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Kent X reader shy first kiss?
Kent Fisher x reader
Kent had finally asked you on a date after anxiously planning how to for months. He was so surprised when you said yes. He asked Divina and Yoko to help him plan the perfect date.
A picnic by the lake. The perfect date. He was so excited and nervous. He never thought he'd get this far. A date with you, that's crazy!
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Your date started in less than an hour and you couldn't be happier. You'd liked Kent for a while and couldn't believe he asked you out. You've dreamt of this day for as long as you can remember.
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Kent wasn't as calm though. Divina and Yoko were helping him set up and, with how nervous Kent was, they were regretting it.
"Divina, that's not right." Kent moaned again.
"Does it really matter, Kent. It's a blanket." Divina argued as Kent picked up the blanket and put it back where he wanted it. Divina and Yoko both didn't see a difference but decided it was not worth the fight.
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So far this date seems to be going okay. Kent thought.
You had eaten the picnic and were talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other.
You were talking about your family, but all Kent could focus on was your eyes. How they lit up as you talked about the people you loved. How the light of the setting sun hit them just right so they sparkled.
"Kent, are you paying attention?" You giggled as he blushed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening."
You stared at his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips. He wanted to kiss you so bad but he was too nervous to try anything that bold on your first date. Definitely a second date thing. He thought.
"You're pretty." You said, taking Kent by surprise.
"Oh, um, err, thanks." He stuttered.
"You're really shy aren't you." You moved you face closer to his, making Kent's heart start beating faster.
"I, um, I." Kent couldn't find the words to respond. You were making him nervous and you knew that.
You pressed your lips against his. The kiss was soft and sweet. It was calming, as soon as you lips made contact Kent's heart beat slowed and he seemed more relaxed. When you pulled apart you stared into his beautiful, blue eyes.
"This date was amazing." You whispered.
Kent was still speechless from the kiss.
You kissed him on the cheek before standing up.
"I'll see you tomorrow." You said as you walked away, leaving Kent to replay the kiss in his head.
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Hello!!I love your story may I request a Kent x reader where Kent in love with a nymph reader but he's to afraid to ask her out thank you!
Flowers and Braids | Kent Fisher x fem nymph reader
You were sitting near the lake after school, taking some time to yourself to relax. Flowers bloomed around you, as you tried to calm your thoughts.
Kent was looking for you, not that you knew that. He had finally talked himself into asking you out, but of course he couldn't find you. After a while of searching, he ran into Enid.
"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Kent asked, hoping that the girl knew where you were.
"Oh, yeah. She's down by the lake. She likes to go there and grow flower's when she wants to relax." Enid said.
"Thanks, Enid!" Kent thanked her as he rushed off to the lake. He knew that if he didn't ask you now he never would.
He found you, just like Enid had said. You were laying on the grass, all sorts of flowers growing around you.
Your eyes opened, having heard someone approaching.
"Hey Kent." You smiled, sitting up.
"Hi." He said, taking a seat next to you.
He found you, now all he had to do was to spit out the words that he's been planning all day.
"Can I braid some flowers into your hair?" You asked, bringing Kent out of his thoughts.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He said, not being able to say no to you.
You moved to kneel behind him, setting a bunch of flowers you had picked beside you. You combed your fingers through his hair, trying to get any tangles out before starting to french braid the flowers into his hair.
That was when he finally worked up the courage to ask you.
"Can I ask you something?" Kent asked.
"Of course." You said.
"Would you want to go on a date sometime?" He asked.
"Yeah, that sounds amazing." You said, making him grin.
"Really?" He asked, turning his head to try and look at you.
"Really, now look forward so that I can finish this." You laughed, kissing him on the cheek.
Kent turned red, facing forward.
"There, all done." You said, taking a hair tie of your wrist to secure the end of the braid.
He ran his hand along the braid, pulling the end over his shoulder before turning around to face you and kissing you on the cheek. Kent grabbed one of the extra flowers, tucking it behind your ear as he leaned in closer to you.
When you didn't pull away, actually leaning towards him, he decided to take his chances. He brought his face closer to yours, looking into your eyes to make sure you were okay with it. When you smiled, urging him to continue, he pressed his lips softly against yours.
You almost immediately kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Eventually you had to pull away for air. When you pulled away Kent chased after you, pecking you on the lips.
"You look pretty with your hair braided." You said, making him blush.
"Thanks for braiding it for me." He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you again.
#kent wednesday#kent fisher#kent fisher x reader#kent wednesday x reader#enid sinclair#wednesday#kent the siren
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Harvest festival date with Kent (GN!reader)
● you and your boyfriend Kent planned a double date to the harvest festival with Divina and Yoko
● Kent and Divina got pretty competitive during the games to see who could win the most stuffed animals for you and Yoko
● you had to stop Kent from eating an entire funnel cake by himself before going on the gravitron
● "but Divina bet me I couldn't go on the ride without throwing up after eating one of these"
● "babe you and I both know that is a bet you aren't going to win"
● "Alright fine… but can we still get deep fried oreos afterwards??"
● lots of photo booth pictures both just the two of you and with Divina and Yoko
● sneaking off to make out behind one of the rides
● you eventually meet back up with Divina and Yoko who were doing the same thing
● Him giving you his jacket when it gets cold
● Kent hates the fun house
● he ran into the mirrors multiple times
● "be careful Kent don't hurt that pretty face of yours"
● "if we don't find the exit in the next two minutes I'm going to lose my mind" he says as he once again runs directly into a mirror "damn it!"
● the Rollercoaster however he loves
● he could have rode it ten times in a row if you had let him
● but you stopped him after four because you could tell he was getting queasy
● "Okay so maybe I shouldn't have had two giant corn dogs and the churro"
● there's still an hour left before everyone is supposed to be at the buses for roll call so you go back to the games where he wins you a bear as big as you
● it only cost him $30 in tokens to finally win it but he's so proud of himself
● and it barely fits through the bus doors when it's time to go back to campus
● cuddling with him and the bear on the ride back
● "this might have been my favorite date of ours yet"
#wednesday imagine#kent wednesday#kent wednesday imagine#kent wednesday x reader#x gender neutral reader#headcanons
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Omg!!! If you’re taking requests how about 1, and 5 from the fluff prompts for Kent 🥹
I don't take requests but since I saw that you were excited I decided to take your request <3 I hope you like it.
Love letter
I can't believe I was able to convince Wednesday to come to a slumber party along with Enid, Bianca, Ajax, Divina, and Yoko. He had invited Ajax since Enid did not want him to miss out on the gossip, he had also invited Xavier and Kent, but apparently they wanted to have a boys' night together with Eugene, Eugene was elated because it was going to be the first time in his life that he was going to having a guys night out with friends, I think Ajax wasn't very amused especially because I saw how he moved his lips to say “HELP MEEEEE” to the guys, but they just laughed and shrugged their arms. Why do you want to have enemies when you have that kind of friends, I decided not to torture the poor boy too much, and I tried to make it as pleasant as possible, I'll be evil but today was a relaxing day, so I'll let the opportunity to torture him pass this time.
I had prepared everything for this evening, a lot of pillows and blankets, junk food and soft drinks, movies from fantasy to horror movies based on true events, I had made sure to put on the lights that they usually put on in Hollywood movies when the characters go to put a movie on the porch of his house, the screen and the projector were placed so that the movie can be seen perfectly. The only thing they had to bring is a bag with their clothes, their sleeping bags, and if they wanted they could bring games to play together. After mentally reviewing if I had placed everything I hear some rhythmic knocking on the door and I quickly head towards the door, when I finally open the door I can see an avalanche of people enter my room and I close the door once no one else enters. I turn around and see my happy friends looking at the preparations that I had placed about half an hour ago, Wednesday was the only person present with a horrified face, but we already know how she is, so I'll take it as a compliment. Enid was jumping and running around excitedly and the rest seemed pleased with my work.
-I'm so excited, it's going to be an amazing party!!! I have even brought my entire set of nail polish with me - Enid could not contain the joy of just imagining it.
-I will pass, I just use the nail polish "As black as my heart"- Wednesday as dark as always
-"Oh come on Wednesday is a sleepover night, it wouldn't kill you to try something new just for one night" Enid tries to put on her best puppy eyes
-A touch of color in your life would not hurt from time to time Wednesday. – Bianca laughs along with Divina and Yoko
If looks could kill, I think they would be dead a long time ago.
Come on girls tonight is to relax and you're going to scare poor Ajax. – I say while I watch as Ajax is in a corner looking at the panorama trying to go unnoticed.
Just when Bianca and Wednesday were about to say something, there was a tap on the door and I instantly knew who he was. I quickly open the door and grab Thing that was outside while she grabbed a letter between her fingers and instantly close the door.
-I thought you were in the bag, what have you been doing? – Wednesday was about to torture Thing to get answers but she quickly starts tapping on the ground and everyone stares at Thing trying to figure out what she was trying to say.
-UuUuUH it seems that our organizer has obtained a letter from a secret admirer, come on open it. - Enid says excited
-I can't believe you left alone to do a love errand to someone else. – Wednesday was outraged
-At this hour who will be writing letters? - Bianca asks without giving credit
We spend our time drinking non-alcoholic drinks and having parties - Yoko tries to defend my admirer.
-Does anyone write letters nowadays? – Ajax became thoughtful
-How else are you going to write to someone if they don't have a cell phone or internet? – says Divina looking at Ajax
-THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO NOT HAVE INTERNET??? - says Ajax surprised.
- If you keep shouting, you're going to make even the dead find out that we're having a pajama party, it's torture enough to be here for more people to find out. - says Wednesday looking at him coldly.
I take the letter that Thing was holding out to me and I give him a small thank you, I look at the small envelope, it was brown in color on the front side, and it was written in black that it was addressed to me, but there was no more information, I turn the envelope and see that It is sealed with a heart-shaped sticker, so I open it as delicately as possible so as not to break it. I manage to release the sticker from the envelope and gently lift the flap and see the folded letter, so I grab it and pull it out of the envelope. I put the envelope on my desk, my friends seeing that I was going to start to find out what was inside the letter began to surround me, so they could also read the letter.
I unfold the letter and proceed to read it:
Dear mon diamond,
Sorry for writing so late, but I wanted to confess my feelings, I always have you in my thoughts, I can't help but smile like a fool when I see you or hear your laugh as sweet as chocolate and warm as a sunny day. What I want to say is that I like you a lot, and it's not like a friendship, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to stop being friends, I really appreciate our friendship.
You would make me the happiest newt in the world even in the galaxy if you would let me be by your side as your boyfriend, I wish I could make you happy, I would like to swim under the night light together, hold hands and warm your little hands in winter, so you don't get cold. I would like to do so many things with you, just thinking about it, I feel like my heart is racing as if I had done a marathon.
If you don't feel the same I understand, and I hope we can still be friends if you don't mind.
loves you
your secret admirer
I look at the letter in disbelief, I couldn't believe someone liked it, I feel my heart beating rapidly with emotion. Although the main problem is that I don't know if I could reciprocate this person's feelings especially if I don't know who wrote it. I listen to how Enid argues with Ajax about why he doesn't write her romantic letters like the one she had received, Wednesday began to write about her novel, and it was only Bianca, Divina, Yoko, Thing and I am reviewing the letter.
-"I can't believe he is so stupid" said Divina exasperated.
-What are you talking about? - I said surprised
-Instead of writing his name, he goes and puts secret admirer, if it were a gift what he gives it would be passable but if he wants you to reciprocate his feelings, at least put a place to meet or say who he is, I can't believe my brother be so stupid - Divina sighs while Yoko pats her on the shoulder.
-'How do you know it's from Kent?' I ask curious about the new information.
-I could recognize my brother's handwriting anywhere - Divina said proudly.
Upon hearing the revelation about my secret admirer, Enid runs to grab me by the shoulders and proceeds to shake me from one side as if I were a can of Coca Cola.
-YOU HAVE TO SAY YES!!!! This is so cute, #love is in the air – I squeal with excitement and Bianca frees me from Enid's clutches.
-Enid, don't you think this is something hasty? – Ajax said
-But they would look so cute, we need to send her some kind of message, how about you sing to her under her window like in those romance movies? – says Enid
-I would rather be eaten by a pack of rabid wolves than have to listen to anyone sing under their lover's window, it makes me want to vomit and not in a good way - says Wednesday with a disgusted face.
-"And wouldn't it be better if the person who received the letter decides what she wants to say?" – says Yoko wanting to end the discussion
-I have an idea, since we know who my secret admirer is thanks to Divina, - Divina smiles proudly - I can talk to Kent about the letter and tell him my answer.
-I wonder how Kent knows French, am I the only one wondering? – says Ajax doubtfully.
We all looked at each other and shrugged, I think we all thought that maybe he knew French, that he had looked it up on the internet or simply asked someone who knew, so we didn't give it more importance.
-I really want to know how all this is going to end, remember to stay on top of how your confession went. Tell me everything in detail pretty please – Enid begs me
-Okayyy - I say giving in to his plea
-Well let's start the party and forget about this until tomorrow- says Bianca.
