credit: @artist-gif-aka-ril

Enid has a therapist

Lil snippet idea where the fic starts with enid in a room with the one and only Tyler galphin, a licensed therapist

See, enid is in love with someone. She mentions all about how she loves his dimpled smile, the way he so easily perks up when they're together. She's in love, and it's so obvious

Tyler says as such, chuckling and mentioning how this is such a one in a life time thing. How lucky enid is to be able to experience it.

Enid agrees. Yes, she truly is lucky to be in love with him. But unfortunately, love isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Like all smooth rides, eventually there will be a little... bump in the road

Tyler's face scrunches a lil in concern, but he's listening, like a good theraphist

"Love isn't enough sometimes," enid mentioned sadly. "And sometimes it ends."

"Why?" Tyler asks

"I'm not exactly enough for people," enid laughs. "I wasn't enough for my mom, wasn't enough for him-" her voice hitches before she continues with a sigh. "So he went looking for others."

"He cheated," Tyler points out like a sword. Painful and sharp, absolutely straight to the point.

Enid humms, tilting her head. "You can say that."

"Do you know who it is?"

Their eyes meet. "Not really."

See, Enid isn't much off a liar but she has lied twice in this lovely convo. There is no him, there could never be a him- only her.

And enid knows just who her one and only Wednesday cheated on her with. After all, he's sitting right across.

Now... what do you do when a pest decides to run around your house?

That's right, you get rid of them.

Wyler one-shot/prompts ideas....

Someone please write these

Plot: Wednesday has a vision of Tyler being the hyde when she's patching him up after his attack in front of Enid, Xavier and sheriff Galpin but she see everything Marilyn/Laural has done to him and gets over protective saying she's gonna kill her.  

Plot: Wednesday asks where Tyler is at her birthday party. Then insisting that he be there if she must endure the torture of the party.

Plot: Wednesday accidentally tells Tyler she had a sex dream about him.

 Plot: Wednesday gets upset when Donovan says that she's not allowed to see Tyler anymore because it's her fault he got hurt and Tyler comforts her.

 Plot: Tyler is there when it's parents weekend and him and Wednesday gets flustered when Donavan suggested to Gomez there's something going on there.

🖤🤍

am I the only one who ship

Wednesday with Enid

Tyler with Xavier??

Some thoughts about Wednesday (2022)

Wednesday is totally engaging in compulsory heterosexuality with Tyler.

And Tyler is the stereotypical “nice guy” who gaslights her into going out with him.

I’ll grant that the dance debacle wasn’t his fault, Thing takes the blame for that, but the rest of it is 100% Nice Guy Tyler badgering a girl who’s clearly not interested in him and making her feel guilty about it.

Wednesday deserved better.

Mine

Tyler Galphin x reader

"Come on half of the earth population have tiktok!" Enid groan. "12.9%" I remark. "What?" Enid said. "If 4 billions people have tiktok that would be absurd" I chuckled and flip to the next page. "Did you.. count that all in your mind.." Enid asked. I didn't bother to reply her question.

"Can I get you ladies your order?" A guy with curly brown hair asked. Do you have crossaint? I will have two of those and milk coffee what about you Enid?" I asked the sunshine. "Oh I'm not planning to stay here long" she said. I gasp "but you said you will accompany me"

"I did if you agree downloading tiktok so I can show you how it work but no..So yeah bye y/n!" She waved and walk off. "I can't believed you!" I yelled. "I CAN'T BELIEVED YOU EITHER" she shouted back and leave. I sigh "soo two crossaint and milk coffee?" The waiter mumble. I glare to him. "Make it black" I demand. "Got it" he said and leave. I continue to read my book and try to relax now that I look like alone freak.

"Here is your black coffee and two crossaint" the same waiter place down my order. I was expecting for him to go back to the counter but instead he sat down infront of me. I look at him curiously. "Oh I thought you might need some company" he explain. I raise and eyebrow "that is the nicest thing that people did for me" I confessed. And place down my book, he smile "my name is Tyler Galphin" my eyebrow raise again but in interest "youre the sheriff son" I said. "I prefer to called Tyler, than sheriff son" he joked.

"Yes, my apologies I'm y/n" I introduce. "Do you lived around here?" Tyler asked. "Im a nevermore student actually" I correct. "That explain everything" He chuckled. A new customer enter the cafe catching his attention. "I will take his order and be right back" he smile.

While he take the guy order I look outside the window seeing xavier with my sister wednesday. They walk away from my eye sight. I wonder what are they status. Even though wednesday would rather die alone. "I'm back" Tyler voice startled me. I eat my crossaint and drink my coffee. The bitterness was fittable when you are angry its like what am I feeling in the moment but Tyler made it better. Is that weird?

Me and Tyler talk more about ourself and yes I would love to talk with him ever again. "Its nice meeting you but its almost 10 I have to go back to the academy" I say packing my books. "But we still have more time-" Tyler plead. "Im sorry, I promise I will visit you" I sigh and pay for my food. And walk to the door. "Do you want a ride at least?" "And you leaving your work? No thanks"

Tyler POV

No, I want to talk to her again. I need to talk to her. I grab a paper and a pencil quickly write me phone number and chase her. I saw lining up to take the bus. I yelled her name. She look at me with her angry ish eye. "Tyler?"

"I want you to have this" I give out the paper. "Its my number"

"do you expect me to call you?"

"Do you expect me to say no?"

"I'll think of it" she chuckled and hop into the bus and shyly waved to me. I smile and wave back. She is mine. I will make sure of it.

