#Adopted Tyler
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I Thought Of You
Jason Todd X Reader
Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, whump, past child neglect and drug overdose mentioning
Words:1478
Tyler panicked as he calls his Dad's girlfriend after his Dad loses conscious....
Tyler's hands shake as he unlocked his dad's phone. He began to stutter as he went to his recent calls. Inside his recent phone calls was Alfred from 3 days ago and Y/N today. He quickly called her thinking of her first.
-"hey-- Tyler is that you baby?.." he couldn't calm down "shh shh shh it's OK deep breaths baby" she cooed Tyler listened to her taking deep breaths "good job buddy. Now tell me what's wrong? Are you ok? Where's Jason?"
"it's-it's Jay he fell on the floor and he won't get up and I don't think he can hear me" the young child cried.
Y/N's heart falls as she rushes to get her keys
"ok baby don't panic, don't worry. I'm coming right now. Did he hit his head on anything? A hard object of any kind?" she asked "what happened during patrol?"
"no he just fell onto the floor. We were on patrol and he breathed in fear toxin but he had the antidote! I'm really really scared Y/N"
She, stayed on the phone with Tyler while driving to their house. She parks in their driveway. She quickly cuts the engine.
"ok Tyler I'm here I'm coming inside right now it's gonna be OK" she softly said hearing him crying
"o-ok"
She, hangs up slamming her car door shut, running into the house. With much haist Y/N came inside and shuts the door behind her. She sees Jason laying on the living room floor. He was barely coherent only able to try desperately to keep himself from passing out. Tyler was sitting on the floor beside his dad. Y/N runs to him and moved to her knees. She leans to his nose hearing a shallow breath, and then to his chest.
"his breathing is small but he's OK.. Let's put him onto the couch"
Y/N moved her arms through around his chest lifting Jason onto the couch. Jason sits on the couch as he began shivering from the intense heat. Somehow he knew he was OK. Tyler stood close by trying to keep his tears back.
Y/N leaned close to Jason feeling his forehead that feels as if he has a fever. She rubs his burning forehead.
He began blinking his vision blurred. He had his eyes half open to only barely see her deeply worried face.
"... Y/N?..." he slurred
"shh I'm here. You're safe honey just try to relax, ok? I'm right here Jason" she ensures
Hearing her voice, he knew for sure he was safe. That his little boy is safe. That she is safe.
Y/N took off his jacket following by his shirt. Tyler helped her by taking his shoes and socks off. She then undid his belt.
"can you try to stand with me" she gently said
Jason gave her sloppy nod. She helped him stand onto his feet. He gently applied his weight on her so he wouldn't fall. She pushed his jeans down to his ankles. She holds onto him while Jason's legs shake slightly stepping out of his jeans and was now only wearing his boxers. Y/N motions him to lay on the couch.
She inspected Jason in great detail.. She still sees no injuries which meant it was the fear toxin and not a wound.
"Tyler can you run and get me the medical bag from his room?"
"on it!" Tyler promised running to get the bag
Tyler returned with the bag. She opens it finding the thermometer, she places it in his mouth. She ran her knuckles through his hair. The thermometer began beeping. She takes it from his mouth.
"102. 5" she sighed.
"that's bad..." Tyler said shakily
She touches his am sweetly "oh don't worry baby he'll be OK"
"I'm glad you're here" he said as his eyes were starting to swell
She kissed Tyler's head knowing exactly what was going through the poor child's mind. Jason had told how his mother had overdosed a week before he adopted him.
As Jason slept Tyler left to get another blanket for his Dad... She uses her spy-contacts to tell Batman that the fear toxin had been modified to have a stronger effect and to cause fevers. He then thanked her for the information and asked how his son was.
As she responded to Bruce. Jason softly groaned mumbling a barely audible words as they slurred. She leans close to him kissing his cheek.
"I'm right here" she reminds him fearing his was having a nightmare
He didn't listen as kept trying to say what his heart was screaming to say.. She listened carefully to him. She nearly gasps hearing what he said. He leans into her touch basking in her presence he never wants to stray away from.
