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chunghasweetie · 23 hours

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𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x dealer!jjk

— summary | always giving out free shit to his favorite customer

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

smut, bickering, cussing, drugs🍃, plug jk, dirty talk, belittling, pussy eating, protected sex, porn making, friends with benefits(?), etc

— word count | 2.09k words

— song suggestion | everyday — ariana grande

“I can’t believe this man is really out here waiting outside like this.” Y/n groaned to herself.

She was meeting him once again for pre rolls, some dispos, and enough weed for her and her best friend.

Usually for anyone else it would be a bit strange for a plug to show up at their front door but Jungkook seemed very comfortable doing so.

Unluckily for her, she was very close to the plug.

He had been pulling up to her place everytime she wanted something. And he was more than happy to do it.

She was wearing a pink low cut top with a matching mini skirt. Her makeup was done up nice and her hair was curled to perfection.

She didn’t have much plans for the day. However, knowing that she was ordering from Jungkook, she knew she had to look somewhat presentable.

It’s not like she had to try too hard, she was gorgeous naturally. She had a body people would kill for and a face many would pay to even resemble.

“Hey mama.” The man bit his lip, checking her out at the doorstep.

“I don’t see anything.” Y/n looked at both of his hands and his front pockets. “Jungkook I swear if—“

“You’re already bugging.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I have it. A ‘hey’ would’ve been nice.” He stepped into her home.

“And it would’ve been nice to ask to come in.” She shut the door behind him.

“You’re so so pretty but your mouth—“ He exhaled. “You’re annoying.”

“Yet I’m your favoriteee customer.” She teased.

“Hell no. You’re not my favorite.” He shook his head, walking over to her counter, tossing everything he brought on there.

“Oh really?” She cocked her eyebrow. “You’re such a liar.”

“Psh- Why would I lie?” He looked over at her. “You’re honestly my least favorite.”

She could laugh. “Least favorite?”

“You heard me mama.” He shook his head. “You’re so annoying, rude, and you don’t even pay me.”

“I don��t pay you because you’re always tryna fuck.” She rolled her eyes at his insults.

“Trying to?” He laughed. “You act like I’m not successful every time.”

Wasn’t a lie. He was even laying it down when she didn’t order from him.

“You’re so annoying.” She groaned.

“I’m annoying? You texted me to drop off your shit and gave me attitude the second I came in!” He argued.

Also true.

That was their dynamic. Always having petty arguments as their way of flirting with each other. It was annoying but also very entertaining for the both of them.

“Oh my gosh. You’re already starting something.” She shook her head. “Go fucking change so we can watch a movie.”

“No way.” Jungkook fake gasped, touching his heart. “You’re letting me spend the night again mama? I’m so honored!”

“I hate you.”

༊—

“No way.” Jungkook’s jaw dropped at the sight of the scene on TV.

Jungkook and Y/n had been sharing a blunt on her couch and were heavily tuned into That 70s Show.

They had been watching the show together since the beginning of him coming over.

The two were cuddled up, Y/n stroking his hair as they watched the show.

It was the scene in which Jackie and Hyde had been secretly hooking up over the summer, and no one was as shocked as Jungkook.

Y/n had watched the series more than once, and seeing Jungkook’s reaction had her weak with laughter.

“That was so unexpected.” He announced. “But honestly, I’ve been thinking they looked good together.”

“Told you.” She shook her head.

“You didn’t tell me shit!” He turned over to her.

“Whatever.” She took another hit of the shared blunt.

“Pass it to me.”

“No.”

“Damnit woman.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re so fucking irritating but you’re so hot.”

“Awe. You’re such a sweetheart.” She answered sarcastically.

“Keep fucking playing with me.” He stared her down. “Been giving me attitude all night. I’ll straighten that out so fast.”

“The fuck you will.” She replied with an attitude once again.

“Oh wow.” Jungkook turned his attention to the TV, chuckling to himself.

“Okay.” He rubbed behind his neck. “Put the blunt down.”

“But—“

“I said put it down. You got your high. Just being greedy.”

She obeyed him after noticing his demanding tone of voice. He grabbed her remote, turning up the TV.

“Kiss me baby” He leaned in, easily earning a kiss from her.

“Pretty lips.” He pulled away before grabbing the back of her neck with his tattooed hand, crashing her lips back onto his.

She kissed him back willfully, smacking her lips repeatedly against his.

“So pretty.” He mumbled against them. “But that mouth is disgusting. Gotta fix that.”

He spit in her mouth, going back in and kissing her more aggressively.

Moving the couch pillow behind her head, he laid her down on the furniture.

He slid up her skirt, moving her panties to the side with his teeth.

“Not even apologizing,” He made a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth. “I got some for you.”

He used his left hand to grab onto her breast, and used his right hand to hold her hips down.

His face was immediately hovering her cunt. His mouth was already watering at the sight, spitting and drooling on it.

Although it made her feel good, eating pussy was one of Jungkook’s main sources of pleasure.

Especially hers.

He’s never craved something so badly.

They weren’t dating. They never discussed anything of the sort. They were young and didn’t want to waste time with the labels.

But he would be damned if he had to share this woman.

The two did have their rocky and dysfunctional relationship but he was very happy to be around her.

Always smirking to himself whenever she texted. Hoping she’d ask him to stay longer. Following her on his damn plug account.

He had some other customers that were attractive women, but from the beginning she’s been his favorite. No one else got all the perks like she did.

She was a whiny moaning mess. Jungkook hadn’t even tasted her yet.

“Jungkook, please.” She begged. “Can’t wait like this.”

"I know, baby, I know. It's been too long." He leans in, his breath ghosting over her skin for just a moment before his lips press against her clit.

Her legs immediately squirmed at the feel of his mouth. She could hardly move due to him holding her down.

Grinning, he moves his tongue around her clit, sucking and nibbling at it.

He moves one of his arms to keep her leg in place, while the other one moves upwards, slipping two fingers inside her.

"All that attitude for what?" He asks through muffled groans.

He smirks against her skin, moving his fingers in and out slowly. He starts flicking his tongue over her clit faster, adding a third finger as he matches the rhythm with his tongue.

“You’re bitching at me the moment I get through the damn door. Now look at you.” He chuckled against her clit. “Apologize.”

“I— mm— Fu— I’m”

“Can’t speak?” Jungkook suddenly stopped, pulling out his fingers and moving from her heat since he knew she was close.

“Jungkook!” She groaned. “You can’t do me like this right now.”

“I can’t?” He laughed. “Oh I can. You can give me attitude all damn day but you want me to reward you by letting you cum already?” He scoffed.

“Ugh!” She groaned in frustration.

“Turn around.” Jungkook was already tearing a condom open with his mouth. “Ass up face down.”

She got into position like ordered. Jungkook moved the hair from her face so he could have a better view of her.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jungkook had the sight of her ass all to himself. “Don’t even know how you made it fit in that tight little skirt.”

He was checking her out. He did this everytime. Her body was perfection and way better than any of the models he had seen on Instagram.

“Can you do me a favor mama?” He leaned forward, “I wanna to do something with you.”

“What is it?” She asked, desperate to get fucked already.

“Lemme record.” He tapped her ass, almost fainting at the recoil. “Please?”

“Yeah.” She reached over, grabbing her phone and handing it to him.

“My dirty girl.” He chuckled. “Knew you’d be down.” He took a hit of the dispo the two had on the couch.

He doesn't hesitate as he opens the camera app on her phone and starts recording. He positions himself behind her, lining his cock up with her entrance.

“Oh fuck.” He cussed as he slid in, the camera flash capturing their synchronized gasps as he slid inside her.

“Fuck, you have to watch this video later.” His mouth hung open at the sight.

“Mm— Jungkook” She hummed, “Fuck baby”

“Come on mama.” He slapped her ass. “Make this video good yeah? Bounce on this dick for me.”

She fucked herself on his cock, making her eyes rolled back with each bounce.

He grips her hips as he starts thrusting in and out of her, picking up the pace as he fucks her hard.

“Always so fucking tight” He groaned. “But you’re so fucking wet. How does that work?”

“Mm” She whined. “Jungkook you’re too fucking big.”

“You take it don’t you?” He slapped her ass. “So fucking pretty. Especially when you’re high.”

Her ass clapped against him, the sounds of her moans and her ass driving him off the edge.

They were panting, equally putting in the work to get each other off.

“Been dying to fuck you since you texted me this morning mama.” He spoke to her. “Huge tits, fat ass, and pretty face is just what I needed.”

She could cum with his words alone. She loved how he smoke to her and how vocal he was.

“Fuck” He groaned, pulling out with a loud ‘pop’ sound.

“Jungkook!” Y/n whined in irritation.

He stopped filming, shutting off the phone and tossing it to the side.

“Sorry mama. Gotta fuck you missionary.” He apologized, smacking her ass before flipping her over on her back. “Wanna cum while I look at your face.”

“Can I take it off mama?” Jungkook pouted cutely, pecking her cheek. “Pleaseee”

“No. I still don’t trust you.” Y/n shook her head. “Over here tryna bend the rules.”

She was very strict on Jungkook wearing a condom. She heard all sorts of rumors about the women he had been with and she was not taking any chances.

“I don’t know why. You know rumors aren’t always true.” He shook his head.

“Do you want pussy or not?” She threatened.

“Fine fine” He gave in.

He wanted her to know she was the only girl he was with but, it was too soon to deal with the sappy shit when all they were doing was fucking.

He slipped back in her, stretching her out once again.

He went back to his pace, snapping his hips inside of her while she arched her back at the impact.

Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at her breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her.

His shaft throbs as he watches her come undone on his cock, tits bouncing wildly. He's almost there just from the sight.

“Mm fuck Jungkook.” She moaned out his name repeatedly.

Their energy was lower because of the weed but their sexual urges were at an all time high.

Jungkook reached over, circling over her clit with his thumb. “Feels good huh mama? You take it so good.”

He was growing closer to his edge.

The double stimulation with the weed still highly active in her system made her go insane.

“Look so fucking pretty like that baby.” He cooed. “My prettiest and favorite customer for sure.”

His thrusts become more frantic, his balls slapping against her ass with each one.

“Jungkook I’m— I need to cum” She whined desperately, barely able to let out a single sentence.

He rubbed her clit more intensely before she came all over his cock, panting at the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jungkook came shortly after, pulling out pumping himself until he came all over her stomach.

The two panted together, staying still for a moment to catch their breaths.

“F-Fuck. I’ll clean us up.” He said, still trying to get to his breath.

“Let’s just run a shower.” She replied. “P-Please”

He agreed. He cleaned up what he could before the two stood up of her couch.

“So…” She trailed off. “You admitted I was your favorite customer.”

“Goddamnit Y/n.”

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inesvazquezart · 1 month

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Guess who binge read Glass scientists comic...so Hyde in fancy vest because I happened to see @leonenjoyer69 suggestion and love the acting in the comic. It needs an animated show, now.