Yes tumblr I know I’m gay. And I know I normally would’ve jumped at the sight of a queer ship, but for once I want the straight one.

Hi! No pressure at all but can you write some smut for Tyler Galphin please?

You're an awesome writer I absolutely loved your A Small Bed fic 😄

Pairing:Tyler Galpin x Fem!reader

summary: after you got arrested for having kidnapped Tyler and then released, he comes to visit you in your room, and well, all that anger has to end up somewhere...

warnings: SMUT(unprotected -angry-sex)

A/n: so here’s the thing I hated him the whole time except for the last episode. So I wrote about that.(sorry this took so long)

"The monster fucks well sweetheart"

“What does it feel like?” “What does what feel like?” “To lose” Your mouth gaped open and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You were right. You knew you had been right but hearing it felt diffrent. Seeing with your own two eyes all the liveliness in his pupils disappear was diffrent. You felt your heart slow down, like even he couldn’t believe what was going on. You had known. You know you had known. You had had the vision and then you had connected the dots. You knew you were right, as heartbreaking as it felt you knew he was the hyde, he had killed all those people, but a small part of you apparently still hoped that inside that monster, inside that creature who massacred so many innocent people there was still a good part, still Tyler. But you were wrong. There was no Tyler, only the hyde remained in the now empty body in front of you. Only the monster. He took a step towards you and you took a step back instinctively. "What, are you scared of me?" his mouth twitched into a sinister grin. Your breathing was getting labored, but you couldn't let him see it. Ordering your chest to expand at a normal velocity. "because of the things I did?" he took another step. This time you didn't move. You weren't scared. He wasn't scary. He was never gonna hurt you. Not now, not when he knew he had won. He wanted you to suffer. "because of the people I killed?" he tilted his head to the side, taking another step. The room felt empty, like he was annihilating every other object, killing them just like he had killed all those people. It was yours before. It was you. It was your room, where you had gone to after running out of the police station, just after you had been arrested for having kidnapped him. And then you had opened the door, and he had entered and it wasn't yours anymore. It was nothing. it was fear and delusion mixed with sorrow, but definitely, not the room you had slept in, laughed in and cried in for the past 2 months. He was in front of you. Lurking over you like the predator he actually was. "because of who I am ?" he raised his eyebrow You looked up at him, anger so extremely clear on your face that you wondered how he looked so incredibly unfazed by it. You could feel all your organs compressing, the rage for being beaten, the rage for being humiliated, and for having lost crushing your every bone. You wanted to punch him more than you wanted to breathe. "I'm not scared of you Tyler" you said "I'll never be" you hissed "you're nothing but a pet" you stepped closer to him this time " a very obedient pet who does anything their master wants" you chuckled "If anything, I pity you. You're pathetic" Not a single emotion trespassed him. Like he had heard nothing of what you had just said "y/n" he bent down to whisper in your ear "as much as I like seeing that pretty mouth of yours lie " he scoffed " we both know that's not true" his breath was so hot against your ear and throat, it was difficult to concentrate "You are scared of me" his fingers traced along your arm "scared of what I can do" you felt him smile "scared of who I am" his fingers hooked under your chin, bringing your eyes to his "you are scared of me y/n" You swallowed what felt like the densest piece of saliva you'd ever encountered. "and you should be" "You'd never hurt me" you spat out "you want to see me suffer" a sparkle ignited in his eyes, finally somewhat alive "you don't want to kill me" you said finally "you can't" "oh" he laughed bitterly "now, we both know that's not true" he said "but I appreciate you trying" a grin appeared on his lips "you're cute when you lie" "fuck you" you whispered "I'm not lying" his fingers under your chin traced your jawline. "aw" he cooed "you're angry" yeah, no shit sherlock "but I think you're looking at it the wrong way" "Oh am I now?" you gritted incredulously "because to me it seemed like being completely humiliated to the point everyone thinks I'm batshit crazy while I know I'm right and you are still free is a good enough reason to be angry" He smiled as he shook his head "but see" his thumb stroked your cheek and you pretended it didn't still make you melt"I think you're relieved it went this way" you scoffed, "Why? why on earth would I be?" His other hand found its way to your waist "because if I did go to jail" he inhaled "you wouldn't have been able to see me for a long time" he laughed "and we both know how you wouldn't want that" Fuck his hand on you felt like fire, even after all this time. Even after you discovered what he was. It was awful, you knew, but there wasn't anything you could do about it, anything other than pretending, other than faking your uncaringness. "Yeah right" you scoffed again "so you are saying you wouldn't have missed my mouth so close to yours?" he said, leaning closer to you" my hands on you?" he paused as his hand caressed your side" missed me inside of you?" now it was your turn to pause, You had no idea what to say. There was a part of you that knew, with an angry, hateful certainty that he was right, but there was also a side that was fighting, fighting to make common sense prevail, to make it win somehow in this earthquake of chaos. you didn't have enough brain capacity to respond at the moment. the only thing that got out of you was a shy exhale. He smirked "you know I'm right" he forced you to look up at him again with his fingers. No. You were not gonna let him win so easily. "You're not" you said, hoping to sound more sincere than you actually were. He laughed "so stubborn" he said with amusement "and yet so painfully wrong" He smiled as he bent down, pressing his lips on yours, his mouth feeling so soft while being so harsh on yours. He was right and he was determined to prove it. You damned yourself as you closed your eyes, inevitably parting your lips for his tongue. The hand on your side traveled to your back, forcing you ever so close to him. "so you wouldn't have missed that?" he leaned away way too soon. God, you hated him. Him and his stupid smugness and his stupid talented mouth. "no, I wouldn't have" you lied He smiled proudly, like he wanted you to say that, like he was just waiting for a challenge and you had just presented him with the best possible one. "Is