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mark of the beast prt 1!

first chaptered story ! 

TLDR: Tyler has a rocky start at Nevermore. Wednesday, as well as any other student, will not speak to him. The Hyde is sassy. Bianca hatches a plan to save both their relationships, and a friendship begins to bloom. 

Tyler’s assimilation into Nevermore was tricky, to say the least. The first week had been the worst, had him sobbing into his pillow of the dorm he was kept in. No roommate, they didn’t trust him yet. The teasing and shoving got worse until he showed his teeth, pushed a bit too far. Then, it was like it was all they had wanted to see. They wanted to see the monster, even though they should know more than anything that if the Hyde were to attack, they would all die. And it would be horrifically magnificent. 

As his mother used to say, everyone wants the biggest player on their team. And that’s what Tyler was- a big scary dog. They loved to be scared by him, he just wished the same could be said for one certain Legacy student. Wednesday still kept him in silence, but there was nothing he could do. She had every right to be viciously fuming at him until he died, for what he did. But it wasn’t his fault, he was just obsessed with the thought of her. It made his mouth water. Looking at himself in the long mirror attached to his dorm wall, he analyses his form. He still looks somewhat the same as before the attacks, but there’s a look in those blue eyes that shows something else entirely. It shows the red tint on his conscious, that no matter how many therapy sessions he takes, it won’t wash out. His uniform fits well, but it feels wrong on his body. Like he’s hiding behind enemy lines.  You look a fool. Shut up, I don’t need this today. They’re all too scared of us to tell you the truth. You don’t belong here. They want me here. They want to help us. We are going to kill them all. Tyler cuts the cord of communication with the Hyde, growling ever so slightly at the back of his throat. Both him and the Hyde know that the student body are divided about his attendance at the school. It was dangerous, as much as he hated to admit it, to allow him to live here. He had hurt some of their own students, of course they were going to be scared. Taking a deep breath, he adjusts his lapels and grabs the messenger bag off of the floor that he’d dashed there the night before. He walks out of Joker Hall, and immediately eyes are focused on him. Students walking alone move out of his way, not taking their glare away from his form. Students travelling in pairs start to whisper, sometimes they giggle too.  See.. The Hyde sniggers, his loneliness highlighted. Even in his own body the odds are stacked against him. It’s an awful feeling, but Tyler likes it, everyone watching in fear. He is finally the big dog of the pack. He is something for them to fear, not bully. It’s a refreshing feeling of ecstasy, short-lived but present. Tyler doesn’t necessarily have friends at school, but it doesn’t phase him. It’s always been this way. But now he had a taste of having someone, someone to help and control him, it doesn’t leave his fingers as they reach for a touch. His mind doesn’t leave his Wednesday, the beautiful creature that no longer speaks to him since the Hyde mauled her two best friends. Tyler gets it, but he thought she was more than that. He thought he was worth more.  His eyes catch a sight of the inky black pigtails across campus, seeing her back turned towards the inner hallways leading out of the Quad. She’s listening intently, Xavier next to her as he talks her ear off. Walking to class, Latin if Tyler remembers his schedule correctly. Which, when shared classes are involved, is already memorised. Realising her closeness to the boy, his heart lurches. He swallows weightily, hearing the giggle of the Beast. Taunting him, forcing his anger through the surface. Calm calm calm calm calm calm.

Look at her. She’s so wonderful, and look at him. They look so good together, don’t they Human? You never thought... no. You never thought she’d still want.. you?  

The Hyde torments his train of thought, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger. The constant testing of the Beast was enough for Tyler to want to rip his skin off. And Wednesday was a very sensitive subject to him. He bites his tongue, closing his eyes for a moment to simply try cool his boiling blood. It doesn’t work. He waits a moment, continuing to walk in the same direction. 

“Tyler!” A familiar voice stops him dead, forcing him to place his mask on. With a innocent and carefree curl of his lip, he turns around to meet the striking eyes of Bianca Barkley. 