Another week another fandom, it´s not been but three weeks since i binge read dungeon meshi too and it´s all tumbler´s fault!! ahahaha

Funnily enough I´m working on a graphic novel set in 1890s in Santiago de Compostela, with science and weird magical/ local folklore stuff surrounding the story. The main character is a girl obssesed with science and Charles Darwin that completely dismisses the supernatural. Maybe one day I´ll show you a glimpse of her and her wacky little sister XD

The plan is 4 books, I know, how delusional is that? first one is fully drawn and now I´m currently dealing with the inking which is been slow... Color is going to be death.

I´m working towards having it published on my region's dialect/language, and I´ve been weighing out the possibility of sharing an english version online, on a web of it´s own or even tumblr, but I´m really bad at promoting stuff and have no clue about how many of you people that follow this blog will be interested. First part is kinda childish, but it gets darker as the following parts move on, so i donno, if people would stick around. So I guess the only way of finding out is slapping folks with pages as cheese slices slap unsuspecting cats.

#the glass scientists #tgs #jekyll and hyde #tgs hyde #tgs fanart #need the tgs ending so bad...#ramblings #cheese slice slapping cat as marketing strategy

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barb-l · 1 year

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Wednesday's always getting called out for being whipped for Enid but I barely see anyone address that Enid is just as much of a hopeless fool for Wednesday so I just made the post myself. Here we go:

Despite being busy as hell and terrified of bees, she goes out of her way to help Wednesday out. And all she asks for in return is for Wednesday to apologize to Thing and make up with him

She hatches this plan to trick Wednesday into going to a spooky crypt in the middle of the night for her birthday. I mean, how sweet is that? If Wednesday weren't so hyperfixated on the case, im sure she would've appreciated that.

Bonus: she somehow ropes all these kids into the party. Obviously Xavier would wanna go, but I highly doubt Ajax, Yoko, Divina, and Kent gave a shit about Wednesday and vice versa.

She--- She made her the snood... How long did it take her to do that?? She was so excited to give it too...

Being unable to shift has been a BIG source of Enid's insecurities throughout the whole show, yet she was gonna lie about it so she can sneak out with Wednesday for her birthday

Despite being terrified of the Hyde and rightfully furious with Wednesday, she goes back to the mansion because Wednesday was going back. She was fully ready to let Tyler die otherwise (lmao jk she probably just forgot about him)

Came up with whatever shitty excuse just so she can see Wednesday. I get maybe once or twice, but three??? Within a DAY???? All while she was still mad AT her???? Sweetie...

The fact that Wednesday didn't even have to apologize for Enid to come back. I'm not a big fan of it. I genuinely wanted Wednesday to admit that she was wrong. But I guess Thing almost dying when she wasn't in their room to protect him made Enid realize it'd mean she wouldn't be able to protect Wednesday either. The irony of leaving because she put Enid in danger, and then coming back after finding out the danger is very real and much closer than they think

If we thought Wednesday was a mess when Enid moved out, lookit Enid when it was Wednesday's turn to leave

Once again, Enid overcoming her fear of the Hyde and risking her life so she can save Wednesday. She really brings the courage out of her.

She can barely stand, covered in blood and how many injuries, and yet all she can think about is whether Wednesday is okay. And when she finally sees her, she sprints, all injuries forgotten so she can tackle her into a hug. Boy she is smitten.

#long post #WOO!#Wednesday Netflix #wenclair #they are making me ill can you tell?

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child-of-the-nights · 2 years

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Larissa Weems x Reader Relationship Headcanons

A/N: Just watched Wednesday on Netflix and I loved it so much. I'm sad that there isn't much Principal Weems content on tumblr yet tho. Anyway, I wrote some relationship headcanons with her.

Warnings: contains spoilers

She could only really date you if you were a teacher at Nevermore or lived in Jericho. She is incredibly passionate about her job and spends all of her time in the school, so she most likely wouldn't leave the area.

That being said, after you two become a couple, she tries to inculde you in her schedule as much as she can. For example, Larissa just so happens to need some help with paperwork and asks you to help her.

At first it might seem that she's too busy to have time for you but she makes up for it every single time. Yes, she's a busy woman but she always makes sure her partner knows that they are loved.

I hope you are ready to hear the juiciest gossip in Nevermore because she knows most things. And she is always stressed out because of Wednesday the students, so she just spills the tea to you.

One thing she asks from you is to keep your relationship on the low. She doesn't want it to be a secret, more of something like this: "I didn't know you were dating Ms.Weems." "Oh yes, we've been married for two years."

Don't get me wrong, she loves PDA to a certain level. Larissa always appears professional and that's what she expects from you as well. She will get you all sorts of clothes and jewelleries, just play along with her.

She does hold your shoulder or waist all the time in public so as I said, it's not a secret. Larissa just doesn't yell it from the rooftop of Nevermore that you two are dating. And she hopes you don't either.

Her reason for this, besides the professional look, is that she worries about you. Who knows what trouble you could get into if the information traveled too far from Nevermore. You're too precious for her to accidentally get you in potential danger. Larissa is especially stressed when it turns out they have a hyde on the loose.

Now, let's move to the fluffy headcanons.

She's a big cuddler and no one can tell me otherwise. Larissa works for many hours even at night, so she just loves to cuddle with you after she's done.

Larissa Weems is a softie. She likes acting tough and taking the more dominant role in the relationship but ask her on a date or do cute romantic stuff with her and her heart will literally melt.

Tells you all the stories about her time in Nevermore as a student. If you happened to go to Nevermore as well, she bonds over the similar memories with you.

Likes going to the café in Jericho when she has time. It might look like a meeting to others but it's actually a date. The barista always knows what to get her but if you want to, you can ask her to try your favorites.

When there are no hydes running rampant around Nevermore, she takes you stargazing. She can drive to a little clearing in the forest and have a little picnic with you.

More often than not, dates are held during everyday activities. Going to the café, having some wine (or any preferred beverage) while doing paperwork, having a comfortable conversation in her office, etc.

One thing she absolutely loves is getting (and giving) gifts. Larissa especially adores them if you made it. It could be anything really. If you get/make her some trinket, she will keep it in her office so anyone can see it all the time. If you get/make her some jewellery, she will wear it all the time. If you get/make her some clothes, she has already planned out an entire outfit she could wear the next day. Get Larissa her favorite flower and she will give you the longest kiss ever.

On that note, she likes to give you gifts as well. Anything, really. From useful things, to beautiful jewellery and fine clothes.

Larissa also loves deep conversations where she can open up to you about her worries. When Wednesday enrolled into Nevermore and she started investigating, Larissa spent hours pouring her heart out to you.

Because of the fact that she is a shapeshifter, Larissa picks up on the little things people do. Basically, she easily understands what you do when you feel a certain way. She makes sure you know that you can always tell her anything that bothers you.

If anyone from Jericho makes comments about your involvement with "freaks", she will have a word with that person.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday show

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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hello! :) could i do a request for xavier?

One where y/n & xavier are dating already, but since his nightmares of the hyde started he’s been ignoring y/n for their own safety but they think that they have done something wrong and go to confront him one night. y/n goes to his art shed where xavier comes out of the door with the fresh scratches on his neck. y/n wants xavier to finally tell them the truth about what is going on and they make up 🥺

Love your works! ❤️

Xavier gives kitten energy…am I right?

keep sending requests for Xavier

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There's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

Something’s changed in Xavier. He’s been distant and cold toward you. Every time you try to make plans, he's got an excuse. A schoolwork that needs to be handed on Monday or an art project he wants to finish.

You were starting to think he didn’t want to spend time with you.

‘’I went to his dorm last night and he didn’t answer.’’

‘’Maybe he was sleeping? He almost fell asleep in English class,’’ Enid hypothesized, applying pink polish to her nails.

‘’Or, perhaps he was not there,’’ Yoko added simply, scrolling on her phone.

Enid nodded. ‘’Perhaps he was with Ajax? I saw them leaving the dining hall together yesterday,’’

You shook your head, looking down at your lap sadly. You wish they had been right. ‘’No. I could hear him on the other side of the door. He was there.’’

Two weeks went by and the murders started. A body had been discovered in the woods near Nevermore Academy a few days ago. A normie. The police claimed it was a bear attack, but bears don’t claw their prey that way and most certainly don’t steal a body part as a trophy.

In those two weeks, the distance between you and Xavier kept growing. You began to ask yourself if you had done something. Perhaps you had hurt him without realizing, or perhaps he was simply not into you anymore.

The latter was a harder pill to swallow, but you would rather know and be done than have this situation drag until Xavier mustered the courage to end it.

It was past curfew, but you couldn’t sleep so you slipped on your jacket and your boots and snuck into the boys’ dormitory. You were about to take the stairs to Xavier’s dorm when you saw him coming down. He looked a little frantic and agitated.

Quickly, you hid in the shadows and watched as he went outside. It was too late to go for a run, so he probably went to his art shed.

The night air was cold, but you ignored the chills and kept walking. You knew the way better in daylight, almost taking a wrong turn twice and stepping in a puddle. You were not a nocturnal person.

When you made it to the shed, you were having second thoughts. This shed was Xavier’s private place, his quiet corner to create in peace, and you didn’t want to step into his space. You felt like you were invading his privacy. The only reason you knew the shed was there was because he stopped by to pick up some things once or twice. You’ve never been inside though.

A wing blew, causing some dead leaves to fly in spirals and making you shiver. Going outside in your pajamas at 11pm was not your brightest idea. Especially in November.

Suddenly, you heard a scream accompanied by a commotion coming from inside the shed. Your heart leaped in your chest and you rushed to the doors, forgetting about privacy. Before you could reach for the handle, the door opened slightly and Xavier to come out.

‘’Xavier! Are you alright?’’

The boy jumped when hearing your voice, not expecting anyone around. ‘’W-what are you doing here?’’ His eyes were wide and scared, making you wonder what happened inside.

You reached for his face, cupping his cheek gently. ‘’I heard you scream. What happe—’’ He glanced back at the door, something inside obviously scaring him, and you caught sight of blood on his neck. Scratches. ‘’Your neck. You're bleeding.’’

Xavier covered them with his hand, hissing when he touched the fresh injuries. You saw fear spark up on his face and you grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his neck.

‘’What happened?’’ you repeated in a soft tone, trying to calm him, but the fear on his face wouldn’t dissipate. ‘’Xavier. Baby, talk to me.’’

His eyes found yours and he clutched your hand tighter, anchoring his mind to you. ‘’Can we please go somewhere else? I…I don’t want to be here right now.’’

You nodded and got back to the academy — to the dorms. As expected at this hour, there was no one around in the boys' dormitory, but you were still careful as you made it to Xavier’s dorm. You never know when one of the masters — or worse, Principal Weems — will be lurking in a dark hallway.

Strangely, Rowan was not there when you and Xavier got in. His bed was perfectly made still. Xavier would have worried about his roommate’s whereabouts if he had not been so emotionally shaken by whatever had happened in the shed, but Rowan was old enough to take care of himself.

