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celiastjamesoscar · 7 months

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Like Real People Do

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday has been running through your mind, plaguing your every thought. So when you go out one night to get a grasp on these thoughts, you run into the Addams, who was suffering from thoughts about you.

Warnings: none

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Word Count: 2.3K

The grounds of Nevermore lay idle as you slowly crept out of your dorm room. It was well into the hours of dusk and past curfew, but you wanted to explore the local grounds without having Weems breathing down your neck.

Slowly and quietly, you walked down the dark hallway as the moonlight filtered through the windows, casting haunting shadows on the floor as you continued your walk. Occasionally, the floor would creak, and all you could do was hold your breath, but when no one would appear to berate you, you would sigh with relief before moving to the courtyard.

The moon cast the perfect lighting onto the water fountain just before the gates of Nevermore, as if the water itself was trying to compel you from leaving the sanctuary. With some effort, you pushed open the creaking black gates and slipped out into the vast open space that surrounded Nevermore.

You didn’t have any places in mind to go; you just wanted to walk underneath the moon and stars. There was something special about the cold, crisp air that would seep into your lungs as you admired the beautiful rock in the sky.

As you continued your journey into the darkness, you let your mind wander. There was nothing meaningful that you would think about: homework, what you were going to eat for breakfast and Wednesday. The relationship you had with the Addams girl was no different than the relationship she had with most of the students at Nevermore: a nonexistent one. But those stolen glances you two would occasionally share, along with the slightest grazing of the hands, was enough to plague your mind for days.

It was stupid; you were aware of this, but you couldn’t help but think about Wednesday’s relationship with physical touch. Sure, a light touch was typical when passing someone in the hallway, but this was Wednesday, a woman who went out of her way to make sure no one touched her. So, of course, you would think back on when Wednesday’s hand would brush past yours several times in one day. You would also think about whenever you two were sitting in class, how she would lightly press her thigh against yours and keep it that way the entire class period.

It was hard not to notice how the Addams girl would wait for you outside your classes. It started by accident; Wednesday, she had happened to take a different route to the quad and happened to pass by you leaving your class, so she walked with you. “Hello, Wednesday,” you had greeted her, but you received no response from the girl. It wasn’t uncommon for you to talk to the girl and get no response, and you oddly found comfort in her few words and no smiles.

During lunch, you two would sit together with Enid and the rest, but you could only focus on the way Wednesday’s leg kept on bumping against hers, and when you would move it away, she would very subtly and slowly shift toward you, so that she could keep her thigh resting against yours. It drove you mad at how she wouldn’t speak to you but would do anything to feel you close.

Whenever she wasn’t touching you, Wednesday was longing for your attention. Across a vast room full of students, the ravenette’s eyes would find solace in your eyes. The eye contact wasn't held for more than a few seconds, but Wednesday was also the first person to look away. It was unheard of for Wednesday to break eye contact, but with you, things were different. The things she felt around you drove her up the walls. The Addams girl wasn’t used to handling these things; the nerves she would get when you would smile at her during passing period, the spiders that would crawl through her stomach when you would remember the littlest details about her. It wasn’t normal for her, but she relished in your comfort whenever you were near.

What was almost worse was the fact that Wednesday couldn’t even form sentences around you. The nerves alone were bad enough, but when Wednesday wanted to compliment you, the words would die on her tongue. She was a fucking reader, for Christ's sake, but whenever she was around you, she spoke the same English as Helen Keller. There were unspoken feelings on both sides, but neither of you knew what to say. You both wanted each other so desperately, but the fear of rejection ran stronger than any desire possibly could.

So, as you continued your walk around campus, it was as if an invisible string was pulling you to Wednesday. The sound of digging pulled you from your timely thoughts of the goth girl, and as you moved toward the sound of the digging, you saw the woman in question.

“Wednesday? What are you doing?” You asked as you approached the more petite girl, who was standing in a two-foot grave. When she heard her name, she haunted her digging, and her head shot up, causing her eyes to find yours instantly. Her eyes were darker than usual as sweat glistened on her forehead, accompanied by some dirt that stuck to her face. Wednesday was breathtaking, just as she always was.

“I’m digging, can’t you see that?” She replied as she continued her digging. “I know that, but why?” You asked as you now stood in front of the hole. It wasn’t uncommon for Wednesday to go grave digging, but looking around, your surroundings were only trees with a small blanket of stars sitting atop their highest peak. No graves were in sight as you watched the more petite girl continue digging her hole.

“I just like digging,” was all Wednesday said in response.

“Can I join you?”

The question caught Wednesday off guard, but she only huffed as she grabbed a spare shovel and handed it to you. It was a small offering, but you accepted it nonetheless and joined Wednesday. The hole was roughly three feet wide, making it hurt to dig with Wednesday, but you two made it work, just like always.

For the first time since knowing you, Wednesday started the conversation first. “What are you doing out so late?”

It was a simple question, but the goth girl wanted to know why you walked the Nevermore's grounds this late at night. And she secretly wanted to learn more about you, but that was just for her to know.

“I don’t know; I suppose I just wanted to get some fresh air and think about things,” you replied while digging. It wasn’t a lie; you did want to walk for fresh air and to think about things, but you didn’t want to tell Wednesday that you were thinking about her.

“What were you thinking about?” The ravenette asked, to your demise. If you noticed the slight hint of irritation in her voice, she was glad you didn’t say anything about it. Wednesday can’t have you know that the thought of you thinking about women that weren’t her angered her beyond belief. It awakened a rage in her that even the deepest of hell couldn’t reach.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased, hoping Wednesday would pick up on the joke, but you knew better.

At your words, Wednesday teased up and stopped her digging. Her mind ran rapidly as she thought of what to do, what to say. The Addams blood coursing through her veins screamed at her to confess her undying love for you. It shouted and told her to tell you the truth: that she was digging a grave for the both of you. But her nature told her she didn’t want to be vulnerable with someone. Not again.

It wasn't that she had actually liked Tyler; she was just worried about placing her trust in someone else and getting betrayed in the end. Tyler tried to kill her and Enid, and Wednesday vowed not to make that same mistake again. But when she remembered the way you and Enid would spend every weekend together, forcing Wednesday to try colorful clothing and making her model like she was on the runway, she knew that she could trust you with her heart. Based on the sole assumption that you never told anyone that she enjoyed dressing up, only because it made you smile.

“I was asking,” Wednesday took a breath as she realized this was a lot harder to say than she initially thought, “I wanted to know if you had anyone on your mind.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked with a small laugh, but you soon realized how tense the goth girl had gotten, and your blood ran cold. “Wednesday, what’s wrong?”

You stopped digging and reached out to touch her, but Wednesday quickly moved away and faced you. “Why do you think this is funny? Do you enjoy seeing me in pain?” She questioned.

“What? No, why would you think that?” You asked as you moved closer, but Wednesday moved backward again; this time, her back hit the hole's edge, preventing her from progressing further.

“Because you were smiling. You only smile when you think something is funny or Enid dresses me up like one of her stupid dolls. Now tell me why you were smiling,” Wednesday demanded.

You took a deep breath as you debated if you wanted to get into this talk with Wednesday right now. “Wednesday, look. I promise you I didn’t think it was funny, and I don’t like seeing you in pain. I just thought it was funny that you wanted to know if I was thinking about anyone,” you softly spoke as you took a step closer. Wednesday made no effort to try and move again, so you gently took her hands into yours. “Please, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

When your hands gently clasped hers, Wednesday sighed at their comforting warmth. She ran her thumbs over your fingers as she spoke, “I asked because thoughts of you plague my mind: night and day. You are an insufferable, annoying human being, but I cannot control how I feel for you. I wish I didn’t care about you, but I only want to cherish you like you were mine and no one else’s.”

The sound of your heartbeat drumming against your rib cage echoed throughout your ears as you took in Wednesday’s confession. This was probably the first conversation you two have shared, but you would be damned if it wasn’t your favorite one.

But Wednesday took your silence as rejection, so with the tiniest whimper, Wednesday quickly moved out of the grave. “Wednesday, wait! Please!” You begged as you followed the girl, but she was surprisingly fast for her size. You called after her again and again, but she only ignored you. Even when you ran to catch up with her, and you two returned to Nevermore together, she still would not talk to you.

Even when you followed her into her dorm room and sat on her bed next to her, Wednesday still did not talk to you. You know the Addams girl wouldn’t talk to you anytime soon, so you took it upon yourself to start the conversation.

“You know those shitty little carnival animals that people spend a ridiculous amount of money to win when you could buy the same thing from any store? Well, do you remember whenever we went to one together?”

The girl nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“Do you remember that scorpion I won you?”

She nodded her head again.

“I spent fifty dollars trying to win that thing,” you admitted with a small embarrassed laugh, “But that smile on your face was worth every penny.”

Wednesday huffed, “I don’t smile.”

“Bullshit! You had the biggest smile on your lips that I have ever seen! It was like you were a real person experiencing real emotions for the first time,” you retorted with a laugh.

“I don’t experience any emotions like that, but I must say I enjoyed how it made me feel… appreciated,” Wednesday admitted as she played with her fingers. Breaking the barrier between you two, you slowly reached and gently took her hand into yours. When she didn’t pull away, you interlaced your fingers together.

“Wednesday, I have only been thinking about you. Whenever I’m trying to do anything, you are always there. I’ve wanted you for so long, but I have been terrified of pushing you away. I know you hate relationships; that’s why I didn’t tell you. But now that you know you also feel the same way,” you let out a quick laugh of disbelief, “I don’t even know what to say.”

Surprisingly, Wednesday followed with a chuckle and bumped her shoulders against yours. “You make me feel like I’m real,” Wednesday mumbled under her breath.

“Well, since you feel like a real person with me, maybe we could kiss like real people do?” You offered, and Wednesday went rigid. Before you could apologize, Wednesday turned her head, quickly kissed your lips, and pulled back. It was over before you could blink, but you could still taste her lips as she smiled at you.

When you mirrored her smile, Wednesday let go of your hand and carefully cupped your jaw with both hands as she brought you into her lips.

This kiss was much longer than the first but all the more passionate. The pining and anticipation had let up to this moment; Wednesday’s small hands held your face to hers as her lips danced against yours. The soft sighs leaving her lips as you two kissed sounded like heaven.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday felt her heart explode with love. She was forever grateful that she got to kiss you like real people do.

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#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednsday addams #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n

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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Can you make one of fem!reader meeting the Addams family and they all adore her? Including Wednesday. Especially when she sword fights and wins. (Thing too :))

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Typical Wednesday level threats, unedited

Summary: Morticia and Gomez have been hearing about a certain girl and are elated to finally meet the mouse who has fallen in their little Vipers trap.

Nobody, especially not her mother, thought Wednesday Addams would fall in love. She viewed love as a weakness, a disgustingly human emotion that she never wished to feel. But meeting Y/n L/n changed her universe for all of eternity, and Wednesday wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the two met, Wednesday couldn’t care less about the bubbly vampire, at first glance the girl had no regards to the dress code and was incredibly annoying. But as the two’s paths crossed more and more, Wednesday seemed to not hate the girl’s presence. But as time passed, the line between not hating and liking began to blur. The raven haired girl enjoyed the vampire’s presence, something that made her want to stick pins and needles into her eyes.

One night while talking to her parents and Pugsley on her crystal ball, Enid mentioned Y/n and Wednesday let it be known that she was dating a girl. Morticia could have fainted in that moment, and Gomez was elated that his little Viper had met someone the way he had met his Morticia. While Pugsley wondered why anyone would willingly date his sister, have they met her?

Y/n was lying on her bed when Wednesday walked into her room.

“No knocking? Not even a hello? Jeez chivalry is dead.” Y/n mutters, before looking up from her phone, “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

“Knocking isn’t even chivalry, and that’s why I’m here. My parents would like to meet you.” Wednesday says, as if it was no big deal.

Y/n sat straight up, the blanket that was around her falling, “They what?”

“Mother won’t stop pestering me about you.” Wednesday comments, sitting on the edge of Y/n’s bed completely unbothered.

Y/n quickly scrambled out of the bed, ignoring the way her phone clattered to the ground. She was less than presentable, clad in only a tanktop and sleep shorts and her hair was messy. She had planned to stay in bed all day until her roommate brought her dinner.

“What if they hate me?” Y/n wondered, going through her closet trying to find a uniform that wasn’t extremely altered to her own taste.

“You’re incredibly dramatic,” Wednesday notes from her position on Y/n’s bed, before adding to soothe her girlfriend’s anxiety “plus mother and father are already obsessed with you.”

“Don’t look.” Y/n points at Wednesday sternly before turning her back to the dark haired girl to change.

The girl quickly strips from her pajamas and changes into her uniform and moves to her vanity to tame her hair. Wednesday watches as her girlfriend frantically ‘fixes’ her appearance.

Soon enough the two of them are making their way to the quad where her family sat amongst themselves. It was incredibly obvious who her family was, dressed in different shades of black they seemed to have a stormcloud above them keeping the sunlight above at bay.

Y/n was incredibly anxious and if this were a cartoon, she would have audibly gulped. Wednesday gently took her cold hand in her own, sensing her nerves.

Wednesday led Y/n over to where her family sat at a cold concrete table, talking amongst themselves.

“Mother, father, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” The short girl introduced.

“So you’re the little mouse who has fallen in our Viper’s deathtrap.” The short man beamed, standing to shake the girl’s hand.

“Oh, isn't she just darling?” The beautiful woman, Wednesday’s mother, asked her husband.

Y/n suddenly felt extremely exposed in her modified uniform, suddenly wishing she hadn’t defined Weems when she told her the first four times to not modify her uniform.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Addams.” Y/n shook both of their hands.

“Wednesday tells us you are quite the skilled swordsman.” Gomez brings up, and Y/n can feel her body burning.

“Oh, I guess you could say that. Not as good as Wednesday, sir, I hear you’re the one who taught her how to fence.” Y/n rambles, talking expressively with little motions and gestures.

Wednesday rolls at her girlfriend's poor attempts to suck up to her parents, “You’re being modest, Cara Mia, Bianca claimed you were the only worthy opponent here at Nevermore.”

Wednesday was never one to care what others thought of her, but watching as her parents got to know Y/n. She couldn’t help but feel a swirling sense of pride at her parents' approval of her girlfriend.

Y/n was rambling about something that had happened last week when Wednesday grabs Y/n’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

Pugsley lets out a dramatic, ‘ew’ at the way his sister is affectionate with the girl by her side. Wednesday shoots him a look that could kill a grown man, shutting him up.

