#trashed typewriter

[dudefrommywesterns]

i talk most about rio bravo because it's actually good. everything else is only enjoyable because i'm in love with dean martin

#typewriter dings #well...no #artists and models has good music #and a good romance plot #and a lot of good comedy #the main plot is trash though

[lordnkon]

Ruining old prints of typewriter art …

#art #typewriter art #typewritten #trash art

[mconerv]

Old typewriter #typewriter #trash #keys #nsk #novosibirsk #urban3p #sonyalpha #sonya7 #sal1855 #fotonerv https://www.instagram.com/p/ClHtaTAo_rL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#typewriter #trash #keys #nsk #novosibirsk #urban3p #sonyalpha #sonya7 #sal1855 #fotonerv

[jazzyoranges]

Saw you take requests!! Can you do a fluffy Wednesday x Shape shifter!Reader (no smut please) where it's Wednesday's writing time but she can't think of ideas so reader turns into a cat and curls up on Wednesday's lap? Basically helping Wednesday by making sure Wednesday can't get up until she writes a chapter. Thanks!

Orange kitty - drabble

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Words: 0.8k

A/n: i feel like we as a fandom haven’t been putting the orange cat x black cat trope in enough fics. this is me advocating for orange cat!r

“I feel your eyes on me, (Y/n).”

“I’m not allowed to look at my friend anymore?”

“It’s distracting. You’re inhibiting me from writing.” Wednesday isn’t fully lying. She just doesn’t add how you give her an odd feeling. An odd feeling she doesn’t like.

“Aww, do I make you nervous, Wens?” You laugh, deciding to ignore the glare she sends your way

“Keep talking and I’ll remove your voice box.”

“Please, I think you’d miss me too much” You roll your eyes, stretching on Wednesday’s bed

You turn into a cat as per Thing’s request, and you two start to play tag around Wednesday and Enid’s shared room. Thing happily bragged that you and him were better friends once. His hubris only resulted in Wednesday taking away his favorite lotions for an entire week.

The Addams girl huffs when she, yet again, makes a mistake on her typewriter. This was unlike her. The tiny trash can under her desk was nearing being full only after one or two hours of her failed attempts at writing. Wednesday put her hands in her lap after she realized her words only became futile

The abrupt stop of clacking keys makes you turn your head, giving Thing the perfect opportunity to tag you back on Enid’s bed. You quickly turn human again with almost a cartoon-ish pop, and ask Thing if Wednesday was allergic to cats

“She’s not, why do you ask?” He signs

“Do you think she’d kill me if I sat on her lap?” You sign back, not wanting Wednesday to hear

“As a human, most definitely. But if you were a cat maybe she’d tolerate you. No promises, though” Thing somehow shrugs using his thumb and pinkie finger as arms. God, you loved the weird appendage

“I can hear you two talking. I’d prefer if you’d leave me in silence.”

“Writers block?”

“No, I’m merely thinking of the correct words to use.”

“Maybe you should ask Enid for help. The woman can reach over the Twitter character limit in like… three seconds. Two if she’s really excited”

“Recommend such a horrid idea again and I’ll release you in my pen of hellhounds.”

“We both know I’d win” You cockily smirk, again ignoring what looks to be annoyance on Wednesday’s face. Then again, she always looked annoyed

“Your hubris is laughable. Let’s see how you suffice when your digestive system is ripped open.”

“Tempting, but I’d rather stay here with you”

You can only assume Thing listens with watchful… fingers? You execute your plan to him, and a quick pinkie-promise indicates he gets to bury you if Wednesday decides to kill you after the stunt you’re about to pull

“Hey, Wens?” The Addams doesn’t show any form of talking but you decide to keep going

“Did you know people say cats can lessen anxiety?”

The Addams hums in acknowledgement, so you continue

“Well, I don’t exactly believe it”

“And why is that.” Wednesday sighs. Sometimes she wonders why she indulges in you

“I dunno, just seems fake. I was wondering if you’d do an experiment with me?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Great! Thanks, Wens” You give Thing a quick wink after turning into a cat and hopping up onto her desk. Turning your head to the side as if you were asking a question, you looked at Wednesday for an answer

You were crazy, but not crazy enough to do something to make Wednesday hate you

For some reason, the Addams girl doesn’t even have a second chance to think before scooting back her chair. You’re about to jump into her lap with a paw over the edge of her desk, but you glance up to make sure Wednesday was sure. You receive a small nod

The action is enough to make you whisper a small “thank you” but it only comes out as a small meow

You circle around her lap for a good area to lay, and you quickly take your spot with a tiny smile that makes your eyes close. Wednesday scoots her chair back in, and she has absolutely no idea what to do.

Only when you start to purr a shiver goes up her spine. The vibrations are light, and something about you happily laying on her lap makes you chip away at Wednesday’s walls the tiniest bit. She contemplates where to put her hands before Thing scurries on top of you to scratch behind your ear. Wednesday shoots him a deathly glare in return, but your favorite Addams (don’t tell Wednesday) stays put

As if showing Wednesday how to pet a cat, Thing gets off of your back and points a finger in your direction. Hesitantly, the Addams girl copies the actions Thing showed her

And you? You were having an amazing time. Wednesday’s fingers were cold but every stroke of her hand was calculated. She took note of which spots you purred louder, and continued her movements

Fuck you and your ability to get what you want, Wednesday thinks. Of course your smug ass knew cats lessened anxiety. Of course.