The bed squeaked as Xavier sat down. He had calmed down since you had left the shed, but something was still bothering him. You could feel it in his demeanor, you could see it in his eyes.

He released a breath, then began talking. ‘’This creature has been haunting my dreams for the past couple of weeks. I see it growling with its big round eyes and sharp teeth and claws. I try to block it out, but I can't so I just come to the shed and paint it.’’

‘’At 11pm?’’

Artists get most creative at night, he had once told you after staying up all night sketching instead of sleeping. The drawing had been beautiful, but he almost fell asleep during Botany the next day.

‘’I paint to get it out of my head. It’s something Dr. Kinbott suggested that I do. It’s been helping, but this thing is strong. It has…power over me. I don’t know how to explain it.’’

You pulled your eyebrows into a frown. ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’When I was painting tonight, the claws reached out of the canevas and took a swipe at me.’’ Xavier reached for his neck again, as if the creature was touching him.

‘’I thought you were able to control your ability?’’

Xavier shook his head. ‘’Not when it comes to this thing. I can feel it in the shadows, kinda lurking in my mind. It’s scary.’’

You walked over to the bed and Xavier’s arms wrapped around your waist, searching for something familiar and comforting. ‘’I’m sorry all of this is happening to you.’’ You circled your own arms around his shoulders and held him close. ‘’I…I thought you were made at me or that you didn’t want me anymore,’’ you said, feeling dumb and selfish for not thinking Xavier could be going through something.

Xavier shook his head, pushing his face in your chest and bathing in your hold. ‘’That’s nonsense.’’

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Xavier Thorpe taglist: @sofiaadler @partyfly @hoodforcalum @thelilacmourning @ellessecretobsession @su-alteza-emia @achoo---uu @not-leaprvt @xaviersgf @peterparkerdilf @roadworkaheadisurehopeitdoes @dragon-chica @coldtacozinepanda @wrldofsage @eddiemunsonsluvrrr @capriaura @officialsaturn @babyfiva @maevaomizzolo @kelloggs-world @whosljt @ajpanda181 @belovedrey @emerycrt @elizabitchsshit @heaven-hiding @lilithlikestoread @est-liber @moonisu @dessxoxsworld @parker-nite @bellblake121890 @vesperazhier @kaldurahms-lover @beeebo234 @nephilimsss @mayuphoenix @sweetheartlizzie07 @watermelon-18 @snixx2088 @555stargirl555 @robinscardigan @chumchum19 @lilttblog @aphex2winn @heizenka @mystargirl-interlude @hwrtsiren @babygirljay20 @wildflowerlyss @strangersomeone @openfandoms @charlottelaffin @iheartmaddyperez @starless-starkov @ali-r3n

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x you #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday imagine #percy hynes white

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mikavlcs · 1 year

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Breathe

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x asthmatic!fem!reader

Summary: A sudden run in with the Hyde induces an asthma attack. Luckily, Wednesday is there to help you.

Warnings: asthma attack(?), this is kinda rushed and not proofread lol, author does not have asthma but tried their best to research, this also makes no sense with the timeline of the show...ignore that<3

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: late post lol but this was a request from two weeks ago. sorry for the wait anon, but i still hope you enjoy!

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Having a partner in her investigation was something Wednesday never planned on.

She had started it alone because she was the only one to see Rowan’s death, and apparently, the only one to believe it actually happened.

Besides you.

The first time you approached Wednesday about what happened that night, she simply walked away. But you kept coming back, kept insisting that your knowledge of outcasts and creatures could help her.

After a week of your attempts, she did spill some of the details to you, only because she was desperate for you to just shut up.

But you surprised her. Greatly.

Once she showed you one of Xavier’s paintings she stole, you were the one that correctly identified the monster as a Hyde. You confirmed that the Hyde was indeed a person and that Hydes always acted on the whims of their masters.

Despite her initial impression of you, you had provided crucial information to the case and made yourself an imperative part of it moving forward.

Before she knew it, she was spending more and more time with you.

When she found a new lead, you were informed as soon as possible. Your opinions and insight became important to her, though if you asked her she would vehemently deny that. And your presence in her dorm became so normal, that Enid and Thing would inquire about your whereabouts when you weren’t there.

Though she’d love to say otherwise, the two of you had grown somewhat close. Which is why she wasn’t entirely surprised to find out that you were asthmatic.

The time you spent together allowed her to notice many things about you and she noticed the ways your condition manifested itself in your behaviors within weeks of properly partnering with you.

You tended to avoid strenuous exercise, something she never thought twice about because she too had no love for exercise or physical sports of any kind. But that combined with the rather persistent cough you had some days and the vague panic she saw in your eyes whenever that cough got particularly heavy made her aware that something was off.

Your reasoning for not telling her about it upfront was some ridiculous fear that she would kick you off the investigation if she found out about your asthma.

But she didn’t, she only demanded you give her one of your spare inhalers.

Not because she personally cared about your well-being, that would be ludicrous. She simply wouldn’t allow you to die because of something as pathetic as your own forgetfulness.

You were her partner, after all, and you dying would significantly affect her investigation. Which is the same thought process she followed from that point on when she found herself studying you.

Wednesday would observe you throughout the day, taking note of how clear your breathing was or how much you coughed, and if you were having issues, she would try to deduce why.

Weather conditions, she found, had a particularly damning effect on you. Things like air temperature and density affected your asthma greatly, and the moment she realized this, she began making adjustments to her investigation to better suit your health.

During stormy days when the humidity in the air was almost stifling, she would ask you to help put together a crime board in her dorm.

She would insist on doing research in the library on colder days since the frigid air could be a trigger for you.

The spare inhaler you gave her gained permanent residence in her bag, going everywhere that she did in case there was an emergency of some kind.

And this ended up paying off greatly when the two of you journeyed into the forest to find the cave in one of Xavier’s drawings.

Wednesday was very hesitant to let you come along in the first place.

There was a myriad of factors that fed into her reasoning, your asthma being one of the largest. But your arguments were not without their merit.

The weather was clear, the sun shining bright without a cloud in the sky to impede it, and the Hyde hadn’t made an appearance in weeks. And while that was true, there was still an inherent danger in the situation.

You absolutely refused to take no for an answer, following her around and bothering her (more so than usual) all day.

Part of her still wanted to refuse while another wanted to give up and accept your company. Your guidance and knowledge weren’t necessary for this, especially given your lack of knowledge about the layout of Jericho’s forests.

But as much as she wished it was, Wednesday couldn’t deny that the idea of spending more time with you wasn’t entirely unappealing.

So she gave in and allowed you to join her, on the condition that you both brought along an inhaler for you. You agreed with some light grumbling, and you both set off into the woods.

The two of you had been roaming through the forest for about twenty minutes—Wednesday closely reading Eugene’s directions while you leisurely followed, offering the occasional (bad) joke to fill the silence.

You were in the middle of one of those jokes when a sound in the distance made you both freeze.

Wednesday turned, met your wide eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound. She waited, watching closely for any type of movement.

There was a moment of stillness then a twig snapped, the sound closer than the last. More silence ensued and Wednesday quietly inched toward you, positioning herself in front of you. A beat. Then a long scratching sound cut through the air, like something sharp—a claw perhaps was carving through the bark of a nearby tree.

Wednesday’s hand found your wrist, and she barely had the time to properly look at you before a thunderous roar tore through the forest and she was taking off in the opposite direction, pulling you with her.

Trees whizzed past in a blur as she, and in turn, you raced through the forest. Wednesday wasted no time trying to identify the creature following them. She knew that roar. She heard it the night Rowan died.

It was the Hyde, finally reappeared after weeks of inactivity to antagonize you two. Intentionally? Possibly. But she wasn’t going to fully delve into her theories until both of you were safe.

She didn’t dare look back and risk losing her footing on an unseen tree root or rock, but she could hear the monster giving chase behind her, leading her to increase her pace and tighten her grip on your wrist. The two of you ran at a steady pace for minutes on end, only slowing slightly when Wednesday felt you stumble behind her.

Finally, the sounds of the Hyde’s pursual faded but Wednesday only brought you both to a stop once they had long since stopped and she was sure it wasn’t there anymore.

She ignored the fire coursing through her legs in favor of taking in her surroundings, both watching and listening keenly for any sign of the monster and finding none.

“Alright, I think it’s gone, we should…” Her words faded when she saw you stagger in her peripheral.

Confused, she turned to you and finally took in your state. You were unsurprisingly sweaty and short of breath, but the redness of your face was beginning to give way to an unnatural paleness. Again, you stumbled, your pants turning to choked coughs, and only when she saw your chest stutter did she realize what was happening.

Her confusion morphed into horror, and she was by your side in a second.

She guided you to sit against a nearby tree, and you all but collapsed against the raised roots, harsh wheezes escaping you as your hands fumbled toward your pocket. Wednesday watched, puzzled, as you froze, your eyes widening.

The realization hit her a moment later. Your inhaler was in your right pocket, she knew because she watched you put it there and she was just noticing how flat that pocket now was.

“It isn’t there?”

You started to speak but your chest constricted, swallowing your words, so you instead shook your head violently. The tears in your eyes made Wednesday’s own chest ache, and that pushed her into action.

Tearing her bag off her back, she dug around its contents for your spare inhaler, desperately tossing her things out of the way. She struggled for about twenty seconds before finally finding it.

Like you showed her, she flipped the inhaler upright, shook it firmly, then brought it up to your mouth, her other hand moving to gently cup your cheek.

You breathed in as best you could as she gave a puff, weakly gripping her wrist as you watched her mentally count to thirty. Once she reached thirty, she shook the inhaler again and gave you another puff.

She repeated this process three more times before you shook your head, grip on her wrist tightening. Reluctantly, she dropped her hand and examined you.

Your breath was coming in short, deep gasps, but you were breathing again and that’s all she cared about at the moment. Intent eyes watched as your chest fell and rose from her knees in front of you, refusing to move until she knew for certain it was over.

Eventually, your hand released her wrist, and she hesitantly brought her hand back to her side. You looked up at her, the tears from before gone.

“I-I guess you could say…that you took my breath away,” you gasped out, a smile beginning to form on your face again.

Wednesday rolled her eyes so hard it hurt.

You were fine. She ignored the rush of relief she felt at the fact.

A few minutes passed and, slowly but surely, your breathing began to return to its normal pace. Wednesday observed you closely, eyes still focused on the increasingly steady rise and fall of your chest while her own heart rate decreased.

Shakily, you brought a hand to rest on your stomach, a groan falling from your lips. Wednesday inhaled sharply.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, eyes scanning you hurriedly.

You sighed, tired and heavy.

“I’m hungry.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes again, swallowing a quiet scoff. Of course, you were hungry. When weren’t you?

