#hyde x adam

[electrosweaters-arts]

PLEASE- PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME YOUR HYDE X ADAM HEADCANONS! I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WOTH THIS WEIRD CRACKSHIP FOREVER SO PLZ GIVE ME YOUR HEADCANONS

FINALLY THE PEOPLE UNDERSTAND HOW PERFECT THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER <3 GAHHH I TALK ABOUT THEM SO MUCH ITS HARD TO EVEN THINK OF WHAT HEADCANONS TO TALK ABOUT

Fucked up that you can get banned from tumblr for saying what Adam and Hyde are doing to each other but I will try

First of all, their ship name is Creationshipping <3 @lonely-space-egg came up with it and I'm obsessed with it thank you Peri

They're in an open/polyamorous relationship and Hyde is also dating Utterson, hi Utterson \O. Adam and Utterson are very good friends <3

Hyde loves when Adam holds him but usually he won't ask to be and will instead just start trying to climb up Adam until he picks him up.

Adam is incredibly encouraging of all Hyde's indulgences, they both encourage each other to act without worrying what others think and to Adam? Hyde can commit a few felonies, as a treat. It's cute

Hyde initially avoided telling Adam that he was a scientist since he was afraid Adam would take it badly due to his relationship with Victor

Adam loves animals but animals HATE Hyde so he makes sure to keep them away from him for both their safety. He tried to keep a pet rabbit once and Hyde had to get 30 stitches

Adam is one of the only people Hyde has spilled his entire life story to, along with all the trauma of his childhood has Jekyll and nuances of his relationships with his family and friends, and all the pressure and stress and guilt that lead up to him creating Hyde in the first place. He actually surprised himself with how quickly he opened up to Adam but he just seemed like he could understand on a level no one else could, and he did <3

Hyde has a constant fear of abandonment and sneaks some of Adam's clothing out with him whenever he leaves so he can sniff it if he's feeling lonely. Adam noticed and started leaving out gym clothes for him.

Adam sometimes bends down to Hyde's level in public and whispers something that makes Hyde burst out laughing, falling on the ground and everything, making a scene.

Hyde has trouble sleeping because his form causes him to have a ton of increased adrenaline at all times, but Adam's tired he lets him hold him while he sleeps and Hyde spends pretty much the entire time awake and wide-eyed staring at the wall.

When Hyde does sleep he is a BED HOG, he somehow takes up more space than an 8 foot tall man and sleeps with all of his limbs out. He also takes all the blankets only to then ball them up underneath his feet.

Sometimes Hyde just wordlessly plops his entire body weight onto Adam and they lay like that for hours not saying a word

Hyde was a bit uneasy at first finding out about Adam's interest in religion but he actually ended up being an incredibly good source of comfort whenever Hyde would spiral due to his religious trauma

Adam likes to sing little songs to Hyde when they're alone <3

Usually when they fight it's a result of Hyde getting too riled up or overwhelmed and he storms off somewhere, only to come back later once he's calmed down and plonk down like this so they can actually talk about it (doodle by @internetwerewolf )

More specific to CC but Hyde buys all of Adam's clothes for him and pays for pretty much anything he needs, partly just to treat him right and partly just because he doesn't want him leaving to go work all the time

And some for Jekyll-sided Creationshipping <3

Jekyll likes to trace his fingers along Adam's stitching, usually he does it absentmindedly while theyre just cuddling/talking but sometimes he gets completely lost in thought studying them. He finds them beautiful and they're one of Adam's biggest insecurities but he's allowed to touch them <3

Adam teases Jekyll way more than he does Hyde, he likes how overblown his reactions get to it

Jekyll really likes the deep pressure stim Adam holding him gives when he's having a meltdown. they are so autism4autism

^ also Hyde does this.

[totally-not-a-fandom-blog]

cont

[spaceagebachelormann]

What if Jekyll and Hyde (and Adam Frankenstein help I am falling in love...) had a short S/O... Like barely five foot tall... She's so small

✧.* 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒/𝐎

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES : RAHHH I REWATCHED BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN TODAY

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: mentions of death

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

he thinks you’re so cute

he doesn’t really make fun of you and when he does it’s not even really making fun of you

likes to wrap his arms around your shoulders/waist from behind and lean his chin on your head/shoulder

if you ask him to grab something for you off a top shelf he does it with no hesitation

literally reaches up and hands it to you without you even needing to ask

he himself is like 6’1 ish so the height difference is really funny

when you’re sitting down he likes to stand behind you and talk about whatever and run his hands over your arms and shoulders

when you’re laying in bed with him he’ll always his your head on his chest and an arm wrapped around you

you’re literally the cutest thing ever in his eyes and he tells you non stop

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

he’s like barely taller than you (canonically like 5’2. i’m 5’1) and he’s never been more proud of his height after finding out

most likely only an inch taller but is so smug about it

but he glared at you like you’ve horribly wronged him when you ask him to get you something

as funny as it is to harass you for your height, he makes it very clear only he’s allowed to do it

when you guys walk around in public he probably puts an arm around your shoulders every once in awhile to remind you he’s still taller

he loves you but he loves that he’s taller than someone for once even more

but when someone in the street points out your (or his) height they never see the light of day ever again. actually they don’t see anything at all because they get killed

although his love language is gift giving because you’re shorter than him sometimes he likes to push the hair out of your face and lean down and just kiss your forehead

also definitely does that thing where he squishes your face

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

as cute as you are to him your height lowkey scares him

he’s about eight feet tall and insanely strong so your height kind of worries him

extremely careful around you

when he hugs you he very gently and very carefully rests one hand on top of your head and the other on your back and doesn’t dare to even move or tighten his grip out of fear that you’re gonna snap in half

his hugs are amazing though

and of course he grabs the things off the tall shelf he’s not a monster

sometimes he even lifts you onto his shoulder to let you get it yourself and see the world at a new angle but he is oh so careful not to drop you

when he isn’t fearing for your life and his sanity about your life possibly ending he likes when you just lay on him because you look so tiny and comfortable

[therulerofallpotatos]

I'm posting chapter one of I Bit Him so He's Mine tonight

[salem-nightshade]

So, Frankenstein; but Victor came back as a zombie.

This AU takes place after the original novel, and Hyde decided it was a smart idea to bring Victor back from the dead. Oh, and to make matters worse, there is a curse in the Frankenstein family bloodline where you cannot die once you become undead. Just like the izombie show, Victor has to eat FRESH brains to retain his humanity, but get visions of how the victim died.

This AU is a crossover between Frankenstein, and the Netflix show IZombie.

[missbangtangirl]

All American will premiere April 1 followed by All American Homecoming will air after All American season 6 fully airs

[h4ise]

oh my fuckign god im fighting tumblr rn they're not letting me post my drawings smh 😭

[6rookie-writer0110]

No light in the end

Wednesday Addams X Male Reader

Request; If you're request is still open can you write Wednesday Adams X Mortal Kombat Havik Male Reader

Wednesday finished digging your grave. You saved your girlfriend from almost being killed by the Hyde. But you got your neck snapped and everyone assumed that you were dead. Wednesday is standing by your grave and Enid gently touches her back.

“Wednesday, do you want to talk about it?” Enid asked.

“No,” Wednesday said.

“You shouldn't bottle it up. I will miss him” Enid said.

Your body is fully healed then you open your eyes. It's pitch black and you can feel it's dirt on top of you. You have to think fast before you run out of air and you don't have enough time. You struggle to move your hands, it takes a while but you start to dig yourself out.

“We have to tell Principal Weems,” Enid said sadly.

Wednesday was going to say something but your hand came out of the ground. It was like a zombie horror movie, then Enid started to scream but Wednesday just stood still and watched. Enid grabbed the shovel and swung it at your hand and that broke your hand. You can’t scream because the dirt will go into your mouth. But on the inside, you are screaming but you pull yourself out of the ground.

“Y/n is a zombie!” Enid screamed.

You use one hand to pull yourself out of the ground. Now, you are screaming because of the broken hand.

“I’m not a zombie!” You yelled.

You wipe the dirt off your face. Before Hyde snapped your neck, he scratched your face that half of your skin off your face. You struggle to stand up and Enid hides behind Wednesday.

“You won't eat us?” Enid asked.