“It looks as though history repeats itself.” Morticia comments, watching the way her daughter looks at her lover with the most adoration she had ever seen in her daughter's dark and cold eyes.

“Oh Nevermore, how I love you!” Gomez exclaims.

The next day had gone basically the same, when it was time to go Morticia and Gomez gushed about the girl who had stolen their darling daughter's cold heart. Pugsley laughed at the way Wednesday was going soft because of the vampire.

“I will take your small intestine and will hang you from that tree with it.” Wednesday threatens, ignoring the way her body felt warm from the teasing.

After the rest of the Addams family left, Y/n and Wednesday made their way to Wednesday’s room. Enid was with Ajax leaving the two love-sick teens alone.

It was a rare moment that the two were actually alone, normally Thing or Enid were in the room. So when the couple was alone, they made the most of it. Basking in the other’s presence, music played quietly in the background.

The two lay facing each other, talking quietly.

Y/n was telling Wednesday about something Eugene had done the other day that Y/n had found humorous. The girl was laughing at her own story and a few strands of hair fell out of place. Wednesday took notice of this and gently pushed the pieces behind Y/n’s ear. Y/n’s laughter subsided as the girl gently caressed her face.

The domestic action took the vampire by surprise, “Someone is being extra loving today, who did you torture?”

“Nobody, at least not today. Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection? The same affection I recall you begging for constantly.” Wednesday points out.

Y/n rolls her eyes, “That is my bad, I will simply sit here and enjoy the suspicious amount of attention.”

After a few minutes, Y/n speaks up again, “Do you think you’re parents like me?”

Wednesday sighs, “Mi amor, mother will be talking about you non stop for the next month. I even heard them talking about inviting you over for the holidays."

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wandaromanova · 1 year

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enigma.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: physical violence, bullying, one cuss word

A/N: hello! this is my first fic in a very long time and also my first wednesday fic. i’m super rusty so please bare with me. not proofread. happy reading <3

Summary: You’re the only person who sees Wednesday for who she really is.

Word Count: 3.2K | wednesday masterlist |

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

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Wednesday Addams was an enigma.

From the second Enid had introduced you to the newest Nevermore resident, your interest in the raven-haired girl had been piqued.

Lifeless stare, ghostly-pale skin that was ice cold to the touch, and the cadence of her brief yet eloquent words were like a breath of fresh air. You were instantly enamored by her, eager to know more.

However, that proved to be difficult as time passed. Wednesday was a person of few words and if she so happened to speak, all that would fall from her lips were insults or the occasional death threat.

Conversations were merely one-sided whenever you worked up the courage to speak to her, which eventually faltered as she blankly stared at you through her long lashes.

And it wasn’t like you could stalk her social media for some insight.

Unsurprisingly, she found social media to be, and you quote, “a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation.” You had to admit, she had a point.

All you could do was observe the things Wednesday would say or do. Considering you shared classes and had Enid as a common denominator, it wasn’t like all hope in getting to know the girl was lost.

You did notice the Addams girl somewhat warm up to everyone else, just not with you. As odd as it may sound, you wanted to be seen by the raven-haired girl.

It was as if the need to be accepted by her was consuming you.

At one point, you questioned whether or not there was any true depth to her. Was she genuinely cold-hearted or was there some semblance of humanity beneath her rough exterior? Why was she especially rash with you?

Wednesday Addams always had her guard up, so what was she trying to hide?

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You’d never forget your first decent interaction with Wednesday.

You were standing beside your locker, leaning against the wall as Enid went on a tangent about her feelings for Ajax.

As the wolf spoke animatedly, hands flailing about, your eyes couldn’t help themselves from diverting their attention to the living shadow that stalked your way.

Wednesday looked gorgeous as always, there was no doubt about that. There was something about the way she carried herself with such grace that stood out in a sea of people.

Not a single wrinkle of her clothes nor a strand of hair out of place, perfect posture, and burgundy lipstick that complimented her complexion beautifully.

Enid noticed your staring and turned around, her excitement going into overdrive which admittedly, you didn’t think was possible.

You loved the girl, but you sometimes wonder how she isn’t exhausted from all the energy she uses.

“Hi, roomie! How has your day been so far?” Enid’s enthusiasm was written all over her face, contrasting Wednesday’s lack thereof.

“It’s been dreadful,” Wednesday spoke monotonously as she glanced at you over her roommates’ shoulder.

“Dreadful in a good way or dreadful in a bad way?” The blonde inquired and Wednesday’s eyes snapped back to her in an instant.

“Dreadful in an ‘exsanguination is becoming increasingly appealing’ way. How you interpret that is inconsequential to me.”

Wednesday deadpanned, forcing Enid to awkwardly chuckle. You decided to try and save your friend from embarrassment.

“So, you’re having a decent day it seems.” You spoke up, the two girls focusing on you. The raven-haired girl stared at you with a glimmer of curiosity behind her dark eyes.

“And what gave you that impression?” You cleared your throat, playing with the collar of your uniform nervously as Wednesday raised an eyebrow.

“Exsanguination is surface-level or internal blood loss. It kills quickly and efficiently with little to no warning. It seems like something you would enjoy…”

You trailed off, avoiding eye contact with the cloud of darkness that stood before you as realization dawned on you. You sounded fucking insane.

However, you didn’t have time to contemplate getting psychiatric help before Wednesday’s soft yet firm voice met your ears.

“You’re the only person I’ve met in this hormone-infested hell to understand my implications.”

You half-heartedly smile in an attempt to remain calm and collected. There was no time to respond as the bell rang, signaling the students of Nevermore to head to their next class.

“Time to go, see you later Y/N. Don’t forget, we’re hanging out in my room later.” Enid half-yelled out as she walked past you.

Wednesday simply gave you a nod before following behind the hyper werewolf. As soon as the pair were out of sight, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

In a way as unorthodox as herself, Wednesday Addams had complimented you.

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You’d never forget when you caught her staring at you.

You were sitting at your self-designated seat in botanical science class, doodling random pictures into your notebook when you felt a presence beside you.

Confused, you look up to see Wednesday settling her backpack onto the floor, and that feeling increases tenfold. Normally, Wednesday is partnered up with Enid.

So…why was she here with you?

“Uh, hey. Why are you sitting here? Not that I mind, you just usually sit with Enid.” Your voice came out shaky and you mentally berated yourself for it.

“Enid wants Ajax to sit with her since their date went swimmingly. I had to hear about it all night, much to my misery.”

The raven-haired girl grumbled as she took out her notebook from her backpack, placing it on the table in front of her.

“Okay… cool, cool. It’s just that Yoko sits the-” You started to speak but instantly stopped as the girl you mentioned walked up to Wednesday’s side.

“That’s my seat, Addams.” The attitude was evident in your friend’s voice and expression, as you awkwardly sat and watched.

Wednesday turned her head, glaring at Yoko. You were glad to not be on the receiving end of her stare. She was honestly terrifying for such a tiny person.

“Not anymore.”

There was no room for argument as the storm cloud beside you faced forward once more. You shot Yoko an apologetic stare as she huffed and went off to find another chair. Soon after, Thornhill’s replacement came in and class began.

No words were spoken between you and Wednesday for the majority of the session. To be fair, it’s hard to get a word in when you’re copying down notes and trying to comprehend what the hell is going on.

You furrowed your eyebrows and bit down on your lip as you listened to the teacher, but the feeling of someone’s eyes on you pulled you from your trance. The second you turned your head, your eyes met Wednesday’s intense gaze.

“Is there something on my face?”

“Besides stupidity? No.”

You would say you were surprised by her response, but you weren’t. Part of you wanted to confront Wednesday, question her more.

However, you decided your ego couldn’t take another hit for the time being and left it to rest.

Perhaps she was internally judging every fiber of your existence. From what you knew about her, you figured that had to be the case. Nevertheless, her unwavering gaze persisted throughout the remainder of the period.

As the class came to a close, you turned to speak to the girl beside you, just to be met with an empty seat.

The only sign of Wednesday’s presence was the fleeting glimpse of her silhouette disappearing through the door. Disappointment washed over you, but you pushed it aside as you collected your belongings.

Flinging your backpack over your shoulder, you stood up and made your way over to Enid and Yoko. You gave them a puzzled look when you realized they had been sitting together during class, their items still scattered about the table.

“Hey Enid, I thought you were sitting with Ajax,” You greeted the blonde, curiosity laced in your voice. She flashed her signature wide smile at you, tilting her head to the side in a questioning manner.

“Nope, he was paired up with Xavier. They like drawing bugs together to bring to life, it’s really gross. Why would you think he was with me?”

Enid sidetracked before asking, staring at you in anticipation as she awaited your response.

“Oh, no reason. Just thought you guys would be together since you’re dating and all that jazz.” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly before Enid forcefully linked her arm with yours.

She abruptly pulled you along as Yoko followed close behind, heading toward the exit practically jumping in excitement as she went on about the new desserts that were in the cafeteria.

Her words were mere whispers compared to the thoughts that clouded your mind.

Ajax and Enid hadn’t been together today like Wednesday said they would. So, why would she go through the trouble of sitting next to you, knowing that the spot was occupied by someone else? Why hadn’t she sat with Enid instead?

So many questions flew around your mind, but one aspect of the ordeal stood out to you. Out of all the places she could’ve been, she chose to be beside you. Wednesday had lied to be near you.

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You’d never when Wednesday stood up for you.

You were walking around Jericho Town Square, casually looking at the displays in the windows of the different shops when you caught sight of a group of five normie boys pointing and laughing at you from a distance.

You thought nothing of it until they started to make their way over to you.

You turned around, speed-walking in the opposite direction of the teens. You could hear their footsteps behind you, and as their pace picked up, so did yours. However, you couldn’t outrun them.

You felt a pull on the back of your shirt and before you knew it, you were being dragged into an alleyway and shoved up against a wall by your collar. You let out a grunt from the impact, your head hitting the cement with such force it made you lightheaded.

“Listen carefully, the mayor may let you weirdos roam around, but no one wants you here.”

The dude dressed in a letterman jacket gripped your collar tighter as his entourage laughed, pushing your body higher up on the wall, practically choking you as the material blocked your airways.

You were trembling, half because of fear and the other half from lack of oxygen. You were never one for violence and tried to avoid it at all costs.

“You’re worthless! Jericho would be a better place without mistakes like you here.” One of the four boys that were watching yelled. You couldn’t make out who was saying what as your vision began to blur, consciousness slowly leaving you.

The next thing you knew, your body was falling to the ground. You hit the floor hard, the impact causing you to wince before you felt kicks from every direction. All you could do was lay there and beg them to stop as the pain radiated throughout your body.

The insults and slurs they spat out had become muffled as you curled up into a ball, hands over the sides of your head in an attempt to protect it. It felt like the kicks would never end, until they did.

“Hey!” You heard a familiar voice shout out. The blows had come to an abrupt halt. You looked up to find the source of the sound and your eyes widened when they landed on Wednesday.

“Check it out boys, another freak for us to beat the shit out of. This should be fun.”

The boy who had previously pinned you to the wall had laughed out, the rest chuckling with him. However, they went silent and took a step back as the raven-haired girl pulled out a knife from her boot, inching towards them.

“Leave now or I’ll gut and fillet each and every one of you. And trust me, it wouldn’t be my first rodeo.”

Wednesday practically growled her words at them, fuming in anger. Her glare was as cold as you’d ever seen. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the knife with all of her strength. At that moment, you were convinced she was going to commit murder.

Her threat was enough to send the group running, as expected. Wednesday’s eyes remained on the teens until they were out of sight. She placed the knife in the place she found it before rushing over and dropping to her knees in front of your writhing body.

You were shaking like a leaf, still scared they might return with a vengeance as you voiced your concerns to the girl above you.

“W-Wednesday, what if they come back to hurt me again?” You croaked out, letting out a groan when she lightly touched your side.

“If they do, I’ll make sure their bodies are never found.”

She stared down at you, analyzing your visible injuries before coming to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be able to get up and walk. “I’m going to have to carry you. There’s no way you’ll get to Nevermore on your own, let alone out of this alley.”

You simply nodded as she placed her arms under your body. The moment she lifted you up, an agonizing cry left you. It felt as if your body was on fire. You knew she was being as gentle as she could, that was evident when she began walking. She moved at a slow pace to avoid as much movement and friction as possible.

A few minutes later, you started to feel sleepy, but you were pretty sure your body was just shutting down from the trauma it endured. You managed to murmur a “thank you for saving me,” before closing your eyes and drifting into sleep, not expecting a response.

The colorless girl waited until your breathing had evened out, a sigh leaving her lips as she stared down at you in her arms, still being cautious of each step she took.

“I wish I had sooner.”

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You’d never forget your first kiss with Wednesday.

In the following months after the incident, she’d been less callous towards you. You figured she was pitying you, but this was Wednesday Addams we were talking about. She isn’t capable of pity. So, you had no idea why she was allowing you to get closer to her.

Nevertheless, you enjoyed being able to hang out with the girl without low-key fearing for your life. And with the close proximity, you had developed feelings for her.

It was hard not to fall for Wednesday. She’s incredibly smart, a master at playing the cello, an amazing writer, and beautiful. The only problem was her lack of interest in you.

Sure, you enjoyed learning about her, but she never attempted to learn anything about you.

Reciprocated feelings or not, she was still your friend and it kind of hurt that she showed no regard for who you were as a person. It was almost as if she accepted your company for the sake of having someone there.

So, one day you finally decided to tell her how you felt, for better or for worse.

You’d been in Wednesday and Enid’s room. Enid was at the movie theater with Ajax, leaving you and her roommate alone. The room was silent, the only sound to be heard was the clicks of Wednesday’s typewriter.

You were sitting on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. However, you couldn’t get the girl who was just a few feet away out of your mind. A sigh escaped your lips, grabbing Wednesday’s attention.

“Someone looks miserable.” Her voice, despite the insult, was music to your ears. You knew that was her way of asking what was bothering you. You decided to grow a pair and finally talk to her, seeing as this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

“I know it’s your writing hour, but can we talk? It’s important.” You shyly asked as you stood up and made your way toward her, internally rolling your eyes at yourself. You were trying to sound confident and ultimately failed.

“It better be,” Wednesday mumbled, removing the paper from her typewriter and neatly placing it on the side of her desk. She spun her chair to the side, looking up at you expectantly. You gulped, looking down at the floor as you tried to formulate the words you wanted to say before committing to them.

“So, um, we’ve been friends for a while now, and don’t get me wrong, I’m happy about it. It’s just sometimes it feels like the interest is one-sided. Maybe it just hurts because I have romantic feelings for you, but I want you to see me for who I am. I don’t even know if I’m making any sense. I’ll shut up now.”

