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him and i - tyler galpin x reader

tyler galpin x addams!reader

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The bitter sweet smell of roasted coffee and pastries hit your nose the moment you stepped into the Weathervane. Your eye twitched.

You were fuming.

Three taxi drivers had already refused to take you to the graveyard. Three. You’d even offered double the fare but apparently money wasn’t enough to tempt them.

Maybe it was your intimidating aura. Or maybe it was because the first time they said no, you might have… insulted them. Brutally.

Serves them right.

You usually didn’t mind suffering. In fact you welcomed it. But not this kind. Not the kind where Xavier Thorpe stood behind the counter, grinning at customers like some tragic golden retriever.

Of course. This day clearly had a personal vendetta against you.

“Iced Americano" you said flatly.

Xavier flinched nearly dropping the cup in his hand. “Damn it no need to sneak up on me like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I gave you my order not a jump scare. Hardly my fault if you’re paranoid.”

He huffed fingers clacking against the register. “I thought this place wasn’t really your scene.”

Rolling your eyes, you slid the money across the counter. “It isn’t. But I need caffeine."

“So…” Xavier paused, clearing his throat. “How’s Bianca?”

They’d broken up. Not mutually but his choice. You remembered being woken by Bianca’s muffled sobs and furious curses. He’d accused her of manipulating him with her siren voice. Pathetic. One more reason to despise him.

You tilted your head voice sweet as poison. “You’ve got two legs, two arms and allegedly a brain. There’s also this fascinating invention called a phone. You could walk to her, or call her. But of course being the coward you are, neither option seems within reach.”

A small sharp smile tugs at your lips. “Or are you scared she’ll manipulate you?”

His jaw tightens and he looks away. “Anything else?”

You hum voice flat. “Just my Americano… and you out of my face.”

But he doesn’t seem to get it. “Listen it wasn’t my intention to hurt her-"

“Uh… you wanna take the order faster? There’s a line" someone mutters behind him.

When your gaze falls, your eyes widen slightly.

The normie from the festival.

He freezes too. When his eyes land on you, shock crosses his face.

“Hey… it’s you creepy girl" he says, a lopsided smile forming then quickly faltering under your glare. “Joking of course.”

“You know Y/n"

“So that’s your name" Tyler says, smiling faintly as you shift slightly trying to focus on the pastries.

You just wanted coffee…

“We met at the Day of the Dead festival" Tyler explains to him. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“We go to the same school"

“Unfortunately" you say out loud

Silence stretches between the three of you, thick and slightly uncomfortable. Tyler clears his throat.

“I’ll start on the coffees" he says, grabbing a glass and placing it on the espresso machine.

You watch him closely, noting every small movement.

His eyes flick between you, the coffee, and back again. “Uh… are you just gonna stare at me like that? I’m not gonna poison you.”

“Even if you did it wouldn’t work,” you reply casually “I drink a little poison every week. Helps my body get used to it.”

He pauses, scanning your face for a hint of a joke. Finding none he asks cautiously "Why?”

You tilt your head smirking faintly. “Just in case.”

He scoops ice into the cup glancing at you. “So, what brings you to this side of town?”

Your eyes narrow slightly. “Research.”

The sandy-haired boy chuckles, sliding the coffee toward you. He leans casually against the counter, stretching his arms out.

You force yourself not to notice.

“Research on what exactly? This city isn’t exactly… thrilling.”

"I know that" You take a slow sip eyes fixed on him over the rim. “I was trying to get to the graveyard you told me about.”

That makes him freeze, his hands stilling mid-motion. “…Oh. You were serious about that?”

“Obviously. Even if I weren’t looking for answers, I find graveyards… fascinating" a faint, self-amused smile curling your lips before it vanishes. “But I threatened three drivers to take me there. They still said no.”

Tyler chuckles, shaking his head. “How awful of them refusing you after you threatened them.” He leans on the counter gaze lingering on you a beat longer than necessary. “I could take you, if you want. After my shift of course.”

