unconscious for twenty minutes. As he had run, Tyler had begun to feel her body grow cold. He had tried his best not to think about it as he knew he wouldn’t be able to continue if he did.

He had made up some bullshit story about how he’d been for a walk and found her and another man he didn’t know like this. When he asked why he only brought Y/n, he answered that the other man was already dead while Y/n had been conscious when he’d first arrived. It wasn’t all entirely untrue. The best lies are always in some way close to the truth.

The doctors, miracle workers that they are, had quite literally brought her back to life before his very eyes but she was in a coma. Tyler had spent every moment he could in her hospital room, but she’d been asleep for weeks now. He was beginning to lose hope.

When he had gotten the call telling him she was awake, he was at work. Y/n had been asleep for so long, he had had to go back otherwise he would have been fired. He saw Wednesday beckoning him over from a nearby booth as he softly spoke to the doctors.

“She keeps asking for you.” the doctor sighed, exhaustion evident in their voice.

“I will be there as soon as I can.”

“Tyler?” she asked as he stepped into the room, her voice small.

“I am so glad you’re awake.” he responded, shutting the door and taking the seat next to her bed, “I thought I’d lost you Y/n”

“I thought I’d lost me too.” she chuckled and the pair fell back into silence again.

“What do you remember?” Tyler asked at last and Y/n shrugged.

“Honestly? not much.”

“Not even who attacked you?”

Y/n shook her head and Tyler felt himself relax.

“I remember you, that’s all. I remember you trying to, you know, keep my innards… in? and I remember… well…”

Her cheeks flushed pink and she looked away embarrassed.

“Anyways, I have a super gnarly scar now across my stomach. So that’s fun.” said Y/n, clearly trying to change the subject.

Tyler turned her head back towards him, lifting her chin with his hand.

“Hey.” he said and then went quiet, he never thought he’d get to see those eyes open again.

“hey..?” questioned Y/n, shaking him out of his thoughts.

Tyler said nothing, simply leaned forward and kissed her. He’d had a lot of time to think while Y/n had been asleep, a lot of time to realize that maybe that warm fuzzy feeling and those butterflies he got and the way he saw her wasn’t exactly normal for someone who was just friends. A lot of time to realize that that platonic type of love they’d always talked about having for one another, maybe wasn’t the right classification. The kiss confirmed it all.

Y/n looked dumbstruck, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

“I am sorry.” Tyler exclaimed, forcing his cheeks to go red and pretending as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing, “i am so sorry, I really don’t know what came over me, I can leave if you want?”

Y/n shut her mouth and shook her head slowly before leaning forward and giving him a slight peck on the lips.

Tyler smiled. Sure, he had her right where he wanted her, all trusting and soft before him but what if she was really the one in charge? The thought was gonna as soon as it came. He didn’t care. This felt right, more right than anything else had. In that moment they both knew.

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[towriteloveontheirarms]

Wednesday Masterlist

Xavier Thorpe

Rowan Laslow

Tyler Galpin

Wednesday Addams

[kittluzbills]

kittluzsbills’s masterlist!

hi!!! 

yes this is very bare BUT i will keep updating it!

send requests here!

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joe burrow:

new nerves:

joe doesn't care who sees

mine: 

joe can’t help but be possessive over what’s his

spoiled rotten:

joe is the birthday boy and y/n makes sure he knows that

jealous fratboy!joe headcannon

nerdy!joe headcannon

you know you’re the reason i believe in love, right?:

teeny tiny lil fluffy blurb if you squint hard enough

harry styles:

i just wanna talk: I

harry fucked up and he knows that, but he misses you so damn much

the bomb:

based off of the songs the bomb by florence + the machine and lead me on by nate poshkus

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people i write for:

the entire cast of wednesday

harry styles

all of 5sos

joe burrow

jack harlow

any ladies (wlw) :)

i can try to write for anyone else on this list it just might take longer to get to!

what i write:

i will to write any angst and fluff. i’ve never written smut but i can try if yall really want it! fwb to lovers, emeneies to lovers, friends to lovers, anything to lovers are some of my favorite tropes! 

prompts! angst, fluff, smut

-all the love, kitt

[the-strangest-person]

NEW ONE SHOT

Literally based completely off a dream I had two days ago — please comment, share and go give it some love!!

[broken-everlark]

I swear I swear I swear! I'm going to get that camping oneshot done. I WILL. And hopefully post the angel fic. IT'LL HAPPEN. HOPEFULLY SOON. I know I keep saying that but IT WILL 😭🥺

*me glaring at my notes. Trying so hard to get the motivation to write*

[lady-murderess]

𝑪𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

I saw @yangyangchuu had posted about an AU interaction between Tyler and Wednesday as a cat and I couldn't help but write a one shot and put a little edit together for it.