You couldn’t even look the girl in the eyes as you attempted to keep your voice stable. Your heart was racing as you waited for her to say something, anything.

A minute had passed before Wednesday stood from her chair. You thought she was about to force you out of the room and tell you to never come near her again, but that didn’t happen. She spoke instead.

“You play with the collar of your uniform when you’re nervous, bite your lip when you’re concentrating, you tremble when you’re scared, and you look down at the floor to avoid eye contact when you’re under stress.”

You looked up at her in shock, instantly making eye contact with the girl. Truthfully, you didn’t even know you did those things yourself. They were simply subconscious ticks that you had. You were about to speak up, but Wednesday had beat you to it.

“You somehow enjoy chick-flicks, your favorite color is a nauseating tone of pink, you’re afraid of the dark so you sleep with a nightlight, you order a caramel frappuccino with extra whipped cream at the Weathervane, and you’re allergic to tomatoes.”

As the raven-haired girl listed off more facts about you, you were rendered speechless. You weren’t even sure how she knew about your nightlight or your tomato allergy, but this wasn’t the time to question her.

All you could do was stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. You were in such disbelief that you didn’t even realize that Wednesday had gotten closer.

You were finally brought back down to earth when you felt her cold hand cup your cheek. You stared deeply into her dark eyes, before taking a leap of faith and connecting your lips with hers.

There was some hesitancy at first, but the feeling of her lips on yours was euphoric.

You were instantly addicted and believed Wednesday felt the same way, if her hands that tangled themselves in your hair were any indication.

When air became an issue, you pulled away, allowing the two of you to catch your breath, your forehead connecting with hers.

Your eyes were closed as you smiled, taking in the moment you had been waiting for, but your eyes fluttered open, locking onto Wednesday’s as she filled the comfortable silence.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’ve never seen anyone as clearly as I do you, Y/N.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams #wednesday addams fluff #wednesday addams x y/n

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carlsdarling · 7 months

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Hello friend! Can you do some Carl x reader with high functioning adhd pls? By hug functioning, I mean intense mood swings, extremely forgetful, super low stress tolerance, gets frustrated very easily, etc. Maybe with a bit of smut :)? 💜

Carl x ADHD! Reader headcanons

Y/N has ADHD, but Carl has gotten used to it... Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: lowkey smut, nsfw

When everyone else is annoyed by your constant restlessness, Carl doesn't mind at all; he's always suggesting activities - usually sex first, of course he means it totally unselfishly *cough*.

Carl and you share a bedroom, so he inevitably notices when you can't sleep again. While the bed is big enough that he could just shift away from you and sleep himself, if he's not completely exhausted and passed out, he'll stay awake with you; you'll watch movies, kiss, sleep with each other, and play video games until you're eventually able to fall asleep.

Carl isn't particularly tidy himself, but he often cleans up after you - especially in the bathroom, because Rick and Michonne get annoyed when one of you leaves it messy.

Carl is used to you not being able to sit still and constantly rocking your feet, crossing your legs, biting your fingernails, and not being able to concentrate on anything. When being active is not possible, for example at important meetings in Alexandria, Carl takes your hand and holds it.

He reminds you of the things you forget. While Denise has taught you to write lists to structure yourself and your daily routines, you often misplace those lists or completely forget to write them at all.

Other people think you babble too much, too fast, and too much nonsense. Carl doesn't mind, he thinks it's cute.

Carl finds your mood swings interesting because they are so unpredictable. He sometimes teases you about it ("Are you on your period again? Okay, at least you're not pregnant then.").

When you're out in the woods or on a scavenging trip, you never run out of energy - Carl admires and envies you for it.

Carl has taught you a few techniques to calm down and focus. For example, he's picked up books on autogenic training and meditation and practiced that with you. But his favorite way to relax and relieve stress remains sex. Not that you would feel any different. You two literally can't keep your hands off each other, and at times your libido is even greater than Carl's - not that he is bothered by that, he likes to sacrifice himself for the good thing....

Rick often gets upset that you are erratic and inattentive during your guard duties. He initially didn't understand what ADHD even meant until Carl calmly explained it to him. Since then, Rick has been more understanding of your moods, and you're always assigned to guard duty with Carl or Enid, since they're the two who can handle you best.

Some foods - especially cola or coffee - exacerbate your ADHD, so Carl tries to keep you away from it what you don't like. You argue about this a lot.

Carl likes your tics. To him, that makes you special.

You have anger attacks in which you lose your temper and throw objects. Carl then holds you tight, presses you against him and murmurs soothing words in your ear until it's over.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808 @taylormarieee @tessasweet @enid-rhee-things

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes imagines #carl fanfiction #carl grimes smut #carl grimes fluff

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ornii · 1 year

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My Better Bitter Half

Wednesday Addams X Twin Brother Reader x Enid Sinclair

Summary: Wednesday has been transferred to Nevermore, luckily Someone there already knows much about her, her twin brother. While you two may be twins you couldn’t be any more alike, after hearing your Sister is coming to Nevermore, you get much more than you bargained for.

Note: hi, this is Ornii, so for my own Canon I decided to Name Wednesdays twin “Vlad”, based off of Vlad the imapiler, who then inspired Dracula. Who’s full name is Vlad Dracul. Anyway into the story,

“Yes Mother I understand..” (Y/n) says calmly as he dresses himself. Standing before a long mirror inside his dorm room. Nevermore was his Home for the past year due to his, oddly charming and dark abilities, as he stands and oozes at his own charm he hears the voice of his mother from a crystal ball.

“Good my little Hell hound, I understand that it will be a bit different with your sister there. Please try and help her adjust to it. You know how, ferocious, she can be. Be patient with her.”

“Unfortunately I was not blessed with the patience you have. But I will, try.” You say, you hear a pleased him from mother and she ends the communication. As you exited your room for the first time today you immediately head to the entrance of Nevermore. Walking past students who give you glares or winks your train of thought you as quickly halted by a voice calling your name. You halt and turn to Enid approaching and slipping over, like an obedient pet.

“Good Moorning!~” she says in a very sing-song voice, you give her a smile on response.

“Good morning to you as Well Miss Sinclair, I suppose you have some gossip to share?”

“Well I’m not all gossip.”

“I doubt that—“

“But, I did get something so cool! A roomie!” She says, (Y/n)’s already slightly pale skin lost a bit more color. If his estimation was correct, his Bubbly, loving best friend is going to room with his literal Nightmare of a sister.

“Poor child.” You say.

“What?” She asks, confused.

“Nothing!” You say smirking, “I hope you enjoy yourself.” You say before leaving, as you enter the main driveway to Nevermore a long black vehicle pulls up and he watches with a devious smirk. The vehicles front door opens up and Lurch steps out. If Frankenstein wasn’t some Myth, that’d be Lurch. Tall, dead looking with a flat head. He Leers over and walks to the back, he opens the door and two step out, Mother and Father. Their gaze goes from the beautiful Nevermore to their Devilish son.

“There is my Hell hound.” Morticia says to (Y/n) who gladly accepts the hug from his mother.

“How does Nevermore fare against our Devil?” Gomez asks and (Y/n) just grins.

“It Never had a Chance, i learn from the best.” He says to them both, he looks past them.

“Is She here?” He asks, Lurch drags her belongings along and she steps out, a almost perfect copy of you, just much more feminine. Long black pigtails compared to your short black Quiff haircut. Wednesday never smiles but your devilish Grin could never leave your face sometimes. You walk over to her, and you both stop close to each other, you notice that you’re a few inches taller, as she has to “Look up” to you.

“Brother.” She Said with that cold attitude, you smirk at this.

“Hello To you too, Dear Sister.” You say, planting your hand on her shoulder. You feel her cold stare of disapproval.

“You know how I feel about contact.”

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it, you despise it.” You say with a laugh, You relent and hug her. You feel her tense up.

“You have three seconds before you lose your arms.” She says and you again let go.

“That’s the sharp tongue I know so well.” You say and motion for her to follow him.

“So, seems Mother and Father have finally shipped you off. What did you do this time?”

“A group of Mouth breathers were bullying Pugsley. The only person who gets to torture my brothers—“

“Will always be you.” You reply, and ask. “So, what’s the damage.”

“A boy lost a testicle.” She says, you half in her footsteps and turn to her.

“I tossed Piranhas into a pool, the rest is up to your imagination.” She says, you stare at her for a second and grin.

“So. You failed to get the job done? I would have poured Red-Bellied, they’re the most dangerous.” You say. As much as Wednesday hated most people, you were the one she hates the least. A small smile creeps along her face hearing your praise of her work. The family enter the principals office and begin conversation.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day you were born?” The Principal of the School Weems asks. (Y/n) and Wednesday sat next to each other, with Gomez and Morticia on opposite sides.

“We were born on Friday the 13th.” (Y/n) says, “from what I was told, Sparks were flying, rain was pouring, a beautiful sight. Unfortunately Wednesday was too busy trying to strangle me in the Womb for it to be absolutely perfect.” You say, you can feel her Ice cold glare hit your neck.

“Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, "Wednesday's child is full of woe." Morticia explains, “and (Y/n)’s comes from a famous ruler in history.” Morticia explains.

“You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?” Weems says.

“And you graduated with your sanity intact impressive.” Wednesday responds coldly, weems was a bit taken aback by her Wit. She ignores this and keeps going.

“You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.” Weems says.

“They haven't built one strong enough to hold me.” Wednesday said. “I bet this place won't be any different.”

“What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.”

“She’s a Modern day Hannibal Lecter. You know without the eating people, isn’t she just lovely?” You say grinning.

“Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.”

“Isn’t that great?” You say smiling.

“Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um... therapy sessions?” Morticia said.

“The court ordered them. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.”

“Did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You're in excellent hands.” Gomez says, and (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“She’s going to eat that therapist alive..” You said,

“I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall.”

“Refresh my memory. Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” Wednesday said, and Weems might be in over her head.

“Should we go meet your new roommate?” Weems says, and they all leave, a look of worry was actually on You, fearing just what Wednesday might do to Enid. She skips over as the door opens and Enid sees (Y/n) and Wednesday.

“Howdy, roomie!” She says with such a cutesy adorable attitude.,

“Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.” You say.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” Enid said worried.

“Wednesday always looks half-dead she was like this for our childhood.” You explain, and Enid looks confused.

“Our childhood?” She asks, you stand next to Wednesday.

“You don’t notice the resemblance?” You say, “Here let me.” You quickly stop smiling and perfectly mimic Wednesdays deadpanned face. They look perfectly identical and she sees the Addams Twins in full force.

“Oh. M. G! You’re his sister! You look so similar! It’s like looking in a mirror! Welcome to Ophelia Hall!” Enid reaches out for a hug and (Y/n) quickly shakes his head no.

“Not a hugger. Got it.” Enid says taking a step back.

“Please excuse My Sister, She's allergic to color.” You explain.

“Oh wow, What happens to you?” Enid asks, fearful of the answer.

“I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.”

“I used to throw colorful fruit at her.” You say with a smile. Weems interrupts and gives a stern smileS

“(Y/n), Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.”

Note: I’ve always found the idea of Wednesday’ having a twin more fascinating due to her very antisocial behavior and personality, and I think they play off of each other so well, the insecurities and inferiority complexes these two ooze out is just, awesome. I want to do some incorrect quotes with them if people would enjoy those. The fencing fight would be very interesting as well.

#netflix #male reader #reader insert #wedensday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x male reader #enid Sinclair #Enid Sinclair x Male Reader #brother #siblings

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talesofesther · 1 year

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sweet calamity | ch 3

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: I think I've rewritten this part about ten times, but I really hope it turned out somewhat good and hopefully doesn't feel rushed.

Masterlist | Read ch 2 here

The sunlight molded itself through the windows, casting shadows over Wednesday as she made her way to the quad. There was no need for her to be going there, none other than meeting up with you.

It's been a week and two days since classes started in Nevermore. Since Wednesday has involuntarily allowed you to be a part of her routine.

She discovered that you shared a handful of classes; sometimes meeting on the way to them, getting paired up in fencing, or finding each other between the greenhouse plants. So occasionally — only because your ability to get lost was unparalleled — Wednesday met up with you so you could walk together.

Enid was thrilled that her two friends had already sort of become friends with each other as well; the werewolf had been planning a girl's night, to which Wednesday was already planning her escape plan.

It's also been a little over a week since the persistent burn on Wednesday's skin has been following her incessantly, lurking around the corners and in the middle of crowded rooms, pulsing with a beat that she already knows the rhythm of.

There are times, late nights when she scars her fingers on the cords of her cello, where she recounts every time that she felt it over the day. You are present in most of them.

It's a coincidence, a foul move of this universe only to confuse her, Wednesday tells herself. It had to be, because she had already touched you, hadn't she?

You're sitting by one of the stone pillars when Wednesday reaches the quad, soft sunlight partly casting over you as you focus on something that's on your hands. There's a cold breeze in the air, getting colder as the days go by and winter quickly approaches. The trees barely hold any green anymore, it was pleasant, despite the sun.

Fewer students are hanging around, and Wednesday hates that she already anticipated the pain before it even happened. She inhales sharply, keeping her steps steady toward you as she pushes the feeling to the very back of her mind. A pattern was slowly starting to form, and despite her eagerness to put an end to things, Wednesday has been choosing to ignore it.

She stopped in front of you, her boots short of hitting your sneakers. "What are you doing?"

Always short and direct. It made you smile as you got up from your spot, your eyes capturing traces of golden light and the entirety of Wednesday's attention.

"Hello to you too, Addams," you smirked.

All Wednesday did was slowly start walking to class, knowing you'd be right beside her.

"These", you opened your palm to reveal a small bunch of seeds, "are lavender seeds. Eugene's bees are quite fond of them."

Wednesday's eyebrows scrunched adorably as she looked at your hand and she pursed her lips in concentration, you're not sure she even realizes she's doing it. You're also not sure if your heart has ever felt this way before — burning hot, valves working overtime each second more that you look at her, leaving scorch marks on your skin for the affection you already hold.

Why so easy? You wonder sometimes. Why does your heart change its rhythm for her?

You're stalling with the answers and you know it. And maybe you don't want answers at all, because this way you might just get to keep her.

Would it be too selfish? Too naive of you?

"He asked if I could grow a few for him." Gently, you picked up a single seed, holding it between your thumb and pointer finger.

Wednesday's gaze followed the movement. She watched as the flower bloomed in your hold, its petals growing until their color was a vivid shade of purple.