“Hey, Bianca. How can I help?” You can tell he worked customer service. Tyler had no real understanding of the Siren before him, or her friends. He knew the girl had previously dated Xavier, from their little run in at the Rave’N, as well as their run in when he was chained up. Wednesday, chaining him. Forcing him down under the heavy reinforced metal. That beautiful shock of electricity she’d placed through his skin, teasing his anger. Wanting to praise the beast inside him. A fire swirled in his lower stomach, throwing him back into reality. Human, focus. Surprisingly, she seemed sweet enough. She sent him a grin, placing a touch on his upper arm and moving them away from the crowded area. The touch shocked him. Nobody touched him anymore. “I may need some assistance from you, if you’d be interested?” Bianca started, and Tyler immediately understood the power she must’ve had over her past lover. “I’ll keep it short and sweet- you’re smart enough to keep up.” She has no idea. “You’re fond of Wednesday. I’m fond of Xavier.” Tyler furrowed a brow lightly, squinting, she definitely wasn’t wrong. If he was to stay in Wednesday’s bad books any longer he might end up dead, or worse, shut out from her life.  “I have nothing against Addams anymore, I just really need him back.” Wow, okay. Tyler was taken aback by her honesty, but he understood it. He really did, giving her a reassuring nod.  “Okay, so what do you propose?” He asked, seeing multiple routes this could take. Bianca’s eyes flashed with mischief, something he could get on board with. The next thing he knows she’s taken his hand in her own, with a pen in the other. Flipping open his palm and writing on his skin, what he assumes to be a phone number. Tyler looks around, cheeks slightly flushed at her touch, to see that nearly everyone in a twenty foot radius is watching their interaction. Fuck, he’s still not used to the mentality of boarding school kids. “Call me.” Bianca grins, shooting him a wink before turning on her heel and walking back to her group with a swing of her hips. He returns the wink, giving her a wave and heading off to class. Every student around him is whispering, looking him up and down. Did that just elevate his status? He wasn’t complaining, Bianca seemed nice enough. Similar to him, in ways of her plots. He takes a seat at the back of Latin, not wanting to disturb and with no friends to sit with, Tyler scans the room. The Latin classroom is beautiful, he will admit. Their tuition fees are definitely not wasted on the high ceilings and pillars that line the institution. Staring out of the window, he sees Bianca approaching the stairwell in. At least someone can tolerate him in here. Wednesday sits near the front, while Xavier incessantly pesters her for attention. He cannot help but roll his eyes, it was infuriating, let alone embarrassing to watch. 

He was sure Xavier probably wasn’t a bad guy, just his jealousy painting this perception of the boy. Tyler was mad that it wasn’t him, that he had to attone for his sins before she could ever tolerate him again. But his sins and hers are one in the same, and she must realise it sooner or later. Neither of them are innocent, and thats why they work so well. This little puppy of a man, who is prodding a sleeping bear with a stick every time he looks at his girl, will realise something very soon.  Tyler does not lose.  The chair next to him squeaks, pulling him out of the staring competition he’s in with the back of Xavier’s head. He smells Bianca before he sees her. Saltwater and vanilla, a welcoming combination. She places her books down on the seat next to him, and he smiles.  “Hi there, stranger.” Tyler welcomes her, still trying to figure out the plot he’s been wound up in.  “Hey, Ty.” Bianca says, slightly loud if he does say so himself. New nickname, he notes. Sitting down together, they begin to chat for the few minutes they have before their lesson actually starts. It’s easy to speak to her, a nice change to the hostility he’s faced for so long. Tyler still feels eyes on him, which he may have to get used to, but when the lull of small talk hits he can feel a certain pair of eyes he truly does care about. Wednesday’s. 

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dirty town (wednesday x tyler)

takes place directly after wednesday asks for a lift. tyler’s inner workings are very ooc for how he acts but i could see it with a mix of the hyde anyway ENJOY 

Wednesday looks at me like I’ve started speaking latin, almost like I’m crazy for wanting to leave Jericho. I feel slightly insane, now I’m aware she’s now residing here, but it’s not like I could ever get the chance to leave. There’s two things I’m painfully aware of: She’s the only thing good to come into this town, and I wasn’t born to leave Jericho. Simply meant to live, die and rot on this soil. 

She stands there like a creeping spectre, haunting every move I make. Her silhouette is so small, so meek, but she holds more power in one finger than most of the spineless sacks of shit that reside here. From Wednesday’s monochromatic responses to her fashion choices, it’s all so clear. I think she’s the grim reaper. The proposal of me taking Wednesday to the station is like dangling food in front of a lion. I don’t know if it’s jealousy creating this urge, maybe I’m just mad that I’ll see her hop a train and she’s free of Jericho’s blood-soaked sidewalks. That once Wednesday leaves, this captivating little human will be gone forever, and she’ll probably never think of me again. I’m not the kinda person to force myself into plans, but the thought of leaving with her is enticing. 

Fuck, I must look nervous. I bet she can read my mind too. Might as well test it. I don’t know if I could trust myself in a car alone with her. Something about her, maybe her scent. It’s a mix of gasoline and tobacco, a hint of vanilla that punches somewhere deep inside me. Her intense, midnight-coloured stare. It’s all so heightened. I don’t know if He’d kill her or not, but I don’t think she’d be scared? Call it intuition. 

Tyler. Hey.

Sorry. What did you say again? 

If you could do anything right now, what would you do?

I’d do things I’m not allowed to say

Wednesday blushes, but my mind is in a spiral. Her scent is thicker, somewhat. And now I’m thinking about the crimson under her skin.