You can have a little peek at it and the rest will be on my AO3 which will be linked at the bottom of this post.

As soon as Wednesday had entered the coffee shop, Tyler's eyes had shot towards the door instantly as he noticed those familiar black fluffy ears, suddenly making the decision to hastily finish dealing with the only customer he served, make a quad in a small cup, and immediately declare to his colleague who stood beside him that he was going on his break, going to her with a spring in his step.

As Wednesday sat by the window, she barely looked at him as he sat himself down opposite her. She was far too busy analysing the book she'd brought with her, her tail swishing calmly as she focused. The lack of acknowledgement caused him to awkwardly smooth the dark red apron that he wore as a part of his uniform. So, with a clearing of his throat, Tyler slowly pushed the paper cup across the table towards her to get her attention, and that's when those soulless dark brown eyes of hers finally looked up from her book to meet his gaze. "You know, if you keep giving me free quads, you'll eventually end up in trouble with your boss." She stated with a slight furrow of her left brow, those soft cat ears of hers lowering just a little.

Read the rest here.

[realmermaid333]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin Characters: Wednesday Addams, Tyler Galpin, Marilyn Thornhill | Laurel Gates Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Stabbing, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, not major character death though it reads like it, Whump, Love Confessions, Requited Love, throat slitting, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, For the most part, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Post-Canon, Dead Marilyn Thornhill | Laurel Gates Summary:

“Your silly little plan is over. Tyler will deal with you for me,” Laurel said as she picked up a syringe with green liquid inside of it. Wednesday wasn’t sure what it was. She’d have to study it after Laurel was dead.

She heard Tyler’s breath hitch beside her. He was scared of Laurel and what she could make him do, and understandably so. Luckily, Wednesday was not afraid.

[therulerofallpotatos]

[ziracona]

I need to talk about Wednesday SO badly but only one person I know has even seen it I’m going crazy

Like fucking Oscar Sweep of the CENTURY for Tyler I’m literally never getting over it but also Hunter did a fucking phenomenal job playing an alter trying to play his original host like fuck the layers???? Rewatching I’m picking out the times he doesn’t have his guard up because there’s no one to see, or slips (very rare) and is just Alter Tyler. Also there’s at least one specific time on rewatch you see him go ‘Ah FUCK I can’t do this one’ and dredge up OG to do something for him, and the slow blink when switching back ??? Like it’s subtle enough you don’t realize anything is going on the first time but rewatching you’re like

Like I am BEYOND thrilled that the show doesn’t tell you if parts were done by each, or if it’s only Hyde Tyler, or if there never was a Tyler-Tyler at all, but I guessed based on his performance and then Hunter did an interview and I was 100% right??? Like I could tell from the performance ??? I went “I’m pretty sure at least almost the whole time it’s an Alter playing his OG downed or subsumed self” and it is???? Do you have any idea the layers you have to lay down well for me to have been able to pick that up out of all the possibilities??? It’s also funny as hell on a rewatch bc 24/7 this Rage Activated Alter is trapped in the most fucking rage inducing job on the planet (only person on staff at customer service job), and trying to react normally as his original self to everything fucking crazy going on 24/7 but that’s impossible because what’s happening is too insane for anyone to react normally? Like this man is fighting for his life pulling off the Oscar performance of the fucking century trying not to be found out WHILE being at least half mind controlled by an outside party the whole time??? He is WORKING for that win. He’s carrying that team con on his fucking back like ATLUS. Like yeah he is also doing some of the most fucked up shit but he’s also the only shit person with an understandable motive he’s just using too much scattershot and also I HAVE to respect the con.

[lush-lavenders]

✾Wicked Game✾

Tyler Galpin x Reader

Summary: After being locked in a cave by someone you once loved, you have to chose - submit to his evil to escape your torment, or risk your life to fight for your friends.

Request: @scoopsahoyspidey "you should do a part 2 if you have the time" I did, in fact, have the time

Author’s Note: This is part 2 to Why Her, Not Me, but this could also be read as a standalone! Also, it took me so long to get this one out because I wanted to make it longer than the other fics I've been writing recently, and I'm glad I did! Granted, it's not too too much longer, but still.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Mild Violence, Angst

!I don’t own this gif!

Why Her, Not Me {part 1}

The world was on fire and no one could save me but youIt’s strange what desire will make foolish people do

The chains scratched at your wrists as you tugged on them for the millionth time.

The cave reeked of smoke and ash. Your clothes, hands, and arms were almost completely covered in soot. The fire might have covered up all evidence of Tyler’s entrapment, but that didn’t stop him from making it your prison now.

You stopped your struggle as you heard the echoes of someone entering.

