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synopsis – season 1!virgin!tyler having sex with virgin!reader for the first time.
a/n – my tyler requests are open! i love writing for season 1 tyler (especially x vampire!reader) i must say, so i'll give priority to those requests.
smut. fluff
❀ tyler was your first boyfriend and you were his first girlfriend. before you started dating you'd been good friends but dating was a completely different thing, specially when neither of you had much idea of how to handle it. it was all too innocent. the nervous smiles, the way holding hands felt like the boldest thing in the world, the long late-night texts where neither of you wanted to say goodbye...
but it was also too uncertain. you both second guessed everything. how often you should call? where you spending the right amount of time together? were you supposed to hold hands in front of friends or would that look silly? should you be saying i love you yet or was it way too soon?
✿ one of the things you were most unsure about was sex. it was easy to ignored sometimes, but other times it was impossible not to think about. neither of you were sure when the right time was supposed to be, or what if even meant to be ready. was everyone else moving faster? were you supposed to want it more? less?
you caught yourself comparing you to other couples, wondering if they were moving faster, if they knew what they were doing while you were still learning the basics. you never asked each other, but it was there. in the nervous laughter when things went too far, in the way one of you would pull back just before the moment led into more.
❀ and there has been some moments... like the first time you slept together and you woke up in his arms, with your back against his chest. tyler was still peacefully but oh my god you could feel his morning erection poking into your thigh. you didn't know what to do. should you stay still and pretend nothing happened? should you pull away before he noticed you noticing?
and then while you were moving around the kitchen making breakfast his eyes stared for more than necessary the curve of your ass to the point tyler could notice that your pajama shorts were a little see through and he could see your panties. he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the eggs in the pan, anything to hide the way his cheeks were heating up.
✿ it was one afternoon when you were at his house. you brought all your stuff, knowing his dad would be gone the entire evening and night. you ordered dinner, laughed over what to pick, and sat cross legged on the living room floor, eating straight out of the boxes and stealing bites from each other's plates. you played video games and tyler laughed every single time you lost and you accused him of being a terrible boyfriend for not letting you win at least once.
then, when it was getting late, you went to his room. you sat in his bed next to him. tyler had his laptop on his legs, scrolling through movies until you both agreed on something.
the room was dim except for the glow of the screen and soft lamp in the corner. as the movie played, you found yourself less focused on the story and more aware of the little things: the way his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder, how you stretched out your legs, brushing his and he didn't move away...
tyler lowered his head and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. so innocent and so natural, like he always did. you couldn't help but smile as you turned your face toward him and leaned closer, giving a short kiss to his lips in return. now tyler was the one smiling. his free hand, the one not holding you close, came to brush your cheek and guide your face to his. tyler kissed you again, this time not breaking away.
the kiss deepened and you found yourself leaning more and more into him. tyler slid the laptop off his legs so there was nothing left between you two and he guided you closer, pulling you into his lap.
❀ there was nothing new about this. you'd make out in his lap before, and his hands had rested at your waist like they did now. but tonight was different, because instead of pushing away and laugh awkwardly when tyler got hard under you, you rolled your hips at his, almost involuntarily, but willing to know how it felt.
you both let out a moan into each other's mouth and that's when you broke the kiss. for a moment, you looked at each other's, waiting for the nervous laugh, for the playful push back, but neither of you moved. his eyes searched yours, asking a question he couldn't quite say out loud, and you realized you were asking the same.
so instead of saying anything, your lips met again and your hips rolled against tyler's one more time and his hands held your waist tighter. you felt how his mouth pressed harder against yours.
✿ tyler played with the edge of your pajama t-shirt. you were nervous. it wasn't like when he sees you with a bikini at the beach, it was more intimate. you hesitated for a moment but you ended up lifting your arms, feeling how a heat rush ran to your cheeks.
he pulled the t-shirt over your head and his fingers looked for the hook of your bra. tyler looked at you before continuing until you gave him a soft nod and he struggled, because he had never unhooked a bra and doing it without looking was even harder. you stayed still, letting him figure it out until you felt the click and it came out. you also took his shirt off and timidly and your hands rested against his abs.
❀ and he was so respectful as you always knew he'd be. tyler asked for permission before attaching his lips to your nipple, and you didn't know if he did it on purpose but his teeth brushed against your sensitive nipple and made you moan louder. his other hand rested in your hip, waiting for a sign that you wanted more, and that sign came into your hand resting on top of this and encouraging him to help you move.
✿ the rest of the undressing was clumsy and it wasn't sexy at all. before you stood up from him and when you felt his hand clutching at the fabric of your shorts, you broke away from his lips, just enough to talk.
—wait, tyler...
he looked at you worried. wanted you to stop? had he done something wrong? went too fast?
—i haven't shaved, —you admitted, cheeks burning. —i didn't know this was happening tonight... i don't know if you wanna keep going.
for a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, and then, slowly, a small smile appeared at your lips.
❀ you had to stand from him to pull down your pajama shorts and panties, tripping with the fabric from the nervousness. tyler lifted his hips from the bed and took off his pants and underwear.
being naked in front of him wasn't as embarrassing as you thought. tyler had always shown you just how in love he was with your body, with every curve, every mark... he didn't care about the months you'd gained or lost weight, or whether you had body hair, or any of the little things you'd always worried about.
you caught the way his ears turned pink, his face flushed, and in that moment, oh my god, you realized you were staring, but you hadn't meant to, it was just that you'd never seen one in real life and you couldn't believe it was really happening.
—i'm sorry, i didn't mean to...
he shook his head and reached for your hand, but you stopped.
—can i...? can you be on top for tonight?
he nodded, almost before you finished talking, —of course.
✿ so you lay on his bed. knees up, legs spread, waiting for him. tyler reached for the drawer in his bed night table and you saw the a box full of condoms. your eyes widened a bit and tyler noticed and he realized that you probably were thinking that, even though you'd never gone that far together, he had a box full of condoms sitting in his drawer.
—it's not... i wasn't... i didn't even buy it, my dad gave it to me.
and if your cheeks weren't burning enough at the sight of so many condoms, now the thought of his dad handing him the box of condoms made your stomach twist in embarrassment. you pressed your face into your hands to hide the nervous laugh.
❀ tyler leaned over you, resting his weight on his hands on either side of your head. he looked down at you, trying to find any hint in your face that would let him know that you were not sure about this or that you wanted to stop, but there wasn't.
—you sure? —he felt the need to ask one last time.
you nodded, fingers threading through the curls at the back of his head. with one of his hands, he wrapped his fingers around himself, lining up against your entrance and he pushed inside you, careful, paying attention to any sign that you were uncomfortable. you swallowed, repositioning yourself in the bed.
—hurts?
you shook your head, —just a little uncomfortable.
—tell me if it gets worse.
you nodded and pulled him down to kiss his lips. tyler pushed deeper and you both moaned into each other's mouths. your legs squeezed him, encouraging to keep going, and so he did, until he bottomed you. tyler stayed like that for a moment, letting you adjust, not wanting to move until you told him it was okay, but also so he could focus on not coming right there.
✿ his pace was calm, not wanting to rush the moment, not wanting to hurt you and his lips never left yours, sometimes only to press his forehead against yours, your moans and breaths mingling. and then tyler's hips got faster and your legs wrapped around his body, trying to bring him closer, you both wanting to show each other how bad you wanted this. but still the carefulness was there, even as the urgency in both of you grew. the moment you breath caught too sharply in your throat, he slowed, worried he was pushing when he shouldn't and you had to whisper to keep going.
❀ and you felt how a tight nod started forming in the lower part of your abdomen, one that made you roll your hips against tyler's, needing more. he came with a deep groan that gave you goosebumps, yet you couldn't seem to reach that same high.
tyler kept going because he knew you hadn't finished yet and because he didn't want to be one of those guys that can't make her girlfriend finish. you started to get desperate, so you sneak your hand between your bodies, looking for your clit.
—let me, —he whispered, and he replaced your hand with his.
your back arched, your eyes closed shut. you let yourself relax into his touch as you felt his lips working on your neck, and it didn't take long until you were clenching around him and coming with a loud whine.
✿ the aftercare was so natural. you looked at each other, catching your breaths. tyler was still on top of you, and you couldn't help but laugh out of awkwardness.
—i'll bring you water, —he said, removing himself from you. the first thing he did after taking off the condom was to reach for his underwear, a sudden wave of shyness taking over him.
you nodded, also reaching for your panties and bra, —and i'll go to the bathroom.
later that night, you curled up against him, hiding yourself in his arms as the movie you had abandoned halfway through played again. his body was warm and the rise and fall of his chest breath helped you relax completely, letting the intensity of what happened earlier melt away.
warnings: smut/nsfw content . both inexperienced and awkward . virginity loss . unprotected sex . dirty talk. aftercare.
synopsis: what starts out as joking around in Tyler’s room doesn’t stop where it usually does. Neither of you have done this before, but you figure it out together.
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It started the same way it always did: laughter, a shove, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The two of you had been “play fighting” for weeks, though both of you knew the game was only half about winning. Tonight it tipped too far.
“Pinned,” Tyler announced, breathless, grinning down at you.
“You cheated,” you shot back, squirming beneath him.
“Yeah?” His grin widened. “Prove it.”
You tried to twist, but the effort only pressed your hips against his. The hardness beneath his jeans was unmistakable. You froze. He froze too.
Normally, he would’ve scrambled away, stammering an apology and brushing it off like it didn’t matter. But this time neither of you moved.
“I… I didn’t mean—” he started, cheeks flushing red.
“Don’t,” you interrupted, surprising yourself. “Don’t say sorry.”
The air snapped tight. Your heart hammered. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned up and kissed him.
The kiss wasn’t smooth. Your teeth clashed, his nose bumped yours, and he laughed against your mouth before kissing you harder. His hand cupped your cheek, rough and warm, fingers trembling just slightly.
“Are you sure you—” he broke away just long enough to search your eyes.
“Yes,” you said quickly, almost too quickly. “If you want to.”
“God, yeah.” He swallowed hard. “But… I’ve never… y’know. Not like this.
Relief and nerves tangled in your chest. “Me neither.”
His laugh came out nervous and cracked. “Guess we’ll be terrible together then.”
You laughed too, which made it easier. When he kissed you again, it was slower, more careful, but the heat between you was impossible to ignore.
Clothes came off clumsily, not in some effortless cinematic blur. His shirt got stuck on his arm, your jeans caught at the ankle, and he muttered a frustrated “damn it” that made you both dissolve into nervous giggles. Still, the pile of discarded fabric grew, piece by piece.
When you were bare beneath him, you felt his eyes sweep over you. For a second you wanted to cover yourself, nerves gnawing hot at your stomach. But then he blurted out, almost too quickly, “You’re gorgeous.”
You blinked at him. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I’m not—” His voice cracked again. He cleared his throat. “I’m not saying it to be nice. I mean it. Really.”
Something melted in you. You kissed him again, and this time you held on like you were afraid he’d vanish.
When he fumbled with his jeans, it was your hands that helped him. His skin was hot when he pressed against you, and the reality of it made your breath catch. He looked down, then back at you, eyes wide, nervous and hungry all at once.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” you whispered. “Just… slow.”
He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
The first push made you gasp, a sting of pain stretching through you. His entire body went rigid. “Wait—did I hurt you?”
“No,” you said quickly, gripping his shoulders. “It just… feels different. I’ll be fine.”
He kissed your temple, his forehead pressed against yours. “Tell me the second it’s too much. I’ll stop. I mean it.”
You nodded, breathing through the ache until it eased. When you whispered “Okay,” he moved again, carefully, inch by inch. The fullness made your whole body shiver.
“Oh my god,” he muttered, voice shaking, as though the words slipped out before he could stop them. “You feel… I don’t even have words.”
You let out a nervous laugh that broke into a moan when he shifted. His face crumpled like he was trying to hold himself together. “I’m— I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he admitted, cheeks flaming.
“Me neither,” you admitted, clutching him tighter
That honesty broke whatever wall was left. He began to move, awkward at first, trying to find a rhythm. You both laughed when his knee slipped, and then the laugh turned into gasps as your bodies found each other. His hand found yours, fingers lacing, holding on like an anchor.
When the pleasure built, it was messy and sudden. You cried out, your body tightening around him, and he groaned your name like a prayer before shuddering into you. Both of you clung to each other, panting, trembling, overwhelmed. Silence filled the room, but it wasn’t awkward. His forehead rested against yours, sweat-damp and shaking with aftershocks.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” you breathed, smiling despite yourself. “You?”
He laughed, still catching his breath. “That was… wow. I don’t even have words.”
“You already said that,” you teased softly.
“Yeah, well, it’s true twice.” He kissed you again, this time slow and tender.
After, he tugged the blanket over both of you, wrapping his arm around your waist. His hand was still trembling faintly, but his touch was steady.
“Stay?” you whispered, daring him.
He smiled against your hair. “Always.”
Tyler shifted carefully, rolling just enough to reach the pile of discarded clothes at the end of the bed. He tugged his shirt free, wiping gently between your thighs with a sheepish sort of focus, cheeks still pink.
“Sorry if that’s… you know. Not very romantic,” he muttered.
You laughed softly, too tired to be self-conscious. “It’s fine. It’s… nice, actually.”
He looked relieved at that, tossing the shirt aside and grabbing the glass of water from his nightstand. He held it out to you, still out of breath. “Here. Drink. Hydration is important.”
You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You sound like a coach.”
“Shut up,” he said, grinning, but his ears went red. “I’m just—trying to do this right.”
“You are,” you assured him. “Really.”
His expression softened at that. He set the glass aside and slid back under the blanket, curling in beside you. His arm wrapped tight around your waist, holding you like you might disappear if he let go.
For a while, you both lay there, just listening to the sound of your breathing sync. His hand traced idle circles on your hip, trembling a little still, but warm and steady.
“Was it okay?” he asked finally, voice quiet. You realized it was the most vulnerable thing he’d said all night.
You turned your head to look at him. “More than okay. You?”
He let out a shaky laugh. “Best night of my life. Which probably sounds pathetic, but yeah.”
“It doesn’t sound pathetic,” you whispered. “It sounds… honest.”
His smile was crooked, tender in a way you’d never seen before. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Promise me something?” he asked, lips still brushing your skin.
“What?”
“That this won’t be a one-time thing. Because I already know I’ll want you again. Always.”
You felt heat bloom in your chest, a different kind this time, soft, steady. “I promise.”
Tyler pulled you closer, tucking you against him until his chin rested in your hair. His heartbeat was still racing, but gradually, with the quiet of the room wrapping around you, it began to slow.
You fell asleep like that. warm, safe, wrapped up in him, while his hand stayed anchored against your ribs, as if he was memorizing every breath you took.
you know what id love? tyler turning into the hyde WHILE in fem reader and fem reader just losing her mind lowk😋 BUTTT also both virgins so its 100x better:3
Monster
pairing : Virgin! Tyler Galpin x Virgin! Reader
synopsis : Your first time with Tyler should’ve been sweet and innocent, but it’s hard to stay gentle when the Hyde won’t stay buried. He almost loses control inside you, and you almost wish he had.
warnings : explicit sexual content , p in v sex , virginity loss (both), primal undertones
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Tyler’s room was dim, lit only by the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. The scent of coffee and cedar still clung faintly to the sheets, and you could hear your own heartbeat in the hush of the late hour. You sat on the edge of his bed, legs tucked nervously together, while he hovered across from you, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, curls falling over his forehead.