We went back to what was happening to us, we were talking about all kinds of things from gossip to old memories together with friends, we played dominoes and some board games that Bianca and Divina had brought. We decided to watch some cheesy movie to make Wednesday suffer, all the junk food and drinks didn't last a round and after singing karaoke and dancing we fell asleep and fell asleep.
I hear my roommate's alarm clock and I get up quickly, I look around and everything was in order, I look at my phone and there were some messages from my friends telling me that they had left early, so they wouldn't get caught by some supervisor and that they had tidy. I get ready to go to Miss Thornhill's class and take the letter with me.
I get to class a minute before the bell rang, I sit in one of the available seats and start to place all the class material, I can't help but look for Kent and I see him there. I was sitting behind Bianca as usual but this time I was sitting with her sister, she notices because she turns her head towards me, smiles mischievously, proceeds to give her brother a little nudge to get his attention and whisper something to him while she points her head at me. Kent turns his head towards me and I can see the surprise on his face, I smile nervously at him as I wave and say a little “hi”, this catches him off guard, and he gives a little nervous laugh as he waves back. The little moment was broken as soon as the teacher began to give her class on toxic flowers, we proceeded to take notes from the class, my head was still going over what I was going to say after class, I was very nervous, I felt like my heart was beating fast, I focus on the class and let the time pass.
Finally, the class ends, we left the greenhouse and I quickly look for Kent who was not far from where I was, he was ordering his backpack for the next class, so I go to him while I grab the letter with one of my hands. I stand in front of him, when he finishes ordering everything he raises his head and looks at me in shock.
-Hello Kent - I say smiling at him.
-Hello, how was the party last night? Divina already told me that it was quite exciting, although she did not give any details about it - she says placing her backpack on her back
-It was quite interesting, especially because of this little surprise- I say while I show the envelope with the letter
Kent tries to hide her surprised face but he is very bad at hiding it, he seems so cute to me as he tries not to get nervous.
-A letter from a relative? – He says trying to not to be obvious about his feelings.
-No, my family and I always text each other on our mobile phones, this letter is about a confession of love from a secret admirer, I thought it was very nice, it's a pity that it wasn't signed with the person's name because I would have liked to answer him "Someone like that, I wouldn't mind giving him a chance to conquer me" I say as I look into his eyes and see how a small sad smile forms - did you write this? - I tell him directly.
I watch as his eyes go wide, his face starts to flush and he starts to babble.
-Don't worry, Divina told me it was you, you don't have to be nervous - I take her hands
-I'm so sorry, I was afraid to tell you to your face and I told the boys yesterday at the party and they insisted I write you a letter talking about what I felt and give the letter to Thing so that he could give it to you. – She says while caressing my hands with her thumb.
-Kent, Je t'aime - I say while gently squeezing his hands
He starts to blush even more possible and he is stunned by my confession.
-Why did you blush so much? I only told you that I love you in French- I say while he laughs
-Because I didn't expect you to love me too, besides I didn't expect you to speak to me in French – he says while he tries to keep his composture.
Before he can say anything else I grab his jacket, look into his eyes and kiss him. After the surprise I feel his arms surround my waist and corresponds to the kiss, we parted and stared into each other's eyes, it wasn't until we heard Divina and Bianca call us that we realized we had to go to the next class, we laughed and we quickly headed to the next class holding hands.
#kent wednesday#kent x reader#kent fisher#kent fluff#kent fisher x reader#kent the siren#kent the siren x reader#wednesday kent#kent wednesday x reader#fanfic
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How woulf the Wednesday chacters act if they were jealous?
jealousy with the wednesday characters
-wednesday: she won't outwardly show it and doesn't exactly know what she's feeling because she's never really had a reason to be jealous before. she'll ignore you afterwards, thinking the feeling will go away until you confront her about it. it'll probably take a long discussion to explain why wednesday felt like that but you'll both work it out. (she might also threaten the person that made her jealous. might)
-enid: she doesn't get jealous very easily, in fact, she hardly does. but, there's always a little insecurity in the back of her mind that you're losing interest in her. you can tell when she is jealous though because she'll wear the cutest little frown on her face as she pouts at you. the easiest way to make it up to her is cuddles and kisses.
-xavier: gets jealous so easily, not joking. he won't even wait for you to leave the other person, he'll go up to you and be 10x more affectionate than usual. depending who you're talking to, he might drag you away. after you're both alone again, he'll still be mad about it (not at you obviously) but hugs and reassurance will fix it no problem. but, he holds a grudge against the person for a week after.
-tyler: definitely possessive but like, in a low-key way. he'll get jealous but you won't be able to tell but the person that made him jealous definitely will be. he won't fight anyone physically but a few choice words and a glare usually does the trick. you catch him doing it once but he just smiles, gives you a sweet kiss and says he loves you. you definitely won't see that person for a long time after.
-yoko: i feel that she wouldn't get jealous because she puts every last ounce of trust she has into you. she knows you can handle yourself and that you love her, but if things go south, she has no problem stepping in. in fact, she counts on you going back to her after the interaction to tell her exactly what you and the other person were talking about.
-bianca: she doesn't get jealous right away but it will for sure settle in if the interaction lasts more than a few minutes. she has trust issues due to previous relationships but doesn't directly confront you about it. she would drop subtle hints that she didn't like the interaction you had with whoever it was but you know her well enough to know what she means. to make up for it, you promise to bring her with you if you have to interact with them again for a project or something.
-ajax: notices and gets jealous right away. unfortunately, he has no idea what to do. usually he'll settle for going to stand with you, maybe looping an arm around your shoulders (if you're okay with it) as he buts into the conversation. his jealousy doesn't go away easily but if you lean into him and acknowledge that he's there, he'll be fine. and maybe hold a grudge against that person for a couple days.
-divina: she loves you so much she literally never leaves your side so she always knows what's going on. she's also fairly good with reading how you feel so she doesn't always feel the need to be jealous. but, on that days she does have a harder time, she'll just hold onto you a little tighter until you understand what she's feeling and glare at the other person. usually it's dull enough of a conversation to let her lead you away from the other person and spend time on your own with her.
-kent: honestly, i don't think the poor boy knows what's going on. at first, i think he'd believe you were just having a conversation with a friend he hasn't met yet until he realizes he's met all your friends and never remembered meeting that one. after that realization, he'd be the kind of jealous that's noticeable to everyone but him. as long as you don't seem uncomfortable with the interaction with the other person, he'll leave you alone. however, that doesn't mean he likes it because he absolutely loves when you give him all of your attention. probably pouts for a little while after too.
#wednesday x reader#wednesday addams x reader#enid sinclair x reader#xavier thorpe x reader#tyler galpin x reader#yoko tanaka x reader#bianca barclay x reader#ajax petropolis x reader#divina x reader#kent x reader#a's answers
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Divina working at the Jericho bakery
Kent: How much for the cookie?
Divina: Five dollars.
Kent: How much for me?
Divina: Five dollars.
Kent: I’m your brother.
Divina: Ten dollars.
Kent: Fucking hell.
Yoko: Can I have a dozen cookies, babe?
Divina: Anything for you, babe! It’s on me.
Kent:
Kent: Hey, Yoko can I have one of your cookies?
Yoko: Sure! Twenty dollars.
Kent: Fuck me
Yoko: Sorry, that’s your sisters job.
Kent: Jesus! Fine I’m leaving!
#wednesday#wednesday addams#the addams family#incorrect wednesday#yokovina#yoko x divina#yoko tanaka#divina fisher#kent fisher#kent fisher x reader#Harry Potter#harry potter quotes#incorrect harry potter quotes
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𝗬𝗼𝗸𝗼 : It really bothers me that they made gay people illegal back then because they thought it was disgusting. I think peas are disgusting but WE'RE NOT MAKING THEM ILLEGAL ARE WE??
𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁 : What is wrong with you peas are delicious.
𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗮 : Gay people are delicious too.
𝗬/𝗡 : No dessert for you until you eat all your gays.
𝗔𝗷𝗮𝘅 : What the hell is going on here.
𝗘𝗻𝗶𝗱 : Shut up and eat your gays.
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could you maybe do a Tyler request that's sort of similar to the This Thing of Ours but when Tyler turns on Wednesday the reader sides with him because they've had their own agenda the whole time? im so sorry if it's too broad i just thought it would b an idea for more Tyler ones!!
Master (Tyler Galpin x Reader)
Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB Reader
Warnings: Reader’s mother gets killed. Cursing. Canon typical violence. Reader gets a gun. Dark reader, dark Tyler. Smut. Masturbation. Unprotected vaginal sex. Don’t try any of this at home. Aged up characters.
A/N: I always thought any kind of prank enjoyed by high schoolers was mean, so I stand by saying Tyler has a mean streak. After this we are taking a break from him. Also, wordy, and don’t throw guns on the floor, they might go off. Been getting bolder with the whole monster fucker thing.
Requested: Yep. What better agenda than revenge? Also, to the shadows + stalking anon.
You never liked the barista at the Wethervane. He was, much like every other normie in Jericho, an asshole. You had been in the town long enough to notice. Sure, now everyone was buying his good guy act, but you remembered. You would always remember.
You see, you two had met when you both were little. Your mom used to be around the Galpin’s a lot, since she worked as a secretary on the Sheriff’s department. Often, she had to drop papers for the Sheriff to sign off, and that made her meet Tyler’s mother. Francoise was a lovely woman, but there was a sadness to her, a loneliness, that wouldn’t go away. She desperately needed friends. In a tiny town like Jericho, being an outcast and a single mother wasn’t easy, so your mom wasn’t popular either. She tried not to advertise the fact, but it was evident that something was off about her, with the way you both seemed to suck the light of every room you stepped into.
Two lonely women, who saw each other frequently. The result was predictable: They bonded over their shared characteristics, started meeting for coffee. Both mothers, both outcasts, even if you didn’t know it at the time. Unfortunately for you, it’s a truth universally know that every pair of mothers who become friends try to set up a play date for their children.
At five years old, you had been a very different creature than what you were now. You had been quiet, shy even, and obsessed with dolls. You spent hours dressing them, brushing their hair, playing pretend. Normal child behavior, even if a bit of your mother’s isolation from the world showed in the fact you weren’t used to playing with others. Tyler, though, he was. Typical boy, rowdy, loud and not normal. There was something in the way he moved, his smile showing far too pointy canines for a six-year-old, that made your senses stand on edge. A bully, you thought, seeing him for the first time. He looked like the boys who pushed girls down the slide at the park just to scare them.
In his mother’s eyes, Tyler could do no wrong. To Francoise, his toothy grin was just excitement, his odd way of moving was simply a boy being a boy. She was overjoyed she had been able to carry him to term, Francoise explained to your mother, she had such weak health. She always woke up tired, these days, with unexplained bruises and leaves in her hair. Maybe she was going crazy, perhaps she was anemic, possibly a sleepwalker, the doctors said. And so, she didn’t notice the little monster she was raising.
You had been told to be nice, to be friendly. Your mother liked Francoise, and wouldn’t it be nice if you got a friend of your own? The idea certainly appealed to you, made you willing to try. Maybe Tyler wasn’t so bad, Miss Katherine at school always said you shouldn’t judge a book by his cover.
“Do you want to play?” You had asked, offering him one of your dolls. Tyler had shaken his head.
“Dolls are silly.” Tyler said to you, shocking you deeply. You loved your dolls, and your mom, who was very into the early stimulation trend for kids, had always encouraged you to play with them, making up scenarios. It was good for creativity, she said. You didn’t know what the word meant yet, but it sounded fancy and adult like. You guessed it was a good thing. “They are for little girls.”
You wanted him to think you were cool, you wanted him to like you. A friend, mom had said. A friend of your own, someone to play with, a kid who wouldn’t be weirded out by the way your mere presence made the shadows get bigger and the fact that you weren’t afraid of the dark. So, you asked:
“What can we play?”
“Hide and seek!” He smiled, showing a toothy grin. Tyler was missing his front left teeth, and it made him look softer, endearing. It also highlighted your slight age difference, to a kid, a year was a lifetime. Older was almost always synonymous with cool, too.
“Sure.” You answered, looking around his backyard. You had never played hide and seek before, but you had watched other kids do it. The backyard was small, with not really many places to hide.
“Come on!” Tyler had said, and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the path that lead to the forest. You didn’t protest, even knowing you would get in trouble if your mother found out. Even if the darkness did not scare you, even if shadows were your friends, she didn’t like you wandering around on your own. There were men with guns there, and bears. And not, like, Pooh. Mean bears. “I’ll count!”
Tyler seemed to know his way around the forest better than most kids your ages, but so did you. He started to lead you deeper into the trees, in twisting paths that made it hard to remember where were you.
“I’ll count to ten, and you have to hide, and not come out until I find you.” Tyler explained. “You can hide in a cave or something.” He added, a hint of maliciousness on his tone. Jericho’s forest was full of caves, unusually so.
