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toournextadventure · 1 year

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everyone but her pt.2

a/n: here we go, the poor excuse of a plot thickens. wednesday will make a move. EDIT: previously titled everyone but her

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: swearing, talk of injuries, usual threats of bodily harm from Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

Enid was going to murder Wednesday. She was going to cut off her braids and hug her until she stopped breathing. A slow, agonising death in one of the worst ways Wednesday could possibly imagine. That’s what Enid was going to do to her because it shouldn’t be this complicated!

She had been so excited to see you show up to their dorm with a single rose and a vest that was to die for. For once, you had both listened to her and her very accurate, very helpful, foolproof advice. And now you were both finally going to go on a date and Enid knew she made a good cupid and-

“-You ready?” You asked, and her smile only grew bigger.

Enid heard Thing scrambling across the floor before he appeared on your shoulder. You offered him the rose and he almost blushed - if a hand could do that - before taking the flower and carrying it over to Enid’s desk, and her smile instantly dropped. She noticed he didn’t get anywhere near Wednesday, who was now glaring at the both of you.

“I’ll have him back by 9,” you said with a smirk directed right at Wednesday.

“Any later and I’ll pluck your feathers out one by one,” Wednesday said in a tone that would have frightened even the most hardened criminals.

“We already got a shovel talk,” you said to Thing, “guess she approves.”

Oh if looks could kill, Wednesday would have murdered you both right on the spot. You gave a quick “later!” before closing the door, taking Thing on what was supposed to be your date with Wednesday. All while Enid just stood there flabbergasted. How could that have gone so wrong?

“What was that?” Enid asked once she finally managed to pull her thoughts back together.

“A date,” Wednesday answered, quickly turning back to her typewriter. “I thought you knew what those were.”

“It was supposed to be a date with you,” Enid threw back. “Not Thing!”

“Yet here we are,” Wednesday said with a tone of finality.

“Ugh,” Enid groaned before throwing herself onto her bed. Why were you both so useless!

The door opened at a quarter to nine. Enid was still pouting in bed and Wednesday had gone out onto the balcony to play her cello. Thing crawled up onto the desk and swooned dramatically by the rose that was still there.

"How did it go, traitor?" Enid asked.

Thing answered, barely finishing before Enid threw her pillow as hard as she could at the desk and knocked him off.

"What do you mean you don't kiss and tell?!"

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“This spot taken?” You asked as you sat across the table from Eugene. Sweet, misguided, awkward little Eugene.

“This making friends thing isn’t working,” he said before you could even get settled. “How do you do it?”

“You just… talk to them,” you said with a shrug.

You couldn’t count how many times you had told him all of this. It wasn’t that he didn’t listen; he hung onto every word that left your mouth. He was just… really bad at talking to people. Is this how Wednesday sees me and math? You thought to yourself with a slight frown. Well, that would surely be embarrassing.

“But how?” He asked again. “What do you even talk about?”

“Common interests,” you said around the handful of sunflower seeds you had just tossed into your mouth. “It’s an easy starting point.”

“No one has any interests with me,” he huffed. You almost felt sorry for him.

No, scratch that, you did feel sorry for him. He was just a kid. An awkward one, sure, but a kid nonetheless. Not that you were so incredibly old, but let’s be real, anyone younger than you is a kid. And even then, you could remember what it was like to be 13. It was rough, and it sucked, and you had always wished there had been someone to help you get through it.

You weren’t perfect, but you were willing to help as much as you could.

“Then make them up,” you finally said with a shrug.

“Lie?” Eugene asked.

“No, don’t lie,” you said with a huff and a small smile. “Just… make it up as you go along.”

“Have you done that before?” He asked, suddenly leaning forward across the table. He seemed far too interested.

“Once, yeah,” you answered.

“And it worked out?” He asked again, his voice matching the energy he was practically exuding.

“That’s a good book,” you said as you walked up to her in the library.

“Is it?” She asked; she had a cute smile. “I’m still undecided about it.”

“You should definitely read it,” you continued. “We can even read it together, that way you have someone to talk about it with,” you suggested with a shrug.

She looked you up and down and bit her bottom lip. It wasn’t just her smile that was cute, you decided. With any luck, she wouldn’t call your bluff on never having read the book. Hell, you didn’t even know what it was about. What was it even titled? Oh shit, it looked boring.

“I like that idea,” she said as she held her hand out to you. “I’m Ash.”

You reached out and took her hand. It was soft.

“Y/N.”

“I suppose it worked out alright,” you mumbled as your head fell back to the table. Suddenly, your lunch didn’t seem so appetising anymore.

Eugene started asking question after question, trying his hardest to cling to what you had said. How do you come up with things so quickly? Is it a trick he could learn? What if he couldn’t find a way to work things into a conversation? By the end of lunch, your head was reeling with questions that, quite frankly, you had no answer to.

“Eugene,” you started before he could ask another question, “there’s no deadline to learning this stuff.”

“I just… feel behind,” he said as his head hung low. Oh fuck me, you thought as his unintentional guilt trip started working against you.

“How about we talk about it some more over coffee,” you suggested.

“Really?” He asked, his head snapping up instantly. “Saturday at 11?”

“It’s a date,” you said with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Y/N!” Eugene shouted out as he stood up and ran off to whatever his next class was.

You sighed and looked down at the table again. A half-eaten apple, some sunflower seeds, your water. None of it even looked appetising anymore, what were you even supposed to-

“Another date?” Enid called out causing you to look up and meet her eyes. “Really?”

“Tell Addams you snooze, you lose,” you taunted as you stood up and grabbed your own stuff.

You could hear her obnoxiously loud groan follow you while you walked away. It almost made you laugh.

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Enid was this close to giving up on you two. So far you had been on a date with Thing, Eugene, Xavier, Bianca, and even Ajax (though she knew it wasn’t really a date, she had essentially told him to join you for lunch anyway). But the one person you hadn’t gone on a date with yet? The only person who genuinely wanted a date with you?

Wednesday fucking Addams.

She had tried and begged and pleaded for Wednesday to just finally give in and ask you on a date. Just one date! That’s all it was going to take for her ship to sail! But no, Wednesday Addams had to be the most stubborn girl alive and refuse to do anything that she would deem too soft.

“Suck in your pride,” Enid begged once again after sitting across the booth from her roommate.

“That’s what weak people do,” Wednesday answered simply.

“What are you going to do if someone genuinely asks her on a date first?” Enid asked. She noticed her roommate’s hand falter before bringing the cup back up to her lips.

“No one will ever find their remains,” she answered.

Enid threw her hands up in the air. This was starting to get ridiculous. You both clearly liked each other even if you refused to admit it. Why was this so difficult for you both? Someone better make the first move before she lost her goddamn mind!

“Having a lovely date, ladies?”

She wanted to throw her coffee at your head to wipe that stupid, cocky smirk off your face. Maybe it would ruin that outfit that you had admitted you wore just for Wednesday. You needed to quit taunting her and just ask Wednesday out already!

“I’m getting another coffee,” Wednesday stated, promptly getting up and heading to the counter. You slid into the booth where she had just been sitting.

“Just ask her out already,” Enid whisper-shouted at you.

“Not until she asks me herself,” you whisper-shouted back. You grabbed the cup Wednesday had been drinking from and downed the rest of it. Like an animal, Enid thought with a grimace. “She needs to be humbled,” you finished, standing up just in time for Wednesday to come back to her spot.

“You’re going to drive me insane,” Enid accused you.

“I’ve heard it’s quite enjoyable,” Wednesday cut in. She did not have another cup of coffee with her. Liar.

“See, Sinclair?” You asked. “It’ll be fun.”

“Get out before I claw you,” Enid threatened; she hated that you laughed instead of acting scared like you were supposed to. You knew she needed the confidence boost.

“Easy, tiger,” you teased as you backed away, hands in the air in mock surrender, “enjoy the rest of your date.”

That was it. She was just going to throw herself off the balcony when she got home. She gave up.

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Why did it always have to be hunters? They weren’t even monster hunters, they were just regular hunters? And yet, by some stroke of fate, they always managed to clip you. Maybe it should’ve been your sign to quit flying in the woods late at night. No, no you had every right to these woods. The hunters should quit walking around late at night.

But that distinction didn’t really matter at the moment. Not when y

our wing was now tucked over your arm to cover your injury and your body was brusied from the fall and you were desperately thinking of anyone that you would trust to help you patch it up. But who could you go to? No one, you thought once you started sneaking back onto school grounds.

There is one person, you thought again, looking up at the split circular window of Ophelia Hall.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled, but your feet didn’t really care what your mind was telling you. It cared more about getting you to safety than your own mental dilemma about life.

You knocked on the door your usual three times; you could hear the clacking of the typewriter stop. A bit of shuffling later and the door opened, with Wednesday now in her giant jacket and looking quite comfy for the night. She looked so adorable in that jacket. How would she look in your jacket, you wondered.

“You’re bleeding,” she said, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Oh yeah. That’s why you were even there in the first place.

“Is Enid here?” You asked as you trudged into the room, instantly glancing over to the brighter half. You missed the way Wednesday froze at your words.

“She and Thing are with Yoko,” she answered, “sorry to disappoint you.”

Shit, that wasn’t what you meant. Wait. That meant you were actually alone with Wednesday Addams. No, scratch that; you were injured and alone with Wednesday Addams. She could probably smell the fear on you. She probably knew how to patch you up, but would she even want to? Would she even care?

“Is there a particular reason that you’re bleeding out on my bedroom floor?” Wednesday asked, drawing you out of your thoughts again. Damn you were thinking too much.

“Well, it’s a little too cold to be bleeding out outside,” you answered immediately, turning around quickly to shoot her a smile; you regretted it when you felt your wound pull.

“Sit down in front of the bed,” Wednesday demanded. You didn’t argue.

It was awkward sitting with one wing in the harness and one wing out; it felt unnatural and restricting. You could feel Wednesday sit where she could have easy access to the wound on your shoulder. The bed squeaked underneath her as she shuffled around and reached out to check-

-your wings flinched as soon as the wind from her movements touched the feathers.

“Sorry,” you mumbled before pulling your knees up to your chest. Oh god, this was going to be humiliating. “They’re… sensitive.”

“There’s birdshot in it,” Wednesday said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “but I’ll patch up your arm first.”

You let out a shaky breath as Wednesday got started picking buckshot out of your arm. She must have really been enjoying herself; you knew how much she loved taking things apart. Getting to dig around in flesh and muscle must have been a field day for her. It hurt like hell, but at least she was having fun, right?

“Stay still,” she commanded, and your body stilled as the tweezers dug a little deeper into your shoulder. “Got it.”

“You’re way too happy about my misery,” you finally accused in a strained voice as she wiped the wound down with something that stung.

“It’s almost as enjoyable as an autopsy,” she replied.

“Never heard that before,” you admitted with a small smile as you started attempting to rotate your shoulder. It hurt like a bitch, but at least it was all cleaned up.

“All that’s left is your wing,” Wednesday continued, causing you to freeze.

Any attempt to move it sent a shock up the bone and down your spine. There was no genuine way you could get all the birdshot out on your own; even if you could bend it far enough, there was no guarantee you would be able to get it all. But it was so uncomfortable for anyone to touch them, what if you panicked?

“You never let anyone near them,” she said; it wasn’t a question. “How do you want to do this?”

“I don’t…”

“It’s a demonic costume, Y/N,” your father argued with you once again, “take it off.”

“I told you I can’t,” you shot back. The tiny wings on your back fluttered with your words. “They won’t come off.”

“Then I’ll cut them off,” your father growled. He stood up and grabbed the scissors in the kitchen, walking back to where you stood with a scowl and a determination to-

“I’ll stay back,” Wednesday said, her voice drawing you out of your thoughts. “I’ll guide you.”

You looked up at her with glassy eyes. She was… still willing to help? Willing to guide you through fixing yourself up? It wasn’t going to upset her to not touch them? An uneasiness settled in your stomach; not one of neausea, but something entirely different. Maybe…

“You can fix it,” you said, so softly that you weren’t sure if she had heard you.

Your eyes stayed fixed to the floor as you stretched your wing out slightly, ignoring the jolt of pain that went down the length of the bone. With closed eyes and bated breath, you waited. It had been years since anyone had touched them, was it going to be painful? Was it going to make you panic? Was it-

-a shaky whine escaped your lips when Wednesday’s soft fingers brushed against the bend of your wing.

“Are you okay?” Wednesday asked, her fingers still resting against the sensitive wing.

“Mhmm,” you hummed and tucked your head into your knees, hoping she didn’t notice the rush of heat making it’s home on your face and neck.

She was being far too soft with her movements. Her fingers brushed too gently against the feathers, causing them to ruffle on their own. It was hard to focus on what she was muttering about when you were trying so damn hard to keep your wings still. It was like as soon as Wednesday touched them, they had a mind of their own.

“How do you even fly?” She finally asked loud enough for you to hear. You could tell she wasn’t even cleaning up the wound anymore.

“Apparently I don’t,” you grumbled as your injured wing twitched for emphasis. “Seems all I’m good for is falling instead.”

“Well, you’re fixed now,” she said, her fingers finally moving away.

You tucked your wing in quickly and pushed yourself to your feet, ignoring the ache that had finally settled in all your bruises. There was still a heat to your face that you refused to let Wednesday see. She could not know she had made you blush, even if it was the last thing you ever did.

“My services come with a cost,” Wednesday said. “You can buy me dinner tomorrow.”

You turned around slowly, your brows furrowed and the blush faded.

“Is… is this your way of asking me out?” You asked hesitantly. Now it was her turn to look away.

“What if it is?” She asked.

“Then I think I’m gonna need you to try a little harder,” you said with a small smirk. Her head spun to face you, all hesitancy on her face gone as she pointed at the door.

“You can leave the way you came in,” she said with a huff. It was pretty cute, you weren’t going to lie.

“Whatever you say, Addams,” you said in a soft voice. She was still glaring at you, but her eyes softened ever so slightly. You walked - or rather limped - over to the door and turned back just long enough to say “thank you.”

You stayed outside the door for a moment, a ridiculous smile on your lips. She had almost asked you out on a date. Maybe there was still hope. You might have been putty in her hands, but Wednesday Addams was going to cave and ask you out properly.

It was only a matter of time.

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videovamptramp · 1 year

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love’s never been much to me (but i’ll come with you if you’re sure that’s what you need)

// wednesday hates the new girl. //

warnings: minor character death (not that important) wednesday being mean, wednesday being a jealous asshole, sensitive reader, crying, harsh words. angst but happy ending <3

when your parents first sent you and your sisters to a boarding school in vermont, you tried your hardest not to be upset about it. you understood your mothers death impacted your father in ways you couldn’t imagined. you were sure it impacted you in ways he could never fathom as well— but you couldn’t help but feel like an outcast on the first day. your older sister elise was fitting in great, as soon as she showed up. her high grades put her in honors classes, and her contagious smile along with that charming, intelligent intellect caused people to migrate to her quickly. your younger sister sabrina was no different, she was beautiful, and had the best style out of anyone you’ve ever met. it wasn’t hard for either for them to make friends.

you however, tugged at the longsleeves of your tight black cropped top, and you kept your eyes open and aware of your surroundings. everyone at the school looked like they were either rich, or smart as hell. “hey i really like your jeans.” a tall, dark haired brunette tells you as she approaches you. you smile, “thanks! i love your cardigan.” you compliment her, and she smiles back at you. “i’m yoko. i think your my new roommate.” she admits, and your eyes widen. “oh shit, seriously? i haven’t even gotten a chance to see my roommate yet. i just put my stuff on the empty bed… but the rooms nice. you’ve kept it clean!“ you begin to ramble, and yoko laughs. “you seem nice. i think we’re gonna get along great.” she proclaims, flashing you a grin.

yoko was your first friend at nevermore academy. she was bright, generous, gave great fashion advice, and was someone you knew you could trust right away. it didn’t take long for you both to become nearly inseparable. that’s when you begin getting close to enid, divina, and even bianca; some of yoko’s other close friends. you and enid have the most in common. you find yourself hanging out with the blonde whenever your roommate is busy with nightshade society. it isn’t until you and enid have plans for the mall one afternoon, that you end up in her room. that’s when you see her. wednesday addams. her long braided black hair, her long lashes, and that all black outfit. you had barely seen her in the halls, but had no classes with her at all.

“i hope you and your friend aren’t planning on staying here. i’m working on my novel.” wednesday states, barely looking up from her typewriter. you look at her with pure interest, “you’re a writer? what are you writing about?” you ask curiously, and she rolls her eyes. “things a peabrain like you wouldn’t understand.” she mutters, and you giggle at her cattiness. “ignore wednesday, she’s allergic to color and all things nice. let’s go y/n, the mall closes at 6 today.” enid says, as she grabs her coat. “okay! sabrina’s tagging along, she said she needs some new shoes.” you explain, and enid smiles, “that’s fine! i love her! i heard she has a crush on joey from physics.” enid admits, and you gag. “ew! he looks like one of those guys that doesn’t wash their ass.”

enid bursts into fits of laughter as you both make your way to the door, “bye wednesday, it was nice officially meeting you.” you wave at the raven haired girl, who doesn’t even spare you a glance. “i wish i could say the same.” she grumbles, and you can’t fight the smile that tugs on your lips as you and enid make your way out. as you two walk down the hall, and towards sabrina’s room, enid pipes up; “hey, don’t take anything wednesday says personally, she’s like that with everybody.” enid explains, and you shake your head. “oh it’s fine! she’s pretty cute.” you admit with a blush, and enid shakes her head in disbelief. “wednesday and cute don’t belong in the same category. maybe violent, or irritable; even sassy fits.” enid jokes and you laugh. “well, she’s still pretty. even if she doesn’t quite like me.” you say as you walk into your younger sisters room.

“who doesn’t like you?” sabrina asks, as she looks away from the mirror where she was fixing her make up in, and over to you and enid. “wednesday.” you say, and sabrina furrows her brows, “who?” she asks. “my roommate. she’s in our grade, super grumpy, wears all black.” enid explains bluntly as she takes a seat on sabrina’s bed. “is she short?” sabrina asks and enid nods eagerly. “yup that’s her!” the blonde exclaims. “oh god, y/n/n, you like her? she’s emo.” sabrina points out, and you pout, “what’s wrong with that?!! she’s totally cute!” you declare, and enid flashes you a pointed look. “and totally hates you.” she reminds you, and you blush sheepishly. “hate and love are two very similar things.” you joke causing enid to groan and throw a pillow your way.

you start seeing wednesday a lot more after that. you always go out of your way to say hi to her, or even talk to her. even though she never seems excited to talk to you, she doesn’t ignore you, and you take that as a good sign. sabrina and you have always been the closest out of your siblings; she was only a year younger than you, yet you two were more like best friends than sisters. that’s exactly why she’s the first person you confess to about having a crush on wednesday.

“you can’t be serious, y/n/n. she hates your guts!” sabrina points out as you two eat lunch under the old oak tree. you had just admitted it to her, and the brunette was staring at you as if you had three heads. “i know! but she’s so hot! and have you heard her voice? ugh… i got it bad, the other day i asked her if she came her often… to school!!” you groan, and she shakes her head, chuckling softly. “damn… i for sure would have thought you would’ve fell for yoko… or even enid. but wednesday? seriously? have you guys even had an actual conversation that didn’t involve you trying to awkwardly flirt with her?” sabrina asks, and you nod.

