#Jekyll and Hyde!reader

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

[juneberrie]

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A PARTNER WHO SLEEPS IN CLASS

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

would look over and be like 😟

pokes ur arm like "are u asleep?"

and then she realizes you are asleep and she laughs quietly

would probably write ur notes for you??? or like she'd move ur pen/pencil so there aren't random scribbles on your paper

"did u sleep well 😊" when u wake up

CLEO DE NILE

tbh she probably wouldn't notice for a good while

she'd go to ask you a question

and there you are with your head down, obviously asleep

she'd be like "oh 😒" and then just ask you her question later

if anyone near you is like making a ton of noise she'd glare at them and tell them to shut the fuck up

DRACULAURA

"oh!" when she realizes

she'd like giggle bc she thinks ur so cutie

and she'd probably just leave u be for a while until a few minutes until class ends and she'd be like "if u want i can ask frankie if you can borrow her notes" bc lets be honest she probably doesn't take notes

CLAWD WOLF

would probably let you use his jacket as a pillow or a blanket or something

don't expect him to let you copy his notes (he doesn't take any)

would try to explain what the teacher was yapping about but he's rlly bad at explaining so it sounds like "so this and ummm i think that and probably this too.... i think he said something about this?"

CLAWDEEN WOLF

would tap u bc she noticed ur head down and she's like "are u okay"

"oh they're asleep!"

if the teacher asks why ur head is down she'd be like "they have a headache" or smth

will let u copy her notes

glares at anyone breathing slightly too loud

"shut up can't u see theyre trying to sleep?? yeah thats what i thought"

DEUCE GORGON

okay so this bitch is kinda stupid

and he sees u asleep right

so he like pulls out an extra pair of sunglasses from his bag

and he sits you up and puts the glasses on you

bro is so proud of himself!!!

its so obvious you're asleep and then u get woken up bc the teacher is like "wtf"

HEATH BURNS

he'd be like "y/n! y/n!" and then realize ur asleep

and then very loudly go "OHHHHHHH YOU'RE ASLEEP"

so you probably get woken up tbh

he'd be like " 😨 sorry 😜"

either that or he'd notice and very loudly shush people

JACKSON JEKYLL

bro is in shock

how??? are you sleeping???? in class?????

he'd be really nervous for you

cause he doesn't want you to get in trouble for sleeping in class

when u wake up he tells you to get more sleep at night or something

HOLT HYDE

straight up would NOT care

bro was listening to his music and he like looks over and sees u asleep and he's like "okay!"

he'd probably draw on ur hand tbh or like ur paper

when u wake up he's like "omg hey" and would give u one of his airpods as yall walk to class

LAGOONA BLUE

she'd let you sleep

she wouldn't really notice but when she does she's like "awww" and moves ur notebook out of the way so she can write notes for u <3

[tsuutarr]

With a dazzling burst of light, your summoning circle flickers as a figure begins to materialize with a golden glow. Soon, bright violet eyes meet yours.

“Are you my new witch?” the voice gasps, eyes sunny and smile toothy.

You give him an affirmative, which makes the light spirit seem to glow even brighter.

“Oh! I’m so excited!” he beams, bursting with sunlight and energy. He grabs your hands in his, warming up your skin. “I’ll be the best familiar ever, promise!”

And he is a rather good familiar, doing everything you instruct without much protest or error. His upbeat attitude is really pleasant to be around, too.

The only catch is that he changes at night. When the sun goes down, basking him with moonlight instead of sunlight, his skin turns from gold and sunkissed to silver and moonkissed. 

“Did he not tell you?” your new moonkissed familiar asks, referring to his sunny counterpart. “What a loser...” He eyes you up and down, before letting out a small huff. “I guess you’ll do fine.”

Your moonkissed familiar is… more terse and sharp edged, his lips in a perpetual scowl. However, it’s evident that he doesn’t really mind being yours – not with how he follows you around, helping you with the little things. And when you curl up at night to go to bed, he’s a comfortable pillow that lets you cuddle him close.

“It’s not fair,” your sunkissed companion complains when you awake with the sun. “He gets to cuddle you? I wanna hold you too!”

It’s really not your fault, but your sunkissed companion is too much like a puppy to take too seriously. So, instead, you allow him to hug you more, his hands clinging to you whenever they can.

“You’re just lettin’ him touch you whenever?” your moonkissed companion asks when the moon is in its zenith. You give a curious look, which makes him scowl, his gaze flickering away. “I’m just sayin’ okay? It’s not ‘cause I’m jealous or something.”

Oh, so he’s jealous. Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure your sunkissed companion was jealous, too.

You’re really not sure what to make of this revelation, though. The last thing you expected was to be stuck in a love triangle between your… familiar? Familiars? They’re technically the same familiar, but they’re also not, which is kind of complicated.

Well… it’s nothing to worry about, probably.

But oh, how wrong you are. As the days pass, that much is obvious.

“You like me better, right?” your sunkissed familiar asks, suffocating you with his warmth. He’s gotten clingier and clingier, smothering you with his presence.

“There’s no way you like that dolt better,” your moonkissed familiar states, constantly hovering over you with his chill. You don’t know if he’s aware of it or not, but you’ve been getting less and less sleep with him around.

Nowadays, they’re just… always around you. Day and night. There’s no escape, no room to breathe. They’re always there somehow, always watching.

It’s driving you crazy. Maybe it is something to worry about. Maybe it’s for the best if you cancel the familiar contract.

“What?” your sunkissed familiar asks, eyes wide. “Oh, no, no. Darling witch, why would you say that?”

As you feel him burn hotter, you quickly realize that bringing up the idea to him was a mistake.

After all, light spirits are notoriously powerful and you’re just a newbie witch. There’s no way you can control him unless he offers that control to you – you should’ve realized that.

And, well, from the look in his eyes, it looks like he’s done letting you take charge.

“You’re our witch, darling. For as long as the light shines.”