“No! Yeah, I was dead but remember I'm a Chaosrealm. One of my powers is that I can heal. bigger the wound the slower I heal” You said.

“Sorry about your hand,” Enid said.

“It’s fine. It's healing,” You said.

“I’m going to tell the others that you are okay. Sorry, Y/n but your face is scary” Enid said.

Enid starts to run away and you walk closer to your girlfriend.

“You don't seem scared, even when half of my face is gone,” You said.

“I’m not scared like Enid. You look intriguing like that” Wednesday said.

“I like how you flirt with me. You can't tell but I'm smiling” You said.

“You are going to make me throw up,” Wednesday said.

“My face will heal back to normal,” You said.

She stands very close to you and you look down towards her eyes. She touched your face gently

“Mhmm, not what I thought how it would feel,” Wednesday said.

“You are something, Addams,” You said.

You and Wednesday head back to the school. Principal Weems made you go to the hospital and you slowly started to heal.

——-

You stayed in the hospital for a few days. Your face is back to normal and Wednesday walked in.

“Enid made this for you,” Wednesday said.

Enid made you a get-well card and you start to smile.

“Cool,” You said.

“Good your face is back,” Wednesday said.

“I thought you liked my other face half gone,” You said.

“Half gone or back to normal, you are still the person I like,” Wednesday said.

You smile at her and she just touches your hand. Later, you go back to school and your friends are happy to see you. Wednesday didn't want to be around a lot of people, she went to her room to type.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You are in Wednesday’s dorm room. And you are lying in bed next to her, you figure the mood is right. Because she loves the sound of thunderstorms during the rain. You are lying on your back and her head is on your chest, and you have your arms around her.

“Don’t get used to it, Y/n” Wednesday said.

“I’m going to tell Enid and Eugene” You smirked.

She grabbed your jaw hard and made you stare at her.

“Tell them and I will bury you in hell,” Wednesday said.

“Oh, is that our next date?” You asked.

“Don’t ruin the moment” Wednesday said.

You winked at her and she let go of your jaw. You kiss her on the lips and she starts to kiss you back. Then you continue to cuddle with your girlfriend while listening to the thunderstorm with her.

——-

Flash Back;

You are happy that you asked out Wednesday and she said yes. It's the first date and you are feeling nervous.

“Change of plans,” Wednesday said.

“What?” You asked.

You and Wednesday sneaked out of the school.

“I have to follow new leads about the hyde,” Wednesday said.

“So… you didn't want to go out?” You said.

“We are wasting time lets go and don't slow me down,” Wednesday said.

You follow her to the morgue. She started to tell you about the Hyde and you had never been to a morgue. You, Wednesday, and Thing start to search around. Then she opened the freezer, where the bodies were kept cold. You freaked out because you had never seen a dead body before.

“They won't attack you,” Wednesday said.

“I never seen a dead body in person before. Strange first date” You said.

You and Wednesday stare at each other. Then she starts to talk to the tape recorder. Thing, rushed in and he warned you two that someone was coming.

“We have to hide” Wednesday said.

“But where? We can't hide in the closet because there isn't one” You said.

You and Wednesday had to hide in the freezer. Small space, you lie on your side and you press your body next to her. You are hoping not to get caught. The person walks in but doesn't check the freezer, he has to get the files then he leaves the office. But Thing opened the freezer and you are shriving.

“Wow, your face is stiff,” You said.

“It’s not my first time,” Wednesday said.

You and Wednesday stare at each other. You two slowly got out of the freezer and left the morgue. You did manage to take her out to eat you listened to her talk about the Hyde. At the end of the date, she kissed you on the cheek and you started to smile.

[v-akarai]

References in Servamp

Arabian mythology

Jinn. Ch. 16

Greek mythology

Elpis. Ch. 75

Moirai. Ch. 108

Pandora. Ch. 130

Pygmalion. Ch. 123

Pandora's Box. Ch. 97

Japanese mythology

Gashadokuro. Ch. 129

Kitsune. Ch. 3

Raijin. Ch. 85

Norse mythology

Baldr. Ch. 39

Bifröst. Ch. 88

Brunhild. Ch. 88

Fimbulwinter. Ch. 40

Freya. Ch. 65

Frey. Ch. 131

Gleipnir. Ch. 101

Hati. Ch. 91, 131

Hod. Ch. 39

Hliðskjálf. Ch. 96

Idunn. Ch. 65

Loki. Ch. 15

Mimir. Ch. 29

Mjölnir. Ch. 53

Ragnarök. Ch. 101, 122, 131

Sigurd. Ch. 101

Thor. Ch. 41

Yggdrasil. Ch. 42

Biblical references

Abel. Ch. 8

Adam. Ch. 128

Boaz and Jachin. Ch. 42

Eden. Ch. 21

Eve. Ch. 1

John the Baptist. Ch. 122

Judith. Ch. 147

Lucifer. Ch. 135

Noah. Ch. 145

Nod. Ch. 29, events

Hinduism

Asura. Ch. 57.5, 89.

Tarot

The Fool - Mahiru. Ch. 50

I. The Magician – Night trio. Ch. 41

II. The High Priestess – Mikuni. Ch. 42

V. The Hierophant - Shuhei. Ch. 77

X. Wheel of Fortune - Junichiro. Ch. 53

XII. The Hanged Man - Tsurugi. Ch. 50

XV. The Devil – Shamrock. Ch. 72

XVI. The Tower - Touma. Ch. 47

XVII. The Star - Iduna. Ch. 73

XVIII. The Moon - Yumikage. Ch. 69

XX. Judgement - Mikuni. Ch. 144

Literary references

 "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 3, 4, 7, 19, 98, 122. Misono, Lily, Dodo, Mitsuki, Yamane, Hattori, Mikuni, Bad B and Good B.

"As You Like It" William Shakespeare. Ch. 10, 38.5. Mikuni's spell.

"My Fair Lady" English nursery rhyme. Ch. 10 Mikuni's spell.

"Dracula" Bram Stoker. Ch. 12, 30. Hugh.

"Romeo and Juliet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Ch. 29 Johannes.

"Through the Looking-Glass" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 29, events. Mikuni, Johannes.

"Julius Caesar" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 84. Hyde.

"Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Robert Stevenson. Ch. 23, 37. Hyde, Licht.

"Macbeth" William Shakespeare. Ch. 24, 31. Kuro, Saint Germain, Mahiru.

"Night on the Galactic Railroad" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 26, 142. Higan, Tsubaki.

"The Little Prince" Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Ch 30, 67. Kuro, Mahiru, Sloth demon, Gear, probably Jeje.

"Hamlet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 33, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"The Phantom of the Opera" Gaston Leroux. Ch. 36 Licht and Hyde technique.

"Peter and Wendy" James Barry. Ch. 44, 56, 74. Tsurugi, Touma, Mahiru.

"Ring a Ring o' Roses" nursery rhyme. Ch. 53 Junichiro's spell.

“Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens” James Barry. Ch. 53, 75. Tsurugi, Touma.

"Death in Venice" Thomas Mann. Ch. 55 Gilbert technique.

"Total Eclipse" a play by Christopher Hampton. Ch. 55 Rayscent's technique.

"The Morning of the Last Farewell" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"Spring and Asura" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"The Catcher in the Rye" Jerome Salinger. Ch. 62 Shuhei.

"Four and Twenty Blackbirds" Agatha Christie. Ch. 62 Shuhei's spell.

"Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. Ch. 62 Shamrock technique.

“The Nighhawk's Star” Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 62, 76. Shamrock technique.

"Rock-a-bye Baby" an English lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

“Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein” lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

"Who Killed Cock Robin" an English nursery rhyme. Ch. 70 Yumikage's spell.

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" Lyman Frank Baum. Ch. 70, 88. Tsukimitsu brothers’ spells.

"Daddy-Long-Legs" Jean Webster. Ch. 74. Dark Night Trio, Touma.

"King Lear" William Shakespeare. Ch. 86. Hyde.

"The House of the Sleeping Beauties" Yasunari Kawabata. Ch. 86. Iori.

"The Divine Comedy" Dante Alighieri. Ch. 118, 120, 121. Niccolo, Ildio, Gluttony demon.

“A Brute's Love” (人でなしの恋) Edogawa Rampo. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Coppelia" ballet Leo Delibes. Chapter 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Salome" Oscar Wilde. Ch. 122, 147. Mikuni, Lily.

