i wanna use this as a prompt because i love this idea so muchhh
Thank You for Knowing Me (soft!Tyler Galpin x gn!Reader)
warnings: character death, angst
Description: Tyler and the reader have been dating without Thornhill/Laurelâs knowledge and they accidentally interrupt Wednesdayâs reveal. This does not follow the show very accuratly sorry. Also, I know we all love a violent and scary Tyler but this Tyler is very soft. he just loves you so much!!
word count: 1389
status: edited
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âIt was you all this time wasnât it?â
âWednesday I really think you need some psychiatric help! you canât just go around accusing people of being other than they are and not expect consequences!â
Wednesday took a step closer to Ms Thornhill, away from Tyler standing by the end of the row of tables. She covertly checked her watch, principle Weems should be figuring out where Wednesday had run off to any second now. She had to make them break.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made them all stop what they were doing as someone entered the room backwards, leaning their body over a pile of books.
âHey Mrs. Thornhill? Iâm sorry for not making a meeting ahead of time and not knocking and stuff but I was just wondering if you could answer a question I had about tomorrowâs assignment?â they said as they turned around to face the room, letting the door shut behind them, âHey Wednesday, never would have guessed youâd be one to need extra help.â
Not sure if you're accepting requests but... I was thinking about Wednesday x gn!reader who asks her to the Rave'N dance then she's surprised cause reader matches her outfit and doesn't wear the correct theme of the dance. For the first time Wednesday is genuinely astonished and likes reader even more when they're covered in blood (red paint lol) đ¤
You know the vibe, our girl has a VERY specific taste in partners đ
we match
Dances were pointless. School dances were even more pointless; they were truly nothing more than an excuse to put a bunch of teenagers into one room and put the social hierarchy on full display. Wednesday could admire the sadomasochism of it all, but that did not mean she wanted to attend. She was not her mother, she was not her father, and she did not care about the RaveâN.
She only agreed to go with you because she felt sorry for you, that was all.
âYou look stunning!â Enid practically screamed in the most shrill voice Wednesday had ever heard.
âI look ridiculous,â Wednesday commented, although she would silently admit she did like the dress.
âItâs not the theme, but it suits you,â Enid continued more seriously with a small nod. âWhen is your date getting here?â
âNot a date,â Wednesday said, âbut they should be here soon.â
As if she had summoned you herself, there was a knock on the door. Enid was on the verge of running to the door when Wednesday gave her a glare that had her shaking in her obnoxiously loud white boots. Wednesday herself walked to the door and opened it, fully prepared to ask if you were ready to torture her with this stupid dance and-
-and your outfit was black. You matched her dress.
âYou look stunning,â you said with a small smile. It was nauseating. She wanted you to do it again.
âThatâs what I said,â Enid chimed in; she ignored the look Wednesday sent her this time. âAnd you both match!â
âWell yeah, sheâs my date,â you said with a shrug. Wednesday glared at your word usage. âBut speaking of matchingâŚâ you pulled your hands from behind your back and held up two black rose corsages. âNow we can pull up in style.â
âOh my god, thatâs so cute!â Enid cheered.
But Wednesday wasnât listening to her. No, she was focused on your hands, and the way your fingers brushed against her skin as you slid the corsage over her wrist. The way you just yanked yours over your own wrist without the same tenderness. Or your tongue poking out just past your lips as you readjusted your outfit, smiling once it was the way you wanted it.
âYou ready to go?â You asked, holding your arm out for Wednesday to take.
She didnât say anything, just slipped her arm through yours and let you lead the way. You walked tall with your head held high; unusual for you. Yet as soon as you were with her you were a new person. Heads turned as you both stepped into the dance, but you just looked down at Wednesday.
âEveryone is staring,â you said just loud enough for her to hear. âHow about we give them something to talk about?â
You held your hand out for her to take, and Wednesday hesitated for only a moment before taking it; it was warm and soft. The way you moved was like a spectral ghost, feet barely touching the floor, movements so smooth it was mesmerising. But what Wednesday was still so focused on was your outfit.
What had possessed you to wear black? It wasnât your typical colour palette; you wore it, but not religiously. Yet today, the day of all days, you wore all black. You knew the theme of the RaveâN this year was white, and you loved white. Had you truly done all of this for her?
If so, it was foolish. No one should abandon their interests or desires for someone else. That led to weakness, and weakness could be exploited. By doing this in front of everyone, you were admitting that she was your weakness. Someone was going to use it against you, or worse, try to use it against her to get something. Not only were you admitting your own fallacy, you were setting her up for exploitation.
And yet, Wednesday had to admire you. She wanted to admire you. You had accepted your feelings, had accepted the possible looks and words thrown at you, and you had done it anyway. For some unknown reason, you had gone out of your way to wear something black, something that matched her dress perfectly, and you were doing it with a smile on your face.
No. No, she didnât like you. At least not aloud.
