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beenbaanbuun · 1 year ago

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opposites attract w/ addams!matz

it’s finally here… i spent so long on this and im finally happy enough with it to give it to you guys!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <333

words - 7.2k

genre - smut/fluff

warnings - sugar mommy!seonghwa, mommy kink, sugar daddy!hongjoong, daddy kink, cute!reader, sub!reader, dom!seonghwa, switch!hongjoong, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration (2 in 1), clit play, cum eating, collaring, partially clothed sex, seonghwa in a tulle robe, mentions of seonghwa in a dress, i’m so horny for seonghwa guys, mentions of drinking but everyone is sober, pet names (mommy, daddy, mi amor, cara mia, dove, love, lamb), i think that’s it?

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The fire crackles to your left as you lay before it for warmth. The grizzly bear rug - which you’d affectionately nicknamed Jongho, once you’d finally gotten used to the morbid thing - is soft beneath you, and you have to stop yourself from slipping away into a peaceful slumber atop it.

Although you assume your desire to sleep has more to do with the book in your hand than it does the rug. It had been carefully placed atop the side table next to the chez and since you had nothing better to do, you decided to read it. Only it seems it was written when Shakespeare’s great-great-great grandfather was still a twinkle in his father's eye, so comprehending a single word of it is proving to be more difficult than you originally anticipated. For all you know, you could be reading a recipe book and you’d be none-the-wiser.

For that exact reason, it doesn't take long for you to slam the book closed in frustration, tossing it to the side. It boinks the back of Jongho’s head, bouncing off and landing somewhere on the parquet floor. You can’t be particularly bothered to check where it’s landed, knowing that if you do, you’ll be liable to clean up after your mini-tantrum. The longer the location of the book remains a mystery, the longer you can stay swaddled in the blanket of warmth that Jongho and the fire are providing you with.

“Little dove?” A voice calls from the doorway to the sitting room. Your head perks up and you glance over to where Hongjoong is leaning against the stone archway with a glass of whisky in hand. You smile at him, which he returns, “I didn’t even notice you were here. When did you arrive?”

He takes a few steps into the room before coming to a halt upon spotting your body that had previously been hidden by the chez lounge. You’re lying on your tummy, head in hands and feet kicked up in the air. It’s quite obvious you’re not trying to seduce him with the way you're staring up at him with innocent eyes. In fact, once he spots the book tossed a couple of feet away, he can tell that your behaviour is more on par with a petulant child than a seductress. If it weren’t for your outfit, he’d perhaps find you adorable, but that’s the last word he’d use to describe that tiny little tennis skirt you’re wearing.

The hem had flicked up at some point, revealing just a little more thigh than you realise. If Hongjoong looks carefully he’s almost sure he can see the crease of where your ass cheek meets your thigh. He averts his gaze, if only to stop himself from pouncing on you and instead, he lets it travel down your soft legs. His eyes don’t get far, however, as seconds later his pupils come to rest on the thigh-highs you wear. The way they dig into your thighs so prettily, your soft flesh spilling over the top, draws him in.

He gulps down the rest of his whisky to calm himself.

“About fifteen minutes ago,” you shrug before laying yourself completely flat against the bear you seem to adore so much. Your fingers curl into its fur and you stretch your legs out behind you. Hongjoong almost finds you cute, but the way you move only brings more attention to your thighs. He notices the purple marks that had been left between them only days prior have faded, for the most part, although the memory alone makes his cock throb, and he quickly manoeuvres himself so he’s sitting on the chez with one leg firmly over the other to hide the growing tent in his black, pinstripe slacks.

“Why didn’t you call for us, my dove?” He places his empty glass down on the side table, the cubes of ice clinking musically against the sides, “you know we would’ve come running to you.”

You flip onto your back, rolling just a touch closer to Hongjoong’s feet. A shiver runs through you as the cold patch of Jongho’s fur rubs against your skin, and you almost want to shuffle back to the patch you’d already spent the last quarter of an hour warming up with your body. You refrain. It’s nice to be close to Hongjoong, and besides, you can get a better look at him from this angle. Always so handsome, every single pore in his body oozing eloquence and grace. If you ever get to meet the demon who created such a tempting individual, you’d have to thank them personally.

Hongjoong feels the same way, desire and temptation filling him from top to bottom as you reveal the front of your outfit. The corseted top you wear hugs your breasts oh so perfectly, accentuating them in a way that would have a Victorian harlot gasping with jealousy. If you were, in fact, a harlot, Hongjoong would be willing to pay whatever it took for just a peek at your body.

“Seonghwa doesn’t like it when I don’t use my indoor voice,” you mumble through pouted lips. The way they pucker reminds him of all the pretty little sounds you let slip through them when he and Seonghwa are taking you apart. They play a symphony in his head, dizzying him as he further succumbs to your temptations.

“You should’ve come to seek us out then,” his voice is a little gravellier than it had been just a moment or two ago, his desire to ruin you only growing stronger by the second, “You know, rather than just lying here and waiting for us to stumble upon your little tantrum.” he gestures over to where the book still lays discarded on the ground.

You roll your eyes and let out a grunt of dismay.

“It’s not a tantrum,” you whine childishly, “I’m just bored, and that book was dumb.”

He hums as he watches you sulk with your face pressed up to the rug. You’re incredibly charming, actually, and all he wants to do is reach down and pull you into his lap. Perhaps whisper comfort to you as he toys with you a little. Turn you into a gooey mess, both mind and body. He pushes those thoughts away, yet the way you look at him draws them back. You’re the picture of innocence with glistening eyes, body spread out on his rug as if you’re too dumb to care about the amount of skin showing. Perhaps you are; it doesn’t seem like you’ve even noticed that your skirt has now lifted enough for him to see the front of your white cotton panties.

He wants to tear you to shreds.

“Bored, hm?” he grunts out through gritted teeth. His hard cock is aching at this point. It’s a white-hot ache that sits deep in his balls. He can feel that they desire nothing more than to be emptied into you.

“Bored and restless,” you sigh as you let your fingers intertwine with Jongho’s fur.

Hongjoong hums in understanding, a grin rising to his face as you so graciously drop all the answers to his problems in his lap. He almost gets down onto the floor himself to kiss you, but somehow manages to hold himself back.

“I have an idea, little dove,” he says. “How about you go upstairs and see Mommy?”

And just like that, time seems to stop. The suggestion brings all of your attention to Hongjoong who is staring you down like a lion on the prowl. There’s a dangerous smirk on his lips, the man baring his teeth as if he’s about to go in for the kill. You gulp as you push yourself into a sitting position, feeling every part ‘prey’ as he seems predator.

“You think it’ll help?” you take in a sharp breath, “i-if I go and see… Mommy?”

“Of course, I do, little dove” he leans in close and grabs hold of your chin between his fingers. His fingers are a little cold to the touch, which sends a shudder through your body. The reaction you have makes him chuckle, “Now be a good girl and run along, won’t you? Daddy won’t be far behind.”

The second his grip loosens on your face, you’re scrambling to your feet and rushing out of the room. Your socks almost make you slip on the lacquered parquet. Hongjoong chuckles as you balance yourself before disappearing into the stairwell. You take the stairs two at a time, footsteps thundering through the house. There's no doubt in your mind that Seonghwa will give you a lecture about your volume the moment he spots you, but that’s at the back of your mind right now. All you can think about is what’s to come.

You step foot on the landing, practically skipping down the hallway until you reach the open doorway to an all-too-familiar room. You knock desperately, not bothering to wait for a response before pushing it open and stumbling inside of the master bedroom.

Immediately your eyes hone in on Seonghwa, lying on the bed in all his glory, nothing but a black tulle robe to cover his lithe body. His wet hair hangs over his forehead in elegant waves, dripping droplets of water down his nose as he relaxes. Despite your desire to have him take you in any way he deems fit, you can’t help but stop for a second to admire the view.

“I thought I heard you coming,” his silken voice beckons you in like a siren. You follow it, stepping closer to your doom with every step, “although it wasn’t difficult. I’d be surprised if the people living four towns over couldn’t hear you.”

He locks eyes with you, dark pupils drawing you even further in. You shuffle toward him until you’re standing by his nightstand. A pretty hand reaches out to rest upon your waist, fingers dancing across the pastel material of your corset. Seonghwa reaches around the back to where the ribbon holds it in place and gives it a playful tug.

“I was just excited to see you,” you defend as he continues to play with the bow at the base of your spine, “Daddy sent me.”

The fingers pause for a millisecond before going back to what they were doing. They pull at the ribbon, tempting it looser and looser the longer they play. You have no doubt the bow will slip open any time now.

You can’t find it in you to care.

“And why did Daddy send you to me?” His lips are pretty as he talks, plush and pouty with a natural red tint to them. He looks vampiric; black eyes, glassy skin, crimson lips. You move closer still until the mattress presses firmly against your thighs, “were you misbehaving?”

You shake your head at the suggestion. Bar the book, which Hongjoong wasn’t even there to witness you throw, you’d been nothing but a good girl. Perhaps a little disrespectful at times, but nothing Hongjoong couldn’t have handled quickly and efficiently by himself.

“No?” Seonghwa tugs you onto the bed as he speaks. The hand that rests on your body works hard to rearrange you until you’re straddling him prettily. He admires the way your tiny little skirt bunches up at the top of your thighs, revealing the wet patch at the front of your panties. His eyes can hardly tear themselves away, and his dick begins to stir beneath the translucent fabric of his robe, “perhaps he just thinks a good fucking is what you need, my lamb. Is that it? Do you need your Mommy to help look after you, hm?”

This time you nod. You’d love nothing more than for Seonghwa to take care of you - he always does it so well. So slow that you can’t help but become dizzy with desperation; so soft that you can’t help but feel like a precious artefact being studied under Seonghwa’s watchful gaze; so loving that you feel nothing but safe in his grasp, able to turn off your mind and just enjoy him.

Seonghwa.

And upon that revelation, the man finally lets the bow slip open. Your corset loosens, gaping a little at the top. Your tits help to hold it up, but as Seonghwa begins to work on loosening the ribbon, you feel it start to slip away.

“Arms up,” he says as he grabs the material. You do as he asks, and he wastes no time in setting your top half free. You know better than to try and hide yourself from him, so when you lower your arms once more they remain glued to your sides - just as Seonghwa’s eyes remain glued to your chest. “Pretty little lamb,” he whispers, his face remaining stoic but his words soft. You can tell he means them.

“Do you want to take your skirt off too?” You nod, “Go ahead then, lamb; mommy can't do everything for you.” And whilst you’re under the impression that Seonghwa can - and mostly does - do everything for you, you obey. Slipping off of his lap, your hands work on the zipper, easing it down until the skirt can no longer stay up. Without so much of a touch from you, it slips down your thighs, exposing your white panties completely. You remove the skirt the rest of the way, throwing it on top of your corset to create a messy little pile of clothes upon Hongjoong’s pillow.

You look to Seonghwa for further guidance, your restless mind seems to enjoy being told what to do. It craves the softness that you so often get from him. The gentle touch and the gentle words that soothe you. The strict instructions that stop you from having to think for yourself, Seonghwa and Hongjoong - Mommy and Daddy - taking care of you entirely. It’s exactly what you need right now.

“My darling lamb,” Seonghwa whispers as he holds his arms out for you. You shuffle forward slightly, allowing him to tug you into a horizontal embrace, “Whilst I do love you in the family colours,” you know he means black - he and Hongjoong so often dress you up in expensive black lingerie before a night of intimacy. they love making you ‘theirs’ in any way possible, and wearing the ‘family colour’ is just another way to do that, “I must admit that the way your pretty pussy slicks up these dainty white panties is a lovely sight.”

His hands work together, arranging your body in his grasp until you’re lying just perfect for him. Your head sits in the crook of one elbow, leaving his hand free to play with your hair. The other arm lays on the soft flesh of your tummy. You relax into his touch, despite the fact that his hand is already beginning to move south. Still, he makes every movement so intentional that when his fingers do eventually reach the wet patch on your panties, it only makes you relax even further into him.

“So wet, lamb,” he murmurs into your ear, “who caused this?”

Obviously, he knows the answer, but he can’t help but take the opportunity to tease you. To see you squirm under his gaze as he waits for your answer is so entertaining to him. He knows it’s even more entertaining when you begin to stutter as pleasure wracks through your body; he begins to draw lazy circles against your clothed clit.

“Y-you and daddy,” you reply, voice breathy as Seonghwa increases the pressure on your sensitive bud, “you a-always make me so wet, Mommy…”

He chuckles as he feels your hips twitch against his fingers. You want more, and whilst normally Seonghwa would have you wait for it, teasing you until he’s decided you're ready for it, he can’t help but want to indulge you in your desires now. You're so good for him, he thinks to himself as he changes the pace a little. As your face screws up in pleasure, a smile rises to his own.

He continues at that pace, gauging how you're feeling by your facial expressions and the pretty sounds you make. When you bite your lip or furrow your brow, he knows you want more and so he adds more pressure until your mouth gapes wide and little high-pitched moans come from the back of your throat. That's how he knows you're happy. That is what he always aims to achieve because his pleasure, and Hongjoong’s for that matter, often comes from yours. Making the sweet little creature that they’d so lovingly taken under their wing happy is all they truly desire.

And you are, happy that is; falling apart under Seonghwa’s gentle touch will always be where you’re happiest. It's even better when he finally slips your panties to the side and puts his warm, delicate fingers directly onto your clit. You let out a heavy sigh as he spreads your lips with his index and ring finger, giving his middle finger an open pathway to the little button that is practically throbbing with the need to be played with again. And when he touches it, this time directly, it's even more electric than it was before. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you and you struggle to pin yourself to the bed. Your spine arches as you let out a loud whine. Fuck, it feels so good, and he’s barely even touched you yet.

Seonghwa begins to rub circles again, only this time without any barrier to dull the sensation. Magical, is the only word that you can use to describe the way it feels, each tender touch sending shocks of lightning through your body. It's like you don't have control over it as your hips buck against his hand, socked feet desperately rubbing against one another as it will do anything to help you ground yourself. Nothing can help now, not when Seonghwa has you feeling so high with just a few simple touches.

It doesn't take long until you feel it building up inside of you, racing to the top of that peak quicker than you can comprehend. You can feel your hole clenching around thin air, desperately trying to grip onto nothing. Perhaps Weonghwa would finger your next, preparing you for whatever is yet to come. You think you’d like nothing more than to be spread open with his lithe fingers, and it's that thought that finally pushes you over the ledge.

Your orgasm hits as the door swings even further open and Hongjoong walks in just in time to see you squirming under Seonghwa’s touch. He smirks at the sight of his darling husband taking such wonderful care of their little love, caressing your hair as he guides you through the intense feeling that is flowing through your body so rampantly. His fingers slow to a stop at just the right second, leaving you a panting mess in his arms.

“What a time to arrive,” Hongjoong says, voice clear as a bell as he makes his presence known. Seonghwa, of course, noticed him the second he walked in; the pair always did seem to have this weird, almost telepathic thing going on. They told you it was just true love at work, which was something you wholeheartedly believed, “It always is such a beautiful sight to see you cum, my dove. I could watch it forever and never get bored.”

Seonghwa hums out a chuckle at that, “Now isn't that a novel idea, lamb!” He presses a kiss to your temple, “Perhaps we’ll have to do that one day; a full day of making you cum over and over and over again”

“Maybe, Mommy,” is all you can spit out in response to their teasing, nodding along as if you're not dreading the idea of a whole day of overstimulation. The two men smile at your eagerness to please despite your obvious displeasure. Perhaps they’d suggest it again when you aren’t as lust-drunk as you seem to be now. Their only goal at this moment is to satiate you, not fulfil their own fantasies. They could wait a little while to put those into play.