"Turandot" opera by Giacomo Puccini based on the play by Carlo Gozzi. Ch. 129, 136. Lily.

"The Tempest" William Shakespeare. Ch. 131. Licht and Hyde.

"The Old Man and the Sea" Ernest Hemingway. Ch. 134 Hugh.

"Flowers for Algernon" Daniel Keyes. Ch. 135 Hugh.

"Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë. Ch. 136. Hokaze.

"Madama Butterfly" opera by Giacomo Puccini. Ch. 136. Lily.

"Hansel and Gretel" the Brothers Grimm. Ch. 140. Faust and Otogiri.

"Girl Hell" Yumeno Kyusaku. Ch. 147. Mikuni, Noah.

Music

"Für Elise" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 34

"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" by Johann Sebastian Bach. Ch. 125

Sonata No. 17 "Tempest" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 131

Movies

"It's a Wonderful Life" (1946). Ch. 131

"Life is Beautiful" (1997). Ch. 131

I believe this list can be expanded. Somewhere I’ve written only chaps when some reference was mentioned for the first time and omitted all further mentions.

Special thanks to hello-vampire-kitty, joydoesathing and passmeabook, because some works wouldn’t be included in the list without their observations.

[makncheese12]

Savior

Wednesday Addams x shifter!reader

Part 1

Summary: A cat keeps returning to Wednesday at unexpected moments, but why?

Warning: gore? I don’t think so but still a little warning.

A/N: I’m trying to make up for all the time I haven’t posted😭 is it working?

As Wednesday made her way across the campus of Nevermore Academy, she couldn't help but notice the black cat that had been following her. The feline would appear from seemingly out of nowhere on random occasions, mostly whenever school wasn’t in session, making no sound as it padded beside her, its green eyes fixed on her. Wednesday frowned as the cat walked alongside her, its purring a constant and annoying reminder of its presence.

"I don't know why you keep following me," Wednesday muttered under her breath, not even sparing a glance at the cat as it walked behind her. She continued to make her way towards the library, where she planned to do some research on the Hyde creature that had been terrorizing the town, that is if she could find anything. She was lost in her thoughts, her mind focused on the task at hand as she searched the library shelves, when she suddenly felt a soft bump against her leg.

She looked down to see the black cat rubbing itself against her, purring loudly. "What do you want now?" Wednesday asked, her tone dry and annoyed. But despite her cold exterior, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disgusting warmth at the animal's presence.

Throughout the week, the cat continued to follow Wednesday, always appearing at her side whenever she least expected it. Wednesday couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the animal and its behavior. She spent hours staring at the cat, trying to figure out what it was thinking and why it seemed to be drawn to her as it slept in her lap.

Wednesday tried to act uninterested in the cat, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment whenever it was near. She would find herself rubbing its head, her cold fingers gentle on its soft, warm fur, and would even find herself talking to it, asking it questions as if it could understand her. It was almost as if the cat was a reminder of the humanity that Wednesday

————

As the cat became a constant fixture in her life at Nevermore, Wednesday couldn't help but grow suspicious. Whenever the cat was around, her mysterious acquaintance, you, were not, and vice versa. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was some sort of connection between the two of you, and it only served to make her even more intrigued.

But for the first time in her life, Wednesday found herself feeling a strange sensation in her heart. It was a fluttering, warm feeling that she couldn't quite place and it was disgusting. She tried to shove it down, to disregard it as nothing more than a strange physical anomaly, but it only seemed to grow stronger. And then, when you show up seemingly out of no where like always, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

The thought of having feelings for you sickened Wednesday to her very core. She was adamant that she was not the kind of girl who had feelings for people, that she was strong and independent and needed no one but herself. But she couldn't deny that there was something about you that had her attention.

She didn’t know when or how you seemed to make her feel like this but you did. She began to wonder if you were a witch and used some kind of spell on her to act like this with you around.

You’re charming smile that you flash to her across any room you saw her in, the way your eyes sparkled when she spoke you as if as you were a child listening to your favorite story, or they way you tried clawing Xavier’s eyes out when he tried stealing from Wednesdays plate. It all made her heart pound in her chest and she didn’t know if she was dying or not or if she liked the feeling or not.

"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asked, her voice cold as she looked up to find you standing right in front of her. Thing was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the cat. It was just you and her, and for some reason, she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

You looked down at her, an amused glint in your eyes. "I could ask you the same thing," you say, taking a step closer. Wednesday felt her heart speed up, and she couldn't help but take a step back. She couldn't let you see how you affected her, how you made her feel things that she didn't want to feel.

"It doesn't matter," she rolled her eyes, turning away from you. "Just tell me what you want and go."

You don’t reply and just stand there, watching her carefully as she moves before turning to you, heart beat picking up as she waits another moment for you to respond.

When you don’t, she moves past you walking down the halls and toward her room ignoring the way her body seemed to heat up from your intense stare from behind her.

————

Wednesday had been exploring the woods surrounding the Nevermore academy for days now, searching for clues about the mysterious Hyde creature that had been terrorizing the town. She had learned the Hyde was a ferocious beast, it collected trophy’s from its victims and it liked to leave a big mess.

As she wandered through the dense forest, Wednesday's eyes were locked on a trail of muddy footprints leading off into the distance. She continued to follow the trail, her senses alert and ready for anything that might jump out at her.

Suddenly, a rustling sound caught her attention and she froze. Eyes scanning her surroundings as she waited for whatever she heard to come.

And come it did, a large figured leapt out from seemingly no where, eyes big and frantic as it charged toward Wednesday with no hesitation, no doubt wanting to make her his next victim.

It was the Hyde, its eyes glowing with hatred and hunger as it raced towards Wednesday, its claws bared. Wednesday froze, unsure of what to do against the large creature that was racing toward her at a speed she couldn’t comprehend.

What was she to do against the creature? Fight back with the strength she didn’t have? But before it could reach her, a large black panther emerged from above in a tree, as it slide across the back of the hide, nails digging into his back. The panther surged forward back onto the ground, its muscles rippling under its sleek, black coat as it let out a loud roar mixed with a deep hiss.

The Hyde cried out, arms reaching back to grab at its now bleed back. When it brought its hands back and saw the blood that soaked it palms, it lets out a loud growl and whips it’s head toward the panther that growled right back before surging toward each other.

The two beasts met in a ferocious clash, their claws and fangs flashing in the moonlight as they tore at and into one another. The Panther was faster and more agile, and it managed to evade the Hyde's attacks time and time again. But the Hyde was larger and stronger, and it managed to catch the panther on its side, sending it reeling and onto its back before jumping on top of it.

Wednesday watched in horror on the ground as the Hyde lunged at the Panther, its teeth bared and saliva dripping from its jaws. But before it could tear into the Panther's throat, the Panther's paws shot forward and sank into the Hyde's flank, dragging its claws down and kicking its hind legs. The Hyde cried out in pain, then staggered back and took off running, the Panther in pursuit.

Wednesday stood still, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the two creatures disappear into the woods. She had seen her fair share of brutal battles and blood but never one so close and intense, and she wasn't at all sure who had the upper hand.

She remained in the woods for a while longer, trying to calm her nerves. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that something strange was happening in Nevermore. The Hyde was one thing, but now she was starting to suspect that there might be other creatures lurking in the shadows, creatures with powers beyond her understanding.

————

As the sun rose higher in the sky, Wednesday found herself wandering deeper into the woods. She had been exploring the forest for days now, searching for the source of the strange occurrences that had been plaguing the town. She had seen many strange creatures and faced dangerous challenges, but nothing had shaken her as much as the attack by the Hyde.

The image of the massive beast charging toward her, its claws bared and its teeth ready to rip her apart, it gave her a feeling both adrenaline and fear. She remembered the feeling of fear and panic as she stumbled backward, desperate to get away. She had always been able to handle herself, to face any challenge head-on, but this was somehow different. This was her first life threatening encounter with the beast where he actually threatened her life.

But then the black panther had appeared, springing from seemingly out of nowhere and landing on the Hyde, always gaining back to upper hand and hurting it worse than it hurt it. The sight of the panther fending off the creature that had terrorized the town was one that Wednesday would never forget. The panther had saved her life and then vanished into the woods, never to be seen again more than likely.

