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In A Moment of Panic Part 3
Pairing: Nevermore!Tyler Galpin x Reader
Warnings: Sexual talk, injury, mentions of alcohol, lots of embarrassment and denial
Summary: The Rave’N dance is coming up, but Y/N’s friends have a more interesting plan in mind for that night. Tyler and Y/N’s feelings for each other get discussed on a day out dress shopping with her friends, and Y/N feels it’s better to deny, deny, deny. Part 2
“So the Rave’N is tomorrow night, you’re going with Tyler right?” Wednesday says matter of factly, Enid by her side.
“Yeah. Why are you asking?” I’m curious, that’s for sure. Wednesday isn’t one to typically indulge in small talk, so there must be some other motive.
“Well you might not know this but … Enid, can’t you be the one to tell her? This feels stupid,”
“No. You kept it from me, I shouldn’t have to be the one to say it. Conversation is your punishment, since I know you hate it so much,” She teases the black haired girl.
“There’s a club called the Nightshades. They’ve asked us members to invite people to sneak off and drink with them while the dance is going on,” She relays to me, not the slightest bit of excitement in her tone, I can see her gritting her teeth.
“I’m surprised. I didn’t think that would be your sort of thing, Addams, drinking and having fun?”
“I have fun, Y/N. One of my favorite ways to have fun is by breaking rules, and it gives me an out from the outdated system of school dances,” She’s starting to get snippy, so you decide to back out of this conversation, opting to just tell Enid,
“I’ll let Tyler know. Text me the details,” Before I can run off to class, Enid yells after me.
“Hey! We are going to pick outfits tonight in Jericho. You in?”
“Of course, now I’ve really got to go. Bye guys,”
I run into my next class just before Mr. Serpen arrives, sliding into my seat by Yoko. Time to learn about some of natures ‘cutest but deadliest’.
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I’m about to walk into Ophelia Hall from the Courtyard entrance, when a large muscular arm wraps around my waist. Yelping out in surprise, I whip around at full speed, managing to knock my head into a wall slightly. My vision goes blurry for a moment when I can see the glow of a pink aura, emanating from the assailant. Shit, the hit activated my emotional sight, and whoever just grabbed me is feeling some variant of love or lust. My heart starts pounding, and my hand rests atop of the throbbing bruise that is forming within my scalp.
“Fuck I am so sorry, Y/N I did not mean to scare you like that oh shit. Are you okay?” That voice eases my nerves completely. It’s just Tyler. Before I focus and get my power in check, I look again at the aura and see it’s purple, fear or worry. That makes more sense, I probably just saw wrong in my moment of impairment.
“That hurt like a bitch,” I give a beat of time to have some fun with him before I reassure him that I’m fine. “Really, it’s okay, don't worry. It takes a lot more than that to really hurt me,” I look around to find no one around us and find myself overthinking. ‘Why would Tyler grab me so close when we aren’t trying to keep up appearances?’.
“What was it you wanted anyway Tyler?”
“Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?”
“Oh fuck! I need to get my bag, I’m supposed to be meeting Enid by the shuttle bus in a couple minutes to get an outfit for tomorrow, I’m sorry Tyler,”
“Oh are you getting a dress for the dance?” He chuckles at my rambling state, making me flush with embarrassment.
“Right, I forgot to say but, about the dance, Enid and some other people want us to skip the dance and have our own little party, better drinks, better music, better vibe. Also, without the watching eyes of teachers,” Finger guns are used to accentuate my point. “Now you can’t say no, so I’ll see you there Ty,”
Sprinting off up the stairs, I burst into my room, grab my bag and shoot Enid a text that I’m almost there.
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By the time we get to Jericho, I can still feel my heart in my throat, sprinting for the shuttle really took it out of me. Enid, Wednesday, Yoko and I walk towards the local dress shop ‘Hawte Kewture’ and I can see Wednesday visibly twitching and grimacing at the building.
“I’m gonna go take a walk,”
“But roomie! This was supposed to be our first shopping spree together!” Enid whines out, pouting with all her heart.
“It’s okay. I’d just slow you guys down, have fun and I'll find mine somewhere. Maybe I’ll go visit the graveyard,” I can tell she’s trying, and Enid seems to be warmed by the effort.
“Okay, I’ll see you back on the shuttle home. Come on girls, let's go shopping!”
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After an hour of sifting through racks and trying on clothes, all three of us had picked out some outfits for the Nightshade’s party, all reflecting ourselves pretty well. Enid grabbed one of the brightest dresses I have ever seen, patterned with swirls of oranges and pinks, very puffy but not too formal. Yoko bought a sleek silk slip dress in black, with red lace details on the edges. My dress is also black, but it’s shorter with mesh sleeves and small silver stars decorating it.
I had taken a few quick photos of it in the changing rooms before buying it, and I look over them again, really feeling myself.
“Those photos are totally hot. Tyler’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you in it,” Enid claps her hands in excitement, and Yoko leans in to look,
“I agree. He’s totally gonna bust in hi-“
“Yoko! Gross, what the fuck?” I yell, my ears burning in red heat. I did not need that image in my mind, but for some reason I can’t shake it from my mind.
“What, have you two not done anything yet? I guess Tyler is the sweeter type, that might be a good thing, him wanting to wait. It’s kind of cute how much he really cares about you,” Yoko keeps on, her voice quite monotonous as she rambles.
“Ignoring the nasty talk, I agree. I’m surprised it took you guys so long to even start dating to be honest,” Enid looks at me smiling.
“What do you mean?” I’m still super pink in the face as I ask.
“I mean he’s been totally pining after you since you moved here. And I’m not blind, I could see it from you too. I’m glad you guys finally got it together and started dating, I’ve never seen you happier than when you’re around him,” I want to defend myself, but I can’t say anything without arousing suspicion that me and Tyler aren’t actually together, so I settle on just shrugging off all she says about how Tyler has been pining after me all this time. It’s clearly Enid’s love of love clouding her judgment with rose tinted glasses.
“Whatever, we’ve got to go if we wanna get back soon.”
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Wednesday coming home from Nevermore:
Gomez & Morticia: So are you still seeing that nice boy? Sheriff Galpin’s son?