“i was talking to her about her novel the other day… she’s a smart ass, but she’s definitely smart. like probably smarter than elise.” you admit, and sabrina laughs. “damn, maybe you should ask elise how to tutor you in the art of being a bitch.” she jokes, and you giggle. “maybe. she’s definitely too busy with jake. have you seen the way she gets when he texts her?” you inquire as you eat a cookie off your sisters tray. “yeah, it’s disgusting.” the younger girl says after rolling her eyes. “she still hasn’t talked to me because i stained her flannel. i got her a new one and said i was sorry!” sabrina exclaims, and you laugh. “she’s taking it personal. you’re gonna have to gravel. or just buy her food after her debate club. she’s always hungry after arguing.” you retort, taking a sip of your chocolate milk.

“ugh, she was made for debate. i’m thinking about joining the soccer team.” she reveals, and your eyes widen. “awww that would be awesome! you’d be great!” you say honestly, and she flashes you a smile. “thanks y/n/n.” she says softly as she finishes her sandwich. “hey that reminds me! my friend xavier was saying something about a book club on thursday’s at the library. you should check it out!” she says as she opens her backpack and pulls out a flyer. she hands it to you, and you take it, skimming over it. your eyebrows raise slightly, “huh, i actually think i’m gonna check it out. i need new book ideas. i’m tired of re-reading ‘black house’.” you tell her and she beams. “i thought of you as soon as he showed me the flyer!“

unbeknownst to you and sabrina, wednesday also received the same flyer from xavier. that’s how the two of you both ended up in the library on tuesday. you’re a bit early, and so is she, along with a few other students. you take a seat right beside her, and she glances at you. “are you lost? this isn’t the romance novel book club. they meet on tuesday’s.” she cattily remarks, and you chuckle. “i didn’t even know they had a club for that.” you admit, ignoring her comment. wednesday can’t help but continuously glance at you; you’re wearing baggy jeans, a tight fitted top, along with a pair of gray converse. wednesday is wearing an oversized black knitted sweater, fishnets, and a pair of black doc marten boots. her hair is braided and she looks gorgeous as ever.

“i actually don’t enjoy romance novels. it makes me feel like i’m reading really cheesy fanfics. my little sister gave me the flyer for this club. i need new book recommendations.” you say simply, and wednesday purses her lips, “this is a book club for thriller and horror novels.” she points out, and you nod. “i know. i read the flyer, addams.” you joke, and she looks at you. “what’s your favorite book?” she asks, and you blush sheepishly as you reach into your bag and pull out your old copy of ‘black house’ by stephen king. “i know it’s a bit basic but he really does have wonderful novels. i really enjoyed ‘she’s gone’ by david bell as well. the ending was a plot twist. poor girl.” you ramble slightly, and you blush as you realize she’s staring at you. you tuck a strand of curly hair behind your ear, your eyes meet hers, “what’s your favorite book, wednesday?” you ask her, sounding genuinely curious.

“the original frankenstein book is unmatched. but i suppose the haunting of hill house is good as well.” she answers curtly and you smile at her as she avoids your sweet gaze. “i too carry a copy of frankenstein around because it’s my favorite.” she confesses, making you grin. “you’ll have to lend it to me sometime. if that’s okay of course.” you say so gently she nearly grimaces at how soft your voice is. she reaches into her backpack, and pulls out the old copy, before handing it to you. you reach for it, but she pulls it away abruptly. “black house. i’d like to read it.” she declares, taking you by slight surprise. you nod vigorously, “sure! here!” you say happily, as you shove the copy of your favorite book into her free hand. you gladly take the original ‘frankenstein’ copy, and flash her a smile that makes her nauseous.

“hello everyone. i see we have quite a few eager readers. i’ve picked out a few good reads, and we’ll all have a vote on which one you all wanna read this week.” one of the teachers you hardly know interrupts your moment with wednesday, as she sits down in front of the group. wednesday doesn’t say a word to you during the rest of the session. though, she cannot seem to stop thinking about you as she reads ‘black house’. the little side notes you wrote— the highlighted parts you thought were important. she finds herself enjoying the book, and she can’t believe someone like you actually has good taste. perhaps wednesday misjudged you.

she’s pulled out of her thoughts one evening by your giggling. you’re laughing at something sabrina and her friends were saying. that’s when wednesday sees you take a hit of one of their wax pens, blowing the smoke in your younger sisters face, and giggling wildly. she shakes her head, prying her eyes away from you. nope. you’re still an idiot, she thinks. an idiot who seems to be interested in good books. but that’s your only redeeming quality in wednesday’s opinion.

“hey wednesday, are you enjoying the book?“ you ask as you approach the raven haired girl. wednesday looks over at where you were just sitting with your group of annoying friends and little sister. they seemed to have scattered, and she hadn’t even noticed you making your way up to her. “it’s not terrible. i truly enjoy the way he doesn’t shy away from the gruesome details and thoughts.” she explains, and you nod in agreement as you sit next to her. she doesn’t tell you to get lost even though she should. your girly perfume fills her senses, and she sticks her nose in the air as she looks away from you. “yeah, stephen king is already not afraid to cross any lines, but peter straub is totally fucked in the head. i like it.” you confess in a dorky way that makes wednesday turn her head and stare at you for a second.

“what?“ you ask curiously, wondering what she was staring at. “how did i never notice how much of a dork you are?” she asks, and you roll your eyes, blushing deeply— you pull your knees up to your chest, and you stare at your shoes. “maybe because you’ve never bothered to get to know me.” you joke, before looking at her. the sunlight is hitting your hair, and the way your bangs falls just above your eyelashes— wednesday never noticed how brown your eyes are. they change in the sun and she’s never noticed that about anyone. “well, you are insufferable… but i suppose i don’t mind speaking to you.” wednesday mutters, and you smile widely. there’s that nauseating feeling again. she wants to kiss wipe that smile right off your face.

“oh! i finished frankenstein! it was so fucking good but so fucking sad— i almost don’t want to read ‘black phone’. i know i’m gonna end up crying again.” you admit, and wednesday shakes her head. “you cried? i understand frankenstein is tragic, but crying is a bit dramatic don’t you think?” she asks, and you shrug. “i’m a sensitive person. here’s your book, thanks for lending it to me. if you have any other book recommendations i’d really appreciate them.” you confess shyly, and wednesday takes note of the rosy pink blush coating your cheeks and nose. she doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant on getting to know her and talk to her. shouldn’t she have scared you off by now like she usually does with everyone else?

“thomas harris. silence of the lambs. i have a copy in my room, i’ll lend it to you tomorrow.” she states, and you smile widely. god she wishes you’d stop doing that.

wednesday begins to notice everything you do. the way you laugh, or mess with the holes in your jeans when you’re bored. you heart your ‘i’s’, and chew on your bottom lip when you’re nervous. you’re kind to everyone, and she hasn’t encountered a single person who has spoken badly about you. wednesday finds herself at a loss because she actually wants to talk to you, but she realizes she never wants to talk to anyone. she can’t for the life of her figure out what’s so different about you. or how she went from hating you, to thinking about you nearly every hour of the day. she even catches herself thinking about your giggle in the middle of class.

in december wednesday finds you sitting alone in the garden; a spot she enjoyed coming to be alone. just when she was about to tell you to get lost, she got closer, and heard the sniffling. “y/n?” wednesday’s voice causes you to jump a bit. you weren’t expecting anyone to be here and see you like this. you look up at her; those bambi eyes are red and full of tears, and your cheeks were stained, as if you had been crying for awhile now. wednesday forgets who she is and immediately feels concern wash over her. did somebody make you cry? was she going to have to commit murder? “what happened?“ she asks demandingly, before she takes a seat on the bench beside you. “i-it’s my moms birthday today…” you trail off, trying to hold back tears but failing miserably. “oh. did you call her?“ wednesday questions, and you shake your head, “she— she p-passed away last year.” you explain, and wednesday looks at you intensely.

“i’m sorry.” she sounds sincere, and it takes you by surprise as you stare at her with those vulnerable eyes. “she probably misses you as much as you miss her.” wednesday adds, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. “y-you’re sweet. thanks for sitting with me.” you thank her gently, and she responds with an eye roll, “i’m not sweet, and if you tell anyone i sat with you, i’ll cut all your pretty hair off.” she threatens, and you sniffle as you blush, an inevitable smile creeping onto your face. “you think my hair is pretty?“ you ask, and for the first time since you met wednesday addams, the heat rises to her cheeks causing them to turn a shade of crimson red. “shut up, y/n.” she says warningly, shooting a murderous look your way. instead of lookinh terrified like anyone else would, you stare at her with an expression of pure adoration.

things change after your encounter with wednesday in the garden. you catch her staring more than she normally would, and whenever you approach her, you notice she doesn’t seem as annoyed as she used to. sure, she’s still as grumpy as ever, but your presence didn’t annoy her anymore, and that was strange. she normally gets irritated with everyone, but you somehow have become an exception. wednesday was not only okay with you coming up to her and talking her ear off, she was also looking forward to it. thoughts of you and even your voice would plague her mind. she thought of you before she fell asleep, and as soon as she awoke, there you were on her mind like clockwork.

it isn’t until wednesday sees you talking to aaron from botany, he seems to be staring at you with a glint in his eyes. you’re smiling at him in that way that always makes wednesday’s stomach flutter. but you’re directing it at him instead, and that nauseating feeling she usually gets, turns into a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. suddenly she has never hated anyone more than aaron jeffery. she glares at him; she’s certain if he notices he’ll probably shit himself. but he doesn’t notice; you do. you turn your head, and your eyes lock with wednesday’s tenebrous orbs. you light up at the sight of her, and now your smile is directed at her. you wave cutely, “hey wednesday!” you greet her from across the courtyard before looking at aaron. “i’ll see you next period!” you exclaim, and he nods with a smile as you rush over to the raven haired girl.

“hi.” you giggle as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. wednesday tenses up, “hi. what were you talking to jeffery’s about?” she asks, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “we got assigned to be partners earlier this year in botany class, and we just sort of became friends that way.” you shrug, and wednesday has an uncomfortable knot in her stomach. “oh.” is all the shorter girl responds with, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. “is there a problem between you and aaron? like some sort of secret beef i don’t know about?” you ask half jokingly, and she shakes her head. “i don’t like him.” wednesday answers quickly. “he stares at you like he’s never seen a girl in his sorry little life. don’t get me started on the way he dresses.” wednesday rants a bit, and all of your confusion seems to dissipate as a wave of realization washes over you. wednesday addams is jealous of aaron, because she thinks he likes you.

“but aaron is crushing on stacey mathew’s.” you remind her and wednesday scowls. “i don’t care. since when does that stop boys?” she mutters, and you tilt your head to the side, like a confused puppy. “wen… are you jealous of him?” you ask her, and the way you’re smirking makes her shoot a murderous glare your way. she’s not an idiot. she’s completely aware she’s jealous of that tall boy and his kind smile that wednesday doesn’t have. but to admit she’s envious of him, would be to admit how she feels about you. wednesday would rather die before admitting that your voice is something she looks forward to hearing every single day. or even how every time she reads a stephen king book she thinks of you.

“jealousy is a feeling, y/n, and we both know i don’t do feelings.” she declares trying to sound serious. you raise your eyebrows, “then you wouldn’t care if i said he was cute?” you question, clearly just trying to get a rise out of her, and it obviously works because she glares at you. “he looks like a burnt chicken.” she hisses, and you giggle wildly. “no feelings my ass.” you retort sarcastically, and the raven haired girls expression stays firm. “i don’t have feelings, y/n! much less any regarding you and that fried roach.” she snaps in that usually harsh tone she always saves for other people, and never you. yet today her stare is harsh and it’s directed towards you. the trace of softness you usually see in her big brown-black orbs is gone; instead there’s something inscrutable in her gaze and you can’t quite figure out what it is.

you frown, “no feelings regarding me at all? is that your polite way of saying you don’t care about me whatsoever?” you ask uncertainly, and she rolls her eyes. “i don’t care about anybody. everybody at this school is a dimwitted, supernatural moron with no concept of reality or the real world. if that bothers you, maybe you should just go run along and follow aaron jeffery around everywhere like a lost, pathetic puppy. the same way you follow me around.” her tone is so cold, and so unlike whenever she speaks to you. she sounds the same way as when you first met her. you blink a few times, and then, something terrible happens to wednesday. not the good kind of terrible that she loves— no, the terrible that makes her stomach twist and churn… your bottom lip begins to tremble and the heart she’s been so intent on hiding from everyone, falls into the pit of her belly.

tears well up in your eyes, and suddenly she’s replaying every cruel word she just said. they were all because you were right. she was jealous of aaron. “you could’ve just said you didn’t want to hang out with me. or that you don’t like me… you don’t have to be so cruel just because you know how i feel about you.” you manage to say while your voice shakes and wednesday can see the look of hurt in those chocolate brown eyes. you turn around and rush off, leaving wednesday alone with her thoughts and unwanted emotions. that interaction hadn’t gone as she planned, but what could she do about it? chase you and beg for forgiveness? admit that what you said was not only true but spot on? she was jealous, and she did know about the way you feel about her. though you weren’t aware of what she was feeling for you. the more she got to know you, the more she realized she liked. even the things she was supposed to hate, she found made those dead butterflies in her stomach resurrect and flutter around with pure life.

she found herself having to pretend to dislike your presence, but it seemed as though you could see right through wednesday and her grumpiness. you even dealt with it just to hang out with her. though, there were undoubtable moments where you just knew wednesday returned all those feelings she claimed she didn’t have. you would ramble on and on about a book or show, and when you’d look up her eyes would be on you, taking in every word. even when she wasn’t looking at you, she was listening. you knew because she remembered every detail, down to the silliest thing. though it was never silly to you, it always made your heart skip a beat. almost everything wednesday did for you, made your heart rate pick up. you noticed everything when it came down to her; the way her gaze would soften up whenever looking at you, or how she let you hug her and hold her hand.

yet, wednesday’s words sounded so serious and cold. you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, wednesday addams has hated you this whole time. maybe everything was in your head, and she really didn’t like you or anyone else at this school for that matter. maybe wednesday really was as heartless as she claims to be… but you don’t believe that. you can’t. there’s too many things she does that prove her wrong, yet if you ever called her out on them, she would most likely deny everything. if she didn’t want to like you, wasn’t that just as bad as not liking you? she knew she liked you, and she still didn’t want you. that hurt you more than anything else regarding your love life has.

when enid sees you crying she rushes in your direction, excusing herself from ajax and their mutual friends as she follows you towards your dorm. “y/n, what happened!?” she asks in pure concern as she follows you into yours and yoko’s shared bedroom. “did— did wednesday make you cry?” she asks cautiously, and you sniffle, nodding. enid feels a wave of nerves hit her. if wednesday was in a bad enough to mood to snap at you, maybe that meant everyone should stay clear from her today. there’s no telling what she’d do to people she actually hated. “what happened? did she say something to you?” the blonde asks patiently, and you look down at your converse. “dimwitted, supernatural moron… and a pathetic puppy. that’s what she thinks of me.” you whisper, and enid frowns.

“you’re none of those things, y/n. you’re a great friend and i know wednesday didn’t mean what she said. she’s just a grump.” enid points out and you shake your head. “i think she did, enid. i can’t keep trying so hard for her to like me. i should’ve taken the hint a long time ago and just left her alone.” you mutter, looking up and meeting enid’s eyes. her eyes are empathetic and sincere, “no, y/n, wednesday loves you! she just doesn’t want to admit it! she’s changed since she started hanging around you… she’s been nicer in her own little wednesday way. there’s less threats, and hate towards color or people. it’s because of you.” she insists, and you look at your fingers that you’re playing with nervously.

“i’ve seen the change, but until she apologizes or tells me how she feels herself, i think it’s best to keep my distance from wednesday…” you trail off, and enid can see the words hurt you to say. she frowns, but nods, “i understand and respect your decision, even it means i will have to deal with a very grumpy wednesday.” she murmurs and you flash her a sad smile. “sorry, enid…” you trail off, you thoughts immediate going to the raven haired girl you’re so helplessly in love with.

wednesday notices the change right away. it’s been a week since she said those mean things to you, and she couldn’t stop thinking about you. wednesday went from being the only person you’d seek out to talk to, to being the only person you’re avoiding. she feels like she’s been hit with the plague, because you won’t even look at her anymore. it drives her crazy when sees you and you don’t light up the way you used to, or even smile in her direction. she never thought silence (one of her favorite things), would drive her this mad when it was coming from you. she hated to admit she missed your voice, and all the things she thought she hated about you… like the way you talk too much, and practically shower in that girly perfume that tickles wednesday’s senses in the worst way. when she smells it in the halls her belly burns.

“she’s been miserable without you.” enid cuts into wednesday’s thoughts one lunch period, as she notices her roommate staring at you from the other side of cafeteria. you were sitting with elise and her friends today, looking absolutely miserable. it was no secret your older sister often was one of your biggest bullies, though it came from a place of love, the things she said still affected you. much like wednesday, she said things bluntly and honestly, not caring if she hurt anyones feelings. “she’s the one that decided to stop sitting here.” wednesday says back, her tone harsh and abrasive. enid rolls her eyes, “because you called her a dimwitted, supernatural moron, wednesday!” enid points out, causing everyone at the table to look at the two.

wednesday shoots daggers at the blonde, “i said it in regards towards everyone at this school!” wednesday hisses, and enid shakes her head in dismay. “it’s the same thing. not to mention you called her a ‘pathetic puppy’, don’t you have any idea how much your words hurt? especially to someone who has feelings for you.” she states sternly, and the raven haired girls careless expression falters. a trickle of silence passes, and wednesday speaks. “i didn’t mean it.” the shorter girl mutters, and enid raises a brow as she reaches for her fruit cup. “then why did you say it?“ the werewolf questions curiously, causing the short girl sitting beside her to sigh in frustration.

“because she was gushing over aaron jeffery!” wednesday snaps and enid raises both of her eyebrows in amusement. “and why did that bother you? i thought you and y/n were just friends; didn’t you say you hated the idea of love and romance because of your parents?” enid inquires, and wednesday grips the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles change in color. “this isn’t romance or love, i merely believe that y/n can do better than someone like that gross ogre.” she declares simply, and enid smirks, clearly not believing wednesday. “she can do better? as in someone like you?” enid asks with a shit-eating grin on her face, and wednesday glowers at her roommate.

“you may be my roommate, but i wouldn’t think twice about ripping your tongue out with my bare hands.” wednesday threatens the blonde, causing enid to giggle. “oh my god! you really do have feelings for y/n!” enid whisper/yells excitedly. “you have to tell her!” she exclaims, and wednesday keeps a straight face as she looks back down at her open book, deciding to simply ignore enid’s presence. “i mean, sure, you may have royally messed up by saying those things to the only person who’s genuinely not afraid of you, but she’s a sweetie. she’ll understand if you just tell her you were jealous.” enid rambles, and wednesday snaps her book shut, glaring at the blonde.

“call her a ‘sweetie’ again and i really will rip your tongue out.” she hisses as she stands up and walks out of cafeteria. enid gulps, and she looks over at you who’s watching wednesday walk away. wednesday’s head is plagued by thoughts of you. she goes to her room and tries to work on her novel, but she can’t concentrate long enough to get anything done. her homework got done later than usual because of how much she’s thinking about you. the raven haired girl sighs in frustration as she looks over at thing who’s sitting on the corner of her desk.