Neither of you had done this before. You both knew it. And that made every look, every accidental brush of skin, feel amplified , hot, electric.
“You sure?” Tyler asked, his voice low, careful. He was leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees, staring at you like you were made of glass. “We don’t… we don’t have to.”
You swallowed, your mouth dry, but nodded. “I’m sure. Are you?”
His laugh was soft, shaky. “Yeah. God, yeah. Just… nervous.”
You smiled, reaching out to thread your fingers through his. “Me too.”
For a long moment, the silence stretched, then he leaned in, closing the space, his lips brushing yours. The kiss was tentative at first, hesitant, but when you kissed back, he deepened it. Soon it was hotter, hungrier, his hands cupping your cheeks like he couldn’t believe you were really here.
You whimpered softly into his mouth, and the sound seemed to undo him. His hand slid into your hair, pulling you closer, kissing you harder until you were both gasping for breath.
“God, you’re-“ he broke off, kissing down your jaw, “you’re driving me insane.”
“Tyler…” you whispered, clinging to his shirt as his mouth trailed down your neck, sucking lightly at the skin.
You felt him smile against your throat. “You’re so soft.”
You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His chest was lean, his skin warm under your palms as you traced over him. He shivered at your touch, his breath hitching.
“Never done this before,” he admitted, kissing you again, teeth scraping your lip. “Tell me if I’m… bad at it.”
You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. “You’re perfect.”
He blushed, ducking down to hide it by kissing along your collarbone. His hands slipped under your shirt, tentative at first, then bolder when you arched into him. He slid it up, and you raised your arms, letting him peel it away.
Tyler froze when he saw you in your bra, his eyes darkening. “You’re… wow.”
You flushed, self-conscious, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t stare.”
He caught your wrists, tugging them gently away. His voice was rougher now, almost a growl. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
The raw hunger in his tone sent heat pooling low in your stomach. You nodded, letting him look, letting him touch. His fingers fumbled with the clasp before finally undoing it, the bra slipping free.
“Can I—?” he asked, hovering uncertainly.
“Yes,” you whispered.
His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch. You gasped, arching into him, and he groaned, lowering his mouth to kiss you again.
“God, you make the sweetest sounds,” he muttered against your lips.
His kisses trailed down again, over your chest, sucking lightly at one nipple before moving to the other. You moaned, tangling your fingers in his curls, tugging him closer.
Tyler’s hands slid down your sides, shaky but eager, tugging at your shorts. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” you gasped, lifting your hips.
He tugged them down, leaving you bare beneath him. His eyes widened, his breath catching. “You’re so… wet already.”
You flushed, whining. “Don’t say it like that…”
But he only smirked faintly, leaning down to kiss you again. “I can’t help it. It’s, god, it’s so hot.”
His hand slipped between your thighs, tentative at first, then firmer as he rubbed over your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking up into his touch.
Tyler groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “You feel amazing… I don’t want to stop.”
You whimpered, clutching his shoulders. “Don’t. Please.”
He kissed you again, his fingers sliding lower, dipping into your slick heat. He gasped at the feeling, eyes wide. “You’re so tight. So warm.”
You cried out softly as he pushed a finger inside, moving slowly, carefully. He watched your face the whole time, as though terrified of hurting you.
“Is this okay?” he asked, voice shaking.
“Yes,” you panted, arching into him. “More.”
He slid in a second finger, curling them experimentally. You gasped, clenching around him, and he groaned, his hips rocking against the mattress as though he couldn’t help himself.
“God, I’m-“ he cut himself off, kissing you hard again, muffling both your sounds. His hand worked you steadily, his fingers curling, his thumb circling your clit.
You cried out into his mouth, grinding down into his hand, desperate for more.
Tyler broke the kiss, panting against your cheek. “I want you. I want to be inside you. Please, tell me I can.”
Your chest rose and fell, heat flooding through you. “Yes. Please.”
Tyler kissed you again, messy and desperate, as he shoved his jeans down far enough to free himself. His cock brushed against your thigh, hot and heavy, and both of you froze for a heartbeat , staring at each other like this was some terrifying precipice.
You whispered, “It’s okay.”
He nodded, though his throat worked as he swallowed. “God, I’ve never-“
“Me neither,” you admitted, voice soft. “We’ll figure it out together.”
That broke the tension just enough. He reached for the condom he’d shoved in the nightstand, tearing it open with fumbling hands. You watched him roll it on, his chest heaving, his eyes flicking constantly back to your face , like he needed to see reassurance there.
When he leaned over you again, his hand brushed down between your thighs, stroking you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.”
You nodded, biting your lip, your body trembling with anticipation.
He lined himself up, pressing the tip against your entrance. The stretch was sharp at first , too much, too new, and you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Tyler froze immediately. “Too much?”
You shook your head quickly, though your eyes watered. “No, keep going. Please.”
His breath shuddered out, and slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside. Both of you gasped at once, you from the ache, him from the unbearable tightness.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “You feel… so good. I don’t, I can’t-”
“Don’t stop,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He buried himself fully, groaning brokenly into your neck. His hips trembled as he held still, letting you adjust. You whimpered at the fullness, the heat, the strange, overwhelming intimacy of it.
When you finally nodded, he drew back and pushed in again . slow, careful. The friction made you cry out, your whole body arching into him.
“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough. He kissed you again, swallowing your whines as he found a slow rhythm.
It was clumsy at first . shallow thrusts, his breath stuttering, both of you trembling with nerves. But the longer it went, the deeper he pushed, the more his hips snapped forward with growing confidence.
You moaned, your nails raking down his back. “Tyler”
That sound undid him. His hips bucked harder, his pace faltering between tenderness and something more primal. His breath came ragged, almost a growl rumbling in his chest.
He pulled back to look at you, and your breath hitched . his eyes gleamed unnaturally in the lamplight, too bright, too wild. Veins stood out faintly along his neck, his jaw clenched as his teeth pressed too sharp into his lip.
“Tyler?” you whispered, stroking his curls.
He shuddered, thrusting harder despite himself. “I- fuck I cant-” His hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in almost painfully, claws threatening to emerge.
The sound he made wasn’t human. a low, guttural growl that vibrated against your chest. His thrusts grew rougher, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
You should’ve been afraid. Instead, slick heat rushed through you, your core tightening around him. The thought of him losing control, of the Hyde pushing through, sent a shiver of arousal racing down your spine.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, pulling him closer.
His eyes widened, flashing dangerously. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he rasped, his voice distorted, Hyde bleeding into it.
“I trust you,” you whispered, kissing him hard. “Tyler, please don’t stop.”
He groaned, shoving deeper, the bed creaking beneath you. His grip on your hip bruised, his body jerking as though barely held together.
“God” he gasped, his breath hot against your ear, “you’re so tight, I can’t, I’m gonna lose it.”
You whined, your own climax building fast from the sheer intensity. “Then lose it with me.”
He growled again, the sound tearing from his chest, his thrusts almost feral now. His eyes glowed faintly, veins dark against his skin, claws nicking the sheets where he braced his hand.
You moaned louder, clutching at him, overwhelmed by the danger laced with pleasure. “Yes, yes, Tyler, don’t hold back”
“Fuck,” he snarled, hips snapping hard, slamming you into the mattress. Your vision blurred as your orgasm ripped through you, your scream muffled in his curls.
Tyler’s whole body convulsed, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled, his growl shaking into something broken and human again. He collapsed onto you, trembling, sweat dripping down his temples.
For a long moment, neither of you moved , both panting, slick and messy, wrapped around each other.
Then Tyler shuddered, pulling out quickly, doubling over as he clutched the sheets. His back rippled, his shoulders jerking like he was in pain. His hands clawed at the mattress, nails elongating before retracting.
“Shit” he gasped. “I almost-”
You sat up, still shaking, reaching for him. “Tyler”
His eyes flashed back to yours, wild and half-Hyde. “I almost changed while I was inside you. I could’ve—” His voice cracked. “I could’ve hurt you.”
But you crawled into his lap, straddling him, cupping his face between your hands. “But you didn’t.” You kissed him, soft, reassuring. “You stopped. You’re still here.”
He trembled beneath you, caught between shame and relief.
And then you whispered the truth that made his eyes widen in shock: “And I liked it.”
we know Tyler’s huge when he’s a Hyde but even as a human he’s got a monster dick🫦 girthy and fills u up every time, not letting a single drop go to waste
not a request, just wanted to share hehe
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I know you said not a request however i saw this on my break and couldn’t help but indulge.
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The first time you took Tyler home, you thought you understood what you were in for. You’d seen him lean against the counter at the Weathervane, forearms flexing under rolled sleeves, broad shoulders stretching flannel, all that lazy charm hiding something hungrier underneath. You’d thought: big. But you hadn’t known how big.
Now you did.
Your back arched against the sheets, thighs trembling around his hips as he bottomed out again, slow and merciless. Every inch of him pressed into you, stretching you to the point of burning. Your body clamped down reflexively, too full, too much, and it made his jaw tighten, eyes half-lidded as he watched your face crumple.
“God, look at you,” he rasped, voice gravel rough. “So fucking stuffed you can’t even think straight.”
He wasn’t wrong. Your thoughts were shards of sensation , the drag of his cock along your walls, the relentless pressure of being filled to the hilt, the way your clit throbbed just from the movement. You’d already come once, maybe twice; time had blurred. Your body was raw with it, nerves lit up like wires.
“Ty” His name cracked in your throat. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto. “I can’t”
“Yes, you can,” he cut in, almost gentle, though his thrust didn’t slow. “You’re taking it. Every inch. You were made for this.”
He pulled back just enough that you could feel the stretch all over again, then pushed in, grinding deep. The sound that tore from your lips was half sob, half moan. His smile was dark, wolfish.
“You feel that?” His hand slid down your belly, pressing low, right where he could feel himself inside you. Your eyes flew wide. “That’s me. Filling you so full I can touch it from the outside. No one else is ever gonna do that to you.”
Tears stung your eyes, but not from pain. From the sheer overwhelming flood of it — sensation and possession tangled together until you could barely breathe. Your nails dug into his skin, useless against the steady roll of his hips.
“Please,” you gasped, though you didn’t know what you were asking for ,mercy, more, release. Maybe all of it.
He bent low, mouth at your ear. “You think I’m letting a single drop go to waste?” His teeth grazed your skin, making you shiver. “Not a chance.”
The words sent another shock through you, clenching around him hard enough to make him groan. He fucked you through it, chasing the way your body seized and fluttered, too sensitive, wrung out, but still greedy for him.
“You’re mine,” he ground out, pace rougher now, his control slipping. “Every sound, every shake, mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking.
“Again.”
“I’m yours.”
He kissed you then, swallowing the cry that ripped from your throat as you came again, too fast, too sharp. Your body convulsed around him, overstimulated to the point of pain, but he held you through it, groaning into your mouth as he finally gave in, spilling hot and deep inside you. He stayed buried to the hilt, holding you pinned, his chest heaving against yours.
Silence fell, broken only by your ragged breaths. You felt his release trickling, messy and hot, and whimpered at the sensation. He shifted just enough to press his lips to your temple.
“Shh,” he murmured, still inside you, one hand stroking your damp hair back from your face. “I’ve got you. You did so good.”
You clung to him, still trembling, and he stayed with you , heavy, grounding, possessive in a way that felt more like protection than a cage.
No one had ever left you this undone. No one had ever filled you so completely, body and mind, until you couldn’t imagine being anyone’s but his.
And Tyler knew it. You saw it in his eyes as he finally eased out, catching every drop on his fingers before anything could spill, pushing it back into you with a dark, satisfied smirk.
Drunk Tyler who’s a big cute softy, with him being a Hyde he’s gained a lot of strength. Maybe reader taking care of him and he just lifts her up out of nowhere like she weighs nothing. Idk just something cute and fluffy, I loveee you’re writing and feel free to tweak this however you want, have a great day babes 💕
𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: When Sheriff Galpin’s working late, you and Tyler share a bottle at home. He’s soft and tipsy, all warmth and boyish honesty, until the Hyde-strength he can’t turn off slips through in how easily he handles you
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ / NSFW Graphic smut, drinking/ alcohol use ,Drunk but consensual sex (clear consent established) Manhandling , Rough sex ,Oral sex ,Creampie, Praise + possessive language ,Soft aftercare
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It wasn’t unusual for Sheriff Galpin to work late. The house was quiet when he left, quiet still after, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the low music you and Tyler had put on to fill the silence
Two bottles sat on the coffee table. One nearly empty. The other well on its way. Tyler leaned back against the couch cushions with his legs stretched out, a half-smile on his lips and a whiskey glass dangling loosely from his fingers. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it, his shirt rumpled from how he’d slouched down to one side.
You sat cross-legged next to him, nursing your own drink. The alcohol burned less after the first few sips, though Tyler clearly hadn’t noticed the sting at all. He was too busy talking, words coming slower and softer, the way they always did when he let himself relax.
“You ever think about how weird this house feels when he’s not here?” he asked, voice husky with drink. “Like it’s not even mine. Like I’m just borrowing it.”
You tilted your glass, watching the amber swirl inside. “Feels like yours to me.”
Tyler huffed a laugh. “That’s only because you’re here. Otherwise it’s just walls.”
There was a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with whiskey. You tried to ignore it.
When you leaned forward to set your glass down, Tyler moved without warning. His arm hooked around your waist and he pulled you against him, clumsy but certain, as though he’d been waiting for the excuse. The motion was so sudden you almost spilled what was left of your drink.
“Tyler—”
He cut you off with a grin, wide and unguarded. In one smooth motion he lifted you straight off the couch. Your stomach dropped, a startled sound escaping before you could stop it. He held you effortlessly, as if you weighed no more than the glass he’d just put down.
“See?” he said, slurring a little. “Strong.”
You clutched his shoulders instinctively. His grip didn’t waver. His eyes were bright despite the alcohol, fixed on you with something raw and unshaken.
“Always strong,” he murmured. “Never gonna hurt you.”
It was the kind of promise you shouldn’t take seriously from someone drunk, and yet it didn’t feel careless. He wasn’t posturing. He was holding you with the kind of care that made your throat tighten, as though the weight of you was sacred.
“Tyler,” you said softly
“Safe,” he whispered back. His forehead tipped to yours, heavy and warm. “You make me safe.”
You should have pulled away. Instead you stayed in his arms, fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt. When his lips brushed your temple, clumsy and hesitant, you didn’t stop him
Tyler didn’t set you down right away. Even drunk, his arms were steady, cradling you like he could hold the whole night still if he tried hard enough. You could feel the heat of him seeping through his shirt, the slow drag of his breath against your hair.
“Tyler,” you murmured again, gentler this time.
“Hmm?”
“You should sit down before you drop me.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, as though you’d spoken in a foreign language. “Never,” he said simply, and for once you believed him.