Wednesday: He turned out to be a serial killer
Her parents: …so that’s a yes?
Wednesday: He tried to kill me at the end of the semester
Them: Oh how romantic. You two must be getting serious then
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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on tyler galpin in which y/n is an addams who's a nevermore student. she's the same as wednesday but shy and more insecure. one day after her therapy session she goes to the weathervane where she meets tyler. that soon becomes a routine, the two grow really close and become more than just friends. he's one of the few people she lets her guard down and feels comfortable with.
i'd like it to be with fluff and him making her feel appreciated and loved, reassuring her.
thank you <3
It’s Nice to Have a Friend
Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Reader
Summary: As the Request says. Title inspired by the Taylor Swift song ‘It’s nice to have a friend’.
Wednesday and Y/N Addams are two sides of the same dark coin. Growing up, the twins were constantly compared, their differences only being acknowledged as the two came into their own. While Wednesday is more sure of herself, full of confident dry wit and a sense of being one not to mess with, Y/N is more closed off. And yes, some may look at her sister and not think that anyone could be more reserved than her, but that’s just how she is.
Y/N struggles to put up a front of not showing emotions, her heart is on her sleeve, but she gets flustered easily, falls in love too fast and runs away from her problems. In the Addams family, all of these have been labeled as signs of weakness, so that’s just how Y/N sees herself. It’s inevitable that people compare themselves to others, and it’s especially hard when your sister is the family’s ‘perfect little death trap’ etc. Y/N also carried the same dark hobbies, a love for the macabre, but most of that came out in fits of rage, in her lonesome, trying not to burden others with her over-emotionalness’
It was quite a punch to the gut upon arriving at Nevermore Academy, when the custom uniforms just further highlighted that Wednesday was one to stand out, in stark contrast shades of black and, and Y/N blends into the towering stone walls, in a dull mix of grays. She couldn’t be too mad about it either, because it did reflect her usual desaturated wardrobe, but Y/N couldn’t stop herself from wondering what it would be like to just fit in with the other students, don herself in the blue uniform, but that’s not the Addams family way.
Hearing the information during the tour that there was a local town, only a 25 minute walk away, to escape to, was music to Y/N’s ears. It was also the location of her therapist’s office.
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After her first session with Dr. Kinbott, Y/N steps out into the cool air, she spots a coffee shop across the road. The ‘Weathervane’. Needing a pick me up, she saunters over and enters in, the scent of coffee and hot chocolate hitting her nose instantly. She walks over to the front bar area, noticing a curly haired boy phasing out, looking out the window onto the dull scape of Jericho.
“Hi,”
“Oh shit, didn’t see you there sorry,” The young guy says with a dazed voice, clutching his heart.
“I get that a lot, don't worry,” A small, polite smile meets her face.
“Shit no, I didn’t mean that in a rude way or anything sorry, I just- right lean this way and look out that window,” He says, pointing in the direction of something outside, “You see that?” Leaning in and following where his finger is going, she sees her classmate Enid trying to save a cat out of a tree, hopping up and down frantically but she’s a fraction too short. “I wish I had her patience,” He chuckles, “She’s been there for about 10 minutes,”
‘I don’t know how I missed her while walking over here’ She thought to herself before looking over to the barista again, suddenly noticing just how close his face is to hers. Stammering while leaning back away from him, her face turns beet-red. “I- Sorry,”
“Sorry? For what?” He looks puzzled, still smiling warmly, tilting his head to the side slightly. Y/N tends to apologize without reason and can’t come up with a lie to cover it up, so he decides this time to just shrug and fiddle with her hands.
“Well, what can I get you- uh… Sorry, what’s your name?”
“Oh. I’m Y/N,” She squints to see his name tag, “Nice to meet you, Tyler,”
“Nice to meet you too. What can I get you, Y/N?”
“Could I get three shots of espresso, please?”
“Wow, that’s not what I was expecting,” He laughs breathily.
“And what were you expecting?” Y/N subconsciously grows a bit of confidence through this witty back and forth.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” He teases back, before walking off to tap her order into the espresso machine. It whirs away, and Y/N admires the boy from her spot, tapping her card onto the card machine, hearing the familiar ding of an approved payment.
“Here you go, Y/N. So, can I expect to see you around her again sometime? I can tell by that uniform that you’re a Nevermore student right? Lots of them come in here with their friends over the weekend,”
“Yeah, I don’t really think anyone will bring me here. I think most of them didn’t even acknowledge me joining the school so… You can probably tell by this gray uniform I don’t exactly stand out,”
“I think the gray compliments you well, like a layer of smoke covering something deeper down. You really are mysterious,” She flushes once again, no one has ever given such a compliment to her.
“Mysterious?”
“Yeah, I can tell you are good at hiding things, you probably have a lot of dirt on people, ready to use when necessary. It’s kind of spooky actually,” Okay, yeah, Y/N is definitely getting hot under her collar from the array of compliments. All she ever secretly wanted was to be seen as intimidating or spooky.
“Well, thank you. Anyways, I’ll be off. I’ll be back soon,”
“You promise?” He smirks.
“I never promise,”
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By now, Y/N and Tyler have spent time drinking about 20 coffees together, and have gotten to learn more about each other than anyone else in their lives.
“You know, underneath that smoke screen is an amazing person. I don’t understand how I haven’t seen you with any friends around here, you are a catch,”
“Haha, I really don’t think so… I’d prefer to just wait for someone else to approach me,” She stops and sips her coffee.
“Yeah, that would work if you didn't suffer from resting murder face. Besides, you approached me, and look, you didn’t combust, nothing bad will happen,” He reassures the girl, placing his palm over her hand that rests on the table across from him.
“Well, you do understand how the hospitality industry works right? And you remember that we met because you work here, yeah?” Her eyebrows wiggle teasingly, letting herself laugh.
“See, that laugh is contagious as hell. Anyone would be blessed to know you. Hey, since you don’t make ‘promises’, what’s your thoughts on bets?”
“Sure, I don’t back down from bets. If they involve danger or risk of death that’s just a cherry on top,” Her dead gaze bores into Tyler, and she finds humor in his worried adjustment of posture.
