#hyde x reader

With an interested expression, you stared out of the window. Narrowing your eyes upon the hills. Searching for something that you knew might lurk in the shadows. A Hyde.

The car followed the curve. Nevermore academy glooming in the distance. Castle rising from behind the hills. Yet the car took a different turn. Further away to a place hidden in the woods. Rotwood cottage. The sign read. The tires crackled over the gravely driveway. Your chauffeur hurrying out to open the door for you.

Holding his arm out as you grabbed onto it. Gracefully stepping out. Taking a deep breath at the fresh air. With two snaps of your fingers the chauffeur hurried to the trunk, taking out your luggage. Walking up the pavement to the door, you knocked on the door.

The door opened creakingly, greeted by emptiness. Till you automatically looked down. “Evening Thing.”  You spoke with a smile. Thing moved all his fingers up in shock. Shaking a bit till he turned. Finger tips running over the flooring back inside. You lingered at the front door, staring down at the entrance. Bringing your foot just close enough till where you could get before sensing the invisible stop.

For a vampire needed an invite into a home. The door opened more, welcomed by your cheerful father. “Y/n! Mi pequeño murciélago.” He tightly wrapped his arms around his little bat. Lifting you up from the air and doing a little turn with you. “Mi amore! Come see who is at the door.” He called out, setting you back down.

Unable to let go of your hand as he keep patting it with a smirk. From behind your father appeared your mother with a loud gasp. “Hello mother.” You spoke. Morticia let out a soft squeal, opening her arms to you. Leaving a tender kiss on your forehead. “We thought you were still in Transylvania. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” she asked curiously.

“Come in, come in my fanged murciélago.” Gomez tugged on your hand, bringing you over the entrance. The previous blockage faded. On one of the cabinets stood Thing. You shook one of his fingers whilst passing. Your parents leading you to the fire place. Gomez sat you down, joining you. Your mother coming to the other side.

“My dark cloud what brings you to Jericho?” Morticia was curious about for you rarely visited home after you had gone to school in Romania. You took the tinted sunglasses off for the sun had settled well enough now.  “Problems of a Hyde reached my ears.” You responded. Morticia and Gomez shared briefly a glance.

“I couldn’t miss out on the fun could I now?” A smirk curling up in the corner of your lips. Gomez chuckled humorously. “That’s my little corpse.” Patting your hand lovingly. Morticia took your hands, turning you more towards her. “I am deeply thrilled you are here Y/n but do not underestimate a Hyde.” She made clear. You looked over your shoulder to your father. He winked back at you, thrilled to have you here.

The next morning, early in the morning. You went to Nevermore academy. Holding a little lace black umbrella for the upcoming sun. Accompanied by Thing, you strutted into the school. Many eyes going your way. Whispering your way. A young boy that was coming your way, froze instantly. Panicked and darted into the bushes to be out of your way.

It made you curl up a tiny smile. Another Addams? Reached your mind, making you charge directly to where it came from. A blonde girl with colours in her hair and a jock type boy. You immediately caught a whiff of pups. “Yes, I am.” You responded. The blonde girl stuttered a bit and gawked at you. “How… how…?” she asked, looking frantically around. “I can read minds.” You simply told her, looking down at her.

She laughed sheepishly, perhaps not wanting it to be a reality. “No way.” Was her response. Your eyes flashed white, staring intensely back at her. Yes way. You let your voice roam her mind. The girl yelped at the sudden intrusion within her thoughts. This… this isn’t really happening. A panic washing over. It is really happening. You answered in her mind. Quirking your eyebrow up at what you were digging up in her mind.

The girl sensing her secrets could not keep sealed to you. Think of something else… think of a colour… pink. She spoke panicky to herself, not wanting to think about something secretive. Pink. You replied tilting your head a bit. The girl let out a frightening gasp. Who… who are you? The question swirling her mind. Y/n, who are you? You questioned with a soft smirk. The girl squealed soft. You broke the connection, your eyes normal once more. Leaning a bit closer to her, you grinned. “Hello Enid.”  

Enid called it out soft, clamping onto the boy next to her. Chuckling humorously, it was always a thrill to taunt people with that trick. “I see you are back from the night, sister.” Straightening your posture, you turned around.  “Wednesday.” You announced with a chill in your voice. “What brings you crawling to Jericho. Kicked out of your school?” She spoke with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“Hyde-seeing.” You answered with a smile, revealing a bit of your fangs to her. “Wednesday… who is she?” Enid asked curiously, but perhaps deep down already knowing the answer. For with your black attire, you were easily fitting amongst them. “My disaster tourist of a sister.” Wednesday responded without a glance away from you.

“Those are the best kind of tourists, sister.” Your response quick and sharp. “Y/n!” Another voice caught your attention. Making you turn on your heel. Slightly lowering the parasol. Before you could fully open your arms, Pugsley had surprised you with a hug. “You’re here!” he exclaimed. Wednesday rolled her eyes at Pugsley’s affinity with you.

Pugsley took a step back, but remained at your side. Grinning with happiness for seeing his sister again. Wednesday stared with crossed arms at you. “Your run-ins with the Hyde are quite something.” You addressed your sister. “How do you know about Tyler?” Wednesday answered with a cold stare.

For she recollected never sending you letters. You took out your sunglasses for the sun was getting higher. You rather wished this conversation was at night for you were a nocturnal one. Simply smiling at her to figure it out for herself. “Uncle Fester.” She mumbled under her breath. Spinning on your heel, you took off.

Leaving a trail of buckling knees around you. All trembling after seeing your little incident with Enid. Pugsley happily following you. “Are you really going to search for the Hyde?” he asked. “One must know what she is dealing with before striking a bite.” You responded, ruffling your fingers through his hair.

Looking for a Hyde was starting to get a bit more complicated than you imagined. Sipping on blood through a straw, you walked around the woods. Walking under a half moon feeling the liveliest.  Wind toying with your hair. You stopped, focusing your hearing on twigs snapping. The sound enhanced as you could easily tell from how far it was.

Drinking loudly from your cup, you continued your step. Hearing more twigs snap underneath a booth a few moments later. Making you curl up a smile. You had a follower. A stalker. Unbothered you went on, anticipating the moment of surprise. Heavy breathing reached your ears. Definitely male. A steady heart beat that seemed to slightly intensify.

After a while the breaths became heavy pants. Sturdy stomps on earth as you slowly turned around. Barely looking surprised up at the Hyde before you. Panting loudly, saliva dripping down his teeth. “Tyler.” You spoke, staring into the Hyde’s eyes. It growled your way and slashed your cup out of your hands. The remaining blood inside seeping into the soil.

