Lil something that's been sitting in my drafts for months, like since october/november when the brain worms for wednesday were rampant.

Tyler Galpin x Addams!Reader. 706 words. Might be ooc… Uhhhhh Enjoy?

“Hold still,” You murmur, holding a wet rag in your hand as you move over to his sitting form. “I’d prefer you not get blood everywhere, on my bed, especially.” You continue, standing between his legs and gently tilting his head up, as you start to clean him up.

Tyler wasn’t entirely sure why he came to you. After all, you had every reason to turn him away, or kill him, even, for what he did to you, and to your family and friends. But upon opening your dorm window and seeing his pitiful, wounded self, you simply tugged him inside and went to get supplies. Maybe it’s because he has nowhere to go, or maybe it’s because he needs you. Your previous relationship, if you could even call it that, wasn’t entirely fake. Sure, Gates told him to find a way to keep an eye on you and your sister, but... She never told him to fall for you.

Well, she was dead now anyway. He made sure of that.

“Why are you helping me?” Tyler quietly asks, gaze stuck on your face, enraptured almost. Your touch paused momentarily before you resumed cleaning up the scratches and cuts on his face.

“... I don’t know,” You answer, eyebrows furrowing just slightly as you try to decipher why yourself. “Why did you come here?” You ask in return.

“I don’t know,” He mimicks, swallowing softly at your gentle touch. He didn’t deserve it. It was quiet for a while; whether the silence was uncomfortable or not was hard to tell. But he’d take what he could get; it was a strange miracle you even let him in, in the first place.

“How’d you even get out of Willow Hill?” You question, hand cupping his jaw as you press a bit too hard on a cut, the only indication that he felt it was a sharp intake of breath. You don’t apologise, and he doesn’t want you to.

“There was some type of breach... Thornhill broke out, and then came to let me out.” Tyler answers after a moment, fingers flexing unconsciously. You hum in acknowledgement, gaze flicking down to his briefly. “I turned, and then I killed her. And got the fuck out of there.” He says lowly, watching your head tilt.

“You’ll die without a master, you know that, yes?” You raise an eyebrow, your hands slowly retreating, and he can’t help himself when his own hands shoot out to keep your touch on him.

“I know... I don’t care, I was tired of being under her thumb, of what she... did to me. And I was tired of pretending that I didn’t need you.” Tyler mumbles, leaning into your hold on his jaw, moving it to cup his cheek.

“Need me,” You quietly repeat, gaze flickering over his face as you swallow thickly.

“Yeah. Want you, need you, fucking crave you... Everything quietens with you, makes me feel like I’m not going crazy,” He admits, feeling your fingers twitch. “I know I fucked up, and I know I can’t fix it. But that doesn’t change what I feel for you.”

You stay silent, simply watching him. He tenses instinctively, expecting a hit or harsh words; instead, he receives a soft, barely there kiss to his lips. Tyler tries not to melt into it, feeling your lips on his after so, so long being deprived of them, but he does, ever so slightly. Although you pull away soon enough, too soon, he thinks, to observe him again.

“You’re fucked in the head, but... It’s somehow fine when it’s you,” You murmur, and his body seems to relax. “Now. Do you want to try to achieve forgiveness?” You tilt your head, thumb caressing his cheek.

“How?” Tyler swallows, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you.

“Well, first, we need to figure out a way to make sure you don’t die,” You say, gaze moving as you think about it. Something deep inside him whines at the loss of your attention, and he can’t tell if he hates it or not. But he does know that he’d do whatever it takes to get back in your good graces, or as close as he can get.

Divider creds to @/strangergraphics. More Tyler Galpin! I love him.

Tyler Galpin x Shade!Reader. I have elaborated on Shades in a different post if you're curious, but basically an outcast with Umbrakinesis/Shadow Manipulation. Not explicitly stated, but story takes place before season 1. So, he's relatively untraumatized. Sorta meet-cute?