[freakyfrye]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝕸𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝕳𝔦𝔤𝔥 𝕸.𝕷𝔦𝔰𝔱 ໒꒱ ‧₊

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐬: 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭¡𝐜𝐚 💦 | 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 🃏| 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 🪼| 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☘️ | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭🍦| 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 💉 | 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 2 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 🎻 | 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 🔌 | 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 🧸

𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔎𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙚. 𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙚. 𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙚. 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙚. 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔇𝔢𝔲𝔠𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!

𐚁ᥫ᭡. ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔡 𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

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♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔍𝔢𝔶𝔨𝔶𝔢𝔩𝔩/ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔱 ℌ𝔶𝔡𝔢

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

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♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚? 𐚁ᥫ᭡. ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

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♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔊𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔚𝔢𝔟𝔟𝔢𝔯

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

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♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙃𝙚𝙝𝙚…𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔑𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔬𝔱

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

main group will be added soon, will include genderbent versions. artwork is not mine, taken off of Pinterest.

[fr4nkie0stein]

pls can we have holt/jackson dating witch gn reader where they get into a fight but ends with fluff I understand if not but thank you for reading :)

Yes of course! Please enjoy :3

Apology Accepted

Pairings: Holt Hyde x gender neutral witch reader, Jackson Jekyll x gender neutral witch reader

Summary: when you and Holt get into a fight, Jackson takes over to help apologize

Content warning(s): mentions of a fight, fluffy ending as requested :3

××

You loved both of your boyfriends, but sometimes Holt could be a bit much. Take for example earlier that day. You'd been trying to practice some spells for homework but kept getting distracted because of how loud his music was.

Holt got upset when you asked him to turn it down, and it escalated into a fight pretty quickly. You grabbed your stuff and left, deciding to finish your work somewhere else. Part of you wanted to go back and apologize, but your pride wouldn't let you, especially when it was technically his fault.

"Hey," Jackson's soft voice called out as he hesitantly approached you. "I just wanted to come and apologize. I- I know it wasn't my fault, technically, but I still feel really bad."

A faint smile formed on your face at his attempted apology. "It's fine. I'm not that upset, I just needed to get some air. I forgive you, both of you, so don't worry."

It was as if a weight had been lifted from Jackson's shoulders. Sure, he wasn't the one who caused you to be upset, but he still couldn't help but feel just a tad bit guilty for it happening. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Do- do you want to hang out again, maybe?"

You let out a quiet chuckle at his bashful nature. No matter how long you'd been together, he still always got so nervous around you. "Absolutely. I'd love nothing more."

Fin ××

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[witches-at-monster-high]

Jackson/Holt x witch!Reader

(This gif is very cute :3)

Sorry it's literal YEARS but I started writing again :) @slushystarzcrush

First of all, Jackson was your first friend at Monster High. He felt an instant connection to you because of your « normie status ». Plus that boy had an almost immediate crush on you (he thought you were so cool, I mean a witch??? Hello??)

Before you integrated the main friend group, you and Jackson would hang out together all the time at school, most of the time he would listen to you rant about new spells, curses and charms you were practicing. Or even just do his homework while you were reading your grimoire.

But here’s the thing.

You’re used to listening to music when you practice magic.

So when Jackson saw you under the same tree where you both sat at lunch break, bobbing your head cutely while waving your hand to cast a spell, he didn’t think much of it.

Until he heard-uh oh :0

That’s how you met Holt!

You were honestly surprised Jackson didn’t tell you he was half monster. A shapeshifter? Anyways Holt almost tackled you to the ground when he saw you, saying he was so excited to meet you.

From this point on, you tried to spend every other day with each one. That little arrangement was great for Jackson and Holt since it created an actual schedule where each could « come out ».

While Holt loved the spells and flashy parts of your witchcraft, Jackson was really into the history and lore you would geek about.

Even when you guys started hanging out with the main group, you would always do things together on the side.

Holt was the one to confess, unsurprisingly, Jackson was too self conscious to even think about being able to be your boyfriend.

Holt would absolutely follow you into a dark forest to look for evil spirits.

Both these guys are the embodiment of that meme where a guy is laying in the middle of a ritual circle and his girlfriend is lighting candles and reading a grimoire.

Morticia and Gomez kind of vibe. You also give them a kiss before they turn into the other one, as a « see you later ;) »

I imagine that Jackson and Holt would absolutely help you get body modifications if you want to. I headcanon Jackson to be more into piercings and Holt tattoos.

They both find it very attractive if you try to dress with a certain aesthetic in mind (whatever it might be). They’re both pretty stylish guys, in their own ways, Jackson liking the ‘academic’ kind of vibe and Holt a kind of rockstar punk one.

You guys are honestly giving Cleo and Deuce competition for the most popular couple, but just because you guys’ alchemy is REAL.

On a side note, witch!reader has a ghost aunt but is partially inspired by Baba Yaga. So I imagine the first time the boys are invited over to your house to be kind of funny.

« Your house walks??? ON CHICKEN LEGS?? » Cue Holt trying to climb up on them.

[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

[multifamdomfan]

Here me out!

Him as adult Tyler Galpin

[it-happened-one-fic]

The Strange Case of Doctor Jade and Mr. Floyd (Part 1) - Jade

Author Notes: Tis October, so here is a Halloween-themed fic! I read a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde inspired fic with Jade and Floyd quite some time ago (I'm pretty sure it was Azul x reader actually) but I can no longer find it, so I'm afraid I can't link it and I can't remember the author or the fic name either (such is my memory). But anyway, I wanted to try doing my own spin on the idea and, fear not, mine ended up wildly different from the one I read. And I won't lie, I kind of wanted to make this series longer, but I cut myself off at 4 chapters because (a) that's how many Fridays there are in October and (b) I didn't know where to take this series. Reader is gender-neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader/ sfw/ sort of fluff/ romance implied/ platonic relationship/ kind of mafia AU/ some drama/ intrigue??

[Part One: You're Here!], [Part Two], [Part 3], [Part 4]

Word count: 2523

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood

I looked up, immediately smiling as the door opened and in strolled Jade. An ever polite smile on his seemingly flawless face as he looked over at me with practiced gentility, “Good morning, Y/n.”