Leaning a bit closer, you saw yourself grow larger in the glossiness of his eyes. “You are most beautiful.” Outing with fascination. The Hyde genuinely seemed to be taken back by your sudden compliment.

You approached him, reaching for his arms. Clasping your hand around his muscles, taking in his glory. “Upmost beautiful.” Adding with a smile upon this deadly creature. Seeing beauty in the monstrosity.

The Hyde moved his hand up, making you break contact. Staring into your eyes, he suddenly broke contact. Turning around and taking off. Running and bumping against trees as it slowly regained his formal appearance.

Tyler gaped loud, grabbing a tree. Panting loudly as he felt the last of the Hyde’s rage leave his body. Weakly he dropped to his knees, grabbing for his heart. For whatever magic you were working, he felt intrigued. More than usual.

For he had been watching you for a while now. Wondering who the newly arriving Addams member was. An unusual girl more his age. The intention of ripping you open and deliver you on a platter to Wednesday fading away. For numerous times he had begun stalking you.

Getting to learn more about your habits and routes till he found the perfect opportunity to end your life. Grunting loud with a turn of his head, he felt little for that. Walking unsteadily he fled into the night. Night and day breaking his head open about you.

Tyler watched from between the trees. Maintaining a distance yet fighting the urge within himself to get closer. Glaring intensely at the crowd you were with. The nightshades along with Enid. He watched you stop, slightly turn your head in his direction.

Making him hide more behind a tree. Panting loudly as he suddenly heard your voice in his mind. Looking confusingly around. Lurking in the shadows? Tyler set his hand on the tree, peeking around it once again at you. Seeing how your eyes had a white shade over them.

Barely paying attention to your voice in his mind, he focused on the hand approaching your shoulder. Panting loudly with anger. Feeling like he would go off any second. “Y/n, you okay?” he heard the boy say.

The hand barely settled on your shoulder as Tyler had lost his senses. Quick and having the advantage of surprise, he had taken the boy. Swinging him over his shoulder, away from you. You lost contact with your mind-reading, eyes settling back to normal.

“Tyler!” Wednesday spoke as the others hid behind her. Tyler barely gave Wednesday a glance as he turned towards you. He forcefully grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you closer to him. Tilting his head a bit, he took a deep breath by your neck. Taking in your senses that drove him crazy.

Wednesday quirked her eyebrow at that. Enid yelping soft. “Next time I’ll break his skin.” Tyler spoke in your ear with a hungry jealousy. “I see you’ve met my sister.” Wednesday announced with a stare. Tyler gave her a brief glance that she did not recognize within him. Tyler breathed intensely against your neck and jawline. Restraining himself for he wanted your kiss like an ocean needs a breeze. Consumed and baptised by your presence.

“Am… am I going mental or is Tyler crazy about your sister?” Enid questioned. “Enough.” Ajax called out in a fury. He took some furious steps towards Tyler, pulling his hood off. Only you had anticipated Ajax’s sudden move quicker than anyone. Grabbing Tyler, shoving him aside. Tyler tumbled to the ground as your eyes made eye contact with the snakes.

Freezing in a matter of seconds. “Nooo!” Tyler shouted loud, staring at your stone body. Balding his fist, he inhaled sharply. Body transforming as his anger had taken over. “Sh*t.” Ajax panicked upon the transforming Hyde. “Run!” Enid called out, already taking a run for it.

Bianca right behind her as she valued her life too much. Ajax went panickily after them, screaming it out. Wednesday remained. The Hyde growled loud at her, blowing her pigtails back. Raising his claw at her. “My sister will hate you if you do.” She simply outed remaining cool. Tyler slashed his claw down before her, tearing the grass.

He growled loud at her again before turning around. Moving one arm around your statue and taking it with him. Wednesday swallowing a bit, aware of the shift in Tyler’s view. For where she had always taken much space in his mind, were now his walls painted with you. Feelings weren’t her thing, but she couldn’t deny the ick it was giving her.

The Hyde caught his breath, slowing down. Seeking shelter by the cemetery. Hiding in one of the mausoleums. Setting you down and slowly transforming back to himself. “Look at what they’ve done to you.” He said brushing his knuckles down your stoned cheek. “My Y/n.” his voice a soft whisper. Feeding himself with revenge.

He guarded the mausoleum for the upcoming hours. Pacing around anxiously till you broke free from the stone. Your muscles tensed making you feel weak and drop through your knees. You’d for sure hit the ground if Tyler had not caught you. “You okay Y/n?” he asked trailing a knuckle down your cheek.

“That was meant for me.” He continued with some anger. “I know.” You responded tugging a bit on his shirt. “Next time I see him, he’s dead.” Feeling his muscles tense with anger. You shushed him, cupping his cheeks. Tyler exhaled pantingly against your palm, taking it to leave a small kiss on your palm.

“Don’t waste yourself over him, Tyler.” You responded. Tyler moved your hand higher up, kissing your wrist. “You sensed the monster in me.” He breathed out, holding your gaze. “We’re two black hearted-souls ready to pillage the world together.” His lips inching yours. Taking in a deep breath, you closed the gap between the two of you. Lips on lips, kissing tenderly. For all he wanted was to be loved by someone who saw his entire self.

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The woods were swollen with night, each tree stretching like a skeletal rib into a black sky where the moon leaked silver through the canopy in broken veins. Damp moss clung to your boots as you wandered without direction, mind gnawed hollow by thoughts that never left you, Tyler’s face and the twisted truth beneath it gnashing inside your skull.

He had smiled at you once in Weathervane, steam rising from his hand around a cup, eyes crinkling with warmth that seemed so unshakably human.

A boy, a normie, nothing dangerous.

You had believed him, despite the rumors and sense that anyone who looked at you too long in Nevermore’s halls always had something sharp behind their eyes and he’d told you, over and over, that your company mattered, that he liked having you there, even if you never bought more than a drink you barely touched.

Words tossed out like scraps, but for you they were gospel, something to clutch in the dark.

Until the truth cracked it all in half.

Your feet dragged over wet leaves, each sound too loud in the quiet, thoughts spiraling back and back, the shock of his monstrous form lodged like a blade in your chest. Trust was a carcass left to rot and still, you ached for him, mind sketching him out as though remembering a lover and not a monster.

Branches cracked like bones splitting under weight, the forest’s hush was broken by the whipcrack sound of something tearing through it at inhuman speed as your heart knifed up into your throat.

The sound of leaves devoured under claws, a snarl reverberated from the shadows, deep and guttural, making you nearly lose your legs beneath.

A nightmare in motion, tall and hunched with arms far too long, hands ending in claws slick with blood that wasn’t all his own. A pale body with veins bulging dark against skin and a grotesque face that was a mimicry of Tyler’s, eyes huge and mouth yawning with jagged teeth, saliva stretching between them.

