A/N: (originally posted on AO3)

YEP I SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAKE IT BEFORE THE DEADLINE. WYLER WEEK DAY 2. The prompts I used for this was movie night, and nightmares, though I clearly focused more on the nightmares aspect of it.

Anyway hope u guys like it! I'm so sad I won't get to post the rest of my Weyler Week fics in time, but at least I managed to get this one before the deadline.

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Wednesday didn't often watch movies, but Tyler enjoyed them. She knew, of course, that she could easily convince him to do something else, but oftentimes he made sure that the activities they did on the dates they went on, she wanted to do more than he did. So, reluctantly, she offered that they have a movie night together every two weeks (she had planned to suggest once a month, but then Tyler had suggested it before her, and she wouldn't allow him to one-up her). And of course, with much enthusiasm, he agreed.

But that didn't mean that she always let him pick what they watched.

"It's my turn," Wednesday huffed, grabbing the remote before Tyler could stop her. He gave her an amused look as she started scrolling through the movie choices.

"Should I be concerned?" He asked, smirking as he slid down from the couch to sit on the floor beside her. They had set a blanket on the floor, and there was already a fresh bowl of popcorn sitting in between them. Wednesday didn't like popcorn. But Tyler loved it.

Wednesday didn't respond, clicking onto the horror movie category without a word.

One of the best things about showing Tyler Galpin a horror movie was how jumpy he became. Somehow, it was more amusing than the movie itself (which was saying something, considering the movie Wednesday had picked out was one of her favorites). Throughout the entire film, he continued to jump, flinch, grimace, and even yelp on more than one occasion, and Wednesday couldn't help but smile slightly every time he did. He even nearly spilled his soda on himself once when he suddenly grabbed Wednesday's arm, before pulling away sheepishly and turning a bright red.

But too soon the movie was over. Tyler grabbed the glasses and bowl and brought them into the kitchen, while Wednesday gathered the blanket from the floor, shook it out, and folded it neatly onto the couch. Suddenly, Tyler let out a loud yelp, and when Wednesday went to the kitchen to check on him, she found him smiling sheepishly at her from beside the sink.

"S—sorry," he stammered, embarrassedly. "I thought I saw something move."

Wednesday couldn't help smirking slightly as she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed. "That movie scared you."

"What?" Tyler asked, faking incredulity so hard that his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "What?" he repeated. "Of course not. You're scarier than any horror movie we could ever watch."

At that, Wednesday did smile. "Thank you," she said, keeping her tone monotonous.

Tyler wrinkled his nose at her mockingly, and Wednesday rolled her eyes playfully.

Eventually, Wednesday was sneaking her way back into Nevermore. Tyler waved at her from outside the gates, and Wednesday simply nodded in response as she disappeared into the fog. Tyler shoved his hands deep into his pockets and looked nervously at the forest around him, nearly jumping out of his skin when an owl hooted overhead. He shuddered, shaking his head to snap out of it. It was just a movie. There was nothing to be afraid of. Berating himself quietly, he got into his car and made his way back to Jericho.

Meanwhile, Wednesday was busily climbing into hers and Enid's balcony. She nudged the window open without effort (it opened soundlessly—she kept it oiled for a reason) and quickly changed into some sleeping clothes. Enid was fast asleep, and Wednesday glanced at her once to make sure she hadn't woken her before finally climbing into bed.

She had barely been asleep for more than a few hours before she was woken up again.

"Wednesday," Enid said sleepily, stifling a yawn. She had turned her bedside lamp on and had just now clicked on Wednesday's.

"What," Wednesday responded without opening her eyes.

"Tyler's on the phone."

Wednesday sighed through her nose, opening her eyes to look at her. "Can it not wait until morning?"

"Well—" Enid paused to cover the mic of the phone with her hand. "He… he said he had a nightmare. And I don't think he'd call if he weren't upset. And… he kinda sounds like he is."

Wednesday quickly sat up, trying to mask her concern. She took the phone from Enid and put it up to her ear.

"Tyler?"

"Hi, Wen."

Enid was right. As much as Tyler was trying to hide it, he did sound upset. Keeping her tone as monotonous as possible, she questioned, "What's the matter?"

"Oh. N—nothing," he stammered sheepishly. He suddenly burst into a fit of coughing, quickly angling his mouth away from the mic. He didn't sound very well, either. Had he caught a cold? There was a bug going around Nevermore and Jericho, so it was more than likely. Now that she thought of it, Wednesday remembered that, while watching the movie, whenever he'd bump arms with her, or grab her forearm out of fear, that he had already felt slightly warm.

Wednesday had to fight the urge to sigh.

"I was just… just…" There was silence on his end for a moment while he tried to find the words. "I just had a nightmare. Nothing serious. Just wanted to hear your voice for a bit."

His voice sounded hoarse, tired, and embarrassed. Without another thought, Wednesday sighed heavily, swinging her legs out of bed. "Oh, alright," she huffed. "Fine. Wait."