"For you," you said softly, looking at Wednesday even softer.

The Addams girl wasn't fond of this particular flower. She had this repulsive, sickening feeling in her chest — one she couldn't name, yet didn't have it in herself to chase away. She took the little thing from your hand, her fingertips almost brushing yours.

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"You know you could just ask permission," Enid suggested, "I'm sure Principal Weems would let you."

Your attention automatically changed to the neglected flowerbed in the middle of the quad, the water from around it was drained and the dead tree that had been burned to a crisp was barely standing on its own.

The sight was saddening to you when you first saw it, and you'd been considering to offer to renovate it.

"You think so?"

"I do," Enid smiled in that bright way only she could manage, propping both elbows on the table so she could rest her head on her hands, "this place desperately needs some color anyway."

You chuckled, tapping your knee with your nails. You could already picture what flowers would go where, and maybe a new tree could be considered as well — it does take a lot of energy from you, but it would look so nice.

"I can go ask with you if you want," Enid offered, apparently sensing your hesitance, her ankle bumping yours under the table.

Your eyebrows raised as you looked at her, "Really? You'd do that?"

"Of course." She tilted her head to the side as a puppy would, "if you let me pick out some of the flowers you'll use."

Your smile was instant, "deal."

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Branches and dead leaves crushed beneath your feet, the small porcelain pot you had on your hands now housed a bunch of pretty lavender flowers. As you walked, you made a mental note of asking Eugene why the bee shed was so deep into the woods.

Maybe it was because of the calmness of the forest.

Or because of the several bee hives, that seemed more likely.

You bit onto your lip as their buzzing reached your ears, placing one foot in front of the other with care; your attentive eyes watching as the bees walked all over their hives, some even flying above you.

You could hear Eugene inside the shed, talking to someone. He had told you bees were gentle, yet walking between them whilst holding a pot full of lavender felt like walking between lions with a freshly hunted deer.

One bee came to you, landing on a petal of your flowers. She had black and bright yellow to her colors, the small legs moving one after the other as she inspected your gift. Gentle indeed.

And it was only because of your new little friend, that you managed to not drop the flower pot.

Your skin was suddenly burning angrily, making you hiss through your teeth. It didn't make sense; you were deep into the woods, isolated, far away from anyone else. Unless-

"Wednesday, you alright?"

Eugene's voice was muffled when it reached you, but it got your heartbeat skyrocketing all the same, to the point where you felt sick to your stomach.

You knew for a fact that he and Wednesday were the only members of this club, he had told you so time and time again and yet it hadn't even crossed your mind when you agreed to bring him these damn flowers.

There was a pull on your chest that was new, as if someone was trying to carve your heart out. You could feel it; the way her soul was desperately calling for yours. Like being so far apart was torture.

A tear came down your cheek before you were able to gulp it back, followed by another, and then one more. Deep down a part of you already knew it, maybe ever since the first time you landed eyes on her. And you had chosen to live in blissful ignorance, but it was impossible to ignore it now.

Wednesday Addams was your soulmate. And she was going to hate you for it.

—

"What's wrong?" Eugene asked with urgency when Wednesday hunched over, clutching her wrist against her chest.

Her brown eyes took on a darker shade because of her anger, she huffed through her nose; "I'm considering chopping my arm off, that's what's wrong," she told him through gritted teeth.

Wednesday stomped to the shed's door, pushing it open with force and almost taking the old thing off its hinges.

She looked around frantically, searching for any signs of her other half. There was nothing but the rustling of leaves and the buzzing of bees.

"Why would you do that?" Eugene stood beside Wednesday, adjusting his glasses and following her gaze with confusion as to what she was looking for.

The bees were slowly but surely making their way to a pop of color that rested on a table beside one of the hives. Wednesday walked up to it, "so I can get rid of whatever link the universe thinks I must have with-"

Her words got somewhat tangled in her throat, because the pop of color was a shade of purple she knew already.

———

"… And Principal Weems loved the idea," Enid smiled, the food tray that held her dinner almost spilling its contents with the way she bounced, "it'll look fabulous, she's even letting me pick some of the flowers."

"Fascinating," Wednesday deadpanned, holding a tray of her own.

They reached their table, with Enid sitting on the opposite side of Eugene and leaving some room for Wednesday by her side.

The boy perked up as soon as his friends arrived; "Wednesday, have you felt it again?"

Enid's fork stopped short of reaching her mouth, "felt what?"

"Eugene, you have a mouth that's too big for your own good." Wednesday huffed, slowly setting her tray down.

Too late, because Enid's curiosity had already been poked. "What did she feel?" The werewolf's gaze changed between Wednesday and Eugene animatedly.

"Today in the bee shed," Eugene started, just as thrilled as Enid, "Wednesday felt the soulmate burn." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Enid's eyes were nearly glinting, her lips parted in a wolfish grin, "OMG, no way. Wednesday, you have to tell me absolutely everything about it," she squealed.

Wednesday eye's almost rolled to the back of her head, "I don't, actually. Because it's insignificant."

The look Enid gave her friend made it seem like Wednesday had personally offended her; "How could you say that? It's the most exciting thing. The person that's meant for you, it's right here in Nevermore. Do you have any suspicions? Oh, I could help you look."

Enid's excitement overwhelmed Wednesday. "Stop it, Enid," she said with finality, "this is no reason to be happy about. If anything I'd prefer them on the other side of the world. It's doing nothing besides being in my way."

With that, Wednesday finally sat down, eyes glued to the food she no longer desired to eat. "So drop it," she ended.

—

Your plan was simple enough.

All you had to do was touch Wednesday, without her knowing. Simple.

You had been pondering over it the entire day. You could still feel your eyes stinging and puffy, no matter how much water you threw on your face.

But it felt like the most sensible thing to do, right? This way you get to at least keep being friends with her, and she won't have to deal with the inconvenience of having her soul tied to yours.

Yes, this is the right thing. You kept replaying the words in your head like a mantra as you pushed open the huge wooden doors of the cafeteria.

As per usual, it was filled with outcasts. Your eyes skimmed over the crowd, looking for the one who tugged at the strings of your poor heart. You found her walking beside Enid, they were talking — well, Enid was talking — and making their way to Eugene's table apparently.

You breathed in deeply. It was now or never. You tugged your hoodie over your head; just in case she saw you, there was a lesser chance of her recognizing you.

Your hands were shaking.

Maybe it was meant to be this way.

Your boots were thudding the stone floor with each slow step.

Maybe that's why destiny hasn't allowed you to ever be alone with her.

You felt like a rope was tied around your throat, tightening by the second. Your vision slightly blurring.

Will your bond with her go away once you do this?

Just before reaching Wednesday, you caught sight of Andrew — a cool guy, usually your partner in Anatomy class — and he was getting up from his seat, empty tray in hand.

You figured you could make it up to him later for using him as a means to an end.

You hurried beside him, linking your arm around his free one with a smile, "Andrew, hey."

The boy looked down at you in surprise, but smiled when he saw who it was. "Hey, what's up?"

"Will you walk with me? I was just uh-" you narrowed your eyes, raking your mind for some excuse to tell him, "just heading over to the kitchen to grab some dessert." Good one.

A faint blush came to his cheeks and you cursed yourself for it. It's alright, he'll get over it.

"Of course, yeah, let's go."

You nodded excitedly, which caused a single tear to escape and slide down your cheek, but you were quick to brush it away before he noticed.

Tugging the boy a little closer to you, you started walking between the tables, each step bringing you closer to Wednesday.

You quickened your steps when she placed her tray down. And even from afar, you could tell she looked unhappy.

"If anything I'd prefer them on the other side of the world. It's doing nothing besides being in my way."

Wednesday's words resembled a sharp knife being steadily plugged into your chest. You didn't need context to know what she was talking about, and it just gave you more reason to believe this was the right thing to do.

You took a breath and held it in for a moment.

It happened both too fast and too slow. Mere seconds that felt like an eternity and a blink.

The tip of your pinkie brushed her own, just before Wednesday sat down. Your skin tingled as it grazed hers. You didn't dare look back, didn't change the rhythm of your steps or the pace of your breathing. All you did is keep walking, with your hand clutching Andrew's arm.

But there was a sudden quietness, the loud chattering of the cafeteria being muffled to your ears. The skin of your hand burned, almost to the point of unbearable and going all the way to the mark on your wrist — with it, you could feel the pace of a heartbeat that wasn't your own, but it was slowly fading, slipping away from your grasp and then…

Nothing. There was nothing. It felt like the stillness of the deep sea waters, calm and steady after a storm.

You pursed your lips to keep the sobs in, feeling the salty taste of your tears.

You read once that the red string of fate that connects two people can never be broken, it may tangle or stretch but never break. So why did you feel like you could hear the snap of it when you walked away from her?

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Hello! Would you be able to write a smut Marilyn x student reader please where the student got into a fight with another student and Marilyn gave them a detention and then punishes the reader? Could it be a soft dom Marilyn please? Thanks :)

of course! so sorry for the wait, after writing such big chaps for my fic im just starting to go through requests! hope u enjoy feedback so appreciated <33 as always w my fics, reader is 20 and a student.

title: unpunishable

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader, established relationship, reader/enid friendship

tw/warnings: extreme dumbification/degradation, deep throating, strap on usage, praise!kink, mommy!kink, soft dom!marilyn thornhill, bottom!reader, heavy subspace, fluff, smut, aftercare, strap packing, cum filled strap on, slight blood kink, small warning for violence against reader

word count: 5239

You can’t remember who started, or how it starts, but at the end of the day, you’re honestly just so fucking thankful that it did.

You’ll never just, sit there and let injustice happen; it’ll always feel like bile in your stomach and a festering, hot feeling of righteousness that demands to be felt. So really, it’s not your fault that when you overhear a fur from a nearby table next to yours talking about Enid’s face scars, that prickling feeling of unease and annoyance floods your throat.

Wednesday isn’t back from class yet, so when you look up and across the table, you realise Enid hears the comments too.

You soften, suddenly overcome with needing to make sure your friend is okay. If Wednesday was here, you know they’d already be murdered.

“Yeah sure,” You hear from the male furs. “That Sinclair chick took down a Hyde, but she still got her shit rocked.” Laughter rings out, making you reach across the table to lay your hand gently by Enid’s arm.

Enid winces at the words, blue eyes shining with tears in the afternoon sun.

“Hey,” You say, ducking your head slightly as Enid looks up. You send her a smile, squeezing to her arm. “Don’t listen to them, okay? They’re being...”

Pricks. Cunts. Dickheads. You land on something softer for Enid’s sake.

“Huge fucking assholes.”

Enid huffs on soft laughter at that, playing with a bracelet on her wrist that you remember Wednesday got her the other month for their anniversary. She’s looking to it longingly, absentmindly reaching up and touching her face scars.

The bracelet she seeks comfort in has a small wolf charm on it, and it reminds you of the garnet ring Marilyn got you two months ago. You flush red at the memory, feel your stomach flip as your thumb plays with the band on your ring finger.

At that moment, you look up, notice Miss Thornhill is standing by the entrance of the quad with Larissa and talking while overseeing the students; and when you catch eyes, she sends you a quick wink and soft smile that has you biting your lip on a lovesick grin.

“Thanks,” Enid says shyly, plastering on a bright smile as she tries to drown out the voices.

It brings you out of your haze, blinking back to the blonde and smiling in support back. “I know they’re wrong, Willa tells me every day. It’s just-”

And you’re so attentive to your friend, still blushing a little from Marilyn, and so empathetic and ready to listen to Enid that you honestly don’t feel the harsh, demanding shove on your shoulder until Enid’s frowning to someone behind your back.

“Hey!”

You frown aswell, turn in your seat at the touch and voice. When you look up, you realise it’s one of the furs from the table. The boy is tall, and when you raise an expectant eyebrow at him, he scoffs. He’s flanked by a werewolf girl you recognise from botany. You always thought she was nice, but now she’s scowling at you from beside him and you shrink a little at the sudden attention on you.

The boy folds his arms, spitting out. “Wanna call me an asshole to my face?”

You widen your eyes, wincing to yourself. Fuck, werewolf hearing. But instead of rising to the teenage scornful bait, you worry your bottom lip with your teeth and turn back around to Enid.

“Uh, nope, I’m good.”

Then you jump a little, because the girl that was next to him is suddenly grabbing to the lapel of your blazer, tugging harshly enough that you are pulled right from the picnic table.

The touch is so abrupt you freeze in your reaction, realising fast how serious this is as you’re hauled to your feet. You tumble and right yourself at the last second by grabbing to her clenched fist that holds your tie now, shoving her roughly off.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, laughing in absurdity at the action. The girl comes back from the push, shoving you hard enough from her supernatural strength that you stumble back with your hands on the table. You part your lips in shock, blinking back to her at how fast this escalated.

Enid jumps up, growling and coming to your aid as she holds to your elbow to steady you. “Okay, seriously, back off-”

But the other fur ignores her, gritting out in some indignant rage that is hard to place, you’re not sure where the fuck it’s come from. Maybe she’s just one of those people who always feels angry at something, or someone.

“I think my boyfriend asked you a question, normie.” She spits to you.

“Oh my god,” You say, huffing on an incredulous laugh. “You’re insane. He started it by being such an obnoxious fucking asshole about my friend.” The girls' eyes harden, and Enid’s jaw drops in shock at your words.

“Jesus, it’s not my fault you’re so wrapped around his tiny dick that you can’t even-”

You have a less than a millisecond to register the punch that comes flying at your face.

And it’s not enough time to dodge or anything before it lands, sending you to the grass as stars blink behind your eyes. You feel how your nose immediately starts gushing blood, and you catch yourself on your palms, rolling on your back from the force. Leaning up onto your elbow, you cradle the spot that is now throbbing with pain.

“Shit,” You hiss, moaning at the excruciating, flaring ache. You quickly hold tighter to your nose, feeling blood drip down your uniform and into your mouth and to your chin.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears stinging behind your eyelids from the pain and when you swallow you taste so much metal you gag.

Tilting your head back to the sky, you whine. “Shit, oh god, fuck that hurts-”

Enid gasps, by your side in a second and placing her hand by your shoulder. “What is wrong with you?” She growls up to the other furs, who are smiling and scoffing at how easily you went down.

It’s not really fair, you’re only human.

“Seriously? Are you guys twelve?” Enid spits out.

The blonde helps you up to the table, and you send her a warm, grateful look behind your bloody hand that Enid reciprocates. And before the girl who out of nowhere fucking punched you can get another jab in, you’re startling in your seat when you hear a shout.

“Hey!”