Hongjoong shrugs off his jacket before clambering onto the bed, effectively trapping you between the two of them. Just like Seonghwa, he takes a moment to play with the hair that frames your face. He twists a strand between two fingers before tucking it behind your ear. Upon closer inspection, he can't help but notice the H pendant that dangles from your lobe. He wonders if Seonghwa has noticed the matching S sitting in your other ear, yet. It always does make the tall man so happy to see you wearing one of the many gifts they shower you in.

“I have something for you,” Hongjoong says, the earrings acting as a reminder of the box he’s had stored in the drawer of his nightstand for what seems like forever, now. They had been waiting for the right moment to present it to you, but right now seems as ‘right’ as any, “would you like to see it?”

You watch as he leans over to pull open his drawer, fetching a black oblong box from its confines. The box itself is nothing of note, but he passes it to you with such care, and you just know that whatever is inside of it is special. Your eyes meet with his, asking for permission to open it. He gives you a single nod in return.

You slip the lid off of the box.

“Oh,” you whisper as you lay eyes on what appears to be a collar of some sort. A thin velvet band that locks with a clasp at the back and finishes with a delicate bow at the front. Intricate lace frills surround the velvet, giving the collar more volume, yet keeping its soft appearance. A pastel pink pearl drips from a tiny metal ring that sits at the centre of the bow. Behind it is a petite chrome plate embossed with the letters ‘H&S’ in a fanciful font. It's beautiful, and you can't help but tell them that.

“You like it?” Seonghwa asked, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eyes. With the most genuine smile you can muster, you nod, “I’m glad.”

You feel Hongjoong close in beside you. He reaches an arm over your body to pick the collar up with a gentle hand. The velvet shifts in the dim light that shines from the chandelier above, and it changes colour right before your eyes, from black to a beautiful shade of magenta. You seem to recall Seonghwa wearing a similar dress once upon a time. It was black, just like your collar, but whenever he moved, the fabric rippled and in doing so, caused it to shift into a deep crimson. He and Hongjoong had waltzed together that night. It's nothing out of the ordinary for them, but that night sticks out to you specifically because of the sheer beauty of Seonghwa's dress.

“We wanted to give you something to remind you that you are ours,” Hongjoong tells you, voice as soft as the velvet on the collar, “because you are. From the moment we saw you, we knew you were ours. From now until forever, dove.”

And with that, he presses the fabric to your throat, dragging his fingers along it until they reach the clasp at the back. He fastens it, fingers lingering for a moment before pulling away empty-handed. You struggle to hide your smile as your mind fumbles over itself, repeating ‘theirs, theirs, theirs,’ over and over as if the fabric pressing into your jugular wasn't enough of a reminder of that fact.

With your newfound sense of belonging that you hadn't even realised you were missing, you find it easy to lean forward and take what is rightfully yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you steal a kiss from Seonghwa. Upon feeling your lips bump against his, lacking the grace or elegance he was used to when initiating kisses himself, he can't help but let out a surprised squeak. He soon finds his feet, though, taking control back in a matter of seconds and pushing you back against Hongjoong’s solid body. The clothed chest acts as a support for Seonghwa as he wraps a hand around your throat, softly stroking the jewellery as he deepens the kiss.

A tongue slips between your lips as a hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties. You struggle to focus on the way Seonghwa licks into your mouth when Hongjoong tugs the white fabric down your thighs, fully exposing you while the two men remain at least somewhat covered. You shift your legs slightly to aid him in his mission of removing them fully, never once pulling away from Seonghwa. You might’ve mentally praised yourself for multitasking if it weren't for Seonghwa shifting his body slightly, hard dick now pressing against your lower stomach through the tulle of his robe. Just one flick of the wrist and it would be fully exposed, ready to slip inside of you.

You moan into Seonghwa’s mouth.

He pulls away, panting desperately as he regains breath.

“Hell above, lamb,” Seonghwa utters, adams apple bobbing as he exclaims, “You really are a most devilish creature under that innocent exterior, aren't you? Pouncing on me like a little bear cub, hm?”

You go to answer, a touch of snarkiness on the tip of your tongue. Barely a sound leaves your lips, though, as a finger presses into your core and your words turn into a long, drawn-out whine. The finger bottoms out pretty soon, and that's how you can tell it’s Hongjoong’s; shorter than Seonghwa’s by a mile, yet ever so slightly thicker. As he adds a second almost immediately, you can't help but moan at the stretch.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you keen. Your head tips forward, landing with a heavy thud against the exposed part of Seonghwa’s chest, “your fingers feel so good.” He curls them inside of you, tempting a tiny squark from your lips. Then he does it again, routinely twisting them as he pumps them in and out. The sound they make as they swim amongst your gooey wetness is quite frankly obscene, but you find it hard to feel humiliated when so much pleasure flows through you.

Then you feel a second pair of fingers line up against your core, bullying their way in alongside Hongjoong’s. The stretch makes you choke on your spit, gurgling slightly as the longer pair brush against the squishy membrane of your g-spot. Like Hongjoong had moments before, Seonghwa begins to curve them slightly, petting your walls as his husband continues thrusting in and out.

The stretch is immense, almost reaching the familiar girth of Seonghwa’s cock. Like his fingers, it was long and whilst not necessarily thin, it didn't quite match up to the girth of Hongjoong’s. For that reason, you usually take Seonghwa first, but as you feel yet another finger press into your core, you can't help but wonder whether they’re prepping you to take Hongjoong first instead.

The fingers work together to open you up, spreading you wider than usual. You don't complain, letting them do whatever they choose with your body while you lay there limp and ready for them to take in whatever way they deem fit. They know your body well enough for you to give them full control. You trust them with yourself fully.

Hongjoong slips his three fingers out, and before long you can hear slurping above your head. Seonghwa’s fingers stutter within you, and you can’t help but feel a little curious. You flick your gaze to Seonghwa’s face, jaw dropping upon seeing his lips wrapped around Hongjoong’s digits, licking them clean of your juices. His eyelashes flutter gracefully against his porcelain-smooth cheeks, and even with his husband's fingers down his throat you can’t help but think he’s beautiful.

Hongjoong pulls them loose with a pop and dries the mixture of your juices and Seonghwa’s spit against his suit pants before he unzips them, his cock springing free almost immediately. It’s angry and red with precum flowing freely from the tip as if it’s about to explode if it doesn’t get something soon. You reach an arm out to touch it, but Hongjoong darts a hand out to catch it.

He tuts.

“Patience, little dove,” he whispers with a smirk, “Mommy may have let you take what you want, but I still expect you to do as I say.”

He wastes no time in shifting down the bed, gracefully moving until the head of his cock is lined up with your core. You half expect Seonghwa to pull his fingers free, but he doesn't. Hongjoong’s blunt head presses into your still-stuffed hole, only just breaching the pink rim. It's a painful stretch with Seonghwa’s fingers still inside of you, but Hongjoong goes slow, allowing your cunt to accommodate him at its own pace. With Seonghwa still petting that one spot, you find it fairly easy to let pleasure take over, the pain becoming more and more bearable until it fades into nothing.

It feels like it takes an age for Hongjoong to bottom out. Despite his cock not being tremendously long - perhaps even a little shorter than average - it seems to go on forever as he pushes it into you. The delicious stretch combined with the constant assault on your g-spot sends you hurtling towards another orgasm. All it takes is for Hongjoong’s pelvis to finally come to a standstill against yours, his thick cock fully sheathed within your warm, wet cavern, and you're coming undone. Your walls tighten around him, pressing Seonghwa’s fingers up against the shaft of Hongjoong’s cock. The latter bows his head and lets his jaw go slack. A guttural moan falls from his throat as he tries his hardest not to cum on the spot.

“My darling lamb,” Seonghwa chuckles into your ear as he slows his fingers to a stop. You're grateful for the break in stimulation, although you know it isn't bound to last, “you’re so sensitive tonight. It makes me wonder how you might react when I’m inside of you too. I bet you’d like that, yes? Mommy and daddy inside of you at the same time?”

You nod, although you don't quite let the true meaning of his words sink in. All you know is that you want them both, so incredibly bad. Your passionate, commanding Hongjoong hand in hand with your caring yet fiercely protective Seonghwa; they’d keep you with them forever if you let them. You’d live in their macabre bubble, surrounded by their morbid warmth and ghastly traditions. Your days would be filled with them; Hongjoong could teach you to fence or play chess, and Seonghwa would no doubt teach you about all the deadly plants he keeps in his greenhouse. You’d spend your evenings watching them Waltz in front of the fireplace, a funeral march playing from their old megaphone. Perhaps you’d join them from time to time, pressed to Hongjoong’s front as Seonghwa directs your movements from the chez.

And once the evening activities have drawn to a close, they’d drag you upstairs to bed to take you apart piece by piece. Each night they would push you to the edge of sanity before slowly bringing you back down to earth. They’d treat you like the most precious thing on the planet; a ruby to be polished and protected.

You want it more than anything. Seonghwa and Hongjoong - mommy and daddy - forever and always.

“Want you, Mommy,” you whisper, choking on your own words as Hongjoong begins to pull out slowly until only the tip is left sitting within your velvety walls. You cry out as his hips snap forward, propelling his entire length into you once more. It feels so good, and Seonghwa takes the hint to begin moving his fingers once more. It drives you insane. Chants of ‘please, please,’ fill the air, although you aren't quite sure what you’re begging for.

Seonghwa looks to Hongjoong, who lifts his head to see the silent question on his lover's face.

“One more, Cara Mia,” he grunts out as he pistons his hips into you, “she’s so tight.”

“Of course, Mi Amor,” Seonghwa hums and a mere few seconds pass by before you feel a third finger press against your entrance. You squirm as he pushes it inside of you, wriggling its way inside beside Hongjoong’s cock and his other two fingers. It's a snug fit, but you find it much easier to get used to than the initially painful stretch of Hongjoong’s member.

And even with the third finger added, they do much of the same, Seonghwa gently massaging your walls as Hongjoong pounds into you. The force of his hips increases with each thrust, making your mind go hazy. It's only made worse when Seonghwa begins to spread his fingers within you, making you squeal. His hand that still rests behind your head quickly comes to sit upon your fluffed-up barnet, petting it soothingly as he stretches you out even further.

You're babbling nonsense at this point, but neither man pays it any mind as they work you open past what you thought to be your limit. They're encouraged by the tiny pleas, keeping up their pace as you’re faced with a third orgasm. Perhaps that was what Seonghwa was waiting for because as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers, he begins to slip them out. You whine at the loss, even though Hongjoong is still working hard to fuck you through your orgasm, whilst somehow still staving his own off. Seonghwa just hushes you with a small peck to the lips.

He puts a hand on your shoulder, shifting you and Hongjoong ever so slightly. Just enough so he can slip behind you, his warm chest pressing up against your spine. For a moment, you wonder what he's doing, but then the chiffon of his robe moves to expose his cock and you’re struck by a sudden realisation of what both at the same time actually means.

That would explain why they were so determined to stretch you out…

Hongjoong’s hips slow to a stop with his member still deep inside of you as you feel the head of Seonghwa’s brush against your entrance. You moan as he forces the tip in with only a small amount of resistance from your stretched-out pussy. The unpleasant burn of being opened up is there again, but you bite your lip and let Seonghwa push himself into you alongside Hongjoong. You know the pain will dissipate soon, having already experienced it once with Hongjoong just a short while prior, but holy fuck does it hurt right now.

A helpful finger - although, in your dizzy state you can't quite work out who’s it is - finds its way to your clit, rubbing firm yet somehow also delicate circles on the little bundle of nerves. As you focus on the pleasure you get from that, it’s fairly easy to forget about the unpleasant ache between your thighs, and within minutes you’re once more able to relax into the ministrations of the men.

You whimper as the taller man bottoms out much quicker than Hongjoong did; perhaps he was just desperate from having to watch his husband fuck you for a while first. His tip gently brushes against your cervix, pulling a gasp from your lips as you feel him grazing against the sensitive muscle. He shushes you in your ear as he slowly begins to move. His thrusts are lazier than Hongjoong’s, slower and gentler just as they always are. It suits him; he always had been more restrained and patient than his shorter counterpart who is also beginning to thrust into you once more.

The contrast between the way the two men treat your body, as well as the determined finger upon your button, is enough to drive you crazy. You’re left as nothing but a moaning mess between them, squirming as they fuck into you at different paces; Seonghwa slow and gentle and Hongjoong quick and animalistic. You’re putty in their hands at this point, purely there for them to use and pump full of cum.

It doesn't take long for Hongjoong to do just that.

“I’m close, my dove,” he groans into your ear, “your precious cunt is squeezing me so tight; I can't hold on any longer.”

Mere moments later, his hips stutter to a stop, his dick still deep inside of you. You know exactly what’s coming, but it still doesn’t stop you from moaning as you feel the thick, warm liquid fill you to the brim. Seonghwa only fucks it deeper, forcing the feeling of fullness upon you. You expect it to vanish any minute; Hongjoong will pull out and the cum will flow out with him.

He doesn’t, though; more accurately, Seonghwa doesn’t let him.

Just as you feel Hongjoong begin to retract his softening cock, the hand that lies against your pubis, fingers dancing upon your clit, shoots out to catch his hip. He whines, more pathetic than you’ve ever heard him before; it’s a beautiful sound, and you can’t help but clench around them when you hear it.

“Cara mia, please,” he whimpers, jaw opening wide in a silent moan as Seonghwa continues to thrust into you, cock rubbing repeatedly against Hongjoong’s own oversensitive member, “it’s too much.”

You’ve never seen him so submissive before, and you have to admit you find it hotter than you feel you should. The two of you moan out in unison, the combination of Seonghwa’s languid movements combined with the control he has over the both of you is enough to send you spiralling to the end. You can feel it coming, but with the lack of stimulation on your clit, you can’t quite get there. You open your mouth to protest, but then Seonghwa’s tip pushes through the milky cum to brush against your cervix, and your mind is once again empty.

“But you can take it, Mi Amor,'' Seonghwa taunts from behind you, voice low and velvety in your ear. In a last-ditch attempt to keep any semblance of your sanity, you let your hands shoot out to grab at Hongjoong’s black shirt. It’s damp with sweat beneath your hands, but as you squeeze the soft material between your fingers, you can’t find it in you to care. “You can take it so our little lamb can feel good; keep her stuffed full until her Mommy can cum inside of her too.”

Hongjoong nods wordlessly, too focused on panting his way through the overstimulation to form any words. Through hooded eyes you watch his face contort with pained pleasure, eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing as your fluttering walls and Seonghwa’s twitching cock torture his sensitive shaft. He looks so beautiful, and while you know you’ll probably never have the chance to overpower him in such a manner, you're happy you can at least bear witness to it now.

And with the knowledge that Hongjoong will behave, Seonghwa moves his fingers back to your clit. They dive straight in, tweaking the throbbing bud in a way that draws a loud cry of pleasure from your lips. Your walls tighten around both men’s members; an action which has them simultaneously moaning in your ears. Knowing just how much of an effect you have on the two men encourages you to constrict them within your walls again.

It must feel good since that's all it takes to have Seonghwa come to a standstill inside of you, ropes of his cum emptying into your womb and mixing with Hongjoong’s. It's beautifully warm as it shoots up against your cervix. That alone is enough to have you clenching down on them once more.

Seonghwa grunts as you milk him dry, and the moment he's finished spilling his load inside of you, he taps Hongjoong’s hip to get him to pull out of you. Perhaps it's that - the final drag of their dicks against your walls - that pushes you careening off the edge into your final orgasm of the night. Your entire body tightens as your vision turns white for just a moment. You can feel your back arch and your hips buck as Seonghwa continues to toy with your clit, but it's like your mind is separate from your body, unable to control anything that it does in response to the mind-blowing climax.