Streaks of red slashed across its arms and chest, the aftermath of his escape from Willow Hill, wounds raw and oozing as if he had shredded his way free. It barreled toward you faster than thought, growling escalating into a roar and in a blink, monstrous fingers clamped around your throat.

The tree slammed your spine, bark digging into your skin, air torn out of your lungs with a strangled choke. His clawed grip squeezed, head dropping so close that those unholy eyes bore into you. They seethed and softened in the same instant, rage, hunger, grief and yearning all stacked in an inhuman depth you couldn’t name.

The grotesque form convulsed and shrank, bones snapping back with wet pops as the frame collapsed inward, sinew retracting, claws retracting into flesh that darkened from corpse-pale to human warmth.

Fingers shortened and thickened, became Tyler’s hands, warm but trembling, still curled on your throat but no longer crushing. The beast’s maw sealed shut, teeth retracting, snout flattening until his own lips, plush and familiar, were close enough to ghost against yours.

His body thinned into its tall, lean shape, Hyde’s gargantuan limbs melting back into long human muscle. What stood before you was Tyler, shirtless, eyes still wild and hair damp with sweat.

“I missed you,” he whispered, voice shredded but low with heat, desperate in its closeness. “Why didn’t you come? Why didn’t you visit me all that time they had me locked up?”

Your lips parted, fear bleeding into your face, something he hated to see but couldn’t look away from. Swallowing hard, words trembled out. “I couldn’t. You were a murderer. It was too much, Tyler… it still is.”

His jaw tightened, but when you stammered, “Are you here to capture me? So Thornhill can use me against Wednesday—” he cut you off sharp, fire in his tone.

“Thornhill’s dead, I killed her. I was done with her games and her treating me like some pet.” He leaned in closer, eyes flashing with dark pride. “I don’t give a damn where Wednesday is, or her furry friend—” he refused to say Enid’s name like it soured his tongue, “—I only wanted you.”

The words seared and you finally saw him, stripped bare and shirtless, trousers torn to ribbons from the transformation, clinging low on his hips.

His body was sculpted with taut lines of muscle, sweat-slick, marred with bullet grazes and punctures still angry and unhealed. When he shifted, hissing at the flare of pain, you saw the rawness of what he’d suffered, but still he pressed forward, lowering his face until his lips found your cheek.

The kiss was too gentle for the monster that had held you seconds ago, soft pressed against your skin like a memory reborn. You leaned into it despite yourself, heart thrashing as his mouth trailed hotter and needier, until he claimed your lips in a bruising, desperate kiss.

Hand buried in the back of your head, firm, while the other anchored at your waist, pulling you into his body, chest to chest, heat and hunger mixing in every movement.

“I need you,” he gasped against your lips, breath shuddering.

The words clawed through your memory, fragments of your research snapping together. Male Hydes needed an owner or they spiraled into destruction. And Tyler’s eyes showed it, frenzied and teetering on the edge. You couldn’t let him vanish, not when you had him again.

“I don’t want to lose you. I’ll do anything.” Voice breaking at the end, accepting your new role as his owner, the fear of anything awful happening to him overwhelming any fear you had until now.

His lips curved into a smile, soft but trembling with something darker. “I’ll protect you.” He whispered, almost reverent.

The kisses resumed, messier, suffused with love twisted into obsession. His hands roamed, sliding down your waist as he murmured, “Do you remember the Rave’N Dance? That night we ended up in your room? I think about it every day, keeping me sane in that place.” His hand pushed under your waistband, fingers curling around your cock with a possessive grip that made your breath hitch, body jerking forward into his palm.

With only the ability to nod, a broken sound left your mouth, cock already aching under his touch as he stroked, rough and unyielding but with a rhythm he remembered, that first night branded into his hands. “I—fuck, I think about it too,” you admitted, voice shaky, the confession torn out of your chest as his thumb dragged across your slit, smearing precum down your shaft.

Tyler’s mouth crashed against yours again, groan vibrating between you, body pressing closer, while he jerked you in his hand, each stroke faster and harder, pulling from memories the way you had trembled beneath him that first night, whispering that he loved you then just as much as now.

His tongue slid against your lips and then into your mouth, slow at first, curling and coaxing, then deeper, claiming you in wet strokes as if he had dreamed of nothing but tasting you. The kiss was suffocating and intoxicating, breath mixing with yours, moans spilling into him, muffled and swallowed as his hand never stopped working your cock. Each stroke forced more broken noises from your throat that he caught with his mouth, his tongue greedy, filling every sound with heat.

Then a guttural groan tore from his chest, vibrating against your lips. His hand slowed, grip faltering and you pulled back just enough to see the grimace on his face. His body tensed, wounds burning beneath the surface of his skin.

“Tyler,” you panted, eyes darting across the angry cuts and bullet grazes slashed across his torso. “Where did those come from?”

“Police. They shot me when I got out of Willow Hill.” He gritted his teeth, voice was low and in pain.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, breath still ragged. “You need to heal. Turn now.” The words left your lips with a force you didn’t realize you had and in that moment his eyes glazed with obedience.

A order that he obeyed immediately and his body bent to it as though it was written in his blood.

He stepped back, shoulders trembling, gaze locked on you like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to beg or devour.

The change came rapidly.

His spine bowed with a sickening crack as it stretched, arms elongated, muscles distorting and fingers bursting into claws pale and too long, nails glinting black. His face warped, jaw splitting wider, teeth unfurling into jagged rows, skin bleaching to a ghastly white, veins bulging thick and blue beneath the surface.

Eyes ballooning grotesquely, burning straight through you. What was left of his clothes shredded against his expanding frame, fabric hanging in bloody tatters as his body ripped itself into the Hyde you had seen before.

When it ended, he dropped onto all fours, claws sinking into the earth, hulking mass looming. That distorted head tilted low, close to you and a sound unlike anything human rumbled from his chest, a deep, guttural purr vibrating against your skin as his face pressed closer. Fear locked your muscles, breath caught between terror and the dizzying rush of emotion.

He was hideous, terrifying… and yours.

Tearing your gaze away just to glance around the trees, checking if anyone else could have seen.

That moment was all he needed.

One massive clawed hand pressed down on your back, firm enough to send you stumbling. The force pushes you to the ground, leaves crackling beneath your body. You froze, half in shock, half in a pulse of something darker thrumming low in your belly.

His claws tugged at your clothes, rough and precise at once, fabric shredding under each pull until your trousers ripped open. Fibers snapping that sent blood rushing straight to your cock. You should have said something to stop him, but didn’t shout anything, body betraying while throbbing, hard and needy as the Hyde loomed above.