“Right well. This one doesn’t unfortunately… But I wanna place a bet that if you go over and talk to that table, and show them your true self, then you’ll make some new friends,”
“And if they don’t engage? What are our respective prizes?”
“If you don’t make friends, then I will pay for all of your coffees for a month,”
“What do you get if I do?”
“I get to see you happy, I mean, either way I guess I win,” He smiles, winking playfully.
“God, you are the master of cheese. The only way this could get worse is if you added a stupid pun or something,” Her eyes roll dramatically before getting up from her seat, Tyler goes to (Y/N assumes) make a ‘stupid pun’, before she stops him in his tracks “I will make sure you never speak again if you continue with that, coffee boy,”
Y/N then walks off, sending a wink over her shoulder before all that confidence drains again, and she feels how she normally does without Tyler’s company. She sees the familiar faces of Enid, Yoko and Bianca sitting in the booth Tyler had gestured to.
“Um- Hi guys, sorry if this is weird, I just was wondering if I could sit with you guys? It’s okay if not I just-“
“Sure! You’re Y/N right? I have been meaning to check in on you since you moved here. My followers have been very intrigued in getting to know anything about you,” Enid talks at a million miles a minute, and it would be annoying if it wasn’t so well intended and endearing.
“Well, I guess you all know I’m Wednesday’s sister-“
“Hey, I thought I said I wanted to know about you, not who you’re related to. What are you interested in? What’s your power? What-“
“Sorry. Enid can be a bit overbearing,” The vampire speaks over the werewolf’s ranting.
“No, no it’s okay. The more she talks, the less I have to. I’d call that a win,” That earns a laugh from Yoko and Bianca. It makes her feel nice to have made other people smile. After chatting away for what could have been minutes or could have been hours, Y/N looks around the Weathervane, meeting the watching eyes of Tyler. He smiles, giving a look of victory, before getting up, pulling his coat on. Before he can reach the door, she says her goodbyes to her classmates, and chases after Tyler.
“I don’t know about you, but I think you definitely made some friends over there. Seems like you don’t need me anymore,” His voice holds a light hearted tone but Y/N can tell he is slightly overthinking on this.
“Hey. Even if I do make some friends, you’ll always be my favorite… Drive me back?”
“Of course,” He takes her hand in his and they walk out, the bell on the door jingling as they exit.
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They arrive at the gates of Nevermore, and just sit together in the car for a moment. This has become a bit of a routine, neither of them really wanting the day to end.
“I really want to thank you, I never would’ve done that back there if it wasn't for you,”
“Well you’ve helped me a lot too. You help me when I’ve had a bad day, and you never let my dad get away with his passive aggression towards me, like you’re my scary guard dog,” His laugh always makes Y/N smile.
“You make me feel safe too, even safer than my pocket dagger makes me,” Y/N unconsciously leans closer to Tyler in the driver’s seat. He moves closer too.
“I really like you Y/N. More than a friend,”
“I mean, you know how new I am to this whole friendship thing, but this definitely feels different to how I feel around Enid or Yoko,”
“Oh yeah? How’s it different?” Y/N can feel his warm breath on her face now.
“I mean, I definitely don’t have the urge to kiss either of those two,” She musters up as much confidence as she’s capable of, and presses a small kiss to his soft lips. He looks taken aback as she pulls away, but his face lightens, and he cups her jaw, kissing her. He tastes like fresh coffee, and smells like an autumnal scented candle. He moves away to make a quick remark,
“Just a word of wisdom, this is not a typical friend thing to do,” She pushes him playfully, and he retaliates by gripping the front of her shirt and kissing her more passionately than before. Today was certainly eventful, somehow the previously friendless, insecure girl was plus 3 friends and plus 1 boyfriend. Showing her true self that she’d hidden for so long actually turned out to be something for better than for worse.
She decides for the first time in her life, she’ll make a promise. A promise to herself that she won’t hide away behind the gray of her clothes, and actually put herself out there to other people.
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I totally should’ve been done with this one-shot by now but all I’ve been doing is playing Pokémon Café Remix. Haven’t even eaten yet, just ordered a Dominoes wish my writing skills good luck lol
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Happy New Year everyone! I’m working on requests right now and then I’m back at work on Tuesday but I’ll hopefully release a new part within the week :)
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hi! are your requests open at the moment?
thanks :)
Hi!
Yes I am :) I may be a bit slow doing requests as I usually just write whatever is in my head but I would be open to having a try. I will leave requests in my ask box so if I haven’t replied to an ask, I am leaving them in there so I can access them easier
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In a Moment of Panic Part 2 (Reupload)
Pairing: Nevermore!Tyler Galpin x Reader
Summary: It’s their first day debuting as an official ‘couple’. We get to learn a lot more about Y/N and her abilities, as well as delving into Tyler a bit more. (Tyler is a Hyde but here he got the support he needed from Nevermore enough to control it better) Part 1
Walking into class, hand in hand with Tyler Galpin was truly an experience. I go to sit in my usual seat by Enid but find it already filled by Yoko. Tilting my head in confusion, Enid starts to explain.
“Oh Y/N! Me and Yoko were thinking, wouldn’t it be great if you and Yoko switched seats, so you could sit with your man? Right Yoko?” Her grin is almost contagious, and Yoko just nods along, looking quite unbothered by it all. Looking at the friendship between the werewolf and the vampire, it’s very clear that they have a sort of yin-yang thing going on, right down to their opposite aesthetics. I see Enid eyeing Tyler over my shoulder, who is waiting expectantly.
“Yeah. I guess that makes sense- Uh, thank you?” I smile, and turn to let Tyler lead me over to his desk, where we will be sitting for the next hour or so. As we sit down, Xavier makes his way into the room, glaring broodingly as he meets my eyes. I feel a small pang of guilt in my chest, but that’s lifted as my best friend rubs comforting circles on the back of my palm with his thumb. Looking into Tyler’s eyes during such an intimate feeling moment causes a hint of blush on my face, so I have to look away. Luckily Ms. Thornhill clears her throat to begin the class.