You shook your head, but your body betrayed you. You leaned into him, your forehead brushing the edge of his jaw. He smelled like whiskey, yes, but underneath it was something grounding, something so distinctly him it made your chest ache.
When he finally lowered you, it wasn’t back onto the couch but onto his lap. You found yourself straddling him without warning, his broad hands steady on your hips. The sight of him beneath you, flushed and smiling as though this was the most natural thing in the world, left you momentarily speechless.
“This okay?” he asked. The question was blurry with drink but the intent behind it was sharp.
You nodded before your mind caught up with the motion. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
His grin softened. He leaned forward, clumsy and a little off-aim, lips brushing your cheek instead of your mouth. The next try landed at the corner of your lips, warm and unpracticed, and you surprised yourself by turning into it.
The kiss that followed was messy—too much teeth, too much whiskey—but you let it happen, let his mouth press to yours with the eagerness of someone who had been holding back too long. Your fingers curled in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groaned into you like the sound had been dragged from his chest.
When you pulled back for air, his eyes were wide and glassy, pupils blown. “God,” he whispered, as though the word wasn’t enough. His thumb stroked over your hip in lazy circles, a contrast to the sharp rise of his chest. “You’re… you’re everything.”
You laughed softly, but the sound shook. “That’s the whiskey talking.”
“No,” he said, too quickly, too certain. “That’s me.”
You felt his strength even in stillness. The way he held you without effort, the subtle flex of muscle beneath his shirt. It was intoxicating in its own right, to be wanted and protected all at once, to know he could crush you and yet every part of him was bent on holding you steady.
When his hands slid lower, resting just at the curve of your thighs, you didn’t stop him. You tilted forward, capturing his mouth again, and this time the kiss was slower. More deliberate. His lips parted under yours, and you felt the hum of his breath as though it had sunk into your bones.
The world outside the small living room might as well not have existed. The only thing real was the weight of his hands, the heat of his body, and the quiet, desperate way he kissed you like he was afraid to let go.
The kiss deepened until you lost the taste of whiskey under the taste of him. Tyler wasn’t smooth about it, wasn’t calculated. His mouth chased yours with the impatience of someone who had waited too long, every brush of lips and teeth a little uneven, but it made something inside you give way.
You shifted against his lap, just slightly, and the sound that left him was low and startled. His hands tightened at your thighs, not enough to bruise but enough to remind you of what he was—strong in ways most people would never understand.
“Careful,” he rasped, though the warning rang hollow when his hips rolled up beneath you.
Your breath caught. “Tyler…”
He buried his face against your neck, inhaling like he needed the scent of you to breathe. His voice came out rough. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“I think I do.” Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging lightly, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.
For a moment, everything held in fragile balance. You on his lap, his hands spread wide across your body, both of you breathing like you’d run a mile. Then, as though he’d finally lost the ability to wait, Tyler shifted.
It happened so quickly you had no chance to protest. One arm slipped around your back, the other under your thighs, and he lifted you in a fluid motion that shouldn’t have been possible for someone this drunk. The air left your lungs in a shocked gasp as he carried you across the small living room.
“Tyler!”
“Shh,” he said, lips brushing the edge of your ear. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. His hold was steady, solid, as if you weighed nothing at all. The effortless way he maneuvered you left your pulse hammering. He set you down on the couch again, but not before pressing you into the cushions with the weight of his body, caging you in.
The look in his eyes when he pulled back just far enough to see your face nearly undid you. Heat and hunger, yes, but threaded with something vulnerable.
“This okay?” he asked again, voice low, husky.
You swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
The tension broke. His mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was no longer messy but demanding, his tongue sliding against yours until you gasped. His hand gripped your hip and tugged, pulling you closer, aligning you against the unmistakable hardness straining his jeans. The friction made your thighs tremble.
He groaned into your mouth, the sound guttural, almost Hyde-deep. “God, I need you.”
Your body answered before your mind could catch up. You arched into him, nails digging lightly into his shoulders. His response was immediate—he shifted you again with startling ease, dragging you higher on the couch until he had you pinned beneath him.
It wasn’t cruel, the way he handled you. It was reverent. Careful. But the sheer strength behind his movements made your breath stutter. You didn’t resist when his hands skimmed down your sides, tugging at the hem of your shirt, his voice breaking into something ragged.
“Please. Let me touch you.”
Your lips parted, the word spilling out before you could second-guess it. “Yes.”
Tyler’s hands shook a little as he pushed your shirt up, but the strength behind them never faltered. He peeled the fabric over your head and tossed it aside, his gaze locking on the skin revealed. For a moment he just stared, chest heaving, pupils so wide they almost swallowed the green of his eyes.
“You’re…” His voice cracked, heavy with awe. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
The words would have sounded corny from anyone else. From him, drunk and trembling with the need to touch you, they landed like truth.
His hands slid down your sides, mapping every curve as if committing them to memory. He cupped your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over stiffening peaks until your back arched into him. The sound you made only spurred him further—he bent his head and mouthed sloppily at your collarbone, teeth scraping lightly, lips leaving heat wherever they dragged.
You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged, and the groan that tore from him was guttural, nearly Hyde-deep. The sound went straight through you.
When you wriggled beneath him, thighs pressing together, Tyler growled softly against your skin. His hand shot down and pushed your legs apart, spreading you with a strength that left no room for resistance. Not that you wanted to resist.
“Mine,” he whispered, forehead dropping to yours, his breath hot and uneven. “I don’t ever want anyone else touching you like this.”
You shivered, both from his words and the way he handled you—like you were delicate and untouchable, yet he couldn’t help but claim you anyway.
His fingers brushed along the waistband of your pants, hesitant despite the hunger in his eyes. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
That was all the permission he needed. He dragged your jeans down with quick, rough motions, nearly tearing the button in his haste. When he settled back between your thighs, the sight of you spread beneath him seemed to undo whatever restraint he had left.
His mouth descended, lips and tongue working at the soft skin of your stomach, your hips, until he reached the damp fabric of your underwear. He pressed his face against you and groaned, the sound vibrating straight through you.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” The confession was muffled, desperate, as he mouthed at the thin barrier. “I could lose my mind on you.”
Your hips jerked, a whine escaping before you could stop it. Tyler’s eyes flicked up to your face, hungry and hazy, and then he hooked his fingers into your underwear and yanked it down. The strength in him turned the simple motion into something primal.
You barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on you.
It wasn’t practiced finesse—it was raw need. His tongue dragged through your folds, messy and eager, his lips sealing around your clit in a way that made your whole body jolt. You gasped, hands flying to his hair, and he groaned like he’d been waiting for that sound all night.
“Tyler—oh, God—”
He licked into you greedily, drinking you down like you were the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands pinned your thighs apart, grip unyielding, keeping you open for his mouth. No one had ever touched you like this, with so much unrestrained hunger, as if you were oxygen itself.
Every time you tried to wriggle away from the intensity, he simply manhandled you back into place, not letting you close your legs, not letting you run from the pleasure. The strength in his grip was terrifying and thrilling all at once.
You were already trembling, breath stuttering as he dragged you closer to the edge. Your hips bucked helplessly against his mouth, and he groaned like he wanted more, like he could drown in you and never come up for air.
“Gonna make you come,” he rasped against your skin, voice hoarse and broken. “Please—need to feel it. Need to taste you lose it on me.”
You were already trembling when Tyler pulled away from between your thighs, his mouth slick with you, lips flushed red. He looked wrecked, like he’d just drunk too deep of something he couldn’t live without.
“Can’t stop,” he whispered, voice frayed. “Need to feel you.”
Before you could answer, his hands were on you again. He hauled you upright with ease, flipped you around, and bent you over the couch cushions in one smooth motion. The shock of being moved so easily stole your breath. Your palms pressed into the fabric as he nudged your knees wider with his own.
“Tyler—”
“I’ve got you,” he said, rough and urgent, already tugging his jeans down. You caught a glimpse of him hard and flushed, and then he was pressing himself against you, sliding through your slick folds with a guttural groan.
The first thrust was deep enough to knock a cry from your throat. Tyler’s grip clamped down on your hips, pulling you back onto him harder, deeper, until you felt stretched full with him. The couch creaked under the force.
“Fuck,” he growled into your shoulder. “So tight. Feels so fucking good.”
You tried to answer, but the words broke apart as he set a pace—hard, relentless, each thrust slamming into you with the kind of strength only he possessed. He held you down when your body tried to jolt forward, the manhandling leaving you pinned and helpless against the cushions.
“Take it,” he rasped, hips snapping against yours. “Take all of me.”
Your nails clawed at the fabric, breath shattering as he fucked you harder, faster. Every movement reminded you how powerful he was, how easily he controlled your body. Yet beneath the roughness was a desperation that softened the edges—like he wasn’t trying to prove dominance, only trying to lose himself in you completely.
When you tried to push back against him, his hands tightened, dragging you back onto him with force that made you whimper. “Mine,” he groaned. “You’re mine.”
The word detonated in you. Heat coiled low in your belly, each thrust pulling you closer to unraveling. He seemed to feel it, because his pace grew harsher, one hand slipping to your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you crying out.
“That’s it,” he urged, voice breaking. “Come for me. Wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”
It hit you like a wave. Your body clenched around him, stars bursting behind your eyes as your orgasm tore through you. You cried out his name, shuddering as he held you against him, still pounding into you through the aftershocks.
Tyler’s rhythm faltered, his breath ragged. He thrust a few more times before burying himself deep with a guttural growl. His whole body tensed as he came, spilling inside you with a broken moan of your name.
For a long moment, the only sound was your mingled gasps and the faint creak of the couch under your weight. Then Tyler slumped forward, chest pressed to your back, his breath hot and shaky against your skin.
“Shit,” he murmured, voice hoarse, arms wrapping around you even as he kept you pinned. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You shook your head, still catching your breath. “No. You… you didn’t.”
He sighed in relief and pressed soft, almost apologetic kisses along your shoulder. The rough edge in him had burned out with release, leaving only tenderness. He eased out of you slowly, helping you turn onto your back so he could look at you.
His hand brushed damp hair from your face, thumb lingering at your cheek. “You’re everything,” he whispered, softer this time, raw and certain. “I don’t deserve you.”
You caught his wrist before he could pull away and pressed a kiss to his palm. “Don’t say that
For once, Tyler didn’t argue. He just pulled you against his chest, wrapping you tight in his arms like he was afraid the world might take you away if he let go.
And for the rest of the night, you let him hold you—Hyde strength and all—safe and steady in the quiet of the Galpin house.
omg i didnt actually think you would make something for my tyler monster cock shit🤭loved it btw, u captured it so damn good
but imagine riding that monster cock? whew, its a whole different experience to engulf it from on top, sinking and taking it all with every drop of ur hips, yum
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Your thighs were already trembling when you finally settled over him, the head of his cock pushing against you with a pressure that felt impossible to take. Tyler’s hands were spread wide across your hips, firm enough to steady you but not enough to force you. His eyes never left yours, the sharpness in them softened by the way his jaw clenched as he fought to stay still.
“Go slow,” he rasped, his voice rough, the words vibrating against your chest where he leaned back into the mattress. “You’ll drive me insane if you don’t.”
You tried. You really did. But even the smallest shift of your hips had you sliding down another inch, the stretch burning and delicious all at once. Your nails dug into his shoulders as a helpless moan spilled out, your body clenching as though to push him out and pull him deeper in the same breath.
“Fuck—” Tyler’s head dropped back, his throat working as he groaned. His grip on your hips tightened. “You’re taking me… all of me. Christ, you feel so—” He cut himself off, dragging in a shuddering breath.
It felt endless, sinking down on him. Every inch filled you more, pressed against nerves you hadn’t known could ache like this. By the time you reached the base, your thighs were shaking so hard you almost collapsed forward. Tyler caught you instantly, one arm circling your waist and holding you flush against him.
“Look at you,” he muttered against your ear, voice hoarse and reverent. “Taking it all. Thought about this every damn night.”
You whimpered, trying to move, but the fullness left you dizzy. The first slow drag upward made your body seize, your walls fluttering desperately around him. When you sank back down, his curse broke into a ragged groan, his hands guiding you without thought.
Every roll of your hips had him throbbing inside you, so deep it was almost unbearable. You gasped and clutched at his hair, riding him in messy, desperate motions that left you both undone. Tyler met every drop of your hips with a thrust upward, filling you to the edge of breaking, his teeth grazing your throat when your moans grew louder.
“Keep going,” he demanded, his voice wrecked. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you fall apart on me. All of it. Every sound, every shake—mine.”
The word branded itself into your skin, and when you finally broke, trembling and crying out as your body spasmed around him, Tyler held you through it. He drove into you harder, rougher, until his own release tore through him, spilling deep inside and dragging another whimper from your lips at the overwhelming heat.
You stayed there, panting and trembling in his arms, both of you too wrung out to move. Tyler stroked your back with a shaky hand, pressing his forehead to yours with a grin that was more dazed than cocky.
“Riding me might kill me,” he admitted, his voice raw. “But what a way to go.”
wait i take it back i have an idea. stay with me this may be too intricate so ignore it if you don’t wanna do it lol
but! reader and tyler were together before the hyde incident and he got taken away. reader seems to have the opposite effect of thornhill (??) where she calms him down and when he’s near her it’s like the hyde doesn’t exist. soooo reader goes with wednesday to visit tyler in the institution and she visits with him after wednesday has her interrogation. just super yearny stuff lol
—i don't think this is a good idea, —you whispered to wednesday, taking a few step back.
the door to the chamber were tyler was kept was open, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look inside. you hadn't even dared to glance through the reinforced window, but you knew he was in there. you'd heard him, talking to wednesday, while you stood outside, pressing your back to the wall. maybe if he told wednesday what she wanted to know, you wouldn't have to go in. maybe you could be spared from seeing him like that.
but tyler was not collaborating, you knew it when she opened the door looking for you. wednesday knew he wouldn't be able to resist to you.
—it's not, —wednesday agreed, —but you need to do it.
your throat tightened. you shook your head, —i don't know if i can.
—you can. you're the only one who can make him remember what he is besides the hyde.
and you turned, forcing your legs to move because you knew if you didn't do it, you were leaving your friends' lives at risk after those murders.
the fluorescent light from the ceiling blinked when you crossed the threshold into his chamber. cold sterile air hit you. and then you saw him, with big dark circles under his eyes, shirtless, skin pale against the harsh light. tyler looked exhausted and now confused too. his brow furrowed, his head tilted slightly like he couldn't trust his eyes.
tyler expected wednesday to come in and storm him again, he didn't even know you were here.
your name broke in his throat like he'd been holding it back for months. you took a shaky step closer when wednesday closed the door behind you. you didn't feel safe, after everything, how could you? yet you knew one thing with certainty. tyler wouldn't hurt you. not you.
—god... —his voice trembled as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against the bars. his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. —i thought i'd never see you again.
the chains at his wrists clinked as his fingers curled tight around the bars. his knuckles were white, as if he didn't hold onto the bars, he might reach straight through for you.
you managed a quick, nervous little smile though you hugged yourself, —well, here i am.
—you have no idea how it is to be here without you. i dream about you every night and then i wake up and it's just these walls, these chains. and i think about tearing this place apart, —his breathing became deeper, his chest raising and falling. —i've tried. i've tried to get to you...
his eyes widened with panic and fury, and you saw it. his hands twisted, fingers turning into claws.