But Wednesday can’t help being addicted to your tiny purrs and vibrations

With her left hand fondling your ear and her right on her typewriter, she decides maybe a cat could be arranged in her novel.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday (2022) #wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #thing addams #enid sinclair

[boyduroy]

#@work #meme #memes #copypasta #meme trash #typewriter #navy seal copypasta #internet tough guy #marine copypasta

[sinsdaycorp]

Wednesday, doing her writing hour.

Enid, entering the dorm cause she had to grab her supplies while the rest of the nightshades wait in the doorway, knowing Enid said to stay quiet cause writing hour.

Enid: sorry, Nes, forgot my sharpies for outlining. We’ll be in the quad if you end up wanting to carve pumpkins with us later.

Wednesday, not wanting her gf to leave her: why don’t you forget about carving pumpkins and stay here and carve your name into my back with your nails instead?

Yoko, Divina, Ajax, Bianca and Kent, make noises of shock, while Enid squeaks and covers her face with embarrassment.

Wednesday: next time you tell them to stay quiet, do it four doors away instead of right outside our room, their laughter is way too grating.

She ripped the page from the typewriter, scrunched it and threw it in the trash before loading a new page into the machine, poising herself straight up once more to resume her writing hour, acting like she didn’t just make her girlfriend pinker than her wardrobe and (her) friends mortified.

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #my Drabble

[landshell]

Yor's Day

Yor’s day had started off normally enough. She had breakfast with her family as usual. She caught the train to City Hall. Now was in the office listening to her coworkers complain.

 Camilla eyed the growing stack of paperwork in the department inbox with distaste. “I hate the end of the month! Everyone procrastinates and then expects us to be able to get all their stuff in on time.”

Millie groaned in agreement. “I can’t believe we have to go through all this today.”

“You have to.”  Sharon commented. “I’m taking off early.”

“What seriously?”

“It’s been on the schedule for two weeks. It’s a half day at Eden College. I’m picking up my child and then I booked us both dental appointments.”

“Oh, that was a good idea.” Yor chimed in. She’d have to remember to tell Loid about it.

Camilla rounded on her “And I suppose you’re cutting out early too?”

“Oh, No. Loid is picking up Anya today. I’ll be here till closing.”

Sharon went back to her typewriter. “Lucky you.  I wish I could tell my husband it was his day to handle the kids.”

“Well, it makes sense.” Millie said. “It’s not like Anya is Yor’s daughter so—"

“Millie!” Camilla interrupted.

“I didn’t mean it as insult. I was just. . .”  Millie trailed off looking at Yor’s downcast expression.

“No. You’re right. I’m just her stepmother.” Yor kept her eyes on the form she was working on even though her eyesight blurred a little. The conversation died down around her and everyone awkwardly got back to work.

For the next couple of hours Yor tried to put all her attention on accounts payable and avoiding typos but the feeling of gloom remained. She barely noticed when Sharon made her exit accompanied by death glares from Camilla and Millie. Maybe if she sped through her paperwork she could leave early. She looked at the department inbox which didn’t seem any emptier. Maybe not.

It was going to be a long, lonely day. Just then Millie cursed quietly and yanked the paper out of her typewriter, tossed it in the trash and loaded another one. Okay, so today wasn’t going to be a day of gossiping and lingering over tea but she wasn’t alone. Why did she feel lonely? She was needed here even if she wasn’t needed--

Goodness, she had to cheer herself up somehow. Maybe for lunch she’d go to a café instead of the basement cafeteria. The food would be better. She might even order dessert. Anything to get out this mood.

A runner stuck his head in the office door. “Mrs. Forger? You have visitors at the front desk.

Yor startled and got up. She didn’t usually get visitors. Her first thought was Garden business, but if that were the case she would be meeting them in a back office not the public area of the building. She pushed open the door into the lobby and began walking toward the desk. Why did her mind keep returning to her family? The man at the desk even looked like Loid from the back. Suddenly her daughter peeked out from around his legs.

“MAMA! HAVE YOU EATEN YET?” Anya called out.

“Inside voice, Anya” Loid hushed her. Then he turned to Yor. “We came to see if you would like to join us for lunch. That is if you aren’t busy.”

Yor looked at them. Anya was still in her Eden uniform; they must have come straight from school. They wanted to see her.

Yor smiled, almost in tears for the second time today.  “I’d love to. Let me grab my coat and tell the girls I’m taking my break.  There’s a great café just down the street.”

Her day was looking up.

#yorweek2024 #fanfic #yorweek #spy x family #yor forger

[stirthewaters]

Twenty Dollars

SUMMARY: Dared to make Wednesday flustered by Enid, you try your best to flirt with her, unaware of the fact that she knows far better how to break you instead.

WARNINGS: None, this is pretty much fluff.

______________________________________________________________

Nevermore in the afternoon is probably the favorite part of your day. Once school is over, you can hang out with your girlfriend and your friends, and typically even though you don't really do anything other than chat, it's pretty fun.

Unfortunately, your girlfriend, the Wednesday Addams, prefers to stay inside and maybe watch a movie or discuss philosophy rather than chat with your friend group.

So instead of hanging out with Enid and your friends in the quad, you're with Wednesday in Ophelia Hall, trying to get her flustered as part of a secret bet.