that so?" "hm-hm" you agreed "so when I kiss you you don't feel anything?" "Exactly" "And when I touch you?" his hand went to the hem of your skirt, hooking his finger in it "nothing" you gulped "not even when I can feel how wet you are?" he asked, as his fingers cupped your clothed cunt. "no" you murmured He tsked "and what about when I move your panties aside?" he murmured against your lips while he did just that. "I-" you tried, but the words were stuck in your throat "still nothing huh? I'm gonna have to try harder it seems" he said as he passed his index between your folds, coating himself of your wetness before moving his attention to your clit. You bit your lip so as not to moan as he circled it. You didn't want to give him that, the satisfaction of knowing how good he was making you feel. he kept massaging your clit and you kept biting your own skin, seconds away from tasting blood. "still nothing?" he raised an eyebrow and you were gonna punch him if it wasn't for your knees feeling so weak. You shook your head as heavy breaths escaped your mouth. He chuckled "I thought you might say that" He retracted his hand, making you whimper at the loss of contact. "but you know" he stroked your lip with his thumb "there's one thing I have tried" he looked at you "and I have a feeling it might change your mind" You smiled “you think?” He laughed hoarsely “I do” he said taking a step, your back hitting the cold wall “And what makes you so sure?” “It has worked before” he moved his hands underneath your skirt, one on each side of you, feeling the fabric of your useless panties “And it’s only right to give it a shot, don’t you think?” “If you believe so” you murmured” but just so you know, I severely doubt you’re right” “We’ll see” his fingers gripped your underwear, pulling them down enough for them to fall at your feet "I have a feeling you might change your mind" he said, his hot breath against your cheek as you heard the zipper of his jeans being unzipped. He pulled them down just enough to get his dick out, his big stupid dick that had made you come times and times before. You swallowed nervously as you looked down, and he noticed, grinning. " changed your mind yet sweetheart?" "nope" your voice was pathetically trembling "and don't call me sweetheart" "Oh but why?" he asked as if he was actually hurt. he raised one of your legs to his waist "you seemed to like it not so long ago" he kissed you briefly "Actually" he let go of your leg "you loved it" "yeah well that was before" you said coldly. He hummed, contemplating perhaps "jump" he said, and you complied. Completely and utterly conscious of making a mistake, a really hot and stupid mistake. You were trapped between him and the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. his eyes were burning through you and his cock was just against your clit. "you mean before you found out who I was?" one of his hands left your waist to position his dick at your entrance "who I am?" Really, he wanted to do this now? You didn't answer, you just scowled at him. "tell me" he said "or I'm not gonna do it" Fucking asshole "Yes Tyler. yes" you huffed "see, that was easy wasn't it?" he said smugly as he finally pushed his tip in. You sank down on him, as he stretched you out perfectly, little shocks of pleasure coursing through you with every inch added, until he bottomed out. "fuck" you sighed "Yeah," he pulled almost completely out just to thrust harshly inside of you, a gasp fled your mouth "The monster fucks well sweetheart" he said, as he did it again, this time not stopping, but developing a deadly rhythm. You tried to stop yourself, you really did, but you couldn't do anything to control the shameless, pathetic moans emerging from your throat and filling the empty room. "tell me again" he kept going "tell me that you don't miss me" he laughed through labored breaths, "tell me you don't miss this". "tell me sweetheart " he was hitting every single spot,  you forced your eyes shut as he pushed into you again, even harder somehow "tell me I'm a monster, go on" he murmured against your ear "tell me how much you hate me" It was a weird feeling, being so turned on by someone while simultaneously hating them so deeply, so fondly that you kind of wished they would just drop dead right now. And what was even weirder, was having that same person, the one you wished dead, inside of you, splitting you in half so fucking well. "f-fuck you" you managed to get out. He smiled against your mouth before kissing it. It was a mess, a wet and moan-y mess, symbolizing your defeat and his triumph over you. there was no point in fighting him, he was gonna win, that's what he meant, that's what the kiss meant. "Feisty as ever" he smiled cockily "but a bit too smug for someone whose pussy I'm fully inside of right now" He said, not even letting you catch your breath before he brought his hand to your clit. "J-just shut up" you said exasperated "Oh no sweetheart" he circled your clit "you shut up" he kissed your cheek "I won" he kissed your jawline "I beat you Y/n" now your neck, never stopping his thrusts or fingers either "I get to talk" now the skin just below your ear "I get to say everything I want" he looked at you now "you on the other hand" he chuckled "well you can't" "Because you lost" there was such a tight knot in your belly that you felt like you were gonna explode, and as much as you wanted to tell him to fuck off, or that he was a crazy bastard, that stupid feeling distracted you, and only a series of high-peached groans lest your mouth, as you got closer and closer to your much-earned relief. "what you can't even talk?" he said, as his cock was wrapped tightly around your walls "You can't even answer me?" he defied you "can't even tell me how much I disgust you huh?" his fingers kept moving fast "If I had known this was all it took to shut you up, I would have done it a long time ago" There was sweat on his forehead and his eyes were cruising all over your face, examing and without a doubt enjoying every single expression, every single muscle contorting as he was fucking you hard. "You're coming" he breathed out, feeling your walls clenching around him "god you feel so fucking good when you squeeze me sweetheart" he mumbled, his thrusts getting sloppier "Come y/n, just give up baby" he groaned "You already fucking lost anyway". A fire exploded inside you, spreading through your whole body, you shouted his name and then other profanities as your body convulsed from the pleasure, abandoning yourself completely to the feeling, and then you felt him come too, his hot cum filling you up deeply. You both caught your breath silently as he put you down on the floor. Your legs weren't all that ready as they stumbled beneath your weight. " Well, shit" you exhaled, looking up at him in disbelief as he grinned "I still hate you you know?" "Oh, I know" he smiled " trust me I know"