“i messed up.” she says aloud, making thing perk up at the sound of her voice. he makes his way towards her, and she looks at him with eyes of vulnerability. she’d never let anyone see her like this, but thinking about you and your face of hurt makes her feel enormously guilty. “what did you do?” thing taps, and wednesday purses her lips. “i… god this is embarrassing… i was jealous of aaron jeffery.” she says his name with disdain, curling her upper lip in disgust. “i know, i know. why should i, a superb young woman, who is by far the most amazing person at this awful place, be jealous of a burnt chicken like him? well, because y/n thinks he’s cute. can you believe that? she thinks he’s cute.” thing is silent while wednesday rants, finally allowing all of her feelings to come seeping out in her rushed words. “what was i supposed to tell her? that i think she has the most soul crushing smile on the planet and i would die to see it over and over again? that when she smiled at him it made me want to add him to the list of murders? she makes me sick every time she looks at me, like there’s a bunch of moths in my stomach that are about to fly out of my mouth. i can’t tell her any of that.” wednesday hisses, and thing taps, “you are in love.”

wednesday viscously glares at thing, “love is for morons!” she snaps, “you are a moron.” thing taps back, and wednesday goes silent. “yes. i suppose i am. i mean, i did let her get a way.” she whispers, and thing taps again. “talk to her. say sorry.” he insists, and wednesday purses her lips. “i’m not saying i’m going to, but hypothetically if i were to apologize, how would i do that?” she inquires curiously.

you rub your temples tiredly after you finish revising your essay for botany class. you had been doing homework all evening and were finally done. though, your homework was slightly prolonged due to the way your thoughts would trail off towards a certainly pig tailed addams. you would think about the way her eyes would pour into you, or the way her lips would twitch into the faintest of smiles as she would listen to you go on and on. yet, you can’t help but think about what she said. truthfully, you wouldn’t be so angry if she’d just apologize. sure, the words hurt, but you’d forgive her if she just said she’s sorry.

but she hasn’t even tried to speak to you, and that’s what hurts the worst.

*knock, knock*

the light knocks on your door cause your head to snap in its direction. an envelope flies under your door, and you furrow your eyebrows as you stand up and make your way towards it. you pick it up, your name is written on it and you recognize that handwriting anywhere. wednesday. you open the door, but there’s no one there; you can see thing thumping down the hall towards wednesday’s room. you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips as you open the envelope, and pull out the letter inside.

“y/n,

please excuse how late this is. i understand if you don’t read this, but if you do, would you do me the favor of coming to my room whenever you can? i wish to say a few things to you in regards of our last conversation. if you don’t come, that’s alright too. i’m deeply sorry for what i said. you were right, and i was jealous. you aren’t a moron, or pathetic. you aren’t like anyone at this school. — w.a”

your heart flutters in your chest as you read the letter. wednesday wants to apologize? was this some kind of trap to hurt your feelings again? you chuckle at the absurdity of this, but you can’t help but feel your cheeks heating up at the sincerity of the letter. you take a step out of your room, and close the door behind you. you hold the letter in your hand the entire way to wednesday’s room. when you knock the door flies open, and there’s wednesday standing in front of you with an unrecognizable look on her face. “you came.” she states observantly, had she really thought you wouldn’t? you were crazy about her after all. “you asked me to.” you respond softly, and there are those butterflies in her belly again

“i didn’t mean what i said. i’m sorry i hurt you.” she says, and her usual monotone is laced with vulnerability. your eyes often as you pull her in for a tight hug, “oh wednesday.” you gush as you squeeze her tightly, and she feels a wave of heat wash over her. she immediately feels okay as soon as you embrace her. “do you… forgive me?” the raven haired girl asks carefully, and you pull away, nodding eagerly. “of course! i… i guess a part of me knew you didn’t mean it. i know you’re not good with feelings, and that’s why i try my hardest to understand your reactions to everything i do. but i really hope from now on, you try your hardest to understand my feelings as well.” you explain timidly and she reaches for one of your hands cautiously. you gladly accept and interlock your fingers with hers.

“i promise i’ll do better. i’m barely starting to understand my own feelings for you, and they’re a bit overwhelming.” wednesday reveals, causing you to blush. “well, if you ever need help sorting them out, you know i’m here right?” you ask, and she looks at her for a moment. thing taps on the desk, “invite her in, moron!” and wednesday blinks as the back of her neck gets coated with a crimson blush. “would you like to come in right now and help me sort through them?” the goth asks smoothly, and now it’s your turn to blush. “i would like that.” you respond and she lights up as she steps aside, allowing you entrance into her shared bedroom. a wave of relief hits her, as she realizes you’re back and she doesn’t want to ever lose you again. that’s when wednesday realizes she may be in love with you, and that terrifies her.

though, losing you terrifies her even more… so if making you hers and keeping you by her side forever is what you need, then she’ll be content with doing so.

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a/n: this was my first fic on here!! i’ve never seen the netflix series so excuse me if i get anything wrong, i’m just crushing sooo hard on jenna ortega rn 😂

#wednsday addams #wednesday addams x fem reader angst #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #lgbtq #this is my first post #be kind #lesbian fanfic

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leadpoisioning · 1 year

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Claiming Territory

Sub!Rowan x Fem!Were!Reader

SMUT (18+)((biting, oral, riding, breeding))

Word Count: 1,775

You go into a heat at the hands of Rowan, luckily for you his hands would do anything to relieve you from your needs.

“It’s been seven days Enid, I feel terrible.” You frown. You felt terrible physically, but also emotionally. Your heat had come early, you had hoped it would hold off until the upcoming break but evidently that was not happening. You were studying in a small group with Rowan when you felt it. You had been watching him write down a few notes when you got a strange sort of tunnel vision. All you could think, see, smell was Rowan. Immediately, you were whisked away to your dorm by Enid, where you had spent the last week being given your assignments and meals away from the general populace.

Rowan was oblivious but obeyed the advice Weems gave him on the first day when he went to ask about your condition.

“He’ll be fine, Xavier and Ajax have been keeping him busy.” She assures you, tossing you some raw meat to keep you settled. Your snout quickly appears to catch the morsel and consume it, before your normal face comes back.

Rowan was blissfully unaware of the werewolf tendencies that were a part of your normal life. Sure, he knew you could willingly transform but he knew nothing of what came along with it. You wanted to keep it that way, you didn’t want him to worry and end up hurting himself trying to help you.

“Oh! I have an idea.” Enid jumps, grabbing a paper and pen from your desk. “You should write him a letter, then I could deliver it!” You smile up at the cheery girl.

“That is a good idea, thanks Enid.” She nods and sits down on the chair she brought near your bed, feeding you another piece of meat while you write.

Little did you know, Rowan had been reading every werewolf book he could get his hands on when Xavier and Ajax weren’t dragging him places far away from your dorm. He learned a lot about your biology and instincts. He held off on arguably the most important part to read until today. Rowan had snuck away from Ajax and Xavier, eager to get started on learning what you were currently going through. He locked the door and sat down on his mattress, opening the book to the dog eared page.

Meanwhile, Ajax and Xavier laughed in the courtyard, forgetting about their mission. Enid excitedly took your letter and set out to deliver it to the boy. As the blonde skips across the school grounds she sees two out of the three boys.

“Guys!” They look up. “Where’s Rowan?” They look scared.

“I swear he was right behind us.” Ajax holds his hands up defensively. Enid bites her lip with a sharp tooth.

“Well he can’t be on his way to (Y/N)’s dorm, I just came from there. He’s probably back at yours.” She turns to Xavier before turning on her heels. The boys look at each other and follow, wanting to see what she needed with Rowan.

He scrambles to hide the book after hearing the harsh knock. It got wildly in depth about the heat cycle you were currently going through. Rowan felt bad, he was your friend- surely he could help you in some way. He’s surprised to see Enid holding a letter up to him when he opens the door, even more surprised to see Ajax and Xavier behind her.

“You snuck off early.” Xavier smirks.

“Sorry, I needed to study.” He quickly responds. It wasn’t quite a lie. Ajax rolls his eyes and motions at the letter.

“It’s from (Y/N)! I told her she should write a letter to you, she feels terrible about not being able to see you.” Enid explains sitting on the nearby desk.

Rowan sits on his bed, privately reading the letter while the other three engage in their own quiet conversation. You had taken the liberty of writing what was probably the most romantic thing Rowan had ever bore witness to, and it was just for him. The book regarding your situation intrigued him, but your letter infatuated him. He always had feelings for you- but this really sealed the deal. But, you insisted he wait and and instead write back until your heat was over. Rowan would not listen. Enid, Ajax and Xavier eventually left later that evening, and Rowan would then make his way to your dorm.

You assumed Enid would be back to deliver his response, but after a quick text you learned she’d be staying with Ajax. He would probably send his letter over with Xavier, you figured, just as a knock sounded at your door. You speed over, hand on the knob when you smell him. Rowan had disobeyed you.

“Rowan, I told you not to come.”

“(Y/N) I have spent the last week reading everything I could about- about your predicament.” He takes a spritz of his inhaler. “Please. I can help you, I know I c-can.” A sharp tooth bites your lip and your heart speeds up just being a door away from him, but he read everything he could? You open the door and pull him in. He stands in the center of the room while you press yourself against the door.

“Rowan… are you sure.” He hesitates before nodding. “You hesitated.” You notice.

“Only because I- god, I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never done it before, and you still want to help me?”

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you.” He doesn’t stutter. You whine and lock the door, quickly holding him by his jacket to kiss him. He holds your arms lightly while trying to keep up with your fast mouth.

“Lay down.” You pull away, watching carefully as he does what you ask of him.

Rowan nervously fiddles with his hands while you stalk towards the bed. He takes a spritz of his inhaler before setting it on your bedside table. You gently sit on the bed.

“Are you sure?” You ask, once more.

“Yes. Use me, please.” He lightly begs. The heat in between your legs burns hotter.

“You need to let me know if I hurt you.” He nods. “Verbally, Rowan.”

“Okay.” He agrees, breath shaking as he watches you drag your nails down his arms. With his verbal agreement, you start.

Your lips start on his collarbone, pressing against them before splitting to reveal your teeth and tongue. You mark Rowan as yours, branding him to fend off any of your weresisters. He moans as you feverishly suck hickeys into his skin, desperate to mark your territory before indulging in it.

“You’re mine.” You state, removing yourself from him before quickly kissing his lips again. Your knee makes its way in between his legs while a hand travels up his untucked shirt. Rowan’s eyes roll back as your nails lightly drag down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his pants. You dip your hand into them and palm his half hard cock.

“Please.” He whimpers, looking at you through his glasses. He sighs in relief when you answer his plea and tug down his khakis and underwear.

Moving down his body, you gently pull out his cock. It now stands proudly within your grasp, the angrily red tip beginning to leak with precum. You jerk it, watching as Rowan’s back arches off the bed. His reactiveness makes the heat in you grow brighter. You need him, soon. You’ve waited far too long. Using your thumb, you tease his slit. He gasps and quickly uses his inhaler before you replace your digit with your tongue, beginning to suck on the tip. He throws a hand over his reddening face, concentrating on your mouth bringing him closer to cumming. You lap at his cock, sucking up the delicious beads of precum that drip down his shaft.

After you deem his cock soaked enough, you pull away, pulling a dejected moan from Rowan in the process. Your hands deftly maneuver his shirt buttons, fully undressing him before you move onto shedding your own layers. He watches in amazement as you remove your shirt, bra, pants, and underwear.

“Sit up.” You exhale, moving to straddle him. Soft hands rest against your hips as you hover over his hard length. You sink onto his cock and howl out in pleasure. He clings to you as you give him no time to adjust to the heavenly feeling that is your cunt before pulling yourself up and slamming back down.

After a few moments, Rowan remembers why exactly he’s in this situation. He was here to serve you, relinquish you from your heat. His hands release the death grip they’d had and move to two entirely different places. One moves to your nipple while his head dips down to suck on the other. Your eyes widen, and you howl louder- this time getting an enthusiastic response from Enid across campus. Rowan really had read his stuff, all just to please you. You squeeze around him, your slick walls holding him in a vice grip as you roughly rode him. His other hand surprises you, softly thumbing your clit.

“Fuck, so good for me. All mine.” You ride him harder, feeling his tip kiss your cervix as he bottoms out.

Rowan lets out a choked groan, feeling his cock begin to twitch inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum (Y/N)-“ He warns kneading your breast and flicking your clit faster. His words excite you further. You needed him to cum inside of you, mark you as his and complete the heat. You slam your hips down faster and squeeze him harder, rutting your hips into his. Thinking you didn’t hear him, Rowan moans out again. “(Y/N)- I’m close, so close-“ Now, you beg him.

“Please, cum in me, Rowan. Need you to breed me, make me yours- fuck!” His cock jumps at the mention of breeding you. Fucking his seed deep in your cunt. His body stills, going rigid as he releases inside of you, filling you deeply with his cum while you bite his shoulder as you tighten and cum around him.

Panting, you remove yourself from his cock and lay beside him, nuzzling into his shoulder. You lap at the bite you left, soothing it.

“Are- are you okay now?” Rowan wearily asks, not know if he could take another round. But if you needed it, he would comply in a heartbeat.

“Oh yes! Thank you.” Realizing the searing heat within you is gone, you pepper his face in ecstatic kisses. You’re happy to be yourself once again. “So good for me, only me. All mine.” You sigh, wrapping yourself around him, soon falling asleep.

#x reader #wednesday netflix #rowan laslow x reader smut #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow #smut

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biscuitbox23 · 4 months

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Dead weight.

summary: you run into the woods to get away from the group, you were reaching the end of your life as you suffer from aplastic anemia, only to get stopped by Rick.

A/n: I’m not a medical expert, i have no familiarity with the field of medicine I am just an idiot who is a sucker for terribly made sad stories. This may be a very long opening to the actual climax so im sorry for that :( please do DM me for advice on how i can make my fanfictions better!

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of the illness, non-established relationship (rick and reader), mentions of death, angst, cursing. (Not much due to me being a minor.) somewhat bad grammar since English isn’t my second language.

words: 1.3K

It has been a while, well, a while since you had a good stock of medicine. You had been in an abandoned cabin a few months after the outbreak. During it, you got stuck in a pharmacy in Atlanta. The law was gone now, so you hoarded a ton of antibiotics, capsules, injections, and anything you could get your grubby hands on.

When Rick and Daryl saved you from a trio of men who were trying to take advantage of you, you joined them and did not stay inside forever, especially when blood stained the floors of your shelter. It was a mistake.

You wanted to stay with yourself, isolated from the horrors and sacrifices that the world has offered now. It was harder to find medication now that most stores were stripped clean. It was easier for you to catch minor fevers, and you tended to have more rest than the others in the group. The only reason you were there is because you knew how to survive.

In the woods, in the apocalypse, no problem. Whatever your dad knew your dad would teach you, he was an outdoor person and loved to forage different shrooms and plants. God knows what happened to him.

You grew closer to the group, helping them find food and clean water, scavenging what you can find in abandoned retail stores (even if it does not have much importance.)

Now you find yourself walking out of Alexandria by attempting to climb the steel borders to the outside of the wall, your head spinning as drowsiness has consumed you to your very core, yet you still have the urge to continue. Or else you are just dead weight. You had a few foot slips —you swear, Enid makes it look easy— but managed to get out. You can sense your muscles aching as if you did not even have the strength to pull yourself up despite climbing trees more than a million times when you were a teen. You needed to disappear

from the people, the group. Rick.

Rick was a leader, for sure. He had all the correct morals and cunningness and looked up to him for it. You were no longer the person of any use to him and his group. You could not even defend yourself without stumbling down to the ground.

You were around when T-dog and Lori passed away. You

remembered falling for Rick when you first saw him, only to discover he had a pregnant wife and a kid. It started like a rocky road. You were so used to the isolation that it took a lot of convincing to get you to come with them to the prison.

You took a liking to his daughter Judith. You loved babies. It was a surprise. You thought that you would never find a baby in this world again. Carl was the closest to you. You tell him stories about your life and would do the same, reminiscing about the world that used to be. He praised his father a lot and got a good idea of what Rick was like as a father. Hershel would check up on your health while Rick would stand beside the old sport as Hershel examines you.

Making your way into the woods, you stopped by a tree to take a breather. Your hands were on your knees as you stared down to the ground, crinkles of the leaves crushing on the bottom of your shoes. The night was cold and airy. The chill on the tip of your nose was evident as you took one more glance at the haven that shielded the real outside world from its inhabitants. The sour stench of rotting meat was not detectable and gave some fresh air — It is not like you cannot get fresh air in Alexandria. You want to be alone most of the time.

��thought I'd find you here." A voice called out, the voice echoing in your ears sounding familiar as the crunching of leaves has gotten closer and closer.

“fuck” you curse under your breath, “how did you find me?”

“Carl saw you tryin’ to climb the walls.”

“huh,” you playfully scoffed but was met with a chill and a cough, “thought I was being sneaky…”

“what're you doin’ out here?” Rick asks out of the blue, staring you up and down as you lean back into the tree.

“Rick," you sighed heavily, “go back.”

“I'm not goin’ back till you tell me what happened, y‘know that, don’t you?” Rick asked with a twinge of concern mixed with his southern drawl.

You paused.

“I'm leaving, Alexandria,” You rubbed your forehead as your stomach grumbled. Sliding down to sit as your back leaned onto the tree further.

“If this is about your illness we can make—“Before Rick could finish his sentence you interrupted.

“Make it work? Yeah, I don’t think so…” You retorted, “You don’t understand, Rick. I have a condition where my bone marrow doesn't produce enough blood cells, and I have no meds to help me, what are the chances of finding a pharmacy? A pharmacy where it has all the things I need to survive?” You spat, frustration filling your mind like hot liquid.

“Denise can help you, Y/n, you have seen her efforts in helping you,” You can sense Rick’s desperation to get you back to Alexandria’s infirmary. His voice remained gentle but firm.

“Why, Rick?” Your eyes stared into Rick's ocean blue orbs, frustration, and confusion, “I’m not strong, anymore. I can’t go on runs, anymore. I can’t protect anyone.”

“Because we still need you—“

“Maybe it’s you who still needs me, Rick…” You spat, leaning your head on the wood as you got the strength to finally stand up, with the support of the tree, of course.

“Y/n we can discuss this once we get back,” Rick sighed, coming closer to you as he held both your arms gently.

A rush of adrenaline painfully scours into your veins as you push him away with all the remaining strength you have.

“GODDAMNIT RICK, WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME DIE OUT THERE!” You yelled at him. “YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE A BURDEN AND YOU SAW HOW MANY PILLS I HAD ON THE TABLE!”

Rick scoffed, “You're giving up now? After all that has happened? The prison, terminus… and you decide to end it all here? Where we’re finally safe?” His tone wasn’t as gentle but it was now harsher, deeper.

“if you think more treatments, will change anything, it won’t. I'm done and I won't let you guilt me into continuing this charade.”

“then what’re you gon’ tell Carl, hm? That you’re sick of bein’ alive so now you’re gonna leave?”

“This isn’t about Carl, Rick it’s about you keeping me to fill in the gap of what Lori gave you,” you glare with poison in your very eyes. “Leaving you to care for a child that was never yours.”

Rick went quiet, as you realized what you had said, “i-I’m sorry… Rick…” you pleaded, holding his hands.

Rick sighed, “Maybe you're right."

You nodded, your breath becoming shorter as your legs finally give in. You feel your body starting to shut down. Rick helped you sit down comfortably on the ground. You were paler and had many bruises on your arms and legs. You were heating up again.