Wednesday couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about the panther, something that went beyond just its physical abilities. It was as though the panther was a mystery that she needed to solve, a puzzle that she needed to piece together.

But as she wandered deeper into the woods, Wednesday found that the panther was nowhere to be found. She searched for hours, tracking it to places that were random and always ended as a dead end, but there was nothing. She began to wonder if maybe the panther had left the area, or worse, if something had happened to it.

As she made her way back to the academy, Wednesday couldn't shake the feeling that she had left something important unfinished.

————

Wednesday had just sat down at her typewriter, her fingers dancing against the keys as she lost herself in her thoughts. She was surrounded by the soft glow of the desk lamp, the click-clack of the typewriter filling the silence of her room.

In the midst of her writing, she heard a faint scratching at her door as a low creaking noise sounds through the air, but she ignored it. She was too focused on her work that she barely even registered the sound. But then, as she continued to type, she heard a soft purring sound and felt a light weight drop onto her lap.

Startled, Wednesday looked down to find the cat sitting on her lap, staring up at her with its bright green eyes. She had almost forgotten about the mysterious animal, and for a moment, she was lost for words.

"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to scare the cat away, but she also didn't want it to think that it could just walk in and out of her room as it pleased. Not that it wouldn’t listen anyway, it’d just find a new way in as always.

The cat stared up at her, its eyes shining in the dim light. It meowed softly, as if it were trying to answer her question. Wednesday felt a strange sensation wash over her, as if the cat was speaking to her on a deeper level, as if they had some sort of bond.

She reached out to stroke the cat's soft fur, feeling a warmth seep into her cold fingers. She had never been much of an animal person, but there was something about the cat that drew her in, something that made her want to understand it.

Wednesday continued to pet the cat, feeling its soft fur against the palm of her hand as it purred loudly. But as her fingers ran across her body, she felt a strange sensation. It was as though she was feeling not just the fur, but something deeper, something more primal. And then she realized what it was.

She could feel the scars that covered the cat's body, the marks of battle and struggle. She traced one of them with her fingers, her eyes snap to her investigation board intrigued by how similar they looked to the scars that the Hyde had given all of its last victims. She couldn't help but wonder if there was some connection between the panther and the cat now, some shared battle between them and the Hyde.

She sat there, staring at the cat as she lost herself in her thoughts. She thought about the panther, about the way it had attacked the Hyde, and the way it had defended her. She had never been one to depend on others for help, but there was something about the panther that made her feel like she owed it.

As she sat there, she realized that she had to know more about the panther, about its connection to the Hyde, and about its scars. And as she came to this realization, she felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to find out everything she could about the panther, and she was going to stop the Hyde from killing or hurting anyone else while she did it.

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Wednesday sat on a bench in the middle of the quad, surrounded by her classmates Enid, Yoko, Xavier, Bianca, the twins Divina and Kent, and Enid's boyfriend Ajax. They were all gathered together, chatting and laughing, but Wednesday couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she read her book quietly.

It had been a full week since she last saw the cat and it left a certain unease into her stomach.

"What do you all know of the black cat?" Wednesday asked out of no where as she closed her book with a quiet snap.

Enid looked up from her phone, a curious expression on her face. "The one that keeps breaking into our dorm?” The blond asks and Wednesday simply nods. “I've seen it around a few times, but that's about it," she said.

Yoko nodded. "Me too, but it's not like we can talk to it or anything," she said with a smirk.

Xavier smiled. "Yeah, it's just a cat. It's not like there's anything mysterious going on or anything," he said, trying to sound cool. How disturbing.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Right, just a cat," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what about the scars on its body? Don't you find that a little strange?"

“What scars?” Kent asked, eyebrows furrowed. Everyone looked just as confused and it frustrated Wednesday immensely. How could they have not noticed a cat with lots of scars walking around?

Bianca smirked. "I didn't realize you were so fond of animals, Addams," she said, rolling her eyes.

Wednesday ignored the dig, her mind focused on the black cat. "And what about Y/N?” she asked, shifting the conversation to another topic. "Has anyone seen her lately? I heard she got hurt and is in the hospital wing."

Enid's face fell. "Yeah, she's been stuck there for a few weeks now," she said, her voice soft.

The group fell silent for a moment, each one of them lost in their own thoughts. Wednesday couldn't help but feel a very small sense of guilt for having brought up the topic, for reminding them all of the danger that surrounded their school. Though it wasn’t her fault, her investigation becoming less and less useful as she finds nothing more on the Hyde.

"We should go visit her," Ajax said finally, breaking the eerie silence.

Enid nodded. "Yeah, I think we should," she said, her voice determined. "We won't let whatever happened to her stop us from being there for her."

The group had not gotten down to visit you due to bush schedules but they decided that they would soon, more than likely on a weekend when they didn’t have any school to do.

A/N: Please tell me if I missed anything😭

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Sandstorm ; Hong Seunghan

Pairings: Bf!Seunghan x Gf!Reader

Genre: Angst, Break up

Warnings: toxic relationship, use of swear words, suggestive content and mention of sex. reader is extremely insecure and seunghan is low-key manipulative.

Description: The complexities of a tumultuous relationship between two people who love each other but struggle to see eye to eye. They attempt to compromise and reconcile but realise that with each other, they are like a violent sandstorm.

Based on Sandstorm by Mereba feat JID.

“we were low, we were high, jekyll, hyde”

‘all i’m asking you to do is trust me. for once.’

it wasn’t uncommon for you and seunghan to be arguing, only this time you thought it would be able to wait till after your 6 year anniversary dinner.

you loved hong seunghan, with every fibre of your being, but lord did he get under your skin.

the honeymoon phase of your relationship was bliss.

rarely would you argue, just eager to be wrapped up with the other, letting your bodies do the talking.

but that was years ago, a distant memory.

it wasn’t like you enjoyed fighting with seunghan, no you hated it actually.

you would feel like you were slowly losing your mind, being gaslit as you struggled to keep your words tame.

‘trust. you? how could i trust you when you let her rub all up on you,’ you were practically seething, nails digging into your palms as you desperately tried to hold your tongue.

‘oh come on. she wasn’t rubbing herself on me at all. you always do this baby.’

there it was.

seunghan had deep issues with establishing boundaries with other women.

at first you found it weird that he had a particularly high number of female friends, but you brushed it off due to his friendly nature.

you soon came to find out that this was all a mistake.

he was always adamant, ‘that girl was just trying to be friendly’, ‘i swear she’s a childhood friend, there’s no way she would have feelings for me.’

but you knew. you weren’t blind to the way these girls all looked at seunghan.

it was the same way you looked at him.

and he let them, often times even encouraging them and it caused you to go insane.

‘just drive and stop fucking talking,’ you could tell he wants to say more, but the look you give him gets him to shut up, and makes the drive back to your shared apartment relatively silent.

when you got back you practically flung open the front door, kicking off your shoes and heading to your kitchen to pull out a drink.

‘you shouldn’t drink when you’re mad,’ seunghan stood by the enterance, your shoes in his hand as he watches you.

‘maybe you should stop making me mad then,’ you retorted back, ditching the shot glass and raising the tequila bottle to your lips.

it burnt as it slid down your throat, but did nothing to quell the pit of fire in your chest, furious at your boyfriend.

‘that’s enough,’ you didn’t even notice when he was by your side, as he snatched the bottle from your hand, screwing the cap back on and placing it on top of the cupboards, out of reach.

‘give it back,’ you sounded like a spoilt child, folding your arms.

‘no turning to drinking when you’re upset. we’ve talked about this.’

the tone of his voice did something to rile you up as you stepped closer to him.

‘don’t talk to me like i’m a child,’ you poked his chest, knowing how much it annoyed it.

‘it’s getting kind of frustrating watching you blow up over nothing and taking it out on me,’ he spoke to gritted teeth and you scoffed.

‘nothing? so that girl didn’t try to slide you her number with the bill.’

he was silent, trying to come up with a rebuttal but you didn’t let him.

‘honestly i’m getting sick of seeing you let girl after girl do whatever they want with you. what kind of boyfriend are you?’

‘the kind that puts up with you. nobody on this planet would be able to put up with your bratty attitude,’ your face fell at his harsh words and he could tell he struck a nerve.