He takes his fingers away at just the right moment, not wanting to push you any further than you already have been tonight.

Still, it takes a moment or two for you to come back down to earth, the remnants of the orgasm sending endorphins racing through your body as you try to catch your breath. It seems the men on either side of you are in the same boat, heavy breathing the only sound you can hear. It's pleasant to feel their chests rising and falling against you, but the comfort you gain from it doesn't take away from just how empty you feel now.

And perhaps it's that or the sudden crash of adrenaline that makes your throat tighten and tears begin to build up upon your lash line. The first one falls, pretty quickly, but it doesn't get very far as Hongjoong kisses it away. His lips linger against your face, relishing the way your hot skin feels against them.

“Why are you crying, my lamb?” Seonghwa whispers against your ear. His fingers lift up to brush against your face, swiping away another stray tear, “are you that happy?”

“Empty,” you correct, voice stuffy as you allow yourself to cry, “but, I guess happy too. How could I not be when I’m with you two?”

They both hum in amusement as they crowd you with their bodies. You’re stuffed between them; the weird pastel meat in an equally weird gothic sandwich, and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Not when you know now that you’re theirs, and they’re yours - the tag of the collar that dangles against your throat reminds you of that fact. You pick it up between your fingers, toying with the cold metal.

“I can’t do anything about you feeling empty, I’m afraid,” Seonghwa says, “but I’m certainly pleased you’re happy, my little lamb.”

“You could stuff me back up?” You say, only half in jest. Hongjoong scoffs and shakes his head in a desperate refusal; clearly, he’s still too sensitive.

Part of you wants to take advantage of that and tease him a little. It would be so easy to shuffle and ‘accidentally’ brush your thigh against his cock. If you’re careful, you’ll definitely be able to avoid suspicion, and if you get caught you doubt you’ll get much more than a warning. Still, as you look upon his face and see nothing but adoration, the thoughts seem to vanish into thin air.

You let go of your collar, pressing the hand against his cheek instead and use it to hold him in place as you peck the tip of his nose. The metal of the collar clinks as he scrunches his nose up in mock dismay and gently pushes you back into Seonghwa’s chest. You giggle, and its music to their ears; so soft and bright that if it belonged to anyone else, they would’ve found themselves put off by it.

Since it belongs to you, though, it's become their favourite sound.

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tagged - @vesvosmozhno

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez smut #poly ateez x reader #poly ateez smut #poly ateez #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #matz x reader

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i love you write! can i req where shapeshifter reader's Super high after hanging out with stoners and shift to grizzly bear and can't shift back to human form enid report to wednesday, also reader just talk random shet that all wednesday hear was bear grumbling and whining?, tq 3<

New heights

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: implied drug use, you’re kinda a dumbass lol, my attempt at humor

A/n: writers block is kicking my ass whoops… also happy new years!

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“Wednesday, can you decipher this?” Enid gets up from her bed to show her roommate the text she just got from you, which seemed to be just a bunch of random letters

“What makes you think I’m going to understand better than you.” Wednesday raises an eyebrow at Enid from where she’s sitting at her desk

“I dunno, she’s your girlfriend? Girlfriend telepathy or something”

“I recall her telling me she was, to put it bluntly, getting high with friends tonight.”

“And you didn’t think to lead with that! Do you know where she is?”

“Knowing her, the forest.”

“And you let her!?” Enid exclaims, a hand racking through her hair

“(Y/n)’s the scariest thing in there. Worst comes to worst she comes out with a few scratches.” The blonde is about to respond when her phone pings with another few messages from you

hey uh tell wednesday to come pick up her girlfriend (10:27)

i think (Y/n)’s lost it (10:27)

i’m her friend btw (10:27)

FUCK PLEASE HURRY SHE’S NOT MENTALLY STABLE ANYMSO (10:28)

“Alright put on your big girl pants, we’re getting your girlfriend” Enid’s phone rings with an incoming facetime from you, and she scrambles to click join. What she doesn’t expect is the face of one of your friends, looking a little more than worried

“Oh, thank god! I’m sorry for bad first impressions, but-“ A whine is heard in the background your friend turns to the noise

“Chill out dude, your girlfriend is right here!” He turns back to Enid

“Please put Wednesday on, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bear cry before” Wednesday perks up at her name and swiftly takes the phone from Enid. Your friend turns around the phone so now the two roommates are looking at a grizzly bear that stands on its hind legs, whining and maybe even sobbing

“(Y/n).” Wednesday says, and you snap your head towards the phone held in front of you

Now aware of your girlfriends face in front of you, you get back down onto all fours and boop the screen with your nose

“Wednesday, I missed you! Y’know I was just out here, getting high with my friends as one does, and then all of a sudden I was really sad! Then I started thinking really hard why that might be and I realized it was because you weren’t here! You know how I ugly cry, right? Well I started doing that but for some reason my friends didn’t really understand what I was saying, but I know you’d understand! So that’s why we’re here. Also, I think I might’ve had a growth spurt. I feel really tall and big right now”

Just by the shaking of your phone on the other end of the call, Enid knows her feelings of confusion and maybe fear are shared when you start to grumble and whine. Only you would be able to ramble as a fucking grizzly bear

“C-Connection’s bad, please say something!” Your friend squeaks behind the phone, and Wednesday resists the urge to roll her eyes. It was you, after all. No reason to be scared

“Enid, make sure she doesn’t freak out. I’ll go pick her up.” Wednesday sighs, grabbing her jacket and giving Enid her phone back. She hears you whine even more when you can’t see Wednesday in frame anymore

“(Y/n), can you…” Is the last thing Wednesday hears before leaving the dorm. For an academy that had a curfew, they were astonishingly bad at keeping it upheld. A turn here, climb up that wall, don’t touch that grass near the academy, and boom you’re in the forest before Enid can post something on her blog about Xavier and Bianca’s relationship

You weren’t very difficult to find. The wailing of a bear basically echoed in the forest and claw marks on trees made a clear path to the place you and your friends were getting high at. Well, were getting high at. Wednesday almost wants to watch your friends stay scared behind trees as you claw at the ground below you even more as Enid’s attempts at calming you down seem to be futile

“Wednesday’s almost there, (Y/n)! Maybe just a few more minutes?”

“But I want her now!!” You cry, falling to the ground on your furry stomach with a loud thump

“We’ve already established you’re a bear! We don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, dude!” Your friends voice cracks

“There are two wolves inside of me…” Your head snaps at the sound of a twig snapping in the forest. You stand up on your hind legs, hoping to intimidate whoever seems to be in the forest with you. You’ve already pissed on every tree so no way another bear would dare challenge you for territory

“Who’s there!”

“Don’t get your fur matted, it’s just me.” Wednesday makes her presence known by a chill in the air, which makes your friend jump but ultimately hide behind her. At first he touches her shoulder but the glare she sends his way makes him rethink his life. Luckily he gets out of the way before you barrel towards Wednesday. This time, as a giant tiger

The Addams is quickly tackled to the floor with your entire body weight on her. Your tongue would probably hurt Wednesday if you licked hard enough so you opt for chuffing wildly while having all the characteristics of a needy house cat. You had to make your peace with not being able to purr as a tiger. Which, you were always mad about. “If big cat, why no purr?” as you’d say

“(Y/n).” Wednesday embraces you. Her hands rack through your fur with calculated fingers that knew where to pet you. Under your stomach, behind the ears, and anywhere on your neck. She also knew where your pressure points were, but there’s no fun in dragging a tiger back to Nevermore

You chuff in response, not planning to stop smothering your girlfriend

“(Y/n).” Wednesday tries again. She fails.

“(Y/n).” This time, the look on your girlfriends face makes you stop your smothering. You blow air into her face with a tilt of your head

“Human, now.” You huff in Wednesday’s face while unwillingly getting off of her. Despite her protest you stay a tiger as you walk over to your friend, who looks confused as ever. Giving him a small nod, you take your phone out of his hand with your mouth and let him pet your head

Next, you scoop up Wednesday on your back while deciding it’s a better time than ever to leave

“S-Same time next week?” Your friend calls behind you. You give him the best smile you can whilst your phone is still in your mouth

You’re halfway out the forest when Wednesday finally decides to talk to you again

“For the record, I’m not doing this again the same time next week.”

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Bonus:

Enid opens her door to; you, who’s taken Wednesday’s jacket with a shit eating grin and Wednesday, who’s glaring at you with what looks to be either murder or adoration.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay

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depressionisreal1996 · 11 months ago

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The Traumatized Omega

Chapter 10:

Bold and Underlined=POV Change

Underlined=Line Break

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

This story is about to take a dark turn. Usually, I love dark turns. Like when the carousel brakes mysteriously failed at my eighth birthday party. But not this one.

Narrator's POV

Multiple police dogs are barking, as the police are searching the woods. One of the police officers went up to the sheriff.

"We've been searching for hours, Sheriff. The dogs need a break. Think we missed something?"

"I say we double back, sweep Collet Creek, and then call it a night," the sheriff said.

"Okay."

Wednesday's POV

"How could you miss a dead body," I asked the sheriff. The sheriff, Y/N, Weems, and I was walking to Weems' office.

"'Cause it wasn't there. No footprints, no blood, no sign of a struggle. Nothing, nada," the sheriff explains, "my search party looked all night."

"Well, your search party must have left their seeing-eye dogs at home," I told the sheriff, "Y/N and I saw that monster kill Rowan right in front of us."

"Get a good look at this monster thing," the sheriff asked both Y/N and I. To be honest, I didn't want Y/N to be here, getting involved, but my instincts are still running high.

"It d-d-d-didn't st-st-stick around f-f-for a ch-ch-chat," Y/N told the sheriff.

"Maybe it was one of your classmates," the sheriff said.

"Sheriff, I find that question offensive. (As did I, just because there is a monster killing people doesn't mean it comes from a school of outcasts like Nevermore. Though I do wonder if there are more schools like Nevermore for outcasts in the Wednesday universe.)," Weems said offended at the mere thought that one of her students could do such a thing.

"I don't care, 'cause I got three other dead bodies in the morgue," the sheriff said turning to Weems, "hikers just ripped apart in the woods."

"The mayor said those were bear attacks," Weems said dismissively.

"Well, the mayor and I disagree on that."

"So, you automatically assume a Nevermore student is the murderer," Weems said, "even though there's no evidence a crime was even committed."

"I'm sorry. I forgot, you only teach the good outcasts here, right," the sheriff said after glancing at me. I knew what he was thinking about when he said that. It has something to do with my father and how he thinks he was a murderer, even though I know that my father doesn't have the guts.

"My guess is Rowan ran away," Weems sighs as we entered her office, "state troopers put out an alert, and I've contacted his family, but they haven't heard from him either."

"D-d-d-dead people are n-n-notor-tor-toriously bad at re-re-returning c-c-calls," Y/N told Weems.

"What were you doing out in the woods with him, Ms. Addams, Ms. Y/L/N," the sheriff asked both Y/N and I.

"We heard a noise in the forest and went to go investigate. That's when we stumbled upon the attack," I told the sheriff. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Y/N shiver from the memory, and I so wanted to offer her comfort just not in front of people.

"Then what happened?"

"Then we ran into Bianca Barclay, and told her to go for help," I explained, "next thing I remember, I was awaking in my dorm."

"And just to be clear, this monster wasn't a bear or some other wild animal," the sheriff asked me.

"I've hibernated with grizzlies," I told him, "I know the difference."

"I-i-i can feel a-a-animal's s-s-souls, and th-th-this creature's s-s-soul didn't f-f-fell no-no-normal," Y/N explained. I looked at her with intrigued.

"Thank you, Sheriff. I think Miss Addams and Miss Y/L/N are done now," Weems told the sheriff standing up, but I wasn't done yet.

Y/N's POV

"Actually, I would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin. Alone," Wednesday told Weems.

"I-i-i would like to s-s-speak with h-h-him as w-w-well," I said.

"I'm not sure I can allow that," Weems said.

"I'm sure I could take them to the station and get a formal statement," Sheriff Galpin said (which I'm sure is standard procedure for any crime that was witnessed.) "yeah, let's go."

"Fine. You have five minutes, and everything is off the record. Play nice.... or I will call the mayor," Weems threatened, and with that, Weems walks out leaving Wednesday, the sheriff and I alone.

"Someone is trying to cover up Rowan's murder," Wednesday said, turning towards the sheriff, "that's the only reason to scrub the crime scene."

"Is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer," the sheriff asked, making me want to rip his throat out. I mean come on, how childish can the sheriff be for comparing a child of a potential murderer. A child should never hold the responsibility for their parents' actions.

"My father's twice the man you are," Wednesday fired back, emotionlessly, " and the only thing he murders is the occasional opera in the shower."

"It's been a long night. I'm tired of your games."

"S-s-she's not p-p-playing g-g-games," I told him in defense for Wednesday, "w-w-we're telling t-t-the t-t-truth."

"You want to reject our claims, but you can't," Wednesday told the sheriff.

"Why is that," Sheriff Galpin asked.

"Because you, Y/N, and I both know there's a monster out there," Wednesday explains, "and Rowan is his latest victim."

Just then, the door opens, and a policewoman slightly walks in.

"Sheriff," she said.

"What," he asked.

"You're gonna want to see this," she said opening the door more. And what I saw, shouldn't be possible as I saw Rowan, alive. I stared at him in shock, but then I got a good sniff of him, and realized that wasn't Rowan, but I couldn't figure out whose scent that was. I looked over to Wednesday and saw the look of shock. I need to make sure to tell her that wasn't Rowan, but I'll tell her later.

Wednesday's POV

"Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see."

Clearly Nevermore's most famous alumni picked that up here. No wonder he became a drug-addled madman.

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"Help me understand why you claim you witnessed a murder," Kinbott asked both Y/N and I," was it to gain attention?"

"Why should I bother telling you anything," I asked, "you've already decided we're lying. We know what we saw."

"Your life's had a lot of upheaval recently," Kinbott told me, "it's okay to be confused about things."

"Don't try and lure us into one of your psychological traps," I told her as I saw that Y/N was still uncomfortable sharing these therapy sessions. I completely understand, as these sessions should only happen individually.

"No one is trying to trap you," she told me, "I'm here to help you process your emotions."

"Emotions are a gateway trait," I told her, "they lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don't do tears."

"Tell me how you're adjusting to school," she asked me.

"Sartre said, "Hell is other people." He was my first crush," I told her. I saw Y/N look at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Wednesday, part of the reason your parents sent you to Nevermore is so you could find your people," Kinbott told me, "become part of a larger community."

"I like being an island," I said, "a well-fortified one surrounded by sharks."

"What about Y/N," she asked me. I looked towards my omega, and she looked back at me.

'Only she's allowed,' I wanted to say, but kept quiet.

"Have you considered your antisocial tendencies might be motivated by fear of rejection," she asked me.

"If you were to reject me, I would not be upset," I flatly said.

"What if Y/N rejected you," she asked, and this caused pain to erupt in my chest, but I stayed quiet.

"Well, you can't get rid of me that easily," Kinbott continued, "and look, you made it through an entire session without trying to escape. I'll take that as a win."

Both Y/N and I got up to leave, but as we were leaving, we ran into Tyler.

"Guess you decided to stick around Jericho," Tyler said then looked at Y/n, which greatly displeased me and was making her uncomfortable, "Wait, you see Dr. Kinbott too?"

"You should know," I told him, subtely moving in front of Y/N, "I'm legally requried to be here."

"Uh, me too. Court ordered," he told me.

"Look at us. A couple of teenage tearaways," I said. Tyler chuckled at that.

"Hey, when you guys ran off last night, at the Harvest Festival," he said, "I wasn't sure what happened, and then I heard... Kinda crazy."

"Everyone, including your father, believes we made it all up," I told him.