“I'm sorry, Rick,” you breathed heavily, clutching the hand he gave you.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Rick comforted you, kissing her knuckles as her legs trembled. Rick’s voice was shaky, almost labored.

“I don’t wanna turn, you can ask Daryl to keep my gun, you’ll need it,” You softly chuckled. Rick looked at you, taking his revolver from his holster.

“Get back to Alexandria, to Judith…” you smiled as you felt bile in your throat, blocking your airway and your heartbeat becoming more abnormal.

Rick gives you a final kiss on the head as an act of kindness and comfort on the edge of a quick and painless death.

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a/n: Hello everyone! This is my very first Fanfic and I thought about it on the spot 😭 Reading it for me makes me kinda cringe but don’t we all? Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it (cuz I didn’t but I’m a sucker for tragic love)

#rick grimes #the walking dead #twd #twd x reader #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #andrew lincoln #first fanfic #the walking dead universe #BiscuitWrites #twd oneshot

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Would you be willing to write Larissa Weems x nb!teacher!reader smut (still female anatomy though, but without a focus on r’s chest please) where they are watching the school play/musical and Larissa starts teasing reader? Like caresses on the inside of r’s thigh, inching dangerously close to their clit, etc., to the point that they have to leave to go fuck it out somewhere else (you can choose where exactly). And if you could, maybe strong praise kink with dom!Larissa? I love your writing so much omg omg omg it’s so good!!

hello! thank you for the request, and the compliment! <3 i had fun writing it so i hope you have just as much fun reading it and that it lives up to your expectations. also Enid is clearly my favorite Nevermore student so SUE me lmao. as always, ao3 link is in the title! ^^ warnings/content: nsfw (cunnilingus - Larissa receiving, fingering - reader receiving), dom!larissa, teasing/edging, semi-public sexual activity, praise kink, mentions of marking/scratching

words: ~3.9k

when the lights go down

“Hey, you’re gonna do great, okay? I promise!” Enid was practically trembling under your gaze, eyes wide, and you pulled her into a tight hug. As the teacher in charge of Ophelia Hall, you’d grown close to the young girl in your past year at Nevermore. She saw you as a bit of a mentor, often staying after class to help you clean up your classroom and ask you for advice, which you happily gave her - she reminded you a bit of your childhood best friend. You found yourself biting back wide grins as she would recount the latest gossip about her peers, always bursting with more energy in a single second than you thought you’d ever had in your entire life.

Other students bustled around the two of you as you stood backstage, when the lights out in the auditorium began to dim.

“I gotta go okay, and you’d better get back in the dressing room. Break a leg, kid,” you gave her a final smile and pushed her towards the girl’s dressing room, waving to some of your other students who were huddled behind the curtain and giving them a thumbs up before sneaking out the back. You hurried your way through the hallways and slipped into the auditorium, scanning the rows for a place to sit.

The entire front row was reserved for the teachers and your heart skipped a beat at the fact that the only empty seat left was next to none other than your boss, Larissa Weems.

“Hi,” you were breathless when you arrived at the seat. “Is this seat taken?”

“I should hope so,” Larissa looked up at you, her smile blinding, gesturing for you to sit.

“Enid’s very nervous,” you whispered in her ear, committing the way her eyes crinkled at the outer corner to memory.

“Miss Sinclair will be excellent. I’ve played Audrey myself, in fact -”

Oh? You wanted to probe her further on this revelation, but your conversation was cut short by the overture of that night’s show - Little Shop of Horrors.

The students were fabulous of course. Enid had nothing to worry about - the second she began her solo in “Skid Row (Downtown)”, you knew her worries were for naught. You couldn’t help but glance up at the blonde sitting next to you, wondering how she might have sounded in the same part. She was watching the stage with rapt attention, lips parted slightly, eyes sparkling.

Your cheeks warmed as sapphire eyes met yours in the darkness - you’d been caught staring. You averted your gaze back to the stage, trying your hardest to focus on your students and the production they were putting on - not that it wasn’t spectacular, truly. But your thoughts kept wandering back to a certain blonde principal, whose body heat you could practically feel radiating off of her at such a close proximity.

To how she would look gracing the stage with her regal presence, to how her angelic voice would sound crooning out some melody or other (you hadn’t known she could sing, foolishly hadn’t presumed she was into musical theater - what else didn’t you know about her?). To how lovely she looked tonight, a string of pearls kissing the smooth skin of her neck, a cream-colored dress caressing every curve of her body.

Christ, stop it. You chanced another glance at the blonde - only to realize she wasn’t watching the musical at all. She was watching you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Larissa?” You felt utterly exposed under her gaze.

“I feel I’ve flustered you,” she whispered, ducking her head so no one else would hear her. You could see amusement sparkle in her eyes.

“I’ve just been trying to picture you as Audrey this whole time,” you whispered back, reveling in the giggle she had to suppress at your comment. You’d never heard Larissa Weems giggle before, much less been the reason for a giggle of hers - you wanted to commit the sound to memory, to take it to your grave as a treasured gift.

“I knew it,” she smirked. “I promise I’ll tell you all about it sometime, darling.” You couldn’t help but notice how her voice dropped a bit at the pet name, subtly yet still noticeably. She placed a reassuring hand just above your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, and it took every ounce of willpower not to openly shiver at the touch.

You turned your attention back to the stage, acutely aware of how Larissa’s thumb began to trace soothing circles on the inside of your thigh. At first, you weren’t sure she was aware she was doing it, when you peered at her out of the corner of your eye and she was watching the current song “Mushnik & Son” as if it were the most riveting thing she’d ever seen.

It soon became apparent, however, that she was more than aware of her actions, when her hand shifted higher on your thigh, subtly but definitely higher. Her thumb pressed insistently into the flesh of your inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan, cheeks burning brightly in the dark auditorium.

Ms. Thornhill, who was sitting to your right, turned to look at you with furrowed brows, and you sputtered out a weak cough in an attempt to conceal the moan that had peeled from your chest moments before.

You were disappointed to note the sudden absence of Larissa’s hand on your leg, cursing yourself for ruining the moment. Great. Now she won’t touch you for the rest of the evening.

“Sorry, Marilyn, I think I’m getting sick,” you shot her an apologetic glance, clearing your throat awkwardly.

Her eyes searched your face for a moment before her features softened, her hand giving your shoulder a sympathetic squeeze before she turned her attention back to the stage. You let out a defeated sigh and slumped back into your seat, stewing in your own misery at the desperate, building ache between your thighs.

The fabric of your slacks shifted slightly as Larissa’s fingers returned to their former position, continuing their tantalizing ministrations. What was Larissa doing? Surely this woman would be the death of you… Her palm was warm against your leg and a fresh wave of arousal pooled at the apex of your thighs as you shifted in your seat in an urgent attempt to gain some sort of friction to relieve the tension building in your core.

Larissa’s hand caressed the top of your thigh, stopping just shy of your center, coming to rest. She leaned back in her seat as Enid began to croon out “Somewhere That’s Green” and you huffed in frustration, the coil behind your navel wound tight. You glowered up at Larissa until she finally, mercifully, looked down at you, eyes darkened with desire.

You bucked your hips up into her hand, forcing her fingertips to brush against your clit. She sucked in a breath, eyes darting down to your lap then up to the stage, as if contemplating something.

Her lips brushed against your ear, breath fanning across your neck, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as goosebumps erupted on your skin. Her voice was low and breathy as she murmured in your ear. “Follow me in 2 minutes, darling.”

With that, she stood and left the auditorium. You watched her go, mesmerized by the sway of her hips, slightly dizzy as you wrestled with your own desire.

The longest 2 minutes of your life.

Once you were sure you’d waited long enough, you followed Larissa’s path out of the auditorium. As soon as the door swung shut behind you, a pair of strong arms pinned you to the wall of the hallway and a warm mouth latched onto your skin, peppering open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. Larissa’s body pressed flush against yours, trapping you between her and the wall.

“Rissa,” you whimpered as one of her thighs came between yours and pressed into your center. You felt as if you were burning alive from the inside, desperate for her touch and already absolutely drenched.

“Shhh,” Larissa silenced you with a searing kiss, swiping at your lips with her tongue. You moaned into her mouth and she nipped gently at your lower lip.

“Come with me,” Larissa threaded her fingers between your own, the close contact sending a shiver up your spine, and began a brisk pace down the hallway. You followed in a daze, hardly able to believe your luck.

You’d harbored a crush on the woman since you’d started at Nevermore. Well… to call it a crush would be a bit of an understatement. You were quite sure you were in love with her. Everything about her drew you in - the soft, almost maternal smiles she would give passing students, the little creases that would form between her eyebrows when she was deep in thought, the way she seemed to be able to calm your nerves with nothing more than a hand on your shoulder and a whispered praise in your ear.

But she was your boss, for fuck’s sake. Not to mention intelligent, stunning, put-together, a consummate professional… Why would she be interested in you? And yet here she was, dragging you down the hallway to… your own classroom?

Larissa fished her master key out of the pocket of her blazer and unlocked your door, all but pushing you into the classroom, locking the door behind the two of you.

“Don’t you look simply divine tonight?” Larissa husked, inching towards you like a tiger stalking their prey. You stepped back out of instinct, bumping into your desk. You couldn’t even the count the number of times you’d sat at that very desk, picturing yourself bent over it as Larissa towered over you, fucking you into oblivion. And here you were…

You gulped audibly, every nerve-ending in your body alight, heat pooling in your core. Larissa’s pupils were wide, eyes darkened with lust in a way you’d only seen in your wildest fantasies.

She stopped in front of you, her breath warm and delicious on your face, raising the hairs on your arms. “I have wanted you since I first met you, my darling.” You whimpered, reaching out desperately and rather pathetically to pull Larissa towards you by the lapels of her blazer, rushing to crash your lips together. You felt the blonde smile against your lips, her hands coming to rest on your waist.

“Tell me, can you be good for me tonight? Do you want this just as much as I do?” Her whispers against your lips shot straight to your cunt.

“Yes, Larissa, god yes. I want this.” Larissa smirked, sliding the blazer from her shoulders to reveal bare arms, pale skin dusted with light freckles that you’d never been privy to before. You traced them with your eyes, struck by the sudden sense of intimacy you felt clawing at your heart.

A whimper clawed its way from your throat as a warm hand cupped your cheek, forcing your eyes to meet sapphire pools, swimming with lust. The pad of her thumb grazed over your bottom lip, dragging it down then letting go, her eyes watching intently as it snapped back into place.

You found yourself white-knuckling the desk behind you in an attempt to keep your knees from giving out as Larissa’s fingers began to toy with the button of your slacks, her teeth sinking into her lip in question. “May I?”

“Do you have to ask?” Your voice was hoarse as you tried to rasp out an answer. The salacious smirk you received in return had you nearly melting on the spot, and Larissa wasted no time in dragging the slacks down your legs, nails raking at tender flesh on their way down.

Larissa pulled you in for a heated kiss, teeth and tongues clashing, picking you up to set you on the edge of your desk. She rounded the desk until she was behind you, pulling you back against her until you could feel the swell of her breasts pressing deliciously into your back.

Larissa’s hot breath ghosted over your neck as she nibbled on your earlobe, before her lips latched onto your pulse point. Her hands soothed over your torso, moving lower and lower until her right hand finally dipped between your thighs, knuckles brushing the damp patch at the center of your underwear. You felt a groan from Larissa’s chest vibrate against your spine.

“So wet already and I haven’t even touched you yet?” The low timbre of her voice caused a fresh wave of arousal to leak out of your core.

“Larissa, I-I need you, you have no idea,” you hissed as her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your underwear and teased your entrance.

“I think I may have an idea, my darling,” the blonde cooed, finally applying the pressure you’d been searching for as she swiped two fingers up your slit. You moaned, bucking your hips up just as her fingers reached your throbbing clit.

She began to massage the bundle of nerves, drawing a series of moans from your lips as her own lips focused on your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, leaving little bite marks which she soothed with her tongue.

“Rissa, please, I need more,” you gasped, rolling your hips in time with her fingers in search of more friction.

You could feel Larissa’s smile against the bare skin of your shoulder as her fingers dipped lower, spreading your folds on their way to your dripping hole. She dipped the tip of a finger into your entrance, immediately letting out a groan directly into your ear.

“I love how wet you are for me.” Her finger dipped further into your core, pumping slowly in and out, before adding a second finger, stretching you out.

“You take me so well, my love,” Larissa cooed, her thumb coming up to continue drawing languid circles around your aching clit. Long, slender fingers curled into your sweet spot and you arched into Larissa’s touch, hips twitching.

Larissa could sense that you were getting close as your walls began to clench around her fingers, drawing them further into you, as your thighs began to tremble. She withdrew her fingers from your cunt, tracing your entrance with the pads of her fingers as she slowed her pace on your clit to languid strokes.

You whined at the loss of contact, bucking your hips up as the coil behind your navel twisted almost painfully.

“What do you say, darling?” The blonde teased.

“P-please,” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed Larissa inside of you again.

“Please, what?” She peppered soft kisses down the side of your neck, fingers gliding through your wetness so lightly you almost felt you were imagining her touch.

You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately rutting your hips against the air. “Please fuck me, I-I need you inside.”

Larissa’s fingers pressed more firmly now, giving in and providing you with more friction. She slid back inside you, curling her fingers just so as her thumb circled your clit.

“Right there,” you panted out between moans. “Faster.”

Larissa obliged, adjusting her pace as she added a third finger. You teetered on the verge of your orgasm, thrusting your hips up to meet her fingers, thighs twitching. The air between the two of you was charged with electricity, your body tingling from head to toe.

“That’s it my darling,” Larissa cooed, and you let out a low whine, your pussy clenching around her fingers. “You like being called mine?” You felt more than heard Larissa’s low chuckle as you nodded against her. You would be hers in whatever capacity she would allow it, in whatever capacity she wanted or needed you to be.

“You’re doing so well for me,” she murmured. “Can you come for me?” Reaching behind you, you grasped at Larissa’s shoulders to steady yourself as you reached your high, thighs quivering as a string of obscenities dripped from your lips.

Larissa’s left hand was splayed across your stomach, pulling you firmly into her, grounding you as you rode out your climax. Her lips were on your ear, whispering faint praises that were lost on you in the moment, too focused on steadying your breathing.

“You look so ravishing when you come undone like that,” Larissa whispered in your ear as your breathing slowed. You turned your head, fingers twisting into the blonde’s silvery strands to pull her in for a bruising kiss.

She brought her fingers up to her lips, shining with the evidence of your orgasm. Her tongue swirled obscenely around the digits and she let out a guttural moan, immediately pulling you in for another kiss so you could taste yourself on her tongue.

“Fuck, Larissa, I need to taste you.” You watched the grin unfold on Larissa’s face as she dragged you towards the edge of the desk, sitting back in your desk chair - your desk chair, the one you sat in 5 days a week and would surely never see the same way again. She hiked her dress up around her waist, hooking her fingers around the waistband of her white lace panties and dragging them down her legs to reveal her own glistening arousal.

“Come here and take care of me, then,” Larissa husked, and you were off the desk and perched on your knees between her legs within seconds. After pressing alternating kisses up the insides of Larissa’s thighs, you flattened your tongue and dragged it slowly up her cunt.

“Just like that, right there,” Larissa breathed. Your lips closed around her clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves, pleased with the low whine you were able to elicit from the blonde.

She draped her thigh over your shoulder, the tip of her heel digging sharply into your back, a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. Your arms wrapped around her legs to steady yourself, surrounding yourself in Larissa.

“That feels so good, darling,” she moaned as she writhed beneath you, fucking herself on your face. You lapped at Larissa’s core, letting out unrestrained moans as you were finally given the pleasure of being able to taste the woman’s sweet nectar. The heat of her on your tongue only fueled your own carnal desire.

Larissa’s breath hitched in her chest as your tongue dipped into her entrance. “You know exactly how to make me feel good,” she breathed, her hands weaving themselves into your hair, fingernails scratching at your scalp.

You groaned into her pussy, the vibrations drawing heavenly sounds from her throat. Gazing up at her, you were in awe of her blissed out face, eyes screwed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth hanging open. Her cheeks were flushed the most adorable shade of pink and you felt wickedly proud of yourself in that moment to be the one bringing Larissa to the height of her pleasure.

Suddenly, Larissa’s hand pulled at your hair and forced you to still your movements.

Larissa had stilled above you, her attention turned towards the door of your classroom. You strained your ears, unable for a moment to focus on anything but the dizzying sensation of Larissa Weems on your tongue, Larissa’s skin pressed against yours.

But then you heard it, the hallway flooding with students. The musical must be over by now, everyone must be heading out of the auditorium. Would anyone come looking for you? Or for Larissa? Surely no one had even noticed the two of you were gone. Right? In any case, it was too late now.

Your eyes wandered back to the principal, who was gazing down at you with a fresh sense of unadulterated hunger - cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

“Are you going to finish what you started?” Her voice was low and raspy, barely audible above the ruckus of students and staff just outside the door.

You were all too happy to oblige, bringing your tongue back to Larissa’s center. She rolled her hips against your face, pressing her heel firmly into your upper back as her thighs began to twitch around your head.

“Make me come, love,” Larissa whispered, letting out a series of soft, breathy moans. Your gaze traveled up her body and you let out a loud groan when you caught her kneading her breasts, rolling and pinching her clothed nipples between her fingers.

“Shhh,” Larissa cooed softly, “Can you be quiet for me, love? We wouldn’t want anyone catching us.” You whimpered and nodded softly, though from the smirk Larissa was giving you, you were quite sure that she was at least a little bit turned on by the illicit nature of your situation.

“I’m s-so close,” Larissa gasped quietly, and you could tell that she was by the erratic way her hips bucked against your face, the way her heel slipped a little on your back, scratching at your skin, the way her thighs began to tremble, closing around your ears. She was losing her composure, and you were absolutely drunk on the sight.

You flicked and sucked at her clit as she came, her hands weaving themselves back into your hair to push you farther into her center, breath quickening above you. You licked at her core, gladly drinking up every drop of arousal she had to offer as she rode out her high until, finally, her thighs loosened their grip around your head and she sank back into your office chair.

When you looked up at her, she gazed down at you through heavy-lidded eyes, lipstick smudged around her mouth, a blissed-out smile playing on her face. Her hand came to cup your cheek, thumb grazing over your lips before she pulled you up for a kiss, mewling into your mouth as she cleaned her own essence off your chin.

“I suppose we’ll have to wait here until everyone has gone back to their dorms,” you teased as you straddled Larissa’s lap, eager to be as close to her as possible. Larissa hummed in agreement, pressing her forehead against yours.

The two of you breathed in tandem, simply enjoying being in the other’s company as the din in the hallway slowly faded. Larissa’s hands pressed into your back, dipping under the hem of your shirt and pulling you against her while your fingers traced patterns across the freckles on her shoulders.

“You’re stunning, Larissa,” you whispered into the crook of her neck. She craned her head back slightly to peer down at you, a faint hint of amusement glittering in those gorgeous, sapphire eyes.

“I could say the same about you, love,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and pulling you possessively close. “However, as much as I would love to spend the night ravishing you, it is getting a bit uncomfortable here.”

“Hey, you’re the one who ordered these chairs for our classrooms,” you grinned up at her, raising an eyebrow in defiance.