A guttural snarl hissed above you, low and vibrating, laced with hunger.

His hips shifted and you felt his cock, barely clothed by torn scraps, rutting against your bare ass. The thick length dragged across you in heavy strokes, pre slicking through the shredded fabric, friction building with animalistic desperation.

Deep growls layered with needy whines rumbled in his chest, the voice of Tyler buried inside the beast but drowned in lust.

Your own cock throbbed painfully, aching against the ground and without even sanity to stop your actions, you turned your head enough to reach back. Your hand found his clothed bulge, the monster above emanated a low growl as he jumped your hand, heat burning through thin fabric while you fumbled clumsily until he was free. The monster’s cock sprang heavy and hot, smearing across your ass and before you could brace he thrust forward.

The first brutal push knocked air from your lungs, cock splitting you open without care, stretching you wide. Pain burned sharp, tears springing at the edges of your eyes, your nature as an outcast making it immediately blended with heat so intense it left you gasping.

His rhythm was savage, relentless, hips slamming forward again and again, claws scraping into the dirt beside your head, caging you in. Every thrust forced a cry from your throat, moans spilling raw and broken, swallowed by the forest’s dark silence.

“Tyler—” your voice fractured, his name shredded into sounds, but he only growled louder, hips pistoning harder. The Hyde fucked like a beast starved, cock plunging so deep you felt him in your guts, each stroke bruising and claiming. Leaves crumpled under your hands as you clawed for purchase, body trembling with each violent snap of his hips.

His monstrous purr deepened, vibrating against your spine as he bent closer, hot breath searing the back of your neck, claws dragging along your skin, not quite cutting but sharp enough to sting, reminders that the monster could shred you apart but instead chose to hold you down and fuck you, to love you in the only brutal way he could now.

Your clothed cock pressed into the dirt, dripping, grinding against the ground with every thrust until the friction drove you wild. Each pounding push made you clench tighter around him, made him snarl louder, the sound reverberating through the clearing.

Your sanity slipped, reduced to moans, cries and the wet slap of his body slamming into yours.

Thrust after thrust, claws curling at your sides, teeth gnashing above your shoulder as if he wanted to bite down but held back as if proving he belonged to you alone.

Your orgasm hit hard with no warning, cock spasming, cum spraying in hot ropes, soaking leaves beneath you, body clenched so tight around him that he roared, a monstrous, earsplitting sound and thrust deep, grinding into you as he spilled inside. His cock pulsed, thick heat flooding you, dripping out in heavy spurts as he pressed down, making sure you took every drop.

The Hyde’s growl softened into a rumble, purr returning as his hips slowed, still buried in, claiming you with the aftermath of his release and all you could do was lie there trembling, body wrecked, head dizzy with fear and twisted ecstasy, as the monster above you,your monster now, nuzzled against your back, breath hot and heavy, yours forever.

The Hyde shifted above you, monstrous frame still trembling from release, but the fury of his thrusts gave way to something far gentler. His claws, still slick from soil and torn fabric, eased their grip on the earth and slipped beneath you. Carefully, impossibly careful for a beast so grotesque and terrifying, he slid his hands under your body. Leaves clung to your hair, dirt streaked your skin, but to him you might as well have been the most fragile treasure. He lifted you, slow and deliberate, cradling you against his chest before pulling you fully into his arms.

You sagged weakly into his hold, body wrecked, eyes heavy-lidded and for a moment you only saw the way his massive, inhuman face stared down at you. Those glowing eyes that had once terrified you softened, the feral gleam dimming into something raw, devoted, almost tender.

He tilted his head, claws curling inward so they wouldn’t cut you, holding you steady against the breadth of his chest.

Then the night broke with a sound that made his entire body go rigid, distant sirens, faint but sharp, wailing through the stillness of the woods. He heard them before you did, head snapping in the direction of town, muscles tensing, the growl low in his throat more protective than enraged. Seconds later you heard it too, muffled but growing closer, a warning carried on the cold air.

“Tyler… we need to go and find somewhere safe for you to hide.” Your voice, weak and raspy, forced itself past the haze, reaching up and brushing trembling fingers against the rough line of his clawed and big hand, the only gesture of reassurance you could give.

His chest rumbled beneath your body, that strange purr-thrum caught between monster and man and then he shifted. His arms locked you securely in his grip and with a movement both swift and strangely graceful, he hoisted you higher until you rested against the expanse of his broad shoulder. The heat of his body enveloped you, hand cupping your thigh to keep you steady as he hunched slightly forward, every step purposeful.

The forest floor crunched beneath his claws as he moved, a massive frame weaving through the trees with startling fluidity for something so large. Each stride was long and urgent, but the way he cradled you never lost its gentleness, holding you as though one wrong movement might break you.

Bark scraped against his shoulders when branches grew too tight, leaves tore around his passage, but still he shielded you, tucking you against his body, head tilting protectively over you whenever the sirens wailed louder.

"my hands just feel so...bubbly!"

hyde looked down at you like you were crazy. of course, it was not your first time getting high, far from it, actually, but the mix of staying up past three in the morning and having been smoking since a little before eleven pm was really catching up on you. currently, you were laid across the foreman's basement couch, your legs lazily draped across hyde's lap.

"jesus, you say the weirdest shit when you're high," hyde said, "and when you're sober. you're just a weirdo, aren't you?"

"nuh-uh!" you protested. "you say weird shit too, like how the government is out to get you and is going to put chips in our arms one day!"

"yeah, cause they are. you just say weird shit, like that."

you pouted. you and hyde had been doing your thing for a few months now. it was easier when his mom was never home, but now since he was living in the foreman's basement it was getting harder to sneak around. just yesterday eric had come downstairs to get laundry from the dryer and caught you sneaking out the back door in hyde's black sabbath t-shirt and pajama pants that were way too big for you. of course, eric wouldn't snitch (after all you had heard all about their escapades from donna), but one day you were certain red, kitty, or even laurie were gonna come down the stairs and then you would be in deep shit.

hyde was never one for showing affection. even after sex, he mostly just laid next to you and sometimes asked if you needed water. but he fucked you so good you didn't even care. yeah, maybe that meaned you needed just a tad bit more self-respect, but it was the goddamn 70s! women could have fun and sleep around! it wasn't a crime. still, you often caught him with a hand rubbing your arm when he thought you were asleep or too high to remember. right now, you could feel a big hand caressing your knee. you began to squirm under the feeling.

"yeah?"

"s-shut up."

hyde laughed, his voice low and dark. his hand continued further up your leg, reaching your inner thigh. you were wearing a long skirt, with nothing underneath. your feminist book club had said it was good to let her breathe down there when you could.