If I could truly do anything, I’d shoot my store manager in his head right now. I’d take out the security cameras first, then the till money, then hold up every customer in the building for their wallet. I would drag Wednesday by the hair into my car, and neither of us would ever be seen again. We’d drive until this place, her and my father are all blips in the past. I might not even kill her, if she’d come willingly. Something about her gives me the impression she’s not too traditional. I fucking hope not.

I’d just come with you. I’m sick of this town.  This town makes me feel sick. Every inch of it, had memories. Precious ones, from my childhood. With Mom, with Dad. When I was truly a son. Now every footprint I leave here sends me closer to madness. There’s no escape here, and the walls have ears. It hurts, to know if I did leave I would have to leave that behind too. But maybe it’s worth it- ditch this costume of a personality, ditch this shitty job, fuck it all to hell. It might be worth it for a shot with her.

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you’re awful, I love you. tyler x wednesday

a tyler POV drabble about how he sees our beloved wednesday. includes religious imagery, sub tyler til i die. also tyler references she/her (wednesday) with capitals. like god is referenced as Him. 

I’ve never felt anything like this before. Everything stops: the thoughts, the fear, the constant noise in my brain. Her quietness brings company, Her control brings sanity. Wednesday looks at me, and my mind runs in circles. It’s a vicious circle I can never return from, nor would I want to. Her presence, just sitting in the corner of my eye for hours, is forever soothing the thing that lurks inside me. My lungs kinda feel restricted, every time I walk. Every time I just sit there and think. Every time She invites me to the dorm. Every time She’s even in my brain, which is basically constant, I can imagine Her wrapping my ribs with packing tape then using it as a leash on me. Or Her first connecting with my face in such a way I spill Her favourite colour. But I love it, you already know that. How could I not. She loves me. I never thought I’d get that, the feeling of someone on my side. Commanding and protecting my heart and blood-tinged hands. I never thought anybody would love me the way She does- when She watches me in the forest with such intent that it distracts me from the still-dying rabbit that hangs in the Hyde’s jaw. Wednesday scares me- but not the way everyone else is scared of Her.

And I’m being honest, I love Her too. God, it drives me crazy. I sit there in my bed alone, replaying every interaction. Every look and shared frenzied thought. Her unpredictability makes me feel like I’m in fucking heat or something- Constantly waiting for the match to be lit on the gasoline She douses me in.

Wednesday scares me because She speaks my thoughts, when She speaks that is. It scares me, I guess, because I’m now commanded to be myself- no restriction. Well, except hunting outcasts and anything above three-years of age. Such kindness from a Master was more than welcome. I’m just happy I have something to believe in again. This life has been miserable, showed me that even when you’re built with these abilities that people will still try to corrupt you. Reduce you down. And it worked, I felt myself die a little bit every day until one day there was nothing left. Now I’m a Frankenstein-like being, a mix of a literal fucking monster and a sociopath with daddy issues. But She allowed me to be reborn, under new light and new power. She glorifies me, allows me to bathe in the ecstasy the kill brings. 

Now, between you and I, I’ve never been a religious nut. Jericho is just as religious as it seems with witches running around just up the hill. Prejudice and the Institution built this town in the form of Crackstone, bad foundations will never allow any form of harvest. Jericho will never be anything but a rotten, open grave in my book. The deaths of so many innocents with nothing to show for. It just proved to me that God didn’t exist, everyone just wanted a saviour. I never wanted to be saved, until I needed it. And She came.

Wednesday is my God. I believe it, hand on wicked heart. Her calculated madness and overwhelming power, just watching her is enough to prove it to me. Wednesday doesn’t lose, doesn’t back down. She doesn’t play by the rules of this life like everybody else. She laughed at first, when I told her, but she enjoys it. She encourages it, with light suggestion of course. I’m Her avid follower, Her devotee. I will love Her until She kills me dead, and I will continue to follow Her after I’m long gone.

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the red means i love you. wednesday x tyler songfic

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AHHH i have a terrible no good fascination with these two. written alongside “the red means i love you” by madds barkley, as it’s simply their song and i dont make the rules. tw for gore, stalking, all that fun shit. also sub tyler. lets go.

Unusual They say strange fascination, infatuation A lunatic Call me what suits your taste, I just wanna taste

Wednesday admits, at first Tyler was nothing special. A getaway driver. A little barista in a town that would not hold her for longer than 48 hours. But the way he spoke, the way he had that smirk etched onto his face. There was something different, hidden just out of reach. The way he bounces off her morbid takes with his own. She wanted to see it. Of course, it’s always more than she bargained for.

