Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ & Tʏʟᴇʀ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Fɪɢʜᴛ★

Wednesday lied through her teeth.

She was fighting with a boy because he called Tyler a monster, and got hurt. Her arms were scratched and she was even bleeding from her head.

Let's not mention the state the boy was in. He was immediately wheeled to the infirmary, barely conscious. Wednesday could only smirk at his condition.

After all, he dared badmouth her boyfriend.

So, now as Tyler put anticeptic on her wounds and wrapped them up while asking how she got them, she said she fell down the stairs. Plain lie. And Tyler saw right through it.

"Come on, Wens. Don't do this to me. I wanna know the truth." He emphasized, holding her hands in his and staring at her with pleading eyes.

Wednesday darted her gaze, biting her lip and trying to subtly escape this situation, but the blonde haired boy wasn't having any of it.

He cupped one side of her face and forced her to look in his eyes, he used his thumb to release her bottom lip from being chewed up by her teeth.

"Did anyone talk bad about me again?" He asked in a mild tone, incredulous and upset.

Wednesday sighed, taking his hand off her face and firmly holding between hers, softly tracing patterns on the back as she could sense sorrow in the boy's grey eyes.

"You don't always have to be so defensive, y'know." He mumbled sadly, "They'll keep talking untill there's nothing to talk about. Please, don't hurt yourself for me. It'll only hurt me more."

"I can't just let them talk shit about someone I care about."

Tyler smiled, loving how her eyes were so eloquent and spoke words of love that she couldn't possibly say coherently.

"It's okay. I don't care. I only care about what you think of me. I love you."

"Me too." She whispered.

Tyler softly pulled her close and hugged her small frame.

Wednesday meakly hugged back, resting her head on his chest.

Tyler pulled them down so they were lying on the bed.

Wednesday smiled, Tyler's bed was much softer and fluffier than hers, just like the boy's heart. She buried her nose in his shirt and inhaled, he always smelled so good, like mint and coffee beans. Like soft morning grass. It was alluring.

"Wanna stay the night? Dad's gonna stay over at the station for the new case."

"Okay. But I gotta manage Weems first."

"Don't worry, she'll agree. Enid will handle her."

"I don't think so. Enid's sneaking out with Ajax."

Tyler chuckled and hugged her tight, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Then I guess you have to threaten the lady."

Wednesday smirked. "Correct. That's like my boy."

She bit her tongue the moment the nickname slipped away.

"Wait, your boy?" Tyler queried playfully, pulling away to look at her.

"Mention it again and I'm leaving."

"No no. Sorry." Tyler hugged her again, rolling on the bed with the girl. "Just please, don't get in fight again. Atleast not for me."

"I'll think about it." He felt her press a light kiss on his collarbone.

"If you do, it'll only hurt your boy more." Tyler grinned childishly.

Wednesday pulled off from the embrace and sat up on the bed, glaring at him.

"I'm leaving."

Tyler laughed.

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A/N:-

Suggestion by QagathaPsophie

The request was made a long time ago to see an injured Wednesday.

Guys, check out my new Wedler werewolf fic!!

Anddd I'm taking requests again, spill whatever you want!