"nothing under there, huh?" hyde said, sliding his hand right in between your legs. "you really are a slut sometimes."

that too. easy access was another big plus.

"h-hyde," you whined.

"tell me what you need."

"need...fingers!"

"i think you can use more words than that, right?"

"please! i need your fingers!"

you lifted your hips, sliding the long skirt completely off. hyde's fingers slightly danced against your clit, before he began rubbing it gently in slow, small circles. how he got so good at this, you didn't wanna know. but it felt so good. you felt your core tighten, the weed making you feel everything even more intensely than usual.

"gonna cum already, slut?" hyde chuckled, beginning to rub your clit even faster.

"yes, ugh! please...fuck!"

you felt your core tighten and very, very quickly, you felt an orgasm wash over you. your legs spasmed and felt like jelly.

"t-thank you," you muttered. you started to reach for your skirt, but hyde pulled your hand away.

"nah, i think you can give me another."

this time, hyde scooted down, half laying on the couch and half kneeling on the floor, face right in between your thighs. donna had said eric had only done this a few times, and jackie said kelso flat-out refused, but hyde seemed to love it. it was one of the only things that could make him break that laissez-faire "whatever" chill asshole thing he had going.

hyde's mouth quickly capture your clit, sucking on it gently. since you were still sensitive from the first orgasm, you whined excessively as hyde's tongue poked your clit gently. your hands tangled into his curly hair, tugging as hyde was basically sucking the life out of you from between your legs. his tongue poked your entrance, before he slid his tongue into the wet, dripping hole. you bit your lip, trying desperately to not let out the loudest, naughtiest moans of your life.

hyde gave your clit one last suck, before you once again felt yourself cum.

"needy girl," hyde said. "you think you got one more for me, huh? you wanna feel me inside your pussy?"

"yes, hyde please!"

hyde undid his belt, pulling his jeans down with his boxers. he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding in. your eyes rolled back as he slid out almost entirely, then slammed back in. his dick felt so good inside you, stretching you out.

"all i need to do is get you a little high and you're the neediest slut in the world," hyde said in between thrusts. "who are you a slut for, baby? come on, tell me."

"you, hyde! just you!"

it made you feel good to admit this, but hyde never lasted long inside you. your third orgasm hit quickly, and hyde pulled out just in time, releasing on your chest with a moan. he sat there on his knees for a second, before grabbing a box of tissues off the side table, wiping your stomach with them. while you laid back, trying to recover from your three orgasms, hyde picked your skirt off the ground. you tried to stand, but your shaky legs wouldn't let you. hyde rolled his eyes.

"here, i got you."

hyde picked you up, something you had never seen before from him. he carried you to his small room in the basement, covering you with a blanket before crawling in next to you. the last thing you felt and heard before drifting into sleep was a gentle kiss on your forehead and a

“sweet dreams.”

that next morning…

you found the back door quickly, pulling it open.

“now what the hell are you doing in my basement, flower child!”

you turned your head slowly in fear, red foreman glaring daggers at you.

“uhh…nice to see you, bye!”

you bolted out the back door, not wanting your ass to become a hat, as eric would say.

“now when are going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” red shouted at hyde after you had left. “stop being a dumbass!”

Delicate.

If there’s one word that Hyde could describe you, it’s that one. You’re the garden in those ghoul’s lives, the reason they feel human. And that won’t do.

Hyde needs them to be as primal as possible... so what happens when you’re desperate for a cure - a way to save your life?

That’s where he comes in, of course, ready for a cure, a small vial that he had in him for a while, safely tucked in the nest of paperworks in his office. Who would’ve thought that the cure for your Kyklos curse was closer than you thought?

You were in bed, mind reeling in from what happened, Rui had the chance to break your curse, yet his hesitation left you in danger once more, the emptiness continued to grow, making your doubts intensify, despite having memories with all these people - all these ghouls, were they helping you? or just letting you play pretend like everything’s normal?

You weren’t supposed to be here - you don’t belong here, you were forced, coerced-

As your mind started to swirl in anxiety, a knock put a halt to it, causing you to look at the door from the 2nd bedroom. It was an intermittent knock, then a voice came.

” Yoo hoo! Honor Roll!” a cheerful yet irritating voice came, it’s Professor Hyde. Groaning in annoyance, you sat up and went down to open the door for him. He waves hi to you. “Can I come in, sweetheart?” he laced his voice with gentleness. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was worried.

But this man is a fucking psychopath, so tread lightly.

You hesitantly opened the door further, letting him in. “Good evening, Professor Hyde,” you murmured, and then immediately went to your kitchen. Luckily, you had gone grocery shopping last weekend with Kaito and Lucas, so you had coffee or tea on hand for the sudden occasion.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” you asked, making your preferred drink first. “Guess I’ll go with coffee!” Hearing that, you started brewing him one.

The moment you went out, you carried a tray with two cups on it. “Here,” you gave him his coffee and placed yours on the opposite side. “Aw,” he chuckles, taking a sip. “Why so far? I thought we were close.”

”Sir, I apologize for my insistence, but what are you here for?” You placed the cup down, letting your drink turn a bit colder for you to drink. “I just got back from my mission and was about to sleep-” your frustration was evident with how thick you said each word, yet Hyde’s smile never faltered. “Now now,” he laughs, crossing his legs, putting a coaster on his lap, and stirring his coffee there. “I come bearing good news to you,” he added. What? another fucking mission where it’s a MASSIVE waste of time. You stopped yourself from sighing.

“What’s the news, Sir?” you asked, rubbing your thumbs together, you got 2 weeks left...

“What if I told you, there’s a cure for your curse now?”

Your heart would’ve dropped that moment... but

“Stop fucking with me, Hyde,” you gritted your teeth, a headache coming at his idiotic news. Even this caught Hyde off guard, but he remained calm. You slammed your hands on the table, rattling it, glaring at him. You were sick of them playing you like a fiddle. “A cure? Really? And then what it doesn’t work?” You tried, you really tried to be respectful, but if this continues, you’re going to die, and it’s hard to accept them.

“Calm down, Honor roll” he raises his hand to stop your babbling as if it’s a child throwing a tantrum. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you sat down, crossing your arms, not looking at him.

Hyde stares, your tears would’ve gotten ghouls skittering towards you and comforting you, but to him...

It’s making him feel things he shouldn’t feel, especially for a girl like you.

You heard rustling and a glass being placed down on your table, you glanced up to it, seeing a mysterious liquid in a vial... what is that?