Earlier, Enid had bet twenty dollars that you couldn't make Wednesday flustered or blushy at all. Confident in your amazing skills as a girlfriend, you accepted, and now you're hanging around the raven haired girl as she types at her novel.

Clearly physical touch isn't her soft spot, since whenever you try to hold her hand, her expression doesn't change in the least. She hasn't blushed once in your relationship, so the bet you've accepted has started to become a personal goal.

"If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?"

"Are you a triangle? Cause you're acute!"

"Excuse me, but I think I dropped something. My JAW!"

The cheesy pickup lines you're currently smothering her with seem to do little to no damage as she frowns.

"If you say another nauseatingly cliche pickup line one more time, I'll tear my ears off as well as yours," Wednesday deadpans, not taking her eyes off of her typewriter.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you're so pretty," you shrug, smirking a bit. "Come over here so I can compliment you to your face."

Wednesday rolls her eyes.

"Your frivolous attempt at flirting is as transparent as the glass I'm considering cutting you with. If you're trying to fluster me, it won't work."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you scoff, wrapping your arms around her neck gently. "Come on, admit it. My flirting skills are actually pretty decent."

"If by finding somewhat nauseatingly overused lines on the internet, then yes, you're somewhat above average," she turns to glare at you, which is clearly an awkward position since you're arms are wrapped around her neck. "Now take your arms away from me or I'll dislocate them."

Somewhat hurt, you pull away.

"Whatever," you sniff, folding your arms. "If you think that my flirting skills are trash then I'd like to see what you've got. From the way you're dismissing mine you must have some pretty nice ones, hmm?"

"Is that so?" she deadpans, eyes still fixed on the typewriter. "Or are you sure you're just not disappointed you can't ruffle my feathers?"

"No, I'm serious," you say, leaning against the desk so you can look her in the eye. "Surely the great Wednesday Addams isn't being a chicken?"

Wednesday pauses to look at you, her gaze challenging with only a hint of murderous intent. "Are you sure you want to go down that road, Y/N? Because if I make half the effort you do in flirting, you'll be wishing that you will physically incapable of blushing ever again."

You shrug. "I'm not seeing any effort, actually."

Wednesday stands, walking over to you. Even though she hasn't been your girlfriend for very long, she knows almost everything that can fluster you, from the slightest bit of physical touch to the right words that will make you blush. The observant Addams has carefully kept count of every single time that your cheeks have gone red or you've fidgeted with your shirt, without fail, and with a smirk, she knows that you'll be a mess after this is over.

"Is that so?" She murmurs, standing opposite you. She wraps a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her, staring you down.

Your breath hitches. It's as if she's been planning this. Realizing that this isn't a battle you're going to win, you curse under your breath, as she begins pressing all the right buttons.

"Because I think that in reality you're weak," she says, takin the other hand to tilt your chin upwards, forcing you to look her in the eye as her powerful gaze holds you captive. "And I know perfectly well how to break you."

Unable to speak, your breathing accelerates as she pulls you even closer, stroking your hair as she begins to smirk.

"And it's clear here that you've picked a fight you can't win." She whispers in your ear. Her hand on your jaw is sending goosebumps down your spine and it feels like you can feel everything there is to feel. You sputter a protest, but she shushes you with that same smirk she continues to wear; fully knowing of how much this is affecting you. Unable to pull away, she closes the small gap as she kisses you, eyes fluttering closed as she kisses you softly but firmly.

Heart pounding, your eyes widen as you hesitantly kiss her back until she pulls away. You're blushing now. Obviously. Your face is one whole shade of red.

"There it is. Now admit that I was right, and maybe I'll kiss you again," Wednesday says, a bit mischievously. Stammering and caught in her arms, you realize that clearly you've lost the bet at this point. With a small sigh of defeat, you lower your head.

"Y-you were right."

"Mhm. And don't ever forget it," she smirks again, cupping your face in her hand as she goes in for another kiss, using the other hand to accept the twenty dollars that Thing sneakily delivers from Enid.

#wednesday x reader #wednesday series #wednesday #reader fanfiction #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #wednesday 2022 #netflix wednesday

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

How would the bots and cons handwriting be like? (Sorry for my bad English lol)

Ahhh! I love this idea! Had WAY too much fun with this.

Bots and Cons Handwriting

Optimus:

-Can write insanely neatly, and in literally ANY font

-Everything he writes looks like it came straight from Google Docs

-He can perfectly recreate Comic Sans, much to the children's amusement

-Handwriting KING

-He's too powerful

Arcee:

-Her handwriting is gorgeous

-She writes very neatly, definitely in cursive

-Everything she writes looks like a diary from the Victorian era

-Majestic✨✨✨✨

Ratchet:

-Cursive, but MESSY cursive

-Like, REALLY messy cursive. What is he even writing? Who knows? It's a mystery.

-You know, cuz, like, that's how a pharmacist's prescriptions look, and he's a medic. Lol

-Ratchet has messy pharmacist handwriting

Bumblebee:

-His handwriting is so cute😭

-Basically Comic Sans

-Not PERFECT Comic Sans like Optimus, but just bubbly and adorable

-Having legible handwriting is something he practices a lot, since his voice box is broken. Writing is a nice way to express himself if need be.