Cause my insides are red And yours are too And the red on my face Is matching you

The dance changed her perspective. Changed lots of things, in actuality. When Wednesday emerged from her dorm, dressed in the discounted dress Thing had secured for her, she saw something different in the way he looked at her. He was dumbstruck, settling on a “Wow”, and nothing much else. This wasn’t her plan, but she wouldn’t complain when he looked at her like that. Leaving it to her imagination, but she saw hunger in his eyes. A flash of something, that stupid something that scratched at the inside of his body that Wednesday couldn’t put a finger on. It was driving her more insane than she cared to note. Don’t even get her started on the blood. Well, the paint. Wednesday was still infuriated about that.  But the way Tyler looked in the blood spatter. He wasn’t scared, or confused. He was grinning, ear to ear unashamedly. And the thing is, she was too. They mirrored eachother in a way she could’ve never imagined. The crimson matched him far more than the ice blue shirt that was still stained to this day. Kissing in (blood) rain was her highlight of teenagehood. And goodness you're bleeding What a wonderful feeling You're down and you're pleading My head is just reeling

Kidnapping him had been the highlight of her life, no exaggeration. This thing she couldn’t place was stronger than ever, watching him with lusty eyes. Chained up, to her mercy, it was almost too much for her to handle. Was he really a Hyde? The thought excited her, a real life serial killing monster with a smile like that. Wednesday needed to calm down quick, focus on the case and not what’s going on in the pit of her stomach.  Wednesday respected his resilience, that even when she tortured him with a taser to the neck, his gaze never left hers. His innocent pleas were now becoming boring, she knew it wasn’t true and it was honestly slightly upsetting that Tyler thought this little of her. There was that look again. It was driving Wednesday fucking crazy, grabbing her switchblade from its hiding place up her arm and pushing it harshly against his throat. Tracing his jugular teasingly. He stops protesting his innocence. Tyler gulps, still pretending to be scared, but she’s known and seen enough terrified people. He isn’t scared, he’s excited. Typically, they’re interrupted. The Red means I love you Tasting your blood means I love you The Red means I love you The Red means I love you

Fuck, she loves him. She loves him so much she wants to break the hands of Laurel Gates for ever touching him. Rinse her eyes with bleach for ever looking at him. Render her limbless and unable to run away, so Wednesday can torture her forever. The anger for Tyler and his Hyde is all consuming, and this is the most power she has ever felt. Revenge was always a good look on her, but this was something else entirely. The things she did were pure evil, even by Addams standards.  “How dare she?” Wednesday thinks, seeing pure red. Tyler was hers. Has been from the very moment she was brought into existence. She owned him, and she did not fucking share. Unfortunate They say such a shame, I turned out this way A maniac Well, yeah I get manic when I cause a panic

The grotty Police station was draining Wednesday by this point. The fact that nobody saw Tyler’s wrongdoing was ridiculous, and the fact that this was how it was bound to end sent her reeling. They’d never know she was right. She was so close, it almost made her smile. 

She just wanted to get back to Nevermore. Find some solid proof, if it wasn’t Tyler’s kidnapping there had to be something else. But then she heard the footsteps following her on the tile floor, as she turned to see him asking his father for a moment alone with her. Her heart rate kicked up from it’s usually barely dead beat.

He walked closer, slowly. Drawing it out.

“What do you want.” Give him nothing. 

“To, ask a question..” He still sounds adorable, unsure of where he is going with this. Colour her ensnared. She glares, waiting for him to continue on, “What does it feel like?” 

“What does what feel like?” He could’ve been referencing anything. How did his torture feel? Incredible, but she wasn’t going to say that here of all places. That could wait for when they were alone together next. How did it feel to think he was guilty, when he was innocent? It didn’t feel like anything, because she already knew the truth. No guilt tripping an Addams. His eyes still hadn’t left hers, like he’d stolen them from a young dog and put them in his skull.

“To lose?” Her heart dropped.

Yes. This was it. The excitement she had been waiting for. Finally he had shown her, and she was basking in his filth. She had hardly lost, she felt giddy. Like a little girl with her first Guillotine. 

His waking up naked, covered in blood as she’d seen in her vision. How at first he was clueless and terrified, but slowly leant into his madness. Revelling in his bloodshed. Tasting the fear of his victims. Wednesday wanted to ruin him. Slice his skin off of his body and meet his truest self. Watching him confess, this was not the boy he had pretended to be. No, this one was far more exciting. The evil little monster that lived inside him, she wanted to rip him apart and salvage the taste. Hear his moans, cover him. 

He grew impossibly closer, and Wednesday was slightly thankful he couldn’t see her thighs quiver. She was excited for the first time, just awful timing. He pulls her close, whispering into her ear.  “You have no idea what’s coming.”