“That was before I realized I’d be fucking you in one, Y/N,” Larissa replied dryly, ushering you off her lap and smoothing her dress. You dressed almost numbly, unable to take your eyes off the blonde for too long, turning her words over in your head.

The two of you made your way to the door of your classroom. “Larissa?”

“Yes?” Her voice was gravelly with desire as she smirked down at you, fingers threading through yours to pull you down the hallway in the direction of her own quarters.

You cleared your throat and quirked your brow, trying to play it cool. “I believe you said something about ‘spending the night ravishing me’?”

“Oh, darling, you didn’t think I was done with you?”

thank you to the bestest writing buddy @afeatherformills for helping me edit this and work out some things!

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #principal weems x reader #clearly choosing little shop as the musical was something so personal to me haha

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cultofdixon · 9 months

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Good Ol’ Dixon Advice

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] | Carl Grimes [ROMANTIC] • He/Him Pronouns • Crushes are weird and Daryl may not have the golden standard advice. But he’ll do his best • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Nightmares / Scars / Messy Confessions / Self Harm Mentioned

Requested by: Anon

“Hey uh…dad? You’ve got a minute?”

Daryl looked up from the bike frame noticing his son standing at the garage door extremely anxious. He stopped what he was doing to give Y/N his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Or I don’t know. I just. Uh….” Y/N tried his best to be blunt about it, but he doesn’t know how Daryl would react to such. So might as well just… “I’m gay”

The archer blankly stared at his kid watching his tense shoulders relax when he shrugged before turning back to the bike frame.

“So? Love who yea want”

“Oh. Okay cool, so how do I do it”

“Huh?” His full attention returned in a split second as Y/N brought himself more into the garage to avoid anyone listening in. Both being paranoid individuals about eavesdroppers even if most aren’t around. “What do you mean ‘how do I do it?’ There’s no handbook to being gay”

“No! I know…like that much. I’m talking—-talking to your crush. Shit like that”

“Language, bud” Daryl scowled, asking for a certain tool for Y/N to grab as he did. If he’s going to be there, he’s going to learn and help with building the bike. “I don’t know how to deal with that that well”

“Seriously? You and Carol aren’t something alre—-“

“Y/N!”

“What! She’s not here! Aaron and Eric aren’t here! NO ONES LISTENING”

“WHOLE TOWN MIGHT AS WELL IF YEA YELLING” Daryl snaps, ultimately regretting it when Y/N retracted as he takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have yelled. But again, I ain’t the best with crushes either. Hell, I only talk to yea most”

“Clearly. But you do grunt for every other sentence” Y/N states listening to him grunt in response, only proving his point.

Daryl handed off the tool for Y/N to put back as it dawned on him. “Who do yea like?”

“Uhhhhh. Not important”

“Y/N, bud…if yea want advice. I might wanna know”

“Or you don’t gotta and still give me advice that you won’t take for yourself and your own crushes”

This kid’s obvious statements is gonna piss Daryl off soon.

“Imma start guessin’ if yea—-“

“Carl!” He snaps hoping to then drop it as he was starting to stress himself out thinking about it. “But it’s like…fuck I don’t know” he got up about to leave the garage but stopped at the exit/entrance.

“Seriously I may cuss a lot. Don’t mean you gotta” Daryl gets up from his seated position, tossing the rag that he wiped his hands with on the work bench watching Y/N tense at the thoughts he was getting. “What’s stopping yea from just saying how yea feel?”

“Don’t you like…gotta know first if they like or don’t like the same gender…”

“Mm. From what I learned growing up, people just take their chances and if they ain’t? You move on”

“There’s nothing to move onto”

“That…sounded bad. But if you have a crush on the kid, then why not take the risk?”

“Cuz there’s also the chance of this Enid girl”

“Have you heard of bisexuals?” Daryl questioning only to receive a glare from Y/N as he held his hands up defensively. “I’ve never seen this Enid girl anyway. Heard of her but not seen her”

“Yeah well she’s on Rick’s good side for the most part. The dude doesn’t know she climbs the walls…and that Carl follows her and I just. Stay in here”

His kid was jealous, he could sense that instantly. But again, he doesn’t know until he just says something.

“Either take the risk or be disappointed, bud” Daryl pats him on the back as Y/N gave him a saddened look.

“I’m scared though”

“It’ll be alright. Whatever happens. It’ll be alright, son”

The next day, Daryl went to talk about such with Rick without his kid knowing that he was doing so. Since to Y/N’s surprise, everyone knew about his crush on the Grimes kid…except the kid himself.

Rick stopped watching a certain someone from the window when he heard the front door open. “Who is it?”

“Were yea expecting someone other than me?” Daryl scoffs shutting the door behind him watching his friend move away from the window. “No seriously. Who were yea expecting?”

“Just doing my job. Keepin’ an eye on people” Rick brought himself into the kitchen to get a bottle ready for Judith as it was almost time for her to wake from her nap. “What’s up, Daryl?”

“It’s about our boys” He says in a calm manner when joining him in the kitchen, but even with the calmness it still lead to worry coming on Rick’s face.

“What happened to our sons? Did Carl fight that Ron kid? Or did Y/N try leavin’ again”

“No to both of those. But it’s mainly about Y/N’s feelings”

Rick froze a moment as he screwed on the bottle cap before letting the confusion continue on his expression.

“Gonna have to explain more”

“Everybody knows Y/N likes your son”

“Okay, who doesn’t like Carl? He’s a great kid”

I’m about to lose my shit Daryl squints trying to read the oblivious expression on his friend’s face. “Rick. Seriously?”

“Seriously what?”

Guess the Grimes have that in common, being fucking clueless to things like love. Daryl wasn’t going to have it and would have to bring this type of conversation up again.

But in the mean time, Y/N was slowly building up the courage to talk to Carl. He climbed over the wall to follow after him wherever he was going and it didn’t take long to find the young Grimes…and what he was doing.

The archer flinched from his spot by the window which was a habit of his, Rick did it for different intentions earlier. He mainly reacted to the front door shutting harshly, immediately noticing Y/N running into the house.

“Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing! The world is a terrible fucking shithole that I don’t want to be apart of” Y/N yells back only for Daryl to get annoyed and ignore the boundary his son has where if he was upset, then Daryl can’t just barge in on the matter he has to approach it gently. But given he almost broke the front door, he wasn’t having it.

“What happened? Seriously. You can’t just shut out and curse”

“Why can’t I just fucking internalize my feelings for a fucking night! I don’t want to talk about it” Y/N snaps about to shut the door to the basement apartment the two stayed in under the Grimes’s residence. But Daryl caught his foot in it.

“Nah. We’re either talking about it or I’m stickin’ with yea until you calm down”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt myself!”

“STOP CURSING” Daryl snaps. “And how do I know you won’t when that’s what yea used to do back in the prison after we found yea”

He didn’t know he knew. But honest? How can you hide something that serious in the apocalypse? Even the old world there would be an anxious aura whenever something as serious as that happened. Or at least Daryl isn’t blind to stuff like that.

“I’m…I’m not gonna do anything…I just wanna stop thinkin’ about it” Y/N frowns pressing his back against the wall and slumping to the floor. “I wish I didn’t see it”

Daryl frowns bringing himself to kneel to his level and not asking, but gave his kid a look to tell him at his own speed.

“Can we just…talk about it in the morning”

“As long as I know you’re not gonna do anythin’, bud.” Daryl sighs. “And that if anythin’ during the night yea come and get me”

“…Okay”

It didn’t take long for the anxiety to consume Daryl during the night. He already has issues sleeping and now this? He didn’t want anything to happen to his kid and given their conversation from the other day…it could only be revolved around that. Or something REALLY bad happened that has nothing to do with it.

But the next morning, without the usual having breakfast with the rest of their group. Y/N leaned up against the wall as Daryl stood in the kitchenette.

“Did yea sleep?”

“No…I should’ve just known” Y/N frowns bringing his attention to his feet. “Like. Why did I even bother trying to build up the courage to tell him if I was just gonna see what I saw”

“You told Carl?”

“No, but I saw him and Enid kiss”

“Oh…oh, I’m sorry kid” Daryl didn’t know what else to say as Y/N didn’t know what he wanted to hear frankly. “Somebody will come”

“Oh like that’s possible”

It is. Given Daryl and Aaron are recruiters and there are other fishes…in this apocalyptic sea. But this was recent and he wanted to feel his feelings in private.

Even if he doesn’t know the other side of the story.

________

The two hide within a tree trunk to avoid walkers and whoever else was outside the walls. Enid brought herself close as Carl tensed slightly when looking her in the eye to try and read what she was instigating.

Then when her lips pressed against his and the sound of shuffling happening, Carl pulled away giving her a confused look.

“Uh”

“Oh. Shit I overstepped”

“No—Well. Yes. Sorry I just…don’t like yea in that way”

“Oh okay…” Enid wasn’t entirely surprised, her being in a similar situation as another where you have to take the risk and either be disappointed never knowing or at least knowing feeling either way. “So…this is a bit awkward”

“Yeah. But like. I care about you and I don’t want this to like. Ruin the chance of being friends”

“It’ll be awkward yea. But no I agree.” Enid reassured him with a smile. “Just friends”

As they exited the tree once the coast was clear, the two started to head back toward the wall they scaled and Enid had to know.

“Who…do you like?”

“Do I have to like someone?”

“No”

“Well I do. I just had to make sure”

Enid rolls her eyes followed by a laugh as Carl drops down beside her. “Imma guess if you don’t say anything”

“I’m not gonna be surprised if you get it on the first guess”

“Oh, so it is Y/N? Cuz that’s who I was thinking of. Ron doesn’t seem like your type…whatever that is”

“Clearly Y/N”

“Right”

________

“Daryl, we need to talk”

The archer is always disturbed when working on his bike and there’s only two people he doesn’t care for the disruption, Rick ain’t one of them.

“I’m busy”

“It’s about our sons”

Daryl sets his tools down giving Rick his undivided attention, noticing the tense expression on his face which lead to his worry but he was better at masking it.

“What happened?”

“Carl just told me he likes your son”

Holy shit Daryl instantly stood to his feet when he heard such and thought how did Rick find this out or what more could’ve happened that didn’t involve either of them. “Okay?”

“Like. Fuck how do I go about this?!”

Oh. Great. “Rick, are you like. Upset by it or—-“

“NO! NO NO NO.” Rick scrambled a bit before taking a deep breath. “No. Just surprised is all. I don’t know what to do about the information I was given”

“Be happy for our kids? But…Uh. Wait. What did Carl tell yea exactly?”

“That he likes both males and femal—“

“About Y/N”

“That he likes Y/N a lot and that he’s been avoiding him. Asking me what he should do but I don’t know!”

Part of Daryl wanted to smack Rick given he has more parenting experience than the archer but he’s this clueless. But another part worried about his kid.

“You’ve seen Y/N today?”

“No, neither has Carl or frankly anybody”

Not like Y/N would go very far since when they first brought him in he was a bit skittish, sure. But as Daryl took him in and the group made him feel like he was a part of something…he never wanted to leave that. He simply has his moments he would rather be alone but he’ll always come back.

And he does.

Daryl waited by the gate for most of the day thinking about the route he’ll take to go find Y/N if he doesn’t come back soon. But when the gates were pushed open, letting said individual in as he was instantly met with a glare.

“Uh. I brought game?” Y/N tried to soften the tension looming as he held up a rabbit that he caught.

“You gotta go talk to Carl”

“Why?” Y/N scoffs carrying his rabbit toward their home as Daryl grabbed his shoulder carefully pulling them back. “What! Why do I have to?! His answer was loud and clear”

“His answer wasn’t loud and clear. You gotta trust me and go talk to Carl.”

“Okay…and what do I get if I do it?”

A boyfriend what fucking else do yea want?! Daryl thought as he knew where Y/N was about to go which made him a tad annoyed.

“You tell Carol.”

“Do I have to go fucking first?”

“No, and language” Y/N grins deviously before tossing the rabbit at him and making his way to the Grimes’ residence but up to where Carl’s room was.

The time from the gate to the door of Carl’s room, made him anxious. He didn’t want to talk about it with him. Didn’t want to be rejected face to face…but right before Y/N knocked on the door, he heard his name being called from the stairs…noticing Carl had gotten home right after he did.

“Oh uh. This is awkward”

“But good. I gotta talk to you”

Huh? Y/N brought himself close but enough for distance even if Carl did take a step forward to break it and some part of Y/N kept him cemented.

“You’ve been avoiding me…and it’s got me thinking about what happened recently with uh. Me and Enid”

“Oh I—“

“I knew someone had ran off in the distance. Too fast to be a Walker or at least we don’t know any variants that can run uh…Just. I knew you saw what you saw”

“Oh…and I’m guessing you’re confirming—-“

“No!…No. it’s not like that at all…I do like Enid. But it was never in that way” Carl started to become a bit bashful as the rise of a pink hue came to his cheeks. “Really never was”

Now Y/N was feeling a bit of the heat rise to his cheeks as he thought this was his window. It is! Just say—-

“I like you”

That left the two to laugh at the unison as Carl instantly brought Y/N into his embrace, feeling him tighten his grasp on the Grimes. The two held onto each other for a while…until the time felt right to take that next step. Even if for the time being it was a kiss on the cheek from Y/N to Carl because they might not know, but the two knew the dads looming on the first floor.

“You think he confessed”

“Yeah they are definitely sucking face right about now if they ain’t talkin’”

“WHAT”

“Calm your tits, Rick. They’re young love let them enjoy themselves…” Daryl starts as it started to get a bit too quiet. “BUT NOT TOO MUCH”

“FUCK OFF DAD” Y/N yells downstairs as that was their cue to leave the two alone for a bit.

Enjoy their happiness for themselves

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #carl grimes fanfiction

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Hi, can I request? The reader confesses his love for Wednesday. But the Reader has never done this, so he asks for advice from Enid, from the Director, also from Eugene (to be honest, this kid is a cinnamon bun). So the Reader gave Wednesday flowers black dahlias. At the end of Wednesday, she smiles gently only for the Reader, and tells her that she is not very pleased (in a good way of course) Thanks!

Accepted

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: request above and other request done privately by the same person. You meet Wednesday’s parents who treat you like the family you never had.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Wednesday x Fem!Reader

Third one shot of the day! I really like this one too and hopefully I satisfied your request! 🖤✨

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“Enid you need to help me right now!” You said bursting in her room to talk to your best friend. The girl was on her bed giving Thing a manicure. “Thing I need your help too” he gave you a thumbs up and you took a deep breath. “So, I went to Eugene, to Xavier, hell even to Weems but no one knows how to help me” Enid looked at you confused, looking at Thing who shrugged, if a hand could do so. “If you tell us what it is you need maybe we could help you” she said, which made you stop. “Right-“ you giggled and you began talking.

“I’ve decided to confess my love to Wednesday-“ you didn’t have time to say something else because Enid was immediately jumping and screaming of happiness in the whole room as she shook you by your shoulders “YOU’RE SERIOUSLY GOING TO? FINALLY IT HAS BEEN AGES SINCE THING AND I HAD A BET ABOUT IT” you looked at them confused but decided to interrupt her reaction “right but I came here to ask you for help, remember?” The blonde girl calmed down and sat back on her bed. “Yeah, yeah sorry. Go ahead”

“So, as I said-“ you were walking in your room but then noticed how Enid was still screaming internally. You shot daggers her way with your eyes and she apologized. “As I said, I want to confess my love to her but I don’t know how to. I mean I have the concept in my head I just don’t know how to put the words in a senses sentence. And how do I tell her? I mean, do I have to set up something romantic or something creepy or… should I bring flowers? I’m going out of my head figuring out what to do and since you’re her roommate you must know what she likes, right?”

“Well this is more complicated than we thought” enid said looking at thing, who started “talking” to Enid with his fingers “what is he saying?” You asked Enid Who only kept looking at him before speaking. “He says you should do it in the forest, it’s her favorite place. Bring flowers, Black Dahlias. If you have to make a speech don’t make it too sweet or sloppy because we both know she doesn’t like it but at the same time you have to make her understand what you mean. You could uhm… use creepy paragons, maybe she’ll like them. She’ll probably reply telling you that love is unnecessary but eventually she’ll make them understand that she loves you. Easy, right?” Enid gulped, realizing it herself that this was not going to be something so easy to do.

“Yeah… easy.” You joked to yourself. So you started preparing your speech, but being the sweet girl you were, there was no way that you would write creepy paragons. Well you tried to, but you knew for sure that they would suck. However you told Wednesday to meet for the golden hour in the forest, at her favorite spot. At around 5 pm you were both there, Wednesday looking around for you until you showed up, hands behind your back. “Hi Wednesday” you said with a smile. As you got closer to her you gulped nervously and handed her the flowers, she looked at you confused.

“What is this about?” She asked you and you took a deep breath to calm down. “Wednesday Addams… I have been in wanting to tell you this for a log time…” ‘wow, this sounds like a wedding proposal’ you thought to yourself. “I have been feeling stuff, I have been getting very nervous around you recently and I think you noticed that, but there’s a reason behind that… well I uh- no wait this is not-“ you started struggling to talk and she looked at you. Her eyes weren’t urging you to continue so you took a deep breath and started talking again. “I have been feeling nervous around you and there’s a reason. The reason is, I would do everything for you. I’d dig up a body for you, I’d kill somebody for you to make an autopsy. I would find you something to torture.” She looked at you, her eyes softening.

“I would do everything I could if it meant having you by my side. All I know is that I when I think of the future I only see it with you. I imagine myself waking up in our bed with you by my side. I know this is too sweet for you but it is what it is. I just love you too much to just keep this for myself.” After you finished the speech, it was quiet. The only sounds you could hear were the wind between the trees and leaves flying around. You were so scared you did or said something wrong, but Wednesday’s body language wasn’t sending you bad signals. Her shoulders were relaxed and so were her jaw and her hands. You saw a small blush appear on her cheeks, and that somehow gave you a sense of security.

“You’ll get over it” she said looking at the flowers, avoiding to look at you knowing that her eyes conveyed so many emotions. “Enid and Thing knew you’d say that.” You said with a smile as you walked closer to her. She didn’t pull away even though you were so close to her and she was still as relaxed. “I’m serious Wednesday…” you lowered your voice tone, almost whispering. “I’d do and give anything if it meant being with you. I’ll even wait for you if you’re not ready for a relationship. I’ll always wait for you” you smiled at her as you began pulling back from her.

She got on her toes and grabbed you by your arm, making you turn around. this is the closest you two had ever been. She looked at you deep in your eyes as you didn’t know what you had to do then. Then suddenly she got on her toes and brought you close to her, pressing her lips on yours. You hesitantly brought your hands up to her cheek gently caressing them. She then nipped at your lips asking for access in your mouth, you gave it to her and you two deepened the kiss, with you eventually smiling in the kiss until the shorter girl pulled back, foreheads touching as she smiled at you.

“You should smile more” you whispered as you leaned in for a slow tender kiss once again.

———

Eventually parents week came. You always hated this period of the semester and you always will hate it. Everyone would get to see their parents, everyone but you. You always had a bad relationship with your parents. They hated you and at the first chance they got, they disowned you. This happened when you were pretty young, so you never had good parent figures in your life. That’s why you always stayed in your room at parents week. You obviously respected everyone else, she didn’t hate them. But she was jealous. She never had a nice childhood, she never received love from her parents.