"ma... Ary.. Me.. Y/N" he slurred.
Y/N gasps her eyes start to shake. She scolds herself for externally freaking out. They had discussed marriage.. But she didn't expect him to say anything now.. He probably is emotional from the intense fever. Jason may not even remember this..
"I.." she didn't mind saying yes twice or even more times "yes I will marry you"
She kissed him and is then nearly tackled from Tyler. The red-headed boy began to cry. She then to lost control as she hugged him. She holds Jason's hand. Tyler's embrace gave her all the reassurance she needed. Soon thereafter Jason in a slurred speech told Tyler to get the ring..
Hours later. Tyler and Y/N began making soup for Jason for when he gets hungry. They had just finished baking cookies and we're enjoying it so much they decided to keep at it.
Jason gently stirs in his sleep he blinks several times. He feels the weighted blanket on him and the cool rag on his forehead. His body feels weak as he turns his head, his headache became worse.
He blinks again to see Y/N's phone on his coffee table. Then he began to allow panic to settle into his heart. Where were they?
"Y/N!! Tyler!!" Jason quickly moves his covers wincing from the sharp pain to his head from the horrible migraine.
He quickly moved to his feet but as he stands his knees try to buckle beneath him. He heavily breathed trying to keep from falling just as she came running to him. She rushed to Jason to keep him from falling.
"what are you doing Babe?!"
She then understand the answer of her question seeing the panic in his wavered breath. He let out a helpless cry shedding a tear. He began to stutter as he feels her arms finally wrap around his neck.
Jason heavily breathed in and out of his mouth. He hugged her tightly unable to calm down through his breath. He buried his heart wrenching face within the crook of her neck. She gently guided him back to couch sitting him down. Jason clings to her waist as he began to cry.
"shh we're here. Tyler's ok, I'm ok, you're OK" she whispered
She holds his fearful face in her hands. He holds her wrist his face clenched tightly. She kissed him wiping his tears away. Just then a smaller pair of feet come into the room.
"daddy" Tyler cautiously said
"son" Jason gasped with a wavered breath.
Tyler approaches him touching his face. Jason's heart couldn't bear the thought of never seeing his little boy. Never seeing his love.. His heart made his arms weaken more as they try to hold onto his son. Tyler hugged Jason, sweetly rubbing his Dad's back. Jason moved his arm to move Y/N into their embrace.
Jason then truly realized.. It was just a nightmare.
As Jason started to feel his body calm down and his migraine feel less intense. The two sit beside him. They're ok, he remind himself. He saw the light hit the diamond on her finger.
".. Is that... Did I" Jason was in shock yet again.
"You *ahem* did" she nervously answered
"you said yes! You said yes!!" he hugs her, laying his head on her chest "oh shit Y/N I wanted to be perfect to what you deserved. I'm so happy you said yes.."
"oh oh I made cookies and soup with Y/N's help of course I'll go get it" Tyler grinned running off
"ok buddy" Jason chuckled. He softly laughs seeing his clothes on the floor "did we uh"
"no we did not pervert" she laughs kissing his head
"well at least I'll remember when we do" he sits up and pulls her into his lap "I owe you big time then, huh? I get a damn fever and propose to you. I had a whole weekend planned for you"
"I'm happy where ever I am with you and our little boy" she smiled to him
Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar
#Whump! Jason#marriage proposal#Jason Todd X Reader#tyler blue hood#Tyler Todd#Adopted Tyler#Dad Jason Todd#Fluff#Fever#drug overdose#only mentioned#batfamily#good dad bruce wayne#Fevers#fear toxin#Whump#Comfort#suggestive content
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Charlotte, their adopted kid 🗣🗣❗️❗️
I decided to add information cuz yes
#sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard webtoon#sbg#sbg tyler#sbg logan#Logan x Tyler#Yo is that their adopted kid !?
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Tyler: What are you wearing?
Wednesday wearing a robber mask*: You said to wear a mask, right? So I came with a mask.