—tyler...
but before he could fully shift, the collar around his neck flared with a sharp spark of light. a chocked groan left his mouth and his body jolted as he dropped to his knees. without thinking, you dropped down too, your knees hitting the cold concrete just on the other side of the bars. you pressed closer, desperate to catch his gaze.
—tyler, look at me. i'm here. i came to see you.
his forehead rested against the bars, chest heaving. he refused at first, shame in his face but at the sound of your voice his eyes finally lifted. it'd been so long since you'd seen those eyes looking at you like that, and for a second, you could see the soft barista that smelled like coffee, who wiped his hands on his apron just to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you across the counter like you were his favorite part of the day.
—i've missed you too, ty. every single day. i don't know how to live without you.
you rested your forehead against his. now there were chains instead of aprons, bruises in his hands instead of flour. but the second your skin touched his, the tension in his body began to fade.
you swallowed hard before you sneaked your hand past the cold metal bars until your fingers found the familiar curls at the back of his head. he shivered at the touch, the first soft and gentle one in months. tyler leaned into your palm. wednesday must have threatened security because there was no other way you were getting away with this.
she was looking the scene through the reinforced window at the other side of the door. tyler had been violent with her, full of rage and wild, and now he was on his knees, completely undone by your touch. by you.
you gulped. you were there with a mission and it was not to stroke his hair all night. you had to ask now, now that you had him in the palm of your hand, literally and metaphorically.
—tyler, i need you to tell me who wanted your father dead.
Summery-After Almost His Again, Tyler returns, darker and more obsessive. You resist, but your heart betrays you—until Wednesday interrupts, and he vanishes with a chilling promise: this isn’t over
Tropes-obsessive love|forbidden desire|love:hate|
Ps-sorry if this seems a little rushed. I tried my best to get it out as quickly as possible x.
Sleep didn’t come easily after that night.
You lay awake, staring at the ceiling as the storm raged on, the memory of Tyler’s voice looping in your head like a curse you couldn’t shake. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt his hands against your skin, his body caging yours, the ghost of his lips hovering just above yours.
It wasn’t just the fear that kept you awake.
It was the way your heart had betrayed you, racing not just with terror but with something else — something far more dangerous.
Desire.
You hated yourself for it. You hated that when he whispered you’re mine, part of you had wanted to believe him. You hated that your body had shivered not just with dread but with longing. You hated that you still remembered what it felt like to love him.
And worst of all, you hated that you weren’t sure you ever really stopped.
The candle had burned down to a stub by the time you finally drifted into restless sleep.
Wednesday didn’t leave you alone the next day.
Her dark eyes followed you through classes, sharp and unyielding. She hadn’t said much after Tyler slipped through her fingers in your dorm — but you could feel the weight of her suspicion pressing down on you.
At lunch, she sat across from you, her fork untouched. “You’re hiding something.”
You froze mid-bite. “I’m not.”
“You reek of him.” Her tone was flat, her expression unreadable, but her words cut through you like glass. “His presence lingers on you like smoke. And you let him escape.”
You set your fork down, your throat tightening. “I didn’t let him do anything.”
Her gaze sharpened, studying every twitch of your face. “Then you froze. Which means you’re conflicted. Which means he’ll be back.”
A chill skated down your spine. You hated how certain she sounded. Hated how much you knew she was right.
It was two nights later when it happened again.
The storm had passed, leaving the night unnervingly still. You had slipped outside for air, your nerves restless, your dorm walls suffocating. The woods were quiet, moonlight dripping through the branches like silver blood.
You were halfway back to Nevermore when you felt it.
The prickle on the back of your neck. The weight of eyes. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty, but waiting.
“Out here all alone?”
His voice, smooth and dark, coiled through the trees.
You spun around, your pulse spiking. “Tyler.”
He stepped from the shadows like he belonged there, the moonlight catching in his wet curls, his lips curved in that maddening half-smirk. “Miss me?”
You backed up a step, but he moved forward, always keeping the distance small enough to make you feel cornered.
“You shouldn’t be here,” you whispered.
“I told you I’d come back.” His eyes gleamed as he prowled closer. “Didn’t think I’d keep my word?”
Your fists clenched. “Get away from me.”
“Funny.” He tilted his head, his voice low and mocking. “ although you say that you don’t really it mean do you?”
Before you could move, he lunged.
In one smooth motion, your back hit the rough bark of a tree, his body pressing into yours, strong and unyielding. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head, the other gripping your hip with a firmness that made your breath catch.
“You shouldn’t—” you began, but he cut you off, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips.
“I shouldn’t what? Touch you? Want you? Need you?” His smirk darkened. “Too late.”
You struggled against his grip, but he only held tighter, his chest pressed flush to yours, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “God, you drive me insane. Do you know what it’s like? To be locked away, beaten, chained, and all I can think about is you?”
“Stop—”
“No.” His hand slid from your hip up your side, slow, possessive, brushing the curve of your waist. “You can tell me you hate me all you want, but your body doesn’t lie. I can feel it.”
You gasped, furious at yourself, at him, at the heat pooling low in your stomach. “You’re sick.”
“And you still want me.” His mouth grazed your jaw, his tongue flicking lightly against your skin. “Say you don’t. Say it, and I’ll walk away right now.”
Your throat closed. You couldn’t.
His laugh was low, dangerous, triumphant. “That’s what I thought.”
For a moment, his grip softened, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth, achingly gentle.
“You remember, don’t you?” he whispered. “The nights we spent under the stars? The way you said my name like it meant something? The way you clung to me like I was the only thing keeping you alive?”
Your chest ached. The memories you tried to bury clawed to the surface, cruel and sweet.
“I still dream about it,” he confessed, his voice trembling just slightly, the obsession cracking to reveal raw need. “Even now. Especially now.”
“Tyler…” you whispered, torn, broken.
His grip tightened again, his forehead pressing to yours. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And I don’t care if you hate me for it. I’d rather be your monster than nothing at all.”
His lips trailed down your neck, hot and desperate, his teeth grazing your skin. His hand slid down from your wrist, brushing along your thigh in a way that made your breath hitch violently.
“Do you know what I thought about every single night in that cell?” he murmured, his voice husky, darkly intimate. “Not freedom. Not revenge. You. How you taste. How you sound when I touch you.”
You shuddered, your knees weak, your body betraying you in ways your heart refused to accept.
“You still remember too,” he pressed, nipping lightly at your ear. “I can feel it. The way you’re trembling, the way your pulse is racing. You want me, even if you hate yourself for it.”
Your breath hitched. “Stop.”
“I can’t.” His voice broke, raw and desperate. “Not when it’s you.”
For just a heartbeat, the obsession faltered, and you saw him — not the Hyde, not the monster, but the boy you once loved.
His eyes shone with something softer, something broken. “You’re all I have left.”
Your heart clenched painfully. You hated him. You wanted him. You didn’t know where one feeling ended and the other began.
“Tyler…”
He leaned in, lips brushing yours, softer this time, a plea rather than a demand. “Please.”
Your lips parted, betraying you, the tiniest breath away from giving in—
“Y/N!”
Wednesday’s voice cut through the night like a blade.
You jolted, and Tyler growled softly, furious at the interruption. His grip lingered for one last second, possessive and desperate, before he pulled back, eyes burning into yours.
“This isn’t over,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Next time, nothing will stop me.”
And then he was gone, vanishing into the shadows before Wednesday appeared, her blade gleaming in the moonlight.
You slumped against the tree, your chest heaving, your lips tingling with the ghost of his almost-kiss.
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. “He was here again.”
You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel the echo of his hands on your body, his words in your ears, his obsession seared into your skin.
Wednesday’s stare sharpened. “You’re going to have to choose. Hate him enough to kill him… or love him enough to let him destroy you.”
And the worst part was — you didn’t know which one terrified you more.
☆. in which thornhill kidnaps tyler’s partner and he’s not pleased about it.
⋆˚❀ ❙ Getting themself kidnapped wasn’t on the bucket list for today—all the werewolf wanted to do was follow Thornhill around as they were beyond suspicious of her. There’s been a string of killings involving a monster; a hyde as it was called. Y/N L/N was almost one hundred percent certain that Thornhill’s the one that’s been controlling it—and looks like they were right. How had things come to this? It was the million dollar question.
While Wednesday Addams was suspicious of Xavier Thorpe for being said monster and Dr. Kinbott of being said master—it was very much so the last thing Y/N believed—they’ve done an investigation of their own and came to find Thornhill responsible.
Ever since she began working at Nevermore Academy, she had been way too nice, and it was because she had a nefarious plan. She wasn’t the person that everyone thought; to be honest, the werewolf teen wasn’t even all that surprised once they began suspecting.
What surprised them the most was that the monster turned out to be their boyfriend of a year. He hadn’t verbally spoken about it but they knew him and they could tell that there was something wrong. The last time the two were on a date, they noticed he received an angry text from Thornhill and he left as soon as he found an opportunity.
Y/N wasn’t stupid and no, they didn’t want to believe that their boyfriend was the hyde, but their evidence pointed towards him. The question remained—why was Tyler forced to kill people? There was no way he was doing it because he wanted to…never would they accept that as an answer.
The werewolf thought they were sneaky but as it turned out, the teacher was aware that they were on to her, so she led them into an obvious trap; it being obvious now that they were in this position. She injected them with something that knocked them out as quickly as possible, and now here they were, sitting in an abandoned house with chains around them.
“Who else have you told,” was the first thing the woman asked them after they came to.
“What? About you being a psychopath?” To be honest, Y/N could be quite sarcastic and their comment earned a slap on their face—the right cheek to be specific. The woman’s action proved that the teenager struck deep with their words.
“You won’t be laughing when your boyfriend comes and kills you just because I want him to.” Thornhill gave a sickening smile.
The teenager’s expression turned darker at the mention of the boy they loved. “Why did you do this to someone as sweet as him? He shouldn’t be involved with you. You’re using him to do your dirty work and manipulating him.”
Y/N had always been protective of the boy, as was proven by their words. It didn’t even matter if it ended up with her slapping them again, they needed to speak their mind. He was such a sweetheart and since the killings began, they could tell that Tyler wasn’t okay mentally.
“Why? You outcasts shouldn’t exist. You are nothing but an abomination! Sweet Tyler will help me put an end to you, all of you. You’re not as smart as you think, by the way. After I caught you following me, I realized that. Did you think you’d get away with it? You are so stupid. You and Wednesday are a pain in my ass, but at least Addams hasn’t caught onto this yet.” Thornhill ranted on and on.
She took a breath before continuing, “I have waited years for this and I’m not going to be stopped by a dirty werewolf. Everything was taken from me! My brother was killed by you outcasts and so were my parents.”
The teenager fought the urge to roll their eyes at the woman’s obvious grudge. “You do realize that it’s not going to bring anyone back, right? I wasn’t even born thirty years ago when your brother died, so how is that on me? How is that on Nevermore’s student body? You seriously need therapy, Laurel.”
“You weren’t but that hardly matters! It was an outcast to blame and none of you should be alive anyways. I’d be doing normies quite the favor.” Laurel Gates glared at the teen as she was absolutely livid after speaking about her family’s deaths.
Y/N was about to argue with their captor but paused once they heard the sound of quick footsteps approaching. It wasn’t long before the familiar being could be seen by both the werewolf and human. It was relieving to now have someone else in the room and not just be stuck with Laurel Gates and her horrible obsession.
It made them feel disgusted to be in a room with Laurel Gates knowing what she forced their boyfriend to do; she manipulated Tyler, lied to him, and was basically grooming him. If the werewolf wasn’t chained up, they sure as hell wouldn’t take it easy on her. They did have a strong desire to end this all for Tyler; he deserved so much better in their eyes.
Speaking of the Galpin boy, he was shocked to see his partner sitting on the ground with chains wrapped around their chest and their arms. He stood there with a poker face but his eyes told a different story—he was quite honestly horrified to see the sight and that’s something that Y/N noticed when the couple met each other’s gazes.
“What is N/N doing here?” Tyler asked with an unreadable tone.
Laurel went to explain but was cut off by the kidnapped teenager as they didn’t want the woman’s voice sounding through the room. “I was suspicious of psycho over here and I followed her—turns out I wasn’t sneaky like I thought and she drugged me. I woke up like this and I’ve had to deal with her annoying ass.”
Tyler couldn’t help but want to laugh at his partner’s description of the woman but the boy was able to suppress such feelings. He was genuinely concerned about them since he was aware how Laurel felt; anyone that’s investigating the monster or suspicious had ended up dead or would be. That’s how she wanted things done.
Laurel had an angered expression plastered on her features and she moved closer to the werewolf again, striking their face again due to their sharp words. Said strike stung like a blazing fire from the force but Y/N didn’t see any point in giving the woman satisfaction.
The Galpin watched his master hit his lover and something primal in him was opened up like a Pandora’s Box—he was disgusted with the scene in front of him and all he felt in the moment was this overwhelming urge to just protect the person he loved. It wasn’t a want but it was a need; everything within him told him to protect Y/N with whatever means the action would take.
His eyes never strayed from his partner and their eyes eventually met his once again. He could see that they were in pain, most likely from being hit and the tightness of the chain wrapped around them. He attempted to his best ability to keep his emotions from being showcased on his features but it was quite a challenge.
The hyde inside was screaming to be let out but he fought over control. He hated Laurel, especially in this exact moment. She may be his master and the person who unlocked the side of him that not even he knew about, but nothing would ever come close to Y/N. Their relationship meant everything to him and he had a special bond with them that he didn’t think possible until he met them.
“You might want to shut your mouth, wolf. It wouldn’t be wise to get on my bad side, but I guess you already have.” The Gates woman seethed before focusing back on Tyler with a sickeningly sweet smile escaping past her lips.
She then explained her next command, “We have an issue here as I’m sure you can see. This werewolf has discovered everything so we must not let them leave. They could run and tell, which we cannot have happen. We have so much more to do. I believe the only choice now is to kill them.”
Tyler’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the mere mention of killing his lover—that would not be happening! He would never allow any harm to come to them, he would rather die if he was one hundred percent honest. It really wasn’t a concept that could be thought as it very much so angered him.
“Absolutely not!” He defied Laurel’s words.
“Sweetie, come on. We have much more to do and it’s getting closer to the deadline. It’s only two weeks away from the big day.” She made her attempts at reminding him of their plans—well, her plan that she forced him to comply with.
By now, his breathing had become uneven—it was almost impossible to control the hyde inside. It was quickly taking over after these threats against Y/N were brought up by the Gates woman. He couldn’t let her hurt them.
Y/N noticed the changes in their boyfriend’s demeanor and could see that he was closer to losing control. It didn’t scare them like the way most people would think; it actually had the opposite effect and made them feel this sense of protection and safety. They were a lot more relieved that he was there but they didn’t want anything bad happening to him anymore.
Laurel also clocked these changes and she took a few steps back from the werewolf to make her way closer to the Galpin. “Just do this one thing and we won’t have to stress. It will be over before you know it.”
Those were the wrong choices in words.
