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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Hyde Your Kids

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

Summary: idk how to summarise this to be honest

Warnings: blood, slight gore, manipulation, grooming, Thornhill, rushed ending, unnecessary Xavier slander (sorry), my shitty writing.

Word Count: 1.4k

As a Hummer, you went by a code: all Hummers stick together. And we did for the most part. Although it was an unlikely crowd, me, Wednesday Addams and Eugene Otinger, we got along great. Honestly, we didn’t have anything in common other than our love for the winged insects (and maybe our distaste towards Xavier Thorpe), so the last thing I expected to see was Wednesday Addams at my dorm, asking for me help stopping a murderous monster.

“Hummers stick together.” Was all Wednesday said when I tried to decline her offer. “Eugene agreed, why won’t you?” She asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. She was annoyed, not many people would be able to tell, but a few muscles in her face contracted just as they did before she told Enid off for giggling too loud.

“Eugene is an eleven year old kid with a crush on your best friend. He’d do anything for you if it means he’ll get on Enid’s radar.” I said truthfully. Was I wrong? No one in their right mind would risk their life to catch a monster they know nothing about. Apart from Wednesday, death feared her. Not the other way round. A fact.

Wednesday thought for a second, carefully calculating her next words. “Someone‘e got to protect Eugene out there, right?” She said. Like she was trying to guilt trip me. I thought she was smarter than that.

“Good thing you’ll be there then.” I gave her a sarcastic smile before shutting the door. Wednesday stood, looking at the door in minor shock. The last person to disobey her wishes ended up passing out in a cramped coffin next to her dead grandfather (Pugsley). Her eye twitched slightly before she turned on her heels and walked away.

She tried again the next day, bringing Eugene to guilt trip me again, but I still didn’t budge. And on the third try, she finally gave up. “I don’t understand.” She admitted. “You say that Hummers stick together, but when I ask something of you, you get all defensive and shake me off straight away.” She glowered.

“Have you maybe considered that I don’t want to die?” I snarked at her, tilting my head mockingly. Normally if someone did that to her, they’d lose their head, but she just barely frowned at me. “If being a Hummer means I’m going to lose my life then count me out.” Being a Hummer was fun when I only had to watch after the bees.

Wednesday took a deep breath. This isn’t what she wanted. Her eyes widened slightly in distress. “No.” She said and I rose my eyebrows. “Fine, don’t come, but do not leave the Hummers. Eugene will be torn.”

“Since when did you care about anyone?”

“I care about you and Eugene because you’re my… friends.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth and I chuckled slightly. “What’s so funny?” She asked in offence as we walked to my dorm.

“Wednesday Addams cares about me?” I asked. “Am I gonna get a hand on my pillow as an offering?” I joked and opened my door, jumping out of my skin at the hand on my pillow. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, heart beating rapidly out of my chest.

“That’s Thing.” Wednesday introduced, a small smile on her lips. “I asked him to find out why you won’t go with us.” She then admitted.

“You’ve been stalking me?” I asked in a humourless tone. What did they know?

“In a sense.” Wednesday nodded. “You have a secret and I’m going to figure it out, y/n.” She said before walking away, Thing following in tow.

Shivering, I walked around the forest. Why was I here? How did I get here? So many questions rang through my mind. The blood. There was so. much. blood. It covered my entire body. Chunks of flesh that I tried to ignore, but once it passed my mind I doubled over and gagged. At least it wasn’t my blood, I tried to be optimistic.

“Wednesday!” I heard Eugene yell out from behind me and I spun around, but there was no one there. The sound of leaves crunching made me flinch and spin around in all directions. Who was doing this to me? Why? Why? Why? I wanted to know. I want to be free.

“There you are.” Thornhill smiled, hugging me. I sobbed into her chest. Why won’t she let me be? “Shh. It’s okay.” She cooed, ignoring the blood that smeared on her clothes. “Calm down, y/n.”

My sobbing seized, but I didn’t stop crying. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I repeated like a mantra to her as she held me at arm’s length. Her smile was unsettling and she said nothing before wiping the blood and tears from my eyes. She took my arm and pulled me to the cave. “No, no, no. I don’t want to.” I tried begging, though it never got me anywhere.