Tyler: Yes, to protect yourself from COVID-19, not to rob a bank!
Tyler turns to Ajax wearing a spiderman mask*: AND WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?
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nooo but the dads telling one fun fact about their sons 🥺 nico wanting to be a world diver champion; uncle Curtis being colourblind (me too king); dawson being handy and creative and building a damn shed (that’s my son!!), and tyler ravioli and his rollerblades… this is everything to me
#new jersey devils#nico hischier#my cap and fellow cap <3#curtis lazar#dawson mercer#my adopted newfie son#tyler toffoli
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People, when the Doctor / Ten picked up on Rose's accent (thus picking up a form of her manner of speaking) : Oh my god ! It's so romantic !
VS
People, when the Doctor / Tentoo took over a bit of Donna's voice - way of speaking / more concretely just one expression : Oh my god ! He became half Donna ! He's not the Doctor !
Me :
#tentoo#the metacrisis doctor#metacrisis doctor#doctor metacrisis#donna noble#rose tyler#the doctor adopting the manners of his companions#the christmas invasion#journey's end#doctor who#the doctor#the tenth doctor#the 10th doctor#ten#tentoorose#tenrose#tentoo and donna are brother and sister#tentoo x rose
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the thing about me is... i will write little vignettes. putting rose tyler in situations and whatnot. via dimension hopper, naturally.
this takes place right before that ending scene in the garden in the giggle. rated g, gen. rose-centric, guest starring the best dad, shaun temple. to read on ao3:
the happy landing
The scrapes and aches of the warzone she left behind—a world falling out of orbit, a catastrophic end after eons of civilisation—are fresh, and so are the smudges around her eyes. Tears still mingle with days-old mascara. And yet, when she jumps again, it's into the most beautiful summer day she can imagine.
She doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t even know where she expects to be. But the sky is scrubbed clean by recent rain, the forgiving soil dark beneath her boots. In her periphery, all is green.
Her first breath is dizzyingly rich, verdant and sultry with growth and flourishing. Not even the lingering taste of ash can taint its wholesomeness. As she sucks in oxygen like she's been starved of it, her legs give way with the force of her headrush, and she manages to catch herself against a nearby stone wall.
She is in a garden, somewhere.
Ivy tickles her fingertips, and she wants to dig her hands into it. Wants to fall to her knees and bury herself in this clean, perfect dirt. Instead, she takes several more measured breaths. She swipes away her tears and stands straight. And when she finally feels she must, Rose moves.
The garden is sprawling, bigger than the kinds she’s seen attached to posh city houses, so she can guess this must be the countryside. A countryside, anyway.
All her senses—even the ones she's only just begun to explore—tingle with the sense that this is right, this is Earth. This is home. But she pins down fledgling hopes before they can take flight. She’s been wrong before. Can’t be too careful.
Her nose pricks with the realisation that there's a fire somewhere close; she mistook it, at first, for the staleness of the world she's just left behind, but this is a warmer, more cheerful fire. It sizzles with a different kind of burning. A barbecue, her nose identifies before her brain can properly catch up. Someone is close, and cooking outside.
Her stomach pangs with hunger. The last thing she can clearly recall eating was a ration bar, guiltily nicked from a bunker on her way to the last human outpost. That was more than a day ago. Possibly longer.
As she walks through the expansive garden, following an emergent trail of smoke, she toys briefly with trying to identify the flowers she sees: there are so many, a vivid patchwork, and they'd certainly tell her something about where she's landed if she knew them. But she never had the chance to become a green thumb, in her past life or this one. She recognises the plants only vaguely, pausing at intervals to tip her nose toward one open bloom or other.
The sweet scents tickle her nose until she sneezes. It's loud, ricocheting all over the stone, echoing in the big open sky.
Rose goes perfectly still.
Over the garden wall, she hears a voice. “Hello?”
Wincing, she follows the curve of the wall for a few more steps, but the path has turned to gravel, and each crunch just makes her more aware of her own noise.