“(Y/N), you can’t stay in your room for the whole week” Wednesday started for the 100th time that day. “My parents would like to meet you” she said, trying to convince you “Wednesday I already told you I do not want to and you know why! There will be other chances to meet them, and I don’t want it to be today because I’m clearly not comfortable being around everyone’s parents.” Wednesday sighed and walked close to you, she was trying to understand how you were feeling but it was kind of hard for her. “They know everything. They promised me not to make you feel uncomfortable. Come on (Y/N), do it for me” Wednesday was almost begging you at this point, but all you wanted was to see your girlfriend happy so you obliged.

You were soon walking in the quad with Wednesday. She tried reassuring you as best as she could but knowing how Wednesday is, you knew she would be making creepy comments. As soon as her parents saw you they walked over. “Why hello there. You must be my daughter’s sweetheart right?” You nodded at the woman nervously, as you were all tensed up, and she noticed that. “I’m Morticia. I hope we get to know each other these days” she said, holding her hand out. “I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you too” you said hinting a very fake, uncomfortable smile as you shook her hand in response.

Then y’all went to lunch and you were sitting between Morticia and Wednesday. It felt weird to you how they would still act normally even with you around, it felt weird how they already treated you like family. Gomez, being the gentleman he was would even pour you the water. Pugsley would talk to you as if you were his older sister and Morticia was asking you all kinds of stuff about school. They treated you like a normal family would.

You never had that, and just now you realized how good it felt, but at the same time you realized how much in life you had missed on, just because your parents hated you. If they hated you why did they have you in the first place? This has always been your question. Tears began forming in your eyes as you looked down at your plate, trying to prevent them from dropping on your food, but you betrayed yourself when you sniffled.

“(Y/N) dear, why are you crying?” The woman next to you asked, also making Wednesday turn around to look at you worriedly. “U-Uhm… I’m not crying it’s just allergies” you wiped your eyes but it was clear that it wasn’t allergies. “Are you sure dear? Do you need anything-“ before the woman continued you got up and apologized before walking just outside the door of the backyard. You tried to calm down until you heard Wednesday come to you “what’s wrong?” She asked as she got close to you. Hell she’d caress your cheeks if other people weren’t around “I know it’s not just allergie” Wednesday said as she walked closer to you.

“You see me as weak right? You think that I’m weak for crying over something I never had. You have this every day Nes, you’re used to this. I’m not so please don’t bother with your comments. I told you I had to stay in my room because it would have been better if I stayed on my room” you said and looked away from her, wiping your eyes as then Morticia showed up, having heard everything she got closer to you “my dear…” she said and put a hand on your cheek, gently caressing it and wiping your tear. You were hesitant at first but let her d. “You are perfect for our family, you’re perfect for my daughter.” You leaned in for the touch, this only making the woman melt even more.

“If you let us be your family we can help you recover. My husband can teach you how to fence, I can teach you about plants and Pugsley can teach you how to fish his own way. If only you trust us, you will never be betrayed again. We stick together until the end of times” she smiled again and you hugged her.

This was when you finally realized you had a family.

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lllivia · 1 year

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Happy birthday, cara mia

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

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You were sitting at the weathervane cafe with Wednesday as usual, doing your homework. "Shit I'm kinda hungry, I'm gonna go buy a sandwich, do you want something?" you said getting up and almost tripping from a biology paper you lost on the floor. Looking up in amusement Wednesday rolled her eyes at your little sqeal "no thank you, I'll stick to my coffee".

Blushing slightly in embarrassment you walked over to the counter where Tyler was standing ready to take your order "Hi Y/N what can I get for you?" You looked through the glass counter for a second before choosing. "Hmm I'll take an avocado sandwich"

Walking back to your seat with your sandwich, some hot chocolate and a slice of red velvet cake you looked happily at Wednesday "Tyler gave me this for free since my birthday is coming up! He's so nice" Wednesday's eyes flickered up to yours fast after hearing that. "Birthday? You didn't tell me it was your birthday?" Trying to hide her panic, her mind flew rapidly across what she could do for you. "I didn't? Huh must of slipped my mind, I don't really do much for my birthday usually" munching on your cake you grinned at her wide eyes.

"I got to go, I think I just figured something out about the murders" Wednesday said quickly getting up and packing her things, hoping you'd believe her lie. "oh alright, want me to help you?" You asked setting your fork down slightly disappointed that she was leaving this soon. "No, I have to do this alone, I'll come by your dorm tonight"

Rushing into her dorm Wednesday slammed the door behind her, scaring Enid that missed her nail and got light blue nail polish all over her her hand instead. "HOLY SHIT WEDNESDAY, YOU CAN'T JUST COME IN LIKE THAT" Standing up ready to argue she noticed how the girl on the dark side of the room seemed occupied by something. "If I remember right Enid this is a shared dorm" rolling her eyes Enid skipped over to her roommate. "Soooo watcha doing, I thought you were on a date with Y/N?" She asked standing behind her as she was looking for paper on her desk "I was, before Y/N told me unbelievably late that her birthday is in a couple of days... And I want to do something nice for her. can you maybe.. Help me?"

Enid stood still as a statue for about a second before "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OMG WEDNESDAY ADDAMS JUST ASKED FOR MY PARTY ADVICE" flinching slightly at Enid's scream she merely looked at her amused. "So are you going to help me or not, because if you aren't I can get Thing to help instead"

Later that evening Wednesday and Enid had already put up a big board of ideas, not noticing how late it actually was before now Wednesday glanced over the board once again before walking over to the door "where are you going, I thought we were working on ideas?" Enid said confused, turning away from her so called 'masterpiece'. "I'm sleeping in Y/N's dorm tonight, she wanted to watch some movie called 'Harry Potter' about some imaginary wizarding world or something"

The next day she was up and going before you even woke up, it was the day before your birthday and she was rushing to find the perfect gift that you'd enjoy.

After walking through the small town in circles for at least an hour she finally spotted the perfect gift - a beautiful ring with a blue/grey crystal on display in the window of Uriah's heap. Walking in she immediately asked the lady at the counter to get it for her not caring about how expensive it was seeing it was for the love of her life.

Proudly walking back to her dorm she was almost ready for her girlfriends special day, secretly excited to see her reaction to what she had prepared. Closing the door behind her she walked over to her desk, ignoring Enid's grinning face that was awing at her. Packing the ring up neatly in some black silk paper she almost smiled. The day was starting to slip by so she decided it was finally time to go to your dorm to sleep.

The sun shining bright outside woke you up as you reached out trying to find Wednesday's resting body next to yours, only to find a cold empty space next to you, feeling sad you got up. Even though you didn't really care for your birthday you still hoped that Wednesday would at least wake up next to you. After getting dressed in your normal school attire you were about to leave your dorm when you saw a note laying folded on your desk.

"Meet me at weathervane at 11:00 - W. A."

Cursing to yourself you realized that it was already 10:32 and you didn't have much time to get there. Almost running outside you bumped into Enid "fuck- OH- HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N" Enid yelled unnecessarily loud causing people to turn around to stare, not really caring Enid grabbed both of your hands and spun you around squealing. "Enid, Enid- I'm going to throw up if you continue to spin me around" you laugh at your best friends behavior. "I'm just so excited, it's your special day after all cutie!!" She said and hugged you tightly, closing your eyes you hugged her back loving your friends kindness.

Walking into weathervane your eyes scanned the shop for your goth girlfriend, immediately spotting her sitting there with a big bouquet of roses, you smile widely at how adorable she looked with her freckles being more noticeable in the sunshine. Sitting down in front of her you gazed over the table, where there was every kind of cake from the cafe in front of you. "What's all this for Wens?" You asked curiously "well I wasn't really sure what cake you would prefer, so, I bought them all." Wednesday said in her deadpan voice, rolling her eyes at you like it was obvious, blushing you looked away, not used to this kind of treatment from any of your other former partners. "Also here, Enid said it would be romantic to give you these flowers" she said giving the gorgeous flowers to you. "Thank you so much Wednesday, I love them, and I love you, I really wasn't expecting something like this, thank you" you pecked her dark lips "of course, I would do anything to see you happy dolcezza" she responded smiling slightly - something she would almost only do with you.

"I'm sorry Y/N but I have something I got to do" Wednesday said in her most apologetic voice grabbing your hand. "Oh, alright, are you still going to be sleeping in my dorm tonight?" You said somberly looking down at the table "of course my love, I'll see you later" Wednesday said before getting up and leaving the cafe, again leaving you alone to your thoughts.

Finally back in your dorm you sighed getting a vase and filling it up with water from your bathroom, you went back over to your desk before putting the vase there with the flowers in it. Finding a good book on the shelf that occupied most of your wall you sat down on your bed and relaxed, trying not to be suspicious of what Wednesday was doing.

The clock was nearing 04:00 pm when you finally heard a knock on your door, but as soon as you opened the door, Thing rushed inside, signing as fast as he could. "Hold on Thing, you're going to fast, I literally can't understand a word you're saying" you said worried by the urgency. "Wednesday, hurt - woods - dorm Wednesday got hurt by the monster in the woods and now she's back in her dorm??!" You said now ready to run out to get her as thing nodded, putting on your shoes you hurried over to Wednesday's shared dorm where you knocked forcefully entering without getting any response.

"SURPRISEEEE"

The multiple people in the room shouted, everyone wearing colorful party hats - even Wednesday, who was weirdly sporting a big crooked smile on her face. "Happy birthday again Y/N!!!" Enid came up first handing you her gift. Opening the glittery bag up you noticed it was a bright pink sweater with a dog print wearing sunglasses on, kinda confused you thanked her profusely before walking over and saying hi to the other guests, Eugene had gotten you three glasses of honey from his hive and Ajax had gotten you one of those weird stuffed rats from Uriah's heap as a joke, when you finally got to Wednesday she was holding a small package in her hand. "This is for you my love" you took her gift gently and opened the wrapping paper, gasping you looked at the beautiful ring before looking up at Wednesday, the look of love being all over your face. "Thank you so much Wens, this is the best birthday I've ever had, also, if you ever scare me by saying you're hurt again I will kill you." You said glaring a bit at the end of your sentence, taking the ring from you Wednesday put it on your finger, a sadistic smirk playing on her lips "I had to surprise you somehow, happy birthday, cara mia"

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liminal-space-lesbian · 9 months

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Loser II

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Summary: You try to take some time apart from Enid to sort through your feelings and maybe get over your crush. After all, Enid was happy in her relationship. Right?

Warnings: swearing, confessions, crying, anxiety attack, angst

Words: 2,276

Part One // Part Three // Part Four

You tried to follow Yoko's advice, truly. However, Enid was ever present in your thoughts. Just at the edges of your mind during your classes, floating to the forefront of your mind when you tried to sleep at night. You tried to stop thinking about her, but every time you saw her in the halls your heart would skip a beat, your eyes would linger on her. You avoided her to the best of your ability and it helped a bit. The ache in your chest was reminder enough though.

Perhaps your avoidance of her attributed to the fact you were oblivious to her and Ajax's growing relationship conflicts. He was being his usual oblivious self and it was making Enid feel uncared for; unloved. His excuse of "not knowing" Enid didn't wear silver jewelry, that she didn't like roses, or that she hated dark chocolate only held up for so long. After they'd been dating for so long Enid got sick of reminding him. These were simple things you were supposed to remember about somebody, especially somebody you were supposed to love.

She kept telling him how his actions made her feel, so he'd apologize and promise to do better. She'd be placated for a while, Ajax's behavior improving for a week or so until he'd simply go back to his old ways. He was too preoccupied with getting high with his friends and playing hooky to put the adequate amount of effort into his relationship. To him, it was just casual dating.

Eventually Enid got fed up and broke up with him, spending the next few days crying to Yoko, eating icecream, and watching reruns of Glee. You were oblivious to this for nearly a week, too busy moping and self isolating in hopes you'd get over Enid to even notice.

That is, until you were hanging out with Yoko by the lake and studying, when she casually mentioned how she felt bad for Enid, but was happy to see her feeling better.

"What? What's going on with Enid?" You asked, worry sparking in your stomach at the thought of something bad happening to Enid or possibly one of her family members. Yoko gave you a side eye, looking suspicious.

"You don't know? I'm shocked, I thought you'd throw a party at the news." She said drily as she lowered her sunglasses to eye you with an unimpressed look.

"What?" You pressed, leaning forward, growing nervous at how she was acting. 'Why would I be excited over something that was hurting Enid? Unless...' You felt a flicker of hope somewhere deep in your chest.

"Enid broke up with Ajax last week. She got sick of him flaking on her and not paying attention to her interests." Yoko said with a dismissive wave, leaning back against the trunk of an oak tree as she looked back down at her book.

"What?" You nearly shouted in shock, your heart feeling as if it stopped entirely in your chest at the news. You were elated, but a feeling of guilt and something else settled in your stomach. Yes you were excited at the aspect of being able to actually date Enid, however some part of you felt guilty. You were practically praying on her relationships downfall, and even though now you have the chance to treat her the way she deserves, it is also painful to break up with someone. You'd never wish pain upon Enid, despite all your complaints about their relationship before.

Also, a feeling of something akin to disgust rose within you. You felt... predatory for your thoughts. You were such a loser- such a creep- for waiting on Enid's breakup to try and sweep her off of her feet. It made you feel gross and dirty.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't know? Y'know, with your whole obsession with her and all. How did you really not know?" Yoko inquires, shooting you a curious look. You shrugged, looking down at your hands that were absentmindedly plucking grass.

"I mean, I was taking your advice and trying to distance myself from her, so I've been kinda... avoiding her? I mean I was trying to get over her I guess." You say lamely, shrugging halfheartedly as you lean back on your palms and look up at the leaves above your head.

"And how is that going?" Yoko asked sarcastically. You shot her a glare before sighing, blushing slightly.

"No luck. It's like she owns my thoughts or something." You say, slightly irritated at Enid's hold on you, even though she didn't have the slightest romantic inclination towards you.

"Hm... Well now's your chance I guess." Yoko said simply, raising her eyebrows as she continued looking down at her book. You shot her a look.

"C'mon you know that's not fair. I'm not gonna just swoop in like a vulture the second she breaks up with him. Plus it's not healthy to jump from one relationship to another, she should take some time to herself to get over it first." You say quietly as you begin braiding blades of grass together.

"You're right, but even if you're not pursuing a relationship with her she still needs support right now. She isn't dumb, she's noticed you avoiding her." Your heart dropped in your chest at her words, anxiety flooding your system, "If there's any time she needs a friend it's now." Yoko finishes, giving you a pointed look. Another flash of guilt swamped your system. 'I'm such a dick. Of course she'd notice I'm avoiding her! And when she's going through a breakup too? That's when she needs friends most, and I'm just absent because I can't handle my stupid crush?' You mentally berate yourself.

"You're right, I've been an asshole. I'm gonna talk to her." You say, more to yourself than to Yoko as you get to your feet and brush off your clothes, picking up your bag.

"Goodluck." Yoko says with a dismissive wave, a small smile curving at her lips as you head towards Enid's dorm. Your pace was quick and you felt anxiety flood your veins as you walked. Should you get her a gift of some sort? Is that creepy? Would it seem weird to just show up out of nowhere? Your anxious thoughts came to a halt when you realized you were stood outside of Enid's dorm. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, taking a deep breath before knocking.

A few moments later Enid was opening the door, a look of surprise briefly gracing her features. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks were shiny from old tears; it was obvious she had been crying. You felt guilty for thinking she looked so pretty, her eyelashes damp with as her blue eyes glittered with unshed tears.

"Oh, hi." She said awkardly, looking a bit hesitant at your sudden appearance after avoiding her for the past few weeks.

"Uh- hi. I heard about," you paused, swallowing nervously, "I heard about you and Ajax. I just came to say I'm really sorry. I know you thought he was gonna be the one, and I know breakups are tough. Just- if you need me for anything I'm here." You say, your tone slightly shaky with nerves, but earnest nonetheless. Enid stared at you a moment before stepping back and inviting you into her dorm.

"Thank you... you can come in. I kinda just- I could use somebody to talk to I guess." Enid murmurs, her tone uncharacteristically quiet. Your heart ached to see her so down. You followed her into the dorm and hesitantly sat on the edge of her bed. She crawled back under the covers, hugging a stuffed bear to her chest as she sniffled.

"I just don't get why he couldn't just listen. I'd tell him stuff he did bothered me or made me feel like he didn't care but he'd just keep doing it. It's not like I was asking for a lot, right?" Enid asked softly, her tone uncertain as she wipes her eyes and glances down at you. You scoot closer to her, absentmindedly brushing a damp piece of hair off her cheek. Your fingers brushed hers and she quickly grasped your hand in hers. You fought the way your pulse raced, stamping down on butterflies. You knew Enid was touchy with everyone, you weren't special.

"No, of course not. It's not a lot to ask to want your boyfriend to listen to you, and care about you, and care to learn your interests." You reassure her, squeezing her hand as she blinked up at you. She nodded slightly, her gaze drifting off to the side once more.

"You're right." She whispered, the room lapsing into a comfortable silence as you sat next to her, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb. Part of you felt gross, like you were somehow taking advantage of the situation by holding her hand and feeling a flutter in your chest. As if you were preying on her moment of weakness to grant yourself some satisfaction from physical touch. Guilt gnawed at you as you looked down at her, wondering if you even being here was somehow wrong.

"Why were you avoiding me?" Enid asks in a small voice, her eyes peeking up at you over the edge of her comforter. You blinked at her, taken aback by her words. You honestly didn't think she would even notice your absence. You never felt as if she really even saw you.

"I wasn't-" You began, but as your eyes met her glossy, vulnerable gaze you let out a resigned sigh. "I was just... I was struggling with something and I needed some space." You say, trying to be as vague as possible. Enid's brow furrowed as she sat up, bringing her body closer to yours, causing you to feel a blush rise to your ears as you ignored the way your stomach swooped.

"What do you mean? Is everything okay?" She asked, and you felt crushing guilt at the way she looked at you. 'What type of person am I? Making her feel bad for me when she's the one going through a breakup? I ignore her and then show up at her dorm demanding her comfort?' You mentally berated yourself, swallowing nervously as you looked at your lap.

"Yeah! No, don't even worry about me it's actually really stupid. I'm sorry for just kinda ghosting you like that. You don't deserve it." You mumble, your gaze meeting hers for a moment before you were forced to look away, her gaze too intense. "I would have come sooner if I had known about what happened with you and Ajax, but Yoko just told me today so... I came as soon as I knew." You whispered, feeling shame burn at your ears.

"I mean, it's not stupid if it's bothering you so much." Enid says, her voice gentle as she takes your free hand in hers, running her thumb over the backs of them. You felt guilt crush your insides. Enid was so good. She was so warm and soft and loving and you didn't deserve her kindness. After you spend days and nights praying on her relationships downfall just so you'd get a chance. If she knew she surely wouldn't want to even talk to you anymore.

"It's- It's really selfish of me." You whispered, your heart racing as you realized you might confess to her right now. It'd be the worst timing, with her fresh out of a relationship. You'd seem like such a predator, waiting to pounce the second she was single again. Which you suppose is what you are, so why not enlighten her and let her make the decision herself?

"I just... Seeing you and Ajax together was... hard for me. It was really getting to me so I needed to take some time away to try and... sort through my feelings." You manage to choke out, heart pounding as you stare firmly at Enid's comforter. There's a tense silence as Enid's hands still in yours.

"Did you- do you like Ajax?" She asks, sounding confused and slightly hurt. Your gaze snaps to hers in panic as she pulls her hands out of yours.