And of course I'm excited when I see you around

Tyler’s refuge was nothing like a vacation. Living in the woods as the winter approached heavily. It was cold. Everything was cold. He deserved it. Laurel was dead, cold as ice under the frozen ground. Tyler knew this for a fact as he checked the grave religiously. He wasn’t sure whether the Hyde simply missed it’s forced Master, or whether he was so petrified of showing up and it being gone. Her coming back, controlling him again. The thought made him want to vomit in fear. Being away from Wednesday was his real struggle. The Hyde missed her, too. Nothing from his old life existed anymore, except her. And God, of all the things he committed, she would know how it felt. Wednesday would never hurt him, never judge his actions. She’d uplift them in a sickening way that made him feel warm from the inside out. So, he did what every lovesick teenager does. He stalked her. Tyler watches her from the tree line, making sure she is as well and perfect as ever. Where he first saw a strange yet beautiful girl demanding a quad, he now sees nothing short of a God. A walking Deity he is forced to protect from afar, if anything happened to her, Tyler knew what he would do. Paint the town with her killers blood. Make them scream and beg for forgiveness before taking their life slowly, painfully. He’d take her corpse, of course, keep it with him until she is nothing but bones. He would always protect her.  You leave me high and dry A rush comes to my mind

It comes in Second Year, when Wednesday returns from the Summer, that Tyler refocuses. He, with a stroke of luck, enrols at Nevermore. To stop the bloodshed that could take place unless he was taken in. Wednesday is overjoyed, her favourite little monster can finally return to her life. The first time they see each other again is electric. A knock comes to the dorm Enid and Wednesday share in Ophelia Hall, as the wolf’s ears prick up. She knows immediately, but so does Wednesday.

The door opens, and shows Him. In all his glory. Taller than she remembers, bulkier too. There’s a new look in his eye now, she notes, potentially from his solitary ways of life since the incidents with Crackstone. His hair is still curly and soft, reflecting golden hues under the dim light of the hallway. But his smile is what breaks her, gentle and welcoming even after everything. A hint of madness in the crook of his smirk. Enid excuses herself, presumedly off to tell Yoko.

At the drops Of blood you leave behind

Not a word is spoken, both parties too enamoured with the other to ruin the heavy air of anticipation. Wednesday stands, walking towards him and bringing him into the room. He closes the door, before turning around and seeing her appear inches away from his face. He melts. “What were you thinking.” Wednesday isn’t sure which problem she is referring to, but she’s going to go with the fact that he is here. In her dorm. Alone. With that look. What has he been thinking, allowing himself to be controlled by someone who wasn’t her? Fuck.

“I wasn’t, Wednesday.” He replies immediately, his voice darker than the last time they conversed. It makes her veins twist in her arms deliciously. “I wasn’t thinking, I felt compelled.” “Before you even think about it, I will not be your new Master.” The thought sent shivers through her, she shouldn’t be allowed that power. “I will abuse the power.” Tyler scoffs at this, like she’s preaching to the choir. “What, are you going to break me against my will? Use me as a slave to carry out your whims? Commit atrocities against anyone you want?” He asks, every question grows gruffer. He’s not teasing, he’s asking. He’s whining. He wants her to do these things.

“I don’t need to be your master to make you do any of those things. I do not need to be your master for you to be mine.” Wednesday says, matter-of-factly, “You belong to me. You always have been.”

These words hit him differently, like bullets hitting him in the knees. He’s weak, he’s shaking in front of her pitifully. He wants her to kill him, to bleed him dry and drink it up. To use him until he no longer remembers his own name. He whimpers a soft “Please”, but it’s lost against her lips that clash with his own. Tyler moans into it, his legs going weak and collapsing beneath him. But Wednesday has him, anchoring him against her and keeping him up. She knows him so well.

Run as you might, my love will never, ever Stop

He’s pushed to the bed, he is in pure agony. It’s bliss. Everything she does wrecks his brain, the traipse of her lips on the crook of his neck, the biting of her teeth breaking his skin. Wednesday, a macabre conductor, pulling torturous whines and pleas from him with her ministrations upon his body. She pushes their bodies together, in his lap, Tyler sees stars. It happens so quickly that he never catches up, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as his hands explore his love’s thighs. It’s all he can bring himself to do as the waves of pain and pleasure crash over him. 

“Wednesday, please.” He cries, “I submit. I’m all yours. Use me.” She stops, coming away from his neck to meet his eyes. Wednesday’s spindly hand wraps fully around the expanse of his throat, and yep, now he’s in heaven. Tyler is the vision of submission, and Wednesday cannot bring herself to stop. His messy hair, eyes blown wide with lust so far you couldn’t even see the blue. His skin is flushed and bruised, his neck nearly bleeding. “Good”, she thinks, “Nobody else will ever forget who he truly belongs to.”