“Y/N,” Tyler’s voice emerged before he did. “Got some more grub for you.” Slowly he approached you, kneeling in front of you as he set down an old-fashioned metal lunchbox.

“Tyler…” You mumbled as he rubbed his finger down your cheek. “Please let me go…”

He chuckled a little, reaching down and opening the lunchbox. “I can’t do that just yet.”

Tears started to prick in your eyes, a quiet choke leaving your lips. “This… This isn’t you…” This wasn’t the Tyler you knew. The one you cared about. “You can still make this right…”

What was it in you that still fought for him? He had hurt you beyond belief, physically and mentally. And yet…

“All of this is right.” He pushed the lunchbox up to you, making sure it was close enough that you could grab it. “Soon enough you will see.”

I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like youAnd I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

With closed eyes, you focused on the earth and plants outside of the cave. The rocks around you weren’t indestructible, but would need more force than you thought you could possibly muster to cause just a crack.

But you were surrounded by plants. The more energy you could exert, the more plants you could bring to you.

Without letting your focus falter even once, it felt like hours had passed until you could hear the cracking of rock, followed by the sight of green slipping through.

With even more focus, the vines shot down and began to attack the chains around your wrists. They entered the keyhole, twisting and contorting in order to trigger the restraints to open. Which only took minutes.

The chains fell and clattered against the cave, the metal deafening as it echoed.

I don’t wanna fall in loveI don’t wanna fall in loveWith you

Your lungs burned as you ran through the forest. You didn’t know where you were, nor how to get back to Nevermore. You just needed to get away from that damn cave.

And that you did.

You didn’t stop until your legs gave out from under you, collapsing with miles of trees, dirt, and leaves surrounding you. No person in sight.

You stayed on the ground, just wanting energy and life to return to your legs and lungs.

Crickets chirped, the wind blew and rustled everything it could, but you were only able to hear the sound of your own breathing.

And the sudden crunching of footsteps…

“Y/N…?” A girl’s voice made your head snap up, only to relax just as fast. 

“W-Wednesday…” Your voice cracked, but was so quiet it was hard to even tell. You slowly rose to your feet and trudged to her, practically falling on top of her in a hug.

You felt her stiffen underneath you, which was enough to remember her hatred for everything, but especially touch. 

Prying yourself off of her, you stagger back onto your feet. “It’s Tyler. Tyler’s the monster. The Hyde, of whatever the fuck you called it.” You rushed to explain.

“I know.” She simply responded with. Turning her back toward you, she started on a march back the way she came.

You knew to follow her.

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You bit your lip as you looked up to the full moon. Why did you agree to do this?

“I knew you were a smart and powerful girl.” His voice approached you from behind, causing your throat to tighten. “It just took you longer than it should’ve to prove it.”

You slowly turned to face him, willing your knees to stop shaking. “Tyler…”

He took a step closer to you. “Has Stockholm Syndrome kicked in, or have you really changed your mind?” A smirk started to form on his face.

You shake your head a little. “You don’t have to do this, Tyler…” You pleaded.

No matter how long you stayed in that cave, whether or not it was Stockholm Syndrome, you still cared for the boy before you.

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this wayWhat a wicked thing you do, to let me dream of youWhat a wicked thing to say, you never felt this wayWhat a wicked thing you do, to let me dream of you

You flexed your fingers out while keeping out down by your side. “I don’t want to hurt you…” The trees slightly swayed, even with no wind to manipulate them.

He chuckled, taking a couple more steps closer. “We both know that isn’t true. Deep, deep down inside you, there’s a part that would love nothing more than to wreak havoc. To help me purge the world of the people that called you a crazy plant pickney.”

You tensed up at the tormenting nickname that seemed to follow you around.

“You know what I’m talking about, Y/N/N.” He almost purred as his hand reached to play with a strand of your hair.

Your hand twitched, causing a branch from the tree towering over the two of you to fall, heading right towards Tyler.

In a split second, his hand shot up and morphed into a grotesque arm, catching the branch easily. With a light squeeze, the branch - half the size of a grandfather clock - was snapped in half.

The laugh he let out this time was inhumane. “A little tree branch? Come on, Y/N. You can do so much better than that.”

Just as after he changed right in front of you, just as his arm came swiping down to grab at you, a white wolf sprung out from nowhere and tackled Tyler’s Hyde form to the ground.

Now, I don’t wanna fall in loveNo, I don’t wanna fall in loveWith youWith you

His body tumbled to the ground, naked and covered in all sorts of cuts and completely bloodied.

Your instinct was to run to him, and you didn’t have enough time to think before your body started to move at a speed you didn’t know you were capable of. 

“Tyler…!”

He laid curled up, almost hidden among the green surrounding him. He wasn’t moving. Not even to breathe.

It took you to drop to your knees, right next to his body, to see the brief rise and fall of his chest. He was still alive.