You arch a brow, unimpressed. “And why exactly would you do that?”

“I mean" he stumbles slightly "why not"

“What time do you finish?”

“Exactly at 6" he replies a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You nod once. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that you turn and walk away to find a seat, leaving Tyler watching you. He leans back slightly grinning to himself

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You sigh, leaning against the side of his car, glancing away from the street. Your gaze drifts toward the café he’d come from.

“Sorry, had to close my shift" he says sliding something from his pocket. “Got a flashlight just in case. It’ll get dark soon.”

You feel a flicker of unease. Unprepared. That rarely happens. You’d planned to come during the day so you hadn’t thought to bring anything.

Now it’s almost seven, and dusk is creeping closer.

You gesture toward the car. “It’s still light. And it will be if we move now.”

With that, you start moving, sliding into the passenger seat. Your eyes flick to him as he drives, more often than you’d like.

Why had you gotten in a car with him? Trust wasn’t something you gave easily. Not this fast. And it made your chest tighten in that familiar uneasy way.

“So" he asks eyes on the road, “why are you so adamant about going there?”

You let your gaze follow his profile, calm on the outside but alert inside. “I need answers.”

He chuckles softly. “Answers for what exactly?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, then finally asks, “Are you… a zombie?”

You blink. “What?”

“I mean… it kind of makes sense you visiting graveyards-”

“I’m not a zombie.”

“-I… I don’t judge.”

You let out a sigh glancing at him. “Do I look like a zombie?”

He glances at you, then back to the road as he navigates another turn. “I mean… you’re way too pretty to be a zombie. But I’ve never actually met one so…”

“I’m pretty sure zombies can’t drink coffee.”

It’s like the thought just struck him, and for a second he nods seriously then shakes his head. “You never know.”

After a barrage of questions that made you seriously consider opening the car door and throwing yourself out you finally arrive.

Of course. It was pitch black. Just a few flickering, pathetic lights struggling to cut through the darkness if you could even call them lights.

Just… great.

You stepped into the graveyard, Tyler trailing close behind. You weren’t here to wander you were looking for one grave. Her grave.

The night he’d first mentioned this place, you being you had done your research. With Bianca’s laptop, of course. And that’s how you found her. The Death Whisperer. A powerful outcast, buried and forgotten here.

If you were going to get answers, they’d be from her.

Problem was… you could barely see a damn thing. The lights around the cemetery were flickering like they were possessed themselves. You refused to admit it but you were squinting, half-blind in the dark.

Tyler noticed. Without a word, he clicked on his flashlight, the beam cutting through the black. He didn’t comment, didn’t tease just did it.

At least you didn’t have to ask.

“Agris Harlowe?” his voice broke the silence, low, his mouth close enough to your ear to send a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah" you muttered, stepping closer. You brushed dust and dirt off the stone with your hand.

And the second your skin met the cold stone

The world yanked you under.

Darkness swallowed you whole, and you were falling straight into another vision. This one was sharper. Hungrier. And much, much scarier. The fog clung to your skin, thick and cold wrapping the field in a silence that pressed against your chest.

Ahead a figure materialized or perhaps the fog shaped itself into her. Agris Harlowe. The tombstone you touched was behind her, massive and carved with intricate symbols that seemed to writhe in the flickering light.

“You think you can meddle here?” Her voice was calm “The dead do not speak to the living lightly.”

You swallowed as you tried to ground yourself. “I need to know… about my powers" you said forcing steadiness into your tone. “I’ve been hearing things-”

“They choose what you hear, not you" she cut in sharply. Her eyes glimmered, unreadable. “You carry ears tuned to whispers, but ears alone will not save you. Whispers can twist, can lie.” A gust of wind lifted the mist around her, like the field itself was exhaling.

You shivered. “Do not give me riddles" you snapped feeling yourself grow weak. “I need help.”