I nodded at him, reaching down under my desk to grab the package Azul had left for him just moments earlier, “Good morning, Dr. Jade. Mr. Carews called and requested that you call him back, and Mr. Ashengrotto just came by and left a package for you.”

Jade let out a hum as he eyed the small package, a slight frown appearing on his face at the mention of the first man before his two-toned gaze flickered up to meet mine. Amusement flickering in his mismatched eyes as he tilted his head, the motion causing the singularly long, dark grey strand of his otherwise short turquoise hair to swing wildly, “Did Azul say anything?”

I shook my head, as I sifted through a pile of papers. All appointments, letters, and general paperwork, “No, he and I chatted for a while, but he didn’t leave a message for you. Why? Are you expecting something from him?”

I paused to glance questioningly up at the doctor, who shook his head. An amused smile spreading across his face as he rested one gloved hand against his chin, “No, but it is as I feared. You have quite charmed my work partner.”

I snorted at his teasing, shaking my head slightly, “Hardly. He was just being polite.”

Jade hummed, straightening as he balanced the package in one hand easily, “I sincerely doubt that, my dear. I do fear he might soon come to steal you away.”

I rolled my eyes, mething his gaze once more, “Azul has no need of a receptionist, so I doubt there is any real fear of that.”

Jade let out a quiet chuckle as I held out a slender sheet of paper, “Here, this is Mr. Carews’s number. He sounded very upset when he called, so I imagine he’ll want to schedule an appointment.”

He quietly eyed the paper before accepting, “Yes, I suppose he will, considering everything that’s going on.”

I frowned at his words, perfectly used to Jade’s occasionally ominous statements by now, but I tilted my head at him nonetheless as I gave way to my own wary curiosity, “Are you talking about that new criminal that supposedly looks exactly like you? ‘Mr. Floyd,’ was it?”

Jade’s characteristically discreet smile split into a grin. One that displayed his pointed teeth that he always kept hidden behind close-lipped smiles whenever any patients were nearby, and in many ways I genuinely believed that the first time I’d seen it had been entirely accidental on his part. But at this point I also honestly suspected that Jade only smiled like that when he was truly, and perhaps villainously, amused. 

His voice was filled with humor, as evidenced by his slight chuckle as he spoke, “Ah, yes, that fellow. So you’ve heard of him too?”

I blinked slightly at his words before smiling in slight disbelief and shaking my head, “Hasn’t everyone? It seems like everyone’s talking about him. People on the streets, patients in your waiting room, the newspapers….”

I trailed off amusedly as Jade tilted his head at me, his eyes flashing with a far-too-clever glimmer, “And what do you think of this ‘Mr. Floyd’?”

I felt my eyebrows raise at Jade’s question. But, in all fairness, I suppose it only made sense for him to be at least slightly curious about the criminal that everyone had been likening him to.

Though, knowing Jade, I doubted that any of the gossip actually bothered him. In fact, Jade would be more likely to find their gossip rather amusing.

“Well, I suppose he may have a passing resemblance to you based on what people say, but it can’t be anything too awfully close. After all, neither the practice nor your reputation have been hurt by any of the rumors,” I finally answered. Lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug before I frowned slightly, “Beyond that, I haven’t heard much about him. No one actually talks about anything he’s done. Just that he supposedly looks like you and apparently can’t be caught.”

Jade blinked at my words, his eyes widening in an almost comedic fashion before a slow smile crept across his face as his gaze shifted back to something more amused, “Yes, I suppose there isn’t much information about him, is there?”

He paused, tilting his head slightly before finishing in an oddly pleased manner that had me frowning slightly, “I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see how things pan out, won’t we?”

I was almost tempted to question as he turned to go but I stayed silent. Instead, watching as he walked off with his package, as I idly considered his words before tilting my head with a slight frown.

Because it was odd, now that I considered it. The way Azul kept sending mysterious little packages so cryptically.

The rest of the day rolled by uneventfully, though, with patients coming and going. Ever-thrilled to be seeing that the esteemed Dr. Jade. Though how Jade kept up the ‘esteemed’ part of his reputation was beyond me.

It was true that he was the perfect image of a gentleman and was by far a good employer whom I got along well with. But it was also true that it hadn’t taken me very long after getting hired as his receptionist to figure out that there was far more to him than just his good looks, intelligence, and faux-polite smile.

If nothing else, Jade was a master of manipulation, and he could be beyond slippery at times. And then there was the way he’d emerged from his office with a distinctly smug expression to tell me that Mr. Carews did indeed want an appointment and for me to be sure to schedule plenty of time.

And that was, of course, in and of itself perfectly innocent. Jade was a well-respected doctor after all. If Mr. Carews needed an appointment, even a long one, that wasn’t really very strange. 

But the way Jade’s pleasure had seemed all too villainous was odd and had me shaking my head with a frown even as I was walking down the street on my way home.

It wasn’t the first time I’d questioned Jade’s flawless reputation, though.

I might have bought into it at the start, when I’d applied for the job of his receptionist, but I didn’t now. 

But I also had no idea why he seemed so perfectly villainous sometimes, and the fact that I got along with him so well despite my occasional concerns had me questioning my own sense.

Jade had appeared out of nowhere, with similar timing to Azul’s appearance in town. Both reasonably well-respected from the start, and by now they’d built up quite the reputations as well as quite a bit of money.

Jade, as a supposedly moral character who helped the sick and ailing with all sorts of problems, and Azul, as a businessman who could help most anyone find what they needed.

The two of them had already been friends when they’d both shown up within days of one another and set up their businesses with the implicit understanding that they worked together.

Both of them were a bit of a mystery, and both of them were men I’d ended up working with and getting along with rather well. But all of it was still odd enough to make me sometimes question their sudden appearance and the way Jade seemed to always know stuff about people.

After all, that was why he was regarded as so good at his job. The sheer amount of information he had about what troubled individuals. 

I paused mid-step as something caught my eye through my peripheral vision, causing me to turn and look down a darkened, trash-filled street before my eyes widened in recognition.