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First class of the day survived, I look for a seat within the quad to take a break. I pull out my sketchbook and start to doodle away, a hobby I’ve had since I was born, but unlike Xavier, art doesn’t really relate much to my ‘power’ or whatever you’d like to call it. My shtick is actually more in the vain of looking into people’s intentions and feelings. Like a heightened empathy type of thing.
It may seem boring, but honestly people who meet me at first are very cautious around me, worried about how I can read them like a book. I’m glad I have earned the trust of my classmates, and found a lot of sympathy through the sirens of Nevermore.
I try to only use my talent as a means to help investigate a suspicious person or situation, and not really on my friends too often. This started before I met Tyler, so I’ve never had a biased look at the boy, I don’t bother being nosey in who he’s interested in or who he dislikes, knowing that anything he wants me to know, he will share with me, but he’s made it clear that he doesn’t mind either way.
Speaking of Tyler, he’s currently not glued to my side, instead choosing to go raid a vending machine for us to snack on some junk, having both skipped breakfast as the nerves had diminished our appetites. He wanders into vision, about to come sit with me when he’s stopped by the voice of Xavier Thorpe. I take out my headphones and listen out for the conversation.
“So… You and Y/N, huh?” His hands are in his pockets, making himself seem more relaxed than he sounds.
“Yeah… Me and Y/N. What about us?” Tyler replies, giving a quite intimidating glare. Say what you want about the Hyde boy, he’s unapologetically good at commiting to the role he’s playing.
“Nothing. I was just wondering when that happened and, um, how?”
“Are you asking for advice or something? Real smooth Thorpe,” That causes a splutter to exit the boy’s mouth, caught off guard.
“N-No dude I just… Shit I’m sorry, you know what I mean though. Like I was just talking to Y/N one second and all of a sudden she’s publicly kissing you, you know? I guess I was just curious when all that happened,”
“I guess not too long ago. I mean, I’ve liked her for ages so it was just kind of a waiting game. I mean it took her a while to get over you, you kind of broke it off out of nowhere, but I guess just being there for her in her time of need things just… happened. I didn’t want to use her pain for my gain so I waited until a week back to actually ask her,” How is he such a good liar? It’s almost scary how well he can fabricate such an elaborate story. Did he prepare after our conversation about boundaries with our agreement? Very impressive…
“I just want you to know, I never meant to hurt her okay? I made a mistake breaking up with her, especially in the way I did… But I see I’m too late now. Just- Please take care of her okay? Better than I did,”
“I promise I will, I’d never hurt Y/N,” His voice is sincere and serious, making me flush bright red. He’s about to turn away, but paused to say “She still wants to be friends, Xavier. But if you even talk to her in the wrong way, you’re out,”
Now that sends a shiver down below, I have to snap myself out of what I’m feeling. Tyler is my bestfriend, not my boyfriend… This is all just a ploy for my benefit, I need to remember that. I push the dirty thoughts out of my mind in time for him to sit across from me on the bench, throwing some snacks down from out of his pockets. He also places down to bottles of juice down, one for each of us,
“You thirsty?” He asks.
‘In more ways than one,’ my inner voice says before I shake it off once more and reply with a simple, “Yes. Thank you, Ty,”
Part 3
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In a Moment of Panic (Reupload)
Pairing: Nevermore!Tyler Galpin x Reader
Summary: Xavier Thorpe will not leave his ex girlfriend Y/N alone, so without thinking, she lies about dating her best friend Tyler Galpin, and it leads to them having to make a deal about where to go from there. (Inspired by TATBILB) Part 2 Here
I’m at my locker, fighting with the jammed door before it bursts open with force almost knocking me flat on my ass. Putting away some books and taking out the ones I need, I close the door. Previously blocked by the locker, I am now faced with someone I’ve been hoping to avoid.
Xavier Thorpe. Ex boyfriend, and currently at the top of my shit-list. He’s recently made a habit out of annoying the hell out of me, constantly feeding me fake apologies and following me around like a lost puppy dog. Probably because of his recent break up with ‘Queen Bee’ Bianca Barkley.
“Y/N,” He seems almost out of breath, as though he’s been running the halls of Nevermore chasing me down. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Just tell me one thing please?”
“Xavier, I’ve already told you I’m not interested in hearing it okay-,”
“Tell me why you don’t wanna be with me, don’t I deserve that at least?” God, that whiny voice, how did I ever cope with this guy? He’s staring so hard I have to look away, my eyes scan the hallway and see two familiar faces: Wednesday Addams and Tyler Galpin. The former being a close (well as close as one can be to the girl) friend of mine, and the latter being an even closer one.
Tuning back into the one-sided conversation I’m having I hear “Y/N/N you can't keep dodging the question or running off anymore okay? Please just-“
Before I can stop myself I blurt out “I’m dating someone,”
Xavier’s jaw drops to the door, spluttering out a “What?” ‘Tell me about it, Buddy. I have officially dug myself into a hole and all that can happen from here is to just dig deeper.
“Yeah, I’m with someone. Someone I think is really good for me, okay?” I start twiddling my thumbs, seeing my two close friends still standing nearby, just out of hearing range - gladly that should mean I don’t have to explain my lie to them too.
“Who’s the guy?”
“Hm?” I look back to my ex boyfriend, totally lost in thought for a moment,
“Who are you dating?”
Shit, I try not to take even a beat to think about what I’m going to say before basically exclaiming, “Tyler Galpin. Oh there he is now, I’ve got to go, nice seeing you,”
As if my feet have a mind of their own, I feel myself running over to the blonde, leaping into his arms, legs wrapping his waist, and arms clinging onto him by the back of his neck. Registering the shock on my best friend’s face, I almost let myself hesitate, for just enough time to see a small smirk tug against his lips
“Y/N what’s go-“
Then I kissed him.
I can feel my heart in my throat, thrumming at a million miles a minute. My head is racing with thoughts of ‘Please let Xavier still be watching, else I will have embarrassed myself and possibly ruined my friendship with Tyler’ and ‘Oh God. Tyler? I’m kissing Tyler. What the hell?!’. I put myself back in the moment, kind of surprised that it doesn’t seem like I’m doing too bad of a job with the whole ‘kissing while overthinking’ thing. Wait, is he kissing back?
In a second of shock at this realization, I pull back, hopping down from his grasp, and stand with my mouth agape. I can see my lipgloss smeared across his lower face.