Still cradling your nose, blood down your wrist, you look up as Miss Thornhill makes it to you. You’ve never seen her so enraged, seething as she approaches your table and fixes her glasses in her hurry.

She must have seen the whole thing from where she was, and when you catch eyes, you honestly tear up a little more at how her entire demeaner shifts in the second she drinks in your state. Into something so worried and loving you feel like crying.

It’s back to a protective, hot anger once more the second her eyes land on the girl who punched you.

“You two,” She seethes to the furs, and you watch in satisfaction as they stand still, caught out as Marilyn frowns and folds her arms. She’s so fiery with rage her nails dig into her forearms.

“Go straight to Principle Weem’s office. Now.” She barks, making you flush red at her authority.

The furs seem shocked, completely unprepared for kind, sweet Miss Thornhill's voice to sound so dangerous, so they blubber for an excuse. The girl scoffs, flexing the hand she punched you with. You watch Marilyn’s eyes catch the movement, and her eyes darken impossibly more at the action.

“She started it, Miss Thornhill, she-”

Marilyn steps closer, narrowing her eyes, and your heartbeat goes erratic at her protective streak flaring for you. You shiver, swallowing thickly and tasting iron.

“Oh, I could not care less about who started it, young lady. Both of you, out of my sight.” She barks, and your breath hitches at the tone.

You watch in a daze how they glare to you, follow Marilyn’s instructions and leave. You shift in your spot, wincing at the pain in your nose and blushing as Miss Thornhill’s entire hard, angry façade falls away the instant she turns to you.

Her hazel eyes soften, she looks torn between whisking you away to look after you, or go follow those teenagers and murder them in broad daylight. Instead, the other woman immediately kneels infront of you, politely asking Enid to go tell the nurse they’ll be there shortly.

Then when the blonde is gone, Marilyn is tilting your chin up and you tear up even more when she hushes you gently, breathing out.

“God, baby,” She almost whispers, not to be heard, and it’s so tender your stomach flips.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? I can’t believe they did that to you.” She furrows her brows, still so enraged but trying to hold onto something tender, because you’re hurt, and your wellbeing comes first before anything.

And her love for you, her angry but soft, concerned look has you so in her orbit, so ready for her care that it shocks you. The adrenalin is wearing off, all that’s left is this slight taste of fear. You don’t feel emboldened anymore, you feel slightly embarrassed at Marilyn seeing you like this.

But you still nod your head to her question, and sparkles of pain dance behind your eyes.

Marilyn notices, feels your slightly shaky free hand that she’s holding in your lap squeeze a little tighter, and softens even more so.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know, I bet it hurts, honey.” She says sympathetically, and your stomach flips.

“Here, can you lower your hand for me?” Marilyn gently coerces, wrapping her other hand around your bloody wrist that holds your nose. “I need to see how bad it is, sweet girl.”

You whimper in pain as the pressure leaves, eyes squeezing shut as Miss Thornhill’s gentle fingers prod to the ridge of your nose. You hiss and your knees snap together in response to the pain, gritting your teeth. She hushes you, apologising softly as she finishes assessing.

“Sorry," She breathes out sincerely. “Thank God, it’s not broken.” And you deflate a little in relief at that.

“Really?” You anxiously say, relaxing as Marilyn nods and sends you a small, reassuring smile.

Then you’re widening your eyes as the blood doesn’t stop, you quickly hold your soaked hand to your nose again and whine; apologetically looking to Miss Thornhill as some of your blood dripped on her hand.

“Oh my god, I-I'm sorry Marilyn. I didn’t mean to.”

But the red head just smiles, absolutely unfazed at the blood on her as she chuckles endearingly.

“Sweetie, you have nothing to apologise for. I’m a teacher, this is more common than you think. Here,”

Then Marilyn is shrugging off her cardigan, leaving her in her soft blouse and slacks as she tilts your chin up again and patiently waits for you to lower your hand.

Realisation dawns on you as you stutter at the loving action, blushing to your neck. “Wait, no, I don’t want to ruin your-”

Miss Thornhill patiently interrupts you, raising a faux stern eyebrow. “Hush, baby girl,” You quieten instantly, the term so familiar and achingly alluring you sink into that space. And your obedience isn’t lost on the other woman, she hums pleasantly as her eyes warm.

“Your wellbeing means more to me than some cheap cardigan. Now,” She starts, still holding to your chin patiently. “Lower your hand for me, please.”

You bite your lip, realise too late that in doing so you taste more blood. But you do what she says and gently reach up with her as Marilyn places her bunched up cardigan to your bloody nose, and you melt with how doting she’s being, even so publicly. You can smell her perfume on the fabric (its so comforting and addicting you ache) as you blink away tears and blush when you shiver at the sensation.

And you know to anyone else she just looks like she’s doing her job, but you suddenly want to be somewhere private, somewhere you don’t have to hide the love on your face for her.

Almost as if reading your mind, the other woman stands up, laying her palm softly by your shoulder and urging you up. She looks like she wants privacy too, some place she can kiss your injury and hold you close.

“Come with me, darling. I have remedies that will help with the bruising.”

You follow like second nature, but can’t help pouting a little behind her cardigan at the words. “Oh, bruising?” You’ve never been punched in the face before, how bad can it be?

Marilyn huffs on this soft laugh, one that makes your eyes go a little love struck. As you walk to her conservatory, she places her hand protectively on your lower back to guide you, and you sink into the comfort all too willingly.

“Yes, unfortunately.” She says, humming thoughtfully. “But not to worry, nature can heal anything, sweetheart.” She sends you this adorable teasing wink, one that has you smiling behind her cardigan.

Then, in the almost empty halls of Nevermore, Miss Thornhill leans a little closer to your ear as you walk. Her hand at your lower back snakes to your hip, squeezing once and making you flush red.

“Besides,” She starts, making your breath hitch at her low voice. “I hate the thought of my pretty girl’s face all marked up.”

You swallow thickly at her tone, taste blood and desire and try and not shiver at her voice.

You fail, because pretty girl from her lips feels like heaven, making you think with a sudden, pathetic need, that: yes, that’s all I am, mommy. I’m your pretty girl. Nothing else.

The flush on your cheeks must be obvious, because Marilyn smirks and leans back, and her touch doesn’t leave your hip the whole way.

Her grip says: I’m not done with you. You’re mine. Just wait until I show you.

Miss Thornhill doesn’t take you to the nurses office, or the conservatory like you thought, but straight to her private dorm on the wing of Ophelia Hall.

You’ve been here before, but it never fails to make your heartbeat thud dangerously in your chest.

Because you think of all the nights you’ve spent here with her, and they pass through your memories sending you into this spacey fog that is impossible to come back from.

(Marilyn taking you on her bed for the first time, fucking you against her kitchen counter with her strap as you moaned into her neck, the moment you went down on her on her couch in front of the fire, and Marilyn said how good you felt as she pulled your hair and came all over your chin and down your neck.

Or the first time you kneeled for her, took her cock in your mouth, choking softly with watery doe eyes looking back up to her. And she was so gentle with you as she fucked you mouth, dripping you in praise so sweet you felt like floating; because Marilyn groaned at seeing you on your knees and so dumbed down. Her hips stuttered, it made you whine as she fucked your throat harder, and you drooled around her and she -)

“Darling?”

Marilyn’s amused voice brings you out of your daze, blinking back to her as she shuts her dorm door behind you both. You watch her make it to her kitchen, crouching slightly by the cupboards to find her remedies and a soft cloth to clean you up with. You shyly smile back, blush a little, as best as you can still nursing her cardigan to your injured nose.

“Sorry,” You say. Marilyn looks to you, softens as she stands up and walks over. You gasp a little when the other woman gently takes the fabric of her cardigan from your nose, checking if it’s still bleeding.

The pads of her fingers tilts your chin up, and you obediently move your head to her will.

“I think the punch gave me a headache? I’m all...”

Marilyn hums in question when you trail off, wiping her thumb softly against the slick vibrant red at your top lip to smear it away.

Your chest goes breathless at the action, dazed and needy as she then wipes it properly off with the washcloth she grabbed. Marilyn must have run it under the tap when you were lost in your daydream, because when she carefully wipes at your lips, its warm and comforting like her touch.

“Spacey.” You breathe out, so suddenly dizzy it’s hard to stand. You sway a little, caught by Marilyn’s steady hand at your waist as she chuckles fondly.

You blink, flush red, reach up to hold to her flexing biceps and almost swoon again.

God, you think. I love your arms. Pin me down, hold me close, I love how strong you are. Show me just how much.

“Sweetheart, I think you need to sit down.” She says affectionately, fixing her glasses.

And you’re helpless to how pliant you are like this. You nod immediately, and don’t miss how Marilyn sends you this knowing look, like she knows what headspace you’re falling into.

Maybe it’s the way she protected you, so enraged at the mere sight of seeing you injured – you love her possessive streak, you love when her nice, perfect demeaner falls away the second you’re in danger.

Maybe it’s the way that being here, in her dorm, makes you think of all the ways she’s taken you. Of riding her until you can’t think, of her saying in such a mocking, sweet way that: “Oh baby, does Mommy have her dumb girl on her cock right now?”

Fuck.

You sit onto her couch with a soft, out of it thump, looking back up to her with stars in your eyes.

Miss Thornhill just chuckles fondly at your expression, resuming wiping gently at your nose with the warm washcloth.

You soften, blush a little, being looked after like this is making you warm all over. The other woman is so careful as she dabs at your skin, other hand tilting your chin up to her; she hushes in apology when you wince at a particular spot she cleans that feels tender.

Then, your face is clean of blood, the tip of your nose kissed tenderly by Marilyn. You honestly tear up a little at the gesture.

“Now,” Marilyn begins softly, fingers tightening just this slight amount on your chin. You shift at the sudden change as she forces you to look up into her gaze.

“I need you to be honest with me, baby. Can you do that?”

Your throat bobs at her tone, how small and chastised it makes you feel. You glide your hands up and down the tops of your thighs, because suddenly the urge to reach up and tug at her belt loops needily washes over you.

“Mhm.” You hum out affirmatively, and Marilyn’s hazel eyes flash at how obedient you’re being as you nod softly.

The other woman then worries her bottom lip, sighing softly. “Was that girl telling me the truth? Did you start the fight, my love?”

Your lips part, immediately shaking your head and stuttering out. “N-No! No, I swear, Mari. She threw the first punch after I-”

You suddenly stop, blushing hot and pink across your nose as you realise that. Well. Technically you did. You retaliated by calling them assholes and sneering at them; but you never pushed back, or instigated anything more than words being hurled.

Marilyn raises an eyebrow at how you shrink, shaking your leg up and down in nervousness as you shut your eyes briefly at being caught out.

“After you what? Did you start the fight, honey?” She patiently questions; yet her voice has hardened slightly, into this sweet syrupy disappointed lilt.

You whine, opening your eyes slowly back up to her and slurring out. “Um, I, no? I just...”

Words are so fucking hard right now, you feel all fuzzy and lightheaded being scolded, even more so that you’ve already been daydreaming about needing her, of her fucking you dumb until you can’t walk.

Then, hot heat rushes to the small of your belly, because Marilyn snorts on this sardonic chuckle and rolls her eyes, lightly slapping your cheek with the hand that was at your chin. You whimper, squirm in your seat at the light pleasurable sting of it.

“Baby,” She coos, furrowing her brows mockingly to you and tsking; you blush to your chest at the tone.

“It’s not a hard question.” Marilyn continues, and when her hand retakes your chin, thumb rubbing softly to your bottom lip, you sink.

“It’s very easy actually, you just answer “Yes, mommy” or “No, mommy.”

Your stomach flips, the condescension has you dizzy, like Marilyn’s words were the stoking metal prod to your embers and Mommy hits you right in the chest. You part your lips, throat choking on this pathetic moan as you answer her, shaking your head like a good girl.

“No,” You say, nibbling lightly at your bottom lip in need. You know your doe eyes are glassy, sheened over with the subspace Marilyn guides you into.

“No, mommy. I didn’t start it. I...” You whine, shut your eyes in shame as you squirm in your seat. “I just, they were being cruel to Enid, so I called them names. And- and taunted them. Then she hit me.”

At hit me, you see Marilyn’s dominant façade crack this slight amount, because just the thought of you hurt breaks her heart. And you swoon, eagerly tilt your head when she bends down a little and kisses you softly. You chase it, mewl into her mouth when Miss Thornhill deepens it and sighs against your mouth.

“Good girl,” She murmurs, and you chase the praise until it sinks into the small of your belly, has your eyes reopening and sheening over with want.

“Thank you for being honest with me, baby.” Marilyn says, but you don’t have a moment to preen at the words, or feel anything other than a want so deep and visceral you go lightheaded at the sensation because then she sighs out-

“I still have to punish you though, honey.” Marilyn says, and her thumb smooths back and forth over your bottom lip, making you shiver. Your lips part slightly as you beg with your eyes, wanting Marilyn to push past your lips and make you suck it.

“I’m not happy with how you put yourself in danger like that,” The other woman says, disapproving yet soft, her hazel eyes are still so gentle around the edges. “You could have seriously gotten hurt if I hadn’t stepped in.”

You nod, too caught in her aura to agree to anything else. She’s right, Marilyn’s always right. And you can be her good girl and agree and sit pretty and patient, just how she loves you.

“You’re right, m’sorry, Mari.” You slur slightly, blushing across your cheekbones at the way your brain drops.

You squeeze your thighs lightly together, finally your desperation wins out as you reach up and hook your fingers in the belt loops of her slacks. You tug, doe eyes watering needily. “I could have gotten so hurt without you.”

The soft groan that leaves Marilyn’s throat at how you recite her words, how you look beneath her, makes you gush; it has you throbbing at the mere sound of it. She tuts, pouting mockingly too you as you tug at her pants pathetically.

“Oh, that’s right, my darling girl. You’re just so useless and dumb, hm? Need Mommy for everything don’t you?”

At that, you fall.

You’re nothing but Marilyn’s now, you’re nothing but her dumbed down girl to use and control, you’re nothing but whatever she moulds you into and the whine that leaves your lips is so desperate, so wanting, that your voice cracks on the weight of it.

Marilyn’s eyes darken at the sound, thumb pulling down your bottom lip and playing with you softly. You’re almost drooling in her hold.

“I think your punishment should fit the crime, baby.” She says, eyes flicking immediately to your bobbing throat. She looks enamoured by you like this, all pliant and willing in her hold.

When she speaks next, Miss Thornhill’s voice is so gravelly and husky your thighs gush sticky with your wetness.