“I…” Your expression probably told him you weren’t sure about it because he pounced on the perceived weakness.
“Don’t be a baby!” Tyler laughed. It sounded strange, mean even, in the quiet of the forest. Even in broad daylight, the only thing that could be heard was the chirping of some birds. “Or are you scared of the dark?”
“No. I’m not.” Tyler didn’t respond, instead choosing to start counting. You hurried to find a place to hide, deciding to stay behind a tree. The silent felt strange, the whole thing was weird. You were hyper alert to any sound, from the crunching of the leaves to the way the wind blew between leaves.
“Nine.” He waited a bit, his voice sounded excited. Maybe it was the way the sound carried here what made it sound so unusual, twisting around the trees and into the open, the city’s noise far away. “Ten! Here I come!” His sneakers crunched on the leaves, sounding closer than ever. Your heart raced in your chest, a ringing in your small ears. You had never seen the point of the game before, but you knew some people liked getting scared, that was what scary movies were for, your mom told you.
You ran away, ducking just in time behind another tree, pushing your hands against your mouth to avoid making noise. Tyler approached again, and so, it got started. There was something odd, something wrong with this. You didn’t feel like you were playing a game, you felt like if he caught up with you, something bad would happen. Like the scariest thing in the forest was him. Back then, you were too young to understand, but you felt hunted. Like he was a predator and you were nothing more than prey.
After a while, you found yourself in front of a cave. Just as you hesitated whether you should enter or not, someone pushed you in and frightened you terribly. You barely felt the tiny hands against your back. You fell, knees scraping against the stone. A little scream left your throat, and you tried to turn around to get out, lips trembling and eyes filling with tears. But just as you were about to exit the cave, a rock rolled in front of it, taking all the light with it. There was only one other person that could be responsible for this, and only one person that knew where you were. What if you never got out now?
Your first instinct was panic. Like any normal five-year-old, you didn’t like enclosed spaces, and much less being trapped. But instead of screaming, you remembered the reason all other kids hated you, why you were so alone: Because shadows were your friends. You took a deep breath and stayed very calm. Your eyes got used to the dark quickly, much like a cat would. With this, you realized two things. The cave was small, so much you could barely stand inside it. And the thing at the door? It wasn’t a rock. It was only cardboard. Feeling very silly once again, you pushed it away, and crawled out, into the expecting arms of Tyler.
“You aren’t crying.” He stated, looking at your ruined pair of jeans, bloody at the knees, and your tearless face. Tyler seemed angry, cheeks red, as if your lack of tears offended him. You hated him then.
“You are mean.” You said, with all the seriousness and insulting tone a five-year-old could have. “I don’t like you.”
“Oh, did baby got scared?” One of his hands went to tangle in your hair, tugging hard on your ponytail. “If you snitch, you get stitches.”
The sting brought tears to your eyes, but you stared him down anyway.
“Stay away from me! I’m telling my mom!”
“Baby is scared.” Tyler gave you a mocking, concerned look. You took a step back. There was something in his eyes that scared you, a darkness no six-year-old should have. ”If you tell, you will hurt.” And with one last push that made you stumble, he walked away.
You stayed in the forest, and only when he got far enough not to hear you anymore, you broke down and started sobbing. Safe to say, you never played with him again.
You feared Tyler for long afterward. Your fear of him only got better in middle school, when the year between you seemed less like an unbreachable distance. Tyler got sneakier at getting his way, then. He ran with the popular crowd, the one likely to bully and play nasty pranks on younger students and eventually, outcasts. Tyler was an asshole, but one that had gotten better at masking his intentions, behind the mask of a popular boy. Everyone was charmed by him, but you didn’t forget the way his eyes had made you feel, years ago.
Unknown to you, Tyler watched you, too. Your lack of fear and ability to keep a clear head when he had tried to scare you made you intriguing. He didn’t forget the defiance in your eyes when he had pulled your hair hard enough to make you shed tears. At first, it had been intrigue. No other kid had resisted him before, girl or boy. A tiny slip of a thing like you, managing to get out by herself? That had caught his attention. He had wanted to scare you so badly, but never acted on those impulses, even when he had plenty of opportunities. You sat alone at recess all the time, and never noticed him watching you. Then, adolescence started, and he got hormones. You had been brave as a five-year-old, and now you were brave and pretty, slowly blossoming into womanhood. His first crush was on you. But you never once looked at him.
Tyler’s mom died when you just got into high school. Your mother grieved her deeply, but never once shared the secret of what had killed her with you. Tyler got nastier. Alcohol, grief, and the usual power plays of high school added gasoline to his fire, he was everyone’s favorite bad boy. He went through girls like they were disposable, using and discarding them. His friends and he got drunk, pulled stupid pranks, targeting the outcasts from the nearby school more and more. His father made him untouchable, and you knew, you knew Sheriff Galpin regretted the path both had walked on. It was about that time you got into Nevermore, and started keeping a closer eye on him. If he did something terrible, were you responsible too? For not speaking up, despite knowing what he was capable of?
You never talked to him. But you knew he was keeping an eye on you. Out of all your friend group in Nevermore, you were the only one who never got targeted by his gang. It was so noticeable, people started to talk about it. You refused to comment, but you knew, you knew, it wasn’t out of friendship or some misplaced guilt. It was because he liked making you uncomfortable, liked the rumors going around, that you were his. Liked seeing you scared, trembling, every time a prank fell on one of your friends, and you ended up unscathed. He liked scaring you with the anticipation of what was to come.
Then, he went too far. Picture the scene. Outreach day, sunny skies, volunteers everywhere. Your post was at the Pilgrim World, serving tourists. A kid, a popular one at that, gets asked to paint a mural. He does, and does it well. So of course, Tyler has to go and ruin it. The charges are as follows: Destruction of private property, vandalism, assault. He is the son of the Sheriff, and Jericho’s high golden boy. A young man with a promising future, the star of the football team. His dad calls some favors, he is white and charming. The charges get dropped, no smear on his record, but off to bootcamp he goes.
For the first time in years, you breathe in relief. Finally, you don’t have to look over your shoulder all the time, answer pointed questions as to what exactly your relationship with him was. Because it’s good, too good to be true, someone has to go and ruin it.
Your mother’s funeral takes place in a sunny day, for Jericho’s standards. It feels almost mocking, to the woman she was, to the woman in which you are becoming. The kind of woman who sucks all light in a room. Your father’s new, normie, uncomplicated wife, stands next to you, two young pretty things in mourning. You hate her, oh, how you hate her.
“We want to avoid uprooting you, sweetheart. Nevermore is the best school in the country for people like you.” Your father explains, as he moves to your mother’s bedroom, as he puts his new wife on the bed. “But you can’t stay here alone, either… What happened to your mother… Jericho’s a dangerous place.”
It’s always like that. What happened to your mother, her tragic passing, she was taken from you too young. It’s never the cold, hard truth you desperately need. Some psycho killed your mother, injection of poison right at the neck. But no one says that. No one dares say your mother was murdered, no one dares speak without pretty euphemisms. You understand Tyler’s anger then.
You learn things, in the following months. First, that your reaction isn’t normal. Normal teenagers don’t obsess over revenge when their mothers are killed. Off to therapy you go. Then, that poison is a woman’s weapon. Easy, clean, no need for overpowering. Third, breaking in and stealing case files is ridiculously easy when the Sheriff has a soft spot for you, remembering how your mother used to be friends with his wife, her tragic passing and your uncanny resemblance. Fourth, that the psycho who killed your mother wasn’t satisfied with injecting her with a syringe filled with concentrated Nightshade, but that they also took her hand. As if killing her wasn’t enough, as if they needed to profane her body too.
The new herbology teacher shows up. Her special interest in your abilities, the plants she keeps in her greenhouse, the fact that is a she. It all drags you to a disgusting conclusion: You think she did it, but you can’t prove it. And if it wasn’t enough with danger lurking the halls of Nevermore, you cross paths once again with the monster in your nightmares.
You are coming out of Doctor Kinbott’s office, after a long and tiring talk about your relationship with your stepmother. You like the doctor. She always has a cup of hot chocolate for you, and cookies. She is nice, she smiles at you, uncaring that when you are uncomfortable the lights flicker and the room gets darker. You open up to her.
“Hi.” Tyler says your name, repeats it even, but you are too busy gawking at him to respond. His hair is shorter, and he has gotten taller and more muscled. Bootcamp did him good. If before he was handsome, now he is even prettier. You know half the town must be swooning for him. The darkness in his eyes, though, it is unchanged. Tyler tries to hide it behind a polite smile, but you can tell he is thrilled at your reaction.
The cup of hot chocolate slips through your hands, shattering against the floor, liquid staining the carpet. You drop to your knees, trying to clean it up, and he kneels next to you. “Careful.” Tyler says, grabbing your wrist, and you scramble back so hard and fast, you hand cuts with one of the porcelain pieces. Blood drips down your fingers and into his. “We don’t want you cutting yourself, but it is too late for that…” He finishes. His pupils dilate, nostrils flaring, almost if he can smell your fear, but you refuse to back away once again and give him the satisfaction. You freeze in his grasp. A bunny under headlights.
“Oh, dear!” Doctor Kinbott says, lured out of her office by all the ruckus. “It seems you have met each other in quite the way!” She laughs, high and airy. “Nine and half, meet ten and half!”
That brings you out of your daze, and you get up on unsteady legs. You mutter something polite. Tyler, ever the gentleman, helps you to your feet. You cradle your injured hand, shake his. Your blood stains his fingers. You look up at him and keep the eye contact: You both know what it means. I will be watching.
Doctor Kinbott is your safe place. You can tell her almost all that troubles you, almost all because you keep secret your nagging suspicions about Mrs. Thornhill. And so, you tell her about Tyler.
“I don’t like him.” You say to her, after your fourth run in with him in a week. Turns out, now he is the barista at the Weathervane, the only café in town. Can’t you just catch a break? “He… He scares me.”
“Why do you think that is?” She asks, eyes soft and never judging. “Is it because he saw you here or because he has shown interest in you?” Of course, she thinks you are afraid of everyone knowing you go to therapy or intimacy.
“No. You have to promise not to tell him, though…” You offer and she smiles at you brightly.
“Patient – Therapist confidentiality is a given here, even if the other person involved is also my patient. I would never discuss something you tell me with him. This is a safe space.” The doctor smiles kindly, and slides you another cookie. You don’t take it.
“It is because we met before. And he made me feel like prey.” You clutch your hot chocolate closer, and start telling her the story of Tyler Galpin.
Kinbott thinks you should be away from Tyler. She doesn’t tell you what he has told her, but you know the story you told her has made the missing piece of the puzzle fit into place. She moves his appointment to Saturdays instead. Not only that, but she looks afraid. For your safety, maybe? She talks to your dad, and he starts escorting you in and out the building, and when the semester starts, that duty falls to principal Weems.
You start watching him, obsessively, then. The shadows have always been your friends, they don’t mind helping you. You sneak out of Nevermore, and sit long hours perched on the ledge of a nearby building, doing homework and stealing glances at him working behind the counter. It’s soothing, being the one watching for a chance. You feel safer, knowing exactly where he is at a given time, cloaked in your shadows. Doctor Kinbott remains unknowing of your new habit because you know she would want you to stop. She would be both concerned because it’s unhealthy and because she thinks Tyler will hurt you. She is right on both accounts.
One day, your normal routine is interrupted because a car pulls over at the Weathervane. Your heart accelerates, beating harder and harder when you realize who is driving. The redheaded, awful, bitch that murdered your mother. You consider warning Tyler, when you see him being friendly to her, but decide against it because you aren’t sure who out of the two of them is more dangerous.
After that, your stalking gets more intentional. They have to be planning something, it’s weird how much time they spend together. She… She seems to like him, she handles him in a way that makes you want to scream, or tell his father. There is something in the way Thornhill touches him that feels dirty, her hands like claws on his arm, his shoulders, anywhere she can reach. You shouldn’t worry about him, this terror of a boy, but you do. The thoughts get confusing, and so, you decide to drop your stalking habits.
The day is an unusually cold one, and so, your friends decide to make a stop at the Weathervane. You don’t have an excuse to wait outside, with the first drops of rain starting to fall. You burrow yourself more inside your coat and trail after Divina and Kent into the café.
“…I’m thinking of getting a caramel latte, and maybe a cinnamon roll?” Divina chatters on, excitedly. She is overjoyed, she has always loved rain. Any water is good water, that’s what sirens always say.
“Don’t you think is way too much sugar? Your teeth will rot.” Kent answers, pulling the door open for the both of you. “What do you think?” He asks you, and you try to form a coherent response that surpasses your fight or flight instinct.
“Yeah, yeah. Next thing you know, she gets diabetes.” You answer, but your attention is not in the conversation. Instead, it is in the boy behind the counter.