There's a scraping sound, probably tongs or something over a grill. “That you, Mel?” It sounds like a man. “If it is, you've come too early. Sylvia won't let me open the wine ���til the brisket's done, and I can't get the brisket done ‘til I manage to scrape this infernal tofu off the rack. No idea how you’re s'posed to barbecue the stuff—it's like glue!”
By the time he's done talking, she's had time to round the bend more fully, where she comes upon an open wooden gate, waist high, looking in on another smaller garden.
It's a lovely, sequestered place, more tame and shaded than the relative wilderness she's wandered so far. There's a kind of pergola up overhead, laced through with vines. Grapes hang from them in bunches. And she's never been a particularly religious person, but she is imaginative, and this is not totally unlike how she used to picture the Garden of Eden.
Except for the barbecue, of course.
And the man in an apron that says Kiss the Cook, tongs in hand, staring blankly at her.
“Hello,” she says, giving a little wave. She tries and fails to imagine how she looks to this stranger, with tear tracks still down her face, coated in another planet’s dust.
“Hello.” He doesn't seem particularly suspicious of her. More like… curious. His eyes are dark brown, and kind, and observant, too. He looks like someone's father.
“Sorry, I was just… I was on a walk, and I got a bit turned around. What street is this?”
The man snorts. He looks less like someone's father and more like Mickey when she's bothering him now. “Oh, I dunno, probably la rue Something-or-Other. France, my wife says, she wants a little cottage holiday in the south of France. Mind you, none of us speak a word, and I need a map to find the nearest petrol station, it’s embarrassing! Would never happen to me in London.”
“France,” she repeats, smile blooming in wonder. “This is France?”
“Where exactly did you walk from?” His laugh is less baffled than she might have expected.
“Long way off,” she replies. “I'm on a sort of… journey.”
“Ah,” the man says wisely, with a shake of his tongs at her. “Gap year, is it? You're on walkabout. You lose your duffle?”
She nods. “Fell in the sea.” The lie comes easily, because it’s something she supposes she would do. Or something the Doctor would do, she thinks wistfully. Get caught up in an adventure and lose all his gadgets to the depths of the Mediterranean.
“Oh, that's rough luck. No offense, though, but don't say anything like that too loud near my daughter—it’s my worst fear, honestly, my Rose wandering off with nothing but a pack and a map.” He gives a visible parody of a shudder. “Not that she's exactly the type, you know, but kids change as they grow up, don’t they? You can never tell.”
Her smile only brightens further. So he is a father. And a good one, far as she can tell. She can tell by how his eyes crinkle up.
She asks, “Your daughter's called Rose?” He nods, and really, what are the odds? “So am I!”
The man isn't quite finished in his examination of her, that much is clear, but at the sound of her name, his eyes undergo a further softening. He sets his tongs aside and rubs his hands together.
“That's a funny coincidence,” he says. Then, in another moment, he seems to settle on something. “Look, why don't you join us for dinner? My family's all here, and I don't know how long you've been walking, but you're a pretty long way off from anywhere. I'm Shaun, by the way,” he adds with a self-deprecating smile at his own perceived rudeness. “Shaun Temple.”
Rose doesn't hesitate a bit. She is drawn by the scents of home, by a home more home than home. The effortless clarity of the sky, and the bees buzzing mildly... It’s like paradise.
She begins to feel every moment like the past few days of blood and loss and darkness are really going, gone, slipping off her shoulders, leaving her almost—very nearly—light.
“It's lovely to meet you, Shaun,” she says. It’s true. He is lovely to meet. She’s sure his wife will be just as lovely, and his daughter Rose, and whoever Mel is. “I'm Rose Tyler.”
And she steps into the garden.
#this is probably full of mistakes but idc i had to share my vision#i just think! shaun and rose would have a very good bond right away#and that he'd sort of become her adopted prime universe dad. but that's for later stories (if anyone wants to hear them)#dw fic#rose tyler#shaun temple#dimension hopping rose#fic and chips#doctor who#abbey writes#at this point my inability to think of tags is just becoming embarrassing
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Enid: just be yourself
Tyler: “Just be myself”? I have one day to win Wednesday’s parents over. How long did it take before you lot started liking me?