Shaking her head, she dropped the inhaler back into her bag and slipped it back onto her back. She reached over to grab your arm and stood, pulling you to your feet with her. “Fine, then we’ll get you food when we return to campus.”

“Oh? ‘We’ will?” you drawled, and Wednesday could practically hear the infuriating smirk you had on your face. With a sadistic smile of her own, she turned to you.

“I could always just leave you here. I’m sure you know the way back to Nevermore from here, right?”

Pride surged through her at the way you stammered. She didn’t bother giving you the chance to properly respond, snatching your sleeve and pulling you forward with her. “Let’s go, it’ll be dark soon.”

Knowing you were still a bit shaky on your feet, Wednesday walked slower than usual. It would take longer to get back to school, but there were still a few hours of daylight left so it didn’t matter much.

The walk was quiet. You were less talkative than normal, but she supposed that wasn’t surprising given the circumstances. Every so often she’d peer over at you to make sure you weren’t overexerting yourself in any way and find you just admiring the forest around you. She blamed the warmth in her chest on fatigue.

Throughout the journey, she kept a firm grip on your sleeve, valiantly ignoring the way her heartbeat accelerated whenever her fingers brushed your wrist.

Around an hour later, Nevermore came into view and, as promised, the cafeteria was your first stop upon your return to the school. Dinner was in an hour, so the kitchen staff initially refused to give you anything until dinner.

Wednesday just glared until they gave in.

You ate your food in silence. Wednesday watched your every move only looking away to glare again at the kitchen staff whenever they looked in your direction.

The moment you were finished, she took your sleeve captive again and dragged you to Ophelia Hall. She was bringing you to rest in her dorm, only so she could monitor your state and make sure you didn’t die in her sleep.

When you arrived, she all but yanked you inside, locking the door behind her. She ventured to her desk and set her bag down while you kicked your shoes off and looked around, eyes settling on the other, uglier side of the room.

“Where’s Enid?”

“Doing god knows what with Yoko,” she answered, striding up to you and tugging your blazer off. You sputtered, the beginnings of a question on your tongue but she silenced you with a glare. She hung your blazer on the headboard and pushed you onto her bed.

“Rest.”

You blinked owlishly. “What?”

Jaw clenched, Wednesday grabbed your shoulder and shoved you onto your back. “Lay down and rest. You’re exhausted, I can see it.”

And she could. She easily saw it in the hunch of your shoulders and the way your eyes drooped the moment your head hit her pillow. You looked like you wanted to put up a fight but after another moment of her glaring, you sighed.

“Fine. But only for a bit, I’m not stealing your bed for the night.”

She nodded. “Good.”

Wednesday promptly returned to her desk and sat down, loading a piece of paper into the carriage of her typewriter so she could begin writing. She was already behind because of your voraciousness, she refused to waste any more time.

While she typed her first few sentences, she could feel your eyes on her. She paid it no mind, her focus entirely on her story. Until your voice reached her ears.

“Hey, Wednesday?”

She didn’t even bother to pause her work, addressing you while her fingers moved swiftly across the keys. “What?”

“Do you think you would let me read your novels?”

Wednesday paused her typing, giving you a sideways glance. Her answer should be no. She had never let anyone read her novels (besides incompetent publishers) but the thought of you reading them didn’t fill her with disgust.

She thought about it for another moment, then answered. “Perhaps.”

A soft laugh came from your direction. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see you smiling widely, and it took all of her innate self-control to not turn and look.

She redirected her thoughts to Viper and her current mystery. Thoughts of your laugh were slowly replaced with the bloody crime scene Viper was investigating and just when she was getting back into her rhythm, you spoke up again.

“Wednesday?”

With a sigh, she once again turned away from her typewriter to face you. “Yes?”

“Thank you,” you whispered, sending a sickeningly tender smile in her direction.

Her words caught in her throat, face getting oddly warm at the soft look in your eyes. She forced a nod, taking another moment to just look at you before returning her gaze forward.

Silence overtook the room again, the soft clacking of the typewriter the only sound to be heard. When Wednesday finally gave in and allowed her eyes to drift to you, she found you finally asleep.

You looked relaxed, even the minuscule tension she saw on you throughout the day was absent in your dreamless sleep. The smile you had before you drifted off waned as your muscles relaxed, but the shadow of it remained and Wednesday was still as captivated with it as she was before.

Once again summoning all of her self-control, Wednesday tore her eyes off of you and set them back on her typewriter, still intent on finishing her dedicated hour for her novel.

By the end of her writing hour, she had only managed to finish five pages. Meager compared to her usual daily output, but she couldn’t bring herself to be upset when you were feet away from her, sleeping in her bed without a worry in the world.

She didn’t look at you directly but she did push her chair back a bit and turn it in your direction, quietly grabbing a book she was in the middle of and flipping it open on her lap.

Wednesday placidly skimmed the pages while taking small, occasional glances at you over the book. Just to make sure you were still breathing, of course.

As she read, her mind constantly went back to your question from earlier. Should she grace you with the opportunity to read her work? A brief internal debate gave her the answer she was searching for.

Turning, Wednesday opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out the manuscript for her first novel, setting it on her desk beside her. When you woke up, she would give it to you along with a gruesome threat to your life if you made any stupid comments or told anyone about her letting you read it.

(Begrudgingly, she looked forward to hearing your thoughts on her story.)

Until then, she would keep watch and continue to make sure that nothing brought your demise before she did.

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Push or Pull

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

Mayor Walker was dead.

This entire mess with the monster was getting out of hand in your opinion. At this point, you were ready to wash your hands of the situation. The falling rain was going to be your clean slate.

You couldn't help but glance at Wednesday. She fit well in the scene. Even with getting left behind while wounded, your heart seemed to still pull towards her. You hoped that you'd get over it soon.

With a final look, you follow the crowd as the ceremony ends. There was nothing more for you to do here but let the public mourn.

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The rain finally let up, so you took some time to relax in the quad at night. No one was around at this time and for once, it was calm. You were laying on one of the many tables, staring at the night sky. Wisps of Foxfire float around as you practice your control of them. It was peaceful, at least until you felt a presence.

Wednesday was on her way to the Nightshade library when she saw you. The feeling of guilt, unfortunately becoming familiar, sprang up. With a sigh, she makes her way towards you. The only indication that you noticed was your hand dropping and dissipating the foxfire wisps.

"Can I help you, Addams?"

The goth hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"I... The monster is called a hyde."

"Finally, I know the name of the thing that almost killed me. Life is complete." You groan as you sit up, still aching from the battle.

"Almost. You held your own."

"Yeah, only because he ran off before he could finish the job." You whirl around to glare at Wednesday, the anger and hurt beginning to bubble over. "And you left me behind to tend to your normie boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend." Wednesday was getting frustrated. No one seemed to understand why she did these things. "And clearly you survived. But if you desire, I can do you a favor in return."

You throw your hands in the air. "That's not how that works, Addams! You use my favor. You invoked me using my boon, that bracelet. You don't get to owe me because this was me repaying you." Your face was inches from hers. "You basically threw me at that... That hyde like I was a chew toy for some mutt only to get thrown away once I was ripped apart."

Wednesday knew she deserved this anger towards her. But she didn't want to lose you as an asset. You were valuable to her and her plans. At least that's what she told herself. She just didn't know what to say.

"I'm done. I'm tired of whatever relationship we have being one sided. I was stupid to think you had any capacity to care."

Emotionally exhausted, you turned to walk away. All you wanted to do now was to stay in bed for the next three days. But Wednesday's voice stops you.

"... At the Rave'N, what did you say to me?"

"What?" You turned, confused.

"During your performance at the Rave'N. You came up to me and said something along with the song. What did it mean?"

Steps echo as you walk up to her. Like during the dance, you take her hand and bring it up to your neck. Your vulpine eyes flash as her fingers curl around your throat.

"Destroy me more."

The words brought an unexpected shiver up Wednesday's spine. The way your eyes stare into hers brought a heat that nearly suffocated her. However, it disappeared as soon as it had appeared. You stepped back, letting her hand fall from your person.

"It wasn't in the way that was implied, but I guess it did happen." A sigh escapes your lips as you walk away. "Good luck with your endeavors, Addams."

You hope that you could avoid Wednesday for the rest of the semester.

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Yeah, Jericho didn't allow the pleasure of avoiding people. The town was far too small. You should've known that Wednesday would find her way in the Weathervane when you walked through the door. Your eyes meet and neither of you seem to want to look away. Slowly, you look away as you walk up to the counter, only to end up face to face with Tyler.

There's an awkward moment before the boy slowly slides out from behind the counter with a cup in hand to walk to Wednesday and her companion. You click your tongue as the other barista steps up to take your order with apologetic eyes.

You relay your order, unintentionally listening to the conversation happening near you. Learning a little bit more, you couldn't help but be curious about the investigation.

"Your father gave you explicit instructions not to be near me."

"Well, my dad isn't here and I'm on a break"

You would've gagged, but you didn't want to make your eavesdropping noticeable. You did feel eyes on you though you didn't look to see who.

"A hyde needs to be unlocked by someone. Its master."

Almost imperceptibly, your eyebrow twitches at the news. Two people were the unsubs, not just one. You add a last minute item to your order wanting to learn some more. You curse your curiosity sometimes. However, the sheriff walks in and interrupts the conversation.

With your order in hand, you had no excuse to stay anymore. You made to leave, but not without making your presence known. Moving between Tyler and Wednesday, you bump into the boy while handing the goth a cup. An order of a quad to-go.

"Your order, Addams. Now we're even."

You didn't elaborate. You didn't have to. Wednesday knew you were acting as a distraction to keep Sheriff Galpin from pushing too far into the conversation. With a turn and salute to the sheriff, you exit the shop.

So much for leaving Wednesday alone.

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Frantic knocking pulled you out of your reading. Your roommate had just stepped out ten minutes ago so you knew it wasn't her. Opening the door revealed a frazzled Wednesday to your surprise. She barges in and begins pacing.

"Yes, come on in, Addams..." You say sardonically. "So great to see you..."

You watch as she paces, muttering to herself. With a roll of your eyes, you sit on your bed and wait for the girl to address why she was here.

Eventually, Wednesday stops and looks at you. A quirk of your eyebrow gives her the signal to begin.

"Tyler is the hyde."

You furrow your brows in confusion.

"Wait, I thought Xavier was the hyde. I heard all about the arrest."

"While the evidence did seem to lead to him, I was... Wrong." It seemed to hurt her to say that. "I intend to rectify that mistake."

"So," you start. "How did you find out about Tyler?"

She hesitates, unable to meet your eyes.

"I got a vision after I... Kissed him."

You nod. "Ah..." It seems your heart was capable of breaking even more. You let a mask form to hide the sudden pain.

"What are you doing here, then? Why come to me?"

"I need your cunning. I have a plan to confront Tyler and make him confess his sins."