Miss Thornhill shook her head in amusement, chaining my hands to the wall. “Can’t have you running away from me, can I?” She smirked. “Now, drink.” She held a bottle with a blue liquid in it. A crushed flower of some sort, probably. It made my insides burn. Bones broke and bent into shapes that no human body should be able to bend into. My screams of agony bounced off the wall as Thornhill just smiled at me. Stop smiling, I wanted to say, stop acting like this is fun. Skin turned into fur. Thoughts turned into blind rage and I can’t remember anything after that.

I stayed curled up in my room for the next week after that. Fearing to go outside or let the thoughts win. Wednesday barged in and froze when she saw me shaking underneath my duvet.

“y/n?” She asked.

I shook my head rapidly, murmuring small “no’s.” Under my breath. Wednesday barely had time to react when I grew three times in size, my body becoming loosely covered in fur. She stumbled back, collapsed onto the floor in what one could only describe as fear. Thing worked hard to unlock and open the door that had seemingly locked from the outside. But it was no use.

Wednesday pushed herself into the wall, making herself as small as possible. Thing took a dagger out of her bag and handed it to her Wednesday stood to her feet once more, pointing the tip at me as I snarled at her. As she stabbed me where my heart should be, I picked her up by her neck and cut off her air supply.

She kicked me and screamed with what little breath she had left to alert someone and seconds later, the window shattered and I was stabbed with a powerful tranquilliser. Wednesday dropped to the ground, gasping for breath and Thing went to look out the window, but there was no one there.

I woke up in the med-bay hours later, surrounded by Eugene, Wednesday and my parents. And worst of all, Thornhill. I looked down, playing with my hands. “I’m guessing you’re not all here because I got in a freak accident and was the victim?” I murmured.

“You’re a Hyde.” Wednesday said in a monotone voice and my parents turned to her quickly. She dismissed their stares and continued. “You tried to kill me.”

“I thought you said we’d ease them into the news.” My dad said with an uneasy smile, looking to Miss Thornhill.

The red head took a step forward with a soft smile. “Sorry, our students are sometimes so eager.” She said. “Wednesday, Eugene, if you could please…” She motioned towards the door.

Wednesday took one more look at me before leaving with Eugene. I sighed and looked at my parents. “Did I really hurt her, dad?” I frowned.

“You didn’t mean to, sweets.” My dad said, crouching down next to me. I looked over his shoulder at Thornhill, who was looking at me, watching my every move.

It started off small, a jump, then I couldn’t stop jumping. Seizing in my father’s’ arms. They called for me, but their voices were like static electricity in my mind, causing my ears to bleed. What Wednesday failed to mention was that for a Hyde to be released, it needs a master and she wasn’t sure who it was yet, so she allowed you to rot away in your guilt.

But she sure as hell was going to find out.

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darklinaforever · 4 months

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I'm always frustrated when people think Tyler Galpin is a bad guy.

There is one case that frustrates me as much as it makes me laugh because there are people saying that it feels like Hanz in Frozen. A stupid twist that makes no sense with the guy's primary personality.

And I say to myself... But is this normal ? The whole principle of Tyler's character is that he seems to have two personalities ! How can people miss this ? Just the name Hyde is a sufficient answer, and to further support the reference, the psychologist herself says that Tyler seems to have two different personalities in his recordings...

So, how can you miss that ?

Also, how can you miss... I don't know, the whole scene explaining Laurel's manipulation of Tyler ?

I mean it's not subtext, we saw with our eyes this woman psychologically manipulate him through the promise of finding information on his mother and physically torture him !

Then, of course it's subtext... But the implication of Laurel's sexual abuse of Tyler is very strong and is one of the least subtle subtexts that I have seen in my life.

Have you seen how this woman touches Tyler ? Who caresses a teenager's hands / arms / face like that ?! Even the principal was fucking uncomfortable when Laurel mistook her for Tyler ! And this crazy thing is called mom ? No, really, no one understood the implication ? Not forgetting that when she tortured him, it was when he was chained completely naked. Naked. Nothing shocks you with all these elements put together ?

There's very nothing subtle about it...