-He has kindergarten teacher handwriting

-My dyslexia would be so happy

Smokescreen:

-Neat enough handwriting, but HE WRITES SO BIG

-All caps, all the time

-He goes through too many notebooks, because he saves NO space

-Poor guy. He just has a big personality

Bulkhead:

-Unreadable

-His hands are just way too big

-Very messy. Only Wheeljack can read it because he and Bulkhead share the same braincells

-Bulkhead and Ratchet get in arguments, because Ratchet's reads Bulk's handwriting, and is like: "Bulkhead, your attempts at penmanship are downright INCOMPREHENSIBLE."

And Bulkhead's like: "You say that like any of us can read yours!"

And Arcee's like: "I second that."

And Bumblebee buzzes in agreement.

Ratchet just rolls his eyes, like "ugh." Because he can't argue. HIS handwriting is gibberish, too.

Ultra Magnus:

-Opposite of Smokescreen...Ultra Magnus's handwriting is TINY!

-Seriously, where is it? You need a microscope.

-Only the humans can read it, because it's so small. And even THEY have to squint

-It's also PERFECT. His handwriting is very neat

and blocky, like a typewriter

-If only we could actually see it

Wheeljack:

-He's like, a graphic design CHAMPION

-He learned handwriting from Miko, so he loves big bubble letters. He decorates them with cool patterns, like flames, and lightning bolts

-Very stylish

Megatron:

-What I can only describe as "spooky cursive"

-Very formal, and kinda gothic

-He'd use some kind of calligraphy pen with very dark, splattery ink, or, like, whatever the Cybertronian version of a quill is.

-He's an elegant guy...well, sort of, except most of what he writes consists of:

"My dearest Starscream,

It is with great regret (note my sarcasm, Starscream.) It is with great PLEASURE that I must inform you...

I have caught you invading my stash of dark energon, once again.

I will be grinding you into scrap metal momentarily.

Yours truly,

Lord Megatron."

Starscream:

-Starscream has the ABILITY to write neatly, and in cursive

-But he writes very scribbly, because he's angry

-If "ranting" was a font, it's the font he writes in

-Also, he probably keeps a rage journal, where he trash talks everyone he knows

-Somebody help him🥲

Soundwave:

-Handwriting? What's that?

-He probably uses his internal computer to make documents, and prints them

-And when he prints things, they probably slide out of his neck. Terrifying. So he prints things to freak Starscream out

-It's beautiful

-If Soundwave was FORCED to handwrite, he'd do it in computer code, or morse code, or something weird like that. Everyone would be baffled trying to understand it.

Airachnid:

-Very splattery

-But that's what happens when you use energon and human blood as ink.

Shockwave:

-Writes in calculator font

-Like, the font a calculator has

-He says it's "the most logical font"

-Starscream constantly judges him for it

Breakdown:

-Definitely not neat, but not Bulkhead levels of messy, either

-He doesn't have the best handwriting, but he can make some pretty good doodles

-If, for some reason, Megatron assigned Breakdown and Knockout a task involving handwriting, Breakdown and Knockout would both doodle instead of being productive

Knockout:

-Ooo! So majestic!

-It's very bold

-His handwriting is suave and announcer-y, just like him

-It'd also be curved slightly to the right, like italics

-Almost like something you'd see in a commercial, or a movie trailer, or a billboard

-Like a NASCAR advertisement (y'know, because race car)

#It would honestly be so funny to watch Cybertronians trying to use a tiny human-sized pencil #having existential crisis over whether Soundwave can be a printer #tfp #transformers prime #tfp headcanons #tfp arcee #tfp optimus prime #tfp bumblebee #tfp ratchet #tfp bulkhead #tfp smokescreen #tfp knockout #tfp starscream #tfp megatron #tfp airachnid #tfp ultra magnus #tfp breakdown #tfp wheeljack #tfp soundwave

[dudefrommywesterns]

brain: you should kill yourself

brain: AHHH NO NOT TWO FEET OFF THE GROUND WE'RE GONNA DIE NOOOO

body: um...so, we've fucked up another organ...and um, here's some unexplained pain...and um, yes you still do have multiple skin issues and no, no treatment will work sorry

#typewriter dings #so fuck this hateful vessel #it's trash and not even pretty trash

[ykiwrite]

black and white

desc: first time meeting Addams mansion with unexpected turn

"Ma'am, we're close to arriving."

Addams private driver led you down the one way road surrounded by trees towering above the moving car going deeper and deeper into the woods. 

"Let me guess, you're off to plotting my murder and getting rid of my body somewhere?" you theorized not so jokingly upon seeing how far you're venturing from the city itself. 

"Truthfully, that wasn't on my mind until you now just mentioned it so thank you for giving me idea in case you annoy me today." Her shoulder bumping with your own as the road got rockier.

You found it fascinating why did she choose to share one seat with you instead of sitting on the one facing you like a normal human being, as if there's not enough space in this vast car.

You looked just the same as Mr. and Ms. Addams did. She made sure Thing secretly kept track of drivers behavior throughout this week. Never allowing herself for your conversations and their daughters remarkably harsh attitude turned gentle reach her parents ears. What happens in the car, stays in the car.

Movement slowed down as you approached big metal gate with shiny letter 'A' engraved on it followed by lines of spiky pickets. No wonder why it's hidden away. At first glance it would send even the most heroic person home but since you've been indirectly invited to visit by Wednesday gushing about her lavish Machiavelli literature collection. You had nothing to be afraid of. 

Holidays we're starting and weather was getting cold. Regardless of Wednesdays beliefs in utter nonsense of celebrating such thing she couldn't deny she was delighted to spend some time away from Nevermore.