”Sir- what-”

”The cure,” he said casually, smiling at you once again, “The- cure?” you repeated, looking at him confusedly. “I made it, had a few tugs in my connections to grab what you need, sweetheart”

You reached out, grabbing the vial, but immediately, Hyde grabbed your hand as well, intertwining his fingers on yours as if pulling the vial away from your pressure. “Ah, ah, ah, you’re that desperate, aren’t you?”

Feeling the anger rush in your veins once again, you were about to snap at him, but then-

” Don’t put force in it, this is just one vial, slight pressure can break it, dear,” he cuts in, causing your hand to immediately loosen a bit.

The way he stares at you, the hold of his hand against yours. It felt weird. Making you shudder in fear and pull your hand away, letting him hold the vial. “Why are you giving me this?” you asked, “Is there a catch?”

His eyes narrowed within the confines of his blindfold, throwing his head back, he laughs quite loudly. “You’re good!” he places the vial back down, fake-wiping his tears. “Glad that you know this isn’t for free, sweetheart”

“I know how much the ghouls adore you.” he stood up, walking towards you, causing you to freeze. His steps were slow, as if he were teasing you, taunting you. “They dote on you, love you, some even desire you”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning down, his breath near your ear. “I want to see how they would react if their favorite flower got trampled on.”

You clenched your fists, looking down, what if the cure doesn’t work, in exchange for something like this...

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he purred, ruffling your head, “Nor do I want to force myself on you, however -”

”You don’t have much of a choice either” he lets his hand rest on your head, as if pushing you to look down, to obey. “It’ll be a shame if this cure works and you’ll be able to get yourself free from this institution you hate so much.”

“... I- could report you,” you muttered, glaring at him, “I could report you for sexual harassment.”

“And then what?” he places his hand on his hip, “You die before anyone could arrest me?” he laughs, “It’s cute that you think that the institution would pick between taking out someone who’s going to be a danger to society... or someone who’s a valuable asset to them.”

You deflate, looking pale , and about to cry again. This sick and perverted bastard... He wants to sleep with you in exchange.

”Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you.” his hand lifted your chin up, making you look at him. “I just want to see how the ghouls would react if they found out what happened to you.”

“You-” tears started to roll down your cheeks, and he let one splatter all over his thumb. “I’m just an object to all of you.”

“Awe, don’t sell yourself short,” he chuckles, leaning close and giving you a soft kiss, one that you would get from a man who’s devoted to you.

But this man isn’t it.

“So?” he purred, as you tremble like a leaf beneath him. You don’t trust your voice, so you nod, giving up.

Even if this gets all over Darkwick, if the cure works... You’ll be out of this; you won’t see them, ever.

It’s a price worth paying.

The bed dips, his kisses rough as he slides his tongue inside your mouth. You try to kiss him back with the same fervor, but the way he’s taking you like this makes you unable to keep up.

”Hy- mm,” you closed your eyes, letting him take over. He unbuttons your shirt, pulling away, finally letting you take a breather. He starts planting wet kisses on your neck, down to your collarbone, while he pulls your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra. “Beautiful,” he chuckles, grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to kiss him again.

His hand grabs your waist, pushing you down the few pillows that some ghouls bought you. He pulled away, taking his shirt off and throwing it somewhere, your eyes gliding up to down, making him laugh. “You’re staring a lot.”

You look away, deciding to just grab the pillow and cover your face. Hyde didn’t mind, however...

He grabbed the pillow, throwing it away, and he ran his hand through your hair, tugging it and forcing you to look at the camera he’s holding. “Say hi to your favorite ghoul sweetheart.”

He laughed when you started to cry, trying to push his camera away, but he’s stronger than you, making sure to take all details of your naked body.

He placed the camera on the side, deciding to shut you up with a bite on your neck, his half-naked body pressed on yours while he tugs your panties off, you squirmed, trying to kick him away, trying to get that weird feeling off.

“Stop-” you cried out, but that just made him cup your cunt, pressing his thumb on your clit, you arched your back, feeling him drag his tongue from your collarbone up to the curve of your neck, and sinking another bite into you.

He seemed out of it, sliding his finger first into your hole, then pressing on the little button of pleasure inside you. “Feels good?” he asked, that stupid smile etched on his face while he rubs your clit from side to side with his thumb.

He goes down to your cleavage, kissing it as he unclasps your bra, letting them free. He takes one look before diving in, taking your nipple into his mouth. You cried out when he started sucking, feeling the assault of pleasure course through your body.

The moment he pulled away, he stared at the way your cheeks were flushed, tears welling up in your eyes, and it made him grin. “Were you expecting not to feel pleasure?” he said, already fingerfucking you with 3 fingers. “No - i” you moaned when he bullied them into your G-spot. “I did say I want them to hear you,” he pulled his fingers out, licking the remnants of your essence off. “Hah! You even taste like flowers now.”

“Shut up , I hate you.” Hearing that just made Hyde smile. “Hmm, I know you do,” he murmured, pulling you closer to him. He pressed his hard on, on your cunt, making sure to grind deliciously on your clit, causing you to jolt. You tried to push his hips away, but he continued, “Stop- ah stop fucking around, Hyde and fuck me!” You growled, wanting to kick him on the head, but he had your legs trapped around his hips, and he sneered. “In due time, love, I wanna have fun first”  

He unzips his pants, tugging it down to get his weeping cock out. Your eyes widen, seeing how massive he is. “Fuck- that won’t fit,” you muttered, grabbing the sheets and trying to pull away, but he pulls you back by the hips, grabbing the vial in his pants and gently pressing it on your palm. “Sir- what are you?” you panicked, as he grinds his cock on your cunt, making sure to coat all of it with your essence. “I think just plainly having sex with you is boring, especially when this will be our first and last... If you survived, that is,” he taunts.

”What?” you squeaked out, trying to relax your hand, but the way he suddenly slammed inside you without warning made you grip a bit. “Fuck!”

He shoves his cock deeper, groaning at the sudden tightness when you’re trying your best not to break the vial, hand relaxing and clenching at each grind he does. As if he’s bullying his dick further. “Don’t break the vial, try to let it go, I won’t give it to you.” he grabs your cheek, the other hand bruising your hip. “Do I make myself clear?” he purred.

You nod, heart racing cause of how hard it would take not to squeeze the vial. Especially - oh-

Your brain short-circuited when he started to thrust roughly in and out of you,planting wet kisses on your neck, leaving more hickeys while he bullies your sweet spot, pressing his tip on the spongy part of your inside.

You grabbed him by the shoulder with one hand, trying to pull him close as you cried out. “Hyde- hngh fuck FUCK!” you squealed, hearing your cunt make lewd noises was humiliating, especially when you see to your side the red illumination of the camera recording.