Holy shit, when you rewatch the series with the truth about Tyler in mind, one of the dialogues in Laurel's carnivorous plants classes takes on a whole new meaning. When she explain this :

Personally, the first time I saw the series, I definitely felt the symbolic grooming vibes, but this dialogue was completely reinforcing and it makes me fucking want to cry every time I think about it because my god this woman is awful. The real monster of this story.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 4 months

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Momma bear

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: Reader is struggling with some pains and exhaustion while trying to find her feet at a new job. It's your scary boss that seems to be your saviour.

TW: Exhaustion, pain

A/n I’ve been slacking when it comes to posting on tumblr but I am still posting on my A03… I’m slowly catching up on tumblr. A03 linked in pinned post. Also this was a request i just forgot to make it a reply to the request. It was a request by 🕯anon.

It had been a long time since you walked these halls. You were a student last time you were here all those years ago. But now you were back. Nevermore seemingly hadn’t changed much. Training to teach outcasts was a hard job and so it made sense that for your first few months you had been assigned as a kind of assistant teacher to Ms Thornhill, just to show you the ropes before you stepped into a full teaching role. You were simply to shadow her and learn a bit more about the students and the way that classes were run now. With the new principal you had already seen some impressive changes around the school such as the normie teacher who was sat at her desk marking while. You watered the plants.

Your thoughts drifted back to your boss. To be honest she scared you quite a bit. She held an air of power around her than commanded respect and of course that made you more than a little nervous to be honest.

Watering the freshly potted white roses it was getting harder to ignore the pains and aches. Sneaking a glance at your future colleague who seemed still very wrapped up in her marking you brought your spare hand to gently massage the back of your neck. You bit your lip at the feeling of pain, muddled with relief. The pain in your neck traveled and you found yourself massaging your temples as it settled into a sizeable headache. Trying to focus on the task at hand you went back to watering with your now shaky hands wrapped around the white watering can. It was enchanted to always be full so at least that made it a little easier. It also felt empty which was good because your arms ached, fatigue rolling over you in crashing waves of unrelenting tiredness with the vigour of a lion it sank its teeth into you with vengeance. Noticing that Ms Thornhill has stopped scribbling on her students' papers and was now studying you closely you flushed, an uncomfortable warmth settling in your cheeks. You did your best to act normal and went back to work hoping Ms Thornhill didn’t think too much of it.

Unfortunately, she did. This wasn’t the first time she had become aware of your obvious discomfort. She knew you were anxious about the new job and the new boss, but she sensed something more was going on. This was around the fourteenth time in the last week you had seemingly been in pain, and she couldn’t in good conscience keep it to herself. She had a meeting with Larissa soon to discuss your progress anyway and had already decided to mention it to her friend then.

Deciding to take pity on you and avoid suspicion she waited a few minutes before dismissing you. The obvious look of relief on your face was palpable.

You were beyond thankful and said some quick words before hastily fleeing the classroom. You had barely taken off your shoes and flopped into bed by the time you were asleep, exhaustion winning out.

It was safe to say larissa was concerned. She quite liked you after all. You were polite and rather soft spoken but clearly highly intelligent, you would be a valuable member of her teaching staff and she was looking forward to getting to know you. However, she was quite aware of your nerves around her. When Marilyn had confided in her that you were seemingly unwell as of late, she and the botanist hatched a plan for Larissa to gain some firsthand insight into your work and discomfort. After they had polished off half a bottle of wine the two teachers had bid each other good night and gone their seperate ways.

The next afternoon you came to the observatory as always to help Ms Thornhill water the plants and set up for the next day of classes. However, upon reaching the threshold you did a slight double take at the second figure in the room. A small girl who you had seen from time to time in the halls or the back of the classroom on occasion was sat in the front row. Odd as classes were over for the day. Ms Thornhill looked up and smiled.

“Hello Y/n. I see you’ve met my friend here.” She smiled and you nodded at her and then the girl.

“Hello.” You said to the girl. “Im sorry i don’t think i caught your name.” You said studying her.

She was short, long curly blond hair which boarded on brown with light streaks in it and nevermore uniform in perfect condition. Her eyes were blue as the sky and her cheeks round and pink. She never seemed to make eye contact and had small silver sleepers in each ear. She wore lace up black combat boots and, in her hair, she had a blue bandana to keep the curls from her eyes. She wasn’t much younger than you.