You carefully moved Tyler so that, instead of lying on his side in the dirt, he would be lying on his back on you.

“You’re going to be alright…” You whispered, wiping some blood from his face. “You’ll see - this monster isn’t you. We’ll help you. I’ll help you…”

You didn’t know what good saying any of that was. It was all just words. And after everything he’s done, he didn’t deserve it. You gave him multiple outs, and he took advantage of you and your feelings.

But until your heart stopped, you’d still give him those outs.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but youIt’s strange what desire will make foolish people do

[towriteloveontheirarms]

hi :) i have a request for tyler galpin :

her and xavier are friends. they both got assigned to work at the weathervane during outreach day and tyler (her boyfriend) who knows that they’re friends but not how close they are, gets jealous when he saw them joking around and everything

please & thank you xx

I´m so sorry you had to wait so long for this, anon. Writers block has been a real bitch. Anyway, I hope you like this. <3

Shouldn´t you be with your other boyfriend

pairing: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader

synopsis: Outreach day is hell. Well, not actual hell, but you would argue that it is. The only two things that make it even remotely doable are your best friend and being assigned to the Weathervane.

warnings: slight jealousy

word count: 1,1k

Outreach day is hell. Well, not actual hell, but you would argue that it is. The only two things that make it even remotely doable are your best friend and being assigned to the Weathervane. You would be forever grateful to whatever gods are hiding up there, that out of all the options you could´ve gotten, you got assigned to the spot your boyfriend works at. The only downside, the seeming blood feud Xavier and Tyler had going on for the past year.

Nonetheless, as you packed away the letter which told you were to go, you vowed yourself to not let it ruin your day. The normies most probably would try to do that enough as it is already. Your peers in particular gave you a bad feeling as Xavier and you parted from the group to enter the coffeeshop. Getting together with Tyler had changed their behavior, even if both of you were still unsure if it was for better or for worse. It had put a strain on Xaviers and your friendship for a while too as both boys never told you what had happened, but Xavier and you had been friends since you arrived at Nevermore, which felt like an eternity now and even if he looked at Tyler with only death stares basically, he was happy for you.

The second you enter through the door and hear the little bell ring you stop to take a deep breath in. Ignoring Xaviers protest, to take in the smell of coffee. It has always been your favorite.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Tyler asks as you lean up on the counter.

“Reporting for duty.” You ignore Xaviers scoffing and walk around the counter to steal a small kiss from Tyler.

“Alright. Well, let´s go to the back to get you some aprons and then you start out taking orders and Xavier… You grab a cloth and start bussing tables, I guess.”

For the first half of the shift everything is just fine, but once the morning rush dies down, you come up from behind the counter to help Xavier instead. Clearing and wiping down tables  made the time tick by only slower and so you decided to have some fun with it. The coffee shop was almost empty anyway. Sneaking up behind Xavier, you roll your towel up tightly and then you give him his only warning.

“Hey, Thorpe…”

Right as he turns his head towards you, the towel snaps against his rear with a loud smack. A little lower than you had intended, but still it fulfills its purpose.

The sound that forces its way out of his lungs, against any of his attempts to keep quiet, as to not disturb the customers, is the most high-pitched and unmanly that had ever been heard from anyone. Prompting you to start laughing boisterously.

“Just you wait.” Xavier chuckles. His towel hitting you on the upper arm. However, you are much better at repressing the sound of the pain that spreads through the reddening and slightly swelling limb. The second half of the day goes by much faster that way. You are able to ignore the stupid stares of the normies and forget time, but you also don´t see Tylers expression growing much darker, the longer he watched your antics. He tried to keep in mind that Xavier was your friend and that you had told him he is the only one for you, but all that couldn´t keep the doubt away from his heart. It soured his mood to a point, where he would barely even say goodbye to you as you left for the lunch and statue reveal.

It was weird, especially as he didn´t reciprocate your kiss. In the end, since you get dragged away so you wouldn´t be late to the remaining program, you don´t have much time to actively think about it.

That is until that evening. Instead of going to your dorm, you go to Tylers house, like you often did. Unlike so often, as you throw pebbles at his window, he doesn´t open up. You can see he is there, there is a light burning upstairs.

Tyler, it´s me. Open up. You send a quick message.

It takes a while for anything to happen after that. Slowly the window slides up and Tylers unamused face appears. “Shouldn´t you be with your other boyfriend?” He sneers.

“What?” Your face scrunches up and you shake your head in confusion. “I´m coming up, then we can talk about this properly.”

You use your claws to climb up the tree closest to his room and then swing yourself through the window. He takes a step back and waits for you with crossed arms, sitting on the chair by his desk. Not a single word passes his lips, that are pressed into a thin line. The way he raises his eyebrow at you expectedly, makes you want to snap, but you take a deep breath and calm yourself before starting to speak.