Gates opening revealed the infamous stone made mansion with spacious entrance and gargoyle fountain in the middle. There wasn't much of life when it comes to plants but that was expected. It felt like a shift in time happened and you found yourself in far away history.

Car doors were opened by drivers manners letting you step out. "Your parents aren't home, right?" you asked to check one more time never letting your eyes go off the building in front. 

"I'm certain. As i already told you, my dear mother and father are on a trip just like my brother." she assured you. "They shouldn't be here for at least couple of days." Sending the driver a look was enough for him to realize he has nothing else to do here.

Making your way up to yet another grand entrance Wednesday picked up her pace strolling past to open the door for you with more force than usual needed.

It undoubtedly looked, smelled, felt like Addams residence. Candles were lit illuminating broad room made out of lacquered wood full of various paintings and carvings. Windows reaching the high ceiling hidden by a red Victorian style curtains. Compared to the outside, you were greeted with warmth you owed to a lit fireplace.

"Am i the only non-Addams that got to see this?"

"Perhaps." she answered nonchalantly carrying her bags up the spiral stairs leading to another floor, her room you presumed.

"Are you telling me you had other lovers here?" you gasped in a shock with attempt to get a rise out of her.

Stopping midway, she turned looking down to you who was still at the beginning of stairs. "You are unbelievable. Of course i didn't. You are the one and only since you wanted to hear me say it that badly."

Smiling to yourself and reaching the top you trailed behind her down the long corridor that ended with black doors.

Being opened with a creek due to not being moved for quite some time Wednesday felt at peace. Stepping in the first thing you saw was a cello standing in the very corner. In contrast to the Nevermore one, the four pillared bed in the middle was queen sized with dark covers neatly draped over it. The table in front of window was fairly simple and predictable with Wednesdays typewriter guarded by stack of books and empty trash bin accompanying it. Gaze moving to shelves jammed with books, most looking old and worn out.

"Not all of Machiavelli is here. Big part of it can be found in our library."

"You even have a library?"

"Yes, most of the books there was brought by my grandparents throughout the years of them being together and travelling. It passed down onto my parents and sometime it will be my turn." she stated as a matter of a fact.

"Huh," you mumbled watching her unpack belongings out, "who will you pass it down with?".

"Why bother asking when you know the answer? Besides, are you planning on staying the night?"

You thought your mind was deceiving you but you could hear the faint chatter mixed with footsteps getting louder heading towards the room.

Looking over to upset Wednesday she was already on her way to open the door, "I can't believe this."

"Wednesday!" a woman's voice cried out. "Oh, my favorite daughter-"

"You only have one daughter anyway. Mother, what are you doing here?"

"I knew there was a break from Nevermore so your father and i wanted to surprise you aware you're coming home."

The moment your eyes met her mothers she gasped completely stuck in one spot not used to seeing anybody else in this house. "Wednesday, who is this my dear?"

"Maybe if you weren't to come unannounced we'd have a proper introduction but i doubt it."

Her mother kept looking at you up and down in awe like she's trying to comprehend her daughter standing next to another living person, "Is it the one you talk about every time we get a call from you?"

"Can you please leave? This was not the way i planned it to go." Wednesday pleaded with everything she had in power.

Pointing with finger at you Morticia demanded "Both of you are meeting us at dinner, understand? I'll leave you alone now, please excuse me and my daughter dear. Hope i'll get to know you soon."

As Morticia closed the door and walked away she stopped Gomez from doing the same thing she just did. "Wednesday has a friend over." said with that type of look only two extremely close people could distinguish the meaning behind it.

"Oh does she?" turning his heel around agreeing with his wife it's better to leave it alone for the later.

"Yes, you remember the story of me and Ms. Weems i told you? It's a similar one." Turning corner of the corridor taking one more glimpse of the dark door. "Seems like history is repeating itself."

"Like mother like daughter."

part 2.

note: big thank you for each one of you liking/reblogging my works so far! it means a lot! if you have anything to say, complain about, give advice/idea about it, it wud be much appreciated!

#wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams

[lesbianpepsi]

Congrats on 500 followers🎉 can you write some fluff for Enid there's never any fics on here for her

thank you so much!!:D and ofc, this entire world needs so much more enid fics istg

don't you see? i love you

pairing: enid sinclair x fem!reader

summary: you've loved enid for the longest time; when will you tell her?

words: 1.410k

warnings: not proofread (will proofread and edit when i get the chance)

authors note: i love enid so much it's unreal

"So you wear black and white 'cause they aren't colours, and you're allergic to colours, right?" You asked mindlessly as you laid on Wednesday's bed, looking over at her sitting at her desk typing away on her typewriter.

Wednesday didn't spare you a glance as she carried on writing at a speed that impressed you. "Indeed."

"Wait, black isn't a colour?" You heard Enid say as she glanced at you and the goth through the mirror she was looking at, putting on a thin layer of makeup as she was getting ready for your and hers date night.

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you stifled a laugh. "They're shades, baby, not colours."

Enid dropped her makeup brush as she fully turned to look at you, a look of shock on her face. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She looked so adorable.

"They're not colours?" Enid asked you again, you laughed lightly as you shook your head. "They're not. You've got three primary colours; red, yellow and blue. Then you've got your secondary colours which are orange, green and violet. Black and white aren't on the list since they're shades of the colours."