WC: 1,120. No beta or proofreading, I die like Isaac Night.

His dad didn’t like outcasts; that was abundantly clear. But that didn’t stop Tyler from accidentally befriending one, a really nice and attractive one... With some self-admitted creepy powers.

It had started when you came into the Weathervane during the weekend, a few Nevermore outcasts dotted around the cafe quietened and tensed. You didn’t notice, or you did and didn’t care; he couldn’t tell. You simply looked around the cafe in interest, before looking over the menu.

“Could I have a banana nut muffin and a hot chocolate to go?” You had requested, finally meeting his gaze. You’d tilted your head as he briefly stammered before finishing your order and taking payment. You thanked him quietly, gloved hands unintentionally brushing his as you grabbed your to-go bag, and then you even put some cash in the tip jar before leaving.

Once the door closed, the outcasts in the cafe seemed to let out a breath, returning to normal quickly.

You popped up more at the Weathervane, usually on weekends, sometimes on a weekday. You always wore gloves: black or brown leather, dark suede, white fabric occasionally, and purple once. And you almost always ordered the same thing, a banana nut muffin and a hot chocolate.

And even though Tyler had a feeling from the way a few outcast customers reacted to you, the first time you visited during a weekday, you wore a Nevermore uniform, somehow appearing before most other regular students were even near the cafe. The only response to his small talk attempt about it was a hum.

Then he started to see you around town, usually observing everything and keeping to yourself. And whenever he looked away, you seemed to vanish into thin air, though whatever dark places you were near always looked strange just for a few moments.

It wasn’t until he ran into you in the forest that you two actually talked, not typical customer service small talk, a real conversation.

Tyler had found you, gloves on as always, picking through trinkets you’d found. Small bones and skulls, pins, broken pendants, a pretty rock, feathers, and even an interesting little flower. You looked up when a branch snapped under his boot, curious but not scared, as if you already knew he was there.

“… You’re the Weathervane barista, Tyler, yes?” You noted, head slightly tilted in intrigue.

“Yeah, and, uh, you’re the Nevermore student that always wears gloves,” Tyler replied, watching as your attention returned to your items.

“Most likely. I don’t know of any other students who wear them as often as I do,” You said, glancing at him for a second before telling him your name.

“Um… What are you doing out here?” He asked, hands resting in his jacket out of awkwardness.

“I could ask you the same.” You started, a small smile quirking at your lips. “I come out here to forage, I collect things.”

“Anything specific?” Tyler questioned, tentatively stepping closer to look at your things.

“Not really, just anything I consider… Neat,” You shrugged softly, your gaze following him as he approached, sending a shiver down his spine. But it didn’t feel horrid, and you didn’t move away.

You two continued talking for a while, the longest he’d ever been in conversation with you, about anything and everything. It was easy, comfortable. It wasn’t until the sun was starting to set that Tyler realized how long both of you had been out there.

And upon noticing the same as him, you offer the pretty little flower you had scavenged to him, the petals stark against the black leather of your gloves. “For you, until next time.” You said, observing as he carefully accepted the gift, quietly admiring it.

“Thank you, I—” He cut himself off when he looked at where you were just a second ago, to see it empty. A tree’s shadow warps ambiguously and faintly. “… ‘Til next time,” Tyler muttered to thin air, gaze returning to the flower.

You popped up a lot more often, in favor of him instead of the Weathervane’s treats. He’d accompany you on your foraging trips to the forest, sit down at your table near closing time, and even manage to sneak you into his house, though that hangout was cut short due to his dad coming home early.

You became unlikely but good friends, and you even procured a book on Shades as a gift for him when he got curious about your outcast type and abilities, warning him that they could be ‘creepy’ to some… Well, to most.

Which is why he wasn’t the most surprised when the shadows at his window started writhing like something straight out of a Lovecraft tale, something you do to make your presence known and a request for entrance, so as not to scare him.

