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the red means i love you. wednesday x tyler songfic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He walked closer, slowly. Drawing it out.

“What do you want.” Give him nothing.

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

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

“To lose?” Her heart dropped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the drops Of blood you leave behind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FIN.

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