“If this is about today, about Xavier and me, I´m sorry if I did anything to cross you… I´m sorry. It probably was so unprofessional and disturbed the other customers. I should have thought before I just… You know.” You kneel in front of him, laying your hands on his thighs.

“It´s not about you having fun at work.” He sighs, taking your hands into his.

“Then what is it about? You know you can talk to me.”

“I know. I just… When I saw the two of you goofing off earlier I asked myself if I even am your first priority relationship wise. And I know what you told me, but if there is something more I want you to tell me.”

“You are always my first priority. What are you even talking about? Of course you are. My feelings for Xavier are completely platonic. With a capital p. I love you.” You put as much emphasis into your last sentence as possible in the hopes that it would soothe him.

Tyler sighs again, but he does seem a bit calmer now.

“I just feel stupid, for never realizing how close you were.” He shakes his head slightly.

“It´s okay. You´re not stupid.” You straighten out your crouched position at his feet and go to sit in his lap. Letting go of his hands in order to cup his cheeks in your hands, placing multiple little pecks onto his lips in quick succession. Straying from his mouth to lave attention all over his face.

“I love you.” You say again after a while.

“I love you too.” He replies quietly.

And even though you know you need to get back to your dorm before your absence is noted, you decide to stay with Tyler. Making up for the day by holding each other close until you have to leave in the morning so you wouldn´t be late to the first class of the day.

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Thank You for Knowing Me (soft!Tyler Galpin x gn!Reader)

warnings: character death, angst

Description: Tyler and the reader have been dating without Thornhill/Laurel's knowledge and they accidentally interrupt Wednesday's reveal. This does not follow the show very accuratly sorry. Also, I know we all love a violent and scary Tyler but this Tyler is very soft. he just loves you so much!!

word count: 1389

status: edited

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“It was you all this time wasn't it?”

“Wednesday I really think you need some psychiatric help! you can’t just go around accusing people of being other than they are and not expect consequences!”

Wednesday took a step closer to Ms Thornhill, away from Tyler standing by the end of the row of tables. She covertly checked her watch, principle Weems should be figuring out where Wednesday had run off to any second now. She had to make them break.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made them all stop what they were doing as someone entered the room backwards, leaning their body over a pile of books.

“Hey Mrs. Thornhill? I’m sorry for not making a meeting ahead of time and not knocking and stuff but I was just wondering if you could answer a question I had about tomorrow's assignment?” they said as they turned around to face the room, letting the door shut behind them, “Hey Wednesday, never would have guessed you’d be one to need extra help.”

Wednesday just stared dead eyed at y/n as the latter’s eyes made their way around the room.

“Tyler!” they exclaimed excitedly as their gaze fell upon the tall, awkward boy, “What on earth are you doing here?”

Tyler said nothing, just raised his eyes quickly to meet Thornhill’s as y/n approached him. When they reached him, they gave him a tight hug which Tyler not only returned but seemed to melt into.

“This is a pleasant surprise.” hummed y/n, leaning back with a smile on their face and their arms still wrapped around Tyler’s waist.

“What’s this? You two know each other?” came Thornhill’s voice, sounding cheery but strained.

Y/n seemed oblivious to the tensions in the room as they turned to face their teacher, still leaning their back against Tyler who unconsciously wrapped his arms around their waist despite Thornhill’s glares.

“We’ve been dating.” he said suddenly in the quick, short, and quiet voice people use when they are very afraid.

“For about a year now.” finished the still oblivious y/n with a smile.

Wednesday’s eyes widened in apparent shock before she turned back to Thornhill.

“Well that must upset you, Laurel.” she stated to the red haired woman, “Might as well just come clean so you can take care of it.”

“Whatever.” Ms. Thornhill sighed, suddenly seeming an entirely different person, “Keeping it a secret doesn’t even matter anymore. Tonight is the blood moon after all. Tyler? honey? Kill her.”

Y/n felt Tyler’s arm’s twitch around them and they looked up at him over their shoulder.

“Ty?” they questioned, seeing the strained look on his face.

There was a clang and y/n turned back around to see Wednesday on the floor and Mrs. Thornhill standing over her with a shovel.

“W-what’s going on?” they shakily asked, turning themselves around in Tyler’s grip so they could face each other, “Please, I really don’t understand what’s going on.”

Tyler said nothing, just stared straight ahead, refusing to look at y/n.

“Ty… TY! TY!! SAY SOMETHING!” They were beginning to panic now as they tugged on the collar of their boyfriends shirt until finally he looked down and met their eyes.

“I can’t do it.” he said softly.

“Don’t you wanna be a good boy for mama?” came Thornhill’s voice, much closer than it was before.

