He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. "Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself. You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for. But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word. Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer. His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice. Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know. "Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me. ___ Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters. She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same. So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.

Why are you so full of rage? Because you are so full of grief. "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Stiles Stilinski x Fem!OC Teen Wolf Seasons 1 - 6 © flayedcrank

(𝘯.) 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝟭-𝟯 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲

Isaac Night x OC, in highschool, and S2 wednesday

"𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓽" Ester Frump, the younger sister of Morticia Addams and Ophelia Frump. She was always close to her 2 older sisters. While attending Nevermore, she meets a boy one night, a boy whose intelligence overshadowed others, a boy that was a star student in every class he took. After a horrible incident, he was the school's urban legend, a tale, a story that still saddens Ester till this day. What if the stories were true? And how did it led up to this? "𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾?" "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓔𝓼𝓽..." Pre - Wednesday: ✔️ Wednesday Season 2 : TBC

[completed] • she wasn't supposed to breathe. she wasn't supposed to feel. but in the quiet of isaac's creation, life stirred where there should have been nothing, soft skin, fragile warmth, a heartbeat that answered his own. she was a miracle born of obsession, a girl made from shadows and longing, tethered to a world that never asked for her. and now, every moment she exists, isaac has to wonder, did he create love... or did he create his own ruin? © lils 2025

She's built her life on control, on distance, on never letting anyone close enough to see the cracks that came with her immortality. He's the boy with cold metal where his heart should be, all sharp edges and unreadable eyes, who plays God and cheats death. She tells herself she can resist him. That his silence, his scrutiny, his fascination mean nothing to her and will mean nothing when he's gone. But Isaac Night is a gravity she can't escape-unsettling, relentless, and impossibly magnetic. And as his presence begins to unravel her carefully constructed detachment, she has to face a darker reality that falling in love leads to her ruin. WARNING, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING: spoilers for Wednesday season 2, horror/dark romance, lowkey dead dove at some parts, toxic relationships/behavior, angst, death, gore, cannibalism(?), graphic situations, swearing, smut, depictions of mental health, mentions/depictions of abuse, and possibly more, i dont do warnings for chapters unless on tumblr I am vendetta0girl on tumblr and iiVantablackii on ao3 (with another user on that site stealing my work smh), I have yet to upload to wattpad yet I lowkey forgot this existed so here we go I'll upload all current parts I have out

*Editing* Valentine Addams share some characteristics as her sister Wednesday but she was more accepting to some things. When she gets sent to Nevermore earlier than her sister, she starts to realize she's finally found a place that feels like a second home and family with new friends... but of course not everything can go smoothly. (A/N: Might need some editing again since some things still slip past me)

A toxic Tyler Galpin Story of Obsession. ||| Deyanira Serrano has always been haunted-by her past, by her powers, and by the monster inside her. Born a Wendigo, cursed with the ability to touch a person's deepest fear and weaponize it, she has spent her life in exile. At Nevermore Academy, among vampires, sirens, and werewolves, she should finally belong. Instead, her hunger and the whispers of her curse keep her at the edge of every circle, alone. Until she meets him. Tyler Galpin. The boy from Jericho with storm-coloured eyes and a smile that makes her forget how to breathe. He's human-soft, warm, everything she isn't. But every time Deyanira draws near, something inside her claws to the surface, restless and ravenous. What she doesn't know is that Tyler harbours a darkness of his own, one that mirrors the beast she fights to control. The Hyde is waking. And it wants her. Drawn together by a connection that feels both inevitable and forbidden, Deyanira and Tyler circle each other like flame and kindling. His presence stirs a fragile hope she thought she'd buried. But as strange accidents and targeted murders follow her every move, Deyanira realises their bond may be more than dangerous-it may be fatal. Because in a place where monsters walk in daylight and secrets rot beneath the surface, love isn't just a risk. It's a weapon. And she needs to decide if she's going to use it.

For Wednesday Addams, the only thing more agonizing than human emotion is a persistent partner. But when she is thrust into the ancestral dorm room with Rosaline-a painfully vibrant Italian psychic whose passions run from vintage guitars to Formula 1 racing-Wednesday's meticulously ordered world of apathy begins to decay. Rosaline is relentless sunshine; Wednesday is cold, perpetual midnight. She's the loyalty he despises; he's the danger she can't resist. Forced to navigate the escalating Hyde murders, a town obsessed with colonial denial, and the horrifying visions tied to their Addams ancestor, Goody, Wednesday must rely on the one person whose warmth might thaw his cold, dead heart-or incinerate it completely. Between deciphering cryptic family secrets in the decaying Cobham Woods and resisting the possessive sting of jealousy whenever Rosaline is called "Rose" by the local competition (Xavier and Tyler), Wednesday finds himself fighting not just a monster, but the unfamiliar, agonizing urge to protect his roommate above all else. She is his anchor. He is her dangerous obsession.