“This is Lucy. Shes one of my third years. I told her she could study here this afternoon so if she needed any help with the classwork, we could provide it. Lucys a bit behind on the work.” Marylin explained and you nodded and smiled at Lucy.

“You can call me Ms L/n.” You winked. “I’ll lend a hand if you need it.” You walked over and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Im nicer than Ms Thornhill.” You said with a joking smile and Marilyn rolled her eyes and the girl lifted a brow. “Alright.” You said clapping your hands, “the plant babies need me. Ms Thornhill here has been neglecting her parental duties again I see.” You said eyeing the plants which were looking a little sad. You shot her a look and Marilyn poked her tongue out at you making you gasp dramatically. “See what i have to put up with.” You said turning to Lucy and winking.

“Watering cans on the shelf Y/n, stop flirting and get to work.” She said with a grin. You blushed slightly and stood up straight to salute.

“Yes sir.” You said and went to grab the tools you needed. A good fifteen minutes passed, and both the student and teacher seemed to be scribbling notes while you busied yourself with the plants. With them both distracted you hovered a hand over the dragon's root and muttered some words under your breath. Warmth spread to your fingertips which glowed a soft purple and the plants leaves grew larger and healthier. You smiled and stroked the green tips of the new shoots your magic had made. Unaware of the shapeshifters eye on your back.

After deadheading some flowers and propagating some plants you were back to watering. You could feel the pain coming back and you had to bite down a groan. Why now? Why again now? You wondered and tried to subtly bring a hand to your throbbing shoulder.

Blue eyes followed your every move as you gently rubbed at your neck and left shoulder. Your head pounded and your mouth felt dry. You were beyond tired, and your shaking hands made it harder to control the flow of water as you split some on the desk. A slight pink hue took to your cheeks, and you closed your eyes to take a quiet steadying breath.

Lucy and Marilyn exchanged a silent conversation behind your back while you tried to ignore the pain.

“You’re free to go Y/n.” Ms Thornhill said, and you nodded and slowly left without a word.

The next day you were called into Larissas office. The pain from yesterday hadn’t left as you knocked on her huge oak doors.

“Come in.” A soft voice called from inside. You drew a shaky breath and entered.

Ms weems sat there in her natural poise of grace and charm. You smiled awkwardly and closed the door behind you, coming over and sitting down in the chair in front of her desk.

“Ms L/n, let’s take this to the couch why don’t we.” She said with a kind smile you nodded. Clutching your hands together to try and make the shaking less obvious. Your brow was slightly pinched as the light made your headache worse and you felt bone tired.

Ms Weems lips thinned as she took in your obviously pained state, eyes not missing a single detail on your face.

She stood and helped you up leading you with her hand on the small of your back to the couch where she sat beside you.

You stifled a yawn as she patted your knee gently.

“Ms L/n…Y/n. Can i call you Y/n?” She asked and you nodded through the fatigue. “Thank you. I can tell your exhausted darling. You’re obviously in pain. And i say this as a friend rather than your boss. What can i do to help you sweetheart?” She asked and you blinked at her owlishly before letting out a small huff of a laugh.

“I don’t think you can.” You sighed and massaged your temples with your fingers. You rested your head against the back of the couch and shut your eyes letting your hands fall to your sides.

“Oh Y/n.” Larissa said as she took in your state. “Talk to me darling.”

“I’m so tired.” You said not opening your eyes. “My head hurts, my neck hurts, my damn shoulders hurt. My hands won’t stop shaking and I’m so so tired. Im exhausted and all i do is sleep.” You said trying to keep the whine out of your voice.

“Oh sweetheart. Come here.” Larissa said as she pulled you in for a hug. You collapsed into her side and rested your head on her shoulder while she gave you a side hug. Your eyes, which had opened for a moment drifted shut again. You drew a deep breath of her expensive perfume and let your head stay nestled on her shoulder. After a moment you felt a hand start to rub at your neck and you let out a soft moan of content, your cheeks flushing.

Larissa smiled kindly. “It’s alright.” She said shushing you. “You’re in pain darling. It’s normal.” She said and you let yourself succumb slightly to the fatigue. “Rest darling.” She said and before you did you felt a blanket being draped over the both of you before her hands retuned to your neck. Kneading out the knots with just the right amount of pressure.

You felt warm and loved. Feeling sleepy and safe as you began to fall into the clutches of sleep you began to mumble to larissa.