When he steps over to the window, he watches the shadows reveal you, crouched on the branch near his window. You softly smile and wave at him through the glass, hands devoid of your usual gloves, an increasingly common occurrence he finds.

A smile overtakes his lips and he opens his window. "Bold, coming over when my dad's home. Makes me feel a bit like Juliet," Tyler jokes, helping you climb in.

"And I'm supposed to be Romeo in this example?" You play along, dusting yourself off once you're on solid, carpeted ground.

"I could see it," He shrugs, returning to his seat at his desk.

"Being tragic star-crossed lovers?" You chuckle softly, leaning against the edge of his desk, idly watching over his shoulder. He tries to ignore the way his heart does a weird little thing at your words and proximity.

"More you fighting valiantly for someone's honor and heart, but a lot less tragic," Tyler says, glancing over at you, noticing the way some shadows curl around his legs unconsciously, a habit of yours.

"Well, thank you for the vote of confidence" You smile, your gaze meeting his for a few moments, the slight flush of the tips of his ears doesn't go unseen.

"Yeah, of course" He swallows, "So… Is there a particular reason for your risky visit?" He asks, leaning back in his chair.

"No. I simply wished to see you" You answer, inky fingertips fiddling with a trinket on his desk.

"Miss me?" Tyler teases, smiling when he makes you laugh.

"I did, yes" You say, the words leaving your lips easily, like they didn't make his heart skip a beat.

It's something he'd been noticing a lot recently, the way you affected him, seemingly unintentionally. You say things so sincerely, almost blunt, and you're always making sure he's alright, be it around your abilities or just in general.

Oh, he's so down bad.

Another one. Got enough inspiration to finish another little drabble about him. :) Again, a product of the Tyler Galpin brain worms from last year.

It was also slightly inspired by Bones and All, though I haven't actually, like, watched the movie, I really liked the idea of two fucked up people just finding each other and roadtripping, idk.

Anyways. Tyler Galpin, mwah. Hope u enjoy

Safe...

It was a strange thing to feel, after all he’s been through. But that was how he could best describe it right now, half-asleep on a motel bed, listening to the soft sounds of you breathing next to him. You were like him, a grotesque monster hidden underneath your skin, a Hyde; you had the scars to confirm it, and he had similar ones.

You had found him in the sewers after his escape from Willow Hill, something deep inside you drawing you to him. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe your Hydes craved connection, something to prove they weren’t alone. You’d been on the run ever since, never staying in one place long enough to raise suspicion about your affliction. Been a few months since then.

You two don’t talk much about how you came to be, how your Hydes ‘unlocked’... Too much of a sore subject for both of you; besides, you’d both killed your masters, that was enough context to know it wasn’t pleasant. Not that it ever is.

This motel was the most recent one you’d been staying at, a bit dingy and 80s-looking, but you get what you pay for; no IDs were required, and relative anonymity was guaranteed regarding your room number. This was the second night, and you both relaxed, just slightly. No mishaps or fuck-ups, yet. Though who knows when that’d happen, tomorrow or maybe a few days from now.

But for now, he silently watches you breathe, a peaceful expression on your face. A rarity, considering everything. You’re sort of a mystery to him, still. Not unsettlingly so, just enough for him to want to know more. He knew the basics, both from what you’ve told him and what he’s picked up on.

Your name, your same age as him, how long you’ve been a Hyde, the fact that you were in the same masterless boat as he is, and you originating from a town not too far from Jericho. All things you’ve told him with little to no prodding.

And the things he’s noticed. You unconsciously pick at the skin around your nails, you tense whenever someone gets too close to you, you tend to dissociate after a transformation, you always keep sweet things on hand, and you’ve, slowly, started to take a liking to wearing his clothes. With a limited wardrobe between the two of you, he guesses it’s normal. He doesn’t really mind.

You were currently cozy in his hoodie, worn from the years but still soft, the fraying string of the hood caught between your cheek and the pillow; he’d move it, but he doesn’t want to risk waking you.