"Wait for what—" Tyler started to say, just as she hung up on him. She handed the phone back to Enid and went to her closet.

"It's really late," Enid said, rubbing her eyes. Wednesday ignored her. She knew she wasn't actually trying to stop her, and was only protesting out of duty. When Wednesday came back out she was wearing a hoodie on top of her sleeping clothes, as well as some comfortable shoes.

"It is," Wednesday agreed, grabbing her bag and stepping out onto the balcony. Enid followed her and sighed, hugging herself. But before Wednesday could take so much as a step over the edge, Enid suddenly held up a finger.

"Wait."

She ran back inside their room, leaving Wednesday watching with a raised eyebrow. She quickly emerged with a small, stuffed unicorn, promptly handing it to Wednesday, who received it by the tips of her thumb and pointer finger, a disgusted expression on her face.

"I thought he might need it," she explained, smiling. Wednesday snorted, but put the unicorn in her bag anyway. Enid waved as Wednesday climbed down from their balcony, and Wednesday nodded in in response.

The sheriff's truck still wasn't in the driveway, meaning he was probably still at work. Which honestly wasn't a surprise. Wednesday picked the lock of the front door and stepped inside, shutting it closed behind her.

One of the lights in the corner of the living room was on. Wednesday stepped cautiously inside, stopping in surprise when she found Tyler laying sideways on the couch, curled up on himself and facing the backrest. Judging from how he was breathing, he clearly wasn't asleep.

"Why aren't you in your room?" Wednesday demanded, not bothering to whisper.

Tyler jumped, nearly falling out of the couch, before whipping around to face her. He clutched his hand to his chest. "Wednesday!" he reprimanded, his voice scratchy and hoarse. "Don't you ever knock?"

"Only when I want to," she retorted, coming to his side and dropping her bag on the floor. She knelt down in front of him and reached out to touch his forehead. His skin was too warm under her cold touch.

"You have a fever," she announced, and Tyler groaned. Wednesday shook her head and pushed herself to her feet. "You're a hyde, Tyler. How can you get sick?"

"Not everyone's immune to everything like you are," Tyler retorted, sounding annoyed, and an inhuman whine of protest that Wednesday knew to be Hyde's escaped his mouth. She sighed in disappointment as she went into the kitchen.

"Dad keeps the fever medicine in the bathroom," he called out, before erupting into another coughing fit.

Wednesday emerged from the kitchen with a wet face towel. Tyler was grimacing at the ceiling with his eyes closed, and she tossed the towel onto his face, making him groan. Wednesday kneeled beside him.

"This isn't fever medicine," Tyler murmured, opening his eyes.

"Your body needs the fever to get better," Wednesday responded, taking the towel, which he had been pressing into his eyes, from him. "But this should make you more comfortable."

She knelt down and proceeded to pat down his forehead, then his neck, then his arms. Tyler watched her silently, a faint smile growing on his lips as she folded the towel and placed it onto his forehead. Wednesday raised an eyebrow at him.

"What."

"Nothing," he responded, simply smiling a little wider.

She didn't believe him, but let it go. She leaned sideways, against the couch, before eventually looking directly back at him. After a moment of silence, Wednesday spoke again.

"You had a nightmare."

Tyler's smile slipped. He sighed and nodded, chuckling ruefully. "I… I guess that movie scared me a bit more than I thought."

Wednesday stared at him, her lips turning downwards in a slight frown. "You aren't telling me everything."

Tyler blinked at her, then shook his head and turned his gaze towards the ceiling. "You know me too well."

Wednesday waited, the frown on her face gradually deepening, until, finally, Tyler sighed. "It was about my mom."

Her expression softened immediately. "Alright," she said, taking off her hoodie.

Tyler looked at her. "Alright? That's it?"

"Yes." Wednesday folded her hoodie and placed it on top of her bag. She scrutinized him. "Unless you want to talk about it."

"Not… not really."

"Alright, then." Wednesday took one of the blankets they had used a mere few hours ago and spread it across the floor. "Is that why you don't want to stay in your room?"

Tyler looked embarrassed. "Kind of. But the shadows were also kind of freaking me out."

Wednesday nodded. Then Tyler shot her a suspicious look. "Why are you being so… understanding?" He laughed quietly. "I thought you would've been calling me a wimp for getting spooked like this."

Wednesday snorted. "If you recall, I already did."

"I thought that was about me getting sick?"

"Weak is weak."

Tyler snorted. Wednesday reached forward to take the towel off his face and checked his forehead again. She hummed, getting up to rinse it out. When she returned and placed it on his forehead again, Tyler smiled mischievously, albeit exhaustedly.

"Awww, look at you," he said, smirking tiredly. "being all sweet to me."

In response, Wednesday smacked him in the arm, and he let out a cry of pain, clutching his assaulted limb.

"That was a warning," she said. While Tyler sputtered in protest, she went around the couch and started to climb the stairs. When Tyler asked her where she was going, she replied, "Well, I'm going to need some pillows if I'm going to sleep here, aren't I?"