The Pain with an Addams(aka,Enid's external hell hole)

Wednesday in the office of sherif galphin for burning wathervane for the 5th time

Sheriff Galphin: Addams! You can't keep burning my son's work place! For God's sake!

Wednesday: Then tell Tyler to stop comming back

Sheriff Galphin: I-I can't with you i-i really can't.......

Later~

*Gets a phone call

Enid: hello? Who is this

Station worker: Hey this the police station you are the emergency phone number for miss Addams is that right?

Enid sigh's: what did she do now...

*Yoko from a far

Yoko: HAHA! You really can't get a break can you!

Enid: SHUT UP YOKO!

(Ah Enid's hell)

Coming Out as Transgender to “Wednesday” characters

Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Eugene Otinger, Xavier Thorpe, Ajax Petropolus, Tyler Galphin, Bianca Barclay

Pronouns: None(this works for trans fem and trans masc and any other trans but I did target it in the masc/fem direction)

Warning(s): Includes trans Gomez & Morticia, deadnaming(accidental), Y/n x Enid x Ajax in one of them, all Y/n’s have pretty different personalities

Wednesday Addams:

Y/n, chilling in Wednesday & Enid’s dorm: “Wednesday, I need to tell you something.”

Wednesday, typing on her typewriter: “Is it important? I’m in the middle of writing my novel.”

Y/n: “Very important.”

Wednesday, turns around to face y/n: “carry on then.”

Y/n, taking a deep breath:

Y/n: “I’m trans.”

Wednesday:

Y/n:

Y/n: “Are you gonna say something or—“

Wednesday: “My parents are trans as well. Is that all?”

Y/n, stunned: “uh- oh uh- uhm yeah- that was it.”

Wednesday, turning back around: “Very well then.”

Wednesday, typing: “What will you go by now? Also what pronouns shall I use when addressing you?”

Y/n: “oh uh- Y/n and [he/him]/[she/her](or any other variation)”

Wednesday: “Alright then.”

After that she would stop someone mid conversation to correct them on your name and pronouns if they messed up and misgendered anybody who purposely deadnamed or misgendered you(the consequence if they continue after that tho is unknown). Don’t try and thank her though because she will say she’s just having common decency.

Enid Sinclair:

Enid: “So there was something you wanted to tell me?”

Y/n: “Oh uh- yeah…”

Enid, resting a reassuring hand on Y/n’s shoulder: “You can tell me anything [deadname]!”

Y/n: “well uhm.. I actually wanna go by Y/n and use [he/him]/[She/her] pronouns..”

Enid: “Oh! That’s so cool!”

Enid, pausing: “Wait- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to call you by your-“

Y/n: “It’s fine, I just came out to after all. You couldn’t have known otherwise.”

Enid, whining: “true… but I still feel bad about it!”

Y/n, softly smiling: “You didn’t know, don’t worry about things you make mistakes of when you had no knowledge on them.”

Enid, smiling: “I’ll try! Thanks for trusting me enough to come to me with such information Y/n, I’ll make sure I will work on the pronoun and name thing!”

Y/n: “Knowing you, you’ll probably get it down in a week.”

Enid: “Really?!”

Y/n: “Really. Now let’s go, I did offer to go shopping with you the other day.”

Enid: “Yay! Ooo could we get matching keychains?”

Y/n: “Sure.”

She proceeded to correct everyone on your name and pronouns after that. She also did get your name and pronouns within the week.

Eugene Otinger:

Eugene: “You wanted to tell me something?”

Y/n, taking deep breaths:

Y/n: “Eugene. You got to promise me you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, at least not until I’m ready.”

Eugene: “Okay?…”

Y/n: “Eugene I’m trans.”

Eugene: “Really? That’s cool!”

Y/n: “You’re… you’re fine with it?”

Eugene: “I have two moms… there’s nothing wrong with being apart of the LGBTQ.”

Y/n: “Well I know that Eu.”

Eugene: “So do you have a new name now orrrr?”

Y/n: “Oh! I wanna go by Y/n.”

Eugene: “Y/n, huh?… That’s so cool! I like it! It really fits you.”

Y/n: “Really?”

Eugene: “Totally!”

Y/n, smiling: “Thanks Eu. I appreciate the support.”

Eugene: “Of course! You’re a hummer after all! And Hummers….”

Y/n, rolling their eyes with a smile: “Stick togetherrr… now come on, I want the bees to meet the new me.”

Eugene: “They’ll still love you! I just know it!”

He introduced you to the bees all over again as Y/n and your new pronouns, and after he did that he told you that the bees said they still love you and are very proud.

Xavier Thorpe:

Y/n: “Xavier i have something to tell you.”

Xavier, drawing: “Hm?”

Y/n: “I’m trans.”

Xavier, still drawing: “I know.”