Tyler looks just about the same as always, brown polo shirt clinging to his shoulders, apron neatly tied back. But the bruises and the scratches on his arms, those are new. So is the look of pure panic he is sporting, trying to hide it behind a mask of normalcy you know too well. The same one you have worn every day since your mother was murdered. Something rumbles in your stomach, something both possessive and dark. He isn’t supposed to be scared, Tyler is the one to inspire terror in others, not the reverse. And if he is going to be scared, why should other people have the satisfaction? You deserve his fear, after spending twelve years of your life fucking terrified of him from his stunt in the woods. Besides you, no one should be able to scare him.
“We will have a caramel latte, a mocha with an extra shot of espresso and a chai tea. Also, two cinnamon rolls.” Divina says, without even saying good morning. It doesn’t sit right with you. Your policy with anyone working customer service is treating them like a person. Divina is not mean or rude, but she doesn’t think before she speaks most of the time. So, even if this is Tyler, alias your personal nightmare, Galpin, you feel the need to add:
“Good morning, and please.” And smile a little, too. Tyler smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He isn’t paying attention, not even to you. You try to make small chat, but he shifts and avoids any attempt at it. Maybe he thinks this is a power play, too.
When he extends his hand to pass Divina the change, you notice his wrist is purple and green, almost as if he were held too roughly. You wonder what could possibly leave bruises in a pattern so odd.
“Man, did you see his bruises?” Divina loudly whispers when you are walking back to the table. You say nothing. Next to you, Kent snickers.
“Yeah. Who knew Jericho’s golden boy was that kinky?”
“What are you talking about?” You really don’t understand what they are talking about, but their silly mood is contagious. You can’t help but smile.
“Oh, you sweet summer child…” Divina pats your hair. “The bruises on his wrists, those are from shackles.”
Kent laughs. Suddenly, you aren’t smiling anymore.
The first body is discovered only a few days later. The press comments on the attack, hinting at a possible serial killer because isn’t it odd the killer took a foot? This time, your choice of stalking victim is Mrs. Thornhill. But regardless of what you do, she always manages to slip away. And the times she does, a body turns up a few days later, random body part missing.
Your anxiousness must show. Doctor Kinbott comments on it, but you don’t dare tell her. You don’t have the proof. Your therapy rides with Principal Weems get crashed by a pig tailed girl with the name of Wednesday. Her arrival late in the semester puts the school upside down. It’s not hard, to find out she is trying to solve the mystery of the murders.
The next time Weems takes you both to therapy, you slip her your mother’s file.
“Here.” You say to her, trying not catch the attention of the Principal driving you. You pass her a folder, in sober blue. “The notes you asked for.”
“I didn’t ask you…”
“You did. After Rowan’s accident. You were murderous when it happened.” You hope she catches the hint, and Wednesday does not disappoint, grabbing the folder with eager hands.
“Oh, right. I must have forgotten. Thank you.”
In big black letters, just before the detailed autopsy report, you placed your warning: Different MO, same signature. Killer might be closer than you think.
You hope Wednesday can get the proof you need, but you don’t want to lead her on, so you don’t name your suspect.
Tyler shows up at the Rave’n on Wednesday’s arm. He looks better, less bruised and more confident. Your eyes lock across the room, in the middle of your dance with Kent. His lips part, almost as if he were about to mouth something and decides against it at the last minute. Kent pulls you towards his chest, chin hooked over your shoulder.
“What are you staring at?” He asks, following your gaze. For someone who negates the existence of romantic love, he is quite the gossip. “Doesn’t golden boy over there has his own, dark, date to ogle?”
“He has, yes.” You answer, still holding eye contact with Tyler. He has an odd expression on his face, almost as if he has been punched. He looks good tonight, you aren’t going to lie to yourself and say you don’t find him attractive because he is. Shame that you know exactly what lurks beneath the pretty face.
“Seems like our boy has a type. Likes them dark, menacing and tiny.” Kent pokes at your ribs, still with his head on your shoulder. It makes the whole thing awkward because your body arches trying to get away from his touch, but you don't want him falling down either. It looks funny, you know that because Tyler smiles slightly.
“Asshole.” You break eye contact with Tyler to push Kent away. “Not tiny.”
“I’ll stop calling you tiny if, when you fuck him, you share details.” He snorts.
“Gross.” But your response is a little delayed, and Kent definitely notices. He gives you a pitying look, and you wonder if he knows something about you that you don't know about yourself. Both Divina and him are your closest friends, but you know they share a bond that's different from what they have with you. Do they talk about you when you are not there? Do they talk about the way Tyler looks at you, the way that you look at him, half fear, half attraction?
“Babe, the boy has been pinning for you since, like, fourth grade.” The phrase rings in your ear, makes its way to your brain like an insidious worm. It's still there when blood starts to rain from the ceiling, when Tyler rushes out of the room. Maybe that's why you follow him. Oh, how you wish Kent had never spoken them.
You cloak yourself in your shadows, Kent in too much of a panic to notice you slipping away from him. Tyler's looking at his phone, distracted. He doesn't realize you are falling into step behind him, following into the twisted paths of the woods you both grew up into. The same as you did thirteen years ago, follow him inside the forest because you were young and stupid and desperately wanted to be liked.
The night is cold, wind drifting in and out between the trees and making eerie sounds. Your dress sticks to your skin, wet with fake blood. Tyler walks with intend, dodging branches and ducking between leaves. You try to keep up, but you are getting tired. Someone screams, the sound making you jump. A boy, it's a boy screaming. And then, Wednesday's voice rings in your ears, but you can't make out what she is saying. You can barely think because right in front of your eyes, Tyler is turning into the ugliest monster you had ever seen, skin gray, form still humanoid. It looks painful, how the skin breaks, the joints shift. His eyes are dark and protruding, hungry, pointy teeth come out of his mouth. The nice hands turn into claws, and you don’t dare breathe, you don’t dare even whisper a warning because he is pouncing on the boy and slicing with his claws.
You press your hand to your mouth, biting your fingers to keep you from screaming and betraying your position. It’s over fast, the screams of the boy turning into pained, choked whimpers. The monster sniffs at the air and for one terrifying second, you think your eyes meet his. But he walks away, and then Wednesday is there and Thornhill, and it’s all so confusing and scary you end up walking back to your dorm in a daze.
The shower you take does nothing to soothe your nerves, but it helps you clear your head. So, Tyler is the monster. But Thornhill still showed up at the scene, you know the two of them have something like a relationship. Does it mean they are working together? You toss and turn until morning, sleep evading you. Your conclusion is that you need additional information. You decide to explore the woods and do some more stalking in your free time.
This is what you discover: There is a cave, much like the one Tyler pushed you into all those years ago. Someone burned the cave down. Eugene, the kid from the bee club, was trying to get inside the cave, but the person burning it down spooked him. He ran into the monster, into Tyler after that. You also know Tyler got a text before slipping away, that means he was possibly following orders. Thornhill appeared at the scene, and so did Wednesday.
You decide to tail Wednesday after that. It doesn’t last long, the girl too paranoid about being followed to be able to do it easily, but you learn the monster is called a Hyde. Hydes usually have masters, who tell them what to do. You decide to look up that information later.
The first days are hard. You don’t dare tell anyone what you just saw, too paranoid about suffering the same fate as Eugene. Tyler is dangerous, you have known that since you both were just kids, but now you know exactly how much. He is capable of killing people, yet he isn’t the one who killed your mother. You can’t decipher why Thornhill would be interested in killing her… Unless she knew Tyler was a Hyde and could become a problem later on. But that doesn’t explain what Thornhill hopes to achieve by killing all these people. You ponder, and ponder, but can’t get a why.
Then, cold, hard determination settles on your stomach. You can’t go the legal way, but you can get your revenge in other ways. You need a plan, and it won’t be easy, but you think you can achieve it. What can drive a person to become a murderer? Turns out, all it takes is getting pushed a little too much. Suddenly, murder seems like a reasonable reaction. Desperation makes funny things to people. And seeing Tyler attack Eugene had been your last straw. You won’t be able to live without fear until Thornhill is neutralized, and if no one is going to do it, you will have to take matters into your own hands.
The first step is easy. On your next therapy session, you tell the magic words to Doctor Kinbott.
“I’m afraid. Sometimes… Sometimes I get this feeling, like someone is watching me…” You whisper, crying, in what has to be the performance of a lifetime. Kinbott looks almost afraid, too. She takes your hand in hers, gently. You feel bad about manipulating her, but it’s for the best.
“Do you think you are in real danger, or is this a feeling only?” At the question, you think a little. If you tell her it is real danger right away, she might discount you as a traumatized girl. But if you appear to be considering the question, she will think you are sensible, in touch with your emotions, responsible.
“I don’t know.” You answer and start sobbing. Kinbott takes you on her arms, and you hug her back. You walk out of the session with a tired expression. Who knew fake crying was so tiring?
The second step is easy too. You know your mom had a gun. Being a single mother, even in a small town, is dangerous business. Even more when you and your daughter are part of a discriminated minority. It’s a tiny revolver, that you know your dad wouldn’t dare throw, just like all the stuff your mom had. To make room for his new wife, he just put everything neatly up in boxes in the attic and forgot about it. The attic might not be the place for a gun. But the safe in the office might be.
You are right. The revolver is there, collecting dust and just waiting to be used. You don’t take it yet, knowing your father would notice it absence. Instead, you go stalk Tyler some more, and learn two things. His bedroom doesn’t have bars in the windows, and he still keeps a planner for his schoolwork, all done manually. You snap pictures of it.
Now you know he has a date every Saturday after therapy with someone named L. And his handwriting is easy to copy.
When the first letter shows up, you are having breakfast with your father and stepmother. It’s Sunday, and you had asked Principal Weems for permission to sleep at home, citing homesickness. The letter it’s addressed to you, in wonky letters that clearly try to disguise the handwriting. You open it, and promptly start sobbing.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did… What does it say?” Your dad gets up, reading over your shoulder. His face morphs into one of fury.
“What kind of bastard? I’m going to kill him, sweetheart! I will kill that fucking boy!”
“Love, calm down, you are scaring her!” Your stepmother says, laying a hand on his arm.
“Scaring her? She is not scared of me, look at this, at the little bastard. That Galpin boy, I bet he is behind it.” He takes the letter from your hands, and starts quoting it out loud. You start sobbing harder. “Your thighs, they are so creamy. I have seen them, when you walk out of the shower to get dressed. I wonder how they would look if I held them down and forced you to open them, if you would scream, resist me! The guy is sending rape threats to my daughter.” At that, your stepmother falls silent, and pulls you into a hug. You cry on her chest.
“How… Whoever this is, they must be watching the house, to know she would receive it.” She says, carding a hand through your hair.
“That’s it. I’m going to the station.”
“Don’t!” You beg. You have set up Tyler to take the blame for it, but it doesn’t mean you want him to, it’s only a last resource. “Daddy, don’t!” You know he melts when he hears you call him that, reminds you of better times, when he and your mother were still together, when you were his little princess.
“Sweetheart…” He pleads with you, but he is already surrendering.
“She is right. We can’t go to Sheriff Galpin and tell him his son is stalking her!” Your stepmother intervenes, and for the first time, you are grateful for her.
“We should have taken her across the country! Not uprooting her, my ass. This fucking town!” Your father complains, but you fist a hand on his shirt and pull him into the hug too. You need to keep him happy, and if he thinks you are playing family with his new wife, he will be more malleable. He goes willingly.
You sent yourself two more letters, in the same disturbing tone. You are careful to not make them seem more like twisted love letters, never threatening, so you don’t get pulled out of Nevermore. In your next session with Doctor Kinbott, you tell her about the letters, your dad’s suspicions, and you mention how much safer you would feel if you knew how to shoot.
Your lessons with Sheriff Galpin start that same afternoon.
“Look at you, all grown up!” He says to you, ruffling your hair. “Your daddy tells me he wants me to teach you how to shoot, says summer is coming, and you will be all alone in that big house.” Normally, he doesn’t like outcasts, but you look so much like your mother, and she was such good friends with Francoise…
The backyard, the place you will be learning how to shoot, looks the same it did thirteen years ago.
“Thank you so much for taking the time, Sheriff.” You say to him, brightly. Tyler won’t be home for at least five more hours, that you know. He has school, and then a shift at the Weathervane.
“Call me Donovan, kiddo. We will be spending all afternoon together.” He sets up some cans in the far wall. “Your mother had registered a revolver, so you will learn to shoot one of those, okay?”
“Yeah, daddy said he still has it. Couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.” You answer, innocently. The Sheriff mutters something uncomplimentary under his breath, that sounds too much like a dig at your dad and stepmother, but you let it slide because you think mostly the same.
“Pay attention. This, here, is the cylinder.” He indicates a twisty part. “You open it, pressing here.” He hands you the revolver, and you repeat his motions, committing them to memory.
“Okay.”
“Revolvers are easier to handle, less complex than semiautomatics. Good for a lady, they can be concealed in a purse. But since you will be at home, we will go over carrying later.” The sheriff shows you tiny bullets inside the cylinder, slowly taking them out. “God, you are not the person I thought I would be teaching this.”
“Did you teach Tyler?” You ask, curiously.