‘you know i didn’t mean that babe i’m sorry. i just wanted us to enjoy our anniversary and not fight,’ he felt bad watching you sniffle as you blinked back some tears.

‘i hate when you say stuff like that,’ you mumbled, playing with your fingers.

in an instance his arms were around you, and he bent down to place a kiss on your lips.

‘my sweet girl, forgive me?’

it was hard to say no when he said it like that, when his eyes bore into yours, his palm massaging the flesh of your hips.

you nodded, still honestly not over it, but you figured there would be no point in arguing about it tonight.

‘good girl. let me fuck that attitude out of you.’

you believed that those moments when you were under seunghan, his arms either side of your head, chain dangling over your face, were when your chemistry shone the most.

he would whisper sweet nothings, about how your pussy belonged to no one else but him, about how good you were taking him.

‘look at you angel. such a good fucking girl,’ he enunciated each word with thrusts, your whines only egging him on.

‘eyes. open,’ he would demand.

he told you that looking into your eyes, watching as you struggled to keep them open, how you could barely look at him as your mouth fell open was a sight he wanted to remember forever.

eye contact during sex was a big thing for him and was always enough to finally send him over the edge, hugging you close into his chest as he filled you up.

eventually you would forget about whatever argument you might have been having, letting him trace shapes on your bare shoulder, kissing every single mark on your body.

‘just fight the feeling, it’s all we do. Inside it’s killing me, baby.’

‘it happened again?’ yunjin asked, and you cowered under her sharp gaze, nodding.

‘i told you that boy was bad news bestie. constantly surrounded by women, you can’t think that was all a coincidence.

your best friend, yunjin, was not the biggest fan of your relationship.

she was there for the many nights you would break down in her arms, body shaking as you sobbed about how inadequate and unnatractive you felt.

she was always on the other end of the phone as you rambled on about the girls that would constantly throw themselves at your boyfriend, and moreover how he did virtually nothing to stop them.

‘girl..’ yunjin’s voice trailed off and you knew what she was going to say.

‘i’m not doing it yunjin. i can’t break up with him,’ you protested, violently shaking your head.

sure seunghan sometimes made you want to stick his head in a blender.

but he was yours, and you were his, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

these were the conflicting emotions that you both felt towards each other.

there was the want to fight your feelings, the mention of breaking up not foreign in your most heated arguments, but it would truthfully kill you both inside.

other people thought they were crazy, friends and family finding it hard to comprehend why they were both holding on to a relationship that caused so much pain, but you just couldn’t help yourselves.

‘yunjin is not your biggest fan right now,’ you teased seunghan later as you both sat at the table eating dinner, chatting about each others day.

‘i wish you would stop involving your friends in our problems,’ irritation was clear in his tone and you were suddenly in a not so playful mood.

your smile dropped and a scowl settled onto your face.

‘seriously hannie, i’m allowed to talk to my friends about my feelings. the same way you told sungchan when my whining was becoming too much for you,’ you were bringing up old situations, but your point still stood.

‘dont bring that up. i apologised for that already,’ he sighed, spoon now abandoned as he sat back.

‘all i’m doing is highlighting your hypocrisy,’ you always had something to say, always had to have the last say and seunghan was growing tired of it.

‘sure, forget i even said anything. are you done?’ he stood up, changing the topic as he planned to escape to the kitchen, using washing the dishes as an excuse.

‘walking away because you know you’re in the wrong. sounds like some shit you would do,’ he paused in his tracks placing the plates down on the counter top.

‘it’s always one thing or the other with you. if it’s not a girl, it’s my actions,’ he mumbled, but of course you still heard him.

‘maybe if you stopped doing things that would make me upset then we would not be having these issues.’

‘here we go. is it my fault that your ex cheated on you, why do i have to shoulder all of your frustrations,’ his voice rose a little, something he only did when he was really mad, but he had managed to really piss you off.

‘fuck you hong seunghan,’ you stormed off into your shared bedroom, slamming the door and only reopening it to throw out a pillow and some blankets.

‘i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep next to you without strangling you. take the couch,’ and then the door was shut again.

in the recent year, he had become accustomed to finding refuge on their couch, seeing as you were kicking him out of your room more and more.

he was past the phase of shouting at you to stop being ridiculous, or standing outside of the door demanding to be let back in.

there was just no point.

so he continued what he was doing, washing plates, wiping the stove clean, re arranging the glass cups.

he grabbed a granola bar and some juice from the fridge before settling on the couch, turning on the tv, flicking through channels for something to watch.

this lasted for about three days, neither of you speaking to the other.

he would leave breakfast out for you before going his own way, folding your laundry and leaving it outside the door.

you would make sure to make dinner when you got home first, both of you on opposite sides of the couch as you ate in silence.

you would notice him struggling to moisturise his back and be behind him in no time, reaching the spots he couldn’t.

all of these things were done without any words, and only worked because you knew each other so well.

six years being in a relationship, seunghan knew your body language like the back of his hand, and the same was said for you.

if you let out a little huff whilst trying to reach a bowl from the top shelf you would instantly see the extra arm extending above your head to help you.

after a meal you would rub small circles on your stomach and he would already be in the kitchen, water boiling as he got out the bags for your green tea.

when it got to saturday, one of the only days in the week where you would both be in the house, you realised how much you missed him.

the birds were chirping, the gentle lull of the music playing from your speaker as you leaned on the counter, tapping your foot as you waited for the hot water.

seunghan comes up behind you, head resting on your shoulder as his arms come around your waist.

you stay in this embrace, taking in each others air as you swayed from side to side in a soft rhythm.

it was moments like this, something so domestic , no words needed, just pure displays of affection.

he would kiss the top of your head, lifting you to sit on the top of their counter top as he picked up where you left off.

you watched your boyfriend with adoration in your eyes as he reached for your favourite mug, making tea just the way you like it.

‘it’s hot,’ he warned you as he saw how eager you were to bring the cup up to your lips.

‘so are you,’ you joked, really just missing the sound of his voice.

all feelings of disdain melted away once you heard the sound of his deep, hearty laugh, and the way his eyes would dissapear as he smiled widely.

gesturing for him to come closer, you waited till he was in between your legs, hands on your thighs, before you latched your arms around his neck.

he gave you a quick peck on the lips, just missing the feeling of your skin under his fingertips.

‘i love you,’ you mumbled, heart thumping as he his hands now come around your bare waist.

‘i love you too, my angel.’

and just like that it would feel like you were both on cloud nine, spending the entire day by each others side.

you would watch different rom coms, making fun of the dumb female lead and the cringy male lead, seunghan sometimes trying to imitate them.

you throw your head back in laughter, clutching at his hoodie sleeve to get him to stop, gasping for air.

when you told him you were craving pasta he was quick to jump to his feet.

‘chef seunghan to the rescue,’ he grinned as he scurried to the kitchen, making a big show out of everything.

you got your phone out, recording every step as he would exaggerate the way he cut up his ingredients, or go on about his imaginary culinary expertise.

‘you know this all reminds me of the summer of ‘07. most of our chefs had retired for the night and i was supposed to follow,’ he had began his ministrations.

‘ but then, a lovely old italian couple comes bursting through the door. i need the greatest pasta one could ever taste he basically demanded.’

‘the only experience i had back then was the ratatouille movie but you know what, i had faith from the crew i would deliver. and deliver i did.’

you could no longer contain your giggles, bursting into hysterical laughter as you practically rolled around on the floor.

‘haters ‘gon hate. you wish you were as amazing as me,’ he flicked his imaginary hair over his shoulder.

‘it smells like the pesto is burning, chef seunghan.’

‘oh shit.’

telling you his fake stories had taken away all of his attention, and he soon forgot about what he had originally set out to do.

so even though the sauce was charred, you still ate with gusto. all because seunghan had made it.

‘can i just say you would make an excellent housewife. look at you washing those dishes,’ you said, a teasing glint in your eye.

seunghan gasped, before splashing water in your direction, the sound of your squeals like music to his ears as you tried to shield yourself.

‘stop, i’m sorry. fine you win, no malewife for me,’ you push him away, saying the last part as if you were actually mad.

you both often joked about seunghan’s passion for cooking and cleaning being the perfect formula for a traditional wife.

you would tease him about retiring him so he would sit at home looking pretty as he cared for your kids.

his eyes narrow, a hand snaking around your waist as he tugs into his chest.

you press yourself closer to him, his scent now in your orbit as you nuzzle into his sweatshirt, enjoying his scent.