“You’re gonna take Mommy’s cock in your throat like a good girl. I need my pretty baby to use her mouth for something else other than insults. Does that sound fair, sweetheart?”

Oh my fucking god.

The tears at your eyes almost fall down your cheeks, you whimper, you bounce a little in your seat in eagerness and nod your head because you want that feeling so bad again; the first time you did it wasn’t enough, because Marilyn didn’t give you the satisfaction of letting her cum filled strap go down your throat, she stopped before letting you take her cum the way you so desperately wanted.

Marilyn kisses your cheek to let you know she heard your silent pleas, and you’re suddenly breathless because you let Marilyn tug you up and switch positions – wordlessly pushing to your shoulders to kneel as she sits at the couch.

She murmurs this sweet and praise filled: “Good girl.” that you blush at, sinking to your knees immediately and trying not to grind on the heel of your feet in need because- fuck, god,- you watch your girlfriend’s veiny, lilth fingers simply unbuckle her belt as her hips rise a little to tug her work slacks down.

Your heartbeat is solid and loud in your lower belly, because this whole time Marilyn’s been packing and you had no idea. She takes her length out of her briefs, pants pooled at her mid thigh, and you whimper you fucking shiver when Marilyn’s hand strokes her cock slightly, tugging lovingly to your hair at the base of your neck so you fall fowards, letting go and gliding to your mouth.

And with one, simple command, you soak your underwear and almost start to sob. “Open, honey.”

You part your lips obediently, looking back up with needy doe eyes and the sight looks like it sends Marilyn crazy. You know if her cock was real she’d be rock hard, leaking pre cum all over your lips and chin just at seeing you like this. The image is enough to make you whine, push forwards eagerly and take the tip of her length in your mouth as your lips close around her.

Miss Thornhill groans, deep and guttural, she can’t stop the involuntary buck of her hips to go deeper and your throat accommodates so easily, moaning as she sinks halfway deep into your mouth.

Your eyes water, choking slightly in need as Marilyn starts pulling out, just to sink back into your mouth and bite her lip on a whimper at seeing you let her fuck your throat.

“Baby,” She breathlessly moans, hand coming to tug at your hair and make you mewl around her cock. She sets a slow pace, her grip holding you in place as her hips grind into you.

“Oh god, that’s it. Take me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You look so pretty like this.”

You blink, a desperate tear falling from your eyelid at how spacey and good you feel – you close your eyes and suck her cock earnestly, reaching up to tug her forwards by her harness that peaks through her briefs.

Marilyn gasps, lets out this aroused and feral growl of “Oh fuck, baby,” that has goosebumps lining across your arms and inner thighs. Then she’s picking up her pace, making you choke and drool around her cock until your making this desperate, whining noise at the back of your throat where her tip hits.

You love hearing Marilyn like this, breathless and panting at how dumbed down and hers you look right now. Then her hand that was tight in your hair glides down, cups you at your jawline; it has you whining around her as she never lets up in rolling her hips and fucking you.

“Gonna come in your mouth, sweetheart.” She groans, eyelids fluttering shut briefly at your answering wanton mewl. When they reopen, her hazel eyes are almost black as her throat bobs in desperation. “Want Mommy’s cum all down your throat? You’ve been so good with your punishment, I think you deserve a reward.”

Even if you weren’t taking her like this, you know you wouldn’t be able to speak at hearing that. You tug needily on her strap harness in answer, moan and nod as best as you can around her length and before you can question how, because you don’t realise the type of strap she’s wearing, Marilyn’s reaching to the base of her cock just where your lips are starting to hit.

You see the tendon of her wrist flex, then nothing exists in your mind, you go completely head empty and dumb when you feel the warm, wet feeling of her releasing in your mouth and down your throat.

And even though Marilyn can’t actually feel it she, fuck, she puts it on for you. She moans and gasps and praises you, doesn’t stop until you’ve taken every last drop. The feeling of her thick ropes of cum filling you have you moaning desperately, muffled as you whine and swallow as best as you can.

You feel this familiar, gut-wrenching twist in your lower belly and you mewl pathetically, realising that you’re fucking coming yourself at feeling Marilyn gush down your throat. You blush when you clench around nothing, soaking your underwear and whimpering as your doe eyes water and you reach your peak so fast and so suddenly.

You know you’re drooling; you know you’re so fucked dumb that there’s spit and Marilyn’s cum leaking from the corner of your lips, but you don’t care, you don’t care when it feels so fucking good.

And the sight of you has Miss Thornhill part her lips on a feral moan, slowing down her thrusts as she finishes in your mouth.

Her thumb catches and wipes away the line of her cum and drool leaking from your lips, making you let out this needy gasp as she pulls her cock from your mouth. You feel empty, eyes watering at not having Marilyn all around you. The other woman notices, pouting mockingly and tilting your chin up with the hand that wiped your lips.

“Oh honey, you’re okay.” She coos, and you feel like there’s sunlight under your skin.

“You did so well for me. Such a good girl, always. God,” She breathes out, in awe at you kneeling for her. “You’re such a good fuck toy for Mommy, aren’t you?”

Your throat chokes on this pathetic whimper, it floors you it fucking brings you to a mindset you’ve never felt before. Yes, you’re her fuck toy. You’ll be whatever she needs you to be. You nod immediately, nuzzling into her palm and begging for more, begging to ride her cock until you don’t know your own name.

And Marilyn gives it to you, over and over and over again.

This doesn’t feel like a punishment, it feels like fucking heaven.

#marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #wednesday netflix #laurel gates x reader #marilyn thornhill x fem reader #reader fic #christina ricci #reader & enid sinclair #my fic #oooh this got so long. did not mean that dksskd but feels good to post a request!

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djljpanda · 1 year

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Hello can i req a Wednesday addams x injured! fem! reader who got hurt by being reckless and she has Big bruise on her side above her hip and tries to hide it and is also oblivious to the fact wednesday is trying to hint to her that she likes her and so maybe enid knows abt the bruise and tells wednesday and wednesday confronts reader and readers like ‘pfft noo,” and than wednesday grabbes readers side where the bruise is and reader like flinches away and turns around, glancing at the wound and maybe wednesday forces her to let her take care of it and maybe wednesday silently confesses and they kiss? thanks!

Okay it wasn't your fault...well yeah it was.

You, Yoko, and Enid were goofing around playing outside. So while you two were joking you wanted to show that you could do a backflip but when you did you landed weird.

As you got up Yoko and Enid notice that your movement was a bit strange. And for a week you were walking at bit weird but when the two would try and talk to you about you would just brush them off.

So Enid thought, 'Why not send Wednesday?', so she did. And Wednesday didn't waste no time as in her mind there is something wrong with her future soulmate.

As Enid send Wednesday to make sure you were okay bur also cause she knew that Wednesday wasn't leaving good hints for you.

You were working on some homework you heard a knock at your door only for you to tell them that it's open and to come in. To your surprise it wad Wednesday and immediately you knew this was Enid doing.

"Ah Ms.Addams what a surprise what makes you come" "I heard your injured" "Pfft-No-Did Enid tell that cause if she did she-Owwww". As you were making up an excuse Wednesday grabbed your hip, well if it wasn't for the pain it caused you, you would be a blushing mess.

"I knew it Sit", Wednesday said and from her firm tone you knew you had to listen to her.

As you sat down Wednesday took out an ice pack she had picked up on her way here. "May I pick up your shirt", at that comment your face turned red but you nodded picking up your shirt to show her your big bruise.

She gently placed the ice pack at your hip as she let go once your hand reached for it, when she pulled away and yours came down the two hands touche.

"Y/n the bruise is bad what if it was something worse" "I know but it was just a bruise they all go away eventually". Wednesday knew you were always the carefree, reckless one but she hated when you became your stubborn self.

"I just hope you take care of it not everyone should be worried over you" "Well I just don't see why you are worried so much" "You tell me that is if I want to when hate always worrying over you" "Well than don't isn't your whole personality about being cold" "It's only because I love you".

You looked at Wednesday shocked because for a minute you were angry for her and everyone else treating you as some sort of trouble child who can't take care of themselves to a tomato.

"I-i-i should go whatever you want" "Wait", you said jumping up only to hurt yourself to make you let out a hiss. Wednesday turned back to you as she helped you sit down, she can't leave you like this.

"Wednesday, sit up here", Wednesday surprisingly listen to you as she sat next to you. "Is it true" "Sadly yes" "Well I worry for you too", Wednesday knew what you ment as you wanted to make sure she was comfortable so you picked your wording right.

There was a silent till you and Wednesday slowly leaned into each other lips.

Well looks like Wednesday is now your forever nurse.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x gn reader #wednesday #wednesday x fem reader #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader

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wlfhrdlover · 1 year

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Hello can you do a Ajax reader when the reader has been dating Ajax months ago but still shy, Ajax noticed and decide to confront her about that. With fluff please 💕✨

of course!! I didn't understand well what you meant with being shy but I hope you like it!

GORGEOUS

Ajax Petropolus x shy!reader

summary: when Ajax noticed how you would never look at his face, he decided to confront you.

WARNINGS! use of pet names like "my love" and "baby", fluffiness.

Something that always plagued Ajax's mind was the fact that you couldn't look at his face, even after months in a relationship with you.

He always wondered if it had something to do with his snakes or even if he was ugly. Of course, you always assured him that he was pretty and when you two were alone, you would shower him with small kisses around his face or arms, but still, you couldn't look at his face.

When Ajax first met you, he thought that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, you were always so quiet and if it wasn't Thornhill's project, he wouldn't even know how your voice sounded like. He never cared about the fact that you didn't liked to talk, he would do it for you if you asked, he loved to help you and hold your hand when you needed to do something that was out of your comfort zone.

He knew that you were shy and sometimes a pile of nerves, that's why he never confronted you about the "look at anything else but him" thing, but he was starting to grow worried.

That's why he was stuck in Enid's room rambling about it.

— Is it my face? I don't know!- he exclaimed and Enid only watched him amused.

— Ajax, I'm pretty sure that this have nothing to do with your face, you should just talk to them you know?- she chuckled and the boy sighed.

— Maybe, I'll invite them to my dorm today and then we can talk, I guess- he looked at the blonde.

— They're just shy, I don't think you need to worry about it- she raised her eyebrows- I think it's kinda cute how they blush and hide their face on your shoulder whenever you kiss them- she said and he smiled.

— Yeah, they're really cute and beautiful, they're adorable in any way- he muttered and Enid chuckled, seeing her best friend in love was something else, Ajax was a talker and when the subject was you, he would go about it for hours.

When he finally found you in the library, he was quick to take your hand.

— Jax, hi- you said quietly, slightly startled by him.

— Sorry love, are you busy?- he asked and you put your book back in the shelf.

— Not really, why?- you asked.

— Can we talk?- he asked and your heart raced, but nodded, he smiled gently and started to guide you to his room.

— Is everything okay?- you asked and looked around, his room were always so messy but somehow he always found his things, you tried to organize it uncountable times but when you came back it was a mess again.

— Baby, be honest with me, why can't you look into my face? It's been months and you can't even look at me when we're kissing or alone- he sighed- Is there something wrong with me?- his shoulders slumped.

Your heart almost exploded and you were quick to shake your head.

— There is nothing wrong with you Jax, it's just...- you stopped and fidgeted with your fingers, he took your chin between his fingers and you felt your face burning.

Lifting your head, his eyes searched for your but you would look at him for a brief second and look away.

— Just what?- he asked. Your hands got sweaty and you felt the stuttering in your throat.

— You... you, you are... gor-gorgeous- you stuttered and he frowned, but the corner of his mouth curled up in amusement.

— Your point?- he teased and you made a sound with your mouth, you just wanted to jump inside of a black hole, but you took a deep breathe.

— You're so gorgeous that I can't even look at your face without blushing or stuttering, it's just... I don't want to embarrass myself- you rambled and again, looked to every part of his room but him.

— Love, you wouldn't embarrass yourself, I find you adorable, but I kinda want you looking at me when we talk- he said and you just blushed more, he laughed- Aw baby, I didn't even do anything!- he hugged your waist and you felt like you would combust any moment.

— You're so gorgeous that it makes me mad sometimes- you muttered and he held your cheeks, your eyes couldn't focus on anything else now, since he was looking deeply into them.

— Look at me- he demanded and you finally took courage to look at him, he smirked- You're so much prettier than me, if someone needed to be flustered here, it would be me because you're the prettiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on- he said an you just blushed more and more.

But you couldn't look away now, feeling trapped on his embrace and caged inside of his deep brown eyes.

— Can I kiss you?- he asked and you didn't thought twice before nodding.

Ajax's lips touched yours and the moment was magical for both of you, he leaned you on the wall and caressed your cheek, your hands find the way to the back of his neck, one of his snakes nibbling your hand.

When you two pulled away you swore that you were seeing stars.

— So, I actually thought that I was ugly at the point that you couldn't even look at me, but finding out that you can't look at me because I'm pretty is way more interesting- he laughed and you groaned shoving your face in the crook os his neck- Come on, I want to see your pretty face, my love- he gently took your face again.

Your cheeks were deep tones of red and he could see how your eyes tried to look at anything else but him, but he felt lucky.

Lucky that it was you, you were the person who couldn't look at his face because you thought he was gorgeous and that caused a stutter and flushed face, he felt lucky because he knows that you're the prettiest thing in the world and in a certain way, you only had eyes for him.

And honestly, now that he knows the reason of your shyness, he took it as a compliment.

— You're gorgeous too, my love- he whispered and saw the little smile that accompanied the red on your face.

He loved it.

#ajax petropolus fluff #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #georgie farmer fluff #georgie farmer x reader #georgie farmer #fluff #wednesday #shy!reader

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mntalbrakdown · 1 year

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k. - X. Thorpe

masterlist!

mentions of: slight cussing, jealousy?, love confessions

synopsis: Xavier likes you, and always has, now its just time to tell you

inspired by: Mac Demarco- K

a/n: i take requests!

the snow was falling down from the sky. It seemed that December has rolled by fast. It was almost your birthday, Xavier has been buying you gifts and painting you all year long. Every month he would draw you in his sketchbook or whenever he felt like it. He thought it was better than taking pictures of you because it took him more than one second meaning it was more "romantic". He drew you pretty often because you felt like home, you felt like someone he will never stop loving in more than one way.

"Hey pretty boy, what's going on in that brain?" you ask coming up to him from behind

"Just thinking to myself"

"You only are that silent and don't want company when you are stressed" you point out.