The faintest laugh slipped from her lips, dry and brittle. “Tsk… so stubborn.” Her gaze swept over you measuring, predatory. “Some of the dead can guide you. They speak when you touch objects, or even a living soul. Sometimes it comes without warning, triggered by the mind itself. Pay attention. Learn to listen properly.”

A tight knot formed in your stomach, your breath catching. She stepped closer or perhaps the shadows themselves did and you could feel the chill of the air against your skin like a warning.

“Why me? Why now?” you demand voice tight with urgency.

“A gift to some a curse to others,” she replies, her tone cold but measured. “It depends on how you welcome it… and if you can handle it.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You can feel her gaze pressing into you through the fog.

“The dead world isn’t something to joke about" she continues, voice low almost a warning. “Your mother was the same… shame she didn’t listen to me.”

Your eyes widen. “My mother? She had this too?”

She scoffs the mist curling and thickening around her. “How do you think you got it?”

Her voice drops into something darker echoing across the empty field. “You want answers? Dig deeper, child. But remember the grave does not give without taking.”

The fog hung heavy over the graveyard, curling around your ankles and seeping through your shoes. Every step felt sluggish, the damp cold gnawing at your bones. You thought you could handle it until you couldn’t.

Your chest tightened lungs burning, and suddenly the world tilted. You gasped for air, hands clutching at nothing, until firm arms wrapped around you.

“Hey… you’re bleeding holy shit" Tyler’s voice cut through the haze, panicked.

Your fingers flew to your nose. Blood. You’d almost smiled at the absurdity if your skull didn’t feel like it was splitting in two. Weakness flooded your limbs, leaving you almost limp in his hold.

“You’re cold as a corpse shit" Tyler mutters and that’s when you realize you’re on the ground, cradled in his arms.

“How long have I been out?” you mutter trying to push yourself upright.

“About five minutes" he breathes, running a hand through his messy hair. “Fuck… that scared me. One second you’re talking, the next you just collapse, shaking. Jesus you're so cold”

He steadies you hands firm on your arms, and you take a long look at him. Pale. Worried. Hair tousled as if he’d been running his hands through it in panic.

“What the hell happened? This is the second time" he says voice tight.

You let out a long sigh, brushing your hair back from your face. “It’s nothing. Really. You should save your worry for someone who matters."

You start walking, her words echoing in your mind.

The grave does not give without taking.

A gift to some, a curse to others.

Your mother was the same…

My mother? The thought lingers uncomfortably as you push it aside.

“Hey watch it, you can barely walk" Tyler calls after you.

“I’m fine" you snap, not slowing your pace.

“You’re clearly-"

You stumble over a hidden branch, and he’s there in an instant, catching you.

“Not fine" he mutters, steadying you with an intensity that makes your chest tighten. You catch your breath, your hand brushing his as he steadies you. For a moment the world shrinks to just the two of you still, quiet, charged.

“I’m fine" you repeat, but your voice falters, betraying you even as you try to sound composed.

Tyler’s gaze softens the tension in his jaw easing as he studies you. “You’re not and it’s okay to admit that.”

Without another word, he drops his hoodie over your shoulders. Just like that, you two start walking his hands lingering on your arms, steadying you.

You slide into the passenger seat as he climbs behind the wheel. Reaching into the glove compartment he pulls out a chocolate bar and sets it in your lap.

“I don’t like sweets" you deadpan glancing at him.

“And you look like you’re about to pass out again so you really don’t have a choice" he keeps his eyes on the road as the car pulls away.

You roll your eyes but take the chocolate anyway only because you’re weak. Too weak. The hoodie is already warming you, but the nervous edge lingers. You shouldn’t be this cold. Not this cold.

You’d stepped into the world of the dead and returned, but you’re still alive, still flesh and blood. You’re not supposed to feel like this like something reached in and tried to pull your soul out.

