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Hunter Doohan looking so hot in his new Calvin Klein ad

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Hunter Doohan

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HUNTER DOOHAN Calvin Klein — Ben Prince (2023)

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WEDNESDAY SEASON 2 (Teaser)

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Hunter Doohan photographed by KatieDriscoll (via @hotxdoohan)

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Actors who starred in Addams Family projects and Barbie Movies.

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Poison Heart || Tyler Galpin

Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader Words: 1335 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from one of my previous blogs. Warnings: Dark romance. Slight violence. Predator and prey vibes. Summary: Upon discovering Tyler is the monster in your story, you find yourself still ensnared in his trap. There's nowhere to run.

NEVERMORE WAS SUPPOSED to be a sanctuary for the outcasts. A place where they could be educated in their own history and become part of a larger community. It had started that way for you but had quickly turned into so much more.

        Jericho used to be nothing more than a blip on the map that you hadn’t even realized existed. If only it had stayed that way. You wished you had never come to Nevermore. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been swept up in some monster hunt whose main target was now the boy you had come to love.

        Tyler Galpin had reeled you in with his boyish charm that shrouded the literal beast inside. You hadn’t wanted to believe it—had wanted to continue to brush off his increasingly strange behavior with lame excuses—but you couldn’t deny it when faced with the evidence. Especially after Wednesday had come to you with everything she had learned during her research.

        Dead leaves crunched beneath your feet as they wore a small patch by Crackstone’s Crypt. Principal Weems had expelled Wednesday just a few hours ago for her determination to hunt and take down the Hyde. Everything felt like it was crumbling through your fingers down to the last speck of dust. Wednesday was expelled, Xavier was in jail, and Tyler was a free beast who still managed to have your heart in his lethal claws.

        “Fuck!” You paused your pacing, picked up a rock by the steps, and threw it as hard as you could into the depths of the woods. It ricocheted off a tree and scaled away strips of bark. You let loose a breath, plopped down on the steps leading into the crypt, and buried your face in your hands.

        How had everything gone so terribly wrong in such a short amount of time?

        Footsteps carried someone around the side of Joseph Crackstone’s final resting place. You whipped your head towards the sound. A familiar face rounded into your view. One that you had once been eager to see. But now, as they approached you, the only thing you felt were the icy fingers of fear.

        You leapt to your feet and staggered back a few steps. 

        Tyler paused to raise his hands. “It’s just me,” he said. Despite looking exhausted, he still sported that smile that used to melt your insides to the pathetic mess of a teenage girl with her first love.

        He took a few steps towards you but stopped again when you retreated. The smile fell immediately. Hurt shuttered his eyes. Eyes that had always looked at you with a soft warmth that made you feel safe. Your heart twisted painfully.

        “(Y/N),” he chuckled wryly, “you don’t really believe her, do you?”

        You didn’t want to believe her. You wanted to deny it until you’d convinced yourself that it wasn’t true. You wanted to lie and make yourself believe that he wasn’t the Hyde that had been slaughtering his way through Jericho. But you couldn’t. You knew the truth.

        The answer was written all over your face without you even having to say anything. You wrapped your arms around yourself as a gust of wind blew through. Tyler smiled again at your silence and closed the distance between you. Your muscles were primed to run, but your feet felt rooted to the earth beneath them. 

        He stopped in front of you. Your breath stilled in your throat as he studied you. Then he pulled you in for a hug. His body felt warm against your chilled skin, acting as a shield from the unfavorable weather, but his muscles were stiff. Rigid. He’d just gone through hell. You told yourself that was the reason for his tense hold as you slowly wrapped your arms around his middle.

        He tightened his arms around you. “You’ve always been a bad liar.”

        His hand suddenly snatched the back of your neck and pulled you back to look at you. Any trace of the Tyler you’d thought you saw had been erased. The malign smirk he gave you had shivers skittering up your spine.

        “You’ve known for a while.” It wasn’t a question. He’d known you’d had your suspicions as much as you’d tried to believe otherwise. You’d known that something was wrong. That he was connected to the murders in some way.

        Your round eyes watered as he held you in place. It wasn’t often you were left speechless. But any words you could say crumbled to ash on your tongue. There wasn’t anything you could say that would change the truth. You could deny, you could confess, you could evade—but none of those options gave you any insight to a possible outcome.

        Tyler hummed, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the nape of your neck. “I enjoy it, you know,” he said. His other hand slithered to curve around your hip—a touch that had once felt so intimate, but now had your heart pounding for a new, frightening reason. “The screams and the blood, the fear… I can taste it, and you know what, (Y/N)?”

        He pulled you in closer. So close that his lips nearly touched yours. Your hands flew up to his chest, but you didn’t know whether it was to keep him at bay or invite him to continue.

        “It tastes delicious,” he whispered, “and I can smell it on you now.”

        You whimpered as the fear banded your chest. Your legs felt weak, like they were going to collapse on you at any second, leaving you further at his mercy. They might have buckled had he not been there to hold you in place.

        Tyler pressed forward to kiss you. His lips felt hard and cold against yours. Nothing like the soft and passionate kisses you’d shared in the past. He moved his hand around to the small of your back to press your body flush against his. You knew he could feel how hard your heart pounded in your chest.

        Nobody would be able to come save you in time if you were to scream out for help. There was no way for you to overpower him. Not even long enough for you to try to make a run for it. Especially not once he transformed into the Hyde. He seemed to be in control of his actions right now, but you feared he wouldn’t once the monster took over. No one knew if Hydes had any control over what they did. Even Faulkner had died before being able to answer that question.

        “We’re in this together, (Y/N). You and I.” Tyler touched his forehead to yours. The tears clinging to your lashes slowly trickled down your face while you trembled in his hands, terrified beyond sanity yet not having the strength to fight back against him. “What do you say? Hmm?” he murmured.

        Knowing there was no way out, you nodded your head just enough for him to detect the movement. He clicked his tongue and leaned back. His fingers grabbed your chin hard enough to leave throbbing imprints against your chilled skin. You winced and tried to jerk your head back. He yanked your face back to his.

        “Say it,” he demanded. Darkness bled into his eyes as he stared at you. This wasn’t your Tyler. Not anymore. He’d stopped being the boy you fell in love with the second he went through the transformation. The loss wrenched your heart inside of your chest.

        Your head started to swim dangerously. “You and I,” you whispered roughly.

        Tyler seemed pleased with your answer. He wiped the tears from your cheeks and cradled his face in your hands. You closed your eyes and let your fingers curl around his wrists. His lips came down to yours once more, and against your better judgement, you kissed him back this time.

        Tyler Galpin might not have been the devil, but in that moment, you felt as though you had just signed your soul away.

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Zombie boy

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Important note is that he is, in fact, on his knees in this shot.

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Hunter Doohan

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"THIS ISN'T OVER"

"I KNEW YOU COULDN'T RESIST SEEING ME AGAIN."

Just. Perfection.

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Character Profiles from The Book of Outcasts:

Xavier gets mentioned, but it doesn’t use his image. I will post more pictures from the Book for those who are unable to buy it.

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