Ajax: A couple of weeks
Yoko: A few months
Bianca: Jury’s still out
Tyler: “Be myself.” What kind of garbage advice is that?
#source: b99#plot twist they would adopt him at sight#tyler galpin#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#bianca barclay#ajax petropolus#yoko tanaka#wednesday 2022#wednesday x tyler#wednesday netflix#incorrect wednesday quotes#wyler
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they took robo golfing. i love charity
#i think i have captioned a post like this exactly like this before#but it’s true#weird dynamics bc segs has adopted robo but like#they r both in love with wedge. so .#dallas stars#jason robertson#scott wedgewood#tyler seguin#sam steel#i guess .
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Constance Marie for Tyler’s birth-mom.
Richard’s father wanted to keep their family image “clean” because of that Richard paid off Tyler’s mom and forced Carol to adopt Tyler upon birth.
@hydesjackiespuddinpop
#yes I’m back on my Tyler was adopted by Carol thoughts lol#Tyler Lockwood#tvd#the vampire diaries#let’s name her Elise for now#this also stemmed from the Kb discord shenanigans lol
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Only few good things that resulted from yesterday (twm sdcc panel 2022) ;
1. Hoechlin proving he still today is a sterek and stiles fanboy!! Never change haha. Hopefully he gets to work with dylan again soon, though not on sth teenwolf related cuz fuk jd and tp
2. How the trailer motivated us sterek, Derek and stiles fans to create even more fanart and fanfics and fanedits to rewrite what we just saw and also to console each other after making us watch that garbage. It motivated me to write a little fic, though not related to the movie.
3. Fandom coming together again (as we always do) to tear down this trash movie, and jd and tp's lies.
4. Fandom embracing sterek baby Eli again!🥺 The "you look like mommy, baby" tweets were very spot on. Though I am split on who birthed Eli bc both are valid and great options. Or even adopting him or rescuing him from hunters or so.
#sterek#teen wolf movie#teen wolf#tyler hoechlin#derek hale#stiles stilinski#eli hale#my text post#Sterek fandom is great!#Anti Jeff and anti posey#Feel free to add more if you can think of anything :)#Vince went to ian/bby Derek's school of adopting someone else's mannerisms perfectly lol#eli stilinski hale
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look at my eight kids!!
#well. technically caleb v would be an adopted kid. being a townie and all#but look at themmm#look at the blorbos from my brain#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#sims#simblr#rose legacy extra#breeze nsb legacy extra#oc: rory#*caleb#oc: ross#oc: sharon#oc: tyler#oc: bianca#oc: caleb#oc: callias
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31 days of Ficmas - Doctorrose, day 9.
Prompt: Biscuits/Cookies
@doctorroseprompts
Rose and the Doctor were curled up together on the sofa, tea and coco on the table next to them alongside a collection of various cookies from planets they'd been to and some Jammie Dodgers- which the Doctor had insisted upon.
The film playing in front of them was the Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. They'd seen it together in theaters in his last body, but there was something so nice about just staying in and watching a movie. Treats piled high as you were under the blankets.
At a certain point Rose could hear someone walking through the TARDIS hallway, probably Nardole come to tell them they have to return to their responsibility of guarding the vault. Nevermind the fact it's the holidays.
So, when the media room door creaked open, Rose opened her mouth. Fully prepared to tell Nardole that he can piss off because it is the holidays and bloody hell she is going to spend it with her husband!
And so, she was more then a bit surprised when Bill came in. A cuppa in her hands, "Uh- Rose. I can't find any cookies or biscuits, do you..." her voice trailed off as she (presumably) spotted all of the cookies piled on the table.
Rose smiled, "Sorry. And also- how many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Gran'?"
Laughing Bill waved her hand, "Alright, alright. Sorry Gran."
"Much better."