"You know, I," Tyler began, but was interrupted by his phone, "time to get in touch with my inner rebel. You know, for the record, I believe in you both."

And with that, he proceeded to his appointment, while Y/N and I just watch him.

#wednesday addams x fem!reader #alphawednesdayaddams #omegareader #omegaverse

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preenchimentosensivel · 6 months ago

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algumas coisas favoritas de 2024

(!) estou terminando esse texto pelo celular e não é a coisa mais confortável do mundo, mas a ideia de não postar essa lista até o fim do ano me assombra, então vai como dá! escrevo daqui:

esse foi um ano de muitas leituras direcionadas. li para dar oficinas, li pra escrever o artigo-tcc da especialização (essa palavra). também li muitas coisas que circulam fora do formato do livro físico - artigos científicos em pdf, xerox, newsletters, posts de blog e audiolivros. li muito pelo celular (como estou escrevendo agora).

entrei meio forte nos autobiográficos, ficcionais e não, entre eles ficaram marcados:

➰ Stone butch blues, Leslie Feinberg

➰ sex goblin, lauren cook

➰ Por que ser feliz quando se pode ser normal?, Jeanette Winterson

➰ A morte de Ivan Ilitch, primeiro audiobook que ouvi, narrado por Juliana Perdigão.

dos artigos, a participação de Michelle Santiago Cortés na newsletter Comsumption Report, de Akosua Adasi. esse trecho me marcou muito e penso nele com frequência:

o texto Cut and Paste: Teen Magazines and the Collaged Self, de Maya Man, foi ótimo pra me reconectar com a entidade young girl - um assunto que maya man também pesquisa - além de me dar insumos preciosos pra pensar a colagem, o que bombou com o tcc de Leo Laura, “RECORTO, RASGO, GUARDO E FAÇO DISSO UM POUCO MEU TAMBÉM: colagem como prática artística metodológica”, uma das leituras mais valiosas do ano!

fiquei obcecado no Tim Curry. sei lá, o que dizer? charme inegável e rizz diamante. assisti Clue, Ferngully, Rocky Horror de novo, Muppets na Ilha do Tesouro, Addams Family Values, Charlie’s Angels (bangers only) só pra ouvir a voz e admirar a beleza de Tim Curry.

esse causo no wikipedia também ficou aparecendo em flashes na minha mente por um bom tempo.

também obcequei com fotos de lugares antigos e imagens de catálogo de objetos, que viraram, lentamente, uma imagem e depois uma gravura em risografia (amuleto). comecei a guardar essas imagens em uma pasta.

assisti muita coisa repetida, de tv e cinema. das novidades, a série pen15 tem sido a mais empolgante, em especial o episódio “yuki”, da segunda temporada.

dos 93 filmes que assisti, Birth (2004), Taking Off (1971), Grizzly Man (2005), Dogs Don’t Wear Pants (2012) foram talvez os mais comoventes. amei reassistir Kill Bill e Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

de música, nem consigo descrever o quanto me envolvi com o álbum World of Work da Clarissa Connelly. foi uma experiência tão profunda e familiar ouvir de novo e de novo e de novo. também gostei muito do Universidade Favela do Edgar, e o Tidligere den dagen de Smerz + GAEA é o tipo de música que eu gostaria de fazer. toda vez que ouço fico passado (e inspirado).

a coisa que cozinhei que mais comi e amei fazer foi arroz com leite de coco + curry.

tanta coisa foi incrível e gigante, mas por ora reservo essas aqui.

eu adoraria experimentar um jeito diferente de registrar mídias consumidas no ano que vem, mas ainda não faço ideia como. vou pesquisar mais em janeiro (e aceito dicas!)

feliz passagem de ano! :*

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just a bear (or some other wild animal) | a WEDNESDAY One-Shot

“I’ve hibernated with some grizzlies. I know the difference.” the story of the time when wednesday slept in a bear cave for a week. she was seven and knew what felt just right.

[1,510] | [Last Edit: 1/5/2023] (Full One-Shot Post)

Note: This one-shot has been reposted from my old account onto this one. If it looks familiar, that's why.

Hope you enjoy!

Once upon a time,

after a house-on-wheels found its way into a graveyard’s ditch, a weekday Addams decided to venture onwards while her dear family made some renovations with her guillotined-bear at hand. After too many exciting adventures across the States, little Wednesday was searching after a place to rest her head, for a tire found its way onto her pillow. She traversed the gravesite, brimming with lavish stones upon words upon concealed bodies—though she knew they were there.

First, Wednesday prowled towards a grandiose crypt. Down one of its walls was a narrow window, but little Wednesday was small enough to wedge her way. She peered through the dark. This crypt was very beautiful, with skulls in each socket of the walls—candlesticks stuck in their eyes—, tapestries matted by cobwebs, and a coffin whose lid was bent open. The body inside sat erected, and its breath fogged the crypt. Hollow eyes stared down Wednesday, who seemed not at all perturbed. Her guillotined-bear sagged, and heaved a lousy breath.

“Too cold and stoney, for even I would gather frostbite in here,” she said. “Goodnight, Mister Skeleton. I’ve not an interest in here. Unfortunately.”

Mister Skeleton howled, though once little Wednesday wedged her way back through, Mister Skeleton laid back in its casket.

Second, Wednesday strolled her way towards the nearest church. This church was as haunting as the crypt, except its wood felt as lively coals, and its windows warbled as if to smoke. Wednesday then realized that, standing a foot-in the doorway, it was she who felt as lively coals, and warbling as if to smoke. Her dress smoldered to the rhythm of flames as she glared down the saintly statues around.

“Too warm and holy, for I would make this place a spot of Hell,” she said. There was a moment of consideration, because that would be a rather enlightening venture on its own, though unholy Wednesday needed rest, and perhaps food, neither of which this damned place would give her. Furthermore, her guillotined-bear was singed upon its edges! She flipped off the statues and went on her way, into the woodland.

Amongst the trees, tired Wednesday passed many a dark woods, until she came upon the wide mouth of a bear den. She crept inside on her hands and knees to find that this place was littered by leaves and shrubs, bone and fur. Little Wednesday Addams smiled grandly.

“Warm and grotesque! This place is just right, Mary Antoinette!” she said to the cotton-frothing bear. The bear might’ve smiled if it had a head.

Wednesday looked around, however, and realized the den’s family was off to the night, perhaps by the river her own family’s house-on-wheels had passed by. Nevertheless, Wednesday crawled down the den’s tunnel, then found the basin to it all. Within the basin, three meals laid.

The first, a box of pizza from a neighborhood, with cardboard which sagged the more Wednesday prodded. She plucked the lid and peered inside.

“Too soggy. And uninteresting,” she horked.

The second, an array of fishmeat within a pile; she prodded that too.

“Too dead,” she sighed, in dismay.

The third, a wriggling rabbit with a bitten-off leg, and a terrible, horrifying noise spawning from its panicked mouth. Wednesday’s smile was almost fanged.

“Still alive and subdued! This feast is just right, Mary Antoinette!” Wednesday said, with the unholiness that sparked fire in everything Christian. She devoured the animal from leg to snout, aside from the fur she used as napkins, and the bones which pricked the gunk from between her teeth—gunk, which, she too ate. Despite the fur, she ended her feast with a mouth and cheeks of blood. Little predator Wednesday was quite full, and she felt her lull for sleep drift her eyes across the basin. Alike the meals, beds were scattered.

A nest of furs and death and everything grime caught her eyes first. Wednesday fluffed what cushion it had.

“Too comfortable. I’d have an awful time with dreams,” she said.

A patch of dirt and stone and nothing else caught her eyes second. Wednesday patted the space.

“Too uninteresting again. I might as well have slept in that crypt after all,” she said, through a sigh.

A matted dog bed with holes and fleas, perhaps carried from the same neighborhood as that soggy meal, caught her eyes third. There was no need to test the thing—she hopped right in!

“What a detestable place to sleep! This bed is just right, Mary Antoinette!” Wednesday yawned. The guillotined-bear snuggled right with her.

As she began to drift to a place of night terrors, rumblings from the land above followed down the tunnel, until those lumbering strides revealed the den’s family. A small cub first, followed by a medium-bear second, followed by a lumbering, great bear third. The cub shuffled around the den to find its meal gone! Yet the cub followed its meal’s scent all the way to the blood across Wednesday’s mouth. The medium-bear followed, and so too the lumbering, great bear. The latter grunted at the face of their guest, turned to the pile of fish, and promptly decided that the guest was no issue. As the great bear ate, the medium-bear sniffed and sniffed Wednesday’s face, then the guillotined-bear, and decided that she smelled like a bear enough. The bear’s wet nose smeared across her forehead, then a tongue.

What a funny little cub! the medium-bear’s eyes proclaimed.

By the strike of an hour, a distant lightning bolt to proclaim a storm, the medium-bear—a dear Mother Bear—pawed her cub and the funny little Wednesday cub close, then lumbering Father Bear embraced his family all around. They snoozed, and they snoozed, and they snoozed some more, quite comfortable despite everything. Wednesday inhaled the gore caught to their furs and felt just right.

For six nights and seven days, she rested. Through her slumber, little Wednesday would occasionally hear wide-eyed Uncle Fester’s howling, but Mother Bear’s wet nose would remind her of the moldy drain pipe far back home, so she would slumbered on. When there was no moon to howl for, same-eyed Brother Pugsley would launch his brigade of explosives—from fire crackers to dynamite—in the arms of Uncle Fester, and would shake the ground to rouse Wednesday from her drowse; but the shaken ground felt just right, too alike the rumblings of their house-on-wheels, so Wednesday drowsed on. Her parents, Mother and Father, called to the night after her during her sleep, but their voices reminded her of the lullabies Mother would hum, and the stories Father would tell, so Wednesday remained sleepful. Even Lurch grew worrisome and marched the woodland with arms extended and low groans; his timbre and his boots snaked into Wednesday’s nightmares where she dreamt of the most ghastliest monsters.

Without any other options, the family held a seance in the graveyard. Mister Skeleton answered the call, though explained how little Wednesday complained about the draft. The statues of the church ignored the unholy family. Then, spirits in the woods answered their prayers to express their mischief, and not at all explain where their dear, woeful daughter had went for the whole debacle was far too entertaining; however, upon knowing the family’s grief, the spirits in the woods told the family that Wednesday was quite alright, and was merely sleeping of the most ghastliest of monsters.

The Addams Family was very much relieved to hear that, so they rested comfortably the last night, in the hopes that Wednesday would describe every last visceral detail of her adventures.

It wasn’t until their scurrying hand, in the following dusk, trailed the loose cotton to her guillotined-bear, discovered the den’s mouth, then snapped twice did Wednesday wake, for two snaps always meant come home.

She picked up her head from Mother Bear’s comfortable arms, the cub’s small paws, and Father’s Bear big embrace. Thing danced and pranced at the mouth of the den, then snapped, then tapped, a slew of morse.

G-O-O-D-S-L-E-E-P? C-O-M-E! C-O-M-E!

Carefully, Wednesday slipped away from her bear family to whisper, “Thank-you, Mother, Father and Cub-bears. That was delightfully horrible.”

She trudged from the den, felt Thing spring to her shoulder, before they trotted their way back to the renovated, fixed-up house-on-wheels at the graveyard. Her family sang and danced upon her return.

Thing tattled every little thing that Wednesday had told him along the way, to the family’s growing excitement.

“Next time you take an excursion during our family roadtrip,” Father said with a wormy smile, “invite Pugsley, or Thing, or Lurch, or your Mother and I!”

“If I did that, Father, who would have fixed the car?” flea-riddled Wednesday asked, as frank as ever.

The family paused, then, and considered her words.

“That is true,” they supposed, still in the throes of disappointment to know that they couldn’t slumber with bears like Wednesday had. Nevertheless, their faces brightened, and they ushered little Wednesday to a bath, offered to phone a veterinarian, then drove down their merry way.

The End.

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Holidays 11.22

Holidays

Alice's Restaurant Massacre Day

Arbour Day (British Virgin Islands)

Conspiracy Theory Day

Day of Justice (Azerbaijan)

Day of Music (Spain)

Day of Remembrance for President John F. Kennedy

Day of the Albanian Alphabet

Day of the Andalusian Gypsy (Spain)

Go For A Ride Day

Good Married Couple Day (Japan)

Hockey Day

Humane Society Day

International Chick Tract Day

International Ewing’s Sarcoma Awareness Day

International Musician’s Day

Isfahan National Day (Iran)

JFK Assassination Day

Kanakdasa Jayanti (Karnataka, India)

Love Your Own Country Day

Music Day (Spain)

Musician’s Day (Mexico)

National Amelia Day

National Aron Day

National Dental Dam Day

National Dental Nurses Day (UK)

National Housing Strategy Day (Canada)

National Jukebox Day

National Larimar Day (Dominican Republic)

National Nathan Day

National Senior Dog Day

National Stop the Violence Day

National Tie One On Day

Phonograph Day

Repentence Day (Sachsen, Germany)

Skywriting Day

Slumber Party Day

Start Your Own Country Day

Teacher’s Day (Costa Rica)

Turnip Day (French Republic)

What Do You Love About America? Day

White Album Day

World Day of the Schnauzer

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cranberry Relish Day

International Stilton Day

Kimchi Day (South Korea; California)

National Cashew Day

4th Wednesday in November

Blackout Wednesday [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Drinksgiving [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Green Wednesday [4th Wednesday]

National Family Caregivers Day [4th Wednesday]

National Jukebox Day [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Red Wednesday [4th Wednesday]

Thanksgiving (Norfolk Island, Canada) [4th Wednesday]

Spitegiving [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Tie One On Day (An Apron) [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Wacky Wednesday [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Wiener Wednesday [4th Wednesday]

What Do You Love About America Day [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Independence Days

Duvalia (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Lebanon (from France, 1943)

Regelis (Declared; 1999) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Amphilochius of Iconium (Christian; Saint)

Blackbeard Memorial Day (Pastafarian)

Cecilia (Christian; Saint)

Christian Rohlfs (Artology)

Clone Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Colbert (Positivist; Saint)

George (Eastern Orthodox; Georgia)

Herbert (Christian; Saint)

Light Snow (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Philemon and Appia (Christian; Saint)

Pragmatius of Autun (Christian; Saint)

Sagittarius zodiac sign begins

Theodorus the Studite (Christian; Saint)

Vernon the Grizzly Bear (Muppetism)

Ydalir (festival to Ullr, god of archery & skiing; Ancient Norse)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

The Addams Family (Film; 1991)

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (Animated Film; 1991)

Back to the Future Part II (Film; 1989)

The Beatles [The White Album] (Album; 1968)

Beauty and the Beast (Animated Disney Film; 1991)

Bettie Page Reveals All (Documentary Film; 2013)

Blue Hawaii (Film; 1961) [Elvis Presley #8]

Boléro, by Maurice Ravel (Orchestral Work; 1928)

Captain Kidd (Film; 1945)

Casino (Film; 1995)

Clambake (Film; 1967)

Coco (Animated Film; 2017)

Darkest Hour (Film; 2017)

Die Another Day (US Film; 2002) [James Bond #20]

For the Boys (Film; 1991)

Frida (Film; 2002)

Frozen (Animated Disney Film; 2013)

Frozen 2 (Animated Disney Film; 2019)

Goofy’s Glider (Disney Cartoon; 1940)

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (Film; 2013)

Hypnotize, by System of a Down (Album; 2005)

Jelly Roll Blues, recorded by Bunny Berigan (Song; 1938)

King Solomon’s Mines (Film; 1985)

Man of La Mancha (Broadway Musical; 1965)

Olaf’s Frozen Adventure (Disney Cartoon; 2017)

Once Upon a Studio (Disney Short Film; 2023)