“No, kid never showed interest. And even if he did…” He trails off, and you can tell he is thinking about what happened last year, when he got sent off to bootcamp. “That’s not relevant. Remember this, always. Guns are dangerous, and it’s more probable that the gun at home will be used against you than to defend you, that’s statistics. So, you don’t pull out the gun to threaten, you only pull it out when you are sure you will take the shot, got it?”
“Yes, Mister…” At the look he gave you, you promptly corrected yourself. "Donovan.”
“Good. This, here, is the trigger. It’s hard to pull, this is why the revolvers don’t usually have other safety’s. Try it.” You put a hesitant hand on the revolver. “Go ahead, sweetheart. It’s uncharged, you won’t hurt anyone.” You tried pulling it, finding out it needed more force than you thought.
“This one here, is a higher caliber, that means, more recoil. So, try to grab it with both hands. Revolvers carry fewer rounds, but are far more accurate than a semi, so, not that bad. Always aim for the torso, even if you got bad aim, you will hit something.”
The afternoon goes by quickly. He pours you a mug of coffee, and you promise next time to bring something sweet to share. Donovan looks lonely, and it tugs at your heartstrings, that you are manipulating him too. It hurts even more to think that his son is a killer. You are certain that by the end of it, he will be even more heartbroken.
Tyler thinks he is going crazy. Your smell follows him anywhere, sweet and enticing. If he hadn't been experiencing before that afternoon, he would have thought it was his stupid crush rearing its ugly head.
He enters the house, tired after the long shift, and the scent lingers in the air. His dad is sitting in the backyard, there are two mugs in the kitchen sink.
“Was someone over?” He asks, curious about what his dad will say. Will he cover up for you? Tyler knows all about your watching trick, you think you are so sly, but he can smell you from a mile away. His eyes have always been on you, since he was only a kid who didn’t know what wanting someone really meant. He was always going to see you watching him, and most of the time, he was watching back. And the Hyde… The Hyde thought of you as his. Not prey, not quite master, something else entirely. The Hyde’s mouth watered at the thought of running you down, biting you until you whimpered, mouth filing with the coppery taste of your blood. But not hard enough to really hurt you, no. Just enough to get a bit of fear in your eyes, to get the defiance and fire you had had since you were a five-year-old shining on your features. You would be beautiful, glorious even. You already were.
“Yeah, remember my old secretary?” His father says casually. “The one that was friends with your mother?” The way the words come out of his mouth, it’s strange. Almost as if he never speaks them out loud, only to himself. And it’s true. Tyler doesn’t talk to his father a lot about his mom. More like, never.
“Yeah, was she here?” Tyler asks, feigning he doesn’t know your mother is dead. He knows all about you, he always has. From the face you make when you are about to cry, to the way your school skirt sways left and right when you walk. He knows you have a mole on your hip, that you don’t like wearing perfume unless it is a special occasion. He knows you watch him cloaked in your shadows and like to pretend that you are some big sort of predator when you are just a tiny bunny. Maybe a black bunny, but a bunny nonetheless. Prey. His for running down, his for taking.
“Her kid. She passed away, some psycho murdered her last semester, when you were on…” His father starts to explain, trailing off in remembrance of his time at the bootcamp. Tyler doesn’t want to talk about it, so he cuts him off.
“Yeah. What did she want?” A crazy thought crosses his head. Perhaps you are looking into the death of your mother, maybe he can tip you off in some way. He doesn't understand why Laurel might have killed her, but it has her fingertips all over it. She might have been trying to see if she could do it on her own, carrying the whole plan by herself.
“Her dad wants her to learn to shoot. Summer is coming, and the poor kid is all alone in that big house, after her mother’s death… I can’t blame the man for being paranoid. I can blame him for bringing his mistress and having her sleep on the same bed, though….” Tyler is not listening anymore. He isn't concerned with the gossip on your father. He thinks it’s nice, that the guy cares enough to get someone to teach you to defend yourself. After all, you are all fragile human, with powers that aren’t really good for close combat. Even if you are a firecracker, you are easily hurt. Tyler has issues with that. If someone is going to hurt you and scare you, it’s going to be him, not some robber who shows up at the right time.
Your smell chases him still. It takes a lot of self-control, to not just run to the shower and masturbate to the way your perfume drifted through the house, to the space the Hyde calls his, and impregnated the sofa’s cushions. It gets worse, this itch, the more time that passes. Every day, the scent is all over the house, your smell getting stronger with each visit.
The day he feels it in his bedroom is the day he folds, jerking off in a way that’s almost desperate, with a fist on his mouth to keep himself from crying out. He wonders how you would look, all pretty on your knees. Would your eyes be full of the same defiance, or would you melt, turning into all soft skin and whimpers? He wonders if you are watching him, now, perched in some dark corner. His blinds aren’t closed, he realizes. You could be sitting in one of the branches of the tree just across the street, defiant eyes fixated on him, cloaked up pretty on your shadows. Tyler wonders if you would like watching him, and that thought is what sends him over the edge, desperate sounds drowned on his pillow.
Wednesday does the courtesy of inviting you to torture Tyler that night.
“He is the thread we need to pull to get to your mother’s killer.” She says, full of confidence. You hope this time, she gets it right because you had heard about Xavier’s arrest and your therapist’s murder, and you were so tired you could cry. “Thought you had a right to attend.” Like she is inviting you to a damn wedding or christening and not a, you know, torture session. Your morals have been iffy lately, so you are in no place to judge.
“Sure. Thank you.” You say, and the thought of your reaction at seeing Tyler in chains is not something that even crosses your mind.
“You too?” He asks, in a tired tone, when he sees you stepping out of the shadows. “Look, you can’t still be mad about what I did to you.” Tyler is good, you have to give him that. He has you doubting that he is the Hyde and you saw him maul Eugene half to death. But there is something in the way he looks at you, hunger in his eyes, that gives him away. Tyler has always looked weirdly at you, but this, this hunger, is like almost thinks you two share a secret, that you two are partners in crime.
“What did he do to you?” Wednesday asks, but she is slowly losing control of the group. The cops will arrive at any moment now, so you manage to slip away and get the gun from your dorm and be back in position in a miraculous time.
When Sheriff Galpin comes in, guns blazing, you position yourself in front of Tyler, almost as if you are protecting him. It leaves your back open to him, and even with him chained, you don’t like it. Then, you do your favorite trick: You start crying.
When the man sees you, his expression changes. He is about to question you, but you run to his arms, uncaring about the gun in his hand, and hug him hard.
“I’m sorry sir, I tried. I tried, I promise you, Tyler is not the murderer, he was with me all those nights. I snuck him in, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I tried to stop them.”
You are sure that behind you, the look Tyler must be giving you has to be of absolute bafflement. Wednesday is staring daggers at you, but you don’t care. Your hand is gripping the gun on the pocket of your coat, and the only thought on your head is that you are getting your revenge.
“Shh, kiddo, it’s okay.” And just like you predicted, the Sheriff is unable to deal with a crying girl, so he rubs your back as another officer unties Tyler. “You three, to the station. Now.” He says, directing Tyler and Wednesday to his truck. He lets go of you, pushing you gently towards Tyler, who he now thinks is your boyfriend. Tyler catches you, pulling you towards his chest, hiding his face in your hair as if he is calming down.
You press the barrel of the gun against his stomach before he can even speak.
“For the record: I am not happy to see you.” You whisper and feel the way his body goes tense. He wraps a hand on your shoulder, he laughs a little, but it’s strained.
“What the hell are you doing?” His lips are dangerously close to your ear, and you shiver. You feel his smirk against your hair. Not knowing if you want him closer, or far away, you shove him with one last warning.
“Saving your sorry ass. We are dating. Go.”
Wednesday rides shotgun, Donovan not trusting her enough to put her in the back with you two. The ride is quiet, you keep your hands in your pockets, revolver firmly in your grasp. Tyler’s eyes never leave you, questioning and dangerous.
When you get to the station, you get sent to separate rooms. They don’t make you go through the metal detectors, there is simply no time. Not when the Sheriff's son was just kidnapped. They take your statement, and you spin your web of pretty, sanitized lies, pinning everything on Wednesday.
You tell the Donovan you and Tyler are dating, but keeping it a secret because you are an outcast, and were afraid of his disapproval. You also tell him your father is really strict, he doesn’t want you dating until you are 21. For almost every murder, you give him an alibi, so he doesn’t get suspicious of everything being too perfect. You tell him how you snuck him in to your dorm, in the middle of the night, how you know his favorite candies are Reese’s cups, and that you had gotten closer after you had asked him for one at the Weathervane, for him to tell you they were not for sale. How you had a crush on him since you were kids, but your father would have never approved. You tell him you think Tyler has been getting better, not getting in trouble until that girl, Wednesday Addams (And here you make sure to enunciate her last name loudly, to play on his prejudice) appeared. You tell so many lies, and so many half-truths already, that your head is spinning.
Tyler and Wednesday kept their statement brief, referring only to the kidnapping and torturing. When you get out, you find him threatening Wednesday, while apparently hugging her. He is angry. Oh, he is angry, and you think it’s not all directed at her, but to you too.
You clear your throat because that’s what a good girlfriend would do. Tyler's expression gets even more pinched.
“Bunny, didn’t see you there.” He lets go of Wednesday, who looks half pissed, half terrified, and pulls you closer to him, slipping a casual arm around your waist. You hug him back, tense smile on your lips, fingers itching for the gun. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck, Tyler runs a finger down your spine. It's a warning. He could snap your neck if he wanted.
“We aren’t finished here.” Wednesday says, looking at both of you like you are monsters. Which, fair, maybe you both are because you are trembling under Tyler's touch, and it's not from fear. Wednesday doesn’t ask for your motivation, but her next words are directed to you only. “He won’t get away with this.”
“I think…” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Tyler leaned down to give you more access, sweet smile on his face, while his hands dug on the skin of your waist in a grip so harsh it was almost claw-like. “He has an iron tight alibi for most of those nights, one willing to testify. And that the DNA won’t be checked again, since it was dismissed and the chain of custody is probably broken already.”
“You don’t know what he is capable of.” She warned, walking away.
“Oh, I am. I got this under control.” You laughed, and Wednesday gave you one last murderous glance before leaving.
“We need to talk.” Tyler whispered to you, leading you out of the station. “I don’t know what game you are playing, little girl, but it won’t end up well for you. I could break you in half…”
“Tyler, sweetie.” You said, pressing the gun hard against his side while you walked. To an outside observer, you looked like any other over affectionate young couple. “This is why, in this relationship, I do the talking.”
“You are bluffing.” He said, leaning more into the barrel of the gun. “You wouldn’t shoot.”
“What is what your father always say?” You asked him, finger going to the trigger. “Never pull the gun unless you…”
“You are ready to take the shot.” For the first time in the night, he seemed scared. “You don’t want me taking it from you, Bunny. You are going to get hurt.”
“Oh, try. Thing is, this is not like the semi your dad uses. One pull of my finger and you are dead. Revolvers don’t have a safety. I got five bullets. Wanna bet on how many I can put on you before you even try to take it from me?”
Tyler kept quiet.
“What do you want?” He finally asked. His eyes were glazed over, his expression half fear, half want. Oh, he was sick. Probably you too. Who liked getting threatened with a gun? But from the look on his eyes, he was very much into it.
“I want Thornhill dead. And from how I see it, you have two options. You help me kill the bitch or go down with her. I don't care.” You spit out, and it feels so good to finally admit it. You had spent months saying to yourself you wanted her in jail, convincing you didn't want her dead. But you are past that point. Justice wouldn't be her living behind bars a long time. The only justice you could get was ending her life, just as she had ended your mother's.
“I can’t…” Tyler whispered, guiding you towards his house. But you could tell, that maybe, he wanted her dead as much as you did. Something rattles in your mind, a memory half forgotten. The way she touched him that first night, the way you didn't like, that made you sick to your stomach.
“Oh, come on, now you remember you have a moral fiber?” It's a shitty thing to do, but you need to press your advantage while you still have it. “You don’t kill women? Well, guess what, you are going down with her.” The barrel of the gun dug harder against his body, so hard you were sure a bruise was forming.
“It’s not that…” His voice sounded pained. “She is my master, the Hyde…”
“Can change its allegiance, I’m sure.” You stepped a little away from him, keeping your eyes on his hands. You didn’t want him trying anything.
“I… I don’t know how.”
“Look, I’m not asking you to kill her yourself. Just help me. I’ll do the killing. Besides, I bet you want it as much as I do.”
“She isn’t so bad…” He tried to joke, a hint of the golden retriever smile appearing on his face. He looked cute. You vanished those thoughts immediately. No time for distractions, not now.
“You could have been normal, you know?” You said to him, jerking to a stop in a dark alleyway. This will work better, he seems the type to be moved by the fantasies. And you, you knew how it felt to miss a mother, grief so encompassing you could barely breathe without hurting. “My mother knew about yours, she could have helped you. That’s why she is dead. For you.”