Y/n: “I hope that you accept me—“

Y/n, processing:

Y/n: “Wait what?”

Xavier, looking up to Y/n: “I had a dream where you presented as the opposite sex and went by a different name,”

Xavier, passing his note book to Y/n: “I even drew you from my dream.”

Y/n: “That’s scary… I was planning to do exactly that to my hair…”

Xavier: “Haha… yeah… my dreams are kind of weird but back to the topic, what are you going by now then?”

Y/n: “I was thinking Y/n.”

Xavier, smiling:

Y/n: “That’s what I went by in your dream huh?”

Xavier: “Possibly.”

Y/n: “Oh my god. Let me guess, there’s more of those drawings, huh?”

Xavier: “Well I couldn’t get the dream out of my head so yeah, plus you’re a pretty good muse.”

Y/n: “You’ve got to show me.”

Xavier:

Xavier: “Do I have to?”

Y/n, smirking: “I’m your muse, right?

Xavier: “… fine, after school.”

Y/n: “Bet.”

He had no issues with your name or pronouns, and he had around five or so drawings of you which were super cool. He also offered to help you go buy new clothes for outside of school, only if you agreed to then model for him from time to time so he could draw them.

Ajax Petropolus:

Ajax: “Ayeeee wassup? What’d you wanna talk about?”

Y/n: “Ajax, I’m going to need you take this conversation very seriously, okay?”

Ajax: “Is something wrong?”

Y/n: “What? No, I just- Okay I’m just going to outright say it.

Y/n, takes a deep breath: “Ajax, I’m trans.”

Ajax, shocked: “YOURE LEAVING?!”

Y/n: “Yes I am.”

Y/n, processing:

Y/n: “The fuck? No- where the fuck did you get that from?”

Ajax: “But you just said you’re transferring?”

Y/n: “Ajax, no. I’m trans.”

Ajax, distressed: “Yeah, you’re trans. That means you’re leaving Nevermore!”

Y/n: “No, Ajax. I’m trans GENDER.”

Ajax: “Oh…. OH! My bad.”

Y/n, shaking their head: “Oh my god Ajax you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Ajax: “You’re welcome- wait does that mean you go by something different now orrr?…”

Y/n: “Y/n.”

Ajax: “Okay okay, bet, I can do that.”

He’s genuinely really happy he’s the one you came out to first but also feels bad he didn’t understand what you were saying at first.

Tyler Galphin:

Tyler: “Oh hey, [deadname]! Something on your mind? You don’t normally visit after hours.”

Y/n: “Tyler i need to tell you something.”

Tyler, sitting next to Y/n: “Oh? What’s up?”

Y/n: “Tyler I’m just going to kind of drop this on you so prepare yourself, okay?”

Tyler: “Uhh okay?”

Y/n: “Tyler… I’m trans, and I wanna go by Y/n now.”

Tyler:

Tyler: “Y/n, huh? I like it.”

Y/n: “You do?”

Tyler: “Yeah, it fits a pretty [boy]/[girl] like you.”

Y/n: “Glad you think so.”

You’re now only referred as Y/n or pretty [boy]/[girl] unless you ask him to call you otherwise. He also offered to see if his dad could help you change your name legally if that’s what you want.

Bianca Barclay:

Y/n: “Bianca I need your help.”

Bianca: “Hm? What’s up?”

Y/n: “First off, sorry for barging into your dorm, I really need to get this off my chest.”

Bianca: “It’s fine, just tell me what you need to.”

Y/n: “Okay- so like- I uh-“

Bianca: “Take your time, I’m listening.”

Y/n: “okay. Okay…”

Y/n, taking deep breaths: “Okay… Bianca, I’m trans.”

Bianca: “Oh?”

Y/n: “yeah and like- I need help looking more [masc]/[fem]/[Androgenous] because I may or may not have a date tomorrow with Ajax and Enid so like—“

Bianca, sighs: “Fine, fine, I’ll help you. But first you have to tell me if you have a new name or not.”

Y/n, grinning: “Oh! It’s Y/n!”

Bianca: “Alright Y/n, meet me at the gates around 4:15(pm), I have a few things I need to finish.”

Y/n: “Eeee! Thank you! I appreciate this so so much!”

Bianca: “Yeah, yeah.”

Not only did she pick you out the best outfit for your date the next day but she helped pick out stuff for everyday wear. Bianca also said if you ever wanted/needed help when it came to stuff like binding/tucking(if you decided to start) she’d be there to help you as she has met quite a few trans people due to “connections”, whatever that meant.

NOT MY ART!! artist: @fromkady

(go check them out, they’re really talented <3)

The newest 'AU thoughts' seems like a very interesting idea. I wanna figure out a name for it (if that's okay).

Also the rehaul of the Isekai AU looks cool so far!

What role do you think you'll have Wednesday take?

– Myth Anon (also hi, it's been a little while 👋)

it still has a similar premise to the og isekai au

the only difference is that i get rid of the childhood aspect and make it more dark! Enid's a bit more lost at how different things are but overall, just a bit more darker than it originally is

and here are some differences already! Tyler is most likely going to be reworked into a regressor where he time travels to the past instead of being isekai'd like enid

who knows honestly

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WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Xavier Thorpe, Bianca Barclay, Ajax Petropolus, Tyler Galphin

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Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunnigham, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buclay

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☆ smut, fluff, angst, lgbtq, male reader, fem reader, non binary reader, anime/ character! Reader, tall diferents, kinks , ect.