"No! No I do not like Ajax. Quite the opposite really." You blurt out, giving a nervous chuckle as you desperately search her gaze, trying to convey that you did not have feelings for her ex boyfriend. Her brows furrowed in confusion for a moment.

"Then what-" It was like a switch flipped in her mind as her eyes widened and her jaw slackened in surprise. "Oh." Was all she said, blinking owlishly at you. You gulped, unable to read her expression.

"I know- I'm sorry. I can't help it, I tried getting over it and just ignoring it but seeing you with him and seeing the way he was treating you- God this makes me sound like such an asshole." You blurt out, your pulse racing so fast you felt lightheaded. You stand up, heading towards the door, your mind spinning as you can only imagine what she thinks of you now.

"I'm sorry- I'll just go. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even come here. I didn't mean to- I just-" You stammer as you fumble with the doorknob.

"Wait-" Enid tries, standing up to head after you but you cut her off.

"I'm sorry, just forget about it." You say, opening the door and leaving her dorm, shutting the door behind you as you practically run to Yoko's room.

#enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday tv series

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kayesfictioncharactershusbands · 1 year

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Sweet Admirer Kent X Reader

Request: I got super excited when I saw that you write for Kent too ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠) I was hoping that maybe you could write a fanfic about kent x reader where the reader is too shy to confess her feelings for Kent so she gives him gifts anonymously.For example when she sees he got a black eye she sends him an ointment for the eye, some sweets and a card that says that she hopes he gets well soon and signs as "your secret admirer" ( I am sorry these explanation is too long)

Summary: Having a crush on somebody and also being shy about it is really annoying. So, Y/N finding a way to give her crush some ways to make him feel better is great, right? Since he would not know? Right?

Note: Finals are done, so I am writing all the request imagines and also would eventually write my own. So here it is! Hope you would like this one!

GIF by nowadayz

(not my gif)

Let's admit it when you have a crush on a person you tend to be a bit boy-crazy like any ordinary teenage girls do. And right now, you are making an ointment for a certain siren boy. One perk of being related to an enchantress who knows a lot of healing potions and spells, you know how to make one. You get it ready and put a bow on it, with a note that says:

' Use this so that your eyes will heal :)'

-your secret admirer

You left your room and lookeda around the halls and went to the boys dorm, see you're not a stalker, you just happen to know where his dorm is. He shares it with Ajax which is one of your friends. You left the ointment with a note with it.

The next day you have a class with the cute siren boy and saw him talking to his sister. " Divina I swear this ointment works, someone left it on my door yesterday. With a note, but I did know not who it was from. " You heard him say it while you were writing some notes in your notebook.

" A note? What does it say?" Bianca asks him and you were still listening, that you didn't even notice Enid and Wednesday sitting down next to you.

" Here," Kent then showed it to them in which you bit your pen because you were nervous.

"Why are you biting your pen, Y/N?" Enid asked you but you did not say anything.

" Hello! Earth to Y/N?" Enid asked you again while she waves her hand to your face, which made you blink and looked at her. You put down your pen in your notebook and looked at her.

" Oh, hi Enid, Wednesday." You greeted them and smiled at them.

When Ms. Thornhill arrived the class started, and you were also thinking about giving Kent something, and then you thought of something.

Usually, the sirens tend to spend their time at the lake. Or the quad. You also noticed how Kent always just sat and just listening. You don't even know if Divina or Yoko or even Bianca knows your handwriting so, you know they don't suspect a thing.

All the outcasts were tasked to do what they are supposed to do on the outreach day. You gave Kent a scarf that you handmade, yourself. Since it is cold, you gave him one.

With a note that says:

I know you might be cold on the outreach day, so I hope you would wear this

- your secret admirer :)

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Of course, you left it outside his dorm. So when the outreach day came, you saw him wearing the scarf.

" You're not good at hiding your smile Y/N, I know that you are the one who gave that scarf to that siren." You turned to where Wednesday.

" How did you know?" You ask her with nervousness in your tone.

" Thing accidentally saw you, and thing told me. If you like him, you do not have to be shy, I hate to say and gave a piece of advice especially if it is about relationships. You are a great enchantress and also helped me. Be brave, and tell him." Those words from Wednesday gave you encouragement.

After all, she was right. You had been giving Kent gifts, the ointment was not the first one that you had been giving Kent. You have some sweet letters before t encourage him when the exams were coming up.

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The upcoming Rave'n dance was getting nearer, and no one asked you out. Or you didn't ask anyone out.

You were at the quad, just doing your homework when you felt someone sitting next to you.

" So, what ya doing there?" You heard someone says and that made you drop your pen because of the voice.

And so you stood up and get your pen but the both of you get down to get the pen. But your heads got bumped into each other because both of you get the pen, and your hand was on top of his. And your head also bumped into each other.

" Ouch!" You both said at the same time, and when you heard the voice again your eyes went wide.

" Ke- Kent? I - um are you OK?" You stuttered and immediately picked up your pen and stood up. He also stood up properly.

" Yeah, I'm fine how about - wait that's your handwriting?" Kent cut himself off as soon as he saw your handwriting, and without hesitation, you picked up your book and were about to leave.

But he was quick and held your wrist to stop you from walking away.

" It was you," Kent said without hesitation. While you were getting nervous because he noticed your handwriting.

" Wha - what? Wha - what m- me?" You stuttered again and you also want to leave now. You feel very embarrassed because he might make fun of you.

" You were the one who gave me the ointment with the note that says secret admirer, the scarf too. And the notes before. It was you, right?" Kent again asks you but his voice really sounds desperate.

Because you might not know this, but he really appreciates those gifts and notes. He never experienced anyone making those efforts into making him

You sighed and looked down.

"Yes, it was me. And if you think it was weird or anything I'll stop." You told him and he then let go of your wrist. He smiled at your confession.

" I actually don't think it was annoying, it was actually cute. You made me smile, and also your ointment helped my eyes. And that scarf, was really cute, especially with those notes. So, don't think like that my sweet admirer." You looked up at him since he is taller than you.

He put his hand on your chin and that made your heart flutter. And also made you blush because of what he said.

" Re - really?" You stutter again I mean who wouldn't? Your crush found out that you were his secret admirer and he called you sweet.

" Yes, Y/N. " And that made you again shocked, he knows your name?

" How did you know my name?" You ask him he then chuckles.

" I just read your name on your notebook," Kent said and point to your notebook and that made you silently want to cuss because you wrote your name on your notebook.

" Oh, right." You said and awkwardly laughed.

"Anyway, since I just found out that my secret admirer is. I want to know about you more. So, um, would go to the RaVe'N dance with me?" Kent asks you. Now you really want to scream.

Your crush just ask you to be his date. And that made you blush.

" I - um ye - yes." You answered him. And that the both of you smiled. Well, I guess giving someone some gifts and notes really has some perks. And now you're going to the dance with your crush.

#kent fisher x reader #kent x reader #kent siren x reader

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Hi! Could you write about a Wednesday x oblivious!reader, with reader working on Whethervane with Tyler and Xavier during Outreach day, please? Tyler and Xavier bickering about liking Wednesday and who is most likely to actually end up with her. They both have an idea on trying to get advice from reader, as they're both friends, the three of them not knowing Wednesday and reader like each other.

I'm not dead! My nieces just gave me TWO strains of the flu so I'm fighting like my life depends on it 😅

is it me?

Ah, Outreach Day. The most useless day of the year, although Enid always seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it's because she got to act all cutesy with Ajax now that she always "miraculously" ended up partnered with him. At least she was cute, you would give her that.

You, on the other hand, were tying your apron at the Weathervane with Xavier and Tyler. The little Cafe was pretty nice, always a frequent haunt of yours and Wednesday's, but working with those two? It would be enough to drive anyone mad and Wednesday had agreed. Yet you still noticed her fail to bite back the little smile when you had complained about it on the ride over.

But there you were, back in the present and stuck with Dumb and Dumber. Okay, maybe you didn't need to be quite so mean, they really weren't that bad. They were just insufferable when it came to the topic of Wednesday.

Who was always the topic of conversation with those two.

"She wouldn't go for some normie," Xavier said as he struggled to get the espresso machine working. Again.

"And she wouldn't go for some art school dropout," Tyler shot back, hiding it behind a smile as another customer came to the counter.

"You two are ridiculous," you whisper-shouted to them. "Just ask her yourselves."

They started a hushed argument, and you rolled your eyes before grabbing the quad you had managed to make before Xavier (you) broke the machine. A quad for your special girl. Friend. Your special friend. No, that wasn't any better, just a friend. Great, now you sounded like an idiot and you weren't even talking.

You nearly tripped over your own feet once you finally approached the table Wednesday was sitting at. It shouldn't have been a surprise that she was ditching Outreach Day; you would've done the same if you hadn't been paired with Xavier. Small manicured fingers followed the words on the pages of her book and you let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't seen you trip.

"On the house," you said softly so as not to startle her. Not that she would have startled anyway, but it was a habit.

"Does Tyler know?" Wednesday asked without looking up.

"Course not," you said with a shrug and a *clink* as you set the mug down. "What are they gonna do, fire me?"

At that Wednesday did look up and you froze. Froze because shit, she was looking at you and now you couldn't even think of words. Why was she looking at you like that? She needed to get her murder face back on before you internally combusted.

"Better get back to it," you chuckled and pointed your thumb back to the counter.

Spinning on your heels, you started walking back. And immediately hit your hip on the corner of a table. You let out a whispered “fuck” as you stumbled and regained your footing. There would be a bruise tomorrow, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Wednesday Addams had gotten front row access to watching you make a complete and utter fool of yourself.

“I’m okay,” you said quickly as you turned to give a half-hearted wave at Wednesday. It didn’t seem like she cared; she was looking at you like you were some special kind of stupid.

And she was probably right because you walked backwards into another table.

Tyler and Xavier were snickering when you got back behind the counter. Along with every other person in the cafe, they had seen you embarrass yourself not once, but twice within the span of a minute. You slapped them both on the backs of their heads before shoving them out of the way and taking a few more orders.

“She’s looking at me,” Tyler said in the dreamiest voice he could muster. Who was he trying to fool? Neither you nor Xavier were buying it.

“Probably because you have coffee on your face,” Xavier shot back without hesitation. You felt yourself smile; this was going to be a fun Outreach Day.

“You’re close friends with her, right?” Tyler asked, and both you and Xavier looked up from what you were doing.

“Me?” You asked incredulously, and he nodded. “Well, yeah I guess.”

“Give us some advice then,” Tyler said with a shrug, causing Xavier to stand up straighter and pay more attention. “Gives us an even playing ground.”

An even playing ground. For them, not for you. Right. This whole stupid argument was about them winning over Wednesday, it had nothing to do with you. The coil in your stomach twisted tighter until you wanted to double over, but you stood your ground. You and Wednesday were friends and that was that.

“Why would I help you both try to win over Wednesday?” You asked with a nervous chuckle that you hoped hid your own thoughts.

“Because what else do you have to do today?” Xavier butted in.

You sighed and turned your gaze to where Wednesday was still sitting. Her nose was still buried in her book and her quad was nearly finished, and she looked just as stunning as always. Oh if only she knew the emotion turmoil she caused by simply existing. With a single lick of your bottom lip, you turned back to face your fellow imbeciles.

“She likes all things spooky and creepy,” you said as you leaned back against the counter and crossed your arms. “Think cemeteries, morgues, maybe abandoned buildings.”

“You sure?” Xavier asked. “Cemeteries?”

“Scared, Thorpe?” Tyler shot back with an obnoxious smirk.

“Boys,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes. “Do you want to continue bickering like children, or do you want more advice?”

That shut them up quickly. You ushered them back to their jobs as you started working on the espresso machine that they still hadn’t fixed. They asked question after question as you all worked diligently, your eyes focused on the machine while they handled the customers. It was almost endearing, you thought, to bond over someone that you all had a crush on.

Not that anyone else knew about your crush, but that didn’t matter.

“All set,” you said to yourself as you patted the espresso machine fondly. Thank god Wednesday had taught you how to read enough Italian to fix it.

“Shit, here she comes.”

All three of you stood up quickly, ignoring the numerous things that you knocked over in the process. Another mess to clean, you thought with a grimace as you did your best to ignore it for the time being. It was the last thing on your mind when you finally saw Wednesday walking toward the counter, her eyes glued on… well, you didn’t really know who she was looking at.

“Can I get you something?” Tyler asked as he did his best to lean against the counter in a seductive way. It wasn’t working.

“You can all stop plotting,” Wednesday said simply. Tyler and Xavier froze in their spots; you bit your lip and turned your head so they wouldn’t see you trying not to laugh.

“What-”

‘-We’re not-”

“-It’s obvious and beneath you,” she continued. “You’re not nearly as quiet as you think you are.”

“Then give us a reason to stop,” Xavier cut in. “Which one of us do you like?”

You didn’t want to see who she was looking at as the silence started suffocating you. It didn’t matter which one of the boys she was looking at because it would break your heart anyway. But curiosity did kill the cat, and you finally turned your head back just enough to look right into Wednesday's eyes.

She’s looking at me?

“Me?-”

“-Them?”

Wednesday’s facial expression didn’t change at all of your exclamations of surprise. She just continued to look at you with something akin to fondness. Well, as akin as it could get from Wednesday Addams, but you would take whatever you could get.

“You can buy me another quad for starters,” Wednesday said before turning around and walking back to her booth while you all stood there, completely awe-struck in terribly different ways.

“Way to lead us on-”

“-How was I supposed to know?-”

“-Never trusting you again.”

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

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 8 months

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Heyyy how are you? can i request a fic?

Basically its marilyn x student!reader, where reader used to be sort of a troublemaker that gets a lot into fights and detention and does pretty bad during marilyns class and other classes because she couldn’t concentrate, then suddenly after they start dating she starts doing way better bc Marilyn has been helping her study for her classes and reader has been paying more attention, aswell as behaving better and not getting into trouble anymore.

And then Wednesday gets suspicious because suddenly reader is getting grades almost as good as hers and she’s not getting into fights or detention,she thinks that reader might be bribing the teachers or something, and so she starts and investigation with enid to find out what reader is truly doing. At some point, they almost catch them, but then reader gets fed up and tells them that shes just been studying harder and that Marilyn has offered to help sometimes and that they’re not doing anything weird. This is obviously a lie but Wednesday and enid back off and stop the investigation because they’ve never seen reader so angry with them before.

Yes!!!!! Here it is!!! I'm very sorry about the delay, a have a huge amount of requests right now!!! And sorry about the language mistakes too!!! I hope you like it!!! :))))))

Good changes

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, bad student…

Word count: 5,181

Summary: You were a disaster, a bad student, always making a fuss, but your teacher, your girlfriend gave you the best advice of your life…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“And that's why you shouldn't step on them if you don't want to smell as bad as…” Marilyn, your botany teacher, explained.

“Bianca's new perfume,” you said aloud, causing all eyes to turn towards you, before the whole classroom burst into a loud laugh.

Marilyn closed her eyes and sighed, exhausted from your constant interruptions.

Since you were a little girl, you were a troublesome student. Not even all the money your parents had could pay for a teacher who could put up with you. You always studied at Nevermore, your telekinetic powers led you to share class with all kinds of strange creatures.

You had no choice. Every week you would end up in a fight, in the principal's office, or with some call from your parents, telling you how disappointed they were in you. It wasn't your fault, well it was, but honesty you had always had trouble concentrating, to not divert your attention in the face of some situation that was conducive to making fun of something and interrupting the class. Even with Marilyn, with whom you had a… a somewhat different relationship, you were able to contain yourself and listen carefully to her explanations.

The redhead looked at you with disappointment in her eyes and left the mushroom she was holding on the table, waiting for the little riot of laughter to stop. Deep down you felt bad for her, you knew how unloved she was at school just for being normi, but your way of being went beyond even your feelings.

“Shut up, (Y/N),” the siren answered you, furious at your comment.

You smirked and blew her a kiss, turning her face comically angry.

“That's enough, silence,” Marilyn said, desperate as she shook her head. Among all the teachers you had, she was the only one who had never lost her temper with the students, and especially with you.

All the laughter slowly died away and Bianca turned with a huff. You laughed, satisfied with the mess you had caused.

“Can I continue?” The teacher asked, ironically. “Well, as I was saying, this specimen grows in forests all over the…”

The bell interrupted her explanation and your classmates quickly began to gather their stuff and leave the conservatory.

“We'll see if you laugh so much when you leave” Bianca whispered to you, while you put your backpack on your shoulder.

“You have no guts, Bianca,” you said sarcastically, while the young woman left the class.

As the last of the students left the building, you walked over to the desk, where Marilyn was sitting, her hand on her forehead.

“Ahem,” you said, making the redhead look at you with cold eyes. “Aren't you going to say hello?”

Marilyn got up and approached you, giving you a too brief kiss on your lips.

Yes, you were in a relationship with your teacher, something that, coming from you, didn't sound so strange.

You didn't know if it was your disastrous way of being, your listless attitude towards life or your impudence that could have caught her attention. It simply emerged between punishment and punishment, spending hours in the conservatory with her. Little by little you began to start conversations, discovering how much you had in common despite the difference in age and, above all, in behavior.

The redhead caressed your cheek and sighed, sitting back down at her desk. You frowned. You knew that she didn't like you interrupting her classes, but she had never shown it, beyond a comment or a little reproach.

“Oh, don't say you're angry…” You said in a mocking tone, sitting down at the table. “It was just a joke.”

Marilyn looked up and blinked rapidly.

“It's always a joke, (Y/N)…” She said in a soft tone, but full of disappointment. You should feel guilty, you should want to apologize, but all you felt was confusion and anger at her attitude.

“I notice a certain authoritarian teacher tone …” You said, raising and lowering your eyebrows. “You know I've done worse things, I'm a good girl in your class...”

“A good girl? Last week you glued Kent to the chair, here in my class, guess who had to peel the boy off the chair, wait, I don't have to tell you, you were there, laughing until you were breathless,” she said with that tone that slightly reminded you of the rest of the adults, your parents, Principal Weems and the rest of the teachers.

“Well, he deserved it…” You said, getting defensive. “Come on, I only have 10 minutes until the next class, are you really going to spend them telling me off?” You said, climbing up the desk until you were at her level, brushing your lips with hers. She didn't answer, you knew how to make her nervous. To make any attempt to reproach you for your behavior would be overshadowed by your kisses.

At first she responded, kissing you tenderly and cupping your cheeks in her hands, but she soon pulled away from you, shaking her head.

“No, this time you're not going to fool me, (Y/N),” she said, looking through some papers that were under you. “Do you mind getting off the table?”

You snorted, but you obeyed, biting your tongue.

“Please, I already have Weems for sermons,” you said, wanting to leave there more and more.

“Look at this, failed, failed…” She told you, showing you your exams. “The work about the cactus, just a heart pierced with an arrow,” she said, turning the pages, being able to see how the arrow moved until it pierced the heart.

“Eh, eh, I had a hard time doing it…” You said angrily. “I made it for you, it was a gift.”

Marilyn slammed the papers down on the table and tried not to get any more nervous than she already was. No one could talk to you without going crazy, at least no one who wanted to say how you had to do things.

“(Y/N), just… Just tell me why you can't be a little more… I don't know, like Wednesday for example.”

You widened your eyes. Wednesday Addams seemed like the typical antisocial, gothic and somewhat scary girl. But still, she was all the teachers’ favorite, the only one capable of rivaling that stupidsiren Bianca. You didn't like that comment.