“Thank you,” I say, gathering my bearings, flattening my skirt back down,
“Um- You’re welcome?” A light, still shell shocked smile grows on his face before I turn and walk in the opposite direction, right past Xavier Thorpe, and a bunch of other curious Nevermore students, confused as to what they just witnessed.
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I spend the rest of the day hiding at the back in classes, and rushing to my dorm whenever I get a break. By some God’s graces I have managed to avoid running into Tyler since the incident in the halls. Well, that is until I hear a knock at my dorm room door. Before I can tell whoever is there to go away, Tyler opens it up and walks inside, donning a shy posture.
“Hi, hope I’m not interrupting anything. Just wanted to check in on you,” He smiles meekly, coming towards my double bed. Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, aside me, his gaze shows his need for some answers for whatever occurred earlier.
“I’m so sorry for ambushing you earlier Tyler. Xavier wouldn’t leave me alone about the whole ‘why won’t you be with me’ shit and I just panicked and told him we were together and- Oh fuck he hasn’t come up to you and asked you about it has he? God, I did not think this through-“
“I think he’s avoiding me actually. Hey, maybe he’s jealous,” his laugh is always a comforting sound to hear, I push his arm playfully and reply,
“I don’t want him to be jealous, I want him to get over me. I want to go back to when I could see him and not need to hide somewhere to avoid yet another awkward situation. And now I have somehow spun the biggest web of lies and wrapped you in it with me. I guess I have to come clean, I mean it’s not fair to you-“
“Hey, I wouldn’t mind pretending to be with you around him if it means you feel less flighty walking around Nevermore,”
“What? Really, you’d do that for me?” My mouth is as wide open as my eyes are. I did not see this coming. “What if you start to like someone and you can’t go for it because you’re faking being with me, and what do we tell our friends, I mean this would surely blindside them if one day we are just friends and the next we openly share PDAs around the school, right?” There goes the word vomit again.
“Woah, calm down there. We can talk about the logistics of this in a moment, hopefully in a more coherent, cooperative manner, okay? And besides, I don’t think us as a couple would be a completely unbelievable thing, right?”
‘Okay what the hell does that mean?’ Pondering our relationship up to this point I start to wonder. Sure, we are very close and spend a lot of time together, with and without a group of friends, but could people really see us progressing into that sort of relationship? I mean sure, I’ve had a few dreams creep up on me, seeing Tyler in that sort of light, but it's pretty much always a passing thought, something everyone must think about when it comes to knowing someone so well for so long.
“Wait. So what you’re saying is that… You’re completely fine with doing this with me, and that you aren’t worried at all that people will see through this lie?”
“Exactly,” He’s so nonchalant about it that the confidence seems to radiate into my body too.
“Fuck it, okay then… Um, are we setting, like, some ground rules or something?”
We spend most of the evening just going through what we are comfortable with, and whether to tell Wednesday or not. She’s not one for gossip and probably won’t even see the point in our whole scheme, but she was there to see how out of the blue I had kissed the boy. We decide to tell her, and she seems to care enough not to tell anyone that it’s a lie, but not enough to bother asking questions. Typical Wednesday I guess.
It’s back to Monday, meaning back to being in forced proximity with people who are all by now aware of the kissing ‘drama’ - or however it was posed on Enid’s vlog.
“No going back now I guess,” I whisper to Tyler, and to myself, before taking his hand in mine and walking to Ms. Thornhill’s class, ready for what’s to come.
“No going back,” He nods, exhaling a slightly nervous breath, opening the door for me and gesturing for me to step in first. Here we go.
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i accidentally deleted part one and two of my fucking story In a Moment of Panic , ummm give me a minute to reupload im so sorry
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I love how it's canon that Thing and Enid complain about Wednesday and how she sometimes treats them during the manicure time.
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I hope people know that I love Tyler despite all the shit. To me Xavier isn’t a good match for Wednesday and I think that Tyler’s redemption arc is inevitable so :D fingers crossed. However, I am also a firm believer in how unnecessary the love triangle truly is. Also I have raised a support ticket with Tumblr about my fics being blocked from tags so hopefully that gets resolved :) Thanks for all the love recently!
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Going to post part 2 of ‘In a Moment of Panic’ as soon as it’s done, Im about half way through, just need to storyboard how I want it to end with each part :))) hope you’re all enjoying, my asks are open!
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Real, Unapologetic, Truthful
Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Fem!Reader (she/her)
Warnings: Angst, mentions of Tyler’s family trauma, hurt/comfort.
Y/N can tell there is something more to Tyler than hid sweet, smiley persona that he shows off. An open conversation leads to her unlocking what’s underneath it all.
Tyler Galpin. What a mystery that boy is… At least that’s how Y/N sees it. For most other people - ones who devote a more appropriate amount of brain capacity to the blonde barista - they see Tyler at surface level, taking in the parts of himself he presents to the world as though they are seeing his entire being. But within the last couple months that these two have known each other, and through a progression from a transactional relationship into a friendship, Y/N has seen slivers of what’s hidden behind the warm smiles. There’s something sadder behind his eyes - sometimes something darker too.
“Hello my favorite barista,” Y/N greets warmly, unwrapping her maroon scarf from around her neck and draping it over her arm.
“Hey Y/N, the usual?” Tyler replies, mirroring her sweet demeanor.
“Oi!” She says, lightly slapping his arm and playfully scoffing, “No ‘Hello my favorite customer’? What the hell?”
Tyler’s face glows a faint pink, as he chuckles, “You know I can’t go picking favorites here. It’ll upset the other customers,” He smirks and turns to make Y/N’s favorite drink.
Y/N rolls her eyes lightheartedly, and watches from her stance at the bar, observing Tyler’s movements as he works away. Her eyes scan his arms and hands before she catches herself staring and then looks around the café, attempting (failing) to be nonchalant.
“Hey I’m almost on break so I can sit down with you in a moment, if you’d like that?” Tyler pushes the drink across smoothly to where Y/N is standing.