‘this is nice, i wish we could stay like this forever,’ he murmurs, heart fluttering as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you just a little tighter.

‘come sleep with me tonight?’ you lifted your head from his chest to ask and he grinned, kissing you again.

‘i want to kiss you. properly,’ seunghan confessed.

"then why won't you?"

"the problem is..," he leaned in as he spoke to you.

"if i kissed you i don't think i'd be able to stop."

"who said i wanted you to?"

he paused and beamed at you, and then he smothered you in kisses.

on the mouth, your cheeks, neck, telling you over and over again that he loved you as you laughed and clutched him.

every time he said it, you felt the words wrap fill her up.

they wrapped themselves around you, providing comfort, making you feel safe and cherished, pushing out any doubt.

he said it like he meant it.

he said it as if it was common knowledge, a fact that had been proven by scientists before.

seunghan loved you.

and you loved him back.

just two souls full of love, unable to depart from each other.

but as was always said, there was a thin line between love and hate.

you had only lasted two weeks before your next explosive argument.

‘but then i remember that you got a temper and i got no filter.’

‘you’re blowing this out of proportion,’ seunghan calls after you as you find yourself once again angry in your house.

what should have been a fun night for the both of you had quickly turned into grounds for yet another argument.

‘blowing what out of proportion? did she or did she not kiss you?’ your nostrils flared and your head felt hot.

anger surged through your veins and you couldn’t control your temper.

‘would you just listen to me. you know i would never do that to you, it just-‘

‘do i want to hear yet another excuse from you hannie? it’s always poor me i had no idea that the attractive girl i’m flirting with would take it the wrong way,’ you cut him off, a trait of yours he didn’t like.

‘i was not flirting. honestly can we act like adults. please,’ he pleads, but it only makes you want to be more childish.

‘i should say the same thing mr i couldn’t say no to her.’

‘here we go again,’ he massaged his temples, the stress starting to weigh on him.

‘yes here we go again. is setting boundaries so fucking hard for you.’

‘language,’ he speaks curtly, reminding you of how much he hated when you used harsh language against him.

‘don’t tell me how to speak. answer my fucking questions hong seunghan.’

‘i did set boundaries what do you mean? i very clearly pushed her away and told her to never try that again,’ he was exasperated, unable to understand how someone else’s wrongdoing was his fault.

‘great fucking job. setting the boundary after she already tried to stick her tongue down your throat,’ your tone was dripping with sarcasm, and you even started slow clapping.

‘be honest, you wanted to fuck her didn’t you?’

‘for god’s sake. can you stop,’ he was reaching breaking point, exhibiting great restraint so that he didn’t say anything he would regret.

‘that’s what this is about, isn’t it? you must have been having a field day, she was even wearing a cute little red dress, your favourite colour,’ you went on, your insecurities catching up to you once again.

when things like this occurred it served as a constant reminder that your boyfriend was attractive and that many girls would be willing to be in your place.

your track record with guys was not the best, one cheating on you with a close friend, the other a cousin.

you had a long history of being let down and heartbroken by men.

there was always a nagging voice in your mind that it was only a matter of time before seunghan followed suit.

‘i can’t do this anymore,’ he ran his hand through his hair, his body leaning on the kitchen counter.

‘ah so you can go back to minjeong. please don’t let me stop you from achieving your fantasies,’ you picked up your bag, searching for your own car keys, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the hot tears streaming down your face.

‘here you go, running away from your problems instead of facing them. we can’t keep doing this you know.’

‘then maybe we shouldn’t anymore ,’ your words shocked him and he froze on the spot.

‘find a girl who isn’t as shitty and insecure as me, and maybe i might find one man that doesn’t feel like cheating on me,’ you chuckled bitterly, looking like a mad woman with one shoe on, the other in hand.

his chest was heaving at this point, his ears red hot as he waited for your next move.

‘do you really mean it,’ he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes started getting glossy.

shrugging you slipped the second shoe on and grabbed your jacket, leaving an emotional seunghan behind.

‘so we’re like a sandstorm, when we get to blows.’

this was the nature of your arguments.

like a sandstorm they were intense, and volatile, like the blowing winds of conflict that brought about the chaos and the inability to find solace or resolution in each others actions.

emotional turbulence consumed both parties as they clashed.

they carried the pain of failed attempts to reconcile, living with the consequences that arose from playing with the dynamics of their volatile relationship.

underneath all of the bravado and spiteful words, lay a desire to maintain composure and restore harmony in the relationship.

as much as it didn’t seem like it, you hated it when you fought.

but there was great difficulty in achieving peace, your arguments normally escalating quickly and dangerously, leaning wreckage in your wake.

only this time you weren’t sure your relationship would stand the test of time.

deciding it was best to hear the opinions of someone you trusted, you headed towards a bar that you frequented, looking for its owner, your close friend.

‘it’s not normal to fight this much,’ shotaro, your greatest confidant let you know, patting the top of your hand.

you knew that. that the amount of times you would have your disputes, seunghan with his temper and you without a filter, it wasn’t healthy.

it was beginning to become a cycle, a few days of peace before the storm would come and shake the both of you up.

‘what do i do,’ you sighed, exhausted and hurt.

‘you know what you need to do.’

with shotaro’s words buried at the forefront of your heart, you returned back to your home.

the lights were off, the glow from the television screen illuminating your boyfriends eyes.

you both looked at one another, at the same stage of fatigue as you shrugged your coat off and found refuge in each other.

not another word was said that night, but the silence filled in for their lack of conversation.

and you spent the next two weeks like this.

hollow, lifeless versions of yourselves.

whenever a problem would arise he could see you using all of your strength to hold your tongue, turning the other way.

intimacy just wasn’t the same anymore, the both of you seemingly having a lot to think about.

there was no more laughter, or joking around with each other.

the light drained from your eyes, and you had to wonder if this was what life was meant to be like.

so tired of fighting that you lose your voices, instead trying to pretend like everything is alright.

you started to leave the house more, needing an escape from this prison that had been created in the place you used to call home.

seunghan would often have to come and pick you up, you letting out all your grievances by drowning your sorrows in alcohol, like you always did.

his arms would wrap around your waist, guiding you into your bedroom.

he would patiently hold your hair back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

he would sit on the edge of the bathtub, using one hand to hold you up as you soaked in the bubble bath.

when he would dry you up, sleep fast approaching your spent body, you would mumble some words.

it would always be about him; ‘i hate the way she looked at you, ‘i wish you didn’t go and meet up with her yesterday i know she likes you.’

but the words uttered from your mouth last night made him freeze, a chill running down his spine as his worst fear came true.

‘i don’t think i know how to love you anymore.’

it was obvious that neither of you were happy, but as selfish as it was, seunghan couldn’t imagine a life without you.

he met you at the start of adulthood, and now that he was nearing the end of his twenties, he couldn't see himself trying again with anyone else.

so he acted like you hadn’t said anything, the dull ache in his chest starting to become a part of him.

but try as he might, he just couldn’t forget it.

they said that drink words were sober thoughts, that the possibility that you didn’t mean it was low.

even at work now, it circulated in his mind, occupying every crevice of his brain.

head in his hands, he struggled to focus on the presentation due in a couple of hours, his screen stuck on the same page.

he felt his phone buzz, and in his dream like state, he viewed the message.

we need to talk. come home my love.

he leapt out of his seat, listing off some type of excuse for why he had to leave the office early as he practically sprinted down the company stairs and to the car park.

he was sure he had ran a couple of lights but he didn’t care.

his heart was thumping, chewing on his lip as the worst case scenario continued to play in his head.

when he entered your home, making his way to the living room he saw you in a similar state.

‘why were there so many suitcases?’ bile rose to his throat and he almost wanted to turn away, avoid the inevitable.

as he stood planted in his spot, you lifted your head.

offering him a weak smile, he could see how red your eyes were, your nose a similar shade and his stomach turned violently.

‘i’ll do better. i promise baby please,’ in an instant he was at your feet, clutching you like he was scared you would dissapear.

‘seunghan-‘

‘i know, you must have been so frustrated. it can’t have been easy, i just need to- i need to be better, i’ll do whatever you want,’ tears were starting to fall, splashing onto your jeans.