The night’s quiet outside, the moon is soft behind the window curtains, and the sound of your breathing is soothing. All a recipe for his half-asleep self to actually fall under. Nightmares were less common when you were around the other.

Another respite you both have found in each other.

More Tyler X Hyde!Reader, I like it a lot :)

Tyler might (probably) be ooc, but maybe he's slowly healing? Borderline Domestic-ish fluff, as domestic as you can get being Hydes and moving a lot.

WC: 825. A bit on the longer side, at least compared to what I've published. Not proofread or beta read, so... Potential errors.

As always, I hope u enjoy!

A couple of days have passed since you two arrived at the vaguely shitty motel, and it was going fine. Not great, but not horrible. For the most part, you had been lazing around and resting since sleeping in his dad’s truck wasn’t the most comfortable.

And Tyler had been doing much of the same, though he had been out more often than you to check out the area around the motel, and to stock up on supplies. Most people there minded their business, thankfully, so it wasn’t too difficult.

At the sound of the motel door opening, you snap out of your daze and sit up on the bed, relaxing when you see it’s only Tyler, hands full of bags. “Sorry… Did I wake you?” He apologizes, closing the door behind him and settling the grocery store bags on the bed.

“Nah. People in the room next to us did” You shake your head, already starting to rifle through the plastic to see what he got.

“Ugh, the couple again?” Tyler grimaces, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching your movements idly.

“Yeah. I think they’re affair partners or something, heard one of them say ‘your wife’.” You shrug, a small smile quirking your lips when you see he got your favorite candy. "Either that, or they're having a really questionable honeymoon. But I prefer the scandalous one." You add.

“I like them even less now,” He mumbles, earning a soft huff of laughter from you. He's found that he quite likes the sound, and it always feels strange to recognize the fact.

"Did you see anything?" You ask, already starting to dig in to the candy.

"Uh, not much, newspaper column about the last place," Tyler answers, shaking his head. "Police are bewildered and torn between foul play and major freak accident involving wildlife."

"… The bears are crazy recently," You mutter, slightly muffled by your chewing.

"Tell me about it," He chuckles gently, laying back against the bed, warmed by the early summer sun filtering through the blinds and you.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, glancing over at you. It was a common question between you, making sure the other was relatively stable.

"Fine. You?" You raise an eyebrow, meeting his gaze.

"Fine." He mimics, opening his mouth for you to plop a piece in, which you do with a soft eye roll.

You two are quiet for a while, basking in the comfortable silence and candy, each other's presence calming your Hydes, subduing them enough that you could ignore your predicament. Despite the circumstances, it felt almost domestic, the thought makes his heart ache for some reason.

You were sat in your sleep shirt and shorts, hair still messy from tossing and turning in your previous attempt to sleep through the noise from the other room. And he was still wearing the clothes he went outside in, jeans and a tank-top with flannel, making you scrunch your nose slightly at the reminder.

"No outside clothes on the bed, Ty," You grumble, gently and only a bit annoyed, and he remembered your particularity on 'outside clothes', disliking the smell or something similar.

"Sorry, sorry," Tyler sighs, getting up to shed them, knowing you didn't really care if he changed while you were in here. You both had seen worse things, and after so long on the road together, it wasn't much of a problem anymore. He grabbed new pair of sweats from the—at this point, shared—duffel bag of clothes, as well as a faded graphic tee that he recognized as yours.

"… Nice ass." You quietly comment, and when he pauses mid-pulling-the-sweatpants-on to look at you, you're already looking at the old TV again, flipping through channels.

"Uh, thanks?" He says after a moment, not put off by it, just a bit confused. You didn't exactly give compliments, aside from occasionally telling him he did a good job on something. The only response he got was a soft hum of acknowledgement, attention preoccupied with some renovation show as you enjoy your treat.

Tyler lets out a gentle huff of amusement, finally finishing putting his clothes on and crawling back onto the bed. It was a motel bed so it wasn't the greatest, but it was miles better than the truck's seats and truck-bed. He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and carefully looping his arms around your waist, gaze flicking between your side profile and the TV.