“Sure. I’d like that” She pulls out her card and pays for the drink before taking a seat in her typical booth. She looks out the window for a while, admiring the new feel the snow gives to Jericho. Everything is painted in white, giving it a more innocent, serene look. Everyone who knows Jericho knows that some shit really goes down here, but the weather is at least a nice change to the normal gloomy, gray look that it’s known for. After a moment, Y/N’s eyes adjust and she sees how the window reflects the warm lights inside the Weathervane, and her eyes scan it before falling on Tyler, who is walking over with his drink in hand.
“It looks so peaceful when it’s snowing don’t you think,” Y/N states, more talking to the reflection of the boy, knowing that she can be heard from where she is.
“Yeah. Anyone just passing through might even think it’s beautiful, like somewhere you’d wanna settle down,” He slides into the booth, across from the girl. “Sometimes ignorance is bliss,”
“I hear that,” She looks across to the boy finally, and notices his expression looking less cheery than a moment ago, but once he notices her looking towards him, that soft smile comes back. “Ty? Are you alright?”
“Hm? Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You just have seemed a little down recently, like there's something weighing on you. You know it doesn’t make you a burden or anything if you need to just vent,” Y/N moves a hand from the cup to rest atop Tyler's.
His breath seems to get caught in his throat, as though he’s been caught in a lie, and his face mirrors a deer in headlights. Clearing his throat and sighing, he averts his gaze out the window. “Sorry it’s just- I thought if I kept a smile on my face and left all my emotions in my room, no one would be able to tell,”
Y/N’s thumb rubs soothingly on the back of the boy’s hand - covered in small burns and scratches, memories of learning his way around the espresso machines.
“I’ve been seeing my therapist every couple of days, and she’s really been helping me with a lot of my stresses and struggles but… The whole reason I’m there is something I still can’t open up to her about. Everytime she wants to delve into how my mom’s death has affected my life I just… Freeze up,” The shake to his voice is enough to bring Y/N to the verge of tears, but she holds back, to give the boy some support in his clear time of need.
“It’s okay not to be ready Tyler. I know I don’t know the full story, and I would never force you to talk about anything, but everyone who knows you deeply, knows that you have been through so much. And that makes you so strong. The only person who can know when you’re ready… is you,”
Tyler’s trembling hand slips from under yours carefully, and raises to brush a tear from his cheek that he let fall. Typically, he would never let himself openly cry, especially at work, under the curious eyes of passersby, or worse, at the fear of someone he respects walking in to see him in a vulnerable state. Right now, in this moment, Tyler doesn’t feel that anxiety - the stress that causes him to deflect or push it down, all he feels is the warmth emitted from the girl he’s grown accustomed to, and he wants to bask in it.
The way comfort radiates from her like sun rays strongly juxtaposes the wintery scenery that bitterly nibbles at exposed skin once one steps outside whatever shelter they’ve chosen to reside within.
“Thank you. I really mean it. And I’m really sor-“
“-Hey hey, promise me that we won’t apologize for expressing emotion to one another from now on. And that we won’t bottle up anything either. No details are necessary, we don't even have to talk at all. If you just want to let anything out, you know you can always come to me,”
“Sorry- wait shit, I- I- Okay… That sounds nice,” a smile lights up his face, and Y/N can see this one is different. It's not over exaggerated or fidgety. This look, his face, it’s the most genuine thing Y/N has ever experienced from her close friend. A real, unapologetic, truthful smile. And it’s the most beautiful sight to see.
A/N : Thanks for all the love on my last Tyler fic. I’m very recently getting back into writing so please let me know if you enjoy!! Thank youuu again, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
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sorry if this seems cringe but tysmmm!!
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But I don’t like a gold rush
Tyler Galpin x Reader (Wednesday)
Warnings: Bit of angst but mostly fluff, teasing, jealousy, self-hatred/doubt, not beta read
Based on the song ‘Gold rush’ by Taylor Swift; Y/N sees Tyler as this perfect man, who she wants all to herself. But of course, there’s no way someone so beautiful and kind would choose her. A conversation about a certain other girl causes this sinking feeling to bubble up to the surface.
Tyler Galpin may just be the most beautiful person Y/N has ever seen in her life. And not just because of the golden locks that curl perfectly atop his head, or the long golden lashes that flutter everytime he gets flustered, with a complimentary rose blush painting his cheeks. The real hard hitter his that this golden boy also dons a heart of gold too. To Y/N, this barista is just pure gold. One thing about gold is that you can’t take your eyes off of it, the way it glitters at the slightest sprinkle of light. Unfortunately for her, that means that many others see Tyler in the same way as her. The nagging of her brain calling out ‘everybody wants him’ is something too loud for her to keep drowning out, especially since the arrival of Wednesday Addams.
To Y/N, Wednesday has always been an enigma - a tough one to crack. It makes sense why people instantly seemed to take interest in uncovering what’s underneath the pale skin and dead gazes. Which is why Y/N didn’t think it would be that much of a punch to her gut as it was when Tyler started bringing the girl up in conversations the two had, sitting in their booth at the weathervane.
“Hey, do you know much about that Wednesday girl? She goes to Nevermore with you right?” Tyler asks softly, between quiet sips of his latte. Y/N has to clear her throat after being thrown so off guard at this sudden inquery.
“All I know is that she has a lot of eyes on her right now. Apparently killed a couple kids at her last school or something? I don’t know, but she certainly has a spotlight on her,” Y/N replies, shrugging to emphasize that this isn’t exactly what she had in mind for a conversation topic today.
“I see why. She has an interesting air about her,” Tyler seems to trail off. Y/N takes this bout of silence to admire the boy across the booth. Veiny hands gripping the medium coffee cup - well, it looks more like a small when his hands are holding it. Slight pink on his nose tip, like he’s frostbitten and has entered this café for some shelter. All she can think is ‘what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?’, when Tyler starts to ramble on again, “I mean, I’ve seen her around here with that Xavier guy a couple of times. He’s clearly setting his sights on her. I mean, is that guy trying to get at me or something, it’s like - he sits right in my eyeline and steals glances at me before throwing a weird taunting smile and looking back to Wednesday,”
“God, you sound like a jealous boyfriend or something!” Y/N snaps. A red flush crawls up her neck and face, instantly sitting in a regretful and shocked (on Tyler’s end) silence. Her fists, that she didn’t even know she was clenching, relax and her face wears a mortified expression, “Fuck, I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean… What I meant was-“
“You know… That seems a little hypocritical of you Y/N,” Tyler says, in an unreadable voice. If Y/N wasn’t trying to sink into a pit in the floor, she would see a tugging at the corner of the boy’s lips. As she processes the words her mind starts to race,
“What? The hell does that mean?” Her words seemed as though she wanted them to be delivered with bite, but - as if her outburst has drained all the energy from her body - all she could muster was a quiet mumble.
