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✨izuku✨

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hey, so i’m actually crying and can’t cope. i’ve never loved and hated a show more in my fucking life.

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wednesday: that’s absurd, barclay. enid and i don’t associate with ‘pet names’.

bianca: really? how do you say ‘my puppy’ in french?

wednesday: mon chiot.

enid: [across the room] yes, willa?

wednesday: …not a word, barclay.

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“die a fucking virgin.”

“looks like you’re down another brother.”

— sam and tara. what legends.

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Don’t even get me started on the janitor.

Always be kind to the janitor.

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Well, I immediately thought of America. If you’re not kind to the waitress, she might spit in your food or something.

Always be kind to the janitor.

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(y/n): in my defense, i was left unsupervised.

wednesday: enid was with you.

enid: in my defense, i was also left unsupervised.

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digital painting is hard. i’m gonna go cry now.

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FANDOMS

WEDNESDAY

wednesday

these words that bring me to you | part one

stressed out

enid

these words that bring me to you | part one

stressed out

you’re the one for us

wenclair

these words that bring me to you | part one

stressed out

ajax

i’ll hold your hand

you’re the one for us

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puppy!enid and wednesday calling her “cara mia”? yes please.

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enid: come on wends, one kiss?

wednesday: [flustered] not now, sinclair, people are watching.

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are you sure? this kinda looks like a dog to me.

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i speak nothing but the truth.

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⸻stressed out

summary: Exams are coming up and you are stressed out. Luckily, your girlfriends are there to make sure you take care of yourself.

pairing: Enid Sinclair x GN!reader x Wednesday Addams

warning(s): reader not taking care of themself properly, mentions of not eating

word count: 611

Exams were coming up and that meant you were stressed, twenty four seven, every day of the week. Your sleep schedule suffered and so did your health but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, the only thought of “just one more day” ringing on loop in your head as your eyes stung and burned for sleep, even when you found your hands shaking as you practiced problem after problem to study for your exams.

Your perfectionist tendencies were kicked into high drive, causing you to lose track of time but you payed no mind to it, even when you started your work when you got back from your classes and you blinked, finding yourself having to pack up for the morning that suddenly came again.

Dark bags were under your eyes and your clothes were slightly too big than normal and your hands were constantly shaking, a can of energy drink or a coffee cup always with you whereever you went.

You weren’t aware of this, weren’t aware of the effect it had on you.

But Wednesday and Enid knew. They saw your feet drag against the ground, saw the way you would almost fall asleep in classes, saw the way you lost more and more weight as the time went by.

They finally decided to confront you on it as it didn’t get better within a week.

They found you in your dorm room, hovered over your desk after classes, a text book open in front of you and multiple papers scattered around and empty energy drink cans and coffee cups littering the place.

“(Y/n)…” Enid trailed off, taking in the disaster of your room.

You jolted, whipping around to stare at them. “Hey, guys.”

Wednesday crossed the floor to you, taking in your raggedly appearance, at the dark circles under your eyes and the way you would blink slowly at her, forcing yourself to stay awake. “You look awful, mi amor.”

Enid came up to her side, reaching out and grabbing your shoulder as you slumped slightly, wavering in place. “What she means is that you look like you need a good nap.”

Wednesday scoffed but didn’t deny it.

You shook your head. “I can’t.” You glanced over at the papers on your desk. “I need to study for these exams.”

“You’ve been studying for the whole week,” Wednesday said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back towards her and Enid. “You will excel your exams, mi amor. What you need right now is rest.”

“And some food,” Enid added.

“I’ve ate,” you countered.

“Really?” Wednesday drawled. “When?”

You opened your mouth but paused. Your jaw clacked shut as you found yourself unable to remember when you had anything other than coffee or energy drinks.

“(Y/n), baby,” Enid whispered, running her fingers through your hair. “Please take care of yourself.”

Your throat tightened but you nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“We know,” Wednesday said, thumb tracing under your eye. “But you’re taking a break so you can eat and then rest.” You slumped into her hold and she caught you easily. “Enid—”

“Already calling Yoko to bring us food,” Enid interrupted, shooting her a smile.

“Thank you, mon chiot,” Wednesday said. She shifted and suddenly picked you up, bringing you over to your bed, setting you down gently. “We will wake you when the food arrives. Sleep for now, mi amor.”

Your eyes finally fluttered shut just as the feeling of your girlfriends climbing in the bed on either side of you registered in your mind.

Safe to say you would never forget to take care of yourself, not with Enid and Wednesday by your side.

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enid: [tackles wednesday]

wednesday: [disgruntled] enid, i’m trying to read—

enid: [already comfortable] deal with it.

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wednesday: my future partner must be intelligent, unfazed by even the most of disturbing things, and capable in every way possible—

enid: [trips and falls with a tray of cupcakes in her hands and then proceeds to sob for thirty minutes]

wednesday: that one. that’s the one i want.