Power and Terror: Noam Chomsky in Our Times (Documentary Film; 2002)

The Producers (Film; 1967)

Shine (Film; 1996)

Star Trek: First Contact (Film; 1996)

Swann’s Wy, by Marcel Proust (Novel; 1913)

Throne of Blood (Film; 1961)

Toy Story (Animated Pixar Film; 1995)

Vitalogy, by Pearl Jam (Album; 1994)

Wish (Animated Disney Film; 2023)

With the Beatles, by The Beatles (Album; 1963)

Today’s Name Days

Cäcilia, Salvator (Austria)

Cecilija, Cilika, Dobrila, Filemon (Croatia)

Cecílie (Czech Republic)

Cecilia (Denmark)

Cecilia, Säsil, Silja, Silje, Sille (Estonia)

Cecilia, Seela, Selja, Silja (Finland)

Cécile (France)

Cäcilia, Rufus, Salvator, Silja (Germany)

Cecilia, Filemon, Filimon, Philimon, Valerios (Greece)

Cecília (Hungary)

Cecilia (Italy)

Aldis, Aldonis, Alfons, Alfonss, Alfs (Latvia)

Cecilija, Cilė, Dargintė, Steikintas (Lithuania)

Cecilie, Silje, Sissel (Norway)

Cecylia, Marek, Maur, Wszemiła (Poland)

Arhip. Filimon, Onism (România)

Cecília (Slovakia)

Cecilio, Filemón (Spain)

Cecilia, Sissela (Sweden)

Cecelia, Philemon, Yaropolk (Ukraine)

Abbey, Abbie, Abby, Abigail, Cecelia, Cecil, Cecilia, Cecily, Cecyl, Celia, Gail Gale, Galen, Gay, Gayle, Philemon, Philo, Shayla, Sheila (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 326 of 2024; 39 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 47 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 23 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 10 (Jia-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 9 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 9 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 26 Mir; Fiveday [26 of 30]

Julian: 9 November 2023

Moon: 75%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 18 Frederic (12th Month) [Colbert]

Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 60 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 1 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Sagittarius (The Archer) begins [Zodiac Sign 9; thru 12.22]

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 2 years ago

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Holidays 11.22

Holidays

Alice's Restaurant Massacre Day

Arbour Day (British Virgin Islands)

Conspiracy Theory Day

Day of Justice (Azerbaijan)

Day of Music (Spain)

Day of Remembrance for President John F. Kennedy

Day of the Albanian Alphabet

Day of the Andalusian Gypsy (Spain)

Go For A Ride Day

Good Married Couple Day (Japan)

Hockey Day

Humane Society Day

International Chick Tract Day

International Ewing’s Sarcoma Awareness Day

International Musician’s Day

Isfahan National Day (Iran)

JFK Assassination Day

Kanakdasa Jayanti (Karnataka, India)

Love Your Own Country Day

Music Day (Spain)

Musician’s Day (Mexico)

National Amelia Day

National Aron Day

National Dental Dam Day

National Dental Nurses Day (UK)

National Housing Strategy Day (Canada)

National Jukebox Day

National Larimar Day (Dominican Republic)

National Nathan Day

National Senior Dog Day

National Stop the Violence Day

National Tie One On Day

Phonograph Day

Repentence Day (Sachsen, Germany)

Skywriting Day

Slumber Party Day

Start Your Own Country Day

Teacher’s Day (Costa Rica)

Turnip Day (French Republic)

What Do You Love About America? Day

White Album Day

World Day of the Schnauzer

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cranberry Relish Day

International Stilton Day

Kimchi Day (South Korea; California)

National Cashew Day

4th Wednesday in November

Blackout Wednesday [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Drinksgiving [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Green Wednesday [4th Wednesday]

National Family Caregivers Day [4th Wednesday]

National Jukebox Day [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Red Wednesday [4th Wednesday]

Thanksgiving (Norfolk Island, Canada) [4th Wednesday]

Spitegiving [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Tie One On Day (An Apron) [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Wacky Wednesday [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Wiener Wednesday [4th Wednesday]

What Do You Love About America Day [Wednesday before Thanksgiving]

Independence Days

Duvalia (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Lebanon (from France, 1943)

Regelis (Declared; 1999) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Amphilochius of Iconium (Christian; Saint)

Blackbeard Memorial Day (Pastafarian)

Cecilia (Christian; Saint)

Christian Rohlfs (Artology)

Clone Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Colbert (Positivist; Saint)

George (Eastern Orthodox; Georgia)

Herbert (Christian; Saint)

Light Snow (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Philemon and Appia (Christian; Saint)

Pragmatius of Autun (Christian; Saint)

Sagittarius zodiac sign begins

Theodorus the Studite (Christian; Saint)

Vernon the Grizzly Bear (Muppetism)

Ydalir (festival to Ullr, god of archery & skiing; Ancient Norse)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

The Addams Family (Film; 1991)

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (Animated Film; 1991)

Back to the Future Part II (Film; 1989)

The Beatles [The White Album] (Album; 1968)

Beauty and the Beast (Animated Disney Film; 1991)

Bettie Page Reveals All (Documentary Film; 2013)

Blue Hawaii (Film; 1961) [Elvis Presley #8]

Boléro, by Maurice Ravel (Orchestral Work; 1928)

Captain Kidd (Film; 1945)

Casino (Film; 1995)

Clambake (Film; 1967)

Coco (Animated Film; 2017)

Darkest Hour (Film; 2017)

Die Another Day (US Film; 2002) [James Bond #20]

For the Boys (Film; 1991)

Frida (Film; 2002)

Frozen (Animated Disney Film; 2013)

Frozen 2 (Animated Disney Film; 2019)

Goofy’s Glider (Disney Cartoon; 1940)

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (Film; 2013)

Hypnotize, by System of a Down (Album; 2005)

Jelly Roll Blues, recorded by Bunny Berigan (Song; 1938)

King Solomon’s Mines (Film; 1985)

Man of La Mancha (Broadway Musical; 1965)

Olaf’s Frozen Adventure (Disney Cartoon; 2017)

Once Upon a Studio (Disney Short Film; 2023)

Power and Terror: Noam Chomsky in Our Times (Documentary Film; 2002)

The Producers (Film; 1967)

Shine (Film; 1996)

Star Trek: First Contact (Film; 1996)

Swann’s Wy, by Marcel Proust (Novel; 1913)

Throne of Blood (Film; 1961)

Toy Story (Animated Pixar Film; 1995)

Vitalogy, by Pearl Jam (Album; 1994)

Wish (Animated Disney Film; 2023)

With the Beatles, by The Beatles (Album; 1963)

Today’s Name Days

Cäcilia, Salvator (Austria)

Cecilija, Cilika, Dobrila, Filemon (Croatia)

Cecílie (Czech Republic)

Cecilia (Denmark)

Cecilia, Säsil, Silja, Silje, Sille (Estonia)

Cecilia, Seela, Selja, Silja (Finland)

Cécile (France)

Cäcilia, Rufus, Salvator, Silja (Germany)

Cecilia, Filemon, Filimon, Philimon, Valerios (Greece)

Cecília (Hungary)

Cecilia (Italy)

Aldis, Aldonis, Alfons, Alfonss, Alfs (Latvia)

Cecilija, Cilė, Dargintė, Steikintas (Lithuania)

Cecilie, Silje, Sissel (Norway)

Cecylia, Marek, Maur, Wszemiła (Poland)

Arhip. Filimon, Onism (România)

Cecília (Slovakia)

Cecilio, Filemón (Spain)

Cecilia, Sissela (Sweden)

Cecelia, Philemon, Yaropolk (Ukraine)

Abbey, Abbie, Abby, Abigail, Cecelia, Cecil, Cecilia, Cecily, Cecyl, Celia, Gail Gale, Galen, Gay, Gayle, Philemon, Philo, Shayla, Sheila (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 326 of 2024; 39 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 47 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 23 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 10 (Jia-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 9 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 9 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 26 Mir; Fiveday [26 of 30]

Julian: 9 November 2023

Moon: 75%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 18 Frederic (12th Month) [Colbert]

Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 60 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 1 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Sagittarius (The Archer) begins [Zodiac Sign 9; thru 12.22]

#Holidays

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EPISODE SEASON 1 " DISC 1 " S01E01 "ADAM'S CUB" S01E02 "BLOOD BROTHERS" S01E03 "FUGITIVE" " DISC 2" S01E04 "UNWELCOME NEIGHBOR" S01E05 "HOWDY-DO, I'M MAD JACK" S01E06 "ADAM'S ARK" " DISC 3" S01E07 "THE REDEMPTION OF BEN" S01E08 "THE TENDERFOOT" S01E09 "THE RIVALS" " DISC 4" S01E10 "THE UNHOLY BEAST" S01E11 "BEAVER DAM" S01E12 "HOME OF THE HAWK" S01E13 "THE STORM" SEASON 2 " DISC 5" S02E01 "HOT AIR HERO" S02E02 "SURVIVAL" S02E03 "A BEAR'S LIFE" S02E04 "THE TRIAL" S02E05 "THE ORPHANS" S02E06 "THE SEARCH" " DISC 6" S02E07 "GOLD IS WHERE YOU FIND IT" S02E08 "TRACK OF THE COUGAR" S02E09 "THE CHOICE" S02E10 "WOMAN IN THE WILDERNESS" S02E11 "THE SPOILERS" S02E12 "MARVIN THE MAGNIFICENT" " DISC 7" S02E13 "A TIME OF THIRSTING" S02E14 "THE SEEKERS" S02E15 "A GENTLEMAN TINKER" S02E16 "THE RUNAWAY" S02E17 "THE GREAT BURRO RACE" S02E18 "THE LITTLEST GREENHORN" " DISC 8" S02E19 "THE RENEWAL" S02E20 "THE STRANGER" S02E21 "THE QUEST" S02E22 "THE SKYRIDER" S02E23 "THE WORLD'S GREATEST BOUNTY HUNTER" S02E24 "ONCE UPON A STARRY NIGHT"

#tv series episode #episode #episode guide #tv series #complete series #dvd #grizzly Addams

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incorrectwbbquotes · 4 years ago

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Nom Nom: I won't forget you.

Grizzly: You won't?

Nom Nom: You're too weird.

#incorrect quotes #we bare bears #nom nom #grizzly #grizznom #source:#addams family values

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Jake at the 2012 NCLR ALMA Awards 🔥

#sharp #i love the grizzly addams look on him #jake gyllenhaal #the sisters brothers #wildlife #spiderman far from home #southpaw #mysterio #brokeback mountain

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 2

Chapter 2: There is no “Eye” in Team.

"How could you miss a dead body?"

Wednesday, the Sherrif and Principal Weems walk though the school to her office.

"'Cause it wasn't there. No footprints, no blood, no sign of a struggle. Nothing, nada. My search party looked all night." The Sheriff kept his composure, as annoyed and upset he is.

"Well, your search party must have left their seeing-eye dogs at home. I saw that monster kill Rowan right in front of me." Wednesday claims.

"Get a good look at this monster thing?"

"It didn't stick around for a chat."

"Maybe it was one of your classmates." The Sherrif said accusingly, which Principal Weems interfered in.

"Sheriff, I find that question offensive."

"I don't care, 'cause I got three other dead bodies in the morgue. Hikers just ripped apart in the woods."

"The mayor said those were bear attacks." Weems furrows her brow at the Sheriff who is unfazed by her upset nature.

"Well, the mayor and I disagree on that."

"So you automatically assume a Nevermore student is the murderer, even though there's no evidence a crime was even committed."

"I'm sorry. I forgot, you only teach the good outcasts here, right?" The Sheriff scowls at Weems, they enter her office finally and The Sherrif sits across from Weems and her desk, which she promptly sits at as well.

"My guess is Rowan ran away. State troopers have put out an alert, and I've contacted his family, but they haven't heard from him either." Weems explains.

"Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls." Wednesday's prompt but cold demeanor stood firm in her belief.

"What were you doing out in the woods with him, Ms. Addams?" The Sheriff asked, "I heard a noise in the forest and went to go investigate. That's when I stumbled upon the attack."

"Then what happened?"

"Then I ran into Bianca Barclay, and I told her to go for help. Next thing I remember, I was awaking in my dorm."

"And just to be clear, this monster wasn't a bear or some other wild animal?"

"I've hibernated with grizzlies. I know the difference." Wednesda replies, and Weems gets noticeably, uncouth as she tries to lee up appearances.

"Thank you, Sheriff. I think Miss Addams is done now—"

"Actually, I would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin. Alone." Wednesday said, and there was an unnerving aura around it.

"I'm not sure I can allow that." Weems begins but the Sheriff, catching onto what Wednesday is doing, adds in.

"I'm sure I could take her to the station and get a formal statement. Yeah, let's go." He begins but weems quickly stops.

"Fine. You have five minutes, and everything is off the record. Play nice... or I will call the mayor" Weems leaves them to their lonesome to discuss.

"Someone is trying to cover up Rowan's murder. That's the only reason to scrub the crime scene."

"Is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer?"

"My father's twice the man you are, and the only thing he murders is the occasional opera in the shower."

"It's been a long night. I'm tired of your games. I'm not playing games."

"I'm telling the truth. You want to reject my claims but you can't. Why is that? Because you and I both know there's a monster out there. And Rowan is his latest victim." Wednesday said, her cold dark eyes staring into the eyes of the Sheriff. Suddenly, the deputy of the Sherrif steps into the office, a heavyset woman with a chocolate dark skin tone.

"Sheriff?"

"What?"

"You're gonna want to see this." she says; and seemingly from the land of the Dead, Rowan appeared. Leaving even Wednesday herself puzzled and confused.

"Edgar Allan Poe said, "Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see." Clearly Nevermore's most famous alumni picked that up here. No wonder he became a drսg madman."

"Help me understand why you claim you witnessed a murder. Was it to gain attention?"

Kinbott, Wednesdays scheduled therapist sits across from the child of the Addams, a bit perplexed by her oddity.

"Why should I bother telling you anything? You've already decided I'm lying. I know what I saw."

"Your life's had a lot of upheaval recently. It's okay to be confused about things."

"Don't try and lure me into one of your psychological traps."

"No one is trying to trap you. I'm here to help you process your emotions. Emotions are a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears." Kimbott attempts to try to slightly pry open the iron vice of Wednesday's feelings, but they were rusted; snapped shut and cold.

"I don't do tears."

"Tell me how you're adjusting to school."

"Sartre said, "Hell is other people." He was my first crush."

"Wednesday, Part of the reason your parents sent you to Nevermore is so you could find your people. Become part of a larger community."

"I like being an island. A well-fortified one surrounded by sharks."

"Have you considered your antisocial tendencies might be motivated by fear of rejection?" She asks.

"If you were to reject me, I would not be upset." Wednesday said. And Kinbott thought for a moment.

"Ah, so there's no one at the school you'd hate to be rejected by?" She asks, and just for a moment there was a hint of hesitation by Wednesday.

"None at all." She replies, deadpanned.

"Well...You can't get rid of me that easily. And look, you made it through an entire session without trying to escape. I'll take that as a win." Kinbott replies, and Wednesday notices that she has been here her entire session, she leaves after her realization and heads back to Nevermore, She returns back to to see her "Friend." Enid and classmates working on board.

"Ladies, come on! Let's work on those teeth. More scowl. This kitty is taking no prisoners. If Bianca Barclay wins again this year, I will literally scratch my own eyes out!"

"I would pay money to see that." Wednesday said, Enid turns around all cheerful and ready to hug.

"Howdy, roomie! I'm so glad you decided to stay."

"I thought you wanted your single room back.”

“Full disclose, I hate going solo, and thing gives a killer neck massage, so I say it’s a win win, why did you stay?” Enid said, and Wednesday calmly looks off to the distance.

