Tell me why Tyler was able to quickly shove Ajax—who’s only milliseconds away from taking off his beanie, but somehow didn’t so much as flinch when Wednesday said “say hello to your new master.”
But what’s really funny is not even his lack of retaliation, but the fact that this mf then WHIPPED his head back and growled when his mom interrupted them like “ISTG WHAT THE FUCK IS IT THIS TIME—”
Flashbacks to Donovan interrupting their kiss and Tyler’s annoyed expression.
Wednesday, that boy was already yours before you even pulled out that syringe
Media - Wednesday(Netflix)
Couple - Tyler Galpin X Reader
Rating - 12
Word Count - 9 min 37 sec (1250)
Sweet Monster - Part One
It didn’t take long for Tyler to understand the predictable rhythm of life at Willow Hill; the facility was strict about its schedules, which made it easy for him to follow. Breakfast was promptly served at dawn, soupy porridge tossed through the door, lucky if half didn’t spill onto the floor. Lunch followed at midday, typically a stale roll with either thin ham or chicken slices. Dinner arrived as the sun dipped below the horizon, often soup or some type of unrecognisable textured substance. The therapist would visit every Tuesday morning, his voice grating only making Tyler more frustrated and annoyed when he failed to listen to even the simplest of things. But it was Y/n’s visits on Thursdays that became the highlight of his week.
Initially, Tyler resisted her presence with every fibre of his being, his disappointment often manifesting as silence and sharp remarks. Frustration bubbled beneath the surface; he felt shrouded in a haze of helplessness that he didn’t want to share. Yet, with each passing week, he found himself growing accustomed to her unwavering aid. She genuinely wanted to help, even in moments when his stubbornness barred him from fully embracing it.
As weeks turned into months, and months into over a full year, Y/n remained a constant in his life at Willow Hill. Each Thursday, no matter the weather or how he felt, she would arrive, her presence like a breath of fresh air amidst the sterile environment. With her, she brought an array of small treasures, each meticulously checked by the hospital staff. Sometimes it would be warm cookies, their sweet aroma wafting through the air, or bags of freshly baked muffins, still dusted with powdered sugar. Other times, she’d come bearing stacks of brightly illustrated books or art supplies—paints, sketchpads, and colourful markers.
Tyler had grown used to this routine, so much so that on Thursday mornings, the staff no longer needed to drag him out of bed. Instead, he would rise early, anticipation thrumming in his chest as he made his way to the wall where he knew he’d be restrained for the duration of her visit. Standing there, he accepted the chains with quiet resignation, finding solace in the fact that he would soon see Y/n.
“Your favourite visitor is back,” the guard laughed as he finished with the chains.
“She’s my only visitor.” Tyler corrected,
“You'd best enjoy her then.” He chuckled, playfully slapping Tyler’s cheek before going to the door,
As the heavy door swung open, a familiar figure stepped into the dim light of the room. There she stood again, a small silhouette against the stone walls. She shuffled in, her little boots caked with mud, evidence of the early morning rain that had fallen relentlessly. Clad in snug brown leggings that hugged her legs comfortably, she wore a knee-length sage green dress. The fabric swayed gently around her as she moved, adorned with delicate wooden buttons that ran down the front. Over her dress, she pulled on a soft, brown fuzzy jumper, intricately embroidered with twisting green ivy leaves. Her hair, secured with her crocheted ivy hair ties, tiny vines that perfectly matched the embroidery on her jumper. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, mingling with a faint hint of the wildflowers she often traipsed through, contrasting sharply with the cold stone confines of their surroundings.
She smiled and waved, fixing her bag on her shoulder, “Hey,”
“Hey,” he choked back a smile,
“How do you feel?” She asked as she came closer, the door slamming shut behind her still making her flinch.
“The same,” he sighed, “Nothing to report.”
“Well, no news is good news?”
“I guess so, Y/n.” He nodded, “How’s things… outside this place?”
“Much the same,” she nodded, “Nothing changes in town.”
“Nothing, changes in here,” he corrected, “Nothing at all, not even breakfast.”
“Well… atleast you're not missing much,” she shrugged, “in here or out there,”
“I suppose so,” He faintly smiled,
“Sorry… for not having much to tell you,”
“You don’t need to apologise. Just you visiting is more than enough, even if you have nothing to tell me.”
She blushed and smiled widely, “You’re too sweet to me.”
“Hardly much point in being mean to you,” he joked,
She chuckled and nodded, “Oh, I brought something for you.”
“You did?” he asked, trying to act surprised, but he knew she always brought him something.
“Of course,” she smiled, “I made something for you.” She opened up her bag and pulled something out, keeping it behind her back.
“Am I allowed to see it?” he chuckled,
“You must close your eyes,” she told him,
“I’m already lacking my ability to move, and the ability to say and do whatever I want,” he groaned, “Do I really have to lose my sight too?”
“Please, Tyler?”
