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Beauty And The Beast

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader

Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.

Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.

Word Count: 1.0k

You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.

You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?

When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.

You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.

But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”

“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”

“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”

From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.

Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.

The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?

“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.

Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.

“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”

“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.

You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.

“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"

“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?

my murderous brainwashed babes <3

Reader responds to Tyler Galpin lines out of context

Tyler: spoiler alert the espresso machine is having a seizure so we only have drip.

Y/N: I don’t need that, I’m already dripping Tyler.

Tyler: w-what?

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Tyler: You go to Nevermore? Didn’t realise they changed up the uniform?

Y/N: *leans over the counter and whispers* I can take it all off if you’d like that

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Tyler: we’ll now that i’m here, i’m glad i came.

Y/N: seriously tyler, already? like that’s hot but come on i thought we were gonna do this later.

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Tyler: you have no idea whats coming.

Y/N: I think I do. It’s me and I just did.

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Tyler: Well let me know when I move up your to-do list

Y/N: Oh don’t worry, I’ll be doing you very soon

lol. anyway i’m currently working on all my tyler requests so stay tuned!! my tyler taglist is open forever just text me or comment if you’d like to be added xx

Tyler: so why did you jump at the chance to torture me?

Wednesday: that’s how my parents flirt

Tyler:

Tyler: yeah, I can see that

Tyler Galpin Aesthetic Board

Hey Y’AALLLLL I’m backkk with anotha character moodboarddd... This time it’s Tyler Galpin. Istg my taste in men is getting worse likee gworlll I like my men mentally unhinged, sociopathic and TOXIC AS HELL. Like holy shit i’m stanning villains nowww starting from Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Namor, and now Tyler Galpin ...

BISHH GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I LIKE GOODY TWO SHOES AND NICE AND MENTALLY STABLE MEN LIKE STEVE ROGERS 

SIS BEEN HANGING OUT ON THE WEB FOR FAR TOO LONG 🙃🙃🙃

But I still got a lot of Namor aesthetic boards in my gallery that i have yet to post and I’ll be posting them soon, maybe not soon soon but I will though eventually. For now I’ll just enjoy looking at this one lol

Pitfall Trap

# Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Wednesday Addams # Synopsis: Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to. # Warning/Content: Spoiler S01, Obsessive behavior, Sexual Tension, Primal Instinct, Toxic relationship, Character Study. # Word Count: 1.2k [read me on AO3]

Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to.

She is perfect.

And during that Rave’N dance, staring at him with dark, wide pupils, he wasn’t so much swaying to the music, but rather swayed by her.

By the girl who brings piranhas to a swimming lesson; just because someone usurped her right to torture her little brother. He knew she wouldn’t be phased by the monster crawling under his skin. Wednesday wore hers with pride on the outside.

" … Like putting piranhas in a swimming pool?"  She frowns. He explains himself with a purse of his lips he can’t hope to hide: 

"I may have done a little digging on you after we met."

"I’d do it again."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you." 

She is exquisite.

She dances, and he grins with all his teeth. She walks away, pulling the invisible elastic between them; then comes back to him, barely brushing his white tuxedo. He could growl right there and then. He wants his strong hands to grip her sides, but instead he snaps his fingers two times to the rhythms of The Cramps. ♭ I cruise through the city and I roam the street Looking for something that is nice to eat ♭ His eyes won’t let go of her. As if he’s both captured by the sight of an irresistible prey and hypnotized by a force that has relentless power over him. She moves and he follows. He is a paradox. He is all want, possessiveness and even rage. Yet, he smiles. He dances. He dances with her . Sky eyes meeting the dark of hers; somewhat meeting the dark of his. There are times, she gets so close, he wonders if she knows.

Wednesday Addams. Lovely and awful Wednesday Addams.

The one that smells like cardamom and the musk of the forest at midnight. When he gets close and breathes deeply in; her raven braided hair has a whiff of a wild cherry tree’s bark and a hint of sebum. At the sounds of the electric and psychedelic guitar , she’s moving at times like a rag doll; other times with lascivious movements that awake a fire that he knows too well. Her sweat is beading below her elaborate updo and making its way between her shoulder blades. Salty. Irresistible. He licks his lips. He has done much more than that before. The girl wasn’t a stranger to excursions in the woods near Nevermore Academy. She would kill for a brother. He would kill for her; he had. Rowan Laslow. If he wasn’t lying to himself, he would even die for her. Either way, what bliss. She would appreciate the gesture if she knew. But there’s joy in a secret threatening to become undone. It’s his way to have power over her; as she has that unsettling power over him. After he had indulged with Rowan, he had seen her lying there on the ground, hard to differentiate from a lifeless corpse. Her scent had been jealously retained by the leaves and the earth beneath. Once swept away by her peers, he had come back. Rolled in her aroma. Covering himself with her; with a depraved glee that only a monster could be satisfied with. ♭  Yeah, the city is a jungle and I'm a beast I'm a teenage tiger looking for a feast ♭ For a moment, he loses sight of her. Then, coming from behind, there are a few light taps on his shoulder. Wednesday stands behind him. Only Wednesday can lurk around without the ravenous monster in him noticing. If anyone could describe the traits of his face, only a love sick one could apply. He doesn’t mind. On the contrary, he loves the chase. He welcomes the ache that comes with it. He loves how unapologetic she is while dancing; as unapologetic as he is when the Hyde comes to play between the entrails of his victims.