The Red means I love you Tasting your blood means I love you The Red means I love you The Red means I love you

FIN.

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snow is fallin, all around you (wednesday x tyler)

Tyler’s mother had loved Christmas, always forced his excitable young self and his grouchy father out into the snow to play for hours on end. One of the rare times he’d seen his father truly smile, playing with him and his mother as snowflakes fell. But now those memories washed over him like a bucket of ice water, drowning any warm feelings that he may have felt.  Christmas was a time of dread in the Galpin household, his father bought him presents that he would pretend to enjoy out of sympathy, which would then never be touched again after Boxing Day. They’d sit there in silence as ill-fitting Christmas music played over a shitty stereo, his father drinking as Tyler looked at the pictures on the wall for a way out.  Morticia and Gomez’ invitation to the Addam’s Estate for the winter came at the most excellent time. His father had been cold, excuse the pun, since the investigation was closed and he had been protected from the authorities. Maybe his son committing such atrocities, or even him having to go against his own law book, had been enough for him to somewhat disown Tyler in his mind. Let alone the sheriff’s distaste for a certain black-haired beauty that may or may not have been his new master.

So, he went to the Addams’. For a family so backwards in the most eccentric way, their celebration was truly wonderful. Seeing Wednesday’s parents under the mistletoe, watching Pugsley wrap fairy lights around Thing so hard he lost circulation on his index. Even Wednesday got into the spirit for her family.  “Christmas is the celebration of false religion and commercialism. Nothing says Happy Birthday to God like buying out the Christmas decoration section at Walmart, or making silly little gingerbread men you’re bound to decapitate. I’d simply rather cut out the middle man, the middle man being Jesus, and decapitate the Ginger bastards on my own time.” Wednesday ranted, pacing back and forth. Tyler simply watched this outcry occur, noting this may have been the most she had ever spoken at one interval. Enid would’ve piped up if she’d been there, stepping in to at least try and defend the Christmas Spirit that laid dormant in her until November. Tyler hoped it was Wednesday becoming comfortable around him, but he assumed she simply really hated the Holidays. Probably as she was destined to return home, without him. 

Then seeing him turn up after Lurch had vanished for a few hours, collecting him from Jericho and landing him on the doorstep like a present from Krampus himself. Wednesday refused the smile that begged to take her lips, simply grabbing him and pulling him into the house and into her arms. He looked beautiful, his face and skin tinged red from the cold. She smelt intoxicating, he thought to himself in her embrace, like gasoline and cinnamon. He’d pay for not telling her Morticia’s plan sooner, but right now she just wanted to bask in his presence without thinking of homicide.  Satan, he had changed her. She loved thinking of homicide at the holidays. Waking up in Wednesday’s coffin, he noticed the heat that radiated from her form. Curled up around him, like a black cat. Arms still crossed over her chest, like that would change regardless of her sleeping state. A soft grin formed over his face, bringing his digits to unplait her hair from the night before. He’d had much practise now with her iconic braids, how to gently untangle them so he could redo it soon after. Standing behind her as she watched him in the mirror, instructing him what part of hair needed to go where. He got the hang of it, a self-proclaimed quick learner when it came to her commands. Nothing got her more than watching him focusing so heavily on her hair, then seeing his head duck to her neck, nipping and biting in a way that makes her positively shudder. She wakes up at his fingers grazing her scalp, and as soon as her eyes open to meet his he is back at square one again. Even the Hyde is humming in content, his Master looking up at him. The Hyde felt protected, safe. All because of the small little human. 

