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dudes will be like "women only date based on looks they wouldn't go for a guy who isn't conventionally attractive" meanwhile the women in question are thirsting over the ghoul from fallout bc he's cool and wears cowboy boots like looks literally have fuck all to do with it fellers

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I can hear you overthinking from here, Boy Wonder…

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why is tumblr slaughtering my saturation

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Hiyaaa ^^ I was just wondering if by any chance you knew of a fanfic writer called gremlin-the-yeet? I read their works a couple months back and I was wondering where they went because their blog and Wattpad account disappeared completely… Anyways that’s all, thanks!

i did know of them, but i'm not sure what happened to them ): sorry

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the girls that get it get it

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ALEJANDRO AND VALERIA IN THE MW S3 CINEMATIC?? I'M LOSING MY MIND

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This is how Robert Pattinson's Bruce Wayne sleeps by the way

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If it is not to much can I ask for a, Fester Addams x witch reader love confeshin with fluff and love, please.

i totally can, do you think you can elaborate more on the plot? it'll help me get a better picture of the story

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Do you still write for Male! Wednesday?

yes, i do! i've just been struggling with writing, so that's why i haven't written anything for him in a while :,)

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Do you do Fester Addams (Uncle Fester) x reader? I am just asking because I cant find any Fester Addams x readers any where.🥺

i haven't thought about writing for him, but i definitely can! i just have to figure out what to write for him lmao. if you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to send them my way

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˖  ࣪ ☆ — ' A NIGHT TO REMEMBER '

ㅤpairing : morticia & gomez + gn reader

ㅤafterthoughts ; i haven't written in so long so i hope this'll make up for it. enjoy! i don't speak french, so i apologize if the pet names are gendered.

The graveyard is draped in darkness, the moonlight casting an almost film-noir black and white over the moving shadows. Red, perfectly manicured nails press lightly against your skin as the woman takes you by the hand. Beside her a man presses his cold lips to yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You've been here before, at least twice since meeting these two. This time feels different though; the air has changed between you and them.

It's just the three of you, gone is the presence of their rowdy children, the absence of their colorful - yet depressingly dressed family members, allows the howling of the wind to compliment the noises of the nightlife. The stars are out tonight too, they seem brighter than usual, more vivid in the dark sky. A chill runs through you as her hot breath brushes against your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"Are you cold?" Morticia stops in her tracks, "darling, you're shaking."

Dark brown eyes flicker up to meet yours. Her beauty has you in a trance, hair like silk, lipstick contrasting graciously against her pale skin. She smiles seductively, something about the way she moves sends tingles down your spine.

Before you can brush aside her concerns, a sudden weight is draped over your shoulders. The jacket is noticeably familiar, but it's still warm from being worn by its owner earlier in the evening. You look up, finding yourself staring into those famous black eyes, framed with thick lashes. Your hands run across the back of his neck, tracing along the contours of his face. The headiness of his expensive cologne and a hint of tobacco smoke reminds you of his scent when he kissed you for the first time.

Gomez reaches up and lifts your chin, pressing his lips to yours once again. You can feel him smile against your mouth, feeling his warmth spread throughout your body. He pulls away slightly, staring into your eyes. "We can't have you freezing to death, mon amour."

You return his gaze, the same awe in your eyes that you felt when you first saw him. His grip loosens around your waist, allowing you to turn fully towards him. The hushed whispers of the townsfolk are still fresh in your mind, their judgmental gaze burning into the skin of your backside. Just as they would pick apart the family for their strangeness (what you would say was uniqueness), you soon became the talk of the town once they spotted you attached to the hip of the Addams family patriarch and his loving wife.

Now Gomez stands before you, a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulders. His other hand rests on your lower back, gently rubbing the small of your back. The man can't help but feel his heart skip a beat each time you touch him. When you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, he is overwhelmed by feelings he never thought possible.

"We're almost there, my loves," Morticia says softly, "don't be afraid."

A wave of worry washes over you, the feeling of claustrophobia in this tiny place grows. Yet the couple seems so relaxed, even at the prospect of being surrounded by dead people. You shake off the thought, looking up to see Gomez smiling down at you. He can sense the hesitancy, as does his wife, who glances at him, then you. Her brows are raised, concern lacing her usually tranquil features.

"We'll be fine, mon chéri," he assures you, "you're safe here."

Gomez kisses you softly, one last kiss before heading inside. Your heart feels lighter just having his reassurance, despite being surrounded by so many spirits. It isn't the dead that makes you uneasy; it's them, your lovers. The only ones you trust in this world. The only ones that haven't judged you for your desires. A part of wonders if you should tread further into the unknown, delve into such a peculiar relationship. But another part of you wants to stay here, feeling the warmth of their bodies against yours as the cold breeze blows past your flesh. The two are just so alluring.