Enid didn't say anything as she slowly turned around to carry on with her makeup, you laughed as you shook your head in amusement.

Enid was truly a remarkable being, that was for certain. You got to experience how truly amazing she was when you and her started dating a few months before.

You were absolutely head over heels madly in love with the bubbly blonde, but there was one issue. Neither one of you had told each other the big 'I love you' before.

Fear wrapped around your neck every time you were about to utter those three special words, making you dryly swallow it and say something else.

You hated that you couldn't say it when the moment felt right, always backing out at the last second.

"Alright, I am ready to go!" Enid announced as she stood up with a nervous smile, heading towards you with a bounce in her walk. "How do I look?" She asked, giving you a quick twirl as she giggled.

Enid was wearing a lilac wavy skirt accompanied with a white shirt that matched her white converses, to some it was basic and not much to fawn over, to you Enid could wear a trash bag and look marvellous.

You gazed at the blonde in awe as a goofy grin rolled onto your face, you leaned up as you swiftly got off the bed, walking towards her.

"I think you look like the most gorgeous girl at Nevermore, scratch that, the most gorgeous girl in the world." You divulged, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist.

Enid giggled softly as a soft blush tainted her cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. "You think so?" She asked.

You nodded your head as you looked down at her. "I don't think so, I know so. You look stunning, baby." You whispered at the end as you gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

A gag was heard from behind you, you chuckled as Enid glared at the goth over your shoulder.

"You two are absolutely diabolical." Wednesday complained in her deadpan tone of voice, the clicks of her typewriter still loudly filling up the room.

"Diabolically sweet." Enid teased as she wrapped her surprisingly muscular arms around you, you smiled at her as you turned to look at Wednesday.

"Don't worry Addams, we'll leave you to your solitude now." You reassured as you began walking towards the door, Enid arms still wrapped around you as you did. Your heart swells at the adorable sight.

"And hopefully never return." The grumpy goth grumbled, her eyes maintained on her typewriter the entire time.

"Bye-bye Willa!" Enid said with a wave before she manoeuvred her way out of your grip to open the door, her slender fingers wrapping around your wrist as she dragged you out of the dorm room.

You laughed at Enid's eagerness as she pulled you towards the bus stop, never letting go of you once.

"Excited much?" Enid slowed down as she turned her head to look back at you, nodding her head happily. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm going on a coffee date with my girlfriend."

Girlfriend

That term coming from Enid's lips never failed to make butterflies appear in your stomach.

Enid didn't let go of you when you arrived at the bus stop, she didn't let go of you as you took your seat on the bus.

Not once, not even for a second.

On the bus ride to Jericho you and Enid stayed silent, the both of you having one earphone in as yours and Enid's playlist filled your ear.

After a few mindless songs passed a certain song caught your attention.

'Love Me Tender' by Stereo Jane began playing, you couldn't help but glance towards Enid as the song played.

Enid's face was resting in her hand as she looked outside the window, (you gave her the seat by the window since it was her favourite), her features completely relaxed as she did.

She looked so at peace.

As the song reached its chorus Enid turned to look at you, she had a nervous smile as she barked out a small laugh. "What?" She questioned.

'All my dreams fulfilled, for my darling, I love you and always will'

You smiled as you shook your head. "Nothin', you just look really pretty E."

Enid blushes prettily as she scrunches up her nose, giggling at your words. "You're too sweet, Y/n. You look pretty beautiful yourself."

You reached to hold Enid's manicured hand as Enid dropped her head to lean on your shoulder, shuffling closer to you as she did so.

Giving her a gentle squeeze you smiled to yourself.

A myriad of other songs played before you and Enid arrived at your stop; you had to wake up the girl since she somehow fell asleep briefly on the bus ride.

As you and Enid walked off it was as if all her earlier excitement returned in an instant and she practically began skipping towards the Weathervane, her interlocked fingers with yours holding a tight grip.

Entering the cafe it was surprisingly quiet for a Friday evening, something you didn't mind as Enid and you headed towards your and her signature booth. The one hiding in the corner right next to the large window.

You slipped into one side of the booth and Enid entered the other. You already knew what you and Enid were going to order, but knowing the blonde she wouldn't want to go order straight away.

“I still don't understand how you don't like cinnamon buns.” You groaned as you leaned back into the leather seat, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile. “The only cinnamon I like is Cinnamon Girl.”

Enid smiles cheekily as leaned onto her hands, gazing at you. “The fact you love Lana Del Rey and I love Taylor Swift makes me believe we were meant to be.”

You snorted a laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled brightly at her. “That was so corny of you.”

The blonde rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh shut up, you like me.”

You nodded your head weakly. “Yeah I do love you.”

“What?”

Your smile faded as realisation of what you just said hit you, shaking your head and straightening your posture. “I said I do like you.”

Enid smiled softly as she shook her head slowly. “No you didn't.”

“No I didn’t.” You muttered embarrassed, your cheeks burning with a scarlet red hue. “I'm so sorry, Enid, I know we've only been dating for a few months now and-"

“I love you too.” She interrupted with her wide smile, her eyes wide with a gleam of joy in them.

Your heart skipped a beat or two at her words, your jaw dropping. “You love me?” You asked, almost amazed at the thought.

Enid scoffed as she nodded her head. “I've been in love with you forever you big dummy.”

You couldn't even process her small insult as you smiled. “I love you, Enid Sinclair.” You said in the most confident tone that even surprised yourself.