You cross your arms and lean back. "So you just need your asset back." With a scoff and shake of your head, you get up and move towards the door to let Wednesday out. "I'm not a tool to be used. I won't subject myself to-"

Wednesday suddenly grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you back. Her surprising strength yanking you back into your bed. As soon as you reorient yourself, you find that the goth was looming over you.

"I almost lost Thing to this investigation." The emotion on her face struck you dumb. "I refuse to let another person I care for get hurt. So please," her hands grip your shoulders. "Please help me."

Her words baffled you. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you finally make your decision.

"What do you have in mind, Wednesday?"

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Beauty within the Beast

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

A/N: I have no idea why I made this.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Y/N?” The sounds of leaves crunching underneath shoes could be heard as Y/N led Tyler deep into the forest behind his house. They were out here to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, if all goes well, they will succeed.

Y/N turned to the other boy, a childish like smile on his face. “Of course it is. My dad let Eddie and me play in these woods all the time. Especially at midnight when the killer spirits come out to play hide and go death.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, but trust me. With all the knowledge my grandpa gave me about Hydes, this plan will work.”

Tyler’s ears picked up at the note. “Really? What did he say about them?”

“That apparently Robert Louis Stevenson wasn’t crazy. The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde wasn’t just a short story or a nightmare he experienced. He was real. And apparently Edward Hyde and my grandpa were good friends back in the day,” Y/N said. “He’s your ancestor, though his mutation grew into a more beastly form that he passed down to his descendants. Passed down to you.”

Tyler tried to rack his brain around this new information. So, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were real people and apparently he was a descendant of the original Hyde. “So, I’m a descendant of them? And my mom was too?”

“Yup. But the good thing about my grandpa being friends with benefits with Mr. Hyde.” Y/N smirked at that. “Is that a person can learn to control their Hyde form and even use its strength in their mortal form.”

“So, I can learn to control my beast-like side?” Tyler asked. It seemed too good to be true.

“Yeah, but the only way for you to control it is to own the darkest parts of yourself. Your hidden desires and wants.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Tyler admitted. He’s made so many mistakes that it seemed impossible for him to be brave enough to control this side of himself. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“Tyler… I know you can control this…” Y/N got closer to the other boy and put his face in his hands as he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his lips as the other boy blushed red. “I believe in you.”

“Why would you help me, Y/N? After all the pain I’ve caused you, I don’t deserve your protection or your help.” He began to cry as he looked so broken and full of remorse. All the terrible things he did. All the people who he hurt and killed. He was a monster and deserved to be put down.

Y/N gently brushed his boyfriend’s tears away as he gave him a small smile. “Tyler, I chose to help you because I love you. Because I know that it wasn’t your fault for what happened. It was Ms. Thornhill’s. If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s her. For using a young man’s trauma and the need to know about his mother against him.”

Tyler hiccuped as he looked at Y/N with sad, wet eyes. “Really?”

“Really. Despite everyone saying not to, I don't care. All I care about is helping you.” He hugged him and that filled Tyler with warmth and hope. Hope that he can do this. “What do we do first?”

Y/N moved away from Tyler and looked into his baby blues. “We give you a moving target.”

“A target?”

“Right. If you can successfully catch the target and manage to control your killer instincts, then it means you’ve gotten control,” Y/N said.

“Who’s the target?” Tyler asked, but he had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

“You’re looking at him.” Y/N pointed to himself. “If you can catch me and manage not to tear me limb from limb, then it’s worked. You’ve owned the darkest parts of yourself.”

“Wait, Y/N, I don’t think this is a good–”

Whatever Tyler was going to say was cut off by a punch to the gut from his boyfriend. Tyler keeled over in pain. He looked up at Y/N in shock. “What are you doing?” Tyler groaned.

“Sorry, Puppy, but I need Mr. Hyde right now. Not Dr. Jekyll.” He punched Tyler in the face, minding his Frankenstein’s strength and not breaking Tyler’s nose or his bones. Tyler groans as he looks at Y/N, as his breathing becomes heavy and rapid and when Y/N sees Tyler’s eyes bulged out, literally, he knows it’s time for him to run. And fast.

He vamp speeds out of there, as he can hear Tyler’s inhuman roar as he begins to transform into his beastly side. His clothes tear off as he grows sharp claws until he stands about 10 feet tall. The Hyde roars and as soon as it catches Y/N’s scent, it begins to give chase.

Y/N speeds through the forest as he tries to put some distance between himself and the Hyde on his tail. It would have been easier to fly away, but unfortunately, he needs to be on the ground for this plan to work. He continues to speed run as he can hear the Hyde’s thunderous steps closing in on him. He stops just short of the gates of the local cemetery as he turns and waits for the inevitable. Not a moment later, the Hyde crashes through the trees and roars loudly, not a moment later he’s down on his back with the Hyde’s monstrous hand pinning him down.

Y/N looks up at the creature’s red, bloodshot eyes instead of Tyler's clear blues. They were wild and unfocused, with the only objective on the Hyde's mind was to capture its prey and mutilate it. Y/N wiggled a bit as the monster tighten its grip on him as it dug its claws into his sides. The young hybrid hissed at the pain of Tyler's claws digging into his skin. He locks eyes with Tyler's other self. “Tyler, if you can hear me, fight. I know you can control this. I love you.”

Meanwhile, in the dark recesses of his mind, Tyler watched the scene play out like a movie. Like he was merely an observer looking out into the film and he had no control over his actions. There was a dark chuckle as Tyler turned to see a doppelgänger of himself, but this version of him had black hair and bloodshot eyes. He smiled at the scene of Y/N pinned helplessly to the ground.

Tyler called him Dark Tyler. A more malevolent version of him that enjoyed the chaos and bloodshed. This was the darkness that Y/N said that he had to own. If he wanted control of himself; he needed to learn to accept his dark side. “Pathetic. He thinks love can save him?” Dark Tyler laughed. “I can’t wait to rip him limb from limb. I bet you he likes to get loud. I betcha he’s a screamer, eh, Ty?” Tyler looks at his evil counterpart, who has a filthy smirk on his face as he raises his right arm and Tyler sees the Hyde do the same thing in reality.

Tyler grabbed his arm before he could put it down. “I’m not going to let you hurt, Y/N,” Tyler protested.

His doppelgänger frowns at him. “And why not? Because he loves us?” Dark Tyler mocks. “You and I both know no one could love a monster like us.”

“Y/N did. He believes in us. Believes in me. And I’m not going to let you kill him.”

“Oh, so little boy, Galpin, has finally grown a pair and decided to man up.” Dark Tyler got close to his good side. “What are you going to do, Tyler? I’m the best version of us. The version that Ms. Thornhill brought out. I’m the stronger one. I’m the smarter one. I’m–”

Whatever he was going to say was cut off as Tyler jammed his fist into his chest and grabbed his heart. Dark Tyler looks up in shock as there was a fire in his doppelgängers eyes. His blue eyes were cold and fierce. “I’m done letting you take control and ruining my life. From now on, I’m in control!” Tyler rips the heart of Dark Tyler out and drops it to the floor beside his fallen lookalike as a sudden switch goes off inside his head.

Instead of just seeing Y/N. He could feel his body underneath his hand, his claws. He could feel everything in his Hyde form right now. He was no longer a mindless killing machine. He’s finally learned to control it, and somehow Y/N knew it too as he looked into Tyler’s eyes. “Puppy, is that you?”

Tyler felt himself shrink down to his human side as he willed his transformation to end. His claws came out of Y/N’s body as the young man winced as Tyler became human once again. A very much naked human. The Galpin boy looked at Y/N. He quickly got off him and tears formed in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Y/N got up and hugged Tyler. “It’s okay, Tyler. It’s alright now. Because you did it. You took control.”

Tyler looks at him. “I did, didn't I? I can’t believe I did it.”

“I can. I told you you were strong enough to do this, and I was right.” Y/N smiled.

Tyler smiled back. “I love you, Y/N Munster.”

“I love you too, Tyler Michael Galpin.”

The two share a passion kiss that was much more heated than the first one as Tyler groans as Y/N pulls away when he feels something hard poke him. He looks down and smirks as he looks at Tyler. “Someone’s excited.” He points to Tyler’s hard on as the other boy blushed.

Y/N giggled. “Tell you what, for being so brave, why don’t you and I go all the way today?”

Tyler looks shocked. “Really?”

“Yeah, my dad says there’s no better or more romantic place to lose your virginity than in a cemetery. Especially if you do it on a gravestone.”

Tyler just chuckles as he kisses his boyfriend once again.

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follow-the-ghostlight · 1 month

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The way I have studied this musical since 2016 and have made it one of my longest standing hyperfixations is worrying, because I swear on my rare musical merch I have so many opinions and so many words. I love this musical so much that I plan to audition for a show a company 2 hours away from me is putting on. That is the closest I have ever gotten to being in or seeing this musical.

I have also convinced myself that the musical imploded cause of horrible casting decisions, because, like, HOW CAN YOU GO FROM MULTIPLE AWARDS AND BREAKING RECORDS TO NOW NOBODY’S EVER HEARD OF IT. More people have heard of WAY more niche musicals and it’s baffling to me. WHY oh WHYYY did they have to make the TV special that ALL OF AMERICA COULD SEE be the one with Hasselhoff. Why. Why did he have to be the one. To be frank, he sucks ass as this lead. Like, he’s maybe ok at singing, his acting is cheesy and hammy, and he is just absolutely not fit for that role at all. He’d do fine in an ensemble, but not the lead. He cannot bounce between tenor and baritone effectively, he does not sound or look like a different person when he “changes”, unlike Cuccioli and Warlow, his vibrato is out of control… I could keep going, but I won’t unless someone wants to hear it in dm or something lol.

And with the revival??? Why did they have to change the aesthetic??? Why did they have to make it over sexualized AND steampunk?? IT’S A GOTHIC MUSICAL!! IT IS NOT A PUNK ROCK CONCERT!! IT IS IN THE EXTENDED TITLE!!! I could go on forever about this. I am so mentally ill. I wrote a 4000+ word, 10-page, cited paper for fun about how it could be properly revived for broadway and although some of my thoughts and ideas have changed, I will definitely die on quite a few hills with the opinions I have. I’ll likely rewrite that paper over the summer or even make a video on YT discussing it, cause I wanted to make a Jekyll & Hyde iceberg video anyway. In any case, thanks for listening to my TED talk.

#rant post #musical theatre #broadway #jekyll and hyde #jekyll and hyde musical #robert cuccioli #jekkie #musicals #musical review #someone properly revive jekyll and hyde please #or else I will #i have so many thoughts

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daboyau · 1 month

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You are being adopted. Do not resist.

“Ah-ah!” Two said loudly, reaching out to pluck the pen out of One’s hand. His brother grumbled softly, but didn’t put up any further resistance as Two shoved past him. He didn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crossed his counterpart’s face before being swiftly hidden away. “We don’t sign anything before reading it.”