When she came back down, she was surprised—and annoyed—yet again to find Tyler had moved from the couch to the floor. She shot him a look, to which he indignantly replied, "Hey, just 'cause I'm sick, does not mean that I'm letting you sleep on the floor."

Wednesday opened her mouth to protest, but Tyler simply took one of his pillows from her and gestured stubbornly at the couch. Wednesday reluctantly placed her pillow onto it, muttering about unnecessary gentlemanliness. Then she crossed the room and turned the lights off.

When she was on the couch again, she turned to find Tyler, who was still sitting, wide eyed. His breathing was slightly uneven, and Wednesday raised an eyebrow at him. Even in the darkness, she knew he'd be able to see her (Hyde's night vision was more than capable of that). She also knew, even without having to see it, that he was embarrassed.

"It's—It's a little dark, Wen," he said finally, his voice small.

Wednesday sighed, reaching beside her, towards the lamp on the side table and turning it on. She quickly dimmed it so it wasn't too bright.

Tyler visibly relaxed, but only slightly. Wednesday sighed again. Then, suddenly remembering Enid's contribution, she grabbed her bag and pulled out the unicorn. Tyler raised both of his eyebrows in bewilderment as she swiftly tossed it at him. She quickly wiped her hands on her shirt as if she had just touched something disgusting.

"From Enid," she sniffed, in response to his unvoiced question.

A small smile spread across his face, and he looked sheepishly down at it for a few moments, holding it with both hands around its torso, before pulling it to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around it. It was evident that it actually helped, as well, since he finally managed to lay down, placing the face towel back onto his forehead and sighing. It was ridiculously adorable, and Wednesday couldn't help rolling her eyes at the sight.

Wednesday lay down in the same direction, with the lamp at her feet. After a few minutes of silence, she glanced down at him, only to find him still staring nervously at the ceiling.

She propped herself up on her elbows and frowned. "You need to sleep."

"I know," he responded quietly, looking up at her with fearful eyes. Wednesday suddenly saw an image in her head of a young, scared boy who had just lost his mother. A boy with blond curls and a tear streaked face. And, for just a moment, that very same boy was staring up at her with silently pleading eyes.

"I just—I don't know." He sighed, and it was Tyler again. "I don't know if I can handle seeing her like that again."

His voice broke slightly at the end, and Wednesday exhaled quietly. Reaching down with her right hand, she gently inserted her fingers into his hair. His scalp was warm from the fever, warming her perpetually cold hands.

He seemed to find comfort in feeling her there, and even Hyde purred quietly in contentment. So they silently lay still, side by side, while Wednesday played with his hair. It was only a few more minutes before Tyler's eyelids finally drifted shut.

Wednesday continued to finger his curls, staring at the ceiling and trying to will herself to sleep. She wasn't used to sleeping with a light on. She always preferred it to be pitch black. Even Enid often made the effort to put her nightlight in a place that Wednesday couldn't really see it. And even then it was an adjustment.

However, if it meant Tyler would be able to sleep comfortably, then she supposed she was willing to sacrifice her own comfort for the night.

So she closed her eyes.

And just before she managed to drift off, she heard Tyler quietly say, "Thanks for coming, Wen."

Wednesday didn't need to respond to let him know she'd heard. She simply tightened her grip on his hair before loosening it again, and she, once again, ran her fingers through his curls. Her fingers were still tangled in his hair by the time they both fell asleep.

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Donovan was finally home, exhausted by another full day's work. Elvis immediately ran to his bed and curled up comfortably, laying his head down to sleep. Donovan let him go wordlessly as he took off his hat and tossed it onto the dining room table, suddenly stopping in surprise when he found Tyler and that Addams girl in the living room, fast asleep. Tyler was curled up on his side, a folded face towel on his forehead and hugging what looked like a stuffed unicorn, while Wednesday lay flat on the couch, one hand across her chest, and the other in Tyler's hair.

Donovan sighed, resting his hand on his waist. He came closer to Tyler and bent down, reaching out to touch his forehead. He was definitely warmer than usual. He glanced at Wednesday, whose expression was the most relaxed he'd ever seen it. Sighing again and shaking his head, he stood, heading towards the small hallway. Opening the cabinet, he took out the only blanket in it, quietly shaking it out while walking back into the living room, before draping it across the two sleeping teenagers. Neither of them stirred as he carefully adjusted it so it properly covered both of them, even tucking it under his son's sleeping form for good measure. Then he looked at them again, shaking his head and grunting quietly to himself. As exhausted he was by their antics, he couldn't help the small, affectionate smile that crossed his face.

It seemed so familiar. Memories of a life long gone—of him and Fran, doing almost the exact same thing—crossed his mind as he watched.

These two would be the death of him one day, he was sure of it.

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A/N: So I also wrote this when I was sick, so that's probably what inspired the rest of it, LOL. Hope you guys liked that!

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