“Like Wednesday?” You asked immediately, narrowing your eyes.

“Well, yes, (Y/N). She's a strange girl, but she doesn't get into trouble and she's a good student,” the redhead answered naturally, something that made you even angrier.

“If you like Wednesday so much, why don't you ask her to do the same things to you that I do? Mommy?” You ironized, feeling the dagger of jealousy digging into your heart. Marilyn rolled her eyes with a weary sigh.

“You know that's not what I mean, (Y/N), just stop behaving like a little girl,” she told you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Well, that's what it seems, Marilyn…” You grumbled, moving away from her touch. “You know I'm that way, and you don't care when we're in bed.” The redhead approached again, turning you around so you could look into her eyes.

“My love… I… You know I love you, right?”

“I don't know,” you said, avoiding her gaze with childish movements.

“Don't be silly, you know it very well…” She whispered in your ear. Her tone was now soft, loving, more like what it used to be.

“If you love me, let me live my life the way I want,” you answered, pretending that your cheeks did not blush due to her soft caresses.

“That's the problem, (Y/N), I can't let you do it,” she said, without disturbing her affectionate tone, grabbing you by the waist.

“Why? I'll be leaving school soon and we can finally both leave here, as you promised,” you said, instinctively resting your head on her shoulder.

“My precious girl…” She sighed, hugging you. “Can't you see that I care about you? If I didn't care I would let you go down that path… But I can't do it. I care about you, (Y/N), I care about your future. I know you're not stupid, honey, but you have to make an effort to improve.”

“I can't,” you said, with tears in your eyes. It was hard for you to focus, to study, you knew you were capable of behaving well, but your body was asking for trouble, fights, punishments and bad grades. It was a fight you finished too long ago.

“Of course you can, darling, you just have to work a little harder,” she told you, wiping away your tears.

“I don't even know where to start…” You said, really thinking about those words. You weren't interested in being a better person, a better student, but Marilyn was the woman you loved, and she was right.

“I think to begin with, the simplest thing is that you don't get into more trouble,” Marilyn said, smiling at your change of attitude.

“I like getting into trouble,” you teased, being dazed by the brightness of her eyes, something that not even the unruly (Y/N) could resist.

“I know,” she said, laughing. “Just do it for me.”

After that intense conversation, you left the conservatory, with too many doubts in your mind. You did not believe that the possibility of change would one day cross your mind. You liked being that bad girl who went to the principal's office, who made the most petulant students to burn in rage. But there was something that made you seriously think about your future, that dreamed future with her. Your parents had great wealth thanks to their businesses. Your whole life was settled from the start, you never had to fight for anything.

Marilyn, on the other hand, did not have an easy life. In those quiet bed talks, she told you about her life, her past. She was an orphan, she had nothing, and no one. If it was possible to start from less than zero, it was thanks to her. A woman who got a position in an academy for outcasts as a normi, who got a life according to what she deserved.

It was unfair that you wasted the opportunities she didn't have, that you laughed at everything she had fought for, going through everything and willing to live off your parents and their money. It was obvious that something had to change, a knot in the stomach told you that you should have reacted before seeing yourself at 20 years old and still in high school.

“Hey, you,” a cocky voice interrupted your walk towards the next class. Bianca and her entire insufferable group of sirens seemed to want revenge.

“Oh, if it's you, you stink… I mean, the great Bianca,” you said mockingly, standing up, being surrounded by them.

“I told you that when you got out of class you were going to pay,” the young woman said, threatening. You shrugged, rolling up the sleeves of your uniform jacket, ready to fight you again. A strange voice in your head told you that this was not the path you should follow if you wanted to change.

That small moment of hesitation caused the siren's fist to land in your eye, knocking you to the ground.

“Shit…” You said, taking your hand to her face that was beginning to throb due to the punch.

“So you'll learn not to mess with me,” Bianca said, satisfied as she shook off her hand.

You wanted to fight back, punch and kick as usual, but you only stood up, hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, I give up…” You said, feeling such a humiliation that it made you rethink if you were doing the right thing.

“Do you give up?” The mermaid asked, surprised, gesturing to her friends to relax. “What a good news, although I have not heard an apology.”

You snorted, putting your hand over your eye. You weren't going to go there.

“Fuck you, Barclay.”

“What did you say?” She asked, blinking rapidly.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down...”

A cheerful voice, which could not belong to anyone other than Enid Sinclair, came between you.

“Are you fighting again?” Another darker voice, Wednesday Addams appeared on the scene. Seeing her made you remember those little jealousies and you couldn't help but look at her with some suspicion.” “Violence is for fools.”

“Tell her that,” you responded annoyedly, nodding towards the siren, who laughed petulantly. “I haven't done anything.”

After those words, being aware of the humiliation you had suffered, you walked away from that scene and the questions kept coming to your mind, especially about how a girl like Wednesday could be better than you in almost everything she did.

“I swear it wasn't me,” you said while that night, Marilyn health your black eye, obviously looking at you doubtfully.

“Sure…” She whispered the redhead, finishing applying the cream and cleaning her hands.

“Ask Enid, she was there,” you protested, crossing your arms. Marilyn looked at you and smiled, shaking her head.

“It was just a joke, (Y/N), I believe you, calm down,” she said softly. “Well, I think that in a couple of days the purple will have completely disappeared.”

“Oh…” You said, a little incredulous. “Do you believe me? Me? Do you believe the unruly girl from Nevermore?

“Yes, I believe you, honey,” she answered the redhead, kissing you tenderly on the lips. “Well, I think you should go back to your room.”

“So soon?” You asked, looking at the clock and frowning. Marilyn tilted her head, looking at you with a "you must do it without question" face.

“I think I remember that in two days you have an important literature exam,” she told you, studying your reaction. You were obviously ignorant of everything to do with exams and that's what she was expecting you to do.

“Oh, yes, yeah, but…” You said a little embarrassed, seeing how another of your nights of forbidden passion in her room wouldn't be possible.

“Go study, (Y/N), remember your promise,” she told you with a loving smile.

“Promise? I don't remember having promised anything,” you protested, while the redhead gently pushed you out of her room.

When the door closed you were going to continue protesting, but you gave up. It was completely impossible for you to study so hard to pass the exam in such a short time. Still, even if you didn't make any verbal promises, you knew Marilyn was right.

Your messy single room wasn't the best of study environments, but you still did something you hadn't done before, put the book on your desk, turned on the little lamp, and read, trying not to droop .

It was very frustrating. You could barely read a page without looking at the ceiling, at the phone, or anywhere but at the English writers. The hours passed and you thought that nothing you read had stayed in your memory. With a sharp bang, you dropped your head on top of the book, desperate.

“It's impossible,” you sighed, closing the book and lying down on the bed. You had never considered starting to study seriously and despite this, you did not think it was as complicated as it was turning out to be. You couldn't do it alone, you would need help, and lots of it.

Jumping up from the bed, you grabbed the book and left the room again. It was late, but it wasn't midnight yet, Marilyn had to stay awake.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, pulling you roughly into the room. Whenever you went to see her, she would have huge fits of paranoia, and that was understandable. “I told you to go study...”

You grumbled and showed her the book, plopping down on the bed.

“I've tried but it's impossible, I can't concentrate,” you confessed, looking at her almost pleading. You didn't want to be explicit, you didn't want to feel humiliated, you expected her to use her ability to read your mind and figure out what you were up to.

“Oh, poor thing…” She said with a sad voice, sitting next to you. You looked at her and nodded, playing with the book in your hands. “Do you want me to help you to study, my love?”

You, embarrassed and on the verge of utter embarrassment, looked down and nodded.

They were two strange days. There was nothing that was not literature. Marilyn sat next to you, in the afternoons in the library, at night in her room. She was very patient with you, and she gave you advice, helping you memorize the whole lesson. Her help was more useful than you thought, when exam day came, to your surprise, you remembered the answer to all the questions and a smile broke out on your face as you wrote more than in your entire life.

“(Y/N), you have written something, you surprise me,” the teacher said, taking your exam. You looked at him and scoffed at the unpleasant comment.

“You're going to freak out, Hill,” you said in your usual rebellious girl tone. The man rolled his eyes as he took a look at your exam.

Days later…

“Ladies, gentlemen, I have to say that last week's exam was a tremendous failure,” the teacher said with a stack of papers on the table. “As always, it is clear that none of you intends to pass my course. However... I have had a pleasant surprise. There have been two A,” he said, beginning to hand out the exams. “Addams, congratulations, as always.”

You were looking forward to your turn and when the teacher looked for your exam, he sighed, shaking his head.

“Ms. (Y/N), you are the other A,” he told you, revising the exam before handing it to you. The entire class turned immediately at that statement. You widened your eyes when you saw your grade. It was a perfect exam, without any trace of red corrections on it, a perfect registration. It was a new feeling for you and much better than you thought. “I hope you haven't cheated.”

“Of course she has cheated,” Bianca said, her face completely disjointed. You smiled smugly and shook your head.

“What's up Barclay? Are you envious?” You asked mockingly. The siren seemed to be blowing smoke out of her mouth, which made you feel even better. In front of you, Wednesday Addams was also looking at you with intrigue, but she didn't say anything.

When the class ended, the teacher stopped you before you could run to tell Marilyn about your success.

“Wait a moment, (Y/N),” he told you. You snorted impatiently and crossed your arms. “Are you going to tell me how you did it? Or do I have to call Miss Grace to read your mind?”

“What?” You asked, offended. “I haven't cheated, I've just studied,” you said, defending yourself.

The man looked you up and down, looking for any sign of a lie in your words or in your face.

“Really?” He asked. You nodded impatiently. “Well, you should do it more often.”

“Yes, yes…” You said walking out the door.

When you left, another person was waiting for you. Wednesday, next to Enid, they looked at you with their arms crossed.

“Hello girls…” You said kindly. You were happy, you had no reason to have an antisocial attitude.

“Spit it out, (Y/N),” Wednesday said with her usual cold and inexpressive tone.

“Spit what,” you asked amused. She didn't move, she just looked at you questioningly.

“How did you do it? You were by my side in the exam and I haven't seen you cheat,” she told you. You snorted and shook your head.

“It's just that I haven't cheated,” you said firmly. The rage began to run through your body, it was very frustrating that no one believed that you had achieved it by yourself.

“You can tell us. We are not going to say anything,” Enid said, in a confidential tone.

“Come on... I haven't cheated...” You said, passing by them and walking quickly towards the conservatory to give your girlfriend the wonderful news.

“My love, this is so great,” Marilyn said, hugging you effusively. “You see? You can do it.”

“The truth is that I did just for seeing Bianca's face, it was worth it,” you said amused, between kisses from the redhead.

“I'm very proud of you, (Y/N),” she told you softly. You hugged her. You didn't feel like telling your parents, simply with those words of pride from the woman you loved was enough for you, with her kisses, with her caresses.

“I've only done it for you, for the record,” you said satisfied, looking through the windows in case someone approached in the middle of that carefree festival of kisses and caresses.

“If you do, it's enough...”

The days passed with a completely new (Y/N). You no longer got into trouble, and your grades gradually improved, earning you the admiration of all your teachers and, increasingly, of your classmates.

Wednesday stopped being the protagonist in all the questions the teachers asked, now she had a worthy rival with you. You had outgrown the smug Bianca days ago. You were the new star of the class, an angelic and far from punishing new version of yourself. Nobody seemed to recognize you.

All the teachers were surprised with you, and Marilyn was more and more affectionate, always helping you to study, giving you advice and supporting you unconditionally. Without her help, you would never have achieved any of this.

Contrary to what you thought, it felt good to do things the right way, getting good grades and being good. Your attention improved and you hardly got distracted in class anymore.

Your relationship with Marilyn became more passionate, she seemed happy having helped you with your problems, turning you into a good girl, and she showed it less and less discreetly.

-X equals 45 and Y equals 56.- You said when you finished the mathematical operation- Marilyn took the sheet of paper and studied it cautiously.

“Let's see… Yes, that's correct. Great darling, numbers are no longer a secret to you,” she said to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You blushed, looking around you. There was no one in the library, but lately you felt you were being watched, it was an unpleasant feeling and you couldn't find any explanation for it.

“Great,” you said satisfied, getting close to her ear. “What's the next lesson?” You asked suggestively. She pulled away a bit and giggled when she felt your lips on her ear.

“Well… Oh, my God, (Y/N), not here,” she said when your kisses ran down her neck.

“Why not? There is no one here,” you said amused, moving your chair a little closer to hers. She laughed, looking nervously around her.

“Because it's a public place, and you know what I think about public places,” the redhead answered, not making any attempt to get you away from her neck.

“That they are tremendously exciting?”

“That they are dangerous, (Y/N)... Someone could come and... Oh, my God, get your hand out of there,” she said with her cheeks blushing, while you caressed her inner thigh under the table, and under her skirt.

Amused and mocking, you shook your head, while you insisted on continuing with your hot and provocative caresses. A noise of unknown origin made you quickly withdraw your hand.

“What's wrong?” The redhead asked. You looked at her quizzically because of the desperate and agitated tone of voice that made you realize that she was enjoying it, and you looked around.

“I don't know, but I could have sworn I heard something,” you said, turning around immediately. “Aha,” you said, pointing to a corner, from where a pink cloth protruded whose owner was unmistakable. “Enid, I've seen you,” you said getting up from your chair.

“Shit,” the young werewolf said, coming out of her hiding place next to Wednesday, who was looking at her with fire in her eyes.

“I told you to wear something more discreet,” the brunette scolded her. Enid shrugged.

“What are you doing here? If I didn't know you, I would think that you are spying on me,” you said, somewhat worried. You had kissed Marilyn and you didn't know what they had seen, or since when they were there.

“Us?” the blonde asked, taking one of the books from the shelf. “We were just looking for a book.”

You looked at the cover and laughed, crossing your arms.

“Reproduction and sexual life of amphibians,” you read amused, making Enid start to turn red with embarrassment and receive a nudge from Wednesday.

“I don't know why I keep bringing you to my investigations, you're a disaster,” she told Enid, while the werewolf left the book on the shelf.

“Investigation?” You asked, glancing sideways at Marilyn, who was obviously pretending to be busy, as if you hadn't been there studying math and kissing for more than two hours.

“Well, it doesn't matter anymore…” Wednesday whispered, killing the embarrassed Enid with her gaze. “Yes, investigations, about you specifically.”

“I knew it,” you said, triumphant and fearful. You knew that Wednesday's detective skills were quite remarkable. She could know everything. “And why exactly do you investigate me?”

“(Y/N), you're a strange girl…” The brunette whispered, narrowing her eyes and pacing around you as if she were a vulture circling her prey. “Since I arrived at Nevermore, not a single day has gone by without seeing you go to the principal's office, ignoring all the exams and paper works, making a fuss in class... And now, suddenly you become the best student in the academy, better even than me.”

“What's wrong? You're not going to tell me that you too are dying of envy like Bianca…” You said, leaning on a shelf.

“It's not that,” Wednesday said.

"Well, maybe a bit,” Enid interrupted, earning another glare from Wednesday.

“I've been investigating your family, they're some well-known businessmen, tremendously rich…” She continued, ignoring her friend's lack of discretion.

“Yeah, well, everyone knows that, great research…” You said with a sigh, getting nervous as you were unable to know where the conversation was going.

“Lately you always stay with the teachers after class, help Miss Thornhill in the conservatory…”

Those words made you feel some relief. If she talked that way, she hadn't been in the library long enough to know what was going on. You looked askance at the redhead who, as discreetly as she could, was trying to pull up the underwear that you had pulled down just 5 minutes ago. You smirked at her comical moves and tried to block the two girls' attention from her by clearing your throat.

“I don't know what you think exactly, Wednesday, but I have earned my grades with effort and hard work.”

“Yours or your parents'?” She asked mockingly, darkening her gaze. You widened your eyes and blinked in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“It's not crazy to think that thanks to your parents' money all the teachers are benefiting you,” she answered, very sure of her words.

“What?”

“I'll say it with just one word: bribery.”

You laughed out loud. That was so absurd that you didn't even know what to answer, you could only laugh at that pathetic accusation.

“You can't be serious…” You said between laughs. Wednesday and Enid looked at each other and frowned, looking over your shoulders at Marilyn.

“What are you doing here with Thornhill?” The brunette asked, in an even more accusatory tone. “Writing out the monthly bribe?”

You closed your eyes, a little annoyed by those ridiculous theories.

“Study, she is helping me,” you said sincerely. “I don't know what you've been smoking, Addams, but I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say any more baseless nonsense.”

“5 registrations in the last two weeks, I think they are sufficient bases,” the brunette said, ignoring the half-truth that you had told.

“Is it that I can't try to effort?” You asked annoyed, perhaps a little abruptly.

“Hey, Wednesday…” Enid said, tugging on her partner's uniform. “Perhaps we are mistaking.”

“Shut up, Enid, she's about to confess,” young Addams replied.

“For God's sake, confess what? That I’ve asked a teacher to help me to study because it is very difficult for me? And that thanks to that and my own effort I'm getting better grades than you?” You said, raising your tone of voice.

It was predictable that people would doubt, but what you thought would be easy for you to ignore, became an attack on your honor, your pride and your own effort. Marilyn loved you, you loved her and that's why you let her help you, she didn’t give you an advantage, but that she gave you a hand to concentrate, to explain things that the other teachers didn't even bother to repeat to you anymore.

Your anger was growing when you saw that Wednesday was not capable of believing in you, that nobody believed in you, except Marilyn.

“I don't believe it,” the dark young woman said, with an impassive look.

You grunted and began to shake nervously from side to side.

“I don't care if you don't believe me. My parents aren't doing anything to help me, all Ms. Thornhill is doing is helping me out, but the effort is mine and just mine. There are no bribes here...” You said, approaching the brunette threateningly, taking advantage of your slightly higher stature. “No favoritism, no gifts, or anything strange.”

“Lies,” She said, already having you very close to her.

“Ahhhhg,” you snorted. “Look Wednesday, if you don't want to believe me, well don't believe me, that's your problem, your problem,” you said, also looking at Enid. “I thought we were friends, but I see that everyone in this school thinks it's impossible for an idiot like me to get all of this without cheating, but I didn't exactly expect this from you. Your plague is beginning to remind me of Bianca's. If you'll excuse me, I don't want to have to waste time with people who don't trust me. Goodbye,” you said, turning your back on them. Enid got a little nervous and punched the impassive Wednesday’s shoulder.

“Wednesday…”She whispered. “Say something…”

“(Y/N),” the girl said, stopping your steps. “Are you telling the truth? Isn't there anything weird going on?”

“Please, don't be mad at us, it's Sherlock's fault and her constant search for entertainment,” the blonde said, approaching and turning you around with pleading eyes.

“I won't get mad if you stop following me and spying on me,” you said, crossing your arms, looking sideways at Wednesday.

“I promise, we promise, right?” The blonde said, looking menacingly at her partner, and she sighed in defeat.

“Okay, but be careful, (Y/N), we're always watching,” she said, letting herself be pulled by wrist by Enid's, who smiled apologetically.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, feeling great relief. You sat down again with the redhead, whose hands trembled, probably from having heard the conversation.

“Almost…” You said, kissing her cheek again. She let herself go, but then she looked at you worriedly.

“You have to be more careful,” she told you.

“More careful? I’m the brilliant student that you wanted,” you said amused, moving the chair closer again.

“For me you always were...”

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