Tyler’s head snapped up once more.

“Then kill that little nusance!” she yelled.

Tyler looked down at y/n once more and saw that there were tears beginning to run down their lovely face, his favorite face.

He let go of their waist with one of his arms and wiped a tear away, lifting their chin so he could see their pretty e/c eyes.

“I can’t.” he said once more, “I can’t do it. I love them.”

Y/n let out a little happy laugh of relief as Mrs. Thornhill growled from behind them.

“I love you too Ty.” they hiccuped.

Y/n smiled softly in his arms and opened their mouth to say something else but, before they could, Tyler felt their body jolt in his arms. Y/n began to obviously struggle for breath as the edges of their mouth began to foam.

Hurriedly, he fell to his knees so their legs were on the floor and their torso wrapped in his arms, their head resting gently on his lap as they convulsed.

“If you want something done you gotta do it yourself.” hissed Mrs. Thornhill, dropping her syringe to the floor.

"Please.” Tyler begged, looking up at his master, “Please I’ll do anything. I promise I’ll be good. I promise I’ll do anything you want just please, please save them.”

Laurel scoffed before crouching down to Tyler’s level as Y/n inched closer to death. She took his chin between her fingers and lifted his head so their eyes met.

“They were bad for you.” Laurel sighed sadly, “They made you a bad boy.”

“But I…”

“you know I am right. Do you want to be bad?”

“No." said Tyler finally, a tear falling from one of his eyes "You’re always right Laurel. You're always right. I’m sorry.”

“Good boy.” she hummed, standing up, “I’ll let you stay here with your little toy until the end. You don’t deserve it, my goodness no, but as you recall, I am kind. When they're gone, bring the Addams girl to the boat. I will be waiting for you there.”

"Thank you." Tyler dejectedly mumbled back.

Once the sound of footsteps had left the room and Tyler had heard the door close he curled his body down on top of Y/n's, sobs feeling like scissors cutting away at his chest.

“I’m so sorry y/n” he cried, “I never meant for you to get involved in any of this. I never should have agreed to go out with you, I was just selfish. You are everything to me. I am so sorry. Please please please don’t leave me.”

“Tyler.” y/n whispered, gasping for air.

He pulled his head away so he could see them fully, tears dripping off his face and onto theirs. Even foaming at the mouth and turning blue there was still something beautiful about them.

“Y/n” he responded softly.

“Thank you.” they choked out, "I-"

And then they were gone.

Tyler sat there for a moment, holding the body of his love close as he thought about their final words. Were they thanking him for his apology? Or were they thanking him for saying yes to that first date? Were they thanking him for staying? What could they have meant? What were they about to say?

He felt his master calling him and as much as he wanted to simply lay down by y/n’s side and stay, he knew he had to go. He stood, laying y/n back down gently and crossing their arms across their chest, wiping a bit of the foam and blood off their face with his shirt. He looked around Laurels greenhouse and in an amongst all the poisons, he spotted a single pot of calla lilies by a window sitting next to a pot of purple hyacinths and one of long stem yellow roses. It was like he could hear the floriography obsessed soul of his partner speaking to him as he thought:

Purple hyacinths beg forgiveness. Calla lilies speak of life, fertility, and death. Yellow roses are all about friendship.

He remembered a conversation they had once had.

“What’s your favorite flower?” he had asked them a few days before valentine’s day.

Y/n had turned to look at him from the Weathervane booth they occupied with a knowing smirk.

“Purple hyacinths.” They hummed, taking a sip of the coffee Tyler had just placed in front of them, “But they are a flower that begs forgiveness so only ever give them to me when you feel you need to be forgiven.”

Carefully, he cut a stem from the hyacinths, roses, and the lilies, placing the small and messy bouquet under y/n’s crossed hands.

“I hope you can forgive me.” he whispered to their body before picking up Wednesday and throwing her over his shoulder.

With one final glance back to y/n from the door, he was gone.

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Imagine instead of Ms.Weems being murdered by Ms. Thornhill it was you instead and Tyler being there the whole time seeing his girlfriend die…

And yes you have my permission to use any of my imagines as a story or a oneshot/imagine!

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la maledizione degli Addams²

Pairing: wednesday Addams X reader

Wednesday had been avoiding you, deliberately ignoring the itch she felt every time you were near, focusing solely on her investigation. Though it pained her to avoid the deep connection with her soulmate, her determination to solve the mysteries surrounding her took precedence over any emotion. Her investigations had paid off: she had discovered a secret library that led her to the book with the missing page about Rowan (luckily after the Poe Cup), and she had followed her leads into the woods during Outreach Day, finding the lair of the monster and planning to visit it with Eugene.

But unfortunately Enid had dragged her to the Raven.