In a primal way, Tyler knows that the Addams girl must sense the edge to their relationship. She’s not just drawn to "The cute boy next door". Admittedly, there is that. However, when she rarely comes to Weathervanes, she takes the quad over ice from his warm hands, and for only a few seconds, there's darkness at her fingertips. At that precise moment arises a conundrum. Does the chill roaming her arms merely exists because she fancies him? Or is it due to instinct? Those days, he can see the goosebumps leaving a trail on her fair skin— a warning; a thrill. A terrible danger near the surface that only her reptilian brain can perceive. One that has meant death for countless children, teenagers, and adults alike. Yet, everyone knows that Wednesday is in love with Death.

And tonight, she is dancing with It. ♭ You better duck When I show up The goo goo muck ♭ She rolls her hips, rolls her shoulders, draped in black ethereal satin. The intensity of her stern stare sets him ablaze, and he swears he can feel the scorching of the flames. He sees red instead of black and white. He dreams of his palms meeting the delicate crook of her neck. He dreams of shared heated lips that could never quench his thirst, except perhaps when he’s drenched in warm carmine; metal taste on his tongue.

The music stops. Wednesday doesn’t move anymore; still staring. Close. He can hear her little heart pumping the adrenaline away. While the world around continues to dance, he stands still; like the reflection of a mirror. Opposites. She’s in black, he’s in white. She’s controlled and neat. He lashes out whenever he can.

He finds those oppositions intoxicating.

Then. Then he thinks his dream might just come true because the livid face of Wednesday turns into shades of red; translating his mind. He looks up in shock. Hemoglobin droplets raining on them like a Christmas present. Delectably covering her ink-black hair; staining the shoulder pad of his jacket; staining everything. And for the first time during this Rave’N ball; for the first time ever for that matter… He sees her smile . Covered in crimson. A lovely reminder of when he does the same in secrecy; only Wednesday does it out in the open. As she always does. And it might just be the beautifulest thing he’s ever witnessed.

His irises grow wide. As wide as his hunger.

Around them, it is mayhem. Guttural screams, panic, and trembling limbs attempting to run away. It feels like home. They aren’t moving. Between them, a quiet wonder. He observes Wednesday looking sideways with a luscious twist on her lips. Then, in perhaps the longest seconds of his life, his eyesight reduces to a pinpoint as his dilated pupils follow the elegant finger of the Addams girl, slowly entering the sacred circle of her mouth. A taste. 

He might just lose his head. And he doesn’t mind. Nonetheless, she’s disappointed: "They couldn’t even spring for real pigs’ blood." Disappointed that she can’t taste the real thing. If only she knew. She turns away from him. A pit in his stomach. And an ache to see her wolfish smile again.

"It’s only paint." He can make it otherwise. He is breathless. And famished. He usually likes endings. The one he inflicts on others, that is. Still exposing her spine to him, he huffs and puffs from the yearning to bite whatever he can put his teeth on. Please, for the love of God, he thinks, let me sink into your flesh. Perhaps… Perhaps there is more than one way.

wednesday + tyler as ao3 tags

Some behind the scenes photos from Wednesday🫶🏻

Wednesday… I know what you are…

It’s true tho…

Thing a real one 😔✊

Basically how it went.

NEW CRUSH!! NEW FIC CHARACTER ALERT

tyler fucking galpin

i’m obsessed w him. I will be writing for him

sir u can tear me apart as long as i can have your babies

Enid: VIBE CHECK!!! *punches Tyler*

Tyler: Ahh! What the fuck? Wednesday, your pet werewolf hit me.

Wednesday: Don’t be a baby.

…

Enid: …My hand hurts.

Wednesday: *instantly starts kissing Enid’s knuckles* There all better. Do you want a hug?

Enid: …yes please.

Tyler: I could use a hug.

Wednesday: *holding Enid to her chest* How tragic. Unfortunately no one asked.

Wednesday has a golden retriever bf, a tortured artist bf and a sunshine gf all while being aroace. Good for her.