#sunsetrendezvous

[sunsetrendezvous]

could i request wednesday x fem reader who’s shorter than her maybe r has a panic attack and wednesday just scoops her up

Ofc bb!

Back To Tranquility

Summary: Wednesday helps you through a panic attack.

Contents: probably a bad explanation of a panic attack, Soft!Ooc!Wednesday, I may redo this since I don't think I did the best job with it. Also I feel like the text looks funky?

Words: 700+

Due to her perceptive nature, Wednesday is aware of even the most minute things. It's a skill she uses to her advantage and, now, uses it to monitor you and your well-being.

So when you started exhibiting subtle signs of a potential oncoming panic attack, she was aware before anyone else and has been anticipating the possibility.

However, she had assumed that it wouldn't happen this quickly.

Her boots sound against the floor with each step, her pace quick as she searches for you. Her bag clatters with each movement, likely rearranging the contents but right now, she couldn't care less. She has more pressing matters to attend to.

When Wednesday finally spots your figure, curled in on itself as you sit near exit door in a secluded stairway, she kneels down in front of you, letting her fingers brush over your knee.

She speaks in her typical monotone expression but there's a hint of gentleness in her tone.

“Name five things you can see.”

You look around without moving your head and the first thing you notice are the seemingly blinding lights of the stairwell.

You squint your eyes slightly, turning away to look at the sky. There are a few scattered clouds but otherwise clear, a soft pale blue of the afternoon.

Next, is the leaves on a nearby tree, lightly swaying in the breeze.

You turn your attention back to her and immediately take note of her eyes. The dark, almost black colour stares back at you intently, her true emotions swirling within their depths.

Then… Her freckles. The soft colour contrasts the paleness of her skin, creating constellations across her cheeks and nose.

“Four things you can touch.”

She moves on as if she can read your mind and you become more aware of the almost painful sensation of the rough wall pressing against your spine. It makes you cringe slightly, moving forward to no longer be resting against it.

Next is the way your uniform feels on your body. The fabric is soft against your skin and the way it encases your form is something you've long become accustomed to.

Then, Wednesday's hand, lightly resting on your knee. Not too much pressure but just enough to feel her there. To know that she's with you.

And, after a moment of focusing, you begin to feel the way the cool air around you enters your lungs with each breath. Soothing.

“Three things you can hear.”

The sound of birds chirping in the distance is the first thing you take note of.

Next, are the people talking down the hallway, conversing about something you can't quite hear.

Finally, the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind, rustling quietly just a few feet away.

“Two things you can smell.”

The distinct smell of outside, the smell of the dirt, the trees, the air. It's refreshing as you take a few deep breaths before looking back up to meet Wednesday's eyes.

Leaning closer into her, her scent invades you. The smell of old books, coffee and something else. Something you can't quite discern but it brings immense comfort nonetheless.

Once she can see that you're calm enough to x, she moves to your side. Her arms wrap around you before she stands, effortlessly carrying you bridal style.

Wednesday walks with purpose as she carries you straight to her dorm, knowing that Enid is off somewhere with Ajax and that you would find comfort in the familiar surroundings.

She unlocks and opens the door before walking in, closing the door with her foot. She walks over to her bed, ensuring that she places you down as gently as she can.

Wednesday disappears from your sight for a moment before returning, now carrying a bottle of water, holding it out for you.

“Drink.”

You nod, taking the bottle from her and taking a few sips, silently appreciating the way the cold liquid soothes your dry throat.

“Thank you.” your voice is slightly breathless but no less sincere.

She positions herself next to you on her bed, her posture rigid and rests her hand hesitantly on your leg.

Her movements are unsure yet caring.

You rest your hand over hers, silently expressing your appreciation for her attempts.

“I’m not a comforting person by nature, however, I’m willing to try… for you.”

[sunsetrendezvous]

Let's die together, я не шучу

Summary: A midnight walk though a nearby cemetery with your girlfriend.

Contents: talks of death, walking in a graveyard, potentially ooc!Wednesday, i wrote this as 3am so I apologise if it doesn't make much sense.

Words: 300+

It has become routine that every Friday after class, Wednesday would take you on a date to the Weathervane. However, today the heavy snowfall has other plans. It falls relentlessly throughout the whole day, forcing you both to seek refuge within her dorm.

The snow has covered the ground in a thick layer before subsiding, creating a pristine canvas that will be ruined in a few hours.

So, when Wednesday knocks on your door an hour after curfew with a proposal to go for a walk through the nearby cemetery, the offer is impossible to reject.

The graveyard is dark; the only light comes from the full moon and casts just enough light to make out the names engraved on the tombstones.

The snow crunches under your feet as you walk and you glance at Wednesday. Her chin is nestled into her black snood; cheeks and nose tinted pink from the cold winter air.

Your shoulder presses against hers as you walk, your knuckles gently brushing against each other's with every step though neither of you dares to put any space between your bodies.

The snow crunches below your feet as you walk and the soft breeze delicately parts Wednesday’s bangs.

“My one desire is to be buried alongside you,” she states, breaking the silence. Your eyes meet and you take in her features illuminated by the moonlight.

Her usually sharp expression is replaced with gentleness. One she had previously been surprised that she possessed; her shoulders much more relaxed.

"One day, there will be a tombstone with our names engraved on it. A permanent reminder of our relationship marked on stone and set above our decaying bodies." she pauses for a moment before she reaches out for your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. “It would be a privilege to share not only our life but also our death.”

The proposition, despite how morbid, causes your heart to flutter as you smile softly at her. She returns the expression, her lips turning up into a barely discernible curve.