#wednesday is a softie at heart

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could i ask for one Yandere!Wednesday Addams x Werewolf reader? Please?

Enid walks in to find Y/N in their wolf form with a collar on…

Enid: uhh why is Y/N wearing a collar?

Wednesday: because they’re all mine

Y/n barks happily…

Wednesday lets out a devious grin…

[hana-no-seiiki]

Good news. Did some decent progress on What’s Up Danger so you guys will finally get fed this Wednesday! Bad news, the quality might not be the best since I’m fasting while writing it oTL

Anyways, here are some Batfam w/ Cat Villain! Reader moments/snippets.

TW YANDERE AND MENTION OF NONCON/SOMNO

Both Jason and Reader’s first words to each other were, “What the fuck.”

Reader referring to Jason being a giant, and violent asf esp in comparison to Dick. While Jason was confused at his heart beating so fast and mildly crushing on you while you were fighting.

Bonus points: You guys did the spiderman point meme.

You have the biggest age gap with Dick. I headcannon the boys to be close in age so there wouldn’t be any not so good implications when it comes to relationships, but it’s almost unavoidable unless Batman switches sidekicks every year or so. (You are younger than Jason but older than Tim)

But that is also another reason why you two didn’t click as well as you did with Jason

You’d often make jokes or use slang and Dick would just be “???” He tried his best though.

On the reverse side of things, and like I mention before Tim and you got along too well as friends. He’s one of the few people you could gush to about literally any fandom and he somehow (through stalking your searches and literally every gadget/appliance you owned) knew everything about it already.

You two have written several theses on fellow vigilantes and villains (mostly ‘dumb’ ones like who has the best cake based on so and so criteria)

Damian is the best when it comes to bantering with you mid-fight. It’s the combined years of sass and assassin training. Went from plain insults to whole ass (not so) subtly being horny when you beat each other down.

He’s also the worst (best?) when it comes to your nicknames. He insists that you two use it on each other. Some exclusive while others he’s usually fine hearing from other mouths.

There was one point in time where you were called Kitten while the boys forced/bribed you to call them Daddy

Tim and Jason have tattoos of you/related to you.

For Jason it’s your name with a few paw prints, and for Tim it’s when he first fought you (and got his ass whooped)

After Jason came back and revealed himself to you, he tattooed the scratch marks you left him on his back after doing the deed.

Damian secretly practices doing henna so he can draw on you during your “wedding” since he doesn’t want anyone touching you. Sort of defeats the purpose, but go off king.

Being the thorough guy he is, he uses lab equipment to make his own blends.

Bruce? Bruce hates your ass. Sometimes it’s in a hatefuckey way but most of the time he blames you for corrupting his kids.

So he corrupted you in turn.

I feel like he gets off to cucking them honestly (blame that one comic) but if Reader is AFAB I wouldn’t be surprised if he impregnated them.

He’s a softie at heart when it comes to you though, courtesy of your similarities with Selina.

Speaking of, Talia adores you.

Like if there was anyone she would want with her son it was you.

She thinks the fact that you haven’t been put behind bars is a testament to your skill, and after getting over your similarity to her “rival in love” she would actively get you to be with her son.

Eventually she realizes she loves you more than Bruce and well, that’s a story for another