You ended the dance with a dip, holding her suspended in air with a smile on your lips. She still liked it. But your smile morphed into a slight frown, your face displaying confusion. What were you looking at? Wednesday was about to open her mouth to ask when she noticed a new red spot on your nose. Then on your cheek, where it dripped down.
Those few drops were the opening of a floodgate, and the sprinklers went off. You pulled her back up to her feet, holding her close and doing your best to shield her from the bloody rain. She didnât mind, and you didnât seem too concerned, but you tried. And they say chivalry is dead, Wednesday thought as your face became coated in the thick red liquid.
It really brought out the colour of your eyes and looked fabulous in contrast to your outfit.
âYou look stunning,â Wednesday said aloud, mirroring what you had told her earlier.
You lowered your head to look at her and slowly, almost sadistically, your smile grew. The blood accentuated your smile.
Hello I loved the Wednesday x fem reader when reader read the recent pages behind her back. But I was wondering since itâs Christmas if fem or gn reader could find a publisher that is actually into the kind of writing that Wednesday is doing as a Christmas gift.
That Is A Great Christmas Gift.
You were always interested in Wednesday novels as gory and dark they are it a good read. You always remind Wednesday about this and she dose appreciate.
But you have seen her get frustrated when her books will not be chosen to be published. You were there to tell her 'It was their lost', but she was still a bit frustrated.
So with the Christmas holiday coming up you did your research and begged for a Christmas miracle. But being the best girlfriend you found what you were looking for.
Before Christmas break came by you,Wednesday and you friends thought to have a small Christmas party. With Wednesday saying she didn't want anything but they did end up giving her stuff. But what was shocking as when there were gifts for Wednesday you would be the first to show off but you just sat next to her.
So when the party was over you took Wednesday to your dorm where you gift to her was on your desk. "Merry Christmas my love", you said handing the gift to Wednesday as she accepted. When she opened it her black dull eyes widen as the novels she has been trying to publish were now in her hands.
The first volume of her series was now in a book form and no longer just a stack of papers. Wednesday looked at you, you smiled with you speaking on how you did this.
" Well I didn't like seeing you bumped out because of stupid boring publishers so I searched and than this one publisher loves your work. So rest of the copies are being made as you are noe holding the first one made. They will be published after winter break. Hope you like it."
With out speaking Wednesday held your pinkie with her as you just hugged her and she didn't bother to push you away. "Never thought you would be this sneaky" "Thank you love"
so it's my first time writing, it probably won't be very good, but i'll at least try
Spoilers from thanks to them âźď¸I think
TRANSFEM HUNTER X TRANSMASC READER
Hunter was sitting on the couch thinking, it was two in the morning, you were at Luz's mother's house, it had been weeks since you were trapped in the human world, in these weeks you noticed that hunter started to feel uncomfortable about some things and you decided to confront him
" Hunter it's two in the morning what are you doing awake? " You asked
" I was thinking about something and you? You shouldn't be awake at this time either y/n "
" I came to eat something, I couldn't sleep. Hunter I wanted to ask you something I was thinking about asking this for a few days" you said going to his side and taking his hand
" What do you want to ask me love? " He says taking your other hand
" It's just that you seem to be uncomfortable with something, I don't know why, I wanted you to explain to me why "
Hunter sighs nervously.
" So I don't know how to explain this, but well I don't feel good about myself." Hunter takes a big breath again " I didn't feel good before but now it's different, y/n do you remember when you found out that you are trans? "
" yes you supported me a lot at that time, i still owe you a lot for that " you smile at him
" So I guess I'm Trans, I don't feel good being called a boy, I hadn't told you yet because I was afraid you wanted to break up with me " He says pulling away from you a bit with sadness on his face
" Oh hunter, I don't care what gender you are, I would never break up with you because of this, you supported me when I discovered myself now it's my turn, you will always be my girlfriend, and I'll cut off the head of anyone who thinks of calling you a boy, you're my girlfriend, you'll never get rid of me " You say giving her a kiss and hugging her, she blushing but returning the gesture of affection
" But I can't keep my hair long because of him.... " She says with a sad voice continuing to hug you " It's ok hunter, you are still valid, tomorrow if you want you can tell the rest of the people and we can buy more women's clothes for you " You say with excitement in your voice with hunter smiling with a sparkle in her eyes " Of course my love " She says giving you a kiss
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And that's how it happened, she told the rest and they supported her, you guys were the power Trans couple, You comforted each other, You wore her old clothes, she thought it was adorable, you guys were adorable, you always corrected people who got her pronouns wrong " sorry sir/madam but she is a girl so you should stop treating her like a boy " If it was on purpose you would start an argument with that person, that in the end hunter would have to take you away from that person and calm you down " how can I calm down when people say you are a boy on purpose?! " She did the same with you, she doesn't tolerate people who think you're a girl "he's not a girl, if you call him a girl again I swear I'll kill you" She comforted you when that happened, she now sleeps with the girls now and now it's just you and gus in the basement, she sometimes sleeps with you in the basement and spends all night huging you with her head on your chest, you guys are just so adorable, Luz thinks you two are adorable, she invites you two to a couples date with amity
Hunter loves you so much, You mean the world to her, she would do anything to see you happy.