The blonde was giggling with her own blush on her cheeks, her eyes staring lovingly into yours.

“I love you too, Y/n L/n.”

#enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair x fem reader #enid sinclair x y/n #enid sinclair x you #emma myers x reader #wednesday s1 #fan fiction #fluff #my fanfic writing

[fungifanart]

Hey Fungiiii! Hope you're doing well!

Could I request a fluffy Trey x M!reader story bc where the reader is stressed and burned out because of life, and it's keeping him from being able to do anything creatively (writing is preferred but I'm leaving it completely up to you). Also could it be an established relationship and Trey decides to comfort reader with tea and possibly cuddles?

Fatigue

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Grim

CW: Burnout/Writer's block, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 643

Notes: Hey, BIIIIIIIIIITCH! Of course you can! Funny you requested this, since I'm kinda going through some writer's block of my own, but I managed to get this one done, regardless! (Even if it's pretty short)

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Among many other things, Trey Clover is known throughout Heartslabyul for essentially being the entire dorm's dependable big brother. Whether it be guiding his underclassmen through their homework, calming the seemingly bottomless pit of rage that is his housewarden or preparing a banquet's worth of sweets for an unbirthday party the next day, they know that he'll handle it with his usual playful smirk.

So, what could cause said smirk to waver like it's doing right now?

Perhaps the fact that he's spent the whole of exam week rarely seeing hide or hair of his beloved boyfriend, only to find out later that said boyfriend had to fight for his life against a THIRD overblot ON TOP of basically signing his dorm away.

Upon receiving this information, Trey does the unthinkable and drops his responsibilities, packing himself off to Ramshackle, determined to make sure his boyfriend is okay and then give him a piece of his mind for not telling him about it, only to be let in by the dorm's resident ghosts rather than the Prefect himself, causing his anger to be accompanied by growing concern.

Finally reaching the Prefect’s room, Trey opens the door to reveal his boyfriend slumped over on his desk in front of a typewriter, his head on its side facing away from the door.

Panicking, Trey rushes to his boyfriend's side, “Y/n! Are you okay?!” He asks while shaking his lover, who only turns his head around to face him.

“I'm going insane, my love.” The Prefect says in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean??” Trey asks while sitting the other man up in his chair, his anger temporarily on the shelf.

“It’s just so unfair! I didn't have any time to write during exam week and then suddenly I had to worry about not losing my entire dorm to some wannabe mob boss and then not getting shish-kabobed when the same guy threw a temper tantrum!” The Prefect rants while making wild hand gestures, “I finally found time to write and thought I could use my experiences as inspiration, but when I think about what happened, my hands start shaking and my brain can barely string one sentence together!”

The Prefect’s rant slows down as he turns and buries his face in Trey's chest, “And the worst part of it all is that I've barely been able to see you the entire time! I-I really missed you, y'know?” He says with a small sniffle that causes Trey's anger to melt away.

Pulling the Prefect out of his chair and onto the bed, Trey sits next to him and places a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you a lot.” He says after pulling away.

Trey really can't stay mad at him, can he?

However, seeing the Prefect eyeing his typewriter again, Trey quickly pulls him into another hug and then onto their backs on the bed, “I think we've both earned a little rest, don't you?”

The Prefect opens his mouth to protest when Grim, who has been curled up near the back of the bed until now, pipes up, “Myrrgh…please…can't take the sound of crumpling paper anymore…” He groans before putting his head back down.

Trey raises his own head to look at the trash can next to the desk, sees that it's overflowing with balled-up pieces of paper and is about to give his boyfriend a knowing smirk when he looks back to see said boyfriend already fast asleep, the fatigue of everything he's gone through having finally caught up with him.

Trey's smirk is replaced with a loving smile as he tucks himself and the Prefect under the covers, “Sleep well, Y/n.” He says while placing a small kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes as well.

#why is this mushroom writing fanfics? #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x male reader #twst trey #twst mc #twst yuu #twst grim #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #trey clover x male reader #no beta we die like men

[amethystfairy1]

OH I WILL GO NUTS THEN!

Will send multiple at the time to not trash your ask box

So!

1. Broke/broken

2. Cry/cried

3. King

4. Moss

5. Blood

6. Purr

7. Phone

8. Ask/asked

9. Kid

10. Ball

That's all I can think of for now, and yes, I am indeed thinking of angst

Welp, I did say go nuts! 😆 so let's give this a try and see if we can't fulfill your angsty needs...

From a TT WIP-

If they saw him as a pathetic, broken thing that needed fixing, they wouldn’t expect him to take advantage of that kindness. 

From a TTSBC WIP -

He’d cried enough this week, hadn’t he? 

Ok so the only WIP I have that contains the word 'King' is my ongoing Haikyuu fic Parallel thrones so here's one from that!

“Can’t recall ever leaving, your majesty. If you’re intending to take the same stance with the Inner Court as our wise and mighty King here, you ought to prepare yourself.” 

For this one you you get a TWO SENTENCE TREAT!

From a TTSBC WIP -

Sprinting out from the arch of the labs was a teenage boy, wearing a white long sleeve and dark jeans, a red headband holding back a frizzy shock of dark brown hair. When he spotted them, streaks of white shot through his hair and his eyes seemed to glow silver from their typical deep mossy green. 