Bill walked closer, careful not to spill her drink on the floor- she'd done it once on accident and the TARDIS had hidden the galley from her for a week. Settling into the chair beside Rose she leaned over, "What're you watching?"
"Puss in Boots," the reply came from the Doctor, who was looking over. He tugged his wife closer to him as Bill tilted her head.
"Really?"
"Yes, it comes out in 2022. Not for another few years in your time."
She made a noise of consideration before speaking, "Mind if I join?"
"Feel free, Bill. This one." Rose lightly hit the Doctor on the chest, "Could stand to share me for a while." she smiled sweetly as Bill pulled a blanket over her before resuming the movie.
#doctor who#dr who#rose tyler#the doctor#doctorrose#31 Days of Ficmas#Twelfth doctor#twelverose#bill potts#she has been adopted as their granddaughter- i don't make the rules#is it jammie dodgers or jammy dodgers???? I DON"T KNOW#31 days of ficmas 2023
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Come Home With Me from Hadestown is such tenrose vibes.
#timepetals#tenrose#rose tyler#tenth doctor#nine is playing the part of Hermes#like imagining this as right after regeneration scene#nine in the back of ten's head warning him not to come on too strong#while ten is ready to throw himself into rose's arms and beg her to take him home with her and adopt him like the puppy he is
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i gave you all i had, i did
day 5 : sacrifice ( from @adfaugust )
all he’s ever done, he did it for this family.
tyler’s long been used to hours of work with little reward, underpaid for hard labour and chalking it up to his family name. the world’s out to get him, he’s always known it, has been told so time and time again by the holt matriarch. and he knows better than anyone that sharon wouldn’t lie, has been an honest woman from the day she was born. if she ever was dishonest, it’s cause she had to be, cause she wasn’t given another option. but ma’s honest, gets her way through respect built from her steely and admirable nature. sharon, impossible not to respect with her fingers poised elegantly around a cigarette. lord knows tyler gladly picked up that habit for a few stolen seconds of her company. always wishing blindly to soak up her presence, as if it would somehow cure him of his own inferiority, childishness she frowned upon. he always feels adult standing next to her — ’cept for when he don’t, when he feels like he’s quakin’ in his boots just being near her. tells himself it’s because he loves her, because he can’t stand the thought of her coming to harm. knows that he’s her protector and that’s all he is, and for a holt, that’s a blessing. no higher honour than to be at sharon’s side, making sure their shitheel of a pa don’t try anything.
never strikes him that he might be thinking backwards, that the person he’s afraid of is the very person he loves the most. so wrapped around her finger he can’t see it for what it is, embraced into her perfumed storytelling, lies that sound like the truth, until tyler can’t help but believe in her. she’s his ma, and she needs him, everyone does. shoulders heavy burdens so she don’t have to, under the firm belief that he had a choice, but that no sane man would choose the other option.
what man would leave his ma to suffer all alone? none that are mannerly or polite, none that really care for her. tyler’s signed away his life, all twenty-five years of it thus far and whatever rest of it that cruel fate gives him. quickly revises the thought, since he oughta be grateful for what he has — the opportunity to be there for his ma, for his brothers.
still doesn’t stop the white-hot jealousy from bubbling up in a weary chest when he sees how easily dale and jay are awarded with ma’s attention. don’t know the last time she called him sweetheart — or if she ever has. keeps blindly charging forward, since he knows why dale’s got ma’s heart; no one could hate a face like that or deny him a thing. and jay… as much as he don’t contribute, as much as he ain’t really one of them ( as much as his sensitive nature is rewarded when tyler’s was long stamped outta him, told time and time again that he’s the eldest and real men gotta keep their upper lip stiff ) … sharon’s affectionate towards the golden boy because he reminds her of that sister of hers. that woman who got herself knocked up and imposed herself on her charitable sister, only to wind up dead and leaving her screaming kid behind for sharon to care for like he’s hers.