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Transfem Hunter >>>>>>
I was thinking about putting an art of hers but I didn't find the creator of the art đ
I hope you like it and goodbye đŞđŞđŞâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Not sure if you're accepting requests but... I was thinking about Wednesday x gn!reader who asks her to the Rave'N dance then she's surprised cause reader matches her outfit and doesn't wear the correct theme of the dance. For the first time Wednesday is genuinely astonished and likes reader even more when they're covered in blood (red paint lol) đ¤
You know the vibe, our girl has a VERY specific taste in partners đ
we match
Dances were pointless. School dances were even more pointless; they were truly nothing more than an excuse to put a bunch of teenagers into one room and put the social hierarchy on full display. Wednesday could admire the sadomasochism of it all, but that did not mean she wanted to attend. She was not her mother, she was not her father, and she did not care about the RaveâN.
She only agreed to go with you because she felt sorry for you, that was all.
âYou look stunning!â Enid practically screamed in the most shrill voice Wednesday had ever heard.
âI look ridiculous,â Wednesday commented, although she would silently admit she did like the dress.
âItâs not the theme, but it suits you,â Enid continued more seriously with a small nod. âWhen is your date getting here?â
âNot a date,â Wednesday said, âbut they should be here soon.â
As if she had summoned you herself, there was a knock on the door. Enid was on the verge of running to the door when Wednesday gave her a glare that had her shaking in her obnoxiously loud white boots. Wednesday herself walked to the door and opened it, fully prepared to ask if you were ready to torture her with this stupid dance and-
-and your outfit was black. You matched her dress.
âYou look stunning,â you said with a small smile. It was nauseating. She wanted you to do it again.
âThatâs what I said,â Enid chimed in; she ignored the look Wednesday sent her this time. âAnd you both match!â
âWell yeah, sheâs my date,â you said with a shrug. Wednesday glared at your word usage. âBut speaking of matchingâŚâ you pulled your hands from behind your back and held up two black rose corsages. âNow we can pull up in style.â
âOh my god, thatâs so cute!â Enid cheered.
But Wednesday wasnât listening to her. No, she was focused on your hands, and the way your fingers brushed against her skin as you slid the corsage over her wrist. The way you just yanked yours over your own wrist without the same tenderness. Or your tongue poking out just past your lips as you readjusted your outfit, smiling once it was the way you wanted it.
âYou ready to go?â You asked, holding your arm out for Wednesday to take.
She didnât say anything, just slipped her arm through yours and let you lead the way. You walked tall with your head held high; unusual for you. Yet as soon as you were with her you were a new person. Heads turned as you both stepped into the dance, but you just looked down at Wednesday.
âEveryone is staring,â you said just loud enough for her to hear. âHow about we give them something to talk about?â
You held your hand out for her to take, and Wednesday hesitated for only a moment before taking it; it was warm and soft. The way you moved was like a spectral ghost, feet barely touching the floor, movements so smooth it was mesmerising. But what Wednesday was still so focused on was your outfit.
What had possessed you to wear black? It wasnât your typical colour palette; you wore it, but not religiously. Yet today, the day of all days, you wore all black. You knew the theme of the RaveâN this year was white, and you loved white. Had you truly done all of this for her?
If so, it was foolish. No one should abandon their interests or desires for someone else. That led to weakness, and weakness could be exploited. By doing this in front of everyone, you were admitting that she was your weakness. Someone was going to use it against you, or worse, try to use it against her to get something. Not only were you admitting your own fallacy, you were setting her up for exploitation.
And yet, Wednesday had to admire you. She wanted to admire you. You had accepted your feelings, had accepted the possible looks and words thrown at you, and you had done it anyway. For some unknown reason, you had gone out of your way to wear something black, something that matched her dress perfectly, and you were doing it with a smile on your face.
No. No, she didnât like you. At least not aloud.
You ended the dance with a dip, holding her suspended in air with a smile on your lips. She still liked it. But your smile morphed into a slight frown, your face displaying confusion. What were you looking at? Wednesday was about to open her mouth to ask when she noticed a new red spot on your nose. Then on your cheek, where it dripped down.
Those few drops were the opening of a floodgate, and the sprinklers went off. You pulled her back up to her feet, holding her close and doing your best to shield her from the bloody rain. She didnât mind, and you didnât seem too concerned, but you tried. And they say chivalry is dead, Wednesday thought as your face became coated in the thick red liquid.
It really brought out the colour of your eyes and looked fabulous in contrast to your outfit.
âYou look stunning,â Wednesday said aloud, mirroring what you had told her earlier.
You lowered your head to look at her and slowly, almost sadistically, your smile grew. The blood accentuated your smile.
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