“So are you gonna tell me how you got possessed again?” Tyler asks eyes flicking toward you before returning to the road.

You narrow your gaze. You don’t trust him. Not yet. “It’s nothing" you mutter.

He smirks faintly, the kind that’s more promise than humor. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll figure it out eventually.”

You take a reluctant bite of the chocolate. “What I just told you it’s nothing.”

Tyler shoots you a look, one brow raised. “I might not be like you, but I’m not stupid.”

You roll your eyes sinking back into the seat. “I never said you were.”

He doesn’t push just keeps his eyes on the road. After a beat, his voice softens. “Did you at least get the answers you were looking for?”

You pause, then give a small nod.

“Good" he says quietly and for once, he doesn’t sound like he’s teasing.

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eyes in the crowd - tyler galpin x reader

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You stare at the crowd, disgust curling in your chest. The costumes are garish, the colors offensive. Pilgrim World at its worst. A tragedy dressed as celebration.

Disaster.

“I didn’t take you a fan of Pilgrim World” Bianca says stepping beside you, an amused frown tugging at her lips.

“I don’t" you reply with a soft hum eyes sweeping over. “But it’s Day of the Dead. What’s more thrilling than macabre décor, graveyard gatherings… and the chance to communicate with dead relatives?”

You tilt your head toward her, a faint smirk ghosting your lips. “Far better entertainment than this place usually offers. And I need to do my research.”

Bianca exhales the sound heavy with patience. “Listen… maybe you should drop that. Maybe what you heard the other week was just from your visions.”

Bianca was your only real friend, the one person you’d started to trust. She had been there when you first heard it the faint, cryptic whisper of the dead brushing against your mind. But you knew better. That was not a vision of the past. It didn't feel like that

“It won’t hurt to try. Tonight’s the perfect night,” your eyes lock with Principal Weems. You glare at her, she only smiles in return

You usually liked her she hadn’t been in your way for most of your time at school. That is, until she banned you from the graveyard. The same graveyard you needed to visit to find answers.

She’d caught you rifling through the books you needed, asked questions, and though you didn’t tell her the truth, she knew. She’d warned you in that calm, irritatingly patient tone: “Don’t meddle with the world of the dead Miss Addams"

You’d told her to mind her own business. In return, you got the ironclad decree: “You will not enter graveyards.”

And she meant it. The next day, you tried. Whatever spell or enchantment she’d used kept the gates sealed. No amount of clawing or kicking helped.

You’d felt that familiar tug of frustration. You needed to know what was happening to you, what the messages are. And now tonight, you’d finally find a way whatever it took.

Bianca sighs beside you. “Can’t your mom help you?”

“My mother would only try to stop me" you reply, eyes narrowing as they meet hers. “So don’t bother suggesting it. I’m not going to stop Bianca.”

The siren only nods she knows the older Addams stubbornness too well to argue.

“Alright if you need anything, come to me. I’ll be with Xavier.”

You roll your eyes at the name a sigh slipping past your lips. Of course he’s here, mediocrity incarnate draped in human skin. You’ve never understood what she sees in him.

“Hey be nice! He’s my boyfriend" Bianca crosses her arms frowning. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Boyfriend is a generous term" you reply smoothly. “He can try. But he’s certainly no fit man for you.”

Bianca rolls her eyes. “Why do you hate love so much?”

You scoff, a faint curl of amusement tugging at your lips. “I don’t. But whatever you two have… it’s not love.”

Thinking you’re teasing, she nudges your arm gently. “You’ll understand one day.”

Your eyes widen at the contact, physical affection isn’t your thing. “I’d rather spend a day at Principal Weems tea party than endure the kind of love he gives you… and I hate tea.”

You step back, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. “Do tell him I still hate him.”

And with that, you step into the festival. It’s crowded, too crowded. People dance and play, laughter weaving through the air. Everywhere you look, decorations abound: skulls, flowers, and colorful papel picado fluttering above.