‘i love you, i love you so much. loving you is the only thing i need.’

biting your lip to prevent yourself from crying too, you lifted his head from your leg.

as hard as it was, you knew that the both of you couldn’t continue on like this.

‘take a piece of my love, we’ve been through enough stuff, probably need to grow up and away.’

‘my sweet boy,’ you used your thumb to swipe his tears, an intense amount of adoration and tenderness displayed on your features.

the tone of your voice, how soft it was as you cupped his face in your hand, it only made him more devastated.

‘these mirrors know our secrets. they’ve witnessed our wild, our highs spent riding the wind. and they watched as all the storms started circling our dunes. if they could speak, their voices just might crack and shake and shatter the glass into fragments.’

‘we’ve been through enough stuff, now we need to grow up and away,’ your shoulders dropped in resignation, struggling to let out what you wanted to say.

‘we can’t try one more time?’ he was defeated, desperate for a lifeline, something that would convince you to stay.

‘i don’t like the people we’re becoming,’ you whispered.

‘i was scared. that one day the hatred would overpower my love for you. that one day you’ll no longer make my heart swell, but burn with rage.’

it hurt, because they both knew it was true.

it was glaringly obvious that there was a need for the both of them to move forward, away from their now toxic situation and find peace.

they had both been through enough turmoil and the sentiment that it was time for the both of them to separate for their own sakes was shared.

‘i want to protect the love that we shared. i don’t want all of those fond memories to go to waste,’ you caressed his face, soaking him all on as if it would be the last time to do.

seunghan, although anguished, knew that what she was saying was right.

six years of being together, he didn’t want those good years to be marred by bitterness, to be trampled over.

‘i love you hong seunghan, enough to let you go.’

‘i love you, more than you would ever comprehend,’ till their final moments he was sure she still wouldn’t.

so even though it tore his heart into pieces, he let the love of his life press one last kiss on his cheek, before leaving, not one look back.

even though you didn’t make it to the end of his story, he will always have the corner folded down on your pages, because it was his favourite.

[spaceagebachelormann]

hellloooo :D

feel free to cut out any characters if u want! (theres a lot lol) but i was wondering if u could do some characters with an ftm reader? romantic or platonic is fine!

i was thinking specifically dracula, van helsing, viktor and adam frankenstein, dr jekyll and mr hyde, erik destler, meg and carlotta?

again, no pressure and take as long as u want!

☆ — classic lit characters with someone who’s ftm

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✧ carmillas notes — wrote this as like coming out to them!!sorry this request took forever anyway i included all the characters but if they’re ooc i apologize, i also apologize for how badly written this prob is because i’m afab ALSO none of them are explicitly romantic or platonic so take it as u wish. also renfield mention because he’s my MAN 💜 also i ran out of motivation half way through i apologize

✧ warnings — MIGHT be inaccurate

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ count dracula

realistically he’d probably be very very confused but we’re gonna go off what i think!

i think at the end of the day he could honestly care less

in his eyes, it’s not his problem

you could sit there and tell him how you’re feeling, what being trans means, all of it, and he’d just sit there and twiddle his thumbs

“…okay.” and then y’all go on with the day

he ends up mentioning it to renfield for some reason who actually understands and gives him a good description of it (renfields cool he’d be super supportive btw)

then dracula is like “ohhhh”

he sits you down later that day and asks questions and he’s not outwardly supportive but also not outwardly bad? he just doesn’t really care

occasionally you’ll just find random masc clothes in your room or laundry after that

he’s not. the greatest but he definitely tries his best with the pronouns and gets livid if someone messes them up, even by accident

(only he’s allowed to mix them up and he apologizes and uses the correct ones after)

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ abraham van helsing

he’s fascinated honestly

outwardly more supportive than dracula, already kind of gets it and doesn’t ask as many questions unless he feels they’re necessary

he’s like “wait here” after a couple of moments and comes back a bit later holding some of his old clothes he doesn’t wear anymore and lets you keep them

he’s another one who would kind of struggle with the pronouns but for the most part he gets the hang of it pretty quickly

if he or someone else uses the wrong pronouns he’s very polite with correcting himself or someone else

wouldn’t yell but would definitely have a TALK with anyone who still uses she/her

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ victor frankenstein

he’d be very fascinated and have a lot of questions

he’s kind of asking them repeatedly but it’s just because he wants to understand. it’s also because he’s like entranced and wants to know more

also he’s a surgeon. he could give you free top/bottom surgery but also maybe you shouldn’t trust him that much considering his earlier experiments

for some reason his brain is used to it instantly and he always uses the correct masc pronouns for you and it someone uses the wrong ones he emphasizes the pronoun until they get it

overall he could genuinely care less, the concept of ftm had him interested and that’s the only thing he cared about (getting information)

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ henry jekyll

he’d be very confused. but not necessarily mean

you kind of just need to keep explaining it to him every time he messes up and then after a while he’s like “ohhhh”

it’s not his fault he’s just not used it

he would also be perfectly fine with it once he’s doing asking his questions, in his words “it’s perfectly normal to want to be your true self” (he’d know)

would probably like. tailor some of your clothes himself or pay someone to do it so they’re more masculine presenting or would straight up just get you new ones

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ edward hyde

his reaction is essentially “okay??” because he has no idea what this has to do with him

he’s cares less than everyone else. realistically he’d misgender you and then go on like nothing happened but the next time he uses a pronoun it’s likely masculine. he kind of just accidentally switches between them

he’s trying (he’s not)

he doesn’t treat you any different because he hates everyone equally, so he’ll still torment you and then drag you off to go rob a stand or something

he doesn’t have the best memory for the right pronoun, but he’s not transphobic. he just doesn’t care

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ erik destler

very similar to hyde, wouldn’t care

however, he actually does try to look out for how he refers to you and if he messes up he’ll kinda just stand there like 😨 for a moment before he corrects himself

tbh i feel like if you have longer hair he’d cut it for you himself because he’s very talented with his hands

would also let you borrow a lot of his clothes and gives you money to buy new ones, but will not be getting you them himself (unless he asked madame giry) because he does not leave that cellar

over all very supportive!! is actually very sweet about the whole thing (considering if you trust him enough to come out as ftm ur probably close w him)

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ meg giry

essentially she’s screaming I KNEW IT in your face

then goes on a long rant about how she knew and every little thing you’ve ever done that she thought was even slightly suspicious

overall she’s also very sweet and will give people the thousand yard stare if they misgender you (she’s very good with pronouns)

knows all kinds of ways to present more masculine because of her role in the opera house and helps you with those

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ carlotta giudicelli

at first she’s like okay…. what

one of the ones that needs it explained to her in full detail

because she’s a diva she will 100% be yelling at people for you because she does not support rude behaviour from anyone except herself

would also wanna pick out your clothes for you and do your hair for you herself, because she’d be very good with fashion and clothing i feel

lowkey she’s like look at my MALE FRIEND who’s a MALE and is a MAN but it’s more so to keep herself in check because she’s genuinely worried about messing up

[toournextadventure]

Hi, don't know if you're still accepting requests. But if you are I have a really long one.

I was thinking about a Wednesday Addams x fem psychic reader (possibly masc), where the reader is like an investigation partner for Wednesday. (I don't know if you want to give some more backstory)

The reader is obviously crushing hard on Wednesday and compliments her, in very Addams way, every chance she gets. And when it's time for Rave'n, the reader just says fuck it and asks Wednesday. And they're matching (all black obviously).

So when it starts raining blood and everyone starts screaming, the reader puts on a waltzer (midnight waltz, Adam Hurst) and asks Wednesday to dance like:

"May I have this dance, cara mia?"

And they just waltz in the bloody ballroom.

It would really make my gay heart happy, thank you in advance.

I gotchu bestie, don't even worry about it 😎

the show must go on

“You look preposterously gloomy,” you said when Wednesday finally stopped looking for more clues about the Hyde. “It suits you.”

This whole Hyde thing was really starting to wear Wednesday down, you could tell. Weeks and weeks of trying to figure out the mystery and she still wasn’t much closer to figuring it out. You had offered your assistance instantly, of course, but two minds most certainly were not better than one.

At least it gave you an excuse to flirt. Which you may have learned from her father on Parents’ Weekend. After he had gotten out of jail. Maybe you needed a better role model.