Three laughed as he threw himself over his batch-mate’s shoulder, wrapping arms around his neck despite Two’s grumbles of displeasure. His posture was relaxed and open, his sharp teeth showing in an easy smile, but his eyes were hard as they darted between Hyde and Dr. Rude. He fought the urge to scoff; there was no way that that turtle ever went to medical school!

“What’s it say?” Four asked, inching closer, trying to steal a peak at the many paged packet that Hyde had set out for them to sign. He was visibly sweating beneath his lab coat.

“Ah, just some simple competition rules,” he said, voice pitchy and strange, just like Two’s got when he lied. Three saw his batch-mate’s snout wrinkle with distaste as he realized the same thing.

“Please tell me I at least manage somewhat better than that,” he muttered, eyes not straying from the papers as he speed-read them.

“You’re way worse,” One replied with far too much cheer, and snorted out a little laugh when Two’s tail snapped out like a whip to smack his leg. It left a raised welt, right above the bandages hiding his stitches. They’d have to take those out soon, since he was probably almost healed by now.

From the corner of his eye, Three caught sight of Dr. Rude creeping a little closer, bright smile pasted on his face. The expression had shifted slowly from welcoming and friendly to manic and just-barely-holding-it-together the longer it had stayed in place. Three made a sound, low in his chest, and his brothers immediately stepped a little closer, closing ranks while turning slightly to ensure they collectively had no blind spots as they guarded Two. Their alternate selves watched closely, something like recognition and horror flickering over their features as they took in the display.

“There it is!” Two suddenly exclaimed, tossing the heavy packet down. It hit the floor with a solid thunk. Geez, they could assassinate the president with a brick like that. Who let them carry something that heavy between dimensions? Wasn’t there a weight limit or something?

“What’d you find?” Four asked, his fingers wrapped around One’s wrist. His dark eyes were intense and alert as he swept them over the gathered crowds. Though he had been so excited just moments before, Three’s signal for potential danger had snapped them all straight back into the easy rhythm that years of training had driven into them. Three trusted that his brothers would all take the potential threat seriously, at least until One or Three gave the all-clear.

“There’s a clause in here that effectively renders this competition agreement an adoption agreement.”

“Adoption?” One repeated, frowning and obviously confused. Four broke formation, just for a second, to lean around his brothers to shoot Hyde an incredulous and deeply disappointed look.

“I think there’s another version of you here who’s already a teen dad,” he said, far too solemn for the way that their counterparts’ expressions got all twisted up in four uniquely hilarious ways. “If you want to be one, too, maybe you can talk to him about how he did it instead of trying to adopt One.”

“It was actually for all of you!” Champion cut in, far too cheerfully.

“Ugh, this is taking sooo long!” Dr. Rude lamented as he clambered up Red’s shell to perch atop it, crouched and staring at them with a predatory glint in his eyes. He looked like he was planning on leaping at them any second. The danger was obvious, which meant it was time to go. They didn’t need to get in a fight here, where they had no access to their weapons or supplies. One rumbled, deep in his chest, an order.

Dr. Rude’s eyes snapped to him, fever bright. The smile dropped, leaving only a hollow eyed stare. His eyes seemed to spark and glow for a brief second.

Four took a step backwards, Three closing rank in front of him, One and Two flanking him. Muscles tensed, ready to move. They were all watching their respective counterpart, noting the signs of a brewing fight, well aware that the second a single one of them moved the tension would shatter and it would begin.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Champion said, his voice low and soothing. Trying to talk them all down, even with his fingers curling tighter around the hilt of his sword and his muscles bunching in preparation to attack.

“Sorry, but I think that it does,” Three shot back, baring sharp teeth in the brief flash of a menacing smile. They moved as one, taking another careful step back.

“Aw, that’s okay!” Dr. Rude cut in, staring at them from his perch on his brother’s shoulders. He tipped his head, and Three noted that Champion mirrored the movement at the exact same time. It was eery, how in-sync those two moved as identical grins twisted their faces. “We love a good fight.”

Three didn’t wait for more. He barked an order. As one, they turned and ran, the others right at their heels.

@boots-with-the-fur-club

@tmntstorycomp

#Rottmnt #Leave/remain au #Comp propaganda #Lets gooooooo!!!!!#my writing

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alder-saan · 1 year

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Hyde and need

Larissa Weems x hyde! reader

The title makes literally no sense but I don't care.

Hurt/angst and comfort

TW : involuntary commitment

words count : ~ 1.9k

-> additional chapter

Three men in some kind of armour were pointing guns at you. You raised your hands, terrified. Your heart was racing in your chest. Who were they? What did they want from you?

“Now you’ll follow us, Mx.”

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“We are HDC, Mx. Do not resist and no harm will come to you.”

Everyone in the street was looking at you. You couldn’t run. You had to follow them. You nodded. They led you to an armoured truck, and you entered in the back. A few seconds later, you heard the engine humming, and a voice talking on a mobile.

“Yes, Ms Weems, we have them. Don’t worry, you are safe now.”

Your heart sank. Of all people, you would have never thought about her. She called them. She betrayed you. You never hurt her, you never let her think you could potentially be dangerous. So why? And above all, how did she know?

You opened your eyes, in your little room. Four white walls, a grey floor, a white door locked from the outside, a small window you couldn’t open, a bed, blue sheets, a desk, a washbasin, empty shelves (except for seven prisoner, oh sorry, patient outfits). You sighed and looked at the clock above the door. 6:58. The bell would ring in 2 minutes.

Today was your last day in HDC. Hyde Detention Centers. It had been created many years ago to keep an eye on the hydes of the United States. If someone had a doubt on your dangerousness, they could call, and some staff would pick up the hyde and take them to one of the centres, and keep them for a year to do all sorts of assessments. That was what happened to you.

Being a hyde wasn’t the most fun thing in the world.

You were an outcast among outcasts.

You soon learnt to never tell anyone what you were, pretending to be a normie. And so you had never been in one of these centres, until she betrayed you. The only people who knew your little secret were your parents. They had managed to educate you in a way you never had to struggle with your hyde part.

And so you had thought you could live like anyone else. Happy, with a lover, with a family, with friends.

Until she betrayed you.

Larissa Weems.

Your girlfriend.

Your ex-girlfriend.

Well officially you never broke up but…

The bell rang. The click of the door told you that it was unlocked, so you could go to the refectory. You dressed in the grey trousers and shirt, put on your shoes, and went out of your room.

You were one of the first to take your breakfast, as always. And even though it wasn’t good, you enjoyed the taste of freedom a last meal in HDC tasted. One year between these walls, seeing psychologists, psychiatrists, doctors. One year. And it was over. It had no suspense. You knew you were not dangerous. You never attacked anybody, you knew how to deal with your hyde part. You knew in a couple of hours you would be free. For EVER. Now you were in their database, the only way they could get you once again, after releasing you, was evidence you had killed someone. And as you planned to never kill anyone…

“Mx L/N, we are happy to tell you we didn’t find any evidence you could be dangerous. You are now free. Nevertheless, you have to go every two months to an appointment with one of our affiliated psychologists.”

The man gave you a stack of paper to sign. You took them, half-crying.

“Thank you, thank you!”

You knew it. But you couldn’t really believe it. It was over. It was all over. You would be able to start a new life.

“Now someone will drive you back to your home.”

You opened your door, on the third floor of a building.

Your home. Your apartment. It was full of dust, but it was your home. It still smelled of the perfume you used to wear in the evening to visit Larissa. On a chair by the window you saw the blue scarf she had lent you. You felt your heart drop. You had left this place a year ago. And a year ago you were still with her. Here and there, photos of you and her on the walls. On the calendar, a little star to mark an evening when you wanted to take her to the cinema.

You couldn't.

You had left the day before.

You closed the door and cried, here, on the dusty floor.

You knew you couldn’t stay here to start a new life. Everything reminded you of Larissa. She was everywhere. In every inch of your apartment, in every street, on every bench, behind every door…

Already two months had passed. You almost never went out of your home. Sometimes, getting out of your bed was difficult. But today, you had your appointment with the psychologist. And waiting patiently for the time at home bored you terribly, so you decided to go early. At worst you would wait in the waiting room… You knew that there were always things in the waiting rooms, magazines, books, or even posters to read…

And you arrived three quarters of an hour early. You entered the building and searched for the waiting room. A woman indicated that it was the first door on the floor.

What you didn’t know was that Larissa was waiting for one of her students.

And when you entered the waiting room, you noticed her. She was working, her laptop on her lap. She looked up to see who was entering and froze.

“Y/N?”

You opened your mouth but no sound went out of it. Larissa closed her laptop.

“Y/N, is that really you?”

You couldn’t move. Why? Why did she have to follow you everywhere? Why? She walked towards you.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.” You coldly said.

“How… How was this year? They didn’t let me call you or send you any message…”

“How was this year? I don’t know. I was a prisoner even though I never did any harm, but because I am a hyde, my ex-girlfriend sent me to this jail for one year.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” she almost whispered. “I was afraid… It was the beginning of the attacks… Of course I didn’t know-”

“Don’t apologise. I understand. I was the one lying, and no one likes hydes. I understand you now. I’ll have to learn how to deal with this without lying. I don’t want this situation to happen again.”

You sat on a bench seat. You tried to keep the best poker face you could.

“What do you want to do, now?” she asked.

“I think I will move. It's hard for me to live here. I'm going to find a city where no one knows me, and I'll be living alone for the rest of my life. I should never have tried to live with people.”

Larissa knew very well how you were feeling right now. Your mouth corners were not like in your natural smile. You were trying to hide your sadness. Plus, she knew you were really sociable, you needed people around you, without them, you couldn't feel alive. And what did you mean by “with people”, why didn’t you say “with OTHER people”? She sat next to you. How she wished to be a year earlier. When you were not afraid to show her how you felt, when you were crying in her arms because you trusted her… She had ruined everything. Your condition, her loneliness, your loneliness, it was all her fault. Guilt had been eating her up for a year and two months, but it was nothing compared with how she felt now.

“I know you’re still angry at me, I understand that. But I want you to know I really missed you. I didn’t… sent you there because I didn’t trust you. I trusted you. I still do.”

“Why then?” your eyes were filled with tears, you tried to swallow them but couldn’t.

“Because I didn’t want you to be suspected. By anyone, including me. If the attacks would have continued while you were still here, I knew I would have doubts at one point. And… to be honest, when I learnt you were a hyde I felt… betrayed. You were the one who didn’t trust me. You could have told me. But you decided to lie. That’s what I was thinking. It’s not your fault though. I know I was wrong. I know I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

You couldn't hold back your cries any longer and burst into tears. She cradled you in her arms.

“No, please, don’t cry… You’re too good for that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

She cupped your face and looked at your eyes, wiping your tears with her thumbs.

“Don’t… That’s my fault, entirely. You didn’t do anything wrong. I want you to understand that, okay? You don’t have to feel guilty.”

“I-I…”

“I know we are not as close as we used to be, but you still can tell me anything. You know I’m a good listener.”