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☆ family x reader (just platonic stuff, or if my dignity decides to write adoptive family x reader), pedophilia, zoophilia, extreme gore scenes, no exact name for reader

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Hi! I wanted to ask if you wanted to write for Tyler Galpin I agree he’s adorable! And probably misunderstood he does like their fear but he was forced to become that way anyway sorry 😅 enough with my analysis I was wondering if you wanted to write Tyler Galphin with a shy s/o like they are smart enough to figure out he’s the Hyde and they are scared of everyone and they only open up to him sometimes they care about him and are understanding about the Hyde or any situation their just more paranoid about it. They do care about him a lot their just a very shy and scared person. I’m sorry I just really love seeing characters being overprotective of a shy person especially romantically! Anyway feel free to ignore i hope you have a good day!

You, darling, saved me from my writer's block.

Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it and PLEASE continue with your analysis(Really, I'd love to hear it so you can dm me if you want to!)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Shy! Gn! Reader

Warnings: mention of abuse; cursing; this is pretty much hurt and comfort

Promise

You’ve seen it before.

Red-haired head; round glasses; blushed cheeks; large smile and that gaze. Posture open, slightly bowed, shoulders loose and hands moving carefully, thoughtfully, kindly. Too kind.

It did not match her gaze. 

Her eyes, like yours, were scanning the cafeteria, following and analyzing sudden movements, different faces and regular customers. She was sitting at the back of the coffee shop, sipping her drink while she watched it all. The light eyes moved smoothly, but purposefully — it followed  a path, something, someone. 

Her gaze landed on you.

“Hi.” A low voice startled you; you head tilted up to the boy standing next to your booth, a reflex filled with fear and caution, and the barista stepped back with a worried look. “Sorry.” He said quietly, hands now squeezing his note and pencil. “You–Are you ready to order?”

You shook your head. “The usual.”

A chill ran down your spine: your eyes were on him, but your skin tingled as if someone was watching you.

Someone was watching you.

In a rushed movement, your head tilted back at her. The red-haired woman was watching you straightly.

“Uh-hm…” He cleaned his throat, forcing you to look up again. “I’m new here, actually.” He chuckled. “So what is your usual?”

“A mocaccino.” You read the name in his apron, even though you didn’t need to. Tyler. One of Lucas Walker’s friends. A jerk who was sent to a bootcamp after a prank during the last OutReach Day. “Thanks.” 

You lowered your gaze, moving back in your seat as soon as you noticed he was going to come closer. He held out his hand to you, even though you were now on the opposite side of the booth. The whole table was dividing you, but this didn’t seem to bother him.

“We’re from the same class.” His fingers remained in the air while you kept retreating. “History, with Mr.Winston.” 

Now, your skin wasn’t tingling. It was heating. You were sure your face had turned completely red when he sat in front of you.

His body got into the watcher’s way: the red-headed woman’s distant silhouette was now replaced by his kind and large figure. There was a small smile on his lips and a unique gleam in his greenish eyes: not intense, but uncertain. His countenance was reddish and agitated, his lips moved slowly, but never stopped.  

He was nervous. 

“So…I know your brother.” His voice made you look away. “We played together before, uh….” A choked laugh came from ahead: nervousness turning into sound, anxiety and shame accumulated until the embarrassed exhale escaped his lips. You knew that feeling. “I was—”

“I know.” You said quietly. Your cheeks were still burning. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

He shook his head and showed a smile you knew was fake. You tried, but your words were not enough to drive his nervousness away.

“I’m excited to meet him too...” Lie. He stood up after faking another smile. “I’ll bring your moccacino.” 

You shook your head in response. Yet, he didn’t move. 

“Thank you.” You said again, hoping to make him walk away.

He didn’t. 

“I’m glad to see you.” This time, a strong blush coloured his cheeks as he smiled genuinely at you. “Y/N.”

He knew you.

He was an old friend of your brother. 

Your skin started to tingle again. 

Does he know?

Tyler finally walked away, leaving you alone in the booth with wide eyes and cold sweat running down your forehead. You coughed and shifted in your seat, thoughts growing wildly as your eyes moved back to your watcher. 

No. Not your watcher.

She was watching Tyler. Her zealous, vivid eyes were following him.

You’ve seen it before, that gaze. It made you shiver and look away — it made you watch the target with despair. 

You stared at Tyler as he walked back to you, your order in his hands. 

He was smiling at you, shyly and kindly. 

Does he know?

You paid for your drink and left quickly.

X

Tyler tried to click with your brother’s group again. But, truth be told, Jericho’s students were afraid of him: he was in a bootcamp after all. And he came back different: he got skinner, quieter, and now dark circles were always under his eyes. He wasn’t loud and confident like before, as much as reckless and adventurous as Lucas Walker. Now he looked like a ghost — he was a ghost. They treated him as such. Besides ordering drinks and sandwiches, no one uttered a word to him. No one looked at him. 

He was invisible. 

And, as hypocritical as it was, your brother didn't talk to him either. No jocks, no cheerleader, no nerds, no weirdos — no one would dare to talk to him. Not only because of his criminal past — he was nice compared to the other school’s boys — but due to his family too. His crazy mother, who disappeared and was confirmed dead a few years ago, and his father, the grouchy sheriff, created an aura of fear and sorrow no teenager would like to breathe in. One wrong move, one wrong word, and only God knows how Tyler would react. 

He was unreachable, too injured to be pleasant, to small talk, to sneak out during the night and have fun. 

Tyler Galpin was alone. 

And you were, too. 