Because there, of all people, sat Jade himself with a hand pressed to his now bloodied right arm, even though he’d only left the office shortly before I had.

My mind swirled with questions about how he’d gotten hurt, what exactly had happened, and what on earth was doing here when his house was in the exact opposite direction. But none of those thoughts slowed me down as I darted across the street. Heedless of others passing by.

I all but dropped to the ground beside him, my hand reaching out to try and shove his hand out of the way so I could get a better look at his injury as words flew from my mouth in a garbled mix of distress and genuine concern, “What happened to you?!! We need to get you some help! I’ll call the hospital and-”

He jerked back at my sudden appearance, staring at me with wide eyes, and I felt myself go still as my words came to an abrupt halt as I stared back at this young man who was so familiar but also wholly foreign to me.

A yellow right eye and an olive left one, both of which were slightly drooped at the edges, giving him an almost gentle appearance. But Jade’s eyes were sharper and more upturned at the edges, with his right eye being olive and the left being yellow.

And then there was the hair. The same shade of turquoise, but where Jade had his longer stand of dark grey hair that framed the left side of his face, this man’s longer strand hung on the right side of his face.

He was a perfect mirror image of my employer, but the simple fact of the matter was that this man was not Jade. And suddenly all I could think was the rumors of the very criminal Jade had questioned me about just today.

Mr. Floyd. The criminal that no one could catch, who looked uncannily like Jade.

I swallowed thickly as he blinked back at me, his expression slowly shifting to surprise to something more intelligent that had me both mentally and physically retreating.

I slowly let go of his hand, pulling back as I let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry… I must have gotten the wrong person….”

I trailed off as I hurriedly backtracked, about to stand and scurry away only for him to catch my hand in his, which I noticed all too late was also different from Jade’s. 

I froze at his sudden touch as I stared at where his hand now held mine captive before my gaze darted back up to his face.

If he was bothered by my sudden wariness, he didn’t show it as he stared back at me and clearly identified me despite the fact I’d never met him, “You work for Jade.”

In no way were his words a question. They were a statement. Like he knew it for a fact, and I felt myself nod even as I scrambled to figure out what I needed to do now.

I had no idea what sort of crimes this man had committed or anything about him. And even if I had paid more attention to the gossip about him, I still wouldn’t know anything. 

“Dr. Jade? Yes, I- I’m his receptionist,” And I only faltered slightly as I responded to him. Feeling both very much out of my depth.

He stared back at me, his expression oddly, before a sharp-toothed grin crossed his face that had my eyes widening as his grip on my hand tightened slightly, “I guess I’d better get you back home then? Hm~ It’d be a shame for something to happen to the respected doctor’s receptionist.”

I blinked at his lilted words. My confusion only increasing as my wariness remained. I didn’t know if he was being patronizing towards the fact Jade was well-respected due to something akin to jealousy or if it was something else entirely. But either way, I wanted to get away from him, and I certainly didn’t want ‘Mr. Floyd’ anywhere near my home.

I might not know what crimes he had supposedly committed, but I definitely wasn’t going to take any chances.

I pasted a nervous smile onto my face and pulled my arm back towards me, my motions doing nothing to break his grip as I shook my head, “Oh no. Thank you, but I’ll be fine going home on my own.”

He stared at me, almost like he was surprised by my words before he let out a harsh sounding laugh, “Nah, there are a lot of criminals out and about right now. A lil shrimpy like you might get in a world of trouble on your own.”

And just like that, he shot down my polite refusal as he stood, hauling me to my feet with him as he turned and took off down the street. All but dragging me along behind him as I stumbled along, “I’ll getcha back home safe and sound, though. But-”

He paused, his long stride coming to a stop as he suddenly tugged on my arm, pulling me up alongside him so he could grin down at me. Sharp teeth perfectly on display as I swallowed thickly, bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.

“You gotta keep it a secret from your boss, ‘Kay~?” His tone was oddly sing-songy, and I felt myself distantly nod before I immediately frowned at myself. Because I wasn’t about to agree to letting this man walk me home. Even if he had caught me wholly off-guard.

But before I could hardly object, he took off down the street, somehow knowing the exact direction to head in as I stumbled after him. But after a moment, his long-legged pace slowed so that I could keep up as he glanced down at me.

“Jade’ll be mad if he finds out I walked you home, so this’ll be our secret~” I blinked at him in utter wary confusion as he held up one long finger to his mouth and winked at me.

Because was this man, bleeding though he was, really the criminal that everyone had been gossiping about? He certainly seemed…. Odd. But despite my initial panic, he hardly seemed as horrifying as the rumors made him sound.

He was, however, still suspicious.

I felt myself distantly nod even as I eyed him warily, “Right…. But how do you know the way to my house and that I work for Jade?”

If anything, his grin spread across his face, “I remembered it. You had to put your address on your paper when you applied to be his receptionist. Remember?”

If I could have frozen in place, I would’ve, but instead the man just kept pulling me along with him as he started humming. His jaunty tune wholly at odds with my chilled thoughts.

Because his words had one painfully obvious meaning. That he’d seen the paperwork for everyone who’d applied for my job. Which meant he definitely had some sort of connection to Jade.

It appeared there really was more to Jade than I’d realized, even despite my suspicions.