“I-I hate being a hyde, I always have hated it… Why am I a hyde? Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to live alone? Why…”

She held you tight.

“Don’t say that… You don’t have to live alone. I’m sure you’ll find awesome people in your new city.”

“Who would date a hyde, uh? Who would be friends with a hyde?” you almost yelled.

“I would.”

You looked up, only to see her eyes, glistening with tears.

“I would be friends with you. I would even date you if you accept to give me a second chance.”

You didn’t know what to say. Of course you wanted her to date you again. But she hurt you. She hurt you so bad.

“If you don’t want to, I understand. I would love to have a chance to make amends though. I want you back. I want everything back.”

You gently kissed her. She was surprised, at first, but reciprocated. God, how you missed this feeling... Being in her arms, having your lips against hers... You wrapped your arms around her neck, and slowly broke the kiss.

“I want you back too.” you whispered against her mouth.

“OH. MY. GOD.” a girl said.

You looked at her. Blond hair, blue and pink highlights, nevermore’s uniform. Larissa went red.

“Miss Sinclair, since when are you listening to us?”

“Since the second ‘I want you back’, I haven't heard anything before.” she said.

“You know, if you say, ‘the second’, it means you know there is another before?”

“Oh, uh, I… I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. Please do not post it anywhere. Not on your blog, not on instagram, tik tok, snapchat, facebook, twitter, tumblr or any other social media.”

You chuckled.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I have to drive Enid back to Nevermore, what if we meet in the Weathervane after your appointment? We could catch up…”

“Sounds lovely,” you said.

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The fuck this is the most borderline fic I've ever wrote...

Hope you all liked it !

#larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #principal weems #principal weems x reader

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uramilf · 6 months

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Day Two - We Went to Winter Wonderland

Y/N barely slept the night before her day out with Matty. Was it a date? Or just a friends thing? Was she supposed to dress nice? Unbeknownst to her, Matty felt the same way. He tossed and turned the entire night, duvet almost ending up on the floor from the amount of moving he was doing. Mayhem lay there in his dog bed staring up at his dad, most likely wondering what was going on.

Eventually, morning came for the both of them. Matty decided that since he was the one who arranged the outing, he should bite the bullet and text her about all the things he had been worrying about:

Hey, I’ll pick you up at 7 later! Dress warm and comfy, it’s gonna be freezing. And don’t bring any money, I’m paying for everything :)

He sent the message and let out a long sigh of relief. Y/N, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling any relief whatsoever, until her phone buzzed and she practically ran towards it. She read the message with a beam on her face, rolling her eyes when she read the part about not bringing any money. Typical Matty, she thought.

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Seven o’clock rolled around faster than expected for the pair, and Y/N ran to the door the second she heard a car in the drive. Matty, like a true gentleman, planned to knock on her door and walk her to the car. But she didn’t give him enough time to even undo his seatbelt before she was in the car beside him, grinning like a toddler, wrapped up in so many layers he wasn’t even sure it was her inside her coat. “Hey, love. I was gonna come up to the door, y’know…” “Don’t be daft. It’s freezing out, might as well stay in the car as long as you can, right?” Y/N grinned. Matty had the heating up full, so she pulled off her hat and scarf. “Matty? Can I ask you something?” He looked up with a surprised look. “Course you can, love.” Y/N took a deep breath. “Is this a date?” she blurted out. Matty looked more shocked than ever, and her breath caught in her throat. “Sorry, silly question,” she mumbled. “If you want it to be, darling.” A comfortable silence filled the car for a moment as they sat in her driveway. “I do. Do you?” she whispered. “More than anything in the world, love.”

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The pair arrived to Hyde Park quicker than they both expected, maybe because the stress they had both been feeling had been lifted as soon as they confirmed it was their first date. As Matty turned the engine off, the faint sounds of ‘Driving Home for Christmas’ could be heard, as well as comforting chatter and laughter from outside. They walked closely together, close enough to be holding hands, but both were still too nervous to reach out for the other.

They had spent almost two hours wandering round together, drinking hot chocolates, screaming with laughter on the rides, talking about their Christmas plans. But the December air was getting even colder, and both Matty and Y/N were yawning periodically. “Nearly time for home, I think,” Matty said with a slight frown, wiping away a tiny bit of whipped cream from Y/N’s cheek with his thumb, which must have gotten there from her hot chocolate. Y/N grinned with a scrunched up nose when she felt his touch. “You’re right. I don’t want this to be over, though. Can we go on the ferris wheel before we go home?” “Course we can, come on.” Matty stood and grabbed her by the hand without a second thought. They walked for a few minutes before he even realised what he had done, but when he did notice, he smiled wider than he had the entire night. “What?” Y/N laughed. Matty held up their intertwined hands and pressed a kiss to hers. “This,” he said. “You make me so fucking happy.”

They held hands all the way onto the ferris wheel, and when they sat opposite each other he took both of her hands into his again. “I’ve really enjoyed this, y’know. I was so fucking nervous. George was getting well pissed off with me.” “I was nervous too,” Y/N admitted. “But look, we’ve had the best time. No need to be nervous with me ever again.” “You’re right,” Matty smiled softly. “Can we do this again? Like, go on another date?” “Of course we can,” Y/N laughed as the ferris wheel started moving. They chatted until they reached the top. The lights of London illuminated both their faces as they pointed out to each other places on the ground that they had been earlier in the day. Matty fell quiet and his grip on Y/N’s hand tightened, as if he was nervous again. She didn’t say anything, just kept looking out over the city.

“Can I kiss you?” he broke the silence. Y/N still didn’t say a word, just pressed her lips to his. He kissed back with no hesitation at all. Time seemed to slow down as she slid her hands into his hair and his hands found her waist. Finally they pulled away, breathing heavily, before Y/N collapsed in a fit of shocked laughter. “Fuck, that took us long enough,” she giggled. “Too long. We should’ve done it a long time ago.”

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Matty pulled into Y/N’s driveway once again, before pressing another kiss to her lips. “Maybe we should just keep this quiet for a bit, and just see where it goes,” he suggested. “You’re right, yeah,” she agreed. “You coming to my Christmas party next week?” “Of course I am, love. I’ll ring you in the morning, yeah?” Y/N nodded and kissed him one last time before entering the house. She collapsed onto the sofa, grinning to herself like a maniac, full of relief and disbelief at the same time. Fuck, she thought with a laugh. I just kissed Matty Healy.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #christmas75 #matty healy imagines #matty healy fic

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pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land · 1 year

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what he has that i don't

summary: wednesday gets jealous for the first time when she sees you with xavier

Enviosity had engulfed Wednesday's heart as she peeked around the pillar to see you and him talking - again. She seethed in her own silence as she stormed off to the next class; initially planning to invite you but all those hopes were shattered she saw you just standing there chatting with Xavier.

She was entirely new to this feeling that she was experiencing. She's never been so fully possessive or jealous, but that's until you and her both fell for each other. Somehow, Wednesday had loathed it whenever you talked to Xavier, as if she didn't have something he had.

"Aw, Addams, why have you been so grumpy lately?" you teased playfully, walking over to the girl who was immensely typing away at her new novel.

"You tell me why," The ravenette kept a straight face as she continued typing, only more aggressive this time as the thought of you and Xavier bubbled in her mind once again.

Your playful expression slowly sunk as you tried to figure out why. When she didn't give you an Addams-qualified reply, you knew something was off about her. You sighed as your mind clicked at the only possible answer.

"Wednesday, is this about Xavier? Again?" You asked, folding your arms as the raven turned her attention to you.

"That was some lightning-speed thinking," She scoffed as she pulled the paper harshly from the typewriter as she gave it to Thing, who was only enjoying the free drama show.

"Look- We're just friends, nothing more than that," You whined in frustration, but that just made a graver look emerge on Wednesday's face. "Is that so? Then why do you keep talking to him like he's your new partner?" she spouted those words bitterly, and you had enough of it.

"Listen, Addams, I don't fully understand why you're so infatuated with my relationship with Xavier, but you just crossed the line. Why are you so jealous when I talk to him? If I had that same relationship with a girl, you wouldn't give a shit, would you?" you uttered, fury beginning to reflect on your pupils as you stormed to the door, taking a quick glance at the perplexed raven before stepping out.

Wednesday had never intended for this to happen, she really didn't. She wanted to answer you as badly as you hated her at that moment, but the words halted in her throat when you walked through the door. You had always thought that she was too busy investigating about the Hyde or her novel, but when she was with you, you weren't really there.

But she couldn't ever afford to lose you. Ever since she's become more immersed in the Hyde, your relationship with her had started drifting apart like a raft from an island. She slowly sat on her bed, trying to hold back a guilty tear that filled her eye to the brim.

Maybe you were just friends with Xavier, after all. Perhaps she had been wrong, for the first time in her life - but no, she shouldn't have let you slip away from her heart so quickly.

If she had a rewind button, she'd push it as many times to make things right with you. As long as you were by her side, she felt like a complete puzzle. But now a piece of that had been removed, and she felt as empty as ever.

She went to the balcony, looking at the moon as she wondered if you were thinking of her too.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday series #wednesday x you #pipi un kaki in pipi caca land

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yourfavouritefighter · 7 months

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OK obsessed with the swap idea

- Does Jackson still get bullied?

- How is Holt's life in the monster world?

- How does the trigger work?

- What is their personality like in this world?

- How out of touch is Holt?

- Do they know about each other?

I would love a first days fanfic?

yo glad you like the au! I don’t have all the details set in place so sorry if things are a tad bit inconsistent but here we go! (Also sorry for the late reply I didn’t see the ask rip)

Bullying

-I feel that both of the boys would get bullied but in different ways and for different reasons, Jackson would be pushed around since he’s quite nerdy, so I feel manny still wouldn’t like him. However holt would probably just be excluded from things, or have rumours spread about him, but due to him being prone to fighting back it wouldn’t be direct bullying like it is for Jackson.

Holts life in the monster world

-Holt would still Dj however he’d most likely do it whilst in a disguise of some form, (even if it’s just a mask or some make up) as many monsters don’t trust him. He doesn’t like the fact he has to Hyde his identity but the extra money comes in handy.

Triggers

-This may change in the future but my current plan is to have Jackson be triggered by extreme silence. So there has to be near to no sounds for him to appear. As such the headphones double as extra noise if necessary or as music. I also thought about him being triggered by piano specifically alongside the silence trigger.

Personalities

-Holt: He’s a bit of a joker and pretty immature, he likes to just chill and have fun in life. However he is quite hot headed and can have a short temper. This pairs to mean people don’t trust him too well and don’t want to mess with him (well not directly at least, no one minds the anonymous pranks or rumours just as long as it doesn’t tie back to them).

-Jackson: He’s more reserved than his counterpart, preferring to follow rules and structure, unlike holt’s ‘rules were made to be broken’ mentality, he prefers to stay out of the public eye, whether it be due to not wanting people to find out his identity or avoiding the bullying (since I haven’t decided if people know about him and holt yet). His quiet nature means he can be quite the push over at times making him prime for taunts and attacks from his peers.