”Hola señorita and- oh, it’s yo" the brown-haired woman stops mid-gesture, eyes widening as she recognizes you. “Addams.”

You’ve had quite a few encounters with her. In your opinion, they went well for you. Certainly not for her. Your gaze drifts to the ends of her hair, still singed from the last time. You bite back a smile.

“Who let you in?” she snaps, the sharpness in her tone barely concealing her surprise.

“It’s Day of the Dead and I wanted to celebrate" you reply eyes narrowing “Or is enjoying a festival above your pay grade?”

“You little- ah, enjoy the festival! Don’t forget to check out the food stands" Arlene sputters, abruptly switching her tone as a new wave of people enter.

“Pathetic" you mutter under your breath, brushing past her without another glance. Your eyes scan the crowd, searching for anything that might help.

Your mind drifts to the book you had read the words echoing in your head: 'Where shadows of the gone still breathe, beckon them to stir and murmur truths unseen.'

Immediately, your gaze locks on an altar heavy with candles. The air seems to shift, a sudden wind stirring the edges of the papel picado above. Something hums in the silence between the flames, and your pulse quickens.

This is it.

You inch closer, crouching low beside the altar. The air smells of wax, thick and heavy. You close your eyes, pressing your hand against the table, summoning focus.

“Beware" a soft, ghostly voice hisses for the briefest flicker. Your eyes snap open, heart hammering.

“No… I need more" you mutter, voice filled with annoyance, almost desperate. You force your hand down again, closing your eyes tighter this time, willing the whispers to rise but nothing comes.

Your chest tightens. Come on, come on, you think teeth clenched, the strain crawling up your arms and across your shoulders like ice.

Nothing happens. Frustrated, you snap your eyes open and pull your hand away. The altar doesn’t respond. Then you sink onto your knees, fixing your gaze on the two candles flickering before you.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes again. Slowly you press your hands onto the flames, feeling the heat bite through your palms.

“Shadows of the gone… stir and speak. Let your secrets reach me" you whisper

Immediately, a tremor runs through your body. Your hands shake against the burning candles, your teeth grit. The world around you melts into a foggy haze. Shadows twist and skitter, voices overlapping, whispers, laughter, snatches of conversation, too many to parse, too many to endure.

“He’s coming" a voice hisses from the darkness.

“Weak pathetic girl" another sneers.

“The dead remember what the living forget" murmurs a chorus of unseen mouths, their words crawling beneath your skin.

“Hide.” A sharp, echoing laugh slices through the haze, snapping you fully awake. You gasp for air lungs burning as the shadows retreat.

For a moment, you don’t realize you’re cradled in someone’s arms your cold skin pressing against their warmth.

“Hey okay, slow down. Are you okay?” a male voice asks gentle, your mind is still foggy. “Can you hear me?”

“Hard not to when you’re screaming in my eardrum" you mutter between ragged breaths, finally freeing yourself from his grip.

“Sorry… you were just shaking a lot. And… you burned yourself,” he says, gesturing to your hands. When you glance down, two circular marks burn bright red into your palms, like someone had pressed a hot stamp directly into your skin.

“I was enjoying that" you say, for the first time meeting his gaze. He looks around your age, slightly taller, sandy brown hair falling into his eyes. Concern etches his face.

Normie, your mind sneers.

“And you stopped it" you murmur pushing yourself to your feet. He rises too still cautious, hands raised slightly in defense.

“I mean… you didn’t look normal" he admits, stumbling over his words when your glare cuts into him. “I- I mean not like that… you just… didn’t look okay. It was scary.”

Your eyes drift back to the altar. The candles have blown out, leaving smoke curling into the night. In the center of the table, carved into the surface, a perfect circle smolders, the same one like in your hands

“Great" you scoff the corners of your mouth twitching with a mix of irritation and disbelief as the memory of the whispers lingers. At least you’d gotten something out of it.