“Morning, monster.” He said affectionately, voice still dripping with sleep. It was a low rumble in his chest, next to his love’s ear. Tyler felt her shift at the nickname, making him feel somewhat more secure. “Morning.” Wednesday replies curtly, still not breaking the eye contact. She still couldn’t bring herself to call him a nickname, blaming the PTSD from her parents. His hands run through her long hair, coming up to rest behind her nack and cradle her face. Giving her a soft kiss, both their hearts skip the same beat. Suddenly, the door to Wednesday’s childhood room breaks open. Uncle Fester and Pugsley run in, babbling excitedly as their heavy footsteps reverberate through the wood of the coffin. Tyler jumps. Wednesday hides a grin.  “Do you mind? Pugsley, if you forget your manners again when coming in here I will not hesitate to reteach you.” The little boy grinned at the thought. He’d missed their waterboarding sessions while she was away. “Excuse the intrusion, stormcloud!” Fester booms, “It’s snowing and the little blister wanted you and Tyler to play.” Play? Who does Pugsley think his sister is, defective? Before a word can come from her lips to send the two on their way, Tyler pipes up with a look Wednesday had not yet seen in his eyes. “It’s snowing?” He questions Pugsley, all but vibrating with excitement. Tyler jumps to his feet from the coffin, leaving Wednesday feeling suddenly cold, and runs to the windows. Her brother and her boyfriend rip either windows’ curtains apart, pulling a hiss from Wednesday at the sudden light in the room. So many distractions at the Addams’ house, she noted. The three boys are jumping in excitement, and Wednesday’s heart does melt. Only a small bit. Her uncle and brother run to find Gomez and Morticia, leaving the two in the room alone once more. “I never knew you liked the snow so much,” Wednesday questioned. “It makes sense.” He truly was a little golden retriever, it should have made her stomach churn. Standing up and slinking her way to his standing dorm, she watches his stance reduce to fit hers. His cheeks reddened in a way she adored, so sweetly. “Our family used to be really big on Christmas.” She didn’t need to know how deep the scar ran. “I missed it, is all.” Understatement of the year, and she can see it. Of course she can, she can feel it. Every-time he lies or tells a half-truth, she gets it out of him in record time. Wednesday chose not to pry for once, instead wrapping her arms around his waist and watching him fully sink into her form. Feeling his warmth once again.  “It just so happens that your new family is just as big on Christmas,” Tylers eyes lit up, “So you make me a coffee, we’ll get ready, and I’ll run you through the rules of the Addams Graveyard Snow Fight.” She instructed. He litters small pecks all over her face and she tries desperately not to let the skin flush. Her efforts are in vain.  “Yes Wednesday.” He smiles, eyes flashing a second of golden yellow at the command. And for a second, just a small one, Tyler feels at home again. In this strange house that creaks like its breathing, with his girlfriend who has slowly let the ice of her exterior melt for him. It’s not what he was used to, but god was it needed.

“Good boy.” The nickname awakes death moths in his stomach, clawing their way through the skin. Tyler smirks, simply scooping the smaller being into his arms and running through the house. Wednesday protests, hitting his chest and demanding to be let down, but he just laughs. Carrying her bridal style through the family home’s twisting halls, past her parents room. The elder couple do not say a word, sharing a look they know all too well. Their little storm cloud has found her thunder.

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stalkers and letters (wednesday x tyler)

To.. you know who you are. I don’t feel need to spell it out- figuratively or literally. Because of course you’re going to know I wrote this all for you. Are you aware of the dent in the side of my skull you’ve left me with? Are you aware of how often your voice collides with my train of thought before running it off the the tracks with the whisper of “come back come back come back come back come

DING. Thank you, whatever Demon heard her sanity slipping from so far up. Clearly she was reeling in her own thoughts and the Deity decided they were sick of it. God knows she was. This behaviour was beneath her, almost sickening to her stomach. Sitting up a little straighter in the squeaky chair, she readjusted the typewriter and continued. Not before looking around the room to herself. Her peripheral vision was never to be trusted, especially given the fact she was truly loosing her mind. Let alone his presence, it never stopped weighing on her. Playing tricks, as he always did.,

My point is, you know why I’m writing this. You feel this burning in your stomach the way I do, don’t you? This is no trap, before you begin to plot your averagely mediocre revenge you won’t carry through with. I mean it, about both of those topics. There is a bond that has been forged, and it disgusts me and intrigues me at the same time. Like the most beautiful blade stabbing through a jugular before it can be properly awed over.

She references the bond in question as her teeth catch her lower lip, until it punctures and slowly drips blood down her chin. It does not phase her, she thinks she can feel it dry on the pale skin in stark contrast. Maybe the scent of it will bring him closer. Out damned spot. How did he look nowadays? Was he more monster than human? The thought sends a pleasant chill down her spine. As much as Tyler was sweet, that was all he had to offer. Wednesday has never been one for a sweet tooth. Not to sound interested in the monster only, but the mixture of these two very separate entities created a specimen that Wednesday couldn’t help but obsess over. And that, is truly scary. She cannot stop thinking.

She wants to spectate his darkest horrors. Watch him sleep. See his eyes as he awakes and looks upon her, looking up to her.  She assumes through second-hand knowledge on such species similar, that when forced out of a domestic environment that a Hyde should typically reign in control of the host. Nature v Nurture, in some form. And looking at facts, nobody would willingly harbour such a beast. No friends in Jericho, or Nevermore. Not even his father would want to see his face. So why does she ponder on it so often? She should despise it, feel ill at the thought of him dripping with blood with that look in his eye. The twitch in his typically never-faulting smirk. She wishes she could pretend it didn’t send a lurch of something through her veins. She pushes on, refusing to name the rush.

I feel you pulling me. I hate to say it as much as you will hate to hear it but, I cannot be near you. Will not be near you, let alone return your clear displays of affection. By the way, I would appreciate it you returned the belongings you borrowed. 