"I refuse to play the role of a pawn in someone else's corrupt game."

"You mean Rowan?"

"I witnessed his murder, Enid." Wednesday claims.

"It's just, we all saw him this morning. Very much, like, not dead."

"I know. Which leads me to believe I've been losing my mind. It's not nearly as fun as I had anticipated. You're Nevermore's gossip queen. What's Rowan's story?" Wednesday asks, and Enid thinks.

"Other than being a weird loner... Uh... No offense. None taken. Xavier Thorpe's his roommate, but due to "Safety Concerns", (Y/n) had to move in, If you had a cell phone, you could just text him and ask him. Yoko. Come on! Flare those whiskers! The Poe Cup droops for no one."

"What is the Poe Cup anyway?"

"My entire reason for living right now. Part canoe race, part foot chase, no rules. Each dorm has to pick an Edgar Allan Poe short story for inspiration. You could grab a brush. Ms. Thornhill's just ordered pizza. Want to take a stab at being social?" Enid asks, trying to invite Wednesday over.

"..I do like stabbing. The social part, not so much. Besides, it'll cut into my writing time."

“No worries. Just as long as you're lakeside cheering us to victory on race day…Or you can just glare uncomfortably. Whatever works for you.” Enid said trying to as supportive as usual, Wednesday takes this free time to head to Principal Weems, ready for another interrogation.

"I need to speak with Rowan. I can't find him."

"It won't be possible, I'm afraid. He's been expelled."

"For what?"

"Never you mind. He'll be on the first train out this afternoon. What were you doing out in the woods with him?"

"I told you already. I heard a noise, and I went to investigate." Wednesday said feigning innocence.

"That excuse might have placated the sheriff, but you can't fool me. You had a psychic vision, didn't you? I realized you might be having them when we passed by the accident and you knew that poor farmer had broken his neck. Your mother started having visions around your age. They were notoriously unreliable and dangerous. I remember at first, she thought she might be losing her mind. Have you spoken to her about them? Clearly the person withholding information here is you." Weems said, putting Miss Addams in a verbal checkmate.

"May I go now?"

"Not until you've picked your extracurricular activity. We want our students to be well-rounded."

"I'd prefer to remain sharp-edged." Wednesday stabs back.

"I took the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings." Weems shows a list of classes, one specifically "Archery - (Y/n) Healy"

"How thoughtful." Wednesday replies.

"You need to have picked one by the end of the day. I'll be keeping my eye on you. No doubt you'll find something that tickles your fancy."

"The last person who tickled me lost a finger." Wednesday kept her scowl and left. Her first destination was Chior lead by the Queen Bee, and she hears them harmonizing. They stop at the arrival of Wednesday.

"Weems said you'd be stopping by. But to be honest, after your performance at the Harvest Festival, drama club might be more your speed." Bianca said, smirking so coyly,

"After I passed out, who did you tell? The sheriff?"

"You think I'd trust normie cops? I went straight to Weems and let her handle it. Anyway, let's get this audition over with. What are you? Alto, soprano or just loco?" she asks obviously as a dig, a few laugh and Wednesday opens her mouth. There was oddly no sound. Well no sound a human could hear, but ones glasses cracked.

"What was that?" Bianca asked,

"A note only dogs can hear." she replies, and Walks off, leaving them a bit perplexed.

Wednesday's next and most important Task was Archery, she approached the Range as (Y/n) stood there, with a basket of apples which were signed and picked by Enid, he drew the Bow and notched an arrow from his Quiver and aimed. As if he was waiting for something. Let's the arrow loose and it hits nearly dead on. He turns to face Wednesday, hearing her approach.

"If it isn't Wednesday Addams, so you're joining the League of Handsome and or Beautiful rouges? I shall be your teacher." He says, and she looks around.

"You're the only one?" She asks.

"Unfortunately Yes, The Team disbanded before you arrived, Me, Xavier, Jenna, Emma, and Hunter." He said, he aims another arrow.

"I'm curious, What made your Band of Merry Outcasts fall apart? Xavier?" She asks and he lets another arrow loose, abruptly and misses. For a moment she sees a scowl and he quickly masks his emotions with a fake smile.

"Ever shot a bow and arrow before?" Hd asks, "Only on live targets." She replies and he scoffs. He begins his instruction.

"From you? I can believe it, alright first things first, wide stance for your legs, good balance stance." He says, he notches the arrow to the string. "notch the Arrow, take aim, don't shoot immediately, calm yourself." He says, "But in my case..." he whistled loudly, and he lets loose another arrow hitting inches away from the bullseye. Fairly proud of himself, he turns to her direction.

"Any questions?" He asks, "I know the blind part is confusing—"

"When's the last time you saw your Rowan?"

(Y/n) frowns a bit hearing that.

"Well I wouldn’t say “Saw”, You mean the one that was "killed" by a monster?" He said sarcastically.

"You were there."

"Yeah, and I talked to Rowan this morning... either i sensed a body that was similar, or he's a Zombie, and since he isn't smelling like rotting flesh, I'm gonna say we just got it wrong." (Y/n) says, he thinks for a moment.

"But..He did seem.. off."

"Off How?" Wednesday asked.

"Rowan was a bit of a loner but he and I got along as, Well as well as most students. We said hello to each other at least but this time he was just, much more nervous that before to even speak to me." He said, he shakes his head... “So, my turn..So what's the deal with you and Tyler?" He asks, Wednesdays attitude shifts from the question as (Y/n) now pesters her.

"I answered your questions, only fair you answer mine." He says.

"He was doing me a favor driving me out of town." Wednesday replied a bit defensive.

"I have advice for you, Steer clear of Tyler." He said.

"Why? Because he's a normie?"

"That, and his Dad seemingly has the biggest hate boner for your family,." (Y/n) says, he reaches to a small basket to eat an apple. Wednesday takes it and the bow and arrow, she tosses the apple, aims and fires, hitting the apple and a bullseye. (Y/n) was a bit flabbergasted, he could feel it land dead on.

"That is... impressive."

"I'm not here to impress." She says and begins to walk off, (Y/n) walks after her, as he quickly grabs his cane.

"Wednesday.. Wednesday!" He says and she stops for a moment.

"I'm busy, I have to go to deal with the trials of Hell Weems is putting me though." She begins to walk again and he stops.

"Well. That's unfortunate since I have a good way to keep you under the radar." He says and she stops walking, "A Way to keep Weems off your hide and gives you time to, do whatever you plan to do." He says, she turns around and walks over to him so calmly, she steps a foot away, while (Y/n) couldn't see, his senses were heightened so well, almost like a sonar the sound waves bounce and dance around him like waves crashing, forming almost perfect shapes and forms; He has never been this close to Wednesday to allow him to get such a detailed idea of her, and for a moment he was taken aback by just how beautiful she is. Her face was in a permanent form of unamused glare. And she couldn’t be any more drop dead beautiful.

".. Stunning." He said, just Gazing at her face. "What Plan do you have?" She asks snapping him out of it, he catches himself before acting more suave.

"Of course, well you see most Clubs are in the schools grounds, but there's one that's into the greenery. A perfect place to hide out." He said, which slowly begins to build the interest of Wednesday.

"...Show Me."

(Y/n) and Wednesday walk though a small forest to a beautiful clearing, and noticing a flat there. It was a small white building with not much accommodation. (Y/n) leans over to slightly whisper to Wednesday.

"Word of Advice Miss Addams, Eugene is a bit.. unique, even for Nevermore standards." He said, Wednesday turns her head to him. "Just try not to Gut him or anything." He says asking.

"I will make no such promises."

"I guess that's the best I'll get." He said and taps on the door. He steps back and it opens to a short, slightly pudgy boy with a pair of glasses.

"(Y/n)!” He says with whimsical cheer.

“It’s good to see you too, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. Wednesday. Wednesday Addams.” He says introducing the two. “Am I late or is it only you?” She asks and Eugene sadly nods.

"The hive life isn't for everyone." Eugene said and a sly (Y/n) smiles.

"Told you, it's perfect for you." (Y/n) said to Wednesday.

"Most kids are afraid of venomous insects. Are you willing to feel the sting?" Eugene asked, and a very small smile creeps along the face of Wednesday, even (Y/n) was a tiny bit worried for the Health of Nevermore if Wednesday could get an army of bees.

"You'll have to change into a Beekeeper uniform, there's plenty to choose from!" He says, Wednesday, now a bit annoyed since she can't allow them to touch her skin, heads inside to change.

"Well I suppose my work here is done. Eugene, make sure you keep an eye out for her." He says, and Eugene salutes.

"Hey, anything for a fellow friend!" He says and (Y/n) kindly bows and leaves, Planning what's next in his mind, Wednesdays exits the Room now in her own, off putting Bee Keeper costume.

"Bees have been producing honey in the same way for 150 million years. They're nature's perfect community. All working together to achieve a common goal. Fun fact, it's also one of the few ecosystems in which females dominate. From the queen bee to her workers. There's no patriarchy in the hive!" he says explaining to her, but Wednesday is, less than enthusiastic about the honey and more about the Stinging. (Y/n) walks off and a crow lands on his shoulder.

"Any word about the Sheriff?" He asks and it makes a few caws and pecks its side to scratch an itch.

"Hmm... I See. Thank you, you may go now." He says and the bird flies off, he trudged off into the woods as well, walking so cautiously, until footsteps catch him. He jerks his head left to sense the pattering of paws, hound paws, he kneels down quickly and puts his hand on the tree he's hiding behind. Small, tiny vibrations in the earth from their footsteps, they give small indications of their location and possibly who they are.

"There you are, Sheriff." He says and slowly begins to follow, he keeps a fair distance to avoid any scent being picked up by the hound. His solemn footsteps crunch twigs and leaves, but are much lighter in sound. Creeping closer; he stops and feels another tree, using its roots to enhance his hearing. He picks up the same footsteps, but another one, lighter on their feet. Not as Heavy. And he suspects his new "friend." Sneaking around he picks up on movement, and heads that way, it was Wednesday. Seems she was also following the Sheriff but was creeping too close, before the hound could pick up, Wednesday is snatched behind a tree, she tenses up, a hand covering her mouth and slightly around her stomach. As the Sheriff passes, they let her go, she quickly gets away and turns around to (Y/n).

"I didn't want the Dog to pick up on your scent. If he finds us here, well it won't be good." He says.

"Thanks." Wednesday said, as much as she detests being grabbed and held, she detested (Y/n) doing it, a bit less. "How'd you throw them off?"

"Crow feathers, rubbing them on me... don't look at me like that. It works okay?" He says a bit annoyed.

"I assume he didn't bring the bloodhound to play fetch." Wednesday said.

"No, I assume he's checking the leads as well... But I want to ask you. And be honest, what happened At the festival?" (Y/n) asked, looking obviously concerned.

"I thought Rowan was in danger. Turns out I was wrong. Then he proceeded to use his telekinesis to try and choke me to death. That's when this monster came out of the shadows and gutted him." Wednesday explains, much to (Y/n)'a shock.

"Rowan? Tried to Kill you? It wasn't the monster that tried to kill you?"

"It actually saved me from Rowan. That's the part I'm trying to figure out. I came here to find something that can prove he was murdered and that I haven't lost my mind. Yet." Wednesday said, (Y/n) looks more serious now.

"Rowans never used this powers on others as far as I know, what would drive him to go after you of all people?" He asks, thinking. Wednesday peers past him and into the ground and looks at something. (Y/n) walks over and kneels down to see Wednesday picking something up.

"Those are Rowan's glasses." (Y/n) says, Suddenly, Wednesday's head jerks up, stiffening like a corpse. She was stunned, not moving. He looks over, growing much more concerned.

"Wednesday? Wednesday?!" He yells, he grabs her, checking her for some wounds or cuts. She snaps out of it, and looks at him, she sees the concern in his face.

"You okay?" He said, shaking her. Wednesday snaps out of it, she looks a bit out of it before realizing that, she's being held, she sees (Y/n), worried about her and her off spasm. She quickly puts her walls back up and glares at him.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." She said with the most scathing whisper, and he does.

"I was just making sure you were okay." He said, and Wednesday and (Y/n) stand up.

"There's some place I want to go to." She said, and Wednesday and (Y/n) continue their investigation inside the library. Thing is searching the bookshelf for Wednesday as (Y/n)

"The cover was darker. More like a day-old contusion. Keep looking." Wednesday said, (Y/n) walked up next to her.

"So, what is it that you're looking for specifically?" He said.

"A book Rowan had, it has some importance and I just need to figure out what." She explains, (Y/n) folds his arms.

"Rowan, and books? A match made In heaven, he was a book worm. It might have still been in his room with Xander we can—" he begins but they hear footsteps, the two quickly get Thing out of the way and (Y/n) and Wednesday were just standing there. Thornhill looks at the Blooming Dark flowers and smiles.

"I don't usually find students in here looking for actual books. Most sneak in to make out." She says, (Y/n) and Wednesday take a step further apart.

"That is not what's going on." He said.

"I'd rather take a nap in a swamp of famished alligators." She says, he looks at her.

"Okay that was Just mean." He said.

"I accidentally walked in on two vampires fanging. I can't unsee that." Wednesday claimed.

"That just sounds like Jealousy." (Y/n) replies, Wednesday turns her head menacingly towards him, a tiny smirk creeps along his face.

"Is there something I can help you two find?" Thornhill asks the Teenagers. Wednesday approaches with a ripped out page, "Have you seen this before?" She says showing her. "It's a watermark from a book I'm looking for."

"I think it's the symbol to an old student society. Um... The Nightshades."

"Like the deadly flower." Wednesday says, "Color me intrigued." (Y/n) approaches, and thinks.

"I was told they disbanded years ago." Thornhill said, which (Y/n) pesters her for information.

"Any idea why?" (Y/n) asks piping up.

"Sorry. I was very impressed with your answers in class today."

"My mother is a carnivorous plant aficionado. I assume I get my red thumb from her."

"Are you and your mother close?" Thornhill asks. There's a hint of hesitation within her voice.

"Like two inmates sentenced to life on the same cell block."

"I know it can't be easy... showing up mid-semester. I've been here a year and a half, and I still feel like an outsider."

"Because you're the only normie on the staff? (Y/n) told me." She says. "Not all normies are bad, You're pretty Great Mrs Thornhill." He Said trying to cheer her up, she just gives a smile in return.

"To tell you the truth, I've never really fit in anywhere. Too odd for the normies, not odd enough for the outcasts. I thought Nevermore would be different, but there's still a handful of teachers who will barely acknowledge me." She says,

"I act as if I don't care if people dislike me. Deep down... I secretly enjoy it." Wednesday said, and Thornhill laughed, she, actually laughed at that.

"Never lose that, Wednesday."

"Lose what?" The ability to not let others define you. It's a gift. The most interesting plants grow in the shade. And if you ever need anyone to talk to, the door to the conservatory is always open. That goes to you too Mister Healy." She says before leaving.

".. you know, she kinda reminds me of you." He says, watching Thornhill leave.

Night creeps along the horizon of the Earth and Nevermore is put into another darkness, (Y/n) was sitting in his new dorm room, cleaning his cane using black wood polish at his desk, the door opens to Xavier.

"Yo." He says, and (Y/n) looks up, hearing his voice.

"Sup Xavier."

"Taking a shower, Uh..let me know if you need anything." He says.

"Thanks." (Y/n) replies sharply before Xavier enters the shower, (Y/n) waits to hear it running before he walks over to the closet and knocks on it in a sophisticated series of taps. He steps back and Wednesday exits it with thing in tow.

"Well, that's not weird, anyway he should be busy I might have fiddled with the handles, let's get looking." He said.