“I was in the middle of something" you hiss, narrowing your eyes as you fix his brown gaze with a glare that could cut glass.

He chuckles at first but the sound dies when he realizes you’re completely serious. “In the middle of getting possessed" he admits, hands half-raised as if to defend himself.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time" you snap, rolling your eyes before you stride away, shoulders straight, mask perfectly back in place.

“So you go to Nevermore?” he asks from behind you. You sigh not bothering to turn around.

“Yes.”

“And… how is it?”

“Tragic.”

“That’s… nice" he says, awkwardly.

You stop mid-step to look at him, one brow arched. “Is there a reason you’re following me around?”

“Uh… no" he stammers scratching the back of his neck. “I just don’t want you to pass out.”

“I am fine" you say, voice flat but eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Are you trying to hide from someone?” he asks and your brows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“It’s just you kept muttering something, and I heard ‘hide'" he explains

Interesting.

“Quite the opposite" you murmur, glancing toward a nearby stand, scanning for Bianca. “I was telling you to hide.”

“Why would I hide?” he chuckles as he steps beside you smiling faintly. “You don’t look scary-”

You glare at him, sharp and unamused.

”-More like… intimidating" he adds quickly, eyes darting to yours trying to soften the blow.

Before you can shoo him away, something pops into your head.

“Question" you say and he immediately turns toward yo.

“You don’t happen to know if there’s a graveyard nearby?”

He blinks. “I mean we only have one.”

“Not that one" your eyes track Principal Weems as she moves through the crowd. Tyler follows your gaze. “I’m not allowed to go there.”

“I don’t even want to ask why" he says slowly eyebrows rising. “There’s another one outside Jericho. It’s like an hour away I think.”

And before you can respond, a new voice cuts through the air

"Listen here, kids if you’re not gonna pay and play, move the hell out of my stand!” a man yells from behind his voice gruff and ragged.

You both turn to face him. “What are you looking at me freak?” he sneers glaring directly at you.

You tilt your head slightly a slow, fake smile curling at the corners of your lips. Without a word you grab the toy gun resting on the counter. Calmly, deliberately, you fire—each shot taking down the duck toys one by one. The tiny plastic heads spin and topple. The final bullet clips his hat, sending it clattering to the floor. You glance at him, unamused.

He freezes mouth slightly open, eyes wide.

“He can keep the horrendous plushie" you say, gesturing towards the guy next to you with a faint shrug

Not wasting another second, you turn on your heel and vanish into the the crowd, the festival’s noise swallowing your footsteps.

“I didn’t get your name!” his voice carries after you hopeful, almost boyish.

You don’t bother to face him. A smirk curves your lips as you call back "Good.”

He lingers in the distance, watching you slip away but you catch one last glance just enough to see the small, crooked smile tug at his mouth.

“I’m Tyler" he murmurs to himself

But you hear it and the name sticks. Tyler. And in the pit of your stomach, something twists, something tells you this isn’t the last time you’ll see him. Whether you want to or not.

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used, misused - tyler galpin x reader

tyler galpin x addams!reader

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trope: lovers to enemies to????

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“Are you sure you want to do this.”

Of course. There it was again. You rolled your eyes, settling into the familiar monotony of Dr. Fairburn’s voice as she continued “It’s just… you and Tyler had something going on"

“Keyword being had” you cut in, your gaze locking onto hers with a calm finality. “And it won’t be a problem Dr. Fairburn. I’m only going to talk to him. Nothing more.”

She studied you for a moment, then gave a soft hum as she turned to leave. “Tyler speaks of you often.”

You followed, your tone dry as ever, eyes fixed straight ahead. “Bad things I hope.”

“I wouldn’t go that far” she replied, pushing open a heavy door with a practiced hand. “You know I only granted your sister’s request with the court not yours.”

We stepped into a lobby, the silence almost oppressive. Empty. Which meant this entire floor belonged to Tyler.