“Fine,” he sighed, and closed his eyes tightly.
Slowly, she stepped closer and pulled the item from behind her, “Tada!”
As Tyler slowly opened his eyes, he felt a jolt of surprise upon seeing the plush toy directly in front of him. It was an endearing, round crocheted frog, a vibrant shade of green that seemed to glow. The frog sported a wide, inviting smile, with two shiny button eyes that sparkled playfully. Clinging to its back was an adorable flower-shaped backpack.
Once the initial shock faded, a warm wave of comfort washed over him, enveloping him like a cosy blanket. He felt an immediate connection with this quirky little creature, sensing a sweet, protective vibe emanating from its plush form. He couldn't help but smile back at the frog, captivated by its unique personality and undeniable cuteness. In that moment, Tyler knew he had found a delightful companion in this unusual, yet strangely affectionate, crocheted friend.
“Awww…” he cooed, “That’s cute.”
“I made him for you,” she smiled, “so he can keep you company when I’m not around.”
“You… you made it for me?” he almost choked, to think Y/n cared so much about him, so much about how lonely he felt that she took the time and effort to make him this chubby little frog. As she nodded, Tyler forced back a joyful tear. “T-thank you, Y/n.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled,
“Can… can I feel how soft he is?” he asked,
“Of course,” she chuckled, moving closer and rubbing the frog’s arm against his cheek,
He almost moaned; the soft yawn against his skin felt heavenly. It had been so long since he’d felt something so nice, even just the movement was calming after so long of being shoved and pushed by guards. The soft, flowery scent on the frog that matched how y/n had always smelled. A tear fell against his cheek, “Thank you, Y/n, truly… thank you so so much.”
She smiled widely and used the frog’s little hand to wipe Tyler’s tear. “You’re very welcome,” she cooed, “Even monsters deserve something sweet to cuddle.”
Before Tyler could say another word, the door opened. “Time,” the guard called out,
Immediately, Tyler felt disappointed, not wanting Y/n to leave, but he knew not to fight them.
Y/n handed him the frog and slowly walked to the door with the guard, “I’ll see you next week,” she waved.
“Yeah, next week,” he nodded.
“Bye, Tyler,”
“Bye Y/n…” He sighed,
Once she was gone and the door locked up, the chains released him. He immediately went to his bed, sitting down and looking at the chubby frog’s smile. He felt so warm and happy he hugged it tight, inhaling the soft scent of Y/n, before he lay down on his bed letting his tears fall softly against the pillow.
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.”
I’m rewatching 1x04 and I’ve always found it fascinating how Thornhill almost blows her own cover in this moment. In my opinion, it’s almost unconscious and not entirely intentional , and for what? Just to show that she knows Tyler, or because of that creepy sense of possession she has over him?
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this much disgust for a fictional character, and Christina Ricci did such an incredible job that she actually made me forget about the crush I’ve had on her for as long as I can remember.
If the Hydes hadn't been banished from Nevermore, most of what happened in season 1 could have been prevented.
Hear me out:
It wouldn't have changed Francoise's fate, and probably wouldn't have changed Donovan's treatment of Tyler after her loss, but there would have been another person to take care of Tyler:
Larissa Weems.
Since Francoise invited her to her wedding, we can assume that the two were friends during their school days, which in turn would mean that Weems would probably have taken care of Tyler. She would have taken him under her wing and told him about his mother. She would have revealed to him that Francoise was a Hyde and that he was most likely one too, but that he could lead a relatively normal life if his Hyde was not unlocked by a traumatic event, hypnosis, chemicals, or violence. And that there are people who would exploit that to use a Hyde as a mindless slave and a weapon. She would have promised him that she would make sure that never happened.
She would have made sure he could go to Nevermore. Tyler wouldn't have gone off the rails (attacking Xavier on Outreach Day) and been sent to boot camp; instead, he would have made connections and probably found friends. Maybe he would even have become friends with Xavier, or at least Ajax.
And most importantly, Gates wouldn't have been able to manipulate, groom, and abuse him.
In the end, she was only able to do all this because she had answers to questions that Donovan refused to give his son. Because Tyler had no friends or other support system, because he was completely alone and lonely, traumatized by his mother's death and ignored and neglected by his father.
But if Tyler had known the truth about himself and his mother from the beginning, Laurel wouldn't have stood a chance.
And eventually, Wednesday would have come to Nevermore and met a traumatized but mentally stable boy whose Hyde had not yet been unlocked.
They would have become friends and fallen in love, even if Donovan would not have been pleased about it.
Gates would have found another way to get the body parts for Crackstone's resurrection.
Rowan would have tried to kill Wednesday, which Tyler would have prevented (without gutting him).
There would have been several deaths in the Jericho area, and Wednesday and Tyler would have constantly interfered with Donovan's investigation until they found a lead to their botany teacher, Marilyn Thornhill, aka Laurel Gates. She would have been arrested and neutralized without her plan succeeding.