A darkened expression made its way onto Tyler’s features and it showed that he was completely pissed off. Laurel backed away from him with a questioning gleam glazing her eyes. Never had the boy been like this, so what had changed? He looked absolutely bloodthirsty and ready to end her life.
She then remembered something she read whilst researching hydes—the species could have a soulmate and if a hyde did, they had a protective streak and would do absolutely anything for said person. Masters actually didn’t matter in the case of a hyde having a mate, and more often than not the creature wouldn’t hesitate in killing their master if it’s a way to save or protect their mate.
“Well shit, that shouldn’t be possible.” She voiced after coming to the realization.
Y/N raised a brow out of curiosity. “What do you mean?”
“Me threatening you made him angry and he refuses to kill you like I want him to. What I say doesn’t seem to matter now because you’re apparently his soulmate. It’s tragic to be honest.” The auburn haired woman gave a sigh after revealing the important details.
“If anyone’s dying, it’s you.” Tyler shot back before he transformed into the creature—he was blinded by his rage and couldn’t think of anything else other than keeping his lover and Laurel apart. To him, Laurel was enemy number one who needed to be eliminated.
Once he was in hyde form, he growled at the auburn haired woman. Y/N smiled at this as they always knew deep down that he would never hurt them. He wasn’t scary to them—but seeing fear in Laurel’s eyes, they really enjoyed seeing her panic. She knew that he was targeting her and bolted outside of the old Gates residence as fast as she could.
Y/N couldn’t get a word in since the hyde did not hesitate in chasing after the woman, the mission being to do whatever possible to get her away from the werewolf. The Nevermore student was left alone and they attempted to break out of the chains, which would end up being impossible since the night wasn’t a full moon type of night. They could turn and escape like they wished.
All they could do was wait until Tyler came back and they were certain he would, but it was a matter of when. Time passed slowly and they were bored until they heard a loud scream coming from a little ways away; the auburn haired woman had been attacked and most likely killed but Y/N couldn’t find it in themself to care.
How could they when she hated outcasts and had treated their boyfriend so horribly? Not to mention the murders and revenge on all outcasts that she planned. To them, Tyler killing her would be poetic in a sense.
Speaking of, the Galpin boy rushed back in the room a couple minutes later, now having a different outfit on since his previous outfit had been shredded to pieces in the midst of his transformation. In his hand, they noticed a key and instantly they had a feeling that it was one to their freedom.
Tyler kneeled down next to them and fiddled with the lock. He was sweating a bit and he was almost nervous looking. All the teenage werewolf wanted was to bring the boy into a hug and never let go—honestly both of them could use the comfort and it was obvious.
As soon as he freed them, he helped them stand back up. The H/C haired being didn’t hesitate in wrapping their arms around Tyler and brought him as close to their body as he could be. There was a moment of silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable, rather it was a welcomed thing. Neither of them wished for the warm embrace to cease but honestly, so many things needed talked about.
Tyler was the one who pulled away first and his partner could see the fearful gleam in his eyes. They noticed how he couldn’t seem to meet their gaze at first.
“What’s wrong bub?” They asked after they raised a hand and stroked his right cheek, a movement meant to comfort him further.
The Galpin couldn’t find his words starting out but his lover was patient with him and had no qualms with waiting for him. He had a million reasons why he loved them but the patience they had with him and the care did make the high-end of the list.
Tyler sighed before softly speaking what the problem was. “Please don’t be mad at me—I didn’t want to do anything she made me do. I-I’m not that person, at least I don’t want to be. I wanted to tell you so badly but Laurel…she kept telling me that you would hate me.”
A tear slid down the boy’s face and it broke his partner’s heart to see. Tyler had issues in the past but he had worked hard on both himself and making up for past actions. The relationship he had with Y/N helped him get through so much and the E/C eyed being did always make him want to be better.
The Nevermore student shook their head, a half-smile forming on their lips. “My love, it’s impossible for me to be mad, at least at you. She manipulated and groomed you. She did horrible things and made you go along with it. It’s not your fault.”
Tyler brought his love back into his embrace and relaxed a bit, having the opportunity to calm down somewhat. What did he ever do to deserve someone so caring? He was the most thankful for the other teenager.
“I killed her,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.
“I had a feeling but you were ultimately right for doing so. I don’t know what she planned to do in two weeks but I’m sure it wasn’t any good. You stopped whatever that was and it makes it better that you’re free from her.” To be honest, Tyler being free of Laurel was the best part to Y/N.
Y/N continued by saying, “I’m not sure what is typically supposed to happen when hydes kill their masters, but she seemed surprised when you wanted to protect me. She said an interesting thing before—she said that I was your soulmate. I guess that explains why the hyde found it easy to defy her. I’d love to do some research on it but I think that means our bond is stronger than anything.”
Tyler smiled at the mention of Y/N being his soulmate and the thought made him feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. He didn’t know that soulmates existed until now but it was obvious that the two had that type of a relationship. He would do anything for them, as would they for him. It had always seemed to be that way, even when the two were just friends.
“It makes sense. The feelings I have for you, they’re so strong. I love you with everything in me and sometimes it’s scary, but I would never want that to change. I don’t see how it could though.” Tyler never had an issue with expressing his feelings to the person he had such an immense fondness for.
Y/N was beyond jovial after hearing what he thought about them. Their smile widened as a result and they couldn’t help but to place a gentle kiss on the side of Tyler’s neck; the H/C haired being rubbed their left hand up and down his back afterwards.
“It’s you and me against the world, baby. I’m always so grateful that we met and that you fell in love with me just as much as I had. To be honest, I feared back then that I wouldn’t find the right person, but I found that in you, and I couldn’t be happier.” Y/N’s tone was a lot more calm than before and it worked so well to further relax the Galpin boy.
The two remained in each other’s arms for a couple minutes longer before the werewolf’s brain seemed to remember that Laurel was dead outside of the abandoned house. The two of them would need to leave since they would be in quite the predicament if Tyler’s dad showed up or something.
Hesitantly, the L/N teen pulled away, which caused Tyler to almost pout since he wasn’t ready for that to happen. His lover laughed, it sounding like music to his ears.
“Bub, we have to go, we can’t stay here. We can go back to your place or I can sneak you into my dorm. My roommate is with their girlfriend for the night so we have the room to ourselves.” Y/N offered the options to the boy and waited for him to decide of the next course of action.
“Can we go back to your dorm? Please.” He didn’t want to go back home and risk seeing his father. Sheriff Galpin most likely wouldn’t return to the household for the night but the curly haired teen never really knew.
“Of course,” the Nevermore student assured Tyler.
They looked down and took a hold of one of his hands before the couple began walking out of the old Gates household. Tyler Galpin had driven himself there which was great as it was a little ways away to Nevermore from the house.
The drive was quiet but it was a comfortable silence that neither teenager minded. It was needed at the time but once they arrived to the Academy and Y/N snuck him into their dorm, the rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms.
Y/N L/N and Tyler Galpin were there for one another when they needed it the most and their relationship proved to be stronger than ever.
author’s note!
the ending is a bit rough but overall i love this idea and concept.
sooo.... I saw an idea post about if tyler finds the reader after he escapes and he was going to come into her dorm but has to flee because Wednesday catches him. Wednesday moves reader into a safe house, and this is what happens. enjoy!
Wednesday’s blade was still drawn, her expression flat but her eyes razor-sharp as they scanned the storm-slick window for a sign of Hyde or Tyler shaped silhouette.
“He was here,” she said again, though it wasn’t a question.
You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. “He broke in. I didn’t ask him to. He, he cornered me.”
For a moment, Wednesday studied you. Not with pity, but with the unnerving precision she reserved for crime scenes. Then, finally, she sheathed her blade.
“You can’t stay here. He’ll come back. And the next time, I may not arrive in time to stop him.”
“Where would I even go?”
Her expression didn’t shift, but there was a flicker of calculation in her eyes. “There’s a place. Few know it exists, fewer still can enter without invitation.”
That’s how you found yourself trudging through the storm an hour later, following Wednesday across Nevermore’s sprawling grounds, past the gargoyles and twisting stone paths that seemed older than time itself. She led you toward the edge of the woods, where ivy strangled an ancient stone archway.
“This was a sanctuary during the Witch Hunts,” Wednesday explained in her flat monotone. “The outcasts who survived built this place as a refuge. It’s been used ever since, for those who need to disappear.”
When you stepped inside, the air changed. The safe house wasn’t just a building, rather it felt alive, humming faintly against your skin. The walls bore faint runes, glowing softly in the candlelight as though they remembered every soul who had once sought protection here.
“This will hold him back?” you whispered.
Wednesday’s mouth twitched in something almost like a smirk. “It will hold back everything.”
The following days blurred into discipline.
At first, the memories of Tyler left you raw, shaken. But under Wednesday’s cold guidance—and your own burning determination—you refused to stay weak.
Telekinesis had once come to you like instinct, effortless, a part of your bloodstream. But since the battle at Crackstone’s crypt, since Tyler’s claws had ripped into your stomach, everything had dulled. The scars across your skin weren’t just reminders—they were barriers.
The first night in the safe house, you collapsed after moving a candle an inch. But you forced yourself up again.
By the third day, your control sharpened. Books flew to your call. Daggers suspended midair without trembling. You could shatter a glass with the flick of a wrist.
By the seventh, your power sang in your veins again. Stronger. Sharper. Ruthless.
And in the rare hours between training, you immersed yourself in your other obsession: your research. Immunotherapy protocols scribbled across chalkboards, DNA sequences mapped onto parchment, breakthroughs blooming under candlelight. It kept your mind sharp, your heart steady. It reminded you of who you were beyond him.
You were not the girl who froze under his touch. You were more than his ghost.
But then the notes began.
Slipped under your door, tucked into the folds of your books, left on your pillow.
You can’t hide from me.
I still feel you.
You’re mine.
You burned the first few. Ignored the next. You buried yourself in training, in science, in focus.
He would not derail you again.
The storm that night felt different.
It wasn’t just the rain against the stained glass or the groan of the wind through the rafters—it was in the air, thick and electric, crawling over your skin like a warning. Every flash of lightning illuminated the runes carved into the walls of the safe house, their glow flickering, almost as if they were faltering.
You had been bent over your desk for hours, ink staining your fingertips, scattered papers covered in immunotherapy notes and sketches of molecular pathways. It should have been enough to keep you grounded. To keep you tethered to logic, to science, to anything but him.
But when the candlelight stuttered and the shadows deepened, you knew.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your power stirred in your veins before your conscious mind caught up.
And then you heard it.
“Miss me?”
Your blood iced.
You turned, and there he was.
Tyler stood just inside the doorway, framed by the storm behind him. Rain clung to him, running down the sharp lines of his jaw, dripping from his dark curls onto the stone floor. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric plastered against muscle, every inch of him sculpted by the storm.
But it was his eyes that undid you—those storm-gray eyes locked on you with a hunger that was both devastating and familiar.
Your chair scraped back violently as you rose. The air around you vibrated, telekinetic energy flaring in response to your pulse. “Get. Out.”
His mouth curved in a slow, almost lazy smirk, though there was nothing casual about the way his gaze devoured you. “Not even a hello? After all this time?”
“I said get out,” you snapped, your voice sharper than the thunder outside. “You’re not welcome here. This place should have kept you out.”
He stepped forward, unconcerned. The runes on the walls pulsed faintly, resisting him—but he kept coming, as though the house itself bent to his will.
“You really think stone and symbols could keep me from you?” His voice was low, dangerous, threaded with heat. “Nothing could.”
You lifted a hand, books rattling on their shelves, a pen lifting into the air beside you, vibrating with your power. “Try me.”
For a moment, something flickered across his face—pride, almost admiration. “You’ve gotten stronger.”
“I had to,” you hissed. “Because of you. Because you broke me.”
That cracked his smirk. His jaw tightened. “I never wanted to break you.”
“You lied to me.” The words tore out of you, raw, vicious. The pen snapped midair with the force of your fury. “You made me love you while you slaughtered people I cared about. Do you know what that felt like? To realize every kiss, every whisper, every promise was just a mask?”
His voice roughened, breaking through the storm. “They weren’t lies. Not with you. Not for a second.”
“Don’t.” You tried to shove him back with your power, but he held his ground. The invisible force rippled against him like wind against a cliff.
“You think I wanted this?” he growled, stepping closer, each stride a collision course. “You think I chose the Hyde? The blood on my hands?” He stopped just in front of you, his chest rising and falling hard, heat radiating off him despite the storm’s chill. “The only choice I made was you.”
You laughed, bitter and sharp, though your heart was racing against your ribs. “Choosing me? That’s what you call it? Using me? Lying to my face while you killed in the dark?”
His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. The force rattled the shelves, sent a candle crashing to the ground. Your body jolted—but you didn’t flinch away.
“Don’t twist this,” he snarled, eyes burning into yours. “You were the only thing that made me feel human. Every time I touched you, every time you said my name—it was the only part of me that wasn’t the monster.”
Your breath hitched as his body pressed close, his heat bleeding into you, his storm-soaked shirt brushing your chest. The scent of rain and pine clung to him, familiar and devastating.
“You’re insane,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you, trembling, frayed.
“Maybe,” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “But you still want me.”
Your fists clenched, telekinetic energy surging until every book in the room lifted an inch from the shelves, trembling in the air. “You don’t get to tell me what I feel.”
“Then tell me you don’t feel it.” His lips ghosted down your jaw, barely a touch, but it burned. “Tell me you don’t remember how it felt when it was just us. When the world didn’t matter.”
“I hate you,” you spat, but it came out choked, your chest heaving against his.
“Liar,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “Your body knows the truth.” His hand slid down, firm at your waist, pressing you back against the wall. His thumb traced the edge of your scar through your shirt, making your stomach seize.
You gasped, fury colliding with something hotter, something shameful. “Don’t—”
“I think about this scar every night,” he growled softly. “What I did to you. What it cost me. And still—still—I’d burn for another second with you.”
The storm outside roared, lightning flashing so bright it lit his face in silver. His pupils were blown wide, his expression unhinged with longing, obsession, regret.
“Why are you here?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thunder.
His forehead pressed to yours, damp curls brushing your skin. “Because I can’t stay away. Because I’d rather die by your hand than live without you. Because even if you hate me, even if you never forgive me—you’re mine.”
Your power wavered, faltered, sparking out in the air around you. Books dropped to the floor with heavy thuds.
Your heart was screaming, your body trembling, your lips hovering just a breath from his.
“Say it,” he murmured, his voice raw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Say you don’t want me, and I’ll leave.”
The words caught in your throat.
Because you couldn’t. And you hated yourself for it.
Your lips parted, but no sound came out. His demand hung between you like a live wire.
“Say it,” Tyler whispered again, voice cracked and raw, his forehead pressing harder to yours. “Say you don’t want me.”
You should have. You wanted to. But your pulse betrayed you, hammering against your ribs like it might break free.
The silence was enough of an answer.
His breath hitched, and then his mouth was on yours.
It wasn’t gentle—it was desperate, bruising, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could keep him alive. You shoved at his chest, telekinesis sparking uncontrolled, rattling every object in the room. But the second his tongue slid against yours, a fire erupted through you so consuming it made you moan against him.