“I thought you were scary, but your just momma bear.”

“Quite right darling. Now rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. I won't leave your side honey. Im right here and I’m going to help you feel better.” She said and you smiled as soft snores came from you, your breathing evening out nicely against Larissa’s side as she held you close.

#weems #thornhill #sicfic #whump #fluff #comfort #platonic #reader #self insert #wednesday addams #fanfic #fan fiction #shapeshifter #illness #sick r #exhustion #teacher r

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saturated-soul · 4 months

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this album brings me happiness

#thornhill #me #the dark pool #red summer

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trendamonium · 2 months

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#cdnpoli #Thornhill #Palestine #Israel #Gaza #ProtestMania #officerassaulted #torontopolice #march3rdPalestinemarch #northyorkpolice #palestineprotester #policeassaultedintoronto #carymarules

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sync-into-my-skin · 1 month

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Just say that you will never leave ‘cause we’re meant to be, your beauty feels like suffering

#ootd #thornhill #obsession #me

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thisismejessiep · 1 year

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#marilyn thornhill #christina ricci #wednesday #wednesday netflix #thornhill

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burtonbabygirlguster · 1 year

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HMMM. the parallels between Gomez, Morticia, and Garrets fight to Enid, Wednesday, and Tyler’s fight..

1) ‘He mistook kindness for interest’ sound like anyone you know, who may complains about.. signals perhaps? when the signals consisted of ‘tell me where this is’ and ‘drive me’

2) Both Garret and Tyler were (at least known as) Normies, who fell in love with an outcast and had a father who was like, “hhmmm… no :|”

3) both tyler and garrett were told or manipulated into killing those who’ve done no wrong because of an adults extreme murderous bigotry, which would include their ‘lover’ at some point (garrets dad and thornhill)

which, bonus parallel point because thorn hill was finishing her brother/fathers business, and with the daughter of the same people that prevented it from happening in the first place

4) both Gomez and Wednesday were fighting for their lives against what seemed an impossible foe, which, at the exact time, seemed to be ‘mad’ or wild’ (nightshade and the..general Hyde)

bonus parallel point because both were part of a much larger scheme than what it seemed at the time

5) enid and morticia came in near what would have been the others last breath and BEAT the opponents as; morticia finishing him off, Eden almost killing him

6) also point out that Enid couldn’t handle pictures of gore, and went out of her way to beat Tyler’s/Hyde’s ass, even when everyone else was going somewhere safe, and that Morticia went to help, and then was mortified that she killed someone (like how enid can’t do gore) but both did ANYWAY!!!

#and y’all say that there no chemistry and they’re completely platonic.#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #tyler galpin #the hyde #sheriff galpin #garrett gates #ansel gates #laurel gates #thornhill #gomez addams #morticia addams #pugsly addams

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somos-deseos · 6 months

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Oh lentamente, oh, eres adorable.

#spotify #frases #citas #textos #escritos #frases en español #notas #amor #pensamientos #escritores #Thornhill #the hellfire club #love #adorable #lentamente #amor prohibido

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jonathanblossom · 3 months

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The greatest good you can do for yourself is to follow your principles and your dreams...🍃✨

#jonathan blossom #fotos tumblr #nature #flowers #plants #thornhill #thornhill garden #thornhill flowers #orange flowers #orchids #orquídeas #jon★th☆n #my photos #original photography on tumblr #presidente prudente #brazil

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thecustomwenclair · 1 year

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OKAY I JUST FINISJED WEDNESDAY AND?? OH MY HOD DUDE SEASON 2 COKE OUY SOON PLESSE

As always, SPOILERS!! SPOILERS!!