“My… Would she have?” He asked, looking gutted. The idea of someone helping him is so foreign, you wonder if no one else has offered before. Have all his relationships been transactional, so far? Tyler seems to be that way about touch, too. Always to hurt, to dominate, never touching for the sake of it. Thornhill was another example of that, you betted she had took advantage of how touch starved he was.
“She loved her. It was always, Francoise this, Francoise that. She cried every night after her death for months. She desperately wanted me to be friends with you.” Your eyes filled with tears. You took the gun out of your pocket, gripping it one-handed and pointing it to the ground. Just in case he decided to get smart and take advantage of your distraction. Fuck, you were too soft. You hated it.
“My mother, she liked you too.” Tyler offered, quietly. His eyes were red, but he wasn’t crying. “She always joked how you would have made an amazing daughter-in-law.” His tone was soft, hesitant. He had raised the stakes out of his own free will.
“She was lovely. The only friend my mother had.” Not an agreement, but not a no, either.
“God, wherever they are, they must be so angry.” Tyler laughed, and it sounded a little hysterical. You couldn’t help but join in. “Can I hug you?” He asked. Your hand twitched on the trigger. Tyler followed the motion, only reaction been raising his hands in surrender. For the first time in the whole night, you didn’t know what to say.
Tyler’s eyes were pleading. He had never wanted you more than tonight, when you had manipulated people left and right for him. For him, the Hyde screamed. The monster had already made his decision, to him, tonight had been a declaration of eternal love. This gun to his ribs, nothing more than part of running you down. He had to prove himself strong, worthy of your submission. The Hyde was never letting you go again, you were his new obsession. From this close, you smelled heavenly, the perfect mix of girl, nervousness, and determination. Good enough to eat. He just needed to catch you and claim you.
You could tell, by the way he looked at you, troubled small-town boy and hints of the monster beneath it, that he was sincere. He actually wanted to hug you.
“Sure. Since we are now dating and all…” You trailed off when his hands wrapped around you, nose burying in the crook of your neck and taking desperate inhales of your scent. It was driving him insane. He wanted you close, so close your scents mixed, so close your fear clung to him, gave him the high he wanted.
“You can keep the gun, if it makes you feel safe.” Tyler whispered against your skin, lips moving against your neck. It was soft, this time. He wasn’t gripping you harshly, like he had been at the station. The gun clattered softly to the gun, slipping from your limp fingers. He could be manipulating you, but this felt too good, too right, to not fall for it. “But… I like you. I always have. I have watched you more than I should, my Hyde is head over heels for you already.” Tyler kept talking, hoping you would see he was sincere. This was him, matching your boldness. “I would kill her for you, you know? If you asked. If you wanted me to. I would hold her down, slash her throat. Offer her body to you.” Those words were forbidden words, contemplating killing his master should be impossible. But for you, for you, he would do it. There was no hesitation.
No one had ever told you something half as romantic. So, you took your own leap of faith. You pulled him out of your neck, softly grabbing his hair, and devoured his mouth. Tyler kissed back, just as passionately. He crowded you against one of the walls, thigh slotting between your legs, and you whimpered in his mouth. The happy rumble he gave, it didn’t sound human.
“Mine,” He said, kissing a path down your neck, biting at it, hard. Hard enough to draw blood. “Mine. Mine. No one else will touch you, not even her. Mine.” He seemed crazed, like the only thought in his head was you. And it was. The Hyde was frenzied with the need to claim, to make sure everybody knew you were his.
“Yours. Yours.” You answered, breathless. Oh, you two were fucked. Badly. You knew you shouldn't want him so much, a few days ago you had watched him maul a kid half to death. It was not even an hour ago, you had been pointing a gun to him. But his lips on your skin felt right, the way he was touching you was making your brain throw all precaution through the window. You grabbed at his hair, at his back, anywhere. To wherever you could reach, anchor yourself with.
“Let’s take this somewhere else, please?” Tyler whined, mouthing at your shoulder. His hand tugged at the collar of your shirt, exposing more skin for him to mark. It makes you wonder if this is him or the Hyde talking. He has always had a dark undercurrent to him, even with the monster asleep. “Please, let me have you. I have wanted you for so long…” The last phrase caught your attention.
“Since when?” You pushed him away, just so you could try to get to his house before you two ended up fucking in a dirty alley. But Tyler didn’t seem deterred on the least, taking the chance to slip a hand under your shirt, running his fingers over the skin on your back. “Stop it, we gotta get indoors. After this, I’m not getting arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Since, like, sophomore year.” Tyler laughs, holding you closer still. He gently starts fixing your clothes back to normal. Now you know he is just making shit up because there is no way it has been that long for him too.
“You were kissing half the school, don't make me laugh.” You answer, and it comes way more bitter than you intended.
“Aww, are you jealous?” He mocks you, doing the buttons on your coat with steady hands. “Don’t worry, I never wanted them the way I want you.” Tyler presses a kiss to your forehead, inhaling your scent longer than he probably should.
“Yeah, sure. They weren’t half as crazy.” You let him finish dressing you, giving him a stare.
“I have wanted you since before I knew what having a crush was, but started wanting you like this when I got older. You got fucking pretty, but never looked my way.” Tyler knelt on the floor, looking for something in the pavement. Too late, you remembered the gun. Anxiety clutched at your insides with an iron fist. Had he only been tricking you? But once he got hold of it, he took the bullets out and slipped them in his pocket, as one does. His expression is completely blank. You wanted to laugh. Then, Tyler passed you the revolver, still on his knees, handle first. You grabbed it with cautious hands.
“Left you a bullet.” Tyler explained, hands raised in surrender. “I can smell your fear, you know?” You ignored his commentary, checking the chamber. Just one bullet, true. You wonder if truly his sense of smell is that sensitive.
“Never took you for a fan of Russian Roulette. Also, I watched you too, you know?”
“Yeah, all you know about me comes from your little stalking habit.” He got up from his knees. You stared at him. Was it possible he had only been entertaining you all this time? “Bunny, I can smell you. Well, the Hyde can.”
“Stop calling me that.” You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his. The revolver went back into your coat. “Makes zero sense.”
“Makes total sense. You… To me, you have always been prey. Since we were kids. I didn’t understand it, back then, but I wanted to run you down.” Tyler rubs at his face, a scowl appearing on his pretty features. “I… Okay, if this doesn’t make you run for the hills and decide this is a bad idea, you will stay forever.” He finally says, lowering his voice to a whisper. Is he going to confess a deep dark secret? You hope so. Tyler has so many layers, he makes this whole thing fun. “I like the smell of fear. But I don’t like the scent of terrified, then it makes me sick, like too much of cheap vanilla perfume. You have always balanced it out well.”
You laugh because you don’t know what to say. Thank you? I'm glad you like the smell of my fear? This feels like such a surreal compliment you don't know what to say. So instead, you change the topic.
“Why didn’t you stop me from watching you?”
“I liked you watching…” His voice trails off, in a way you bet is calculated. Tyler is good at playing the charming guy like that. Just ask Wednesday. Then, he leans forward, to whisper in your ear. “And I was thinking, maybe today I could watch you instead…?” Feeling him so close, the insinuation on his words, it’s too much. A blush appears on your cheeks. You hear him snicker, and punch him in the arm lightly. But you let him wrap an arm around you and keep leading you.
That’s how you end up sitting on the bed, completely naked, Tyler's hand rubbing soothing circles on your ankle.
“Come on, show me.” He says, running his index finger along the inside of your calf. It’s awkward, being asked to touch yourself. You are not used to having an audience, to worrying about how you look. Tyler is still fully dressed, a sharp contrast to your nakedness and a way, you guess, to show who is in control. Even if you like him a lot, you find it hard to be aroused. To try to get yourself in the right mood, you rub your clit on circles, but it’s not doing much.
Tyler definitely notices because his hands come to grasp at your ankles, pulling your legs slightly more apart.
“That's how you touch yourself? Straight for the prize?” His tone is neutral. Not judging, but not forceful either. The choice is yours, in the end.
“… Yeah.” Your hands drop uselessly by your sides. You feel too self-conscious.
“You are…” He tilts his head to the side, evaluating. “Okay, this is not working. You are too tense.” Tyler crawls towards you, and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Would it be better if I was doing it too? Or… We could do something else?” It's sweet, for someone who had just been threatened with a gun. Odd, too, considering the kind of people you both are. But maybe, he is trying to build trust. God knows this relationship needs it.
“I want to try.” You complain, tugging at his shirt. You really aim to please him, for him to have what he wants. Not many people feel that way about Tyler. Certainly, not his father, who has talked more to you in a week than to his son in a month. Not Thornhill, who is too obsessed with her plan and motivations to care about his accomplice.
“Okay. “ Tyler takes off his shirt. “Sit on my lap.”
You hurry to obey, kissing him hungrily. He kisses back, matching your pace and nipping lightly at your lips. You open for him, letting him take what he wants. He breaks the kiss only when the need for air is too pressing, and even then, he presses his forehead to yours, keeping a close eye on your reactions. It’s strangely intimate.
Tyler grabs one of your hands and takes it to your neck, running it lightly over your exposed collarbones, down the valley of your breasts. Your fingers bend in his grasp, allowing him to go lower and lower, until your hand is just over your pubic bone. He helps your hand do the same path in reverse, until you are squirming for more stimulation. Then, he guides your fingers to your nipples and lets go of your hand.
“Go ahead, Bunny.” You squeeze your nipple, mystified by the sensation. You have never been really sensitive there, it’s not a place you care too much about. Tyler’s hand goes to pinch your other nipple. Your back arches a little, thighs squeezing his at the sudden burst of pleasure. So, that’s what this is supposed to feel like. “Copy what I’m doing.”
You obey, surprised to see it does work.
“Good.” Tyler says, mouthing at your shoulder. His eyes are dark. What is it about this that he likes so much? Control? You are reluctant to fight him over it, you like the idea of him having power over you. It appeals to your love of danger. “Keep going.” This time, his teeth dig in the hollow of your throat, and you can’t avoid moaning. You grind down against him, finding he is half hard already.
“How does this feel?” Tyler asks, scratching at your inner thighs. You pant, muffling your cries on his mouth because the answer is too fucking good. He seems to be playing your body like an instrument, zeroing in weak spots you didn’t know you had. “Do it yourself.”
You obey, raking your nails over the insides of your thighs, lightly. It feels odd. Not as good as when Tyler does it. You never focused too much on these areas when masturbating, you just kind of… Went for it.
“Can you do that?” You plead, looking at him with your widest, most innocent eyes. Tyler is a sucker for them, it turns out because he does. His nails, shorter than your own, scratch at your thighs until you are bucking your hips against his. He draws patterns on your legs, hands everywhere, but never where you need them the most. The desperation starts to show, hips shifting, trying to catch his hands and pull them between your legs. Tyler ignores it, eyes fixed on yours. He wants you to understand this is something you need to do yourself. He even takes his hands off you when you get too impatient. “Please, just… Keep touching me?”
“Fine.” He grumbles, but it sounds more amused than angry. “But I’m not doing all the work.”
This time, your hands go to your folds, spreading the wetness there. Having his hands on you, having him closer, makes it ten times better than before, and it looks like he knows it. You search for his knees, blindly, and place a hand there to hold yourself. The stretch of your back is more than you expected, but you make it work. Tyler wants to watch? You will give him a show.
Tyler smirks at you. He likes that you have taken the initiative, putting more space between the two of you, so he gets a better view.
“Good girl.” The compliment makes you preen, so you reward him by sliding a hand down your stomach, to cup your pussy. His hands tense around your thighs, breath hitching. You tease your clit with the tip of your finger, biting your lip to quiet your moan. Tyler’s pupils are blown, eyes fixated on your hand.
“Fuck.” He says, hand going to spread your labia, so he can have a better look. He seems unable to stop himself.
“Good?” You ask, teasing your clit until it is puffy and aching. There is something about having him look at you while you touch yourself that feels dirty, shameful even, but the embarrassment only adds to your pleasure. The way his hand feels, spreading you open, makes you think how much better it could feel if he were the one touching you. You feel yourself get wetter, slick dripping slightly. Tyler definitely notices because his eyes get wider and his index finger runs down your hole, not pressing, just mapping the route your slick is taking, towards your perineum.
“More than I expected. I thought about this, I thought about you watching me, all those nights… What did you see, Bunny? Something like this?” You can't answer because Tyler takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting like you are his last meal. You grab on his hair, hold almost painful, with the way you are balancing on his lap. He moans and looks up at you. It’s… You don’t know, but it feels dirty, to be making eye contact when he has his mouth on you, saliva spreading everywhere. When he notices you have stopped touching yourself, he moves as if to pull away. Your hand drops his hair and goes immediately to your hole, pressing a finger inside.
“Please, Tyler. I… You had your fun.” You beg, and can feel his smirk against your skin. He likes you like this, all pretty and doing what he says, but he wants you to put more of a fight. Tyler liked you at first because you weren’t afraid of him, you were defiant. This version of you… You aren’t afraid, he can tell, but it’s like you have forgotten you have a spine.
