Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ & Tʏʟᴇʀ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

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Beneath the ashes of her charcoal heart, something had once stirred. Something Wednesday would've never admitted if not for a certain barista drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

The same barista who turned out to be a psycho killer monster. A freaking Hyde.
Wednesday always knew she had a type, but earning herself a Hyde? That's another level of madness she hadn't realized she had in her.

What's even madder was the fact that no matter how many time has passed, how many reasons Tyler gave her to let go of any lingering feelings she might still have, Wednesday still couldn't forget him.

How could she just move on from the only person that had ever made her lower her lashes? Smile? Blink?

His sole presence alone, soothing and soft, had made her heart beat. Dramatically louder, she must admit.

So yeah, obviously she couldn't resist seeing him sooner or later.

What managed to stir the chasm inside her once again was not the boy himself. But the fact of his state.

In a fucking cage, chained, head covered, the room had nothing but a poor excuse of a bed in the corner. It was no space for a human.

Sure, he has surpassed that specimen but still. Wednesday's face didn't give way to the lurch in her stomach as she eyed him.

He'd definitely gotten skinner. But the toned abs still intact, marred skin glistening with sweat, those once soft curls now mussed and greasy, but still falling casually over his forehead. And that smirk, as prominent as ever, it made the twisted soul in Wednesday agitated in something else.

Maybe that's why Wednesday didn't deny it when Tyler so confidently said, "You sensed the monster in me and fell in love with it." It was scary, how that might be actually true.

She wasn't prepared during the first meet but when the next time she went there, her mind worked steadier, goal clearer.

"I wanna go in there."

Dr. Fairburn and the guards next to her stared at her as if she'd grown two heads and one of them was a Hyde's.

"There's no way that's happening."

Wednesday's brow twitched in that familiar challenging way, "There's no other way for your little experiment to work if you don't allow this."

Dr. Fairburn looked torn, unsettled.

"Tyler and I have history. You know it."

The staring contact went on for about an agonizing minute till the Dr. sighed in defeat and nodded.

"The door will stay open in case you need to run out. We'll be right here."

Wednesday didn't bat her another glance and walked in, the door buzzed open and there he was. Still like the last time she'd seen him, only this time the craze on his face seemed to have softened around the edges when she stepped closer.

"I didn't know you were so eager to die." The boy spat, chest heaving, taking a step close.

Wendesday took the next step forward.

"You won't kill me." She remarked.

Tyler's head tilted, amused.

"What makes you so confident? Don't forget I almost succeded."

"Almost." Another step.

"I can do it again." The chains around his wrists dragged along the floor as he inched closer.

Wednesday's breath hitched as she finally stood face to face with him, from upclose, she could smell sweat, the rust of the metal, antiseptic and the faint smell of Tyler himself. He was standing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his body and had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes-dark, brooding and salacious. Just like she craved.

"Then do it." She spoke barely above a whisper. Never breaking eye contact.

A low growl echoed off his throat and in a flash, Tyler had cupped her face and crashed their lips in a searing kiss.

People watching from behind the screen startled, on edge of their seats, unsure whether to chime in to help or do what. Dr. Fairburn looked away.

Wednesday couldn't resist the smirk off her face as the boy kissed her like he'd been starved, forcing his tongue in and she opened her mouth wide, brushing hers along his heated one, sighing softly in satisfaction, satisfied at the knowledge that she still had unfiltered impact over him.

The chains rattled as he pulled at them, snaking an arm around her waist to flush her closer, kissing with more fervor, the Hyde in him growled, deep and content for some reason, and Wednesday couldn't help the pleasing shrill running down her spine.

When they finally pulled back, breathing hard and ragged, but faces still close enough so they could feel each other's breath, Wednesday raised a hand and brushed a thumb across Tyler's lower lip, her own lips curved up in a small smirk.

"I'm gonna get you out of here."

Tyler's brows furrowed, arm still snug around her hips, "Why?" He was genuinely perplexed.

Wednesday stilled a moment, pondering over the reasons in her head then just shrugged like it was nothing. She wouldn't admit them out loud, never.

Tyler was satisfied with the shrug though, a real smile gracing his lips for the first time since everything went downhill.

"I gotta go now."

They pulled away from each other, already aching as the chill restored within their hearts from the distance.

Tyler didn't say anything, but his gaze, now tamed and calm, filled the silence between them with words that made Wednesday inhale sharply, face returned to the stoic, emotionless blanchness.

When she left the hospital, the weight on her heart felt lighter. And inside that horrible confinement, Tyler could see the flicker of hope, the burn of something that still had their terrible souls threaded, that still made him calm. Relaxed. In who knows how long.

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A/N:-

So, I have just started watching the second season, still in episode 3😅 but when I saw Tyler like that, I felt so bad that I wanted to write something right away. So, here we are!

Hope you liked it!
Lots of love for my readers💜