How do you do that? How do you know what is going on with him, that isn't your "power", so how do you do it? He can't do that to you. The more and more you point things out about him the more scared he is that you will find out what he truly feels about you. The more that you point things out about him the more he comes to know himself.

"Hello? Xavier?" you wave your hands in front of him

"Sorry, I need to go" he starts to walk the opposite way, but you both have next period together.

You decide to let him go because he lets you go when you're not in it, mentally. You secretly love it but hate it because you like being around him, it's one of your favorite things to pass the time. To be in his shack and just sit there while he draws whatever he draws and you just talk and talk about who you are as a person, and who you wish to be. Xavier was a great listener but hated talking. You had to pry him open every time something was wrong.

You step into your class, and you see Xavier and Wednesday sitting next to each other, you let out a sigh and just walk to the closest seat available, Ajax. You and Ajax weren't close, you let him do his thing with Enid, but left when it was just the two of you, so this would be fun.

"Hey, may I please sit here?" you ask as your already pulling out the chair he nods like he has much of a choice.

You could feel eyes on you multiple times throughout the period, you couldn't tell if it was Enid's or Xavier's or both. You let them be, not your problem, for now.

The days seemed to roll by quickly, it was the weekend before your birthday. You decided to sit at your tree. Maybe it was freezing for everyone and decided to stay in, but you liked the ice hitting your cheeks, the only thing that is not bundled up. You were warm, listening to the music blasting through your earbuds. Looking how the snow hits the ground and how it accumulates.

He looks at you from across the quad. He sees how red your nose is, yet you refuse to move from "your tree". The more he picks at who you are, the more he seems to grow to love you. He loves how you decide that you have trees to meet up at instead of actual locations. He loves how you carry around three different types of headphones just to be positive that you can actually listen to music at any time.

He is so greatful that he got to meet you before he even dared to seek someone else. He would not have enjoyed life as he does now. He wouldn't live life. He would just walk through it. He is sold to you. You are his without even knowing it and you can't return him.

"What are you doing here bug?" he sits next to you on the snow and he is shivering

"That seat is taken" you don't even turn to look at him, you don't offer him a blanket, and you feel terrible because he is freezing.

"Here I'll sit somewhere else" he gets up smooths everything out and goes to sit next to you on the other side

"So is that one" you turn to look at him, you don't dare take off your headphones you just want to see the snow fall with the music in the background

"What is going on with you?" was it something he did? he ponders to himself.

"Nothing" you can see the fog coming up as you speak and you smile, it is cold and you love it.

"Than why are you being a bitch?"

"Thorpe, you can be a bitch all the time and I don't call you that, but the moment I am to you, you can't handle it? Sometimes I wonder what I see in you" you whispered the other half, he could hear it, he could have fucked up hands, from always drawing you, but never hearing.

You grab your stuff that is ice cold and start to get up. You wipe off all the snow that is on you and walk to your dorm. Or so you thought. you could hear the pitter-patter of the shoes following you

"Just because you walked away doesn't mean the conversation is over"

"You sound like my mother Xavier" you turn around and see the man in all his glory...again

"I know your birthday is tomorrow, but I wanted to give you something right now because I feel as though this is the only way I can get you to see how I see you" he starts to get into his backpack and pull out the sketchbook. The cover isn't a boring ordinary photo, it is the very first drawing of you he has ever made. It was you under your favorite tree. Listening to music and in love with the white cold flakes falling from the sky.

"does it move?" it was a stupid question at the time, of course it moves, its his power

"Anytime it feels as though my love has gone away, settle down turn around take this picture and let it play" he says making the picture move. It was the flakes falling and you bopping your head to the music.

You flipped through the pages. He made them all move. You took each and everyone of them in. Observing how they moved and liked the way they he did them so intricatly. You liked how each month he made a portrait of all those time you rantting about your day, now you know why he would stare and than look away at the same time.

"How and why?" You look up to Xavier

"I spend 12 hours of the day staring at you and the other 12 dreaming of you and imagining you." He says as if it was nothing

"No in between?"

"No, never, I even got report cards of my teachers saying that I stare at you too much" he says with his shit eating grin

"I must look very interesting"

"You are interesting, in the best way possible, or I would be bored by now" It was true, he must love finding new things on you, and he especially loved the occasional different hairdo, to draw.

"I would like to get to know you better than just being friends"

"Thorpe are you implying we should date?"

"I got to know your heart, I still have so much for me to learn"

"You are so annoying" you slap his chest as he brings you in to kiss

"C'mon I know you like me sweets" he brings his big grin again

"Ok, I'll go out with you" you say tip-toeing to kiss him

"Thank god for Ms. Weems for giving you a tour" he says wrapping his arm around your waist

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smutinlove · 8 months

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Request: Carl gets lost on a scavenging trip and Reader, althought although she grew up well protected in Alexandria, goes to search for him on her own. In the end Carl has to save her and they get caught in a storm and have to seek shelter somewhere and spend the night and some fluff occurs, maybe more, as you like

delivered <3

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You often wonder what dirt tastes like. Oh, you wondered what life outside of Alexandria was like. Was it terrifying? Were the stories about the flesh-eating monsters true? Well, now you know.

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You watched as Carl was talking to his father, Rick Grimes. After Carl lost his eye, Rick had been a bit tense. But you understood that. Family is family. You saw Rick hand Carl a gun. You had your arms crossed. You were sitting on a bench, just watching the father-son duo talk. "Yeah, I'll be careful, Dad. It's not like I'm going to get bitten by a walker. So, chill." He reassured his worried father. "Teenagers," he scoffed. "Be careful, okay? I want you back here by five." Carl smiled and nodded. "Y/N," he turned to look at you, "don't do anything stupid till I get back." "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." He gave his father one last hug before walking out of the gates of Alexandria, your home. "You're staring." You turned your head and saw Enid. "Woah! No, hi or hello, Y/N, it's so great to see you," you mocked, making Enid roll her eyes. "You really gotta stop staring at Carl. He's the leader's son, for Christ's sake!" "Sorry, mom," you muttered under your breath. You got up from the bench and went back inside your house. You looked at your watch. It was one p.m. He should be back by six, just like Carl's father said. Hopefully, he will be back soon. You missed him. No, you barely know him. Idiot.

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You've had enough of this. The adults were panicking; your friends were panicking, and so were you. But you had the guts to get up and find the eyeless boy. You were going to do it. You threw your hood up and sneakily started making your way to the armory. You'd never done this before. You had lived a very sheltered life in Alexandria. Hell, you didn't even know how to properly use a gun. Thanks to Deanna, you were a bit useless when it came to fighting. After all, you hadn't left the walls since the outbreak started. You were lucky to have found Deanna just two days after the world went to shit and blood. You opened the window and jumped in, quietly, of course. You quickly grabbed a gun and stuffed it into your backpack. You heard familiar voices outside the window. "I'll go, man. Anything for the kid." It was the deep and gruff voice of Daryl Dixon. You hadn't talked to him before because he seemed intimidating. But who knew that Daryl Dixon was just a big softie on the inside? "Nah, you ain't going to look for him. You're staying here. Me and Michonne will go. Take 'are of Alexandria, alright?" It was Rick Grimes, the father of Carl Grimes. "Fine. But if you ain't back, then I'm going after ya." You heard them start to walk away. You let out a sigh. If this was the kind of stuff the FBI did, then you wanted no part of it. But anything for Carl. He is your friend. You opened the window you used to come in and jumped out. You kept your hood up and ran.

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When you were running, you also overheard Rick talking about where Carl went to scavenge. In your eyes, he was so brave. Carl was supposed to be scavenging for a bunch of stuff in an old neighborhood near Alexandria. You'd never been there before. You tripped over a rock. "Shit!" you exclaimed. You heard low growls coming from behind you. You looked behind you and saw four walkers. "Oh, shit." You scrambled to get up, but then again, you tripped over your foot and started falling down the road. At the bottom was a river. You used your leg to stop yourself from falling. You held onto a tree as you tried getting up. But again, you heard growls coming from behind you once more. You turned around and saw fifteen walkers. This is it. This was the end of your life. Y/N Y/L/N died to fifteen walkers who brutally dug into her stomach and ate her. "Oh, God. Help me." But it seemed like God wasn't listening. The wind began to pick up, and the rain started to pour in heavily. The sky has darkened to a deep shade of gray. You heard gunshots and ducked. And in a matter of seconds, the walkers fell one by one. "Woah! You look rough, girl. And didn't I tell you to not do anything stupid till I got back?" It was none other than Carl. "Oh, my. It's you! I've been looking for you for ages now. You idiot! You could have died!" You scolded like an angry mother. "Sorry, Y/N." Oh, but who could resist that adorably handsome face? "I got lost. I've been tryna find my way back to Alexandria too." You laughed. "The brave and bold-" You started coughing uncontrollably. "Poor thing." He walked over to you and gave you his jacket, but you pushed it away. "No. No, I don't need it." "Don't need it, my ass! Take it!"

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It was storming heavily. You and Carl were incredibly wet due to the rain. "Are you okay?" He asked. "What?" "I said, are you okay?" he repeated. "Yeah!" you shouted. There were wet leaves on the ground, a few collapsed trees, and walkers. You barely knew how to protect yourself. But Carl was there. And he was all you needed. "Y/N!" You turned to look at him. "Over there. That's the neighborhood that I was looking for." You nodded and took his hand. The two of you ran towards it. Your shoes were muddy, your hair was a mess, and your shirt was half-ripped because of a branch, but you were still wearing Carl's jacket. You and Carl were also tired. But kept on running towards the nearest house in the neighborhood called "Clemenswood." Carl kicked open the door, and you two ran inside, panting. You were cold and started shivering. "Y/N, I'll be back. I'll see if this place has food. You stay here, okay?" He said softly. "Okay," you answered. You sat down on the cold, hard, and dusty floor. It looked like no one had lived or stayed here for a while. Moments later, you heard Carl rush in. "Good, you're still here. Anyway, I found a few stale bags of chips and two sodas. Is that fine?" he asked. "Yes," you replied. He smiled and sat down next to you. He opened one of the bags and handed it to you. "Thank you, Carl." You smiled warmly. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You and Carl decided to spend the night in Clemenswood as the rain didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. You looked at Carl, who was laughing at something you said. "I love you; you know that?" You looked at him in disbelief. He blushed. "I meant it in a friend way-like a best friend way." You smiled. "Well, then, lover, I love you too. You're a great friend." Carl took your hand in his and wrapped his comforting fingers around it. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ You were lying next to Carl. His strong arms were wrapped around you. This is what friends do, right? "I love you. I do; you know that, right?" You smiled. "I do." The two of you sat up and looked at each other. He smiled and said, "Do you know what I want to do?" You grinned. "What?" you inquired innocently. "This." Carl leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. ───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

DID ANYONE GET THE STEVE AND BUCKY REFERENCE?? AND THE REFERENCE FROM ONE OF MY BOOKS ON WATTPAD THE CLEMENSWOOD THING??? EEEEE AND LIKE OMG IM SO KILIG NA KILIG RN CAUSE OF WHAT I JUST WROTE HERE. OMG I STARTED BLUSHING SO BADLY WHEN WRITING THE ENDING ITS SUCH A BAD HABIT OMG OMG ANYWAY LOVE YOU @carlsdarling

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zqcky01 · 1 year

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Hush~♡

┆Wednesday Addams x Reader ┆

❥not proodhead

❥warnings ~ slight NSFW(?) ~ Grabbing of thighs, kissing (roughly), 'dirty' jokes

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What bad timing. Nevermore was chosen has one of three schools to go out into the wild and camp. Fun. Well it was fun for the wolves though. Not such for the vampires though, a lot of were upset.

You were putting clothes into your bag for this week long trip and you were honestly gonna upset that you had to go but a week without learning so you guess it was fine.

And plus, you were share a tent with your friends. Including Wednesday. So your mood was still alive.

Walking out of your dormroom, you placed two bags down, a small backpack then a bigger bag. People were walking back and forth down the hallway since you only have 30 minutes until you all had to go.

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30 minutes..

"Oh shit!" You shouted, looking at a random clock that was in the hallway. The girls in the hallway looked at you weirdly once you shouted. "Y/N, you okay?" One of the girls asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. "I'm fine but we only have 30 minutes until we have to go! Not including the time we have to get on the buses!" You say, looking at her. The girls around gasp then started running away to finish packing their things. But they all knew that they would still be the first ones on the bus since almost all of the boys were asleep. Hopefully they all get left behind. (Sorry I like women)

After 10 minutes, you were walking to the bus with your bags in hand. Waving and saying hi to people that pasted by you. "Hey Y/N!" Enid shouted, running up to you. "Hi Enid." You say, walking next to her. "Have you seen Wednesday? I haven't seen her since we were in our dorm. She said she went to go check out the bus." Enid says, grabbing one of your bags. "I haven't seen her since yesterday. Maybe she's just helping putting bags away." You say, picturing if Wednesday would help or help put bugs into people's bags. "Maybe, but we'll see right now." Enid says, has they both went up to side of the bus.

People were going in and out of the bus to claim seats and to place down the bags they were gonna have on the bus. Other people helping other people with bags and other things. You and Enid placed your bags down. "I'mma go claim a seat for myself. Hopefully Wednesday doesn't ditch us." You say, grabbing your smaller bag. "Okay, I'll let you know if I find her." Enid says, smiling at you. You nodded then walking up to the bus.

There weren't a lot of people on the bus. Only a few people putting their bags down and adding a smaller pillow. You looked around the bus to find a good spot to sit until you noticed Wednesday, who was placing her backpack down on a seat in the very back. You smile and mad your way to the back.

"Hi Wednesday!" You say, standing in the aisle. Wednesday turns to look at you with that same look on her face every day. The backpack that Wednesday had opened, then Thing came out. "Hello thing!" You say, smiling at the hand. You tuned back to Wednesday, "Mind if I seat here?" You say, holding your bag tightly. Wednesday looked you up and down and sighed. "Only because I need to talk you about these murders." Wednesday says. "Great! Can I sit by the window? I want to see dear when we drive threw forest." You asked. Wednesday rolled her eyes and stood up. You smile at her then setting your bag down on your seat. "Come on Wednesday. Let's go find Enid."

After a little while, you were all called onto the buses to get ready to go. You and Wednesday were already on the bus, waiting for the bus to start moving. A lot of your friends were around but not next to you seat wise. The seat that was next to You and Wednesday was very ripped up and ugly. So no one wanted to sit on it, so no one had a clean view of you and Wednesday. Which was perfect for Wednesday.

The bus started to move and everyone was chatting away. Enid and Ajax were in front of you while Xavier was sitting with Bianca, then Yoko was off in neverland or something.