“I guess you have been a good bunny….” Tyler does quick work of his pants and boxers and soon, he is slipping inside you. It’s easy, with how wet you are, but he keeps unmoving, eager for your reaction. He hopes you will try to take control this time. He wants to force you to stay down, to be harsher. Own you.
You don’t disappoint, bouncing desperately on his cock.
“Didn’t you want to claim me so much?” You want him to let go. Sure, it was sweet, this that he had been doing before, casual dominance getting at you. But you fell in love with the guy who locked you in a cave when you were five years old to get off on your screams, the one that jerked off to the thought of you spying on him. “At this rate, I’m the one owning you.” You need him desperate, you want him angry and riled up, so, you do the thing that you know will make him the most mad. You make a grab for his wrists, pushing him to lie on his back.
“Sometimes, I think you don’t have any sense of self-preservation.” Tyler grunts, and fights your grip. It gets messy, you are both rolling around on the bed, his hands desperately grabbing at your hips, you are pushing him down. He slips out of you at one point, you try to force him to go down, and he won’t just let you that easy.
You figure it does something to the Hyde, the idea of forcing you to submit, nipping at your neck, teeth digging hard at your nape. You arch into his mouth, confused by the sensation. It feels good, to be caught finally, but you bet this isn’t a normal reaction. Tyler rolls you over, eyes dark, and pins your wrist over your head. That, coupled with the satisfied smirk on his face as he fucks you, tells you he is making a mockery of what you had been trying to do before. You scratch at his back, angry at him, and at yourself, at the world, really. Your nails draw gashes across his skin, but it only seems to egg him on more.
“You are mine. You are mine.” He bites your shoulder, pointy canines harsh enough to draw blood. That, coupled with his hand rubbing circles on your clit, is what makes you fall apart. He does too, muffling his moan in your mouth.
“You know…” Tyler presses a tender kiss to the wound of your shoulder. “Loyalties change.”
You snort. “Does the Hyde have a new master?”
“By death.” He promises, kissing your neck next and making you squirm. “Didn’t take you for the type to want shared custody. She has to go.” And oh, it feels sweeter, better than the orgasm you just had.
#my writing#wednesday netflix#tyler galpin#tyler galpin x reader#tyler galpin x y/n#tyler galpin x you#im so tired#tyler galpin imagine#tyler galpin smut#tyler galpin x fem!reader#wednesday addams#kent fisher#divina fisher
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hi, can I request a Tyler Galpin x Fem!reader (romantic)?
Basically, reader is in the hospital due to an attack from the Hyde (she doesn’t know Tyler is the Hyde). She wakes up to find Tyler has been with her the entire time and stuff, saying how he found her unconscious. He says sorry, and reader is like; “what are you sorry for?”, to which he just responds with “not being able to protect you” (but we both know that’s not what he’s sorry for exactly). The whole time, Tyler just seems really guilty and stuff, and that makes reader worried, but he waves it off as nothing and just tells her how he’s glad she’s okay. That’s it really, sort of angst + fluff ifykwim. No Hyde revelation (yet). Thank you!
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 | t. galpin x f!reader pt. 1
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contents: angst, fluff, swearing, slight gore, other characters platonic x reader, more parts coming, kind of want to do a happy ending?
It was cold, dark and foggy in the forest the night that y/n had decided to take a walk. She felt like clearing her head as the past few weeks had been hectic. The girl felt at peace in the forest. She felt tranquilly alone, the leaves crunching beneath her feet, getting lost between the array of evergreen trees. The moonlight shone through the branches, highlighting the cracking bark.
y/n was thinking about her friends. How lucky she felt to have them. Xavier, Enid, Ajax… even Wednesday was her friend, having warmed up to y/n a few days ago, with slight persuasion from Enid, of course.
Snap.
y/n’s head swivelled at the sudden sound. After a few moments she shrugged it off as a natural occurrence.
Crunch.
y/n now knew she was certainly not alone. Her head whipped around frantically, goosebumps crawling up her arms and the hairs on her neck standing up. A low growl emitted from behind her. Slowly, as to not further encourage whatever beast she had come across, she pivoted on her heel. She could only hope that it wasn’t the famous ‘monster’ that had been killing outcasts and normies alike, left right and centre.
To her dismay, the creature she met eyes with was difficult not to meet eyes with. Wide eyes bulged out of either side of its head, pupils pinprick small. Claws sharp, teeth bared, the creature pounced at her and knocked her to the floor. It lingered above her for a moment or two, as if contemplating its next move. Then, y/n let out a blood-curdling screech as it raised its claw and brought it down on her, leaving a large gash on her stomach and ripping her uniform shirt. Her eyes widened as she looked down to see vermillion seeping into the once pure white fabric.
Before the creature could go any further with injuring her, its head turned, as if it had been called and it ran off frantically. y/n attempted to cry for help but couldn’t get a sound out. Eventually, her eyes gave up on her, breaths shortening and only heaving from her lungs. The last thing she remembered was a tall, human figure approaching her and repeating her name, before it all went black.
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“Ty?” y/n attempted to sit up before she noticed the various tubes and machines that were connected to her. Oh, she remembered.
Her boyfriend looked over to her in relief, “Oh my God, y/n, I’m so happy you’re awake, baby. I need to call a nurse.” He explained, pushing the button on the wall that would alert the staff. “Do you remember what happened?” He shuffled his chair impossibly closer to her hospital bed, his hand remaining in her limp one. She simply nodded in response, not having much energy to speak. The girl looked up at her boyfriend, meeting his eyes. When she looked into them, she noticed something. A strange look that only someone who had known him for a while would be able to identify as unusual. The couple’s moment was interrupted as a nurse came rushing into the room, the teens’ whipping around to meet her eyes.
“Oh, thank goodness. We thought something bad had happened. Are you alright, honey? We’ve bandaged you up and you seem stable so a day or two and you can head back to Nevermore.” She explained. y/n nodded again.
“Why am I not in the Nevermore hospital?” She asked.
The nurse sighed, “Legal reasons. Your parents wanted you in a place where the professionals are less likely to be witch doctors.” y/n nodded hesitantly.
“Okay. Are my friends allowed to visit?” She attempted to sit up more, Tyler moving his hands to help her.
The nurse nodded, “They’ll be able to now that you’re awake. I’ll make a call to Principal Weems so that she can inform them.” y/n smiled for the first time at the though of seeing her friends. The nurse left to make the call.
“Are you sure you’re okay, babe?” Tyler asked, positioning himself on the edge of his girlfriend’s bed.
She nodded meekly, “I’m okay. Just a little worn down. Are you?”
“Just tired. I stayed here the whole time.”
“Who found me? How’d I get here?”
“I found you when I was walking through the woods to clear my head. It was terrifying. I’m so sorry.” He bowed his head in what appeared to y/n as sadness but what was truly guilt.
“What’re you sorry for, babe?” She gently reached a hand up to cup his face. To his surprise, he leaned into her action of affection.
He shrugged slightly, “I dunno. That I wasn’t with you. I could’ve saved you from whatever did this.”
y/n shook her head frantically, “No, no, Ty. This isn’t your fault. You wouldn’t have been able to do anything to that… monster. The thing is I’m safe now. Ty, are you sure you’re okay? You look a little pale.” She raised her hand from his cheek to his forehead, inspecting his temperature.
“I’m fine. I was just worried. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” y/n couldn’t quite figure it out but she felt that something was off about her boyfriend. She felt that he was being sincere but that look in his eyes she had noticed earlier, before the nurse arrived was something she’d never seen in Tyler before. However, despite being unconscious for the past 12 hours, y/n had soon grown tired. Tyler noticed her drooping eyelids and gently helped her lay back down. Sweet, she thought. He tenderly stroked his hand over her face, shushing her to sleep and when she her body fell limp with fatigue, he placed a kiss on her forehead with a gentle hum.
Light snores rose from her slightly open mouth as he whispered something that no one else would ever hear, with an immorally bitten back smirk.
“You have no idea what’s coming.”
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y/n sluggishly blinked open her eyes and absorbed her surroundings. The near excruciating bright white of the horizontally placed hospital lights above her head made waking up a more treacherous job than in already was with her injuries. She shuffled back on the bed, noticing that Tyler had left, most likely for a shift at the Weathervane or school. Her mouth was dry from sleep, glancing at the clock she noticed she’d slept for three hours. She scanned the table at her bedside, not a single glass of water in sight. With no other choice, she pressed the button for the nurse to come rushing through the door.
“Yes, dear?” The same nurse from earlier asked.
“Could I get a glass of water, please?”
“Why of course. Your friends are in the waiting room. Would you like me to send them in?” y/n immediately perked up and shuffled into a higher seated position.
She bit back a huge grin and replied, “Yes, send them in.” She was gone for a few moments before seven of her friends adorning their Nevermore uniforms came barrelling through the door, followed by a monotone Wednesday who entered calmly and closed the door behind her.
“Y/n!”
“You’re alive!”
“Tell us everything.”
“Are you okay?”
“Guys!” Xavier mediated, the rest of them shutting up.
“I’m okay, guys.” She smiled up at them, fiddling with her fingers.
Bianca took a seat at the foot of her bed, Yoko by her side, “Where’s that loser normie boyfriend of yours, then?”
y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Bianca’s description of Tyler, “I think he had work. I don’t know, but he found me in the woods and stayed with me until I fell asleep a few hours ago. He must’ve left during my nap.” She explained.
“Hang on a sec… Tyler said he found you in the woods?” Ajax asked, leaning against the wall closest to her bed. y/n nodded. The group all shared looks and y/n noticed a sceptical, wide-eyed Wednesday.
“Wednesday, I know you always look like you’ve seen a ghost, but… you look like you’ve seen about twenty!” y/n observed.
Wednesday shrugged, “It’s nothing.” She deadpanned.
“What’s going on, guys?” y/n queried, worried.
“The thing is, y/n, love, it was Xavier who found you in the woods. Not Tyler.” Enid confessed. y/n looked to Xavier in confusion.
“I was leaving my art shed when I heard screaming not to far into the woods. Then I saw you on the floor, called an ambulance and they took you here.”
y/n’s brow furrowed, “Why would Ty lie about that, though?” She brought a finger up to her lips and chewed on her nail in deep thought. Divina brought her hand up to y/n’s knee and stroked it comfortingly.
“I’m sure he had a good reason.” Kent encouraged weakly. A million thoughts were running through y/n’s head at once.
Was Tyler cheating on her and wanted an alibi or something?
Was it something deeper than that?
“I have to go.” Wednesday spoke out of nowhere. y/n nodded, thinking nothing of it. Wednesday was a strange girl and her mysterious disappearances during important moments were nothing new. As Wednesday exited the room, y/n noticed Bianca’s little sigh of relief. y/n understood why Bianca wasn’t keen on Wednesday. She showed up out of nowhere, showing her up in almost every class and stealing the attention of her ex-boyfriend who she still liked. It wasn’t something that happened everyday and it wasn’t the most pleasant experience after a heavy break up. Although Xavier and Bianca were broken up, they were still friendly with one another and could stand to be in the same room if it was for the sake of their friend.
“Are you alright, y/n?” Enid asked.
y/n shrugged, “I guess. I wish I could get these stupid wires off of me, I just wanna go back to school. Back to normal.”
“You will soon. Now all you can do is rest. Visiting hours are up in a minute, so we better go. Get well soon, the nurse said you’ll be back in school later tomorrow.” Yoko smiled as everyone got up to leave.
“Bye, y/n/n.”
“Bye!”
a/n: tysm for this request, it was so fun to write! i’m defo gonna do a part two so if the original requester (or anyone else but the original requester would be great) has any ideas for pt. 2 that would be much appreciated! the angst is coming, i promiseee!!!!!! also, what do you guys think should be y/n’s reason for being in nevermore. i think i’m gonna go with her being telekinetic or psychic!
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Wednesday Holiday Preference
Fandom: Wednesday
To everyone who does or does not celebrate, may you have a gentle holiday. And happy Yule ;)
Wednesday Addams: She fondly regales childhood christmases of pouring water on relentless carolers and stoking the fireplace with Pugsley to surely burn 'Old Saint Nick.', Wednesday also enjoys Old World christmas tales, specifically Krampus but tells you about many of the 'lesser known' stories and beings. Her family keeps up with the Victorian tradition of ghost stories for the holiday too.
Enid Sinclair: Super excited! She loves how pretty everything looks and all the beautiful lights! The winter months and all the cute dates to go on, such aesthetic cozy hot chocolate cafe dates watching the snow fall, ice skating, walking by the frozen lake, decorating and festive candles! So many 'cute' "ugly sweaters". She loves all of it and her instagram shows. It's also the best weather for cuddling up with you to stay warm and watch the snow fall.