In just an hour, you became an utter mess, face pressed on the pillow, almost making it hard to breathe while he ruts into you. You didn’t even hear whatever he was saying, just trying not to go completely insane and squeeze the vial in your hand.

“..-uess I'm not fucking you too roughly to make you break that vial.” you registered only that, and then suddenly, you felt him headlocking you,pressing his body on top of yours, and mercilessly hitting your sweet spot once more. Your eyes rolled back as he lifted your body a bit, making you go into a kneeling position. He wanted to see your pretty tits bounce, your cunt gushing and staining the sheets of your bed. “That’s it,” he purred, licking your earlobe and squeezing your neck with his bicep, causing you to gasp and squeeze him.

When his other hand went down to your puffy clit, you already knew you were in danger. You’ve come so far, and yet here he was, fucking you till your brain gets foggy. “Please- Sir- Have hngh mercy don't-”

Yet he didn’t listen, rubbing your clit side to side as fast as he could , making you squirm, thrash under his grip.  The familiar knot came back to you as you squirmed. “I’m gonna- !” you screamed as you clenched your fist, squirting all over your bedsheet as the vial’s shards dig into your clenched fist. He continued to deepen his thrust, although sloppily as he moans, pressing his hot body on your sweaty one, “Me too- fuck” he buries his face into your neck and slams one last time and releases inside you.

He lets you go, feeling you fall down into your bed, blood seeping through the sheet as you sob.  

” Aw,” he touches your bleeding hand, taking off the shards on your skin and using his handkerchief to clean it. “Oh well, what’s done is done,” he said. How can he sound so fucking casual?

You open your eyes, blinking away your tears while he stands up, grabbing something in the pocket of his jeans...

A plethora of the same vial.

”Good thing there’s plenty more, right?”

Just outside of your bedroom, A familiar ghostly figure peeked, seeing everything that happened...

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The Camaro pulled into the forest clearing carefully, followed by Mr. Burkhart's Lincoln. The group climbed out and surveyed the party ahead, a large bonfire in the center of the woods with some guys working on getting it lit. Teens dotted the clearing in schools like fish, and there was a small stand where someone was taking money in exchange for cups of beer from a keg that caught the moonlight.

A few yards away, Hyde spotted Todd Allen in a group of other meatheaded jocks, or so he assumed. And just like he'd thought, where there was Todd, there was a ditzy, brace-faced blonde right beside him. Following his gaze, Donna lit up, calling out to her cousin. "No, don't-" Hyde started, sighing when he saw the aforementioned girl turn around, smile equally bright. Must be genetic.

"Hey, you made it!" Della chirped, making him roll his eyes.

"Yeah, no shit, I drove your car, remember?" He scoffed, dangling her keys in front of her, just out of her reach. Donna raised a brow at his sudden mood shift but didn't address it immediately. "Don't worry, I was babysat the whole ride."

Despite his attempts to sour her mood, Della smiled still. "I'm just glad you all made it. I had Donna go because the gears can stick sometimes, and she knows how to fix it." Hyde softened a bit, realizing that the arrangement wasn't born out of a lack of trust, at least not on her end.

"Didn't stick for me," He shrugged, kicking a rock as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"That's a relief," She chuckled as the rest of the gang wandered over before slinking off into different conversations. Hyde suddenly felt out of place, resigning to walk back to the car to get the bag he'd left in the glovebox.

Weaving through the makeshift parking lot, he passed a familiar-looking GTO, but brushed it off as he slid back into the car to roll a joint. A loud slam nearby shook his concentration, and the paper unrolled, green spilling into his lap. "God fucking damnit," He hissed quietly, trying to retrieve what he could from between his legs. After deeming that he'd saved enough, he leaned forward, deciding to use the dash as a rolling tray. It was then that he noticed the GTO in front of him... was rocking.

At first, he smirked, shaking his head at the telltale sign of teenage desire, but he paused when he recognized the license plate number. He'd seen it before, earlier in the week when Della got home from her date with Todd. "Son of a bitch," He whispered, eyes storming over, knowing that Dorky Della was laid out in the back seat of that car, letting Todd do God knows what.

Before he realized it, he'd twisted off the end of the joint and tossed it into the cupholder and exited the car, stomping toward the GTO. He suddenly paused. What the hell was he doing? He didn't have any right or reason to be upset- and yet he was. What was he even going to do when he got to the car? Pull her out of it? Throw a fit?

Finally, he decided to walk past it, hoping maybe a drink would soothe his jealousy- jealousy? No, he wasn't jealous, Steven Hyde didn't get jealous. He was just... protective. Della was inexperienced in dating; she didn't know how guys could be. As her friend, it was his job to look out for her. That was definitely it.

As he approached the keg, he paused, blood running cold when he heard that unmistakable, annoying laughter that only Della could produce. He followed the sound, eyes tracking the crowd until they settled on her, still standing beside Donna, never having strayed from the spot he left her in.

Glancing back at the car, it was still rocking, so obviously he could see it from yards away. A smirk rolled onto his face as he shoved the cash he'd fished out for his beer back into his pocket. Now he had probable cause to be nosy. He owed it to Della to find out who was in that car.

He strode over confidently, peeking into the fogged window to see a bare, muscular back blocking his view. He smuggly knocked on the window and the rocking suddenly halted. "Fuck off!" A shaky male voice called from inside.

"We're just gonna talk," Hyde replied, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. "I wanna know for future referance who you got in there that's easy enough to let you hit it less than a hundred feet away from your girlfriend."

Todd’s face darkened and he shifted to sit upright in a way that still protected the identity of the girl with him. "Christ, not this jackass," He cracked the door open begrudgingly, muttering lowly. “Look, how much you want to keep this quiet?”

“How much you got?” Hyde smirked, prompting the other man to fish into his discarded jeans.

“I got a ten, that’s it.” Todd scoff, handing it to him, which he pocketed.

“So, what’s her name?” He pressed, leaning on the edge of the car, peeking into the car. “No way, Pam Macy? How’s it going in here, sweetheart?”

Pam sneered and covered herself as she sat upright, making herself small in the backseat. Todd moved in front of her. “So we’re cool? You’re not gonna tell Della?”

“Oh no, I’m telling Della.” Hyde snorted, backing away from the car as Todd scrambled into his clothes.

“H-Hey, no, I paid you off!” He stuttered as he tumbled out of the car.

“You made a generous donation actually,” He laughed as he started to walk away. “I never agreed to be paid off.

“Y-You can’t tell her!” Todd stammered, barefoot in the mud, belt unbuckled, shirt unbuttoned. “She’ll be devastated, you really wanna be the one to do that to her?”