Okay, even Wednesday was quick to admit that stalking was never a good  display of affection. It’s a bad trait even for her to admire. She believes he wears “I would kill or be killed for you, in a second’s hesitation.” very, very well. The thought of him, sitting all alone, watching her intently as his only form of entertainment was a good enough punishment, and sated whatever she still clearly felt for him. Knowing she was still on his mind somehow made her feel more powerful. He would praise her, whether she allowed it or not. But then he begun pushing. Entering her room as she attended class, smelling things, putting his Hyde-y claws all over her belongings. She felt the presence, saw when her Cello was a centimetre out of place. It wasn’t welcome, well that was what Enid heard of it anyway. She enjoyed he was becoming braver, but she would’ve preferred the danger toward Enid’s safety. She was on his List too.

I could have forgiven murder, Tyler. I probably would have enjoyed it if I’d have been given the chance to, you know that. But, what you did to Eugene was unacceptable. And for all things Unholy, you tricked me. As disgusted as I am to admit it, I was somewhat impressed. The knife wound in my chest that you have left is dreadfully infected at this point, but then again you never truly cared for me. Only what your Master required me for. It’s just typical, the one time I let my guard down. You will not be as lucky next time. Lesson learned, Galpin.

Yes, lesson truly learned. Next time a sweet, boy-next-door type begins to remember her coffee order and look at her the way he did and takes her for dates in crypts in order to steal and manipulate- she’ll remember to blow him up with the largest grenade she could possibly source. God- she’s still proud! This is what she deserves. The crushing torture, being so close yet so disgustingly far from her goal. From her possession. 

You’re probably the only person for me- and that’s the thing that’s the most crushing. Take yourself out of the equation and assume it’s literally any other person with somewhat murderous/psychotic intentions, and this would have been perfect. Incredibly so. But the facade no longer holds itself the way you could have held me. I am truly meant to be alone. If I ever thought of a way out of this measly problem- it could have been you. But this is His way, I must walk alone. Like Goody, to the dark hallway at the end of the tunnel. 

Her eyes feel wet- how strange. She hadn’t blinked, she was sure. That impulse to blink, let alone cry, was wiped years ago. It was unneeded, and how much do you think you miss in the blink of an eye? More than you’ll ever know. But that’s a different can of worms on Wednesday’s shelf. Goody was right, most definitely. This silly little dalliance she felt with potential romance was nothing more than that- silly. That was not the path paved for her, and since when had she been interested in staying on a single path? Love was far too committed, far too all-consuming. But then the question is poised, why was it so enticing?

When Wednesday loved, she loved hard. She loved Nero, took so much prides that the walks they took together faced him with his untimely death. She loved her family, maybe that’s why they were so off-the-wall. She loved Tyler the most though. The way she thought about him late at night was nearly surgical, imagining where she could take her scalpel to his skin. What colour he would bleed, if any blood emerged at all. How would he react to the blade, would he hiss in pain? Or would he whine, push into the pain until it mixes with pleasure and-

 Wednesday’s spiral into insanity was sure to be more timely, all because of some silly little Hyde. She didn’t even want to think about the Laurel of it all, him having a Master all that time. The fool had the sole of Wednesday’s boot destined for her fate- she just wished she had more time to be creative. It wasn’t something we wanted to expand on, once again so she didn’t loose her fucking mind, but she deemed Tyler hers. Her property, her boy.

Anyway, I must go, I have various other mysteries to solve and many other coffee shops to scout out since the Wethervane lost its interest. However, if you do read this, know my brother has an indescribable interest in Psychopaths but has worn weary of his discoveries of me. He says you’re welcome to come to our home, so he can discuss the topics with you personally. Mother and Father agree it could be good to give him a new role model. I’m backed into a corner. 

If you do show up to this invite, please know I will be waiting for it. For you. With my sharpest weapon, every poison you could imagine, and only the heaviest lust to see your head placed on our welcome gate.

Yours. 

Ripping the paper from the typewriters’ gasp, Wednesday wants to throw herself from the large window to her side and twenty feet down into the concrete sea of stone below. She’s disgusted in herself- then again, when isn’t she?

Looking to the window once more, a shadow slinks into the corner of her eye. Slowly turning her head, Wednesday discovers this shadow has a body. Tall, scrawny. Turning her intense stare upwards, meeting the glass panes, she sees a set of eyes in the fogged window. Glaring. Yearning. A look of undeniable excitement, and disconcerting insanity. There’s that pull again.

Speak of the devil and he may appear. 

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and so i return to tumblr for yet another hyperfixation to rule my life

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WEDNESDAY (2022) Episode 8: “A Murder Of Woes”

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She took the midnight train going anywhere

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i think its time to finally confess…… im miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips hit me with your sweet love steal me with a kiss im miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips im gonna be your bubblegum bitch