From a TT WIP -

Prominently pointed ears emerged from orange hair, still loose and frizzy from the night, having gone untouched since being forcefully yanked out from the braid for a quick wash to free it from blood and gore.

From a TTSBC WIP -

He bit the inside of his cheek, nearly breaking skin, to avoid any purring starting up.

From a TTSBC WIP -

Scott’s phone began to ring in his back pocket. The clattery keys of a typewriter, a ringtone set for one person in particular. 

From a TT WIP -

“What is it?” He asked, his tone far less congenial.

From a TTSBC WIP -

Not when you were a kid on your own, cast from your so-called family for your weakness. 

And finally from another TTSBC WIP! -

“Are you kidding me?” He set the crochet piece alongside the fuzzy ball of yarn on his desk and stood up, gesturing toward the shelf.

Ok, there you go! Have fun dissecting these! 😆

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #traveling thieves au #parallel thrones au #wip ask game

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 17

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein had finally settled into his new apartment and had just gotten off the phone with his dad about the last payment for the record shop. He had decided to step away from focusing on making the next record to follow another one of his passions. Helvete was his new baby and his record label would be working out of the shop to expand the Black Metal genre to as many people as he possibly could.

He sat at his typewriter and placed the photo Y/n had left him with the day they last spoke on the desk to the left. He kept the old photo of himself, Y/n and Pelle just next to that one. The day she slugged him and wrote him off, she probably would have been surprised to know that he kept that photo in the inside pocket of his jacket.

He stared at the photo for a few moments before putting a piece of paper into the type writer.

"Y/n, Please read what I have to say before you toss this into the garbage. I know it's selfish of me to ask for anymore of your time but you have to know that what we had, in the beginning, that was real. All of the moments we shared where I could be myself with you- if I could have lived in those moments again, I wouldn't change a thing. You were right though, we were always doomed to fail. Our paths are just too different. I want to apologize for how I treated you the night you came to the show. I know the first time I watched Dea-"

Oystein pulls a bit of white out from the drawer and covers the beginning of his name before resuming.

"I know the first time I watched Pelle cut his arms, it was fucked up. I had no idea what to do or how to respond to that. Honestly, I've never really experienced anything like that before Pelle. I knew I couldn't let him know that because I feared it would only make him retreat more. Your response to it was normal and I'm sorry I treated you like it wasn't. I also want to apologize for how I reacted to you in the bar that night. I can't pretend I wasn't caught off guard by the guy you walked in with but that is no excuse for how I came at you. In the time that I spent not hearing your voice or seeing your face, I tried to block out all the things you made me feel. I tried to chalk it up to us being too different or this life scaring you away but that day after Pelle killed himself...I know I fucked up Y/n. I regret everything I've ever said or done that has hurt you even for a second because the only hurt you ever caused me was my own fault."

Oystein sat back in the chair, reading over what he had already written and felt incredibly vulnerable. A part of him really hopes she just trashes the letter and doesn't even bother reading it.

"I've decided to take a step back to focus more on other passions. I have started my own record label and will be operating it out of that corner shop down from Hammed's shop. I know you probably think I've done this to torment you but I've had my eye on that store for years. I want to take the creation of Black Metal and show people what it can truly be. Not all that extra, commercialized bullshit that people think it is now. I've always wanted to do this but I want to show people what we worked so hard on, what Pelle and I worked so hard on."

Oystein looked at the photo again and wished Pelle could have been here for the birth of Helvete. He thinks that a safe haven where he would never be alone is something that could have saved him.

"I know I'm just saying a lot of things that don't really mean shit to you but you were a big part of what kept me believing in myself. I hope maybe you'll give it a second chance and stop by the shop. I would love for you to see what I've created and give you a new look at what I love so much instead of wishing for its demise. I know it will never be what it was before but I feel a piece of me will always be tethered to wanting what could have been between us."

Oystein hated everything he wrote almost immediately but he couldn't just keep starting over. He wanted to send this letter before the shop actually opened in case she decided to show up and put him on blast.

"I know you'll probably always hate me and I understand why you do. I just hope you'll find a small place for me in your heart to at least try and be a better person in your eyes. Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I'm not the heartless monster you think I am."

He read it one last time before pulling it from the typewriter and signing the bottom of it. He would never admit that he actually followed her home one night just to have her address to send her this letter. He would take that to the grave. He knew this was a bad idea but he desperately needed something to keep him grounded. The nightmares he had after Pelle were unbearable. He had never been afraid of dwelling in the darkness until Pelle killed himself. Now he was worried he would sink into the darkness never to be found again. He wanted Y/n to be the one who kept him from losing himself entirely.

yours, Øystein 

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #this one is short but y/n gets her fire back in the next one #17/35

[tabrisofmars]

Divina opens the door holding everyone's coffee order. She gasps in shock.

Yoko is duct taped to the wall: Mgffggfffrrr

A trash can is on fire in the center of the room.

Eugene hovers over an unconscious Enid trying to use smelling salts.

Wednesday turns from her typewriter and takes off her headphones: You've returned ahead of expectations. Did they have the scones?

Divina: WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?

Polly the Doll falls from the ceiling to be caught one handed by Wednesday.

Wednesday: It looks like they are finally having my kind of fun.

Polly: Its bussin'

#incorrect format for funsies #wednesday series #wenclair #wednesday addams #divina #yoko tanaka #eugene ottinger #enid sinclair #polly the doll #they go through one fire extinguisher a week