You were invisible too. Like a haunting, whispers would fill the hallways when you stepped in: it was a direct effect of what happened, a cruel consequence for your mistake, and it never stopped. No matter how much you needed to listen to a thoughtful question or to receive a forgiving smile, there were only mean comments and judgmental looks that you got. 

You couldn’t let this happen to him too. 

So you sat by his table during lunch. It wasn’t much, you didn’t even say anything to him, but your presence created a slight shift in the air. You could feel: your head was low, but his smile was bright enough for you to notice.

He remained in silence, too, and it was possible to hear the whispers growing louder — but none of you listened to them. You listened only to each other’s breathing and little grunts. For the half-hour that the break lasted, there were only the two of you.

You were not invisible, not for each other.

These types of situations started to repeat themselves; it soon became a routine, a daily activity that you both executed. A lifesaver among the ocean of rumors and cussing, a moment of silence and breathing you found in each other. Still, you didn’t lift your gaze. 

The most surprising thing, for you, is that Tyler never asked you to. 

The single question he ever made to you was: 

“The usual?”

This time, his voice almost went unheard under the screams of your brother’s friends. Four normie teenagers, and they were able to make more noise than an entire class of outcasts.

The students from Nevermore were in the Weathervane, enjoying their break after hours of exploring the natural flora of Jericho. An outdoor class, organized and led by the same red-headed woman you always saw in the mornings — and now she was there again, looking at you, at the boy standing close to you. The screams and gestures of your brother caught everyone’s attention, but hers. And yours.

You were used to your brother’s grand behavior, to his acts and showy way, to his stupidity — what you were not used to were the scars on Tyler’s skin.

The rosy skin, slightly freckled, so soft and white, was now bruised and scuffed. He tried to hide it — there were bands around his wrists — but you noticed it. You noticed how dark were the circles around his eyes, how pale was his usually reddish cheeks, how unlit was his kind smile and how abruptly his shoulders shrugged when the ginger woman looked at your way. 

“Y/N?” You couldn’t listen to him, you only watched the hesitant movements of his lips. “Please, can you…Can you?” A scream made him flinch. “What’s your—”

“Y/N!” Your brother yelled again, now appearing beside Tyler. “What did I tell you about assholes dudes?” He laughed as his friends gathered around the barista. “ ‘No’ what you say for them is ‘no’.” Your brother spoke slowly, emphatically, as if you were a little child. “But I suppose this is hard for you, isn’t it?” His tone was sharp, malicious, scornful.

It made you feel the shame, the dirt, the nausea all over again. 

After noticing he affected you how he wished to, your brother turned to Tyler. “Fuck off, perp.” He pushed the Galpin away from your booth. “Go cry over your freak Mama, what about it?”

“Easy there.” Tyler raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes fell back to you, a dark, cold look that you had never seen before. “I’m only doing my work.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know everything about working with Y/N.” Your brother’s snort made you stand up: in a jump, you stood between him and Tyler, facing your brother and distancing you both as much as you could from the barista. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Go away,” You pleaded in a whisper, eyes lowered. “I just want a coffee.” 

You felt a shift behind you, a movement coming from Tyler, and, in a reflex, your fingers reached your brother’s shirt. “Please, go.” You whispered again, pushing his chest, and the scream that arose in response shook you entirely. 

“YOU BITCH!” He roared. “Don’t fucking touch me!” 

You stumbled back, and your body hitted someone — Tyler.

His warm embrace involved you, and before you could understand another of your brother’s screams, you two were out of the Weathervane. 

The shame engulfed you, and, suddenly, Tyler brought you up for a moment of silence, for a moment of breath.

But the shame didn’t go away. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was shaky, low. He was whispering. You moved away from him immediately. “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes were closed: your steps echoed in the dark, it was all you could hear. “Sorry.” Your voice was a whisper, too low, muffled by the desperate sound of your own heartbeats. “It’s all my fault, I’m—” Now he knows. Now all the Weathervane customers know; now everyone knows the rumors about you were true. And it was your fault. “Sorry. Sorry…”

“Y/N.” The darkness suddenly felt warm.  Your steps ceased, and a different rhythm of beats resonated in your ears. Your eyes were still closed, but you recognized the scent that filled your lungs: a mix of vanilla and coffee, warm and comforting. Tyler’s scent. “Please, calm down.” His body was pressured gently against yours, arms wrapping you until the pleas slowly stopped coming from your mouth. His chest was strong, broad, and the beats of his heart were all you could hear for long seconds. “You did nothing wrong.” His fingers traveled down your back with slow, careful moves, holding and caressing your body to stop your trembling. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re not—” You stepped back in a burst: your skin mingled for a second, missing his warmth, but your hands remained around his waist. You forced yourself to look at him. “You’re not okay.”  You whispered to him, voice shaking with concern and fear. Your gaze was shivering just the same, vision blurred with tears. “What happened?”

His eyes changed before yours. The light green orbs turned dark, cold, distinct from the usual kind look of the barista: he didn’t seem afraid, but detached. He looked like a completely different person.

Tyler moved back unconsciously. 