“We can keep an eye on the cave tomorrow night,” Wednesday said with a huff. You knew she didn’t take defeat well, but this was starting to get downright comical.

“Tomorrow night is the Rave’N,” you pointed out when you followed behind her on your way out of the woods.

She didn’t answer, leading you to let out your own huff. You had wanted to do this with some sort of dignity, but it appeared she wasn’t going to let you. Why would she, you thought with a roll of your eyes. She wouldn’t be Wednesday Addams if she gave you an easy time.

“The Hyde has to appear at some point,” Wednesday finally said as you neared campus. “And I plan on being there when it does.”

“I doubt it would show during the Rave’N,” you mumbled. Wednesday either didn’t hear you, or didn’t care. “We might as well do something that would make us miserable.”

Now that made the young Addams pull up short. With minimal effort at best, you suppressed a smile when she turned to look at you. It was one that you received far too often, one that dared you to continue and see what would happen. A beautiful look, it was; you would do anything to see it more often.

“What would that be?” Anyone else would have missed the hint of a smile on her lips. But not you. No, not you.

“You might as well accompany me to the Rave’N,” you answered. “I guarantee it’ll be positively frightful.”

She didn’t give you a response of any kind before continuing her walk back to her dorm. Oh what a wonderful thing to be around an Addams. It was never boring.

As predicted, Wednesday's silence on the matter had been a resounding yes. She was already looking stunning in her black vintage dress when you stopped by her dorm to pick her up. No smile, no words, just the silent understanding that she wasn't excited, but that's what was going to make it so much fun.

"You look ghastly," you said with a smile as you slipped the corsage over Wednesday’s wrist.

“You match!” Enid practically shouted when she saw you at the door. “Have you always had that suit?”

“It was my father’s,” you said with a smile. “Fits like a glove, wouldn’t you say?”

“Do a spin for me,” Enid said, and you were more than happy to oblige.

You could feel Wednesday glaring into your very soul as you spun slowly, your arms outstretched so Enid could ooh and ah as much as she wanted. There was one point where Enid even came up and started adjusting your tie - horribly, you thought with a contained giggle - and you thought Wednesday was going to murder her. To you, it just made her all the more beautiful; nothing was more beautiful than a woman scorned.

“We should get going,” you said once you had finished enjoying Wednesday’s silent rage. “We’ll see you down there, Enid.”

With outstretched arm, Wednesday took it and let you walk her down to the dance. She still had yet to say anything for that night, but you didn’t mind. Her father had told you time and time again how she was a woman of few words, and that was okay. It was very Wednesday of her, especially given the fact you knew she wasn’t exactly stoked to be going.

The dance was already in full swing by the time you both appeared; nothing was better than being fashionably late. You shared a single look with Wednesday - who looked like she would rather die than be there - before dragging her to the dancefloor. She was going to enjoy the night even if it killed her.

If she was lucky, it would.

“Your dancing is mesmerising,” you told her once she stepped back in front of you. Still no smile, but there was a twinkle in her eye that betrayed her outward unhappiness.

You opened your mouth to make another comment when you felt something drip onto your shoulder. Wednesday’s eyes darted to your shoulder before she furrowed her brows. Another drop, this time on Wednesday’s cheek. Red?

Before you knew it, the sprinklers went off and something with the appearance and consistency of blood was falling from the ceiling. For the first time that night, Wednesday smiled, a beautifully bloody grin. Whether it was from the blood rain, the screams of everyone around you, or the general chaos, you didn’t care. She looked stunning.

“One moment,” you told her as you got an idea.

You nearly slipped a few times on your way to the DJ table, but thankfully Wednesday was too distracted by the chaos to notice. The DJ himself was nowhere to be found, but that was alright; you knew how to hook your phone up to the speakers. It took only a moment to connect and another moment to put the song on before you could slide your way back over to where Wednesday was standing.

As soon as the waltz came on, her head turned to you, her smile now gone and replaced with a look of curiosity. None of that animosity she had shown earlier in the night. No, this was a genuine look from her, her emotions unmasked for the first time since you had known her.

“May I have this dance, cara mia?” You asked as you held your hand out for her to take.

Just like that, realisation dawned in her eyes as her smile came back. She took your hand and let you pull her into the waltz, the blood making your movements a little smoother. If you both slipped once or twice you didn’t call attention to it; it didn’t matter.

In the chaos, you found the beauty in being with an Addams. It was horrifying, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[isabeauwolf]

Has anyone else thought about what songs they or your mcs and ocs would sings during karaoke night with the LOV! And Mary dragged Kai along? While Kai dragged Chrono just he didn't wanna go alone! Just me? XD What would ya'll pick? ;)

Mary: "Decode" by Paramore, "Give a Reason" by Megumi Hayashibara (Slayers NEXT op), "Dearest" by Ayumi Hamasaki (Inuyasha ed 3), and "Old Souls" from Phantom of The Paradise, "Zombie" by Natalia Kills

Mary and Toga: "Sleeping Instinct" by Yurika (Beastars Ending 2), "Again" by Yui ( Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - Op 1), "Gurenge" by LiSA, "In Chains" by Miku Appenda, and "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm

Toga:  "Usseewa" by Ado, "Can't By Tamed" by Miley Cyrus, and "Gimme Gimme" by Brittany Spears, "The Listening" by Lights

Shiggy: "E for Extinction" by Thousand Foot Krutch, and "Bloody Power Fame" by coldrain

Dabi: "Twisted" by MISSO, "Back From the Dead" by Skillet, "Play With Fire" (feat. Yacht Money) by Sam Tinneszm, "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit, "Vanilla" by Gackt, and "Bad Things" - Jace Everett

Shiggy and Dabi: "Pain" by Three Days Grace, and "Faceless" by RED

Spinner: "Rise" by Skillet, "I Am All of Me" by Crush 40

Twice: "Paranoid Doll" by GACKT, "Erase My Scars" by Evans Blue, and "Crawl" by Breaking Benjamin

Twice and Toga: Insanity (Vocaloid)

Mr Compress: "House of Memories" by Panic! At The Disco and "Dying Wish" by Tasuku Hatanaka (Moriarty the Patriot by op 1), and "Getsusekai" by BUCK TICK (Nightwalker OP)

Mr Compress and Twice: "The Other Side" from The Greatest Showman

Magne: "Baby One More Time" by Brittany Spears and "If I Had You" by Adam Lambert

Magne, Toga and Mary: "Girls Just Wanna have Fun" and "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga, "Cinderella" by The Cheetah Girls, "SPLASH FREE" from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club ED, "Sexy Naughty Bitchy" by Tata Young, and "Starstruck" by Lady GaGa

Magne and Mary: "Gimme More" by Bodybangers ft. Victoria Kern, "Buttons" by The Pussycat Dolls, and "Dressin' Up" by Katy Perry

Everyone (pff, Mary begged; they can't say no to her XD): "Enemy" by Imagine Dragons & JID, "Riot" by Three Days Grace, "Perfect Life" by RED, and "It’s My Party" (Obey Me! Ending Theme)  

Dabi, Spinner and Twice: "War Child" by Hollywood Undead (Dabi dragged Spinner, he's blushing hard, poor baby)

Overhaul: "Madness" and "Undisclosed Desires" by Muse, "Twisted Hearts" by Tasuku Hatanaka (Moriarty the Patriot by op 2), and "Sakura Falling - Yohio

Chrono: "Silent Scream" by Cinema Bizarre, "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship (Hari had a few drinks)

Overhaul, Dabi and Tomura: "Kamisama HELP!" from Kamisama Hajimemashita, "JEALOUSNESS" from Brothers Conflict, and "SPECIALZ" By King Gnu (JJK S2 Op2)

Overhaul and Dabi: "Secret Zone" from BAD MEDICINE-INFECTIOUS TEACHERS OP

Hahah XD I had to have our lovesick Villains all sing together, mhwhaha (gonna tease and torment my boys)

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Not gonna lie.... Twice, Spinner and Chrono were hard to think of songs for... aside from disney songs! That's a whole another crack fic idea.

I was overthinking again, pff, what's new? XD Scrolling through my music playlists, listening to songs and trying to find the right songs... this took me 2 hours X///////////x Whoops

Trying to make sure everyone got at least 1 song or 2! Then the duets and whatnot!

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