[t0rturedangel]

hiii!!! i'm the same person who sent the ask regarding jekyll and i LOVED it! im honored to be the first asker and i might fill more - so if it's alright, may i request jekyll and/or hyde with an innocent yet motherly!darling who worries for their wellbeing, even going as far as gently scolding them and making them feel relaxed every once in a while.

take your time and take care!! xoxo

╭ . . . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ੭

𝐃𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋 / 𝐌𝐑. 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ♰ ৎ﹕𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯 (𝘩𝘤𝘴)

YAYYY ANOTHER JEKYLL & HYDE REQUEST, I'm honestly in love with the book and game so I'm sooooo happy you came and requested more!! :D I hope you like this

𝘩𝘤𝘴 ~ 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

✧⠀⨾ Despite never saying it, Jekyll adores you and values you a lot- like more than he cares for Utterson and Lanyon- and thats saying a lot since he knows the two very close

✧⠀⨾ he loves it whenever you visit, because you take the time out of your day to make sure he is doing well, even helping the servants make some tea for him and clean up a bit after- for some reason Jekyll loves your tea more than anyone else's, you make it so perfectly

✧⠀⨾ he also tends to try and not cause as many mistakes as he usually would while you're there- whether it be via experiments that he maybe burnt himself with or just casually bumping into things, you'll always be at his side right after and be scolding him while patching him up as well

Currently, you were sitting by the side of Jekyll- who has managed to mix up the wrong amount of chemicals needed for one of his recent experiments which caused it to overflow and accidently got on his hand- which burned... a lot. ❝ how could you be so careless Jekyll? look you've hurt yourself again.... Please be more careful around your chemicals, you know first hand how dangerous they can be! ❞ you patched Jekyll's hand up, holding with with delicacy which made it seem as if he'd break if you were careful enough which was true to an extent, Jekyll was feeling weaker lately- he's been more careless with himself and how he acted leading to this mess. However, he couldn't help himself from smiling at you with a fondness- you were always there for him, out of the kindness of your heart and that made him adore you more than anyone else could. You were truly a miracle to him

✧⠀⨾ Jekyll doesnt understand how he managed to meet you and befriend you, but he thanks god everyday for it.

✧⠀⨾ As a thank you, he always buys you gifts that he knows will make you overjoyed, he pays attention to what you like and dont like so when it comes to thank you's, you're never disappointed or sad

✧⠀⨾ All of his servants, cooks and Poole love you since you're sort of keeping their master together while also keeping them happy- whenever you visit they're always chatting with you about anything but this isnt about them

✧⠀⨾ Jekyll find your innocence adorable, and questions on if you are the completely moral person you make yourself out to be- or do you also indulge in your vices? do you have your own Hyde? though he'll never ask, no never, he just loves this perfect image of you- sweet moral you who wouldn't hurt anyone ever

𝘩𝘤𝘴 ~ 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

✧⠀⨾ the first time you met Hyde, it was probably an accident- Jekyll has though of something so horrid that Hyde couldn't help but take over, it was never Infront of you (Jekyll is so grateful for that you don't even realize)

✧⠀⨾ Though when Hyde did see you, all of his rage and anger suddenly just went away?? it left him so confused and almost made him angry and vicious again until you began to talk to him- normally??

✧⠀⨾ you weren't disgusted with him? you didn't find him hideous? you didnt run away, screaming in horror? no, you didnt do that, oddly enough you walked over to him- smiling happily, and introduced yourself leaving the creature so confused and baffled he almost completely ignored you (he didnt though- you were too intruging to him)

You smiled at Hyde, grinning from ear to ear as you held out a hand for him to take and shake. ❝ hello! I'm [name] it's so lovely to meet you ❞ you didnt run away, or looked at him grossed out which almost irked the monster but he stayed out of pure curiosity. ❝ I'm Hyde.❞ he replied almost coldly, though you didnt get angry with him- instead fascinated ❝ oh! yes i have heard of you- you're a good friend of my dear Jekyll's! i dont understand why everyone is so sacred of you ❞ you smiled even more- leaving Hyde to question you and your intentions, yet he made no move to hurt you. Everyone was shocked, sorry- correction- everyone outside, in the beauty of the moon was shocked to see Hyde, the murderer, the man who trampled a girl to near death, the one who smites women down for simply looking his way- walking down the street with the sweet little thing like you latched by his side, smiling from ear to ear as you chatted about something while Hyde listened. You has done the impossible, yet only you could do it

✧⠀⨾ he secretly love having you around, you're the only person who gives him the light of day at the minimum and at the maximum you care for him.

✧⠀⨾ once he returned to his home after getting into a fight with a man who was capable of fighting back- the man obviously was killed as Hyde had overpowered him with sheer brutality and died bleeding out, though he did manage to get a few hits on the deformed man (Hyde) leaving him bruised.

✧⠀⨾ you were waiting for him- happily with a knitted scarf for him (you felt bad for him as it was always cold in the night time of London and Hyde barely wore anything warm) but when you saw him, bruised and beaten you didnt even care about the scarf or how he even got hurt

✧⠀⨾ you sat there, much like how you were with jekyll, scolding him and patching him up carefully- despite him stating MULTIPLE times he can handle it and wont die.

✧⠀⨾ Much like Jekyll- Hyde questions your innocence but enjoys it none the less- the two of you acting as the opposites attract trope

✧⠀⨾ Overall, the two of them adore you so much- you're the sweetest and kindest person to the two of them and they're grateful, in their own ways (Jekyll buys you stuff and Hydes beats people up for you)

[addicted-to-dc]

Jekyll/Hyde Part 5 - Taskforce 141 x Reader

<Previous Chapter & Masterlist Link

Content Warnings: PTSD, Violence, descriptions of wounds, previous taskforce betrayal, angst, drugging, revelation of sexual assault. As always, if I’m missing tags do not hesitate to message me or post a comment. 1595 Word Count

Tags for those who encouraged me to write this (: @greeniegreengreen @aeilani  @poetslastdeath

Ghost has kept a visual on you since you were dismissed for the night. Your muscles ache from sitting around for an ungodly amount of hours, but the soreness won't stop you from finding what you came here for. 

The mission led to an outpost near the Russian/Ukrainian border, the same one you spent months recovering hidden in the musty basement. Laswell wouldn't trust anyone, keeping your survival so under wraps that your medical staff didn't have access to anything but the bare necessities. Just a barely alive soldier that survived going through a fucking blender.

A living corpse, one of the doctors had called you. It still feels fitting.

The pups trail after you like they usually do, but you need them to keep the Lieutenant off your ass. You have to do this alone, slowly approaching the familiar sight of four hallways meeting into an intersection. With a click of your tongue, you and the dogs separate. 