Ajax Petropolus: He got you a gift months in advance when he was out with you and found the perfect thing, brags to Xavier for weeks how good he is at gift giving. You're gonna love it. 3 days before it occurs to him that he had no gift for you. PANICS texting Xavier that he forgot and is fully bundled about to trek to Jericho on foot in the snow before Xav (a real bro) walks into his closet and brings out the gift,
Xavier Thorpe: Holiday break has always been extra depressing for Xavier, a big empty house and not even an apology in the text that his father wont make it. The thought of being able to spend a time that everyone says is so filled with warmth and joy with you, has him giddier than he knows what to do with.
He really likes going for walks and is captivating staring at you in light snow. Pull him into the snow and get him to make snow angels, he hasn't done that since he was small and is in a fit of joy. Stick a snowball down his jacket After you've both been chilled to the bone go inside to watch some christmas movies, any you want (like Krampus or Elf) and snuggle under a blanket with some hot chocolate. You like baking sugar cookies and having him The Artist decorate them all.
Kent the Siren: Snowball fights! As soon as the first snow starts to cover the ground, Kent has dug out his winter gear and shows up at your dorm with and extra scarf and hat ready to drag you outside. He will not hold back either, but if you act hurt or sad he will come to apologize for the snowball and you ambush him. Never sees it coming. Also snowmen!
Bianca Barclay: She is one of those people that goes berserk buying presents, will have a list of what to get everyone in advance,
"You don't even really like Wednesday though?"
Bianca, checking her list: "So?"
She will weather the worst holiday shopping rush and come out on top (will Siren Song someone into dropping the item she wants or throw hands if needed), somehow she never loses you in the stores even when you're lost, and you go out to a warm cafe afterwards like she didn't have a military scale gift operation before.
Tyler Galpin: Between his job and his dad's tight leash, he doesn't have much free time for cute winter dates, but after work he likes to look at the decorations and shop displays while he walks you home. (If something catches your eye he comes back to buy it as soon as he can.) Weathervane doesn't have a lot of Holiday Specials but he gives you 'complimentary' ones to try and experiments trying to make you little festive drinks when it's slow.
#Wednesday x reader#Wednesday imagine#Bianca Barclay x reader#Bianca Barclay imagine#Kent the Siren x reader#Kent the Siren imagine#Xavier Thorpe x reader#Xavier Thorpe imagine#Enid Sinclair x reader#Enid Sinclair imagine#Ajax Petropolus x reader#Ajax Petropolus imagine#Wednesday Addams x reader#Wednesday Addams imagine#my stuff#Tyler Galpin x reader#Tyler Galpin imagine
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Kent headcanon? 🤍
Kent Fisher Headcanons
Kent Fisher x reader
He was so nervous to ask you out
Divina and Bianca had to listen to him talk about how beautiful you are and how smart and funny you are
Divina and Bianca set you two up
Divina told you to meet her in the Nightshades library, but when you got there she was no where to be found. You heard the passage open but instead of Divina, Kent and Bianca walked in. "We only have meetings at the weekend, Bianca." Kent said. Then he noticed you. Bianca rushed to the door, "Have fun, love birds! There's a picnic basket under the table for you."
The date was AMAZING
You had to ask him to be your boyfriend cuz he was still nervous about what you would say.
He obviously said yes!
He would be SOOOO gentle with you
Like his kisses would be so soft and delicate. He doesn't want to hurt you
HE IS THE SWEETEST!!!
He never forgets special dates
Your anniversary. He got you flowers and a reservation at a fancy restaurant in Jericho.
Your birthday. He gets your roommate to let him in extra early so he can suprise you with a tower of presents.
Does a huge promposal for the rave'N cuz he overheard you and your friends talking about it
Goes dress shopping with you
He bought you a beautiful silver locket with cute pictures of you and him to wear. He gave it to you in your room 20 minutes before the rave'N
You dance to every slow song
He feels what you're feeling
You're sad, he's sad. You're happy, he's happy
He gets so worried at the smallest injury. You get a paper cut, straight to the nurses office
Flowers every week
GOODNIGHT AND GOOD MORNING TEXTS 😫
He lets you braid his hair
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Could you do one where kent is jealous of tyler or Xavier whichever you decided but the reader only has eyes for kent
One More | Kent Fisher x gn reader
Most of the time he was oblivious, there was no denying it. Kent couldn't tell when someone was flirting, and most definetly couldn't pick up hints. You had to ask him out, knowing he would never realise that you wanted him to ask you out. He said yes and after a week the two of you were officially a couple.
But, when on one of your dates at the Weathervane, he had somehow noticed Tyler not so subtly trying to flirt with you. You brushed the barista off, telling Kent about something stupid your roomie had done the night before. You could tell that he wasn't listening, though. Instead he was glaring at Tyler, who kept looking over at the two of you.
"What's wrong?" You asked.
"Nothing." He mumbled, taking a drink of his coffee.
"You're lying. What's actually going on?" You asked, knowing there was something bothering him.
"It's stupid."
"It's not stupid if it's bothering you. You can tell me." You assured, taking his hand in yours and resting them on the table.
"Tyler was flirting with you, and he keeps looking at you. It's dumb, but I don't like it." Kent said.
"I'm here with you, not Tyer, okay? I don't care about him." You said.
"I know, but I'm right there and he does it anyways. It's like he doesn't care that you have a boyfriend." He sighed.
"Hmm, maybe we can fix that." You grinned, looking over and catching Tyler's eye.
You leaned across the table, careful not to spill the coffee, kissing Kent. When you pulled away, you smiled at him.
"Does that make it better?" You asked.
"Maybe one more." He said, making you laugh and kiss him once more.
#kent fisher x reader#wednesday#kent wednesday#kent fisher#kent wednesday x reader#kent fisher x gn reader#gn reader#tyler galpin#wednesday addams
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Dating Kent headcannons - GN!Reader
● Kent is the most chaotic boyfriend ever
● he's a total sweetheart but also a big ball of energy that can't be contained
● he goes for a swim every single morning at 6AM to start off his day and he does so with the biggest smile on his face
● and he's such an optimist
● "Kent it's way too early to be this chipper"
● "but babe it's gonna be such a great day!"
● people think he's a coffee or energy drink addict with the way he's always bouncing off the walls
● but he's like this without even needing to consume caffeine
● you can barely keep up with him
● you'll be exhausted from a day out and about with him and he's like "I feel like going for a run, you want to go for a run with me? No? Okay I'll be right back" and he just casually goes and does a loop around the entire campus
● Kent is the biggest cuddler
● and especially loves being the little spoon
● he loves when you play with his hair
● he's all around just super affectionate
● always needing to touch you in some way
● even if it's just brushing hands when you're taking notes during class because he also insists on sitting next to you in every class
● going to all his choir concerts
● he's easily the most enthusiastic one in the group just singing and dancing his little heart out
● and Kent is your number one supporter for whatever hobbies and extracurriculars you partake in
● he plans really sweet and romantic dates
● and he writes you little love letters and leaves them in random places for you to find
● but he also loves to be a little shit and play pranks on you
● Divina tried to warn you about that when you two first started dating
● "he can't be that bad"
● "ask him about how he got us banned from Disneyworld when we were 8"
● she has an endless amount of stories of all the ridiculous shenanigans he got into as kids
● normal people like to stay inside when its raining
● Kent on the other hand could spend hours running around in the rain
● "Kent please come back inside you're gonna get sick"
● he pouts and begs to stay out just a little while longer
● but then he hears a crack of thunder and jumps into your arms
● "Okay I think it's time to go inside… lets change into our pajamas and cuddle!"
#wednesday imagine#kent wednesday#kent wednesday imagine#kent wednesday x reader#x gender neutral reader#headcanons
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My hero
I see everything happen while my body slowly falls into the depths of the lake, it feels so warm, so calm that I don't want to break this moment.
My body feels cradled by the water as if invisible hands were directing me to my destination, the bottom, with the little energy I have I try to keep my eyes open. I only see the sky and in the distance I think I hear a small voice calling me, I frown as I accidentally let out a sigh which turns into a small group of bubbles. I start to see blurry and I feel how my oxygen is running out little by little and without being able to do anything I let myself go, after a few moments I feel an impact in the water and how someone or something swims towards me in a hurry, a hand with claws hold me by the head while another puts a mask on my face which begins to fill my lungs with oxygen.
Before fainting from exhaustion I hear a few soft words:
-Please, stay with me, I need you…
I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I feel like I'm gradually recovering my senses, the soft brush of the wind against my face, but I felt like I was being held by some protective arms hold my weak body which was covered by a huge towel, those arms held me as if it were the most precious thing in the world. I open my eyes slowly and hear some weak voices talking animatedly while my rescuer squeezes me closer to his body resting his head on top of mine. I slowly tilt my head up to see the person who had rescued me, and finally I saw him, Kent, his wavy hair stuck to his face due to the water, his eyes closed with a face of relief. The rest of our friends were surrounding us, but far enough away to not harass me, they were hugging each other or just making relieved faces.
-We feared the worst, Bianca, Divina and Yoko told us that you had gone to get some fresh air because you were feeling bad but when we saw that you weren't coming back we were worried
a lot, what happened? Enid asks super worried while she was hugged by Ajax.
-I felt dizzy, maybe it gave me a downturn or having gone so much from one to the other must have left me somewhat dazed, I went to the lake to get some fresh air and when I realized I was falling into the lake, my body without any energy. - I get up a little until I sit while leaning on Kent's chest. - I'm sorry I worried you so much, I should have asked to be taken back to Nevermore, sure this wouldn't have happened.
-The important thing is that you're okay now, there's no use regretting the past - says Bianca with a small smile.
-That's right! What do you think if we order hot chocolate to take away and enjoy it in the bedrooms? - Divina proposed hugging Yoko from the side
Everyone agreed even Wednesday, because of Enid and her begging him to come over, we bought our cups of chocolate and headed back to Nevermore.
Kent and I sneaked off to my room while the rest of the group was busy chatting among themselves animatedly. I almost feared we'd get caught as both Kent and I were holding back our laughter, looking like two kids about to pull a trick on their parents without them knowing. We run to my room, luckily my roommate was with his parents on a trip due to the family business with whom I almost always had the room to myself, we quickly entered before any supervisor could see us and quickly sat down on my bed holding our warm glasses full of chocolate close to us, we nearly fell on our backs, so we gaped at each other in shock and burst out laughing. The rest of the night we spent cuddling, drinking chocolate and telling stories from when we were little, maybe our group outing was not idyllic, but I'm glad it ended on the right foot together with the person I like.
#kent x reader#kent fisher#kent fluff#kent wednesday x reader#kent wednesday#kent fisher x reader#kent the siren x reader#kent the siren#fanfic
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What kind of dates do you think the characters of wednesday would take their partner?
dates with the wednesday characters
-wednesday: she would probably either take you to the library after hours or stay in her room. she would prefer a quiet spot so it's just the two of you. there probably wouldn't be a lot behind it, maybe just talking about your days or reading to each other. either way it was really just spending time with each other.
-enid: she'd want to go to town and shop. you'd probably go on a weekend earlier in the morning and go to all your favorite places and buy each other little inexpensive things that remind you of the other. if you bought clothes, there would definitely be a makeshift fashion show in your room.
-xavier: he would probably take you to his art shed and blast whatever kind of music you wanted. if you don't know how, he's teaching you to paint or draw. or if you did already know how, he'd make it a competition to see who could draw a certain thing better.
-tyler: movie dates for sure. he'd always be up to date on which movies are at the theater or if any new ones have been uploaded to any streaming services. he'd make a list of ones he thinks you would both like and let you pick. if you were watching at home, he'd have his bed set up with a mountain of pillows and blankets. if you were going to the theater, he would pick you up and buy you snacks or drinks if you wanted before hand.
-yoko: she would take you for a late night walk either through the forest or along the lake. conversation between you would vary but there would be lots of laughs and jokes. along the walk, you'd find a nice spot to stop and sit down and stargaze together.
-bianca: i feel like dates would be more like just hanging out. there wouldn't always be a plan so to say, just showing up at each other's rooms and talking for hours or doing each other's makeup. afterwards you'd both probably just fall asleep at whoever's room you were at.
-ajax: he would love making blanket forts and would even have a huge collection of blankets to make them with. he takes it very seriously too, like he makes a whole design plan to make sure it's the best fort either of you have ever seen. once it's made, he'd put a bunch of board/card games in there for you to play. he'd try to cheat, still loose, and then get mad about it.
-divina: i think she'd like to take you swimming around sunset because it makes the water look prettier. she'd do little tricks in the water for you if you didn't want to get in or if you did she's always hold onto you and stay relatively close to land. after, you'd take the long way back to your rooms to dry off and have a snack.
-kent: dates would be spontaneous, no previous planning. i imagine he'd just ask you in the middle of class or something like, "hey, do you wanna go to weathervane later?" and it would range from various activities. i also feel like rather than a date, he'd get you to ask a bunch of your friends to play a massive game of hide and seek or tag throughout the building and he'd always secretly team up with you.
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MY, FOUR BIG GUYS!!
Kent, Rowan’s Ajax & Xavier
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FOUR BIG GUYS
& THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS
BLOW UP MY GUTS
LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY
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