“Stop—” you gasped between kisses, your hands still pushing, still fighting—
but your body betrayed you, arching into his.
“Never,” he growled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist like he could fuse you to him. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”
Your fury flared hot, sharper than your desire, and you shoved with your power. Tyler slammed back against the opposite wall, his breath punched out of him. For a moment, you stood there, chest heaving, your power surging through your veins like wildfire.
“You don’t get to come back into my life like this,” you spat, stalking toward him, telekinesis holding him pinned to the wall. His chest rose and fell, muscles straining against the invisible force. “You don’t get to break me, then act like I should forgive you just because you still want me.”
Lightning cracked outside, thunder shaking the floor. The storm was inside you now, surging, boiling.
Tyler’s lips twisted into a grim smile, even as he fought against your hold. “I don’t want your forgiveness.” His eyes blazed into yours. “I want you.”
With a guttural growl of frustration, you released the hold—and in a blink, he was on you again. His body pressed you back against the wall so hard the breath left your lungs. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat.
“You hate me,” he rasped, his mouth hot against your jaw. “Say it again.”
“I—” Your words dissolved into a gasp as his teeth grazed your pulse. “I hate you.”
“Liar,” he breathed, his tongue brushing the same spot, making you shiver. “You want me to burn for what I did? Fine. But don’t pretend you’re not burning too.”
Your hands clutched at his soaked shirt, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer. His lips moved down your neck, slow and sinful, each touch unraveling you further.
“You deceived me,” you gasped, fury spiking again even as heat pooled low in your stomach. “You used me.”
His head snapped up, his eyes wild. “No. I saved myself with you. You were the only part that was real.” His thumb traced your bottom lip again, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You still are.”
The fight bled out of you in a shuddering breath. Your power flickered around the room, sending papers fluttering, candles extinguishing. You hated him. You wanted him. Both truths carved into you like scars.
When his mouth crashed back onto yours, you didn’t stop him this time.
The kiss was molten, all teeth and heat and desperation. You clawed at him, nails dragging down his chest, ripping buttons loose. He groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming with a hunger that made your knees tremble.
“Tell me to stop,” he begged against your lips, his forehead pressed to yours again, his breath ragged. “Tell me, and I swear I will.”
But the word wouldn’t come.
Because you didn’t want him to.
You surged up, kissing him harder, biting his lip, tasting the blood and the rain and the wreckage of everything between you.
And Tyler Galpin smiled against your mouth like a man who had just won a war.
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Warning(s):
The One Where: Tyler finds out he's the Hyde and Reader does everything to help him
Paring: Tyler Galpin x Clairvoyant Reader
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You sat at Weathervane with Wednesday waiting for Tyler to serve you your coffee. You smile kindly at him taking the cup from him your hand slightly grazing his. He doesn’t notice the way you inhale sharply as he sits down next to you after giving Wednesday her Quad. Wednesday watches your breathing pick up as you put your silk glove back on.
“So what are your plans for today?” Tyler asked. Tossing an arm over your shoulder.
“I’m supposed to have therapy in an hour but my therapist is dead” Wednesday says.
“Any leads on your little monster?” Tyler asked taking a sip from your coffee. Before Wednesday could answer a customer walked in. Tyler got up quickly attending to them.
“What did you see?” Wednesday leans forward interrogating you.
“I saw his mother, and it wasn’t pretty” You said.
After Wednesday had put Xavier in jail and went to visit Tyler, when he had hugged her in relief of her being alive she had a vision. Now Wednesday had you use your clairvoyance to confirm her vision.
“And I’m back” Tyler sat next to you again. Wednesday gave you a stern look making you sigh heavily as you took both your gloves off setting them on the table.
“Wednesday put Xavier in jail, he’s the Hyde” you said grabbing Tyler’s hand. You tensed immediately as different visions crossed your minds.
“Wow, that’s shocking, I thought Xavier was a creator” Tyler said referring to Xavier’s ability to bring art to life.
“We thought so too, but we found all the victims belongings in his art shed” Wednesday said. Tyler noticed how you let go of his hand grabbing your head.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Raging headache, can I get a water?” You asked him tears brimming your eyes.
“Of course” Tyler got up quickly going to the back room to grab a water bottle.
The look you gave Wednesday told you everything she needed to know making her glare at Tyler. You grabbed her hand grabbing her attention.
“I don’t think he knows what he’s doing, he might have a clue from it but he’s not aware, I think he’s scared”
“That doesn’t stop him from being a monster”
“He needs help, I know someone” You said. Wednesday watched as you grabbed your gloves just as Tyler came back.
“I have to go” You said grabbing the water bottle. You didn’t say anything else as you kissed his cheek before leaving. The pair watched you pull out your phone as you left the cafe.
~
“Xavier”
“Y/n”
You entered the room where they had him locked up, an officer sat at the desk by the door eyeing you.
“Give me your hand” You snatched your glove off holding your hand out to him. The officer watched in confusion as you stuck your hand through the bars. Xavier knew what you were doing and didn’t question any of it as he grabbed your hand.
“What happened?” He whispered lowly to you prettying his forehead against the bars.
“Wednesday had a vision Tyler’s the Hyde, I used my sensitivity and she’s right” You said.
“So why do you need me” Xavier asked.
“Gathering Evidence” You said.
When you were done you let go of him putting your glove back on.
“We’ll get you out of here, I promise” You told him. Xavier could only nod in hope as he watched you leave.
“Tyler, what are doing here” you asked seeing him talking with his dad.
“Y/n, I just came to see my dad before I headed home” Tyler said. He walked over to you wrapping an arm around you in a side hug. “Are you okay, you’ve been acting a little funny today” he asked.
“I’m fine, I’ve just had a lot on my mind today. I just finished visiting Xay” You said resting your head against his chest.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, isn’t he the Hyde?” Tyler asked. You looked up at him seeing genuine concern in his eyes. You sigh heavily dropping your head.
“Despite all the evidence against him, I know he’s innocent, he was falsely accused” You told him.
“How do you know?” Tyler asked. You shrug in response. “Hey do you want me to take you back to Nevermore, I know it’s a pretty long walk”
“That’d be nice, please”
Tyler said goodbye to his father, the sheriff waving you both off as you got in Tyler’s car.
“Talk to me, what’s been up with you today?” Tyler asked making you sigh heavily.
“My clairvoyance has just been off the charts today, I’m tired and my head hurts” You explain.
“Have you been using it?” He asked. He noticed how you uncomfortably shifted in your seat when he asked that.
“Not on purpose” You lie.
“Y/n you kept taking your gloves off at Weathervane, especially when you went to touch me” He stated. You knew he want stupid and was wondering about that. But Wednesday just had to insist that you use your powers on him.
“I’ve just been feeling insecure lately that’s all, I wanted to go inside your mind to make me feel better about myself” You explain which while technically it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t the truth.
“What do you have to be insecure about baby?” Tyler put a hand on your thigh sparing you a glance before looking back at the road.
“Ever since Wednesday came you’ve just been so fond of her. You and Xavier both, and I have nothing against her, I just felt like she was taking my best friend and my crush at the same time” You admit as you fiddle with your gloves.
Both you and Tyler had expressed feelings for each-other a long time ago. But due to Xavier’s distaste for him you decided to not make a relationship out of anything until Xavier felt more comfortable around the normie, or at least what you thought was a normie.
“Y/n, I like you, a lot, and sure Wednesday is cool and everything- but she’s not you. You mean a lot to me, I’m willing to wait however long it takes for us to be together” Tyler grabbed your hand as he pulled up to Nevermore’s gates.
“But the Rave’N-”
“I only agreed to go to the dance with Wednesday cause she asked first of all, and she didn’t want to look suspicious being at the dance by herself while she scoped out Xavier, she filled me in on her plans when I picked her up” Tyler explained.
“I’m sorry I feel so stupid now” You chuckle dryly putting your hands to your face. Tyler grabs both your hands pressing his palm against your cheek. You inhale as you start to have visions of him again “Tyler…”
“Yes?”
“If you ever felt like there was something wrong with you, you would tell me, right?” You asked.
“What do you mean by that?” Tyler asked dropping his hand.
“You know my gifts can help better your mental health, I just, if you ever feel down I want you to know that you have me” You explained.
“I also know that over using your gift causes you headaches, I rather suffer myself than let you suffer for me” Tyler smiles poking your head. “Now go, before Weems has a fit” He said. You smile leaning over the consol pecking his cheek before getting out the car.
xxx
Enid couldn’t help it, the stern look you had given her sent her into a blabbering haze. You storm into Xavier’s shed finding Tyler tied up to a chair and Wednesday asking him all sorts of questions.
“What are you doing!?” You yell running over to Tyler checking up on him.
“Y/n please get me out of here, she thinks I’m a monster” Tyler pleads.
“Wednesday this is not the way to do this” You scold.
“We both know he’s the Hyde Y/n, look his mom was a student here!” Wednesday argues showing you the picture.
“Fine, my mom was an outcast, that doesn’t make me a monster” Tyler argues.
“According to her personal medical records-” Wednesday said grabbing a file off a table.
“You stole her medical records?” You and Tyler ask in unison
“Technically Thing did, he took them from your garage, your father’s quite the pack rat” Wednesday said opening the folder. “Her postpartum depression triggered her condition”
“My mom had severe bipolar disorder”
“We both know that’s a lie, she was a Hyde” Wednesday spits. “And your father has been living his life in dread, never quite sure whether or not she passed her condition on to you”
“Are you all gonna stand there and let her do this to me?” Tyler asked in panic. “Y/n” He looks up at you. You bite your lip tears brimming your eyes as you cup his face in both hands.
“I promise I won’t let her hurt you” You said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tyler says.
“Uh guys, Enid just texted, Thornhill’s suspicious” Ajax said. “How long until he morphs into that… thing?” Ajax asks.
“I’m not the monster” Tyler said his voice quivering.
“You are, I saw it in a vision at the Weathervane” Wednesday let go of your hand taking out a kit filled with tools.
“Wait You’re basing all this off some vision you had? Is that something you can trust?” Tyler argues.
“I saw it to Ty” You admit. “You’re the Hyde, there’s no doubt about it” You tell him. Tyler’s breathing picks up as you try calming him down Wednesday pulls out a bag taking tools out of it.
“Wednesday what are you doing?” Bianca asked.
“Just some light torture, don’t worry I won’t leave a mark” Wednesday said pulling out more tools. You stand up straight pivoting to face the Addams girl.
“Wednesday hold on” Bianca tried to reason.
“Wait are you being serious?” Ajax asked causing Wednesday to pivot and face him.
“There’s only one thing that a Hyde understands,” She slams down the tool she has pulling a taser from her back pocket, “Pain” she stated tasing the side of Tyler’s neck.
“Wait no Wednesday” Everyone yells.
“Wednesday!” You yelled pulling Wednesday’s arm way from Tyler’s neck. Tyler starts crying in panic you trying your best to calm him down. You go to take off your gloves and put them on his head but he resists.
“No don’t touch me, why? You promise you’d never use your clairvoyance on me, why?” Tyler yells at you.
“I had to Tyler please, let me help you” You talk to him as everyone leave arguing with Wednesday.
“Wednesday, I didn’t sign up for this, let’s go to Weems, explain everything” Bianca says.
“Weems won’t help, and Tyler is always one step ahead of his father” Wednesday said pulling out another taser.
“Then You’re on your own” She says walking out. .
“No, don’t leave me here with her, please! I’m begging you please!” Tyler begs as he starts breathing heavily.
“Wednesday stop, he’s obviously not aware of what he’s done” You said standing in front of Tyler protectively.
“He knows, he’s always known” Wednesday says shoving you out of the way. “What is Kinbott, or should I say Laurel Gates, using in you for?” She asked. When Tyler didn’t answer he got tasted causing you to try and strike Wednesday again only for her to taser you as well. “Tyler, the body parts in the basement of the Gates mansion, what was she collection them for?” Wednesday asks.
“I don’t understand why are you doing this?” Tyler asked. Sirens start to go off making you panic as Wednesday grabs a mallet.
“Wens, please stop this” You beg
“Let’s test your reflexes” She threatened.
“I’m in here!” Tyler yells.
“Get away from my son! Drop it!” Sheriff Galpin yells holding a gun up to Wednesday. Wednesday raised her hands dropping the mallet. You quickly crawl over to a panicked Tyler trying your best to calm him down.
“Please Y/n, please, I’m not a monster” He begs.
“Shh Shh I know I know you’re not honey, I’m so sorry” You say. You watch as Wednesday gets arrested and you and Sheriff Galpin get Tyler out of the chains.
At the station as you and Tyler file a case report you watch Wednesday argue with Galpin and Weems. When the two of you are done you sit down with Tyler watching as Wednesday leave with your principal.
“Y/n” Tyler looks at you with watery eyes.
“Yes honey” You say playing with his hair.
“I know I’m the monster, but I don’t wanna be” He admits quietly to you.
“I know honey, I called my stepdad, he can help you” You admit.
“That’s why you left the other day?” He asked.
“I called him on my way to see Xavier, his ex-wife was also a Hyde and he was her master, but he taught her how to control her transformation and she became dormant. So now she transforms at her own free will” You explain.
“Why did they divorce?” He asked.
“She’s a lesbian” You said making him snort a laugh. The small moment of happiness eased you.
“You have to tell me who your master is honey, like that we can cut your ties with her and he can help you” You said brushing his hair out of his face.
“I’m just scared, she’s a really good person, she’s the closest thing I’ve had to a mother figure since my mom died” Tyler said.
“Honey she’s using you, Laura’s Gates gates outcasts, and she’s using you to get rid of us, one by one, please you have to tell me” You pleaded with him. Tyler sighs heavily grabbing your hand. You had left your gloves in Xavier’s shed causing you to have a vision when he grabbed you.
xxx
When Sheriff Galpin went to collect Xavier to transfer him to the courthouse cell you had gone with him. You were visiting him and he allowed you to stay with him on the way to the courthouse.
"How's Tyler doing?" Galpin asked. You glanced at the rear view mirror seeing Xaviers reaction to the question.
"He's okay, little shaken up but nothing I can't handle" You said.
"Thank you for being there for him, it really means alot to me that you're helping him out" Galpin says. You smile in response adjusting yourself in your seat to look at Xavier
Not too long into the drive Galpin's phone starts going off causing him to tell Xay to shut up since the boy kept fighting against his chains. "Santiago what's up" He says.
"Sir, we got a situation, Eugene Ottinger's mom just called, frantic. Something's going on at Nevermore" She says over the phone.
"Get a couple of cars over there ASAP"
"That's just it I can't, the tires on the squad cars have been slashed, every damn one" Santiago says
"Alright I'm on the way" Galpin says, turning on the sirens and drifting the car causing you and Xavier to crash into the car doors.
"Warning would've been nice Sir" You grunted. Galpin apologises before quickly making his way to Nevermore's woods before parking the car.
"Why're we stopping in the middle of the woods?" Xavier asked as you both look over at his phone. "You tracking your little monster?" He asked.
"You shut it" The Sheriff says as he gets out the car. "Stay here" He tells you.
"Hey wait- wait wait, what about us!?" Xavier yells as the car door closes.
"Oh you asshole" You say before you start ransacking his car for the keys to get Xavier out.