Muscle movement leads you to the stairway, the office-like door easily disguising its true face. Your key slides in perfectly, unlocking it with a twist of your wrist that sends pain up your arm. Gritting your teeth, you push on and enter. The automatic lock engages once the door closes, and you descend into the abyss.

Each step is weighted, lead-filled limbs slowing your descent. The echoes penetrate your mind, the sound bringing back too many memories. The quick descent of staff rushing to stabilize. Others run up despite their lungs begging for breath.

Taking in a deep breath, you smell the change in air. Damp and pungent, reeking of compromised concrete and cut corners. You let the darkness wrap around you, leaving most of the lights off until you finally reach it-

Flicking on the farthest light, THE filing cabinet jumps out of the dark. You don't know what to expect, too many unknowns quickly careening into chaotic assumptions that all lead to the same question: How did you survive? 

Sucking in a breath, you push forward and unlock the drawers. Shaky hands pull open the first. Nothing. The same goes for the second. The third opens to reveal a singular, hefty, file. Blinking the unwanted tears away, you grab it and sit at an open desk. It's just paper and ink. It is, but what will it say? The file can't be the answer to all of your questions, but it's a start. You open it.  Your tears fall once you see the choppy medical report at the top. 

Near-fatal trauma to the head, installation of metal plating, or similar in progress at the time of report. Five gunshot wounds, all dressed correctly by the patient. Handled by staff. Broken bones, scarring, superficial wounds... 

Then the drug screening. Your tears blur your vision. No, no, no nononononono.

The patient’s uncommon brain chemistry and hormone levels are likely the result of heavy doses of aphrodisiacs for an unknown segment of time. The medication provided by the investigation corroborates this-

The paper crumples under the force of your hands, the chair screaming against the floor as you back away from the words. The floor gives out, the biting cold of the concrete doing little to ground you. Rage shakes your entire form, the cold only adding to it as the filing cabinet slams onto the ground.

Metal slams against metal as the chair soars into the cabinet, the plastic seat shattering on impact. Your skin splits open with red ichor flowing out. It jolts down your knuckles with each heavy breath you force out of your lungs. Black dots threaten to obscure your vision, but it only tunnels. 

The world falls away as your lungs burn from your screams, but you can’t hear them. Not when you can still feel Dane’s hands on you. Warm and loving touches followed by words of support, of wanting a family with you, vowing to be by your side on and off the field. 

How long were you drugged? When did this all start? How could you be so stupid, careless? You pour through every memory you can, peeling back the rose-colored lens until you see everything properly for the first time. It’s so clear now. 

When did Dane begin bringing you food? How many times has your team fetched your drinks? His fingers sink in deeper, your muscles twitching in reaction to the phantom pain. How did he go from co-worker to lover? Too fuzzy, too out of reach when his hands blind your eyes.

All the digging questions, getting nervous when you reached out to allies behind his back. Distracting you. Making you more reliant on the team until it became second nature. A habit that he curated until you did all the work for him.

Sucking in a breath, you recalibrate and take in your surroundings. Ghost is by the desk, all papers scattered and scanned through. Fuck. Fuck. You couldn’t even make it past the first two fucking pages.

“You couldn’t have known,” Ghost utters, his eyes drifting from the file to you. “Did every dirty trick in the book and they still failed.”

Bile churns in your stomach, nothing but disgust polluting your thoughts. His hands. His hands are everywhere. A comforting warmth that now burns through you like lava. You’d rather deal with the burning pain of heated metal than this. Drugged to act like a bitch in heat, keeping you stupid with false love and lust.

“They did enough, Simon,” you choke out, your throat raw and aching. How long were you screaming?

He’s on you before you realize it, gloved hands dragging you from the ground. Your hands claw at his, trying to break from his grasp as the dogs bark.

You land on the desk, eyes wide as he digs around your pockets until he finds your photo. He takes your knife and takes his time slicing out each person with precision. 

The sisters flutter to the ground first, easily forgotten as he moves on to August who meets the same fate. The worn paper disappears from view until Dane meets his end in the trash. The remaining photo, just you and the dogs,  is gently returned to its resting place. The knife slides back into its sheath without resistance.

Simon Riley is a confusing man, one of a kind that prevents you from coming up with anything tangible to compare him to. An abyss, that’s all you see in his eyes. The very same one that stares back at you in the mirror, yearning to consume what little humanity you have left. 

“Y’know my name. Wanted me, did you?” He teased, invading your space even more. His hand, ungloved, pulls you closer. 

“Wanted th’ best,” you mutter, sagging against the wall. “Price got you before I could.”

“Laswell kept her trap shut about tha’.”

You close your eyes, leaning into the warmth of his hand and finally letting the tears fall unrestricted. Your hands grab his arm, needing some form of control even now. You open your eyes as his other hand drags across ancient injuries.

The patch of hair on your scalp that refuses to fully grow back after Urszula. The divot on the side of your skull where your metal plate resides. Your incomplete ear, eviscerated by Dane’s bullet. Scarred bites on your hands and arms from K9 training. Too much war carved into your flesh, a constant reminder you will never escape. Each touch met with a flinch.

You haven’t let someone touch you like this in so long.

Simon stares at you for a few moments, then he wanders to the door. The lights are getting to you again, his voice no longer distracting you from the screaming bulbs. Your hands shoot up to cover your ears, the papers wrinkling under your legs as you curl in on yourself. They’re going to send you away, you know it. No matter the experience, no matter how decorated you are, you’re going to end up forgotten and-

The lights flick off, killing the screaming and leaving you in darkness. You can see his silhouette approach, getting closer and closer until he’s in front of you again. Consumed by his mass. There’s a rustling of fabric, then it’s in your hand. You run your fingers along the breathable fabric of a balaclava. Then you feel something sewn into it, digging your fingers into the eye holes of a mask. 

“Ruse chewed up your bag,” Simon mutters, guiding your hand to feel the rest of the mask. “Gaz found it. Johnny fixed it up for you.”

Your mask. He guides your fingers along the open mouthpiece, the jagged edges replaced with a smooth texture. 