“I’m aware" you said, halting at the looming round door ahead. Your eyes lingered on her, sharp and questioning. “But I can’t help but wonder why. There has to be a reason you’re allowing this.”

The older woman exhaled, weary but deliberate. “You might be the psychological shock Tyler needs to begin his rehabilitation.”

Your head tilted, curiosity cutting through your composure. “And why me?”

A small smile tugged at her lips as she unlocked another door. “Like I said he speaks of you often.”

Your expression didn’t shift, though something flickered in your chest. We stepped into a smaller chamber, where a guard stood posted before yet another door.

“You’ll be perfectly safe” Dr. Fairburn assured, her tone rehearsed. “But if anything happens, press the red button on the wall. I’ll be watching from the monitors.”

You didn’t answer. Words felt useless when your focus was already locked on the door ahead, silent and unblinking. At her signal, the guard disengaged the lock, and the door creaked open. You crossed the threshold, eyes sweeping over the sterile room bathed in a dull blue tint.

And then they found him.

Tyler.

He was chained against the wall, barefoot, dressed only in sweatpants. Dirt streaked his skin, his hair a disheveled mess. The bed beside him sat untouched, as though he’d chosen to endure the cold wl instead. He looked less like a monster and more like a ruin.

And it hurt you, more than you'd liked to admit.

You drifted closer to the glass, each footstep echoing faintly in the sterile room. The sound was enough to stir him. Tyler’s head turned slowly, and when his eyes found yours, you froze.

Your heart gave the slightest jolt, but you buried it beneath your usual calm. Nothing showed. Nothing ever did. Unlike Wednesday, you were more like your mother you felt too much.

And sometimes, that… that could bite you in the ass.

His expression shifted, flickering between shock and something else, something softer. Then against all odds, his lips curved into the faintest smile. Disbelief? Relief? You couldn’t place it, and that unsettled you more than you cared to admit.

With what strength he had left, he pushed himself off the wall, chains clinking as he moved forward, closer to you. He didn’t get far he couldn’t but still the effort made your chest tighten.

“Didn’t think it was you" he rasped, voice low and rough, like it hadn’t been used in days.

"Were you expecting someone else" You raise your brow slightly

"Just the guards" before you could reply, he spoke again, his voice rough but edged with a smirk. “So… what do you think of this place?” His eyes flicked around the barren room.

“Empty” you replied flatly, arms crossing as your gaze lingered on him. “Just like you.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he shook his head. “It was originally designed for a schizophrenic werewolf went on a full moon killing spree on the summer of ’92. Funny, your little friend was meant to be the one locked up here.”

Your jaw tightened, words sliding out like the strike of a blade. “Except it wasn’t her, was it? You’re the one who went on a killing spree. Or do I need refresh your memory?”

He smirks that infuriating half-smile that used to make your knees weak. “I knew you’d come around. Just didn’t think it would be this soon. You can’t resist me.”

You don’t move. Don’t even blink. “You give yourself far too much credit.”

He leans closer, chains rattling faintly, voice low and certain. “I know you too well. We dated for a year and a half-"

“Awful year” you cut him off, eyes cold. “I regret wasting it.”

He ignores the jab, voice softer now, dangerous in its calm. “And yet behind that ice mask you wear, I see it. Your pulse racing, your heart betraying you… You hate it, don’t you? You hate what happened… and you miss me.”

You freeze for a fraction of a second. He got you there. Your chest tightens as if someone pressed a hand over it. For once, you’d wanted something real. Something good. Something like your parents had. And you thought you had it. Turns out you hadn’t.

“Is that the story you tell yourself every day to keep going?” you spit back, words clipped, venomous. “Because you can. Hate to break it to you but clinging to it won’t get you far.”

“Oh, it will" he starts, but you cut him off, sharper than usual.

“And exactly where?” Your voice is low, biting. “You did your big thing, used me, lured others, killed.”

He scoffs. “And look at you now. Chained like a dog with no way out.”