Morticia leads the way, her long fingers grasping the iron fence. The family mausoleum lies ahead, it's stone walls standing strong and tall. The graves are decorated in elaborate designs, crosses marking where loved ones lay. The building itself is an old Victorian design, built with integrity and charm. Its doors are open, revealing the cool interior. Its ceiling is high, supported by ornate beams, adorned with bones made of pearly marble.

"Is this where we're going?" You ask, looking at the large tombstone which sits in front of the door. The name etched on it reads: Addams.

Your lover turns to you, kissing your cheek. "This is our resting place, darlings."

He takes your hand in his, leading you inside. The inside of the mausoleum is dark, lit only by candles. They line the walls, flickering shadows dancing across the walls as they're blown about by the breeze. Two caskets sit side by side, Gomez's coffin sits upon the right, empty save for a few flowers, the smell of their sweet scent lingering in the air. Morticia's is placed on the left, the bedding inside her coffin is laced with ruby silk, giving off a red hue. Her name is written on the stone above her, the words eternally carved into the black stone.

"I didn't expect to pass on tonight," Your tone is teasing, "otherwise, I would've had my affairs in place."

Gomez chuckles and Morticia smiles, placing her hand on top of his. "Nonsense, my dear. It'll happen, all in good time."

"This isn't our final stop," Morticia explains, "we still have some business to attend to."

She leads you to the back, opening the door to reveal a small room. The walls are lined with shelves, displaying coffins, urns, and other items you don't recognize. A velvet cloth covers a casket at the far end, the contents within shrouded from view. Gomez places his hand on your lower back, guiding you closer. You follow slowly, peering over his shoulder.

The casket is small, its lid closed. The fabric covering it is tight and creased, as though it has been used recently. Morticia steps forward, gently lifting the cover. Instead of being met with the scent of decay, the pleasant aroma of roses greets your nose. A small box rests atop the mound of sheets, its golden latch gleaming in the candlelight. She opens the box, revealing a ring inside.

"It's beautiful," You breathe, staring at the sparkling gem on display.

"Yes, it is," Gomez agrees, "and it belongs to you."

"I'm not sure..." You glance between the two of them, "it's too much, I-"

"You deserve it, darling," Morticia insists, taking the ring out of the box, "this is from me to you."

Gomez takes your free hand, placing the ring on your finger. You touch the diamond, admiring its beauty. It shimmers in the candlelight, reflecting off of its facets, the light causing it to sparkle like a star. You smile, turning your hand to look at the ring. It fits perfectly, snugly fitting on your finger.

"Now you're ours forever," Gomez whispers, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

You hold him close, kissing his neck and shoulders while his hand runs through your hair. Morticia watches, her eyes shining brightly as she touches your cheek affectionately. She pulls away, cupping your chin in her palm.

"Our love will never die," she declares, leaning in to kiss you. You kiss her back, wrapping your arms around her waist as you pull her close. You feel the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume filling your senses. You feel dizzy, your head spinning as she kisses you harder. You lose yourself in her embrace, breaking the kiss to gaze up at her face. You see something in her eye, a glimmer of hope and promise.

"We have our whole lives ahead of us, love," she whispers, "let's make it last."

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hii, it’s been a while since i’ve posted on here. hope you’re all doing well <3 i’m trying to get back into writing, so hopefully i can drop something this month!

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Hi, I recently found your Male!Wednesday Addams x readers and I love them, they’re really good! I hope you enjoyed your watch of the new Wednesday show and happy holidays!

thank you so much, that means a lot to me <3 i hope i manage to get over my writer's block and publish something soon. i actually didn't finish the show (it didn't really peak my interest) but i'll try to power through it (,: happy holidays and i appreciate your support!

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Hey I was wondering if you’ve seen Wednesday yet

i just started and i absolutely love it already! i may or may not have a few drafts written down 👀

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I don't know why I need to say this again but all writing is writing. all reading is "literature".

poems, fanfic, short stories, books, quotes—that's all valid, and anyone who chooses can be a writer. it doesn't matter what you write about: the definition of a writer is someone who writes, and that's what you've done.

and reading. "fanfic isn't literature" is a quote I've seen so many times that frustrates me, someone who has never read fanfic. "but it's not literature". one fact I found recently was that Romeo and Juliet was based after a poem named the history of Romeus and Juliet. that's...essentially fanfic, isn't it? in a sense. all writing is inspired, and wouldn't that make everything fanfics? you're writing an adapted version of something—a work of literature—you're a fan of.

all this to say leave people the hell alone if they say they're a writer. who are we to judge what is good and evil, just as who are we to judge what others enjoy? and what is true? that sounded fancy. stop harassing other people for liking to read and write, please.

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i’d be a homie hopper for the 141 😩

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military men in real life: ❌

military men in video games: ✅