“It means,” Tyler’s hand reaches over to push up Y/N’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet, his face leaning in closer. His hand and breath both feel warm on her skin, probably due to his choice of drink. “That I think you’re jealous of Wednesday. Is that right, Sweetheart?”
Fuck.
Full body chills go through her like the bite of Winter’s cold air. She can’t even think about answering that question when he calls her such a name.
‘Sweetheart’.
Now his smirk has grown to a full teasing smile, and Y/N knows that he can read her like a book. “Hm? I believe I asked you a question?” He pushes again. ‘As if you need the answer when you can see damn well how you’ve made me.’
“What’s the point, when you’ve made it clear I’ll never be your choice Tyler? Why would I be when you have everyone’s attention all the time and I am just a shade of gray - in the background of this shitty town, of everyone’s life” Her voice wobbles as tears prick her eyes, threatening to fall. Tyler’s smile falls as she talks, his whole face soft and his hand adjusts, cupping the side of her face instead of her chin.
“Why would you think such a thing? You mean the world to me, and to everyone in your life. That whole thing about just being a shade of gray? Y/N, how can you not see that you are golden,” Tyler’s voice a mere whisper, as soft as snow - comforting, calm.
“I love you, Y/N. I kept telling myself I shouldn’t, because you are pure light, and I don’t deserve someone like that, when all my life I’ve been putting on this front of being kind and happy. You’re the only one who ever sees that everything is so much worse under the surface, and don’t run from it. I don’t deserve you,”
“Tyler. You are literally describing me the way that I would describe you. You are pure gold. And the fact that you can’t see that is just insane. I love you so much. Just because you’ve been through bad things, doesn’t make you a bad person. And the fact that you are always there for people, with a comforting smile or embrace, even with all of the pent up emotions you feel, that just makes you even better than simply ‘good’ either. You’re amazing, Ty,”
The boy’s eyes glitter in awe, mouth agape and face burning. He pulls himself out of his frozen state to pull Y/N forward across the table to meet his lips, knocking over what’s left of his coffee, but he’s too focused on kissing her to care. It’s full of love, and warmth, and everything one could dream of. Passionate but soft, Tyler no longer cares for his surroundings, everything is just this girl - the girl he loves. Pulling away after a good while, he finally regains his other senses, hearing the dinging of the bell from the counter.
“Tyler, would you stop with the gross PDA and actually get back to work? Your break finished like 5 minutes ago and I am not dealing with all the Nevermore students that will soon be flooding in for their usuals. I do not get paid enough to deal with the Friday rush,” A groaning voice of a barista Y/N barely recognizes calls out in annoyance. “And clean that drink you just tipped everywhere please?”
“Yeah yeah Becca, one second,” Tyler replies before turning back to plant one more quick kiss on Y/N’s lips. “Me and you, 8’oclock, I’ll pick you up outside the gates. Oh and by the way, jealousy is adorable on you,” He winks, laughing as he slides out of his seat and onto his feet.
“Can’t say the same for you. I like you better when your eyes are on me, Sweetheart”
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Heart Monitor PT 2
Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Eventually)
Season 1 Masterlist
Word Count: 1789
A/N: I AM BACK! Sorry I had a lot of stuff going on in my life, but I am here again like 9 months later. I haven't watched season 1 in forever so I hope this reads well. Anyway: Stiles continues to have bad ideas as to how to teach Scott control, and a glimpse into Y/N's past is shown.
Warnings: Mentions of sex
“It’s her,”
“What are you talking about?” Asked Scott in response to my claim.
“Allison. She doesn’t make you weak Scott, she makes you stronger. Like, remember what you said about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her. About protecting her,”
“Okay and?” He continues to look puzzled as to what I was getting at,
“And remember the first lacrosse game? You said you heard her voice when you were out on the field,” Stiles followed on from what I was saying. “That’s what brought you back. Not to mention, you didn’t try to kill her in the locker room. At least not like how you tried to kill me,”
“Let it go Stiles,” I suppress a lighthearted laugh, rolling my eyes.
“But it’s not always true. Because literally every time I’m kissing her or touching her-”
“That’s not the same. When you’re doing that you’re just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex. See, you’re thinking about sex right now. Aren’t you?” I punch Scott’s arm to draw him out of his daydreaming state, scoffing.
“Perv,”
“Sorry,” He bashfully smiles, rubbing the part of his arm as it heals. I do forget my strength sometimes, but at least he can handle it.
“Now when she was holding your hand in class, it was different. I don’t think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control. It’s like she’s a kind of…”
“Anchor,” I interrupt, not really meaning to speak aloud. My stomach starts to churn, and I can feel energy instantly leave my body at the concept of anchors. Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I shake off my intrusive thoughts and take a sip of my water, looking at Scott.
“You mean because I love her,” Water goes down the wrong pipe in my throat as I hear Scott’s confession., and I try to clear my throat. “Did I just say that?”
“You just said that,” Stiles smiles at his best friend.
“I love her,” The smile on his face keeps growing, to the point where it seems painful.
“That’s great. Anyway, moving on-” Stiles tries to move the conversation along, clearly already bored of this lovey-dovey talk, but once again being interrupted by Scott’s daydreaming monologue.
“No I do, I really do. I think I’m totally in love with her,” Okay now I’m starting to feel sick of this ‘puppy in love’ stuff.
“And that’s beautiful. Before you go off and write a sonnet can we figure this out? Because you obviously can’t be around her all the time,” I snort at Stiles’ bluntness but nod along with what he says.
“Okay well what do I do?” A small pout replaces his cheshire cat smile. Stiles starts pacing around a bit before stopping with a lightbulb clearly going off in his head. “Stiles? You’re getting an idea aren’t you.”