(Man I really gotta draw some art of Jackson interacting with people)

Out of touch?

-I’m not too sure what you mean by this, whether it be out of touch with monster culture, or out of touch in the sense of being isolated from his classmates. Either way due to his DJ-ing and being a student at MH he’s picked up a lot of monster slang and culture. And as for friends, he’s known Draculaura since before MH and managed to meet Frankie on his first day, so he isn’t alone there. In the au I’ll still have him be friends with a lot of the usual characters (e.g deuce heath frankie etc with some exceptions)

Do they know?

-As of joining MH definitely yes, but as kids their mother tired to keep it secret, as she doesn’t get along with her Hyde, as such it was a shock when during quiet time at school he burst into flames. Holt was quickly pulled from the school, switching between a mix of homeschooling, monster schools and normie schools. Usually not lasting long at any of them, due to his temper and monster side.

A fic?

-Maybe??????? I’m not too great of a writer, but I might work on a one shot or really short fic about it….someday? If I have the chance and people are interested in it I might take a crack at writing lmao

I hope that covers everything! I’m happy to answer any more questions people have on the au and I really appreciate all the support it’s got! (I really wasn’t expecting it lmao)

#normie au #holt monster high #normie holt #holt hyde #jackson jekyll monster high #monster jackson #jackson jekyll #lore #au lore #long post #monster high #monster high au

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rilakeila · 2 years

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tyler galpin x reader where he continues to trick her even after revaling himself for wednesday at the police station? just begging for some angst !

when he has nickels for every time he manipulates someone from the addams family. he only has two nickels, but funny it happened twice..

word count 2.05k | pairing tyler galpin x reader | show wednesday (netflix) | warnings manipulation, unhealthy relationship/situationship(?), don’t romanticize stuff like this, minor implication of suggestive content, but like rlly it was just making out | author's note i think my stack of scenarios that have to do with tyler, it’ll be called something like tyler-tinted glasses or something like that. | character notes reader has the power to be able to play the past memories of hers and anyone’s as long as she puts her mind to it in front of her and visible to anyone in the room, like if u watched anastasia, when the past memory of dance during once upon a december. she can pause a memory and inspect much more deeply for hints about something. she also doesn’t like doing it to someone else’s memory due to invasion of privacy | i dont write angst well lol

—HAPPINESS is what you thought you would be feeling. well, it has been what you have been feeling for the past couple of months. that was until you realized that your barista crush happened to be two-timing with your cousin. with wednesday’s lack of being in touch with her romantic feelings or whatever feelings she was having, you had no idea what was going in her head until she acts upon something. it explained the nights with the unresponsive texts and no shows from tyler. even if he would reassure you the next day that he was just busy studying or taking closing shifts at weathervane, there was just something not right.

funny enough that you trusted him enough to take his word. there was no reason to not trust him, usually comes through in every date planned for the exception of the standups. staring at the ceiling of your dormitory room, the blank ceiling started to form words taunting of your own thoughts. your mind swallowing the ability to think straight about whether the feelings that developed between you both were true. you knew yours were true, barely letting many people come through. there was something about tyler that just connected with you. yet, he also connected with the one person who shows no interest in anything or anyone, for that matter. maybe, he can be some psychopath that somehow gets through two addams family members.

remembering all of the many sleepless nights as you wondered why he would be gone. maybe him being the hyde was the truth on why he skipped out on dates. you always went through your recollection of memories in your bed. you vividly remember when tyler missed a late night sneak out the first time, the cold shoulder that you had given the morning of at weathervane. no text message as to why he missed it. the reassurance that his father was still awake in the midst of the night and could not leave to avoid suspicion. you simply nodded, understanding as he slid you your favorite drink and pastry while sitting in front of you on his break. knowing that his last words from that memory was “i’ll make it up to you. tonight, i promise.”

watching from your bed, knees curled up to your chest, no clue as to why you felt so… upset. he apologized. the next was not him missing, more so just acting out of the ordinary. the usual movie date in the crackstone crypt was just a common occasion of your late-night sneak outs. his phone had starting ringing, usually it would not be an oddity for someone to call at a such late night. he paused the movie, saying that he had to answer the call. maybe it was an important call, and you did not stop him. bits and pieces were only heard about meeting at some place with an unknown female caller ending with a ‘bye, love you.’ confusion written all over your face. never once in whatever type of relationship you had, “love you” was not said at all. you never heard him say that, not even to his dad when he bid tyler a goodnight when heading off to bed during your facetime calls. confronting him about what he had said out of curiosity, and he replied with ‘you misheard, i said see you. it was one of my classmates from that group project.’ it was followed with a kiss. though with the time built together, tyler easily reads the expressions of your eyes and eyebrows. relief not settling with you after his reassurance. but he knew what to do, he knew you enjoyed the affection from him. he cradled you in his arms as he continued the movie, occasionally making jokes about the horrendous quality of the movie and giving small pecks, eventually capturing your lips into his and melting any curiosity left that ran through your mind. his last words ended with “you’re the only one i want, i promise.”

so many promises that you continued to realize, too dazed about how he made you feel. how he adored you. how he understood you. but you missed all the warnings. though there is one collection of memories that stood out from the rest since it was the beginning of your trust in hin hanging on the line. waiting restlessly as you waited for tyler at your chosen date night spot which was hanging out in the storage room of weathervane, you eyed your phone seeing that it was an hour past. you figured to go back to nevermore, seeing that he was never going to show. if he was late, he would never be late past 5 minutes. upon reaching your dormitory, thing was slowly tapping on your desk, awaiting upon your arrival. eyeing the sides of the space, taking a seat in front of him, you watched him retell what just happened; something about enid, tyler, and wednesday checking out the gates mansion. ‘thing, you know how I feel all about this.. monster hunt. if wednesday wanted me to come, she would have asked. tyler would have said something, too. don’t give me that attitude, thing. there’s nothing up with tyler. sure sure..’

you watched yourself turn towards your closet before watching thing crawl off wherever he wanted to be. thing was right, there was something untrustworthy with tyler. if there had to be one person you really could trust, it was thing. you sped through the memory, resuming the next day when tyler facetimed you, well attempted to facetime you as you found refuge in crackstone’s crypt. ignoring his countless calls, you watched the streamline of text messages flooding in from him with apologies and asking you to pick up your phone. additionally, enid was texting you about how crazy wednesday truly was and ranting about her feelings, something along the lines of what went down. thing was too busy conversating about tyler and wednesday including what may be some sort of relationship they had, only for him to stop and quickly crawled away.

engulfed into a warm embrace from behind, tyler’s head dropped into your shoulder. you watched as you tried to push away, knowing that you never wanted to and enjoyed the warmth. yet, you were disappointed. and he knew. he knew why and he knew how to fix it. he knew how you would come crawling back with knowing what to say and the endless amount of physical touch. face burning and heart racing as you raced through the memory, knowing that the scattered kisses across your neck was followed with another empty promise, ‘i promise I love you, just you.’ the words calmed you, and the wavering trust died with the curiosity, knowing that he loved you and only you. and which the memory ended with thing being scarred and ensuring to give him endless amount of his favorite hand lotion and massages.

though, you really should have listened to thing, perhaps you would not have had caught the two at crackstone crypt in what would have been your own date with tyler, giving her the same picnic with a movie date night idea, designed with the fairy lights and the old cinema. though, your timing was impeccable as you hid around the corner, seeing that his dad and few of his police coworkers got there first. that was the first time you had truly started avoiding tyler, but you also avoided wednesday, then again, it was a rare occasion of seeing her unless she needed your help with something such as rushing over when thing was heavily injured.

you have avoided them both until wednesday banged on your door, explaining what her vision about tyler had entailed. you listened and agreed to help her out, but it was just to see if she was correct. she also did not leave the details out that she had kissed him since it was what sent her into her vision. you did as she asked, and you knew what she was going to do. just as stubborn as she is, you knew you could not prevent whatever she was going to be doing. chaining him to the chair, you wanted to stay and see if this was the truth. but you couldn’t.

“whatever you do with him, don’t kill him,” and you left, heading to your dormitory. your thoughts were running as fast as your heart was the entire way back. dreadfully entering your room, you could not lay on your bed. pacing around the room, you wanted to yank your cousin’s hair out. why couldn’t you stop her? feeling anxious, the vibration of your phone alerted you. quickly reaching into your pocket, you read the messages from bianca,

wednesday is getting expelled i heard. tyler’s dad didn’t press charges.

since the previous night and bianca’s texts somewhat calming you down, you were pacing in the morning in your favorite spot within the woods, seeing that wednesday has been expelled. principal weems forbade you the night before to communicate with your cousin, preventing any plans that potentially follow through since you did help wednesday chain him up. you were in the nicer part with a random bench you found with tyler, you usually sat down and read a few books until you needed to head to class or your extracurriculars, but for now you could not. a branch snapped and you turned around, seeing tyler. you halted in your paces, not knowing whether to hug him or scream at him. so, you stood there, waiting for him to say something.

but he didn’t. he came closer and you knew what he was going to do and took a step back.

he scoffed, “you believe her, don’t you?”

you didn’t, but what about the times he missed, the mystery person, what about all of the unanswered questions. there was nothing rather questionable about tyler. what you perceived, he was a normie or so, you thought. wednesday presented his mother’s files to you, which pointed that there was a possibility that he was not as normal as he made himself seem to be. he was sweet. caring. observant. attentive. all he wanted was the best for you, just as you would want for him. you know you were safe in his hands.

he stepped much closer than before, closing the gap between you both. tyler enlaced his left hand with yours, using the other to tilt your face to look at him. you wanted to use your power, look through his memories to settle it all, but that breaks all the trust that you would have with yourself. you looked at him, face full of adoration mixed with concern.

“but i know you kissed her. you took her on our picnic night at the crypt. i saw your dad, letting you both go. plus, you left me several times and gave me empty promises. what about those? and.. and that phone call during that night in the crypt.” you tried to not meet his eyes, but his grip was strong, making sure you maintained eye contact with him.

“that was nothing. the kiss, she’s crazy. sure, i saw her at weatherhaven, but she’ll make anything up. just as she tried to pin the monster on me. and i assure you this is not an empty promise,” he cradled your face with both of his hands. “i just wanted to show her a good birthday, you know how she reacted during the surprise one we did with everyone else. you are mine and i promise that i am yours.”

he gives your forehead a kiss, sealing the promise. just as it usually happens, relief washes through your body, finally being able to settle. and as every time he will always hug you, knowing that he is there and will be there.

the overthinking dies down. tyler was and is perfect. he understands you and loves you just as you are. everyone messes up, and that is okay. he holds you, caresses your back, just as he does when you are having a session when you question him and his undying love for you. a monster cannot love. but tyler can. and he can never do wrong.

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