For whatever reason, the insinuation that it was Hyde’s fault boiled his blood and he stopped in his tracks. “What?”

Todd’s eyes widened and he swallowed nervously. “C’mon, you’ve gone through girls like this,” He reasoned. “You know Della’s type.”

“And what type is that?” Hyde suddenly snapped, turning to face him. “Sayin’ she’s too ugly for you? Too much of a misfit?”

“Woah,” Todd held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t say none of that,”

“Then what the hell are you saying, Todd?” Hyde jeered, taking a step closer and poking an accusatory finger at his chest. “Actually, better yet, tell me, what do you see in her? If you can fuck Pam Macy in the back of your car, what the hell are you doing with some nerdy metal mouth sophomore?”

Todd grimaced with confusion. He'd always suspected Hyde harbored some kind of feeling for Della- whether it was romantic or not, he wasn't sure- but it this almost sounded mean spirited in nature. "I-I just mean, look at her," He stammered. "You know she's not exactly getting nominated for prom queen."

Hyde tilted his head in a look that crossed malice and curiosity. "Oh yeah, and what's a pretty boy like you doing with an ugly duckling like her?"

"You know her type, I know you do," The jock argued nervously. "The ugly one's are usually easy..."

"Easy...?" Hyde replied, fists balling at his sides. "You were only dating Della because you thought she'd be easy?"

Warmth crept up Todd's neck as he rubbed the back of it. "Look, don't pretend you haven't done it." Without another word, Hyde's fist closed around his half unbottoned shirt. "W-Woah, man, let me go. What are you doing?"

"Telling Della." He answered flatly as he began to drag him back toward the bonfire, leaving Pam to scurry out of the car and to safety.

"No, man, you'll break her heart!" Todd argued weakly, trying to wrestle out of his grasp.

"Oh, I'm not telling her." Hyde scoffed. "You are."

He found Della in the same place she'd always been, standing in the warmth of the fire, beer in hand, taking small sips. Her back was turned to him, listening intently to whatever gossip Donna and Jackie were trading. Donna spotted the pair first, facing the driection they were coming from. "Oh my God, Hyde! What the hell are you doing?" She shouted, promting Della to glance back, equally confused.

"Del," Hyde huffed, already tired from dragging her boyfriend over while he struggled. "Todd's got something to tell you."

Della turned to face them fully, her expression carrying suspicion, confusion, and the protntial for upset. She studied them for a moment, Hyde especially. She had never seen him look so intense. Annoyed, sure. Angry, on occasion. But there seemed to be a mixture of hatred and vindication radiating from behind his shades. "No, I don't, baby. Don't listen to him." Todd panted, still weakly trying to slip away. Her eyes darted to him next, barely standing, weakly pushing against his capture's chest. He looked desperate, disheveled and...guilty.

"Tell her," Hyde spat, wrestling him into a headlock. "Tell her the truth or I'm gonna kick your ass all up and down this clearing."

"Tell me what?" Della asked, voice softly skeptical, almost fearful. "Baby, what's he talking about?"

"Nothing- ah, fuck! Be cool, be cool!" He hissed as Hyde took a fist full of his hair.

"Fucking tell her or I will!" He snapped. "And I'll still beat your ass!"

"Hyde, what's going on? Let him go!" Della interviened, unnerved and shifting uncomfortably. "Please, someone just tell me what's going on."

"He's fucking two-timing you, Del." Hyde mutters, flexing his bicep against her boyfriend's throat. "I saw it myelf, he had Pam Macy in the back of his car. He tried to bribe me not to tell you-"

"That can't be true," Della muttered dismissively, souring his expression further. "Baby, you wouldn't do that to me, right?" Todd stared down at the ground, unable to meet her gaze. "Right?"

"It's true," He sighed, seeming almost releived. The pressure on his neck was lessened slightly.

"W-What?" She stammered, tears immediately brimming his eyes. "W-Why would you do that?"

Hyde suddenly felt sick. When he came up with this plan, he thought he'd feel victorious, but in hindsight, maybe forcing them to have this conversation with an audiance of a hundred plastered teenagers was a bad move. "Tell her what you told me, jackass." He muttered coldly, tightening his grip again.

"Okay, okay!" Todd croaked. "It's because you wore tights to our date the other night!"

"Yeah, Della, the tights-" Hyde shook his head incredulously. "Wait- tights?"

"Yeah! Nerdy girls are supposed to be easy! What kinda prude chick wears tights to the drive in!" Todd finally snaps, shuffling out of Hyde's grasp, taking advantage of his confusion. "It's like you were trying to block me on purpose!"

"Y-You said you liked my tights," Della stammered, remembering the mustard color tights she'd worn under the green corduroy number she picked out for the date. "I-It was cold... I didn't-"

"Yeah 'cuz I wanted to get them off you!" Without warning, Hyde's hand fell on his shoulder, turning him toward him before his fist connected with his face. Todd fell back, cradling his nose as blood trickled from the left nostil. "Dude, what the fuck! You said you wouldn't hit me if I told her!"

"No," Hyde panted, stepping over him. "I said I was gonna kick your ass if you didn't. I never agreed not to either way." He crouched down in front of him, gripping the front of his shirt again. "Now apologize."

"S-Sorry,"

"Mean it." Hyde snapped, raising his fist back again. "Dude, I swear to God-"

"I-I'm sorry, Della!" Todd flinched, squeezing his eyes tight as he raised his arms in self defense. "I'm sorry, you deserve better! N-Now let me go, please..." Seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, Hyde finally relented, packing up his anger issues in favor of making sure she was alright. Not before giving Todd one more wallop, though. When he went flat on the ground, near tears, the aggressor stood and stepped over him, kicking his ribs on the way.

"Hey," Hyde said softly, closing in on her and pulling her against him without a second thought. "C'mere. You okay?" She didn't answer, simply burying her face into his neck, tears making her hair stick to his skin. "Shh, shh, I know, I know..." He cooed, uncharacteristically softly as Donna and Jackie crowded around them

"C-Can you take me home?" Della finall whispered softly near his ear and he nodded against her temple. After excusing them, he pulled her toward the car, gently guiding her through the crowd.

On the way, he picked up a gnarly looking stone and placed it in her hands, clasing them around it to emphasize the importance of her keeping it. "What's this for?" She sniffled.

"You'll see." He smirked, escorting her to the car with his palm in the small of her back.

When the pair passed Todd's GTO, Hyde stopped her and closed his hand around hers. "Wanna know the best part of breaking up? Revenge." He pressed the rock within her hand to the door of the sleek, black car and drug it down the entire length multiple times.

"W-Won't we get in trouble?" She muttered quietly, though she didn't attempt to stop him.