“Yeah,”
“Could this idea get me in trouble?”
“Maybe,”
“Is this idea going to cause me physical pain?”
“Definitely.”
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Stiles leads Scott and I to the school parking lot, stopping close to a few large dumpsters.
“What are we doing here?” I say, looking around us warily, noticing a senior exit his truck, a pack of smokes in his hand, joining a group of some other guys.
“You’ll see, my young padawan,” I shake my head, trying to conceal the smile that broke out without me being able to stop it. “Right, Scott. Stand here,” Grabbing his friend’s shoulders, he moves Scott in front of him, closer to the clean looking truck. “You have your house keys right?” Scott nods and Stiles continues on. “Hold them up. Like this.” Stiles positions his friend’s hand to be holding the key outwards. “Now, whatever happens I want you to think about Allison. Find her voice like you did at the game? Got it?” He nods again. “Good keep holding the keys,” Stiles then pulls his own pair of keys out of his jeans, walking over to the senior’s truck. Wasting no time at all, he drags his key along the side of the truck, the noise making me wince before the shock of what he was doing even hit me. Me and Scott both stand, mouths agape at the horrendous scratch now left on the paint. Stiles quickly pockets his keys, moving back over to us again before saying “Dude, what do you think you’re doing to that truck?” fake shock and blame fills his loud exclamation, and I see the group of seniors start to move towards us from the corner of my eye.
“What the fuck?” The owner of the truck’s face turns beet red in rage, and Scott stumbles back. I catch the smirk plastered on Stiles’ face. When he looks up at me I just send him a look of disbelief, shaking my head, to which he just shrugs. The mob of seniors (that reek of weed by the way) jump Scott in seconds. I can’t help but feel pain hearing and seeing the impact of each punch as he tries to defend himself, arms half covering his face. Stiles’ shuffles awkwardly over to me, trying not to draw unwanted attention, and takes out Coach’s phone, watching the heart rate rise as Scott continues to be pummeled into the ground. I can taste that familiar smell of blood in the air now, making my face scrunch up. It’s hard to see with all of the fast moving limbs gathered in a big pile, but I notice Scott’s face shift, as though he is trying hard to concentrate. He’s listening for her voice. For Allison’s voice. Surely enough the numbers reach a plateau, not rising high enough to where he would typically shift.
“Stop! Stop that right now! What do you idiots think you’re doing?” Suddenly Mr. Harris bellows, walking over to break up the fight. The seniors disperse, being made to follow the teacher as we step forward to help Scott up from the floor. Blood is dripping from his nose, down to his lips, as he brushes his clothes down with his hands, and Stiles flips the phone around to show Scott the screen. A steady, normal heartbeat.
“It worked,”
Mr Harris saunters back over to us, an angry look on his face, but I’m pretty sure at this point that is his natural resting state. His arms cross in front of his chest.
“I assume you can already guess what I am about to say,” His voice is pissed and sarcastic as always. “Detention after school. The three of you,” Stiles scoffs loudly, instantly flailing his arms in shock,
“What? What for?” I elbow him in the side, maybe a bit too hard, as a way to get him to make sure he doesn’t make it worse, like usual.
“Oh I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you damaged another student’s personal property? Or maybe it’s because you stole a teacher’s personal property? Or maybe, just maybe, I like seeing you punished,” He says the last sentence with a smirk, shaking his head slightly as a taunt. “Need I go on?” The rhetorical question is left up in the air and Stiles’ mouth hangs open, and we watch the chemistry teacher grab the Coach’s phone from Stiles’ hand and then walk off, back to the school building.
“Way to go, Stilinski,” I roll my eyes at his sputtering attempt at a reply.
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Stiles and I sit at one desk, with Scott at the one in front of us, in the otherwise empty classroom. Well, except for Mr. Harris of course, who is sitting at the front of the room with his feet up on his desk, newspaper in hand. I pull out a biro and start mindlessly drawing on the back of my hand, catching myself too late when I realise that I was drawing my old pack symbol (the ‘Healer’s Hand’ - which is a hand with a spiral on the palm. A symbol of protection and healing but also a symbol for ‘eternity’. The second meaning always made more sense to me, as the last thing I would’ve called that pack would be ‘healing’). It’s a symbol that is permanently burned into my hip, which I really wish I had never gotten. To be honest, I never really wanted it that much in the first place. I can feel Stiles’ eyes on the drawing, and I quickly move my other hand to cover up the pen marks.
“What was that?” He whispers to me softly, clearly just curious, but I can’t stop myself from quietly snapping back at him,
“Does it matter?” I pause to breathe, calming myself down before apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I just- I don’t really like talking about it, if that’s okay,” Stiles moves a hand to gently rest atop of both of mine, he peers up to look me in the eyes. I push the hair out of my face and meet his warm gaze,
“If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to, okay? And that goes for whatever. You don’t need to feel guilty or anything for wanting to keep some stuff to yourself,” I let myself smile, looking back down to our hands. Stiles rubs his thumb soothingly along my hand.
“Excuse me, sir, I know it’s detention and all, but I’m supposed to be at work. And I don’t want to get fired,” Scott speaks up suddenly, catching both mine and Stiles’ attention, but not Mr. Harris’. The man continues reading his paper, and Scott suppresses a growl of annoyance in his throat. Scott then whips around to us, and Stiles’ slips his hand off of mine, awkwardly deciding what to do with it. He rests his chin on his hand, his elbow and upper arm supporting him, but his eyes glue themselves to the desk. Scott looks between us, catching the skip of both of his friend’s hearts, but choosing not to say anything about it. Instead he goes on to say “You knew I would heal,”
“Yep,” Stiles replies.
“So you did that to help me learn,”
“Yep,”
“But partially to punish me,”
“Yep,”
“For not being there the other day when your dad got hurt,” Stiles then looks up to Scott,
“You have something, Scott. Whether you want it or not. You can do things other people can’t. That means you don’t have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something,”
“I know, and I will,” After that, I notice Harris placing his newspaper down on his desk.
“Alright, the three of you. Out of here,” We all scramble out of our seats, grabbing our things quickly, eager to get the hell out of there.
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