Wednesday had chosen to use Tyler as a scapegoat. The normal boy, attracted to her, represented a useful resource for her goals. She knew she could exploit his interest to focus on her investigations while distancing herself from Galpin.

But when she saw Eugene with his backpack ready for their excursion, a pressure tightened in her chest. The disappointment on Eugene’s face was palpable, an expression that struck Wednesday in an unexpected way.

"Don’t go into the woods," she told him, her black eyes fixed on him with an intensity that sent chills down his spine.

"We'll go after the party. Stay close" she added.

At the entrance to the ballroom, the itch she had felt grew more intense. Without thinking her eyes began to search for you among the crowd. There you were. A burning fire ignited inside her and in an involuntary gesture she clenched her jaw, producing a crack that revealed her growing frustration. The sight of Yoko, your dance partner, only fueled her irritation.

Damn curse.

The Addams curse that she had always considered both a blessing and a burden now amplified her feelings, making each moment even more painful.

The image of Y/N laughing and enjoying herself with Yoko struck her like a blow to the heart. A pang of pain spread through her chest as if her soul was being torn apart. Every smile from Y/N, every glance exchanged with Yoko felt like a mortal wound.

Wednesday found herself caught in a tearing conflict: on one side was her untamed nature pushing her to keep her distance; on the other an overwhelming desire to get closer, to reconnect with you even if it meant facing vulnerability.

Her gaze involuntarily shifted to Yoko.

The vampire with her charming smile and relaxed demeanor only amplified Wednesday's frustration.

"Damn it," she thought as her hands tightened around Tyler's arm. She wanted to run away but she knew she couldn’t. Her soulmate was there and despite everything, the urge to move closer was undeniable.

Yoko chuckled softly as she noticed how sparks were crackling around your body. You could control lightning. Likely due to the intensity of Wednesday’s gaze, Y/N turned away from Yoko and directed her eyes in Wednesday's direction. By some twist of fate, you were the only two girls in the entire school wearing black dresses at a party where white was the required attire.

Enid's figure suddenly appeared at the entrance, blocking Wednesday’s view of you.

Damn.

"Wednesday! Oh my God, you look amazing!" the blonde exclaimed, bubbling with excitement. Enid was wearing a beautiful white dress with a touch of purple makeup on her face.

Strange.

Wednesday’s gaze shifted to the girl’s date.

"Strange choice for your date," she murmured in a flat voice. Her eyes shot a cold glare at the mayor's son, the leader of the trio that had tried to attack her twice.

The boy shuddered.

"Oh... he came to make his ex jealous, and I wanted to make Ajax jealous," Enid said with a shrug.

Her eyes darted to Tyler.

"Tyler! Are you Wednesday's date?" she asked in surprise, her blue eyes studying her roommate with intensity. "Yeah," the normal boy scratched his head, clearly embarrassed.

"I’m going to get a drink," the curly-haired boy added, leaving her alone with Enid.

"You know, I thought you’d come with Y/N," the blonde said casually, "You two... I don’t know... have great chemistry," she added with a small smile.

A shiver ran down Wednesday’s spine at the mention of your name.

"It seems to me she's having fun with Yoko," Addams murmured with venom, her eyes scanning toward your figure.

Despite the discomfort that enveloped her Wednesday launched into the dance. Her movements were distinct, rigid yet fluid, her hands tracing sinuous precise gestures, her steps seemingly defying the rhythm of the music itself. But during one of those turns her hand accidentally brushed against another’s.

As soon as the fingers touched a jolt of energy shot through her body like thousands of electric shocks sliding across her skin, like invisible spiders crawling in her stomach leaving her paralyzed for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat and her head tilted back in an almost unnatural movement, her eyes wide open toward the ceiling.

A vision struck her with the force of lightning.

The world shattered around her, the party lights vanishing and transforming into blinding flashes. Screams and distant voices echoed in her ears overlapping in an indistinguishable chaos. Among the flashes she glimpsed Crackstone, his menacing figure looming like an impending shadow. Then, like a distorted image, a wedding: black dahlias, a black dress, hands united in an eternal bond all enveloped in a disturbing aura.

Wednesday's body was as rigid as a tightly drawn string, her hands stiff by her sides, every muscle tensed under her pale skin. Her face was twisted in an expression of pure terror as her breath came out in ragged gasps.

And then, everything faded.

The vision dissolved leaving her shaken and trembling, her head still thrown back. Slowly, she tilted forward again as her eyes refocused on the ballroom now again wrapped in the dim lights and chaotic movements of their schoolmates. But the sensation of disorientation persisted, like an echo of the vision that still throbbed in her temples.

She felt something warm on her shoulders and realized it was your hands, steady and sure, supporting her. You had moved closer during her moment of weakness, your Y/C eyes fixed on her with a mixture of concern and alarm. Your expression was tense, your breath quick.