"That purple book has got to be around here somewhere. Start investigating." She says to thing and the two begin to search, (Y/n) checking the walls and drawers for anything, Wednesday for the things that require a, "Cautious eye." She turns the lights off, which doesn't hinder (Y/n)'s search, using a Blacklight, she checks the floorboards and opens one up, (Y/n) turns to the sound and lifts the bed for her, she looks up at him and he smiles. She pries open the floor board and picks something up. It wasn't a book but, a mask.

"Huh... isn't that odd." He says; they hear the water stop and Xavier exits the shower, he looks over to (Y/n) standing there with his arms crossed. Wednesday is behind him, trying to stand as still as possible.

"You okay?" Xavier asks, and (Y/n) nods.

"Yeah, just... hanging out." He said, before Xavier can ask, there is a knock at the door.

"You want to get that?" (Y/n) asks, Xavier shrugs and heads to the door, (Y/n) turns and motions Wednesday who quickly hides under his Bed, the door opens to Bianca. (Y/n) smirks, sending the body figure and the siren like humming from her.

"Oh, I didnt know we could have "Friends" over." He said smirking, much to the annoyance of the two.

"Don't worry Queen Bee, I'll let you two go at it." He says and leaves, he exits to give them some space.

"You're not supposed to be up here." Xavier said.

"Good to see you too." Bianca said obviously a bit offended.

"How'd you get past the Housemaster? Use your siren powers?"

"Not while wearing this." Bianca shows the charm necklace. "Would it kill you to not think the worst of me for once?"

"What do you want, Bianca?"

"To see how you're doing. I'm sorry about Rowan. I know you guys used to be close."

"Since when did you give a damn about Rowan?"

"You were the one afraid he'd do something to Wednesday. Isn't that why you've been following her like an eager-eyed puppy? Or is there something more? Seriously, what do you see in her? You have a thing for a tragic goth girls with funeral-parlor fashion sense?"

"Maybe it's because she hasn't tried to manipulate me."

"I make one mistake, and you can't forgive me. She treats you like crap, you can't get enough. Why are you fixated on Wednesday? Because she thinks she's better than everyone else. I can't wait to crush Ophelia Hall tomorrow and watch her werewolf roommate crumble. It's gonna be a Poe Cup finale to remember."

"I hate to think what you've got planned."

"My game's already started. I like to win. Is that so wrong?"

"And you wonder why I broke up with you."

"You used to love my killer instinct. We were good together, Xavier." She said, reminiscing.

"Were we? Is that just how you wanted me to feel?" Xavier's tone was full of distrust, and anger.

"Trust me, Wednesday Addams is not the girl of your dreams. She's the stuff of your nightmares." Bianca says, and Leaves.

(Y/n) waits outside, Bianca leaves and minutes pass and Wednesday exits as well.

"Found what you need?" He asks, and Wednesday looks over him up and down.

"Yes. Follow me." She said, and like a loyal dog, he follows. They creep into her dorm room to Enid, crying on the bed. (Y/n)'s attitude immediately softens.

"Enid, Enid what's wrong?" He asks, she turns to notice the two entering through the window together.

"I'm literally having a heart attack right now. Yoko's in the infirmary!" She said Panicked though tears and (Y/n) comforts her with a hug.

“Shhh Shhh, What happened?”

"Garlic bread incident at dinner. She had a major allergic reaction. She's out of the Poe Cup. I don't have a co-pilot." She said sadly; and (Y/n) gives her a pat on the head to comfort her.

"It's gonna be okay." He said, she tightened her grip around him and her claws began to come out, stabbing him in the side.

"Ow. ow, Enid, ENID!" He says and she quickly lets go, wiping her tears.

"Sorry! Sorry.." She Said sadly. He waves it off.

"It's okay."

"It wasn't an accident. Bianca's behind it." Wednesday said, which catches the interest of (Y/n) and Enid.

"How do you know?" Enid asks.

"Doesn't matter. We are going to take her down tomorrow."

"Wait. You're joining the Black Cats? You're willing to do that? For me?" Enid said, and Wednesday looks at (Y/n), he motions her to be nice and Wednesday replies coldly.

"I want to humiliate Bianca so badly that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat."

"Yeah, but mostly you're doing it because we're friends, right?" Enid asks, and (Y/n) puts his hand on Enid shoulder.

"Yes, because we're friends, and I'm going to make sure Bianca will never mess with Enid Sinclair or anyone like this again." He says, his dark aura radiating.

"Tell me how she keeps winning." Wednesday said.

"It's a real brain cramp. The past two years, no other boat has made it across and back without sinking."

"Sounds like sabotage." Wednesday said, "There are no rules in the Poe Cup, and she is a siren, which makes her master of the water." Enid admits, and (Y/n) snaps his fingers, a crow comes flying from the open window and lands on his arm.

“I’ve learned a few Hexes and curses from my family, and I know just the one.” He says, “The answer is simple, we just need to beat her at her own game." (Y/n) said. His smile grows more and more like a Cheshire Cat. The Next day, Wednesday walks past Bianca to (Y/n) and Enid awaiting.

"We're all set." Enid says.

"Good. Thing's in position." Wednesday Leers at Bianca.

"Wanna tell me what you two were up to?" Enid says to (Y/n) and Wednesday.

"And spoil the surprise?" (Y/n) smirks, he turned towards them.

"Trust me, a few modifications to the boat and a few crows watching, we have everything.

"Speaking of surprises, your costume's in the tent." Enid said to Wednesday, which confuses her.

"Costume?"

Wednesday exits the tent in the cat costume, black and, tight fitting with even the ears to compliment. Enid comes up behind her as Wednesday is absolutely fuming at this.

"OMG, you look purr-fect! Only thing, where are your whiskers?" Enid asks in her own costume

"Ask again, and you'll be down to eight lives." Wednesdays scowled back, (Y/n) approached.

"Alright, I've got everything ready, where's Wednesday?" He asks.

"She's right here." Enid said, (Y/n) turned his focus to the figure next to her, looked a bit perplexed, he's never seen her wearing anything besides dressed and he's never got a full sense of her ..figure. He tries to play it off and laugh, he felt like she was naked and embarrassment washed over him.

"Of course it's you, alright! ready?" He asked, Enid and Wednesday head to the canoe. Sitting inside, there are three other sets, all with different teams. One specifically was Bianca's team. Principal Weems gives the introduction to students. Wednesday looks down to Thing and a Walkie-Talkie in the Boat.

"I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allan Poe Cup. This is one of Nevermore's proudest annual traditions, dating back 125 years. Each team must row across to Raven Island, pull a flag from Crackstone's Crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk. First team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well as some special privileges. Let the Poe Cup begin!" weems fires a gun into the air and the teams row off. (Y/n) quickly disappears into the crowd and runs along the river. Standing on a small dock, he kneels down to focus on the rowing boats.

He feels the four slowly begins their journey to the island, he senses something else moving in the water. It can't be a fish it's too big, it seems, human.

"Of course!" He grabs his other Walkie-Talkie and comms in.

"Black Cat, this is Blind Hawk, I know how Bianca is cheating! There's another Siren in the water! He's going to topple you over!"

"Roger." Wednesday replies and they continue to row, Wednesday and Company unfortunate reach last before Bianca and Ajax's team, the last flag was taken by them, but a plan was formulated to sink Ajax,

"The final two teams are the Gold Bugs...and the Black Cats!" Weems says from the Megaphone. (Y/n) senses the rowers closing in.

"Whatever you have planned. Do it now." Wednesday says, and (Y/n) smiles.

"Obliged, just stray from the center of the river, I can't control where it goes." He says, Bianca's crew stays in the middle as Wednesday's slowly maneuvers to the side. (Y/n) calms himself and begins to concentrate.

(Y/n) raises his Cain, and storms begin to brew.

"Go ndalladh an diabhal thú, Agus Bealtaine go deo leat dul ar strae!"

He slams his cane into the ground, a dark shadow falls over Bianca's team as flocks of crows come flying, surrounding and blinding them. They scream and bat them away, but to no avail. It halts their journey and Wednesday and company pass them. And even Wednesday could only smirk slyly at it.

"A Murder of Crows, How poetic." She says and spots (Y/n) who gives a bow. They reach the school and confidently jam the flag into the position and secure victory, cheers erupt from the crowds and Enid grabs Wednesday absolutely elated.

"Yeah, we did it! OMG, Wednesday, we did it! This is the greatest moment of my entire life. Admit it, you kinda got into the whole school spirit thing." She says, Wednesday Looks to the side to Bianca and her team sadly making their way there.

"You didn't tell me it was a dark, vengeful spirit." Wednesday watches with dark glee, the end of the festival. The cup is awarded. Principal Weems now gives the speech to the students of Nevermore..

"The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 as a way to not only honor Nevermore's most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share. Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today! Congratulations to Ophelia Hall! As a former resident, I will be happy to see the cup back on the mantle after all these years." She gives Enid the trophy and they celebrate, but Wednesday is not one less for celebration and sits alone in the corridor, she stands before the statue of Poe with a Raven on his arm, she sits at the base of the statue and lets out a weary sigh. She closes her eyes for a moment.

"Now, What are you doing down here?" A voice calls out, she opens her eyes to (Y/n) standing there, one hand in his pocket and the other on the cane.

"Hiding. People keep randomly smiling at me, it's unsettling." She says, (Y/n) chuckled at that.

"They're looking at you because you did something amazing, You took down The Bianca Barclay. Try to enjoy it, anyway... I wanted to ask if you, wanted to celebrate. Privately of course, as a way of saying thank you for helping Enid, I'm even if it was selfish." He said, giving a warm smile.

"Oh, come on, it won't kill you." He said, she continues her stare, but she gives in.

"I'll think about it." Wednesday said caving into his Cavity inducing sweetness.

"Yes!" He says, but he quickly composes himself. "I mean, of course. I'll be seeing you." He says and walks off, Wednesday watches him leaving, thinking to herself.

"Nevermore continues to be an enigma. A place where the questions far outweigh the answers. But sometimes... the answer is staring you right in the face."

(Y/n) and Wednesday stand side by side, at the statue.

"The Statue of my Favorite Author that i have seen countless times, how thoughtful." Wednesday says deadpanned, (Y/n) Kept smiling.

"I suppose it is, but while the celebration was going on, I did some research of my own. And specifically of the statue, sometimes I listen to music on my walks and I was particularly enjoying the Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. I came across the statue and touched it, cold metal, I tapped on it and noticed that some parts of it were, hallow, I continued and noticed small latches on the wings. there are hinges and mechanical gears within. I saw the wing could move, so, after doing a few experiments, I figured it out." He explains, and Wednesday looks intrigued.

"Figured out what exactly?" She asks, he motions her to the statue.

"Please, Snap twice." He says, Wednesday obliges and snaps twice, the wings fold and the arm pulls in, and the statue begins to retract and show a flight of stairs. Wednesday heads down and (Y/n) follows. They enter what seems to be an old library. The knowledge hidden within these walls.

"Secret societies. Hidden libraries. My mother staring at me in a judgmental way. These are all things I've come to expect." Wednesday said, she takes notice of something though.

"(Y/n)." She said, "There." Wednesday approaches a wall of books.

"This, these are the books Rowan Had." She said and he stands next to her.

"I see... so, we know where Rowan got the book from, question is, what was he doing down here?" He asks, the two look in, "But the minute I inch towards the truth..."

As she says this, (Y/n) quickly picks up on the danger looming, he tries to turn to face it, but to no avail. the two are bagged and bound, being dragged into the darkness.

"Luckily, I'm not afraid of the dark."

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grellsutcliffsworld · 3 years ago

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British victorian era generator ! :D

Your month of birth:

January: Prince/Princess

February: Baron/Baroness

March: Marquis/Marquise

April: Earl/Countess

May: Butler/Maid

June: Duke/Duchess

July: Homless boy/girl

August: Salesman/woman

September: King/Queen

October: Joker

November: Prostitute

December: Farmer/worker

First letter of your first name:

A: Arthur/Alice

B: Benedict/Beatrice

C: Charles/Cordelia

D: David/Dorothea

E: Elijah/Evelyn

F: Francis/Fiona

G: George/Gwen

H: Humphrey/Helena

I: Isaiah/Iris

J: John/Juliette

K: Kyrie/Kelvin

L: Luther/Lucille

M: Marcus/Muriel

N: Neville/Novalynn

O: Oscar/Ophelia

P: Pascal/Penelope

Q: Qasim/Quintessa

R: Randall/Rosemary

S: Samuel/Sophia

T: Theodore/Theodosia

U: Uriah/Urith

V: Vincent/Victoria

W: William/Willow

X: Xerxes/Xenia

Y: Yoel/Yolanda

Z: Zander/Zipporah

Last letter of your last name:

A: Addams

B: Berrycloth

C: Chapman

D: Dankworth

E: Edwards

F: Featherswallow

G: Graham

H: Hughes

I: Insworthy

J: Jones

K: Knight

L: Lawrence

M: Matthews

N: Naiswell

O: Osborne

P: Palmer

Q: Quintrell

R: Ratcliff

S: Stewart

T: Taylor

U: Underhill

V: Villin

W: White

X: Xavier

Y: Yates

Z: Zachary

Your favorite color:

White: Death by suicide

Yellow: Poisoned by an secret admirer

Orange: Burned alive as a witch

Brown: Stumbled into horseshit face first, while being drunk and suffocated

Red: Killed by Jack the Ripper

Purple: Ran over by a carriage

Blue: Fell of a great height

Green: Ripped apart by a grizzly bear

Grey: Died peacefully in their sleep

Black: Killed by the pest

Comment bellow what you got and tag at least three people >:D

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(Warnings for creeps again, and mentions of people getting their shit rocked. Because Enid takes no bullshit.)

"Mother, Father. This is Enid." Wednesday lifts her hand, raising Enid's much larger one with it. "She is my girlfriend."

"We know, Storm Cloud. You told us 46 times before you arrived." Morticia says.

"I counted!" Gomez adds.

"Gomez counted."

"She is the love of my life."

"We know."

"I would die for her."

"We know."

Wednesday leads Enid up the steps of her of house, the large woman having to duck under the doorframe so far she's practically sideways.

When they get into the house, Enid lets out a chirp in amazement.

"Big!" She says. Morticia takes her by the sleeve and starts leading the monster around, taking her to the kitchen.

"Awful tall for a... what is she, exactly?" Gomez hugs his daughter, whispering to her. "She's taller than Lurch!"

"I, myself, am unsure. I've ran tests with willingly-given DNA to see if I could find any information from it so as to ascertain of her origins." She shakes her head, pulling away from her father. "Nothing."

"Ah, well. That's unfortunate. Though, it matters little," he nods his head behind her. When she turns around, Enid is excitedly chattering to Morticia about something, waving her hands around and chittering and cooing. "She's got your heart. She's a through-and-through Addams."

"Where is Pugsley? He seemed ready to meet Enid."

"Ah. He got in trouble at school," Gomez pats his daughter's shoulder gently, "I wouldn't worry. He'll break out and meet her soon enough."

Wednesday watches as her mother points at herself and her father, then points at the stairs. She knows what Enid wants to do, but maybe she can resist—

Enid bounds up the stairs on all fours; Wednesday sighs.

She turns around and follows her girlfriend up the stairs, on two legs.

The two still on the ground floor watch as their daughter follows her love, like the moon chasing the sun across the Earth.

"She is perfect for our little scorpion." Morticia leans down and kisses her husband's head.

"We need to get her a credit card."

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"Raw?" Enid growls in question, following Wednesday through her halls.

"Hm. Maybe. I believe Fester knows a good place," she opens a black door and leads her love inside, closing the door behind her.

"ROOOOW!" Enid roars as she jumps on Wednesday's bed, wiggling in place happily.

Wednesday sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Okay."