A growl rumbles from his chest. “I didn’t use you.”

You want to roll your eyes “But you did" you whisper, bitter, almost to yourself. “And was it really worth it? Did it ever matter?”

His hands strain against the chains, the hyde side of him flickering in the rapid, jerky movements of his body. “I… I had no choice" he rasps voice raw, eyes wild. “You don’t understand!”

“Everyone has a choice” you snap, though your heart races against your ribs. The sting of imagined betrayal burns hotter than you care to admit. “You chose to hurt me. To hurt people.”

His voice rises, sharp, almost animalistic. “I didn’t!”

“I always kept myself grounded" you whisper voice low, brittle "for the right reasons. And I should’ve continued that. But… for the first time, I let someone in.”

He looks away, jaw tight, chains rattling faintly as if the sound could somehow shield him from your words.

“And fuck me for it" you continue, a bitter edge in every syllable. “Biggest mistake of my life. I asked you so many times if there was something going on with you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way" he snaps, voice rough, almost growling. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“And I don’t want to know it anymore. I don’t care.” The lie slides off your tongue easily, though your chest feels heavier than you’d admit.

At first, it hadn’t been like this. The beginning of your relationship had been bright with possibility, almost normal. But the last few months… doubt had crept in. You’d felt it, lurking in the spaces between words and glances. Your visions of the past had never been clear about him. And yet, looking back the signs were there. You should’ve connected the dots.

But you hadn’t.

Too blind.

Too reckless.

“You don’t understand” he growls, voice rough and animalistic "I couldn’t. What would you have done? You’re just a weak girl.”

“I could’ve tried" you snap back, voice sharp as a blade, eyes locking on his. “I could’ve fought. I could’ve done something.”

It hurts, seeing him like this chains cutting into his wrists, the wild light in his eyes restrained but he chose this path. And you were done. You turn to leave, certain the chapter is closed.

But his voice stops you. Perhaps your words had struck him deeper than he imagined.

“Say hi to your sister from me” he says slowly, each word measured, deliberate, chilling. “Tell her that after I’m out of here… I’ll be coming for her. Her screams will haunt you for the rest of your life.”

You close your eyes, exhale through your nose, trying to steady the storm in your chest. Then, you turn back to him, eyes dark. “See… I told myself this would be my first and last visit. But seeing you here chained, useless something is stirring in my dark heart.”

You step closer, letting the weight of your words sink in. He blinks confused a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “Now I understand why Thornwill chose you" you continue, voice sharp cutting. “You’re a nobody. You didn’t have anything to lose or give except your poor barista skills and awkward communication.”

You hadn’t meant the words. You didn’t want to say them. But the thought of him going after your younger sister… it needed to come out.

“And I’ll be enjoying this image” you add, each word deliberate "of you locked in this room, rotting while no one thinks of you because they’ve moved on. They've forgot about you. You know why? Because no one cares about you”

He cracks his neck, a low, guttural sound reverberating through the small space. You step back instinctively. His figure shifts, muscles bulging unnaturally, the hyde side of him taking over, feral and terrifying. Then a scream rips through the air as the chain around his neck flares with electricity, jolting him violently. He crashes to the floor, chains rattling, eyes wide with shock and fury.

Without hesitation, you turn, heels clicking against the floor, and walk away, leaving him there As you step outside Willow High, the cold air hits your face, and your eyes sting. You swallow hard forcing the lump in your throat down. No one can see you like this. You’re an Addams you’re not supposed to cry.

Your sister was right. You’ve changed. You’ve let yourself feel more… more than you used to. But as long as you were with him, that part of you didn’t matter. It didn’t hurt.

Now it does.

[cupiidzz]

the way that creature probably planned all of this, date nd marry her get her pregnant then cheat. keep the videos girl let the world know how a cheater and a joke looks like

[cupiidzz]

the wizard liz got cheated on while being 4 months pregnant...