It has been over 40 minutes since the the trip started and you and Wednesday were talking about the murders, blah blah.

Everytime you and Wednesday spoke to each other in the bus, the more closer you two got with each other. It's been over an hour since the bus ride started and your legs and arms were already touching. You were slightly pushed up against the wall of where the window was on the bus while Wednesday was the caus of it since she was showing you a picture of the claw marks that this monster made. Or at least that's you thought.

Wednesday had faked that photo. Why? Well, she wanted to get more closer to you. She had already started a plan. Wednesday already knew that you had feelings for her, very deep feelings. There were two reasons to why she found out. One, you felt your diary open on your desk while she was in your dormroom. Two, everyone knows that you had deep feelings for Wednesday. Wednesday also bad feelings for you. But she honestly didn't understand them so she just thought there is a reason to why she's so attractive to you.

You were looking out the window, looking out to the small little houses that pasted by. There was a sudden jump in the bus due to the due hitting a speed bump. This caused You and Wednesday to jump, catching the both of you off guard. Since you two were in the back of the bus, that caused more...of you two to get more closer?

Meaning that Wednesday's hand landed on your thigh has more of a landing type of spot? To be honest, she was glad that had happened. Your face turns slightly red at the sudden touch of Wednesday's cold hand. It was colder then Thing's hand. "Wednesday? Are you okay? You seem a little bit...nervous?" You say, placing your hand over Wednesday's hand that on your thigh. You didn't mind it since you trusted Wednesday. You would do anything just to hold Wednesday Addams hand. But there Wednesday was. Taking the risk by making the first move.

"I'm fine. That speed bump caught me off guard." Wednesday says, looking at you with her very dark eyes. Everytime you look into them, you feel like your looking into a black hole. Being sucked in by it, like it tricking you to go in. You smile gently at her, your hand still resting on Wednesday’s hand which was still on your thigh.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"Look at me."

You turned your head over to look at Wednesday, who was just nose touching away for you. Your face turned into shock for a moment. Then soften has Wednesday fingers carefully and slowly rudded your thigh and a part of your hand.

"What's wrong, Wednesday?" You asked, whispering softly. "Hush." Wednesday says, slowly leaning in, then kissing you softly. Her lips were cold like her hands, but she kissed so gentle, like she was scared of messing up. Your hand and Wednesday's hand that was originally on your thigh met each other and held together. Wednesday took her other hand and placed it on the back of neck, pulling you closer. She then took her other hand away from yours and placed in on your other side of your thigh and pulled you even closer. You carefully moved your arms around her neck to get even closer till the point where both of your legs were almost on top of each other.

Wednesday was out for blood. Mainly your blood but in a different type of way. She got more carried away with you. Other times, the way she got carried away with you is when either you two are in town or doing fun stuff together. Nothing that was..dirty?

Wednesday was kissing you roughly. It's like she was upset but she was clearly having a great time with you. You honestly thought she was gonna murder you after you two made out in the back of bus, that was full of students from your school. The more and more she kissed the more the both of you started to lose your minds. It was driving the two of you mad. You wanted more and more and she wanted more. But there is only so much you can do on a bus when there's people on it. But it's completely different when there isn't anyone on it.

You two broke away from that very rough kiss and panted like dogs. "You were, so rough." You breath out. Wednesday looked at you with bored eyes. "I was bored." She said, getting away from your very red face. You frowned at Wednesday, wishing for more. Wednesday of course noticed,

"Once we get to into the tent, we can finish. But your just gonna have hush for now."

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Welcome Back Wednesday

Wednesday X Reader

Part 1

Wednesday POV

"You're what?" My voice was calm but the tone indicated I was anything but.

"They've asked me to take Larissa's position at Nevermore my little raven and your father will be teaching some courses as well."

I felt my jaw tighten at her words. I had just grown accustomed to attending the school they did.

"And Pugsley?" I glared at him. He shrunk under my stare.

"We don't think he's quite ready yet but don't worry my little viper, your Uncle Fester has promised to take good care of him."

I scoffed grabbing my bag and preparing to go to my dorm.

"Be sure to be on time for the special announcement in the quad!" I barely glanced back towards my mother and father. Seething as I realized they'd be here to monitor my every move as they tried before by sending Thing.

"Wednesday!" A ball of pink and blue stopped just a few inches before me.

"Howdy roomie." She winked.

I nodded preparing my side of the room as a knock sounded. Ajax coming in shortly to hug Enid nodding to me politely.

"Hey Wednesday, Xavier's looking for you." I rolled my eyes continuing my unpacking as Enid smirked.

"Maybe you guys can catch up when we all go to the Quad." Enid was practically bouncing in her spot as my bookbag opened itself.

"THING!" She began to talk animatedly with him signing furiously. I refrained from rolling my eyes for the third time in just as many minutes.

The two were acting as if they weren't FaceTiming each other on a weekly basis.

I walked out to the Quad once again hearing my name being yelled.

"Hey Wednesday." I looked up to see Xavier smiling at me as I nodded. "How's it going?"

I quirked an eyebrow at him.

Was that really the best he could come up with?

Someone else had run up to us and I felt myself almost smile at the sight of Eugene.

"Hello fellow hummer!" I almost cringed nodding to the short boy.

"Eugene."

"Did you hear we're getting a new group of students?" I felt my eyebrows furrow wondering why my mother failed to mention this earlier.

A shrill bell rang throughout the quad silencing the crowd.

"Good morning students," my mothers voice getting the male crowd entranced as per usual. I even found some of the girls drooling. I looked over to see Bianca hitting Yoko before she glanced to me, her hand held up in a small wave. I simply nodded, hands clasped behind my back as my mother continued to speak.

"I will be your new Dean Morticia Addams," I felt a few pairs of eyes look my way. My intense glare sending them straight back to their business.

"It is with a bittersweet acceptance that I not only take the position of my late dear friend Larissa Weems but I also honor her with a statue to show our gratitude to a woman who was not into passionate but brave and selfless to our school."

My mother gestured to my father who pulled a long skirt to reveal said statue it's shine reminding me of the odd way she seemed to see the best on everyone.

Larissa Weems was by far one of the most irritating individuals I had ever dealt with but she was also someone who was driven to seeing the best on everyone, and on some level I could respect that.

"We will also be integrating a new group of individuals into our group of Outcasts, so please join me in providing a warm welcome to the Ramirez siblings." The two teens stepped forward one boy and one girl. The boy was tall and lean, his sister around my height possibly a few inches taller. The boys green eyes scanned the crowd as the girls brown hid behind thick frames. He stood tall thanking my mother with a wide grin as his sister merely nodded.

"Please remember to be kind and to begin this semester with ambition and grace." I watched as my father held his hand out to help my mother down.

"Guess you won't be getting away with as much now that your parents run the school huh?" I glanced at Xavier scoffing.

"You're right I'll get away with a lot more."

I turned and began walking to the library when I had bumped into someone, my head snapping back as I felt paralyzed.

*Vision*

"I told you I didn't do it!" The Ramirez girl was being dragged into a jail cell, her brother watching from the outside. "LET ME GO!"

They had wrapped the girl in a straight jacket, the material far different than the usual cotton.

He turned to walk away my eyes catching sight of a burn on his neck.

*End of Vision*

"Sorry." He grinned down at me. I blinked at him. "I'm Elijah, but you can call me Eli."

He held his hand out to shake but I simply stared at it as he slowly lowered it back down.

"She doesn't really liked to be touched." Xavier towering over me as he spoke to the boy holding his hand out. "I'm Xavier Thorpe, that's Wednesday."

The two shook hands, I turned to go back to my room.

I glanced to see his sister sitting alone by a tree, feeling my stare she looked up at me.

I glanced to see the book she was reading

The Fall of the House of Usher

Interesting.

"How cool is it that your moms the new Dean?" I looked at Enid slightly annoyed.

"It's so cool." I deadpanned.

She grimaced before getting back to her usual preppy self.

"Come on Wednesday it won't be so bad besides she's announced that your father will be introducing a new class."

We walked to the first class of the semester to find my father standing in front of the chalkboard. The same room Laurel used with some slight modifications as I heard a hiss to the right of the entrance.

Enid and I sat down.

"Welcome to Herpetology."

My phone vibrating shortly after.

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Welcome back Wednesday

It’s an idea I had please leave feedback if I should continue.🥺

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 1 year

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Hello how are you? You have happy holidays? I have request

the reader is Sirina and when Xavier finds out they fight because he thinks she has bewitched him (like Bianca)reader is angry because Xavier break up with them.But at the dance when Xavier sees reader alone go and apologizes to the reader for all that

Hey! I hope you had a good start into the new year so far. This was such a good idea. I hope you enjoy dear <3

I just want you back

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x scale!reader

synopsis: “I just can´t see you anymore. Please, go.”, his volume decreased massively leaving him to sound tired.

Without a word you stormed past him to not let him see the tears that long had started to flow over.

warnings: break up angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.3k

“I can´t believe it!”, he paced around his room with his hands in his hair. “Especially after I told you about Bianca too! How am I supposed to trust you never used your Siren song on me?”

“Trust that I never… Xavier do you really think that low of me? How about you trust that I wouldn´t ever do that to anyone? Or maybe that I trust and love you enough to never even think of doing such a… a horrible thing to you?”, you scream back at him at an equal volume. You couldn´t believe what he was accusing you of.

“I just can´t see you anymore. Please, go.”, his volume decreased massively leaving him to sound tired.

Without a word you stormed past him to not let him see the tears that long had started to flow over.

The moment played in your head like a broken record and with every time it did, new tears had welled up in your eyes. Everything was going so well between the two of you and then he blew you off for being something you had no influence over? You had never talked much about Bianca in the first place, so you had just hoped he felt different about you. That somehow because you weren´t seeing everyone as an immediate rival, you were fine. What did he want you to do? Introduce yourself leading with what kind of outcast you are? He never did that, no one ever did that. It sounded insane. It was insane. And ultimately it left you without a boyfriend. A part of you wanted to be mad at Xavier. Wanted to hate him for how he hurt you without even batting an eyelash or at least feel a bit more indifferent about the whole thing, but you couldn´t. You understood how he felt. You´d probably feel the same if you were him, so you were left sad and hurt and wishing you could somehow turn back time to fix everything.

To add to all the misery of still having to see him in classes, ignoring you, all your friends could talk about was the upcoming Rave´N and who they would go with, only to give you that pitying look before changing the topic.

The event had crept closer and closer. The dress in your closet, that had formerly filled you with so much anticipation now taunting you. You didn´t feel like going to the dance anymore after all that happened. You could easily do without the whole school looking at you with pity filled eyes, talking behind your back, as they had done the past days already. Instead, you tried to feel content with locking yourself in your room with snacks and a movie or two to pass the evening as fast as possible. It sounded like a nice enough alternative until there was another.

You were in your room, doing homework, about a week till the event, when there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, you saw a certain gorgon boy standing in the hallway.

“Ajax?”, he always was closer with Xavier so seeing him was a surprise.

“Hey, uhm… Can I come in?”, nervousness was written all over his face.

“Shit, sure. Sorry…”, you immediately stepped aside so he could enter the room. “What´s up?”

“Okay so you can always so no to this, but I know Xavier and you just broke up and I kind of need a “date” for the Rave´N so I got a proposition to make that could help with both of our problems.”, he rubs his neck sheepishly.

“Wow thanks for rubbing it in… But go on.”

“I need someone to make Enid jealous with and I know it would help you with your problem too. So… would you maybe be my date for this dance?”

“My prob…”, you wave the confusion over the part of the statement away. “Jax, Enid is my friend you do realize that, right? Besides, talking would do the two of you so much better than this petty bullshit. But you´re in luck, because this still sounds better than what I was gonna do instead.”

“Great!”, a close-lipped smile settles on his face as you agree on when he is going to pick you up.

You were still skeptical as to how this evening would end. Hopefully Enid could forgive you for playing along with your friend's plan. First and foremost, you thought about what Ajax could´ve meant by helping you with your problem though. There really wasn´t anything coming to mind that this could be the solution to, so you discard the thought and concentrate on more important things.

The week went by faster than any before and you find yourself almost excited to attend the dance with Ajax. Even if it was for all the wrong reasons. Giving yourself another one over in the mirror and checking your make up for a final you quickly pack a little purse, before once more Ajax knocking on the door pulls you out of your thoughts. He looks nice in the white suit.

“Wow.”, is all he can utter before he offers you his arm to lead the two of you to the event.

You can feel the eyes of your friends bore into you while you greet both Miss Thornhill and Principal Weems before finding a place to lay your stuff down, before pulling Ajax to the still relatively free dancefloor. Only once you are too tired to dance and made your rounds talking to people, the two of you sit back down. That´s when you see him. With Bianca… Oh great. At least he looks kind of miserable when he sees you. You look away again just in time to catch Ajax standing up to get the two of you something to drink. Glancing over to the artist once more you see that he had left his place.

“You having fun?”, you hear his voice barely above the music.

“Oh, are we talking again? Why didn´t you tell me? Ajax and I would have stopped by your table to say hi.”, the sarcasm is dripping from every word.

“Okay I deserve that. Can we talk for a second?”, his eyebrows are knit together tightly.

“No, Xavier that doesn´t even come close to what you deserve and I for sure have nothing to talk about with you.”

“Then just listen to me. Please.”, glancing over you see Ajax in conversation and so you lead Xavier outside.

The night air feels refreshing. Until you realise why you were there again.

“You look really pretty tonight.”, he steps closer to you.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me? Because if that is it, I better get back inside.”, you wrap your arms around yourself. Ready to leave.

“Wait. I wanted to apologize. I was so in my head the other day and I said some things I never should´ve said. I´m so sorry for not seeing it sooner. I… If there´s any way I can make this up to you, I´ll do it. I swear. I just want you back.”

“What you said Xavier… I never gave you any reason to mistrust me. You haven´t looked at me once since you broke up with me and now you say you want me back? Which one is it?”, for the first time in days you feel the hurt getting stronger again.

Xavier takes another step towards you, making you take one backwards by instinct.

“Please, I´m sorry for making you feel like this. I promise I´ll do anything. I just miss you…”, his eyes start to shine with tears too now.

“I miss you too, Xav.”, you take his hands into yours. ”I accept your apology, but I need you to know that what you said really hurt me. I thought we could talk about any problem before it escalates like that. Promise to talk to me about things earlier next time?”

“I promise.”, his lips mirror the soothing smile yours formed at his words.

Together you went to his room, cuddling until you fell asleep after the tiring evening.

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