“‘S not finished, needs paint,” Simon continues, remaining silent when your tears hit his skin. “He removed some features, had to change it, but kept most of its charm. He kept bitching about the sanding. Passed it off to Gaz when his hands started cramping.”

“How long have I been down here?” you ask him, hands squeezing the fabric.

“Nearly half a day,” he responds, helping you down.  He steadies you when you wobble. “C’mon, let’s get some grub in ya. Price has some news.”

He guides you to the door, opening it to reveal Sunshine and Mohawk, no, Gaz and Johnny, resting at the bottom of the stairs with Price above them. The captain gives you a knowing look. 

What did he say in the forest? He’ll take care of you. They all will. You’re starting to believe him… and it fucking terrifies you.

(Next Chapter in Progress)

[fishyvamp]

Hyde!reader 18+ MDNI (Public sex; a monstrous reader dominating Ghostface )

Okay hear me out, right now I've been keeping Hyde!Reader as just someone who's a larger and buffer human, but what if you had four large tree trunk-like arms. One hand pinning Ghostface's hands above his head, another wrapped around his throat while the last two hold his hips in pace as you grind into him. The poor killer decided to throw his mask into the ring for a 2v8 and got paired with you.

This was fine, as killers you both got along fine, especially with your little arrangement you have going on. Your imposing nature already dominating the trial, survivors fleeing in terror whenever you came near. The other killer however was taking pot shots at your ego everytime you missed, taunting you one too many times saying he'd happily have your guts stain his knife. Leaving you crawling on the floor just perfect for him to take advantage of. That he was clearly the better killer because he never missed.

You couldn't let that comment slide, not now, not while you're like this. leading you to this moment Ghostface pressed against the tree hands pinned in place your large monsterous form pressed against his back. "Come on killer, didn't you say you were the best? I thought the best could get out of this?" He shivers feeling your breath hot against his ear. You threw his mask somewhere, he didn't know where, but the gens had stalled.

Every now and again he could see flashes of them wandering around confused. no doubt the survivors were getting curious about where you were. Probably nervous too thinking you both were up to no good. "Bet you wish they'd find us? We're out here in the open." He whines feeling his leaking cock pressing hard against the confines of his pants. Body tense as all he has to grind his erection against is the rough bark of the tree.

Ghostface's face, exposed for anyone to see, look at him the scary stalker is just a human. No one terrifying, no one to fear. just look at how pathetic he looks, drooling like a slut just for you. "Bet you want me to fuck your useless hole right now..." the words dripped with malice and he couldn't deny the excitement he felt wanting you to take him here and now. "please." he whines pressing hard into you. "good boy," you purr teeth scratching at the crook of his neck.

[juneberrie]

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A DITZY!PARTNER

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

she's 15 days old

she's also kind of ditzy

its okay!! you guys can figure things out together

and by together i mean that 99% of the time she's gonna ask clawdeen

CLEO DE NILE

sometimes she gets kind of annoyed but its like an eye roll and explain kind of annoyed

a long sigh and she's like "okay so"

she loves you though!!

if anyone else tries to get annoyed by your ditziness she's going to [get someone else to] beat them up

DRACULAURA

another ditzy girl!!!

she's such a sweetheart she'll be like "oh no its okay!! i think its..."

she'll try to explain but then get fed up and ask frankie, who asks clawdeen

CLAWD WOLF

he's kind of like deuce and clawdeen

he's pretty chill about it but he'll get really protective on occasion

type of guy to always have an arm around you or something like that ESPECIALLY if you're somewhere crowded

kind of bad at explaining things but he'd try his best before he gives up and asks clawdeen

CLAWDEEN WOLF

oh she adores you

her best friends are also kind of ditzy so she's used to it

ask her to explain anything and she probably has a preprepared explanation bc 9 times out of 10 drac or frankie have already asked

will absolutely tear anyone to pieces if they make any negative comments about you

she does NOT hold back in arguments its so funny

DEUCE GORGON

he's totally chill about it

he's not a genius but he's not heath levels of stupid

he's definitely the smartest one in his friend group

if you ask him to explain something he'd be like "oh yeah that, um i think it's [xyz]"

def the kind of guy to defend you (let's be real all of the ghouls are but him esp)

HEATH BURNS

y'all are two peas in a pod

well. you're ditzy and he's.... heath (read: stupid)

you could ask him what color the sky is and he'd say "purple" so confidently

actually don't even bother asking him anything tbh

if you did ask he'd be like "hold on <3 CLAWD." and asks him

JACKSON JEKYLL

he's not ditzy but he's ridiculously awkward so he kind of knows how you feel

i genuinely can't think of anything else for him im so sorry

HOLT HYDE

does not care 🙏

he'd probably be like "i dont get it either lmao"

would google it though or ask someone who [he thinks] knows

he's basically like heath (except he doesn't set himself on fire every 3 minutes)

LAGOONA BLUE

she's perf for you

if you ask her anything she'd be like "oh its alright, love, its..."

she's such a sweetheart

if anyone tried to make fun of you she's immediately like "hey no we're not gonna do that" and chews them out <3

[perplexingly]

just wanted to drop by and say I am very much enjoying you liveblogging your experience reading narcissus and goldmund. it's one of my favourite books of all time and I re-read it earlier this year, and to see someone experience it for the first time like this is great. I hope you enjoy the absolute rollercoaster the rest of this book is! (btw, the book is even better on subsequent re-reads. if you enjoy it enough to come back to it, I 100% recommend)

haha I'm glad you're enjoying it :D I'm also enjoying the book a lot, I'm halfway through and I can say I did NOT expect some of the places it started going to, at all, in fact the way the first chapters were written in an almost essay-like fashion, I thought the entire book will be something similar to Plato's Dialogues, where the issue of the duality of man will be discussed and presented from different points of view but not that narratively much will change.

I was very wrong hahaha, at this point I cannot comprehend where the story will take me

[mh-midnight-wanderer]

So I was thinking about Monster High 2022 cartoon showrunner Shea Fortana responded on Instagram while making the show in which G1 characters will be integrated and there is a handful of characters MH franchise team doesn't want to introduce to a new generation.