The curse.

Her body seemed unresponsive for a moment, her legs still unsteady. She felt a strange, dark current flowing between the two of you, as if physical contact had been the catalyst for a force that had awakened within her.

"Are you okay? It looked like a vision," you asked, your voice filled with genuine concern. Your tone was low, meant only for her, as you tried to understand what had happened.

Wednesday took a deep breath trying to regain control over the turmoil inside her, but she clearly felt the effects of the curse coursing through her veins. An invisible tension tightened her chest, pulling her forward, almost as if she were compelled to move closer to you. She took a step forward closing the distance between you and her gaze locked determinedly onto yours.

"Yes... I was dancing with Tyler... then I had a vision," Wednesday said in a flat tone, her dark eyes tracing every detail of your face trying to grasp something she couldn’t quite understand.

"Tyler left," you responded, your voice breaking slightly as if admitting that truth cost you more than you wanted to show. Then you clenched your jaw, your expression hardening and in that moment Wednesday swore she saw a flash behind your irises, a reflection that seemed to conceal a storm.

A question crossed her mind like lightning: were you jealous?

Without thinking Wednesday’s hands moved sliding from your shoulders to encircle your neck. The skin beneath her fingers was warm and she felt a shiver that shook her from within like a fire igniting in her chest and consuming her from the inside. She felt... overwhelmed, as if the tide of sensations enveloping her was pulling her underwater leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded in a way she had never experienced before, a frantic and unfamiliar rhythm that muddled her thoughts.

The itch that had overwhelmed her before was gone.

Instead a heat consumed her and pushed her closer to you, as if the simple touch of her hands on your skin was the only thing keeping her upright.

Maybe it's because we touched? she thought for a moment, her mind tangled between logic and instinct searching for an explanation.

"Wednesday, I..." you began, your voice hesitant, almost fearful, as if you were afraid of the reaction you might provoke.

At the mention of her name on your lips Wednesday barely stifled a moan, a low sound escaping from her throat and echoing deeply in her chest. It was as if the sound of her name spoken by you held a different weight, an intensity that made her bones vibrate and burned inside her. Every fiber of her being sensed that this was different, that there was something strange and unstoppable between the two of you, a force she couldn’t fully understand but could not ignore.

"Cara mia" Wednesday whispered, her words almost too intimate, laced with a subtle darkness that sent a shiver through you. Her hands around your neck tightened pulling you closer with a determined hungry strength.

Your cheeks flushed red, a blush that Wednesday watched with hungry eyes.

For a moment the world around you seems to disappear, dissolving into the silence that exists only between the heavy breaths that bind you together. Her mind is overtaken by a primal desire and all she wants is to taste your lips, to feel the warmth of your mouth on hers. She realizes that she wants to consume you whole as if that were the only way to quell the fire burning inside her, as if that were the only way to make you hers.

For the first time she understands what drove her parents toward each other with such intensity. Why Gomez could never stay away from Morticia, why every gesture between them seemed to almost defy the rules of propriety with their passion. But that thought blends with something else, a deep disgust for herself, for how quickly she has yielded to this impulse abandoning her rigidity and her ideals just because of a single touch from you.

Just as this internal struggle rages, a cold drop hits your cheek followed by another that slides down your nose tracing a scarlet path. The sensation of something wet and viscous on your face breaks the moment and when you look up, a red rain begins to fall, like blood pouring from the ceiling, staining your faces and clothes.

Chaos erupts around you.

The other students begin to scream, pushing against each other in a desperate attempt to escape the ballroom. Bodies collide and stumble in a frantic rush, slipping on the floor now covered in blood. The lights flicker on and off in a pulsing rhythm amplifying the panic.

But you remain still, trapped under Wednesday's gaze, her lips curling into a wicked smile. The urge to run her tongue along your cheek to taste you mixed with the blood overwhelms her.

Suddenly a body crashes into her, shoving her violently to the side. Wednesday whirls around, muscles tense, fists clenched ready to retaliate against the intruder. But right in that moment her gaze goes lank and another vision seizes her, ragging her into a spiral of confused and painful images.

She sees red boots stepping on the ground, staining themselves with the dark red that flows like a river. And then a familiar face distorted by the pain caused by the beast's attack:

Eugene.

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Last Sentence Tag War!!!

I was tagged by: so many people yall, I don't remember lol. if you know you tagged me ily tho

Rules: in a new post, share where you last left off on your WIP

~ "How the next thing she did was slide her hand down her pajama pants and press her fingertips against her clit. She was mad that no one else had made her feel like this. No one since Tyler.

Why did a traitor from three years ago still have so much hold over her?" ~

I started a new one-shot last night lol 😈😏

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