The only reaction you give to his touch and closeness is a brief tensing, before you relax and lazily offer him another piece of candy, to which he accepts.

The rest of the day goes by quite the same; changing channels when it got boring, trading snacks, napping some more, making quiet comments on shows or your motel neighbors. All while cuddled close together, relatively content and basking in whatever your bond was, or whatever it meant.

A little part 2, I'm incredibly grateful to the people who liked it, and my other little works.

679 words, there's like a single use of—something like this—but no AI, just trying out grammar and I felt like it flowed better. Also, maybe/probably OOC, but... I like my men like this, so

Anyway, hope u enjoy! <3

That night. That night might’ve been the most peaceful of sleep he’s gotten since this whole nightmare started. You had scrounged up whatever oversized clothes that would hopefully fit him while he showered, eventually returning less dirty and grimy, smelling like you and your shower products. A fact that something deep inside of him loved.

And you, after a moment of contemplation, let him sleep in your bed while you sat against your headboard, already beginning your research into his affliction.

Tyler had tried to stay awake, both to keep you company of sorts and to attempt to soak this moment in, just in case it'd leave. But between the soft sounds of your breathing and note taking, along with the warmth of your bed and the way your scent envelops him, he conks out sooner than he would've liked.

When he wakes, it's already midday and he hears your door open and shut as you return. You pause briefly when you see him awake, sitting up on your bed with his hair all mussed and eyes vaguely resembling an innocent animal in headlights, but you and him both know he's quite the opposite.

"You were sleeping… Peacefully, I didn't want to disturb you. I had to attend my classes, and gather more material." You explain after a moment, continuing to your desk and emptying your bag of its contents onto the dark wood.

"Thank you," Tyler mutters, his sentence was for a multitude of reasons in actuality, but this would work too. "What'd you manage to get?" He asks, noticing you imperceptibly hesitate.

"I stole some books from the recently deceased," You answer, starting to read through one of said books.

"Gates, to be specific. She had an old study on Hydes, and her notes." You add, eyebrows furrowing in distaste at the feeling of her name on your tongue. At the sound of your sheets shifting, you glance over your shoulder, watching him slowly get up and move closer. Tyler pauses briefly about a foot from you, as if waiting for permission, or for you to react badly, either one.

You do neither, gaze returning to the task, letting him inch a bit closer and peek over your shoulder at the book. "Well… She was successful in making one, at least," He mutters, disliking it just as much as you.

"So far, all I've found in my endeavors is that without a master, or a pack, you'll die," You say, flipping through the notebook, eyes scanning the ink and occasional diagrams.

"Oh, great." Tyler replies, focus shifting from the book to the side of your face.

"But, I have seen ramblings of possibilities for a Hyde to… Attain a new master," You continue, lingering on a page in Gates' notebook detailing the chemical concoction she used on him, along with notations on his 'unlocking'. Once you were done with this, you were definitely burning it. Maybe you'll create your own Hyde compendium, although much less ethically concerning. Probably.

"A new master." He repeats, watching you shut the book and toss it onto your desk.

"Yes," You confirm, turning to face him, meeting his gaze. Both of you searching the other, trying to decipher each other's feelings about it without explicitly saying it.

"You?" Tyler asks, hopes, wants. The thought of anyone else controlling him like that—not that you would, he knows that—makes his skin crawl.

"If that's what you would allow," You answer, head tilting slightly as you examine his face.

'Allow'? The fact that he'd probably let you do anything to him, so long as he remained by your side, scares him a bit. But anything regarding you and whatever you two have does, and he doesn't think he'd have it any other way.

"Yeah, that… I would want it to be you." He swallows thickly, fingers twitching with the urge to hold you, or kiss you, something.

"Then I'll figure out how to make it happen." You nod, hand carefully coming up to cup his cheek, and he practically melts into the touch.