“What did she do to you?” The red-haired teacher. She must have done something. You knew, you knew something was wrong about her. You’ve seen it before, her gaze. It was equal to his: to the look that made you feel so much shame. That made you feel dirty, wicked, evil. Like a beast, like a freak — his freak. “Please, Tyler, I know she—”

“She trapped me.” Now his voice was shaking too. “In a cave, and I—” Tears ran down his eyes. “She told my mother was a monster…” You held his hands: your fingers touched his bruised skin, you analyzed his wounds as his breathing grew heavier. “I–I don’t know. I can’t remember what….I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Ty.” Your hands went up his face, making him look at you. “It’s not your fault. I know it isn’t.” His fingers covered yours, and, for a second, his eyes closed in surrender: he took a deep breath, holding onto the peace, onto the silence you gave him amidst all the chaos and fear. His tears didn’t stop falling, but his hot, shallow breath touched your skin as you leaned closer. “I can see it. I’ll help you.” You felt his lips brushing softly against your forehead. “I’ll help you.”

“Thank you...” He whispered. “Thank you.”  

He held your hand and led you to his home. 

He told you everything. Everything he knew — everything Thornhill revealed to him. His mother’s files, her medical record — her true nature. She was an outcast, an Hyde. A monster and violent beast.

And so was he. 

He showed you his scars, his ripped clothes, he told you how he woke up the night before: in the woods, soaked in blood and sweat, with the red-haired teacher smiling above him. 

He couldn’t remember anything more than that, not at first.

He could only remember the panic, the adrenalin, the disgust: you could see it all painting his eyes as he spoke.

And Thorhnill was responsible for it: she planned and controlled all the situations, all the murders and all his transformations. Then you managed to find why, how, and when: she needed the Hyde for her revenge plan, she needed him as her personal weapon, to kill the outcasts who destroyed her family.

To discover all that, you started to follow Tyler and her during the night. You said you would help him, and you did: by the time the outcasts were hosting a dance at Nevermore, you had already gathered enough proof to get her to jail. To prove Tyler’s innocence. 

To free him from her.

You just were not expecting him to go to the Rave’N. 

“Y/N…”  He stepped closer as you gasped at his white suit.. “I-I can explain.” There was a little box in his hands, with a black flower inside, but it wasn’t for you. It was for the goth girl from Nevermore Academy, the one Thornhill, for some reason, needed to keep close. “I have to—”

“Please, please tell me you’re not going to the dance.” You paced around your backyard, moving away from his hands and words. “You can’t. It’s too dangerous.”

“I have to! I have to distract Wednesday!” He insisted. “If Laurel suspects I’m disobeying her, I…”

“We can finish this tonight.” The whisper left your mouth as he finally reached you. “We can end this. I have proof.” You started to tremble: his hold wasn’t strong enough to keep you still. “But please, don’t go. Wednesday can ruin it all and…and…”

“She invited me, Y/N.” There was a smile on his lips. “I think she…I think she likes me. She can be an ally.”

“No!” You sobbed, pushing him away in an impulse: you fought, you tried to move away, but he held you tighter, closer, until it was impossible to run from his arms, from his firm embrace. “Please, please, don’t!” You begged as you leaned closer, your fingers now gripping his suit desperately. “He can’t see you there.”

“Who, Y/N? What are you talking about?”

“Him. Please.” Your words were choked with tears and fear. “You can’t meet him.” 

“Your brother? You know he can’t hurt me.” Tyler felt your nodding against his chest. “You have to breathe, Y/N. Please, calm down and breathe.”

“I’m—Taylor will be there!” You shouted suddenly, the name was ripped from your throat like a knife being pulled from your chest. “Lucas’ friend, they’ll prank the outcasts and I—” You shook your head again, but now Tyler wasn’t hugging you: he was holding your shoulders, watching your desperate expression with a concern you’ve never seen before. “You can’t meet him. Please.” 

“He is the one from the rumors?” Tyler whispered the question; as if his words could break you, shame you. And it was the last thing he wanted: to make you feel shattered, hurted, embarrassed — to make you feel all the things that you could, you should have made him feel, but never did. You were never mean, you were never judgmental, you were sweet and nurturing, and now he was being it too. He was holding you as if the rumors were not true. As if you were not gross, as if you were not vulgar. “He is the who…”

“He follows me. He never goes away.” Tyler wiped your tears. “I don’t want him to…to do it with you too.”

“He won’t.” There was warmth in his voice: a heat, a comfort you only felt in his tone, in his touch. “You’re safe now. You’re free from him.”

“I’m—”

“You are, Y/N.” His hands involved your face, making you look at him. “We’re safe, we have each other.” The cold, salty tears which ran down your face, that invaded your mouth and wet your skin were now replaced by a sweet, warm taste: his lips enfolded yours in a gentle kiss, and soon your fear, shame and trembling faded away. Now, under his touch, feeling his lips slowly caressing yours, you felt peace and relief, safety and understanding. You felt love. “We’re going to be free, alright?”

“Promise?” You whispered before kissing him back. It was different from Taylor’s kiss, from Taylor’s touch; Tyler didn’t hurt you. 

Tyler would never hurt you.

“Promise.”

By the end of the night, Tyler did go to the Rave’N. He danced and enjoyed the ball as every teenager is supposed to do; and, when he figured Eugene was going to explore the woods nearby, he warned Thornhill. And he warned you.  

You executed your plan, and the sheriff arrested the cruel teacher before she could destroy the cave — the proof of her torture, the proof of Tyler's innocence. Eugene watched the scene safely while you secretly followed him from a few feet away, and you saw her arrest as well.

Tyler would be charged, and the whole story would reverberate through the town: his image, again, would become fearful, and your reputation would be further destroyed. 

But it didn't matter. 

No matter how much Thorhnill hated the outcasts, and now you too, Tyler was free.

You were free.

And, above it all, you had each other.