HOLY SHOT THE ROLLER COASTER OF YHIS EPISODE I ALREADY TALKED ABT THORNHILL BEKMG YHE HYDE MASTER AND??? WEEMS IS DEAD?? AND THORNHILL LOOKS ACTUALLY INSANE WITHOUT HER GLASSES OH MY HOD

AND THEN WEDNESDAY IS GIVEN ABOSLITE HEAD TRAUMA (damn bro) AND ITS JUST DMSJFJS

AND THEN FUCKING CRACKSTONE COMES BACK AND TRYS TO FUCKING KILL WENDS BC SHES GOODYS ANCESTOR??? BUT THEN GOODYS LIKE: lol no ill save u whatever

AND ENID?? WOLFS OUT?? TRYING TO FIND WENDS? OH MY HOD DUDE AND THING HOLDING HER HAND WHEN SHE COKES BACK AND SHE FIGHYS THE SHIT OUT OF TYLER LKKE YES BESTIE GO

ANS THEN THE WHOLW FIGHT?? WENDS SWORD GETS SHATTERED AND LOLKS LIKE HER SOUL IS GONNA GET TAKEN OIT BUT THEN BIANCA?? SHE COKES IN CLUTCH BRO I THOUGHT ID HATE HER

And then Wednesday fucking stabs Crackstone?? Like holy shit and then he fades away into embers and I'm nskdisjdi

ALSO THEY R SO VERU CONFIDENT THEYLL GET A SECOND SEASON also Tyler might come back?? And whose the stalker? AND EUGENE CAN XONTROL BEES??

#wednesday addams #wenclair #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #wenclairwenclairwenclair #wednesday x enid #thecustomwenclair #wednesday #addams family #eugene wednesday #tyler galpin #joseph crackstone #thornhill #whats her first name-

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dekaythepunk · 3 months

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Where We Go When We Die || Thornhill [\m/]

#Thornhill

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darklinaforever · 1 year

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Me, remembering that seemingly insignificant scene from Episode 4 where Tyler slowly/completely loses his smile when Wednesday says she's going to get them a drink, leaving him alone with Thornhill/Laurel. Then Tyler turning to Thornhill/Laurel trying to regain his smile again, but this time less pronounced or even a little tense, while Thornhill/Laurel has not lost his big smile one iota.

#wednesday and tyler #tyler and wednesday #tyler x wednesday #wednesday x tyler #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wyler #weyler #wednesday netflix #thornhill #laurel

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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The reader suffers from claustrophobia and some students play pranks on her. They locked her in a closet and she had a panic attack. Weems finds the reader later, when she is no longer in contact.

Safe and Warm

Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: You get bullied and end up somewhere you really don’t want to be. Small spaces always made you scared. But now your locked in.

TW: claustrophobia, small spaces, bullying, crying, panic attack, angst

A/n love the request and I hope you guys like it.

It was safe to say Wednesday wasn’t the only troublemaker in the school. But at least she never hurt anyone with malicious intent. The others weren’t so nice.

It was never a good day when they saw you. A rowdy group of furs who liked to show off and bully some of the younger years. Their so-called pranks would get more and more devious as the full moon grew closer. Unfortunately, you seemed to be their target for the day. You had done your best to stay out of their sight. Brandon was the pack leader and called all then shots and as an empath you sensed their wild emotions before you saw them, but it was already too late. They had seen you.

With the eyes of a hunter, they closed in. You were running late for botany and really didn’t have time for this today but that didn’t stop the slight tremor in your hands. They had you pinned to the storeroom cupboard. Surrounding you on all sides.

“So, thought you could get away huh?” Brandon asked with a jeer.

“No, not at all. I simply have places to be.”

“Hmm, well maybe… seeings you're not going anywhere right now and seem awfully close to that door behind you we can help you destress a bit by giving you some quality alone time.” He sneered.

That didn’t make much sense and you were about to ask what he meant when a strong arm wrapped around your left bicep and pulled you away from the door. Another one of the burly furs opened it, it was one of the cupboards that locked from the outside and seeings you were in a very remote part of the school this wasn’t going to end well.

The next thing you knew you were pushed from behind falling onto your hands and knees rather hard you felt the skin of your knees and palms tear on the jagged stone floor.

Quickly spinning around to try and escape you heard the door close and the laughter fade.

Taking a shaky breath, you tried the door handle already knowing it would be locked. The handle didn’t even twist at all. That confirmed it then, you were going to die alone in a storeroom.

Shuffling to the wall that faced the door you leant against the cool stone and curled your knees to your chest. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you suppressed sobs. You had always hated small spaces. They left you alone with your thoughts and the stress always made it harder to suppress the feelings of others. You could sense nobody in the hall, your powers drawing a blank on anyone to get a read on. Resting you head on your knees you tried to steady your breathing.