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⸻ i’ll hold your hand

pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN!reader

summary: It’s parents’ day and it’s time for Ajax to finally meet your mom. Unfortunately, you’re slightly nervous. At least Ajax is there to help you get through it.

warning(s): slight anxiety

word count: 876

You were nervous.

It was undeniable; a cold hard fact.

You were a nervous wreck, pacing up and down the your dorm room, biting at your fingernails, eyes firmly stuck looking at the ground, staring as your shoes smacked against the floor with every step.

“Babe.”

You paused, hovering between continuing to pace around or turning towards the voice. You gritted your teeth and chose the latter, lifting your head up to stare across the room. Ajax lounged on your bed, beanie slipping into his eyes as he watched you with soft eyes.

He grinned and patted at the empty space beside him. “Come here,” he said quietly.

You took in his relaxed state and frowned, panic surging in your chest. “How are you so calm?” you hissed out. “Parents’ Day starts in an hour.”

Ajax shrugged, light and unbothered. “So?”

“So?” you repeated, incredious. “You’re meeting my mom.”

“Yeah.”

You resisted the urge to smack him or maybe even yourself. “Ajax,” you hissed out. “This day has to be perfect. What if something happens? Or- or what if she doesn’t—”

What if she doesn’t like you? you think desperately.

Your mom was a kind woman, you knew. She was incredibly caring towards others and never did hesitate to show her affection for the ones she loved. And you were the one she loved the most in this world.

Which is great and all.

But it also meant she was protective.

Really protective.

You were the light of her world and she only ever wanted the best for you; whatever brought you joy and happiness, your mom made an effort to rechieve it for you.

And if someone hurt you?

May they rest in peace.

You had never had a boyfriend, had never had to even think of what your mom would react to the news.

But then you came to Nevermore and met Ajax.

Ajax, who was only ever kind and sweet and caring.

It started with a tour as he blabbered on about something that was definitely not Nevermore related; and then you ended up tutoring him for his classes. You spent more and more time with him and, before you knew it, Ajax was asking you out on a date, the first date of many to come.

And now it’s four months into a relationship you never knew you needed until you had it.

Ajax smiled, teeth peeking from how wide he grinned. “It’ll be fine,” he murmured and he patted the spot beside him again and, finally, you padded over and sunk down beside him. He grabbed your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to it. “Trust me. Everything will turn out okay.”

You took a deep breath and let yourself relax against him. “Okay.”

“I’ll even hold your hand if you want me to,” Ajax offered, pink on his cheeks.

You flushed and nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He kissed your hand again.

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“Mom!” you yelled, weaving through the people as you spotted the person you were waiting the most for, yanking Ajax forward by his hand as he stumbled to keep up with you. Your mom turned around and you practically leapt into her arms, letting go of Ajax.

“Y/n, my darling,” your mom hummed, squeezing you close. You melted into her hug before finally pulling away, allowing her to cup your cheeks gently. “How are you, sweetheart? Are you well? Have you been eating enough?”

You laughed, nodding. “I’m good and Nevermore’s lunches are way better than public school’s.” You tilted your head slightly. “How are you?”

Your mom smiled. “I’m just fine, dear.” She glanced over your shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Now who’s this?”

You stilled as her hands left your face and you looked over, finding Ajax watching the both of you quietly, eyes soft. You blushed as he smiled at you. “Oh, um, mom, I was you to meet someone.” You reached out and grabbed Ajax’s hand, pulling him closer to you. “Mom, this is Ajax, my boyfriend. Ajax, this is my mom.”

“Hello, Mrs. (L/n),” Ajax greeted, sticking his other hand out politely.

Your mom stared at him for a few moments, eyes looking between you, him, and your interlocked hands that dangled between you both before settling back on Ajax, who even started to get a little nervous himself.

Suddenly, your mom grinned widely.

“About time,” she laughed, shaking his hand. Your jaw dropped. “So, you’re the Ajax that Y/n has been talking about nonstop in her phone calls.”

You flushed red.

Ajax turned towards you, teasingly. “You talk about me?”

“What? No. Shut up,” you muttered.

Ajax simply grinned, kissing your forehead in return.

Your mom laughed. “Oh, you better believe Y/n talked about you a lot. I figured you two were dating.”

“Mom!”

“What?” Your mom tried to look innocent. She turned and looked Ajax up and down critically. “You did good, Y/n. What a polite boy here.”

“Yeah,” you whispered softly. “I got lucky.”

“No, babe, I’m lucky to have you,” Ajax countered.

“You better keep this one close, Y/n,” your mom warned, smiling at you two. “He’s a good one.”

You grinned and squeezed Ajax’s hand. “Don’t worry, I plan on it.”