( and if tyler had to pick up those motherly responsibilities, it’s cause ma obviously couldn’t, not after her own sister had died, and no one could have expected her to be well enough to take care of a kid or her three-year-old and certainly not her seven-year-old little man, the nickname brooke gave him as she pinched a solemn cheek still ringing in his head — )
— but ain’t he the same as brooke, now? running off to save his own skin when dale’s … a sharp pain lancing through his chest, solid evidence of how he’s failed the family. still feels the sting on his cheek when ma told him clear as day — he ain’t got this, he wasn’t responsible enough, never good enough. and selfishly he wonders how long he has to sweat and toil for … her approval, but he’d never say that. sharon don’t give out praise that ain’t earned, and tyler never earned it a day in his life. no matter how hard he worked. no matter how little he slept. no matter how kind he was to his charity case of a cousin.
and he’s doing everything he can, even if ain’t good enough, even if it ain’t perfect. tells himself this is the best he can do for the ones he’s lost — protect himself cause he’s the only one left to protect her. when dale’s gone, pa’s in some hospital after his act of cowardice, and they had to leave jay behind when the cops were too close for comfort. he’s the only one left, and sharon’s safety’s all that matters. they come up with a plan, her and her only child, and there’s an unspoken understanding that passes through ‘em. the knowledge that they’re all they’ve got anymore, that they have to stick together.
it’s everything he wanted. least, he thought it was. until jay shows back up on their doorstep and tyler’s left to stare. a brother back from the dead and the short-lived attention from his ma itching at the back of his ribcage. forced to think horrible thoughts, wondering if it was jay all along who took this from tyler. if sharon’s affections were only doled out to the youngest boys because that love’s finite, and because jay just had to be difficult, ruin things by taking that book and killing dale, the sting of a motherly slap across the cheek still smarting. can’t accept that he wants more than he’s got, so it’s jay’s fault. that festering itch getting worse until it’s damn near unbearable. it’s jay on the doorstep of the cabin and not dale, not his baby brother who sat on his lap and babbled to him in half-formed sentences, who didn’t leave him ( didn’t leave the family, comes the mental correction ) to go galavanting off in the woods.
still, tyler takes first watch. is used to staying up and expects that neither ma nor jay will wake up for a second watch. maybe he’ll catch an hour or two, but he ain’t counting on it. more important that sharon gets her rest, and it’s not like tyler trusts jay to stay up and keep an eye out. not after he found out about brooke, the long-kept secret that shoulda been told to him long ago, so he could understand why he’s gotta make it up to the family more than ever. if anything, he thinks maybe jay’ll try to slink out and talk to him. the lie weighs heavy on his chest, but it’s the most sensible solution. ma needs to go on the motorcycle, and jay can survive out here in the woods. if tyler stayed ( and his chest constricts at the mere thought ) … he’d die. still, even though ma knows that, it’s still his duty to stay back. even with this busted leg, even with his lack of familiarity of the bush of two rock. when jay wasn’t around, the solution was simple. now, it’s staring him right in the eye. his imminent death. the same fate as dale. loving jay, then dying for it.
the door creaks open, and tyler’s heart squeezes in his chest seeing it’s ma. it ain’t rare for her to seek out his company, whether it’s to unload some stresses or just cause he’s smoking at the same time as her, but that weary heart still jumps when she does. hard and clear evidence that he’s doing something right. but that brief hope gets squashed like an insignificant insect as soon as the words leave her mouth. can we talk about this canada thing?
shoulda known she was coming out to ask about it, silently curses himself for not realizing sooner. remembers the other mistake he made, telling jay about his real ma, and braces himself for a scolding that thankfully never comes. sharon’s not a petty woman, and she’s moved onto more pressing matters. wondering why jay can’t have the prized seat next to her on the bike. wondering all that when she’s whip-smart and definitely smart enough to know tyler’d die if he stuck around back here. and it all comes flooding out. a juvenile confession, practically sobbed out. a desperate begging for love he’s always thought he was above. is it so wrong to want to live? is it so wrong to want a shot at life even when it’s long over? all his life, he’s given her ( the family, he hurriedly corrects, because even now, he can’t stop the helpless fawning over her ) everything he has, everything he is. and here he leans against the cabin post, staring up at the consequence bearing over him like a giant. finds himself scared and utterly alone in the face of this insurmountable beast.