The walls felt tight, and your chest felt tighter. Breathing was difficult and yet you soldiered on. Closing your eyes and imagining a wide-open field you scrubbed the tears from your eyes hoping someone would notice your absence in botany and that they would be quick to find you before the walls squished you be young repair. Rocking back in forwards in the dimly lit room you cried into your knees, tears rolling down your legs and face and dampening the fabric of your collar and skirt.

You hated this. It was cold, small and tight. Your breathing was shuddery and broken by silent sobs. You had no idea how long it had been the panic attack making it hard to judge.

It was getting more difficult to breathe and the rocking was only so soothing. You wrapped your arms around yourself and squeezed hoping the pressure would help ground you. Breathing became a little easier at that but still not good enough.

Larissa Weems has been enjoying her morning coffee when Marilyn had burst into her office. Setting down the steaming takeaway from the weathervane she sighed.

“Marilyn whats the matter?”

“Y/n never showed up to class. She’s not in her dorm. Hasn’t left the grounds and was supposed to meet with me after class. Larissa she’s missing.” The botanists said looking both worried and concerned.

“Well. We best find her then. We should start by letting the other teachers know to keep an eye out for her, before launching a full-scale search we should try and find her ourselves. Do you have any ideas as to where she may be?” Weems asked already sending out an email to her staff.

“All i know is that her friends said they saw her at breakfast, and she said she was heading up to my classroom for an early start.”

“Well, we should retrace her steps. See what we can find.” Weems said standing and placing a comforting hand on the teacher's arm.

The two left the office, Larissa’s coffee cold and forgotten on the desk.

Walking down the maze of halls Larissa had her eyes scanning every little detail, if she hadn’t, she may well have missed it.

“Hmm.” She said pausing in the corridor.

“What?” The botanist asked stopping beside her.

“These old storerooms aren’t supposed to ever be locked.” Weems said and walked over to the door. She froze as she heard soft whimpers coming from inside. Quickly she turned the door handle and opened the door.

Both teachers looked in and down at you curled up on the floor sobbing. As the door opened your tear-stained face looked up and you hurled yourself at the botanist, wrapping your arms around her and sobbing into her neck.

After a second to realise what had happened, she gently patted your back.

“Shh shh its ok Y/n/n. We’re here sweetheart. Your safe. Okay?” She asked and you let out another small whimper, your body still wracked with sobs she could feel your uneven breathing. Gently she peeled you off her and looked into your eyes holding you by your shoulders.

“Love can you take some deep breathes for me. In. Hold. And out. Good. Good.” She said as you drew shuddered and broken breathes. the principal had grabbed your satchel and whispered something to Marilyn who nodded.

“Y/n.” Weems started, and you turned to look at her with big sad eyes. “Do you want to come sit with me and Ms Thornhill in my office for a bit darling?” She asked and you nodded and went back to hugging the botanist.

Ms Thornhill realised you weren’t letting her go anytime soon so she scooped you up as you clung to her. Holding you up, your face buried in her neck and your front pressed to hers as she had an arm under your thighs to hold you up. The two teachers walked back one carrying your satchel and one carrying you.

Once you were back in Larissa’s office Marilyn sat down on the couch and Larissa sat down next to you gently rubbing your back as you were still attached to the teacher.

“Darling, can you tell us what happened? How did you end up in there?” Larissa asked.

You turned your face to look at her and sniffled, launching into a broken explanation you watched the principals anger grow. But it wasn’t at you, it was for you. A few minutes later she was on the phone with the school board wanting a severe punishment for the boys as she refused to tolerate any sort of such harmful conduct among students.

After you had settled some more, you were still in Ms Thornhill’s lap were resting softly. Completely exhausted by all the emotions you had been dealing with as your abilities drained you and you control over your own emotions. Your cheek was pressed into Ms Thornhill’s collarbone as your slow breathing tickled her neck. She felt you relax in her hold and knew you were asleep.

She mouthed something to Larissa who nodded and grabbed a blanket from her own quarters and tucked it around your sleeping form still resting on Marilyn.

“Looks like you're not leave anytime soon. Can i get you anything?” Weems asked with a chuckle.

But you didn’t hear, you were dead to the world, snoring softly into Ms Thornhill’s chest and for the first time in a long time feeling safe and warm.

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