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"Enid, we need to get going if we want to get there before nightfall." Enid's head whips around. Wednesday stares at her monster.

"Raw! Roooow, 'Ren!" Wednesday nods, and turns to face the door.

"Well, I'll be waiting in the hearse. Alert me if you need anything." She opens the door and exists the house, clicking it closed behind her. Enid turns to face Morticia again.

"Roaw?"

"Getting closer, Sweetheart." Morticia taps her own jaw gently. "Try to make the sound the sound come from your throat. Aaaaaaa—"

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Wednesday watches as Enid runs through the forest, in her element.

Enid slams through a tree and picks it up one handed, throwing it at a bear as it roars at her, swiping at it with her claws as the grizzly growls.

Wednesday watches as the monster slams her arm into the bear's stomach. It flings through the air like the Hyde had, smacking into a rock.

The animal tries in one last attempt to not lose but Enid swipes and its head comes off.

"That's enough," the seer calls out, bending her fingers to signal Enid to her side. "Let's get you clean."

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"Oh, my dearest Wednesday! How it pained me to be from you. I wish only to hold your hand forevermore!" Wednesday raises an eyebrow at her.

"Fisher said no?" Yoko slumps.

"She said yes at the end of last year, but she's not gonna come 'til tomorrow. Something about siren rituals and family matters or whatever..." Yoko crosses her arms and pouts, looking at the ground as she and Wednesday walk to the gates. "Personally, I think it's an excuse to not see my sweet shirt!" She grabs the sides of her jacket and opens it.

Wednesday looks at her abdomen and reads the shirt.

The whole shirt is a nasty shade of yellow, the top text says "PUSSY MASTER" in an obnoxiously vomit-green color, the bottom text says "GETTER OF BITCHES" in an equally gross pantone brown. It's all in comic sans, and has large red arrows pointing up at the grinning vampire.

"I'm going to drive a flaming stake through your chest." Wednesday starts walking faster, putting distance between them.

"Wait!"

"No."

When Yoko catches up to her, she grabs Wednesday's shoulder. "That was rude!"

"hmm. Was it?" Yoko scoffs.

"Yes! It was ve—" she chokes on her spit as a tree slams into her back, making her trip and slam onto her hands and knees, her glasses falling off her face. "Fuck!"

She almost calls out to Wednesday, asking if she's seen any rouge trees as of late, before she feels the deepest sound of her life vibrate her body.

"Are you... okay?" Comes out slowly. A hand that seems to be wider than her body reaches down and grabs her sunglasses. They fit perfectly in her hands.

The hand that grabs them makes them look like pretzel-sticks and pebbles glued together.

The person's hand grips her by the scruff of her neck like a cat and hoists her up.

The person hands her the sunglasses she needs in order to not burn her eyes out, she slips them on and can finally look at the person's thighs.

Sure, her head is tilted down at an angle, but no one should be so fucking tall that she meets their thighs and not maybe their chest.

She looks up the normal amount to expect to see someone's eyes. Her eyes meet the person's hips.

She looks up and up and up until she feels her throat stretching, and fuck this person is big. And very scrawny. A noodle.

"What?" She rasps because no way this is real.

She tenses the muscles in her legs and yep— she's not kneeling. She swallows.

She reaches back for Wednesday, grabs her shoulder, then blindly feels until she grabs her friend's hand. She takes her hand, takes hold of her index finger and uses it to point at the behemoth of a... person?

"Do you fucking see this?" Wednesday huff out the closest thing to a laugh that Yoko has ever heard from her, before walking over to the goddamn columnar tree and patting their thigh.

"Yes," she sounds infinitely too calm to be this close to a person who looks like they could just throw them both. "I do, in fact, see my girlfriend." Wednesday reaches and take her girlfriend's hand.

"Your what?"

"We really must get going, Weems wishes to meet Enid first-thing of us arriving." Wednesday grabs the giant's hand and leads her to the school. The beast of a person takes tiny shuffling steps so they don't outpace Wednesday. "See you soon, Yoko."

The vampire stands in the middle of the path to the front doors of the school, and lifts her hands to stare at them.

"What?"

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"No fucking way you got a girlfriend!" Yoko yanks Wednesday's shoulder to turn her around. "And no way she's that fucking huge!"

Wednesday turns back and keeps walking, "I think you're just upset that we started courting before you and Fisher."

Yoko chokes.

"YOU WHAT?! NO FUCKING WAY!" She runs after the seer, lowering her voice when people start staring at her. "No way you got dating before me!" She stage-whispers.

"We met after my family found her on our grounds. Mother thought at first she was an oddly shaped tree." Yoko whistles lowly.

"No kidding." She walks sadly, gazing at the ground. "I can't believe I got out-rizzed out by an emotionally-unavailable 5'1 goth!" She bemoans.

"I fell for Enid first." Yoko's jaw drops.

"So you're telling me a goddamn tree out-charmed me?! This it the worst day of my life!"

"It's about to get worse."

"I swear to fuck if you tell me someone I like got expelled, I'll bite someone." Wednesday shakes her head and turns the corner.

Yoko stares at the tree sitting at their table, talking to Divina. She turns to Wednesday, mouth open and ready to speak out.

"If your girlfriend can sit with us, so can mine."

Yoko pouts, desperate to change her friend's mind. But it's Wednesday, so she doesn't yield and instead walks to their table.

Wednesday sits next to Enid, Yoko next to Divina.

Enid has a plate of what has to be 8 steaks

Yoko nervously sips at her blood, taking small glances at Divina and Wednesday, making an effort to not accidently gaze at the tower of a woman opposite her. She's taller sitting down than Yoko is standing up.

"Sooooo..." she starts, "how was everyone's summer break? Mine was awesome, I got to see my mom and brother! That was... nice." She sips her blood. Embarrassment burning her face.

Divina starts next.

"I got to feed the ducks on the way here! There was a crash and it took a bit for them to clear the road, so my dad and I took our food out to a pond and fed the ducks corn!" Wednesday blinks in confusion.

"Why did you have corn in your car?"

"My dad carries it because we have a lot of ponds and lakes around our house. He likes feeding the ducks."

"Oh."

They sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence, Wednesday stabbing her chicken like she hates it. Enid rips into her raw steak like an animal. Her tongue is absurdly long. Yoko wants to make a joke.

After a few beats, Wednesday nudges Enid with her elbow, startling the willowy woman.

"Oh!" Her voice is like an Earthquake, rumbling lowly and shaking everyone's bodies. "Me 'n Willa went... haunting?" She turns and faces downwards to Wednesday, tilting her head like a dog.

"Hunting." Wednesday corrects.

"Hunting! For cows! For dinner. It was so nice. She gave me this... cherries! And fed me and—" she cuts herself off with a chirp, antlers swaying as she swings her head around. "—I love her very much." She turns back to violating her steak.

Yoko rotates and faces Wednesday, wide-eyed, pointing her head subtly in Enid's direction.

Wednesday rolls her eyes and takes a pen and pad out from nowhere. Yoko sits anxiously, doing her best to not accidently let Enid know what's happening.

Wednesday rips the paper she was writing on and hands it to Yoko. She reads the neat, loopy writing.

Enid isn't human— well, that much is obvious— so she doesn't communicate like a human. Those sounds are good sounds. She isn't a threat, and she wouldn't hurt you.

She knows I see you in a positive light, so she wouldn't. Though, if someone is harassing you and she's near by, just point at whoever is accosting you and say "Enid, don't break bone." She'll deal with them swiftly. She's little more than an overgrown guard-dog

Yoko nods to Wednesday then faces Enid. She's still tearing up her steaks.

"So, Enid," she points her blood bag to the monster, "what's your favorite color?"

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"Y'know, Enid is much less scary than she looks." Yoko takes Wednesday's left hand, carefully dragging black nail polish over her thumbnail. "Doesn't change the fact she scares the shit outta me."

She can mostly hear Enid and Divina chatting while the two eat.

"I suppose that's fair," Yoko moves on to her index nail, "though you shouldn't say that around her. She gets insecure." Yoko scoffs.

"What could she be insecure about?" She takes Wednesday's middle finger. "She's built like a skinny-ass redwood tree. No one would say shit to her."

"That's the issue." The vampire grabs her ring finger, "she doesn't want anyone undeserving to fear her. It makes her feel negatively about herself."

"Oooooh, gotcha, gotcha... undeserving?" She moves to her pinky finger, "you sayin' she'd do something if someone deserved it?"

"Yes. Enid has a great sense of justice and how people should treat each other. She doesn't tolerate bullies nor abusers."

"Oooooh, you sure know how to pick 'em." She grabs the seer's right hand, starting on her thumb.

"Dude, do ya think..." she picks up faintly. She pauses in painting Wednesday's nail. "—I've heard goths are crazy! And th—"

Yoko fells bile rise in her throat. She wants to scream.

She returns to brushing the polish onto her friend's nails.

"What's wrong?" Wednesday questions softly, staring Yoko dead in the eyes.

"Nothin', just a couple of guys back there—" she jerks her head behind her subtly. "—bein' creeps."

"Do you want something to happen to them?" Yoko shrugs, hands shaking.

"I dunno. I don't wanna cause a scene, but I don't exactly feel... comfy now, y'know? It feels like they ruined the vibes." She moves on to the index finger.

"What if you didn't cause the scene?" She pauses and looks up.

"What do you mean?" Wednesday's eyes flick to her left. Yoko turns right and see Enid and Divina, still talking. "I meant it when I said she won't tolerate that kind of behavior. She wouldn't kill them unless asked to."

Yoko bites her cheek. On one hand, they'd stop talking, which she'd really like. On the oth—

"Bet the siren knows how to work it." A whisper.

"Have her snap their legs."

Wednesday grins and taps her thigh. Enid walks over, long legs covering the semi-long distance in seconds.

"Willa?" She rasps. Yoko's come to like her voice. It's warmer than she first gave credit to. Calming.

"See those two over there?" Wednesday nods her head behind Yoko, at the two boys creeping on them.

"Yeah?" Wednesday's already feral grin gets more feral.

"Don't kill them."

Yoko expects a lot of things. She expects a punch, a kick, a bite, hell, maybe Enid would use her sharp-looking antlers to attack them.

What Yoko doesn't foresee is Enid turning to the stone column, digging her massive claws into it, ripping a big chunk out and baseball pitching it at the two.

There's a yell of "OH!" before she hears the crunch of bone and Enid dashing at them like an attacking animal. She moves to Wednesday's middle finger.

"Weems is gonna be pissed."

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"Why must you do this?" Weems sounds less like she's talking to them and more so the gods. "Why did you rip the wall apart? Why did you shatter their femurs? How did you do that? Why?"

"They spoke lustfully of myself, Yoko, and Divina," Wednesday defends, "they deserved it."

Weems drops her head into her hands, pushing her hair back.

"You know what?! I'm not dealing with this right now! it's late, I'm tired, and I—" she lifts her hands out "—will not deal with this!" She points a hand to the door of her office.

"You three are in a lot of trouble, rest assured, but that comes tomorrow. As of now: get out and go to the dorms. You will be properly punished later!"

The three power-walk out of her office, ready to go back to the dorms.

"I wish I coulda recorded that! You got a good arm on you, Redwood!" Yoko cheers.

Enid's eyes shift side to side, unsure. "Redwood?" She asks quietly.

"She's given you a nickname based off you height. It's a good thing."

Enid's tail wags, her teeth showing off in a bright grin. "Redwood!" She says it like they've made an agreement.

"Willa—" "don't call me that." "—I'm stealing your girlfriend for coffee!" She takes Enid's hand and leads her to the gates.

"Have you ever had a caramel frappe?" Enid's eyes get big.

She leans down and scoops Yoko in to a bridal carry.

"Friend!" She runs past the gates with Yoko screaming.

"I just get ignored." Wednesday grumbles, turning back to their dorm.

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Wednesday helps Enid run around in the woods, watching to make sure she doesn't go completely feral and injure herself. The last thing she needs is for her monster to be in too much pain to defend herself.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW." She bellows, swinging at a tree.

It snaps clean in half, Enid preening at her own display of strength.

"Very good, Dear. Now," Wednesday takes her clipboard and sets it down. "Come here."

Enid sprints to stand in front of her.

"Sit."

Enid falls to her knees.

"Good." Wednesday taps her jaw, staring with a medic's curiosity when Enid's maw opens and she can stare at the gorgeously sharp teeth. She places a hand on her front-most bottom teeth, shivering at the sensation of them almost breaking skin. Enid's tongue flicks out, licking her wrist.

"Incredible." She whispers, feeling back farther. Her teeth all share the same blade-like sharpness; like thick cut stones waiting to pierce a ship in the night.

"You are a marvel, my Love." She takes her arm out of Enid's mouth.

"Rah!" Wednesday hums and grabs her clipboard, writing:

'Perfectly sharp teeth. Combined with her impressive bite-force, Enid makes a most incredible weapon. And an even better lover.'

She takes and rubs Enid's head, just between her antlers. "I must buy you ornaments for your antlers, Monster. How would you feel with gold?"

Before Enid can respond, her ears flick. She turns, claws and teeth bared and growling lowly, hackles raised.

"Rooooooooooooooooooow." She rumbles in to the forest around them.

There's a pause before they hear Yoko yell "SHIT!" Followed by panicked running, tripping, then more frantic running.

"She's one of the most cowardly people I know." Wednesday says in disappointment.

"Raaw?"

"No, we don't need to go after her. She'll just tell everyone she almost died later." The seer lifts her arms.

"Take us back to the dorms." Enid wraps her arms around her human, and starts sprinting full-speed. She jumps off rock and trees and flings herself around until she's halfway to their dorms, stopping in front of Yoko and Divina's dorm.

"Stop." Wednesday lifts finger to Enid's mouth to shush her.

"Rue?" Enid thunders quietly.

"Do you want to play a joke on them?"

Enid grins.

Wednesday leads her monster to their door, leaning against it to hear them talking.

"I swear, Div! There. Was. A. Roar!"

"Yoko, I don't doubt you heard a roar, I'm just saying that a form-shifting, man-eating monster in the woods is a bit silly."

"The Hyde!"

"...Okay, good point, but I don't t—" Wednesday chooses then to bang on the door.

She nods once. Enid grins.

"Yoko." Enid says flatly, in Yoko's voice. "Help me. Help... us."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"

-Writer Anon.

(Enid learned how to mimic over the summer so she can hunt her prey better! It works wonders :))

AWH IT'S SUMMER VACATION

Also not the parents contemplating giving their child a card, interesting choice can't wait to see the bank statements be full of meet, coffee orders and several kinds of fabrics from the rainbow to shades of black

I just realized that while Enid knows how to mimic, do you think she'd do sign language? It sounds faster and her and thing could do it to each other

Mortia teaching Enid,, we love the Addams family taking Enid as their own, that's always lovely to see

Yoko's shirt is disgusting and Wednesday's reaction is valid. I too would come to school the next day if I can ignore that atrocity

But yokovina is cute and I'm glad they seem to be doing amazing :)

Love the lil four seat pack they got going on and Yoko freaking tf out. Although I wonder how Enid looks if she's allowed to go around school in broad daylight. I lowkey had a fucked up face in mind but it musnt be that bad if all yoko was panicking about was height

AND YEAHHHH U GO ENID, BREAK EM LEGS WOOOO

Rip to Weems, I feel like she's long since used to these shenienegans and not at all payed enough

Wednesday training Enid? All she needs is the heel command and she's set💀

Although.. Enid fucking with yoko is always fun, but do you think she realizes that Enid is the nevermore monster?

Okok, that's all my thoughts for rn mb if it's teeny asf bc again

I just woke up :-:: BUT TY SO MUCH FOR THE CONTENT WRITER ANON IT'S EXQUISITE AS ALWAYS

#Writer anon #Writing #Wenclair

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