"Enid's been filling me in on everything that's been happening. apparently Thornhill, Laurel, whatever her name is got ahold of Tyler before my stepdad could and he's transformed. We got to get you out of here as fast as possible and I have to get to Tyler before he hurts anyone else.
You hear thumping and pattering on the roof of the car before looking at the back window.
"Thing I love you!" You smile getting out of the car opening Xavier's door. Thing unlocks him with a bobby pin allowing the boy to be free.
"You head to the school, I'm gonna go after Tyler" You tell him
"What are you gonna do, how do you know he won't hurt you?" Xavier asked.
"I know Tyler, he's scared and he doesn't like who he is. If he's in his hyde form I'm gonna have to get into his head somehow"
"Y/n"
"I have to do this Xavier, I love him" You said sternly. Xavier nods before pulling you into a hug.
"Please stay safe, I can't lose you" He begs.
"You won't, my stepdad should be around here somewhere, when you see him don't let him leave your sights, I'll get Tyler over to you guys as soon as I can"
xxx
The gunshot is what caught your attention. You followed it seeing Tyler in his Hyde form.
"Tyler son, is that really you?" Galpin asked. Tyler roars as he targets his own father.
"Sheriff run!" You yell getting in between Tyler and his dad. The Hyde stops for a moment almost as if recognizing you, but a tackle from a blonde werewolf with pink and blue highlights snaps him out of it.
"Enid!" You said excitedly, "You wolfed out!" The werewolf nods proudly before sparing a glance as Tyler. "Enid I need to reach his head, I can snap him out of it" You say. Enid nods lowering herself so you can mount her back. You held on tightly to her nape as Tyler goes to attack her. Enid dodges but stand on her hind legs getting in Tyler's face.
You take the jump off her landing loosely on Tyler's shoulder. You scream in pain as he claws at your back. He struggles to get you off him as you swing your leg around his neck pressing your hands to his temple. Tyler claws at your face before successfully swinging you off him but you could tell he was struggling to keep whatever thoughts he had in line.
Enid tackles Tyler pinning him to the ground right infront of you. You scramble to reach his head blood falling into your vision as you felt his head. You pressed your hands against his temple as Enid struggled to keep him pinned.
xxx
Tyler watches as you walk into Weathervane. Prim and perfect posture. Your gloved hands were behind your back as you walked up to the counter asking for a coffee. When he didn’t respond you chuckled causing him to snap out of it.
“Sorry um, coffee?” He asked.
“With extra creamer and a cinnamon stick” You tell him.
“Right on it” Tyler said. You chuckle again when he bumped into the shelf behind him knocking down a few Ingredients.
x
“Tyler right?” You asked as you walked into Weathervane.
“Yes, and sorry I never caught your name”
“Y/n, pleasure to meet you” You held out your hand
“Right back at you” Tyler smiles softly shaking your hand
x
“What the hell is wrong with you” You scold storming into Weathervane.
“What what what did I do?” Tyler asked as you took of your glove smacking him with it. He set down the cup of hot chocolate he was holding grabbing your wrists.
“You ruined Xavier’s Mural? Why would you- how could you- I can’t even look at you right now” You smack him one more time after freeing your wrists.
“Y/n please, you know that’s not me, I just, I’ve been hanging out with the wrong crowd lately I guess” Tyler said. Once you had calmed down the grabbed the cup again delivering it to the table. “I’m sorry, I really am Y/n, you can check my head I just- I guess I just wanted to fit in” Tyler apologizes.
You sigh heavily putting your glove back on, “I’m an outcast Ty, there’s no such thing as fitting in, trust me”
x
“I think I'm in love with you” You mumble softly causing Tyler to stop talking mid sentence.
“What?” he asked with a cheeky smirk. You sit up straight in your seat clearing your throat.
“Uh, nothing, nothing, you were saying” You say gesturing for him to continue.
“I love you too” He smiles making you turn bright red.
xxx
Tyler groans as he wakes up finding himself in your arms. Galpin had left to get him a change of clothes while you respectfully covered him up with your jacket.
“I’ll be okay Enid, you can go” You say. Enid nods her head wrapping her pink coat around herself tighter before walking away.
“Y/n?” Tyler looks up at you groggy. His vision blurred by blood and dirt.
“Hey Ty, how you feeling?” You ask brushing strand of hair off his face.
“Shitty, mentally and physically” He says trying to sit up. You stop him reminding he he has no clothes on and your jacket wasn’t doing much to cover.
“Here” You said lifting the bottom of your shirt to wipe his face. You got as much grim off his face as possible causing him to finally be able to see.
“I-” Tyler cut himself off when he caught sight of you. You had three gashes across your face and one under your chin. “Did I do that?” Tyler asked.
“No” You said without hesitation. “The monster did”
“But I am the monster” Tyler argues.
“You’re an outcast Tyler, an Outcast that doesn’t have control over his ability, you’re not a monster” You tell him. You ignore the sheer pain on your face and across your back, you just focus all your energy on the boy you’re holding.
“She’s not wrong” You and Tyler turn around finding Sheriff Galpin and your Step Dad walking up with a bag of clothes and a few other officers.
“C’mon, let’s help you two” Galpin says. Raphael and Galpin help the two of you up The sheriff helping his son dress.
“I’m very proud of you kid” Ralph says. You smile as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“We have Gates in custody, let’s get you in there as well so you can make a statement, Y/n if you could round up a few friends of yours that Can maybe come to Tyler’s defense, cause this is going to be complicated in court” Galpin says.
“Of course sir” you nod your head.
“I’m gonna head with Tyler, are you gonna be okay?” Ralph asked.
“Yeah yeah, go, he’s gonna need you” You tell him. Tyler looks back at you as he’s being walked off. You smile softly blowing him a kiss causing the smallest of smiles to appear on his face.
xxx
Wednesday, Xavier, and Enid came to Tyler’s defense, Bianca was even given permission to use her siren song on him and he admitted that at first he had no idea what was happening, but later had the thought that he might be the Hyde. While Laurel ended up with life sentence in prison after getting out of the hospital, Tyler was given three years of parol, and community service at Nevermore along with court ordered therapy.
Most of Kinbott’s clients had been transferred to Raphael. You being Clairvoyant started as his assistant to help his clients open up more snd calm them down from any anxiety that they had. Though you spent most of your time with Tyler.
“Are you ready Tyler?” Ralph asked.
“No” Tyler admitted nervously.
“I got you Tyler, we got you” You said. Right behind you was Wednesday, Bianca, Enid, and Xavier. Wednesday was holding Bianca’s amulet and Xavier had his sketchbook open to a drawing of Enid in her wolf form, the blonde hadn’t mastered the natural ability of wolfing out on command yet so the drawings were a backup. Every week for the past couple of months they all assisted Tyler in his control over his Hyde. Ajax and the other sirens often helped out as well when they could.
“You promise I won’t attack anyone?” Tyler asked.
“Laurel isn’t your master anymore, Raphael is so regardless of your transformation you won’t be tempted to attack us” Wednesday said.
“Actually judging by our other sessions I don’t think I’m his master” Ralph said.
“Then who is?” Bianca asked. Ralph looked down at you. You were taken aback before looking over at Tyler who sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.
“I’m your master?” You asked.
“Last time we did this my Hyde only listened to you” Tyler shrugs. Your hand goes up to the three scars you had crossing your face. They were almost completely healed along with the ones on your back. “I know you might not be comfortable with this, trust me I’m not either but, my Hyde and I only trust you”
You sigh heavily taking a step towards him. Xavier reached out to you grabbing your arm. He gives you a certain look as if asking if you were sure. You nodded your head walking up to Tyler taking off your gloves.
“I love you” You say pressing a hand to his temple.
“I love you too” He says. You back away when he starts to growl and his body starts morphing. Everyone gets in defensive stands Xavier getting ready to pull his drawing out of his book. You all watch as the Hyde in front of you stand still.
He looks down at himself almost as if it’s the first time he sees himself. He starts hyperventilating but before anyone could do anything you held an arm out as a sign for them to back off.
“Tyler?” You ask. Everyone sighs in relief as Tyler nods in his Hyde form. You smile brightly holding your hand up. Tyler presses his hand against your but backs away when you go to put his hand on your face. “It’s okay, you can touch me” You said softly. Tyler hesitantly presses his hand to the side of your face. His eyes softened as his claws ran through your hair. “Hi Handsome” you giggle.
Everyone took a stance agin when you squealed only Tyler to pick you up and set you on his shoulder.
“Awww that’s so sweet” Enid smiles softly.
“He finally has control over his Hyde” Bianca said.
“Is anyone else seeing the parallel between this and Bruce Banner and the Hulk?” Ralph asked.
“You know I was thinking the same thing” Xavier chuckles.
You laugh when Tyler finally sets you down. You grab his change of clothes handing it to him. You all watched as he went behind a few trees and boulders his form shrinking.
“I’m very proud of you guys” Ralph said watching Tyler come from behind the boulders excitedly.
“Why do you say that?” You asked.
“You guys defeated Laurel Gates, found out Tyler was the Hyde, and just helped him gain control over something everyone in the world said was impossible” He says.
“Yeah well, he’s our friend” Enid said holding Wednesday’s hand.
“Same way we help Enid wolf out we’ll help Tyler control his Hyde” You said as Tyler wraps his arm around you leaning you side to side.
“C’mon let’s have a celebratory dinner” Ralph says. Xavier grabs Bianca’s hand the two of them taking the lead with Wednesday and Enid in tow.
“I’m really proud of you Ty” You said looking up at him.
“I couldn’t have done it without you baby” Tyler smiles goofily leaning down pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
“Now C’mon, after dinner we should get you enrolled into Nevermore”
i love your fics sm… could i request tyler galpin x gn reader where he goes to reader’s house after he escaped and it’s soft and fluffy bc reader’s so happy to see their boyfriend again🙏thank you
Crawling Back To You | Tyler Galpin
Summary: If there's ever a place and a person all worth escaping to Tyler, it would be for you, all over again.
Pairing: Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader
Warnings: angst, long distance, mentions of Laurel/Thornhill manipulation, I HATE HER SM OMG, possessiveness, fluff
W.C: 854
A/N: Thank you to the lovely person who sent this. I was already thinking of writing something like this, but this already helped put me to work!
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The day Tyler had been taken to Willow Hill, is a day you'll never forget. You couldn't eat or sleep for a while when he was taken. It had been a certain amount of months and days you stopped counting and accepted the fact that you may never see him again.
Anything of him that reminds you of Tyler would make your mind think he's still there with you. Coffee, autumn, sheriff cars. The worst part is that he's not dead or the fact that you guys didn't break up. He's just gone. Away to a place where they possibly don't see him as human.
In a way that wasn't fair but was to protect people. The news released of him being a Hyde and killing multiple people, put you in a difficult light too. People would come by to your house, asking for interviews or if you somehow knew.
You were even asked if you were involved in it. Cameras and security alarms have been set up at your house, to let you know when someone has come by.
Paparazzi and news companies stopped coming to your house because of this, but the only person you want to come home to, was Tyler himself.
The memories of him were starting to fade away, his voice, his touch, and his smile. Photos of him and videos helped you, but it wasn't the same.
But that wasn't the case for Tyler. He still dreamed about you and waited one day, just one day. Even if it took years to see your face again.
If there ever was hope to get out, it's to see you. He didn't care if you moved on or not, knowing that you were safe, even if it was from himself brings him a sense of melancholy. It's bittersweet, him stuck in a room with no light and chained up all day, but the thought of you is like home to him.
Laurel, really Thornhill known to him when she came to see him by the supervision of two other Winston Hill nurses, tried to take you out of his mind. Saying things like "they probably forgotten you" or "you would go for someone more normal."
Those words, he heard, knew that it wasn't true. You will be the one he comes back to, no matter how many years it takes or if he dies while doing so.
Fate called upon a night. The electricity at Willow Hill has been shut down. All the gates of every patient were opened and every one escaped. Thornhill coming to free him, he knew his second chance to see you again will never come again.
After killing Thornhill and escaping shooting cops, he stumbled in the rain, going to your home. It took him at least 30 minutes to an hour to reach your place. He unknowingly set off the alarm at your place. Panicking, he opens a window and goes inside your home. You wake up at this and try to check your cameras quickly.
Creaking from the floorboards downstairs came and you wasted no time grabbing a bat. Checking each door upstairs to see if there was someone in your home. The alarm still ringing in your ears. Flashes of thunder would light up the house
In the dark, faintly you see a person. It was hard to tell. A thunder lit up the house and you thought you saw a person quickly move out of the reflection of the window.
The grip on the handle of your bat was hurting your hands, but you weren't letting go now. Another thunder, you saw the silhouette again.
"Come out and show yourself"
There was silence.
"I won't say it again. Come out right now, or I'll knock you out right now"
Thunder happened again and you standing face to face with Tyler. You stepped back, tears started to brim at your eyes. There he was, in your home, in the middle of the night. His hair is longer, no shirt, only sweatpants and soaking wet from the rain.
"Tyler?"
Before you could question how he made it out of Willow Hill, he goes towards, grabs your face and kisses you. The clattering sound of your bat drops as you hold him, not caring if he was wet from the rain. Your tears dripped down and went between your guys lips.
Both of you parted to catch your breath, but he was still holding your face. He wiped a tear from your face with his thumb.
Everything he rehearsed in his mind suddenly vanished, the second he was in your arms again.
"People are looking for me, I can't stay here long... I'll put you in danger."
You shook your head and quickly gave him a peck on the lips. Both of your foreheads pressed together.
"Stay"
"Y/N-" His breath fell more heavily.
"Please stay, just for the night."
"Ok, ok" The last ok turning into a faint whisper, he nodded and held you close.
The rain was still pouring but he's dry and home again. Back in your arms, like he knew he would be. The rest of the night was holding each other and no words spoken. You couldn't help the tears falling down to the fact he's really home with you.
Nothing and no one will take you from him or change his mind-not even tonight, in your own bed.
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I am currently obsessed with Wednesday again so please send requests, this one is just fluff.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
Willow Hill had rules strict ones. Especially when it came to Tyler Galpin.
He was locked away, chained in a room at the far end of the hall, kept separate from the rest of the patients. Dangerous, they said. Unstable. Better if no one got too close.
But you’d never been good at following rules.
The first time, it had been a whim. You’d pocketed an extra slice of cake during dinner—rich, frosted, the kind they never gave seconds of—and slipped quietly down the corridor. You pressed your ear to the door, heard the faint rattle of chains, and slid the plate carefully through the gap at the bottom.
“Don’t bother,” a rough voice muttered from inside. His voice.
You leaned against the wall, grinning. “What, you don’t like cake? Guess I’ll just eat it myself.”
There was silence, then the faintest clink of chains moving, and when you peeked again—the plate was gone.
From then on, it became routine. Every night you’d sneak in, crouching just far enough to slip a slice beneath the door. And every night he’d mutter something gruff in return:
“You’re wasting your time.”
“Shouldn’t you be scared of me?”
“Why do you keep coming back?”
And every night, you’d answer the same way—flirty, teasing, never backing down. “Maybe I just like bad boys in chains,” you’d whisper once, and you could’ve sworn you heard him choke back a laugh.