So I made a list...

Also, I'd like to point out that I could be 100% wrong. I don't work for Mattel and it's just pure speculation from me.

The first two tiers explain itself: Characters that appear in the show. Main characters that already have dolls and those who don't have dolls yet.

The "Cameo" tier: Probably Operetta will appear next year with Jinafire, Skelita, etc.

The "Unknown status" tier is debatable. In the case of MH live-action movie uses the character Jackson / Holt to make Mr. Komos. Who knows if they are going to use these characters later on.

The "Ties with other franchise" Tier: I don't know if C.A Cupid will never return because Ever After High.

The "Controversial ones" Tier: Isi, Gigi Grant, Whisp, Hoodude, & Jane ties in with sensitivity issues of their own culture.

I didn't know that Kjersti is based on a real person who caused controversy with Mattel because Becky's wheelchair doll couldn't fit in Barbie's Dreamhouse.

And the last tier: Are characters have bland designs that would be difficult to sell. Except for Wydowna but probably won't sell well because cost of molding and designing clothing specific for her. Most likely higher up thinks she's too scary for kids.

I know there more characters that have potential like Johnny Spirit, Seth Ptolemy, Spelldon Cauldronello

Like I said in my previous post. The problem with G1 is that a new MH doll line must include 3 or 4 new characters. And some of them don't even go to Monster High. Chances are getting less screen time or don't get development.

This is understandable for the business side of things that most popular characters will be introduced first and see which ones need redesign like Lagoona, Ghoulia, etc.

At the end of the day. Monster High cartoon is like any other show to promote toys.

If the Monster High 2022 show ended. The MH fanbase will live and stay here: creating fanarts, fanfictions, or even custom dolls of your favorite character.

[lalasworld2x]

Taking Care of Hyde…

You sat in the living room by the fire place, unable to sleep. It was a dark and cold night in Soho. You fixed yourself a cup of tea by candle light and sipped on it sparingly.

Every ten minutes, you wrapped the throw blanket around yourself tighter. The couch was growing more and more comfortable and it seemed as though you might be sleeping there for the night.

That was until rapid banging pounded at your front door. You shot up instantly and stared in horror, not knowing whether it was a safe idea to answer or not. Heavy breathing came from the other side, but no voices.

Slowly and quietly, you stood from the couch, gently logging off the blanket from your shoulders as to not make a heavy-fabric-dropping sound. You crept closer and closer…

“Y/N..? Are you home?” a husky voice called helplessly. A very recognisable husky voice.

Immediately all was okay. It was your lover, Edward. You rushed to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open for Edward to come stumbling in. He had been attacked.

You gasped, stepping back. He was hunched over and gripping the side of his torso in anguish, grunting and groaning. Blood had soaked his waist coat and was dripping down through his trousers.

You slammed the door shut and pulled out a chair for him to fall into at the dining table. Your house was quite small so it didn’t take a great effort to move around. He babbled about how much he’s missed you and how much he loves you as you rushed around the kitchen to light up a new, bigger candle. Immediately after that was done, you grabbed a large bundle of bandages from the top cupboard in your kitchen. The whole time, his head was swinging around to watch you and talk to you, but you only gave half-assed responses out of stress.

You kneeled by his side and eased him to lean forward, undoing his waist coat and dress shirt. He complained about a light head and a dry throat. “Just a moment, love. I’m getting there…” you spoke gently as you tightly wrapped the bandage around his waist. The stab wound was not large, but quite a bit of blood was lost.

“How on Earth did this even happen, Ed?” you scolded. He chuckled, flashing a cruel smile that told you you really didn’t want to know the answer. Finally you secured the bandage around his side, cheekily putting pressure on his wound for just a second to watch him howl and spit.

You grabbed a cup and filled it with cold water, handing it to him as he hugged himself. The night was still very much freezing, reminding you of that delicious throw blanket still awaiting you on the couch. He gulped the water down in seconds, slamming the cup in the dining table and running his sharp nails through his unruly hair.

Finally you had a moment to relax your minds, basking in each other’s company. You crouched beside him with your hand on his knee and his hand clasping your own. You stared into each other’s dark eyes for what felt like a life time.

Somehow that new candle was burning faster than you expected, likely a sign to turn in for slumber. You helped him stand to his wobbly feet and stumble over to the fire place and couch. Instead, he opted to sit on the floor. His tastes have always been unusual, but that’s what you love about Hyde. You sat with your back leaning against the couch and his head in your lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

He purred like a feline as you massaged his scalp. His skinned perked as you ran your nails along his neck and back. The both of you sat like that for maybe 15 minutes (it’s hard to tell when you’re together) before Edward sat up and stared into your eyes. He grinned calmly, and you smiled back softly. Something gave you the sinking feeling that he was about to… Pounce!

He tackled you to the floor, groaning only slightly in discomfort, attacked your neck with kiss after kiss. You laughed and giggled, trying to push him off. He rolled across the floor with you embraced in his arms, a comforting warmth bringing euphoria to your mind. “You’re a fool, Ed!”

“Only for you, my love,” he planted a hearty kiss on your lips before finally resting his head on your chest.

The both of you fell asleep like that, laying by the crackling fire place with his arms cradling you in a heavenly embrace.

The next morning, you woke up to the broad chest of Henry Jekyll. You sat up, seeing that his pants finally fit him and weren’t dragging along the floor like the did for Edward. It always made you laugh seeing Ed wearing Henry’s clothes, seeing as they’re way too big for him.

Henry grumbled as he woke up, rubbing his eyes and shielding his face from the pouring-in sunlight like a vampire. He sat up and turned to look at you, his eyes smiling. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome,” you chuckled, wiping loose bits of hair out of his face. “I got a lovely visit from a certain someone last night. Any explaining you’d like to do on his behalf?”

He sighed, hiding his face in his hands. This was definitely not the first, or the last!, time this would happen.

Buttttt you love them for it.

~~~~~~~~~~~

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