he just wants to live. and if that’s gotta mean just surviving from here on out, he wants that. if his fate was never to live his life, he’ll mourn it and bury it alongside dale. clenches his fists and jaw and tries not to let the grief consume him, crush that bad leg before he’s even got a chance to try to keep going. wouldn’t dale have wanted him to live? wouldn’t dale have wanted… and it feels blasphemous to even think, but wouldn’t dale have wanted his happiness? couldn’t sharon have loved him enough to want that for him?
but it can’t be about dale and it certainly can’t be about sharon, so it’s about jay, the boy who got everything tyler wanted just by being. who whines and gets his way, the eternal favourite and the one dale eventually left tyler behind for. but tyler knows he can still win. he’s just gotta convince jay to stay back. and he does. feels that affection he always had for the kid come back full force, all babyish smiles and hints of wisdom he don’t think even jay knows he has. tyler will miss him. he gets that now. wishes blindly and with all his heart that there were three seats on the motorcycle, even if the thought of sharing ma with jay was nauseating just an hour ago.
tyler trudges back to his world, leaving jay to his own. greets sharon with a weary look, disillusioned like he hasn’t been in a long time. no longer is he excited to be the only one left. misses his brothers, both of ‘em, like hell. but at least he’s got ma, his sole purpose for as long as he can remember. something nettles him about that. maybe it’s just that jay taking off didn’t make him feel any better.
that’s what he sticks with until one night at the church turns into two, and then three.
and tyler lays with his cheek pressed against a dilapidated floor and wonders. do we get what we deserve?
#as dusk falls#tyler holt#sharon holt#adfaugust2023#pan writes#this is obviously inspired by the cabin scene and my intense feelings about it#and there's a lot i could say about it but i will say that this fic does not paint sharon positively#people do not seem to realize that both bear AND sharon have seriously abused their kids ESPECIALLY tyler#and the cabin scene really shows how for the first time in his entire life tyler is having an intense breakdown about#the absurd expectations placed on his shoulders#it's baffling to me that sharon would not stay behind if it meant her kids would be safe#ESPECIALLY since she goes to paul for help regardless!#but because both tyler and jay are so emotionally abused by her ( especially tyler ) it's never a question whether she should get that seat#leading to this huge fallout between tyler and jay#which tbf was already coming since we know tyler was dying to tell jay he was adopted#and he is severely in his feelings because he (AND LITERALLY SHARON) blames himself for dale's death#cannot stress enough that if dale dies from the sniper sharon tells tyler POINT BLANK that it was his fault. and similarly in the barn scene#if jay fucks up the two by fours bear LITERALLY tells tyler 'weren't you watching him? what's wrong with you?'#so like this isn't something tyler is just making up in his head. people ACTIVELY assign him responsibility over his brothers#in any case the point is atp tyler is DISABLED and there is no way he can make it on his own. leaving him there IS a death sentence#and while jay probably doesn't realize this there is no WAY sharon doesn't. why else would she abandon him and latch onto paul?#and i know she tells paul a different story but she is HEAVILY established as a liar/unreliable narrator in that chapter so#ANYWAY. i have normal thoughts and feelings about sharon and tyler's abusive ass relationship /lie
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All this talk of the Addamses loving Tyler has me thinking about my “Pizza guy in New Jersey who delivers to the Addams house” Tyler gets kidnapped by the Addamses and just chills chained to their kitchen floor because he lowkey just wants to see how long it takes for his dad to notice he’s missing. AU
It’s one of my “Tyler is Wednesday’s local” aus and god i can’t wait to work on it
#wednesday addams#wednesday netflix#tyler galpin#wyler#i have too many ideas and not enough time to write them#the pizza thing will absolutely include stereotypical porno jokes#but it's more about Tyler being adopted i think
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