For weeks, he never gave you more than that. Until one night, when you slid the cake through and lingered, waiting for the usual dismissal.
But instead, his voice came softer, uncertain. “You always bring me the best piece.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Well, yeah. Wouldn’t want you to think I don’t spoil the people I like.”
The chains rattled as he shifted closer to the door. “You… like me?”
You smirked, even though he couldn’t see it. “Was that not obvious? I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, Galpin.”
Silence. Then—quiet, almost shy— “You’re… kind of infuriating, you know that?”
You grinned. “So I’ve been told.”
For the first time, you heard something that wasn’t bitterness or anger in his voice. Something warm. Teasing.
“Save me another slice tomorrow, sweetheart.”
And just like that, you knew: the chains didn’t matter. Somewhere in the cracks, through stolen cake and stolen moments, Tyler Galpin had started letting you in.
wait i take it back i have an idea. stay with me this may be too intricate so ignore it if you don’t wanna do it lol
but! reader and tyler were together before the hyde incident and he got taken away. reader seems to have the opposite effect of thornhill (??) where she calms him down and when he’s near her it’s like the hyde doesn’t exist. soooo reader goes with wednesday to visit tyler in the institution and she visits with him after wednesday has her interrogation. just super yearny stuff lol
—i don't think this is a good idea, —you whispered to wednesday, taking a few step back.
the door to the chamber were tyler was kept was open, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look inside. you hadn't even dared to glance through the reinforced window, but you knew he was in there. you'd heard him, talking to wednesday, while you stood outside, pressing your back to the wall. maybe if he told wednesday what she wanted to know, you wouldn't have to go in. maybe you could be spared from seeing him like that.
but tyler was not collaborating, you knew it when she opened the door looking for you. wednesday knew he wouldn't be able to resist to you.
—it's not, —wednesday agreed, —but you need to do it.
your throat tightened. you shook your head, —i don't know if i can.
—you can. you're the only one who can make him remember what he is besides the hyde.
and you turned, forcing your legs to move because you knew if you didn't do it, you were leaving your friends' lives at risk after those murders.
the fluorescent light from the ceiling blinked when you crossed the threshold into his chamber. cold sterile air hit you. and then you saw him, with big dark circles under his eyes, shirtless, skin pale against the harsh light. tyler looked exhausted and now confused too. his brow furrowed, his head tilted slightly like he couldn't trust his eyes.
tyler expected wednesday to come in and storm him again, he didn't even know you were here.
your name broke in his throat like he'd been holding it back for months. you took a shaky step closer when wednesday closed the door behind you. you didn't feel safe, after everything, how could you? yet you knew one thing with certainty. tyler wouldn't hurt you. not you.
—god... —his voice trembled as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against the bars. his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. —i thought i'd never see you again.
the chains at his wrists clinked as his fingers curled tight around the bars. his knuckles were white, as if he didn't hold onto the bars, he might reach straight through for you.
you managed a quick, nervous little smile though you hugged yourself, —well, here i am.
—you have no idea how it is to be here without you. i dream about you every night and then i wake up and it's just these walls, these chains. and i think about tearing this place apart, —his breathing became deeper, his chest raising and falling. —i've tried. i've tried to get to you...
his eyes widened with panic and fury, and you saw it. his hands twisted, fingers turning into claws.
—tyler...
but before he could fully shift, the collar around his neck flared with a sharp spark of light. a chocked groan left his mouth and his body jolted as he dropped to his knees. without thinking, you dropped down too, your knees hitting the cold concrete just on the other side of the bars. you pressed closer, desperate to catch his gaze.
—tyler, look at me. i'm here. i came to see you.
his forehead rested against the bars, chest heaving. he refused at first, shame in his face but at the sound of your voice his eyes finally lifted. it'd been so long since you'd seen those eyes looking at you like that, and for a second, you could see the soft barista that smelled like coffee, who wiped his hands on his apron just to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you across the counter like you were his favorite part of the day.
—i've missed you too, ty. every single day. i don't know how to live without you.
you rested your forehead against his. now there were chains instead of aprons, bruises in his hands instead of flour. but the second your skin touched his, the tension in his body began to fade.
you swallowed hard before you sneaked your hand past the cold metal bars until your fingers found the familiar curls at the back of his head. he shivered at the touch, the first soft and gentle one in months. tyler leaned into your palm. wednesday must have threatened security because there was no other way you were getting away with this.
she was looking the scene through the reinforced window at the other side of the door. tyler had been violent with her, full of rage and wild, and now he was on his knees, completely undone by your touch. by you.
you gulped. you were there with a mission and it was not to stroke his hair all night. you had to ask now, now that you had him in the palm of your hand, literally and metaphorically.
—tyler, i need you to tell me who wanted your father dead.
"fuck!' you called out, a certain plea in your voice. tyler slapped a hand over your mouth as he grunted, hips snapping into yours. tylers room was dimly lit, the only light being on was a desk lamp that just lit the room, his father was at work late (as per usual) so he invited you over.
your eyes rolled back as you felt him nudging closer and closer to your cervix, thighs tightening around his waist and toes curling. his hand stayed firm over your mouth muffling your noises, the other hovered over your stomach.
in a quick movement he replaced his hand with his mouth, swallowing your calls of his name and pornographic moans. his other pressed firmly down on your lower belly, almost making you scream, you could feel him even more now. every inch, you felt drilling in and out at a fast pace.
your hand gripped the navy sheets beneath you like you were grasping for dear life, and in the moment it felt like such. “ri- fuck! right there!!” you managed to squeak out, his lips disconnected from yours and his hands rested on either side of your head. tyler pressed his tounge into his cheek as he put all his remaining energy into drilling that one spongy sensitive spot deep inside you.
your legs tightened around his waist, thighs shaking. bubbles fluttering up your core and walls spasming around tyler, your mouth parted but only a pathetic moan came out. your eyes were clamped shut as you felt his hips smack into yours one final, hard time, a trickling feeling came from where the both of your bodies met.
the heat that filled your body started to drop, your eyes opened slowly and your grip on the sheets became lighter, your knuckles aching. between your legs were numb, feeling tyler twitch inside of you every few seconds.
saw ur tyler galpin post asking for requests so here i come😋 !my request will be a spoiler for season 2 part 1, just a heads up!
can u do a smut of him where he finds reader after escaping willow hill and fulfills his needs after not seeing her for months? reader just allows him and they go on for the entire night ;)
wednesday was late.
she said she'd be back before bedtime but it was pass midnight and you still haven't heard about her. enid wasn't here either. she'd gone off with bruno since wednesday insisted she stay out of the way. this meant your shared dorm with them in ophelia hall was emptier than usual, leaving you alone with your thoughts, something you'd been trying not to do since tyler got into willow hill.
you lay back on your bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind betraying you with memories you'd worked so hard to bury.
even now, knowing he was locked away, there was still pieces of him of lingering around you. the plushies he won for you at the fair sat on your shelf, photos of him that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away were at the bottom of your bedside table drawer, a couple of his shirts still in your closet.
you pushed yourself up after hearing the loud noise that came from outside your window. wednesday specifically told you to not try and be a hero, to run if something happened so you reached for the doorknob when someone pushed through the stained glass window. whoever it was, they knew how to get in.
your breath caught in your throat.
—tyler?
his name slipped out before you could stop it.
he stepped forward, feet dragging across the floor of your room. his hair was longer than the last time you saw him, though the soft caramel curls remained, damply sticking to his forehead. he was shirtless, only wearing the willow hill pajama pants hanging low on his hips. the scars across his chest gleamed with sweat. he must have run the whole way here, through the forest, right up to your window.
and your heart was beating so hard you could hear it in your ears.
—what are you doing here?
you walked to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you in a tight hug. one of tyler's arms went around your hip, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin.
—couldn't stay away from you any longer, —he grunted.
tyler inhaled, sniffing your scent with something primal and animal. his grip on your hip tightened and you felt his chest rise and fall against you, deep and uneven, just like he did before he turned into the hyde. your pulled away and looked at his eyes, your hands cupping his cheeks. his eyes were bloodshot red, it was like he was trying to go back to the crook of your neck but you held him still, your thumbs brushing his cheekbones.
—i ran because of you.
his hand slid up your back, pressing you closer until his head rested against the curve of your neck. you gulped, as much as you'd missed him too, you knew he hadn't gotten any better. you saw it in his eyes and you felt it in the heat radiating off his body. tyler hadn't come to nevermore as the boy you once loved, he had come as the hyde.
—you shouldn't be here, tyler.
his fingers curled tighter into your spine, almost painful.
—all i could think about was you. you're the only thing that keeps me sane.
one of his hands climbed to the base of your neck, long fingers spreading wide as his lips found yours. the kiss was nothing like the ones you remembered. it was rough, a mix of desperation and hunger. your hands trembled against his chest, not because you were scared, certainly not because you didn't want it, but because you almost let yourself sink into it when you knew you shouldn't.
—ty...
he shouldn't be anywhere near nevermore. he was supposed to be locked away, far from you, far from this. his thumb brushed over your pulse, feeling it race beneath your skin.
—tyler, —you said, firmer this time. —you can't be here.
—don't do that, don't push me away, —his mouth crashed back onto yours before you could answer and you felt yourself slipping and getting lost in the kiss more and more, —i came back for you. i escaped for you. only for you.
your chest ached. you'd wanted him back for so long. only for you. every step he took, every breath he fought for outside willow hill had been to come back here to you. his hands moved to your pajama shorts, fingers curling into the fabric, letting them fall to your ankles.
—have you not missed me?
you took a few step backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and you let yourself fall onto the mattress. tyler followed you, his warm body between your legs caging yours against the sheets. your fingers tangled in the curls at the back of his head, pushing him into another kiss.
—you have no idea what it's been like without you, —you confessed. your thighs squeezed him.
tyler growled low in his throat, the primal sound vibrating against your lips. this is what he'd been wanting to hear all along. you pulled down his willow hill pajama pants, feeling him already hard as a rock against the inside of your thigh. he didn't even took the time to slide down your panties, he just moved them aside and pushed his cock inside you without previous warning.
you gasped against his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders. his hips pressed closer, wanting to go as deep as he could. one of tyler's hands went to held your hips in place as he started to fuck into you at a desperate pace.
and he went for what felt like the entire night.
he flipped you over on your stomach, helped you to climb on top of him, shifted you onto your side, one of your legs over his body to have better access... and each time his pace didn't change. it was raw, animalistic, fast. you felt his cum filling you every time, running down your thighs, dripping out of you when tyler pushed himself inside you again. his sounds were deep in contrast to your breathless gasps and high pitched moans. the rhythm was chaotic. he marked you. bit your neck, sunk his hyde claws along your hips, sucked on the skin of your boobs...
your body felt numb by the time tyler was done with you. you'd come so many times you even lost the count but you felt weak, too tired to even clean yourself when he fell by your side on the bed.
tyler turned to face you and rested his forehead against yours. neither of you spoke for a long moment, letting your shared breathing fill the silence.
—i'm not letting them take me away from you. not again, —tyler murmured.
you know it wasn't right, you knew what he did, why he was kept at willow hill, but you couldn't help but surrender to him every time, to the boy you once loved and maybe never stopped loving.
Summery -When Tyler returns bruised, hunted, and confessing you’re all he has—you’re left torn between fear and the part of you that still loves him is a monster like him really capable of love?
Tropes - enemies to lovers| Dark romance|” you’re the only one I have”|
Ps-I took a different approach for writing this one. I think this might be the final part. I hope you like it.
The rain hasn’t stopped in days. Jericho always feels heavier when it rains — like the clouds are trying to drown the town and wash away everything it’s seen. But some things don’t wash off.
You pull your sweater tighter, the sleeves still faintly smelling of cedar and the past, and try to focus on the sound of the storm instead of the thoughts clawing at you. You tell yourself you’ve stopped looking for him in the shadows — but when lightning cracks outside your window, your head still turns.
And tonight… there’s a shadow there.
At first, you think it’s your mind playing tricks. Then you see it again — a flicker of movement, limping, dragging. Your breath catches before you can stop it. You know that silhouette. You shouldn’t. You wish you didn’t.
By the time you open the door, he’s already there.
Tyler.
Soaked to the bone, bruised and bloodied, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them. There’s a gash on his temple, mud streaking his jaw, and his shirt clings to him like a second skin. The air between you crackles with something alive — something that shouldn’t be.
“Before you slam the door,” he rasps, voice rough, “just… please. Let me explain.”
You don’t move. You should — you should call someone, run, do anything but stare at him like you are. But the sight of him like this — broken, shivering, eyes glassy with something close to regret — roots you in place.
“What happened to you?” you whisper.
He laughs — a hollow, fractured sound that hurts to hear. “Wednesday the cockroach.She almost got me. Would’ve finished the job this time.” He looks at you like you’re the only thing holding him upright. “Guess I’m not as invincible as I thought.”
You hesitate. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Yeah.” His lips twist, and he takes a slow step forward. “But I had nowhere else to go.”
The words sink like stones in your chest. You tell yourself you don’t care — that he’s dangerous, that you remember every scream, every lie. But when his eyes meet yours, you see something you weren’t ready for. Desperation. Loneliness. The kind that eats people alive.
“You shouldn’t pity me,” he murmurs, as if reading your thoughts. “I did this. All of it. The blood, the chaos, the lies. I don’t get to be forgiven.” He takes another step closer, close enough that you can smell the rain and iron on his skin. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Your pulse stutters. “Tyler—”
“Don’t.” His hand lifts, trembling, like he wants to touch you but doesn’t trust himself. “Don’t say my name like that. It makes me forget what I am.”
You swallow hard. “And what are you?”
His lips twitch, a shadow of a smile — the kind that used to undo you. “A monster.” He exhales, eyes flickering over your face. “But even monsters need something to live for.”
You feel it then — the old pull between you, raw and magnetic. The same current that’s always been equal parts danger and desire. He’s close enough now that his breath brushes your skin.
“Tyler,” you whisper, “you can’t keep coming back.”
“I know,” he says softly. “But I don’t know how to stop.”
His fingers finally touch your wrist — light, almost reverent — and it burns like a memory you don’t want to let go of. You should pull away. You should slam the door. But you don’t. You just stand there, feeling his heartbeat race beneath the bruises.
“I don’t expect you to love me,” he murmurs, voice cracking. “Hell, I don’t even expect you to forgive me. But I needed you to know… even if everything I touch turns dark — you were the only thing that ever made me feel human.”
Rain lashes the windows. Thunder growls somewhere far off. You can’t tell if your heart hurts from fear or from the ache of what’s left between you.
He leans in, so close his lips barely graze your temple. “Even if I’m the monster,” he breathes, “I’ll always love you.”
Your heart’s racing more than you’d like to admit
“ we can be together. You’re the only person in this world I could never even think of hurting.” his words are barely audible as he brushes a thumb across your cheek
“ Tyler, how am I supposed to believe you”
He leans his head down his lips brushing yours
“ because you know me and let’s be honest I’m never letting you go”
You don’t know if you’re terrified or if you’ve fallen even more in love your heart shouldn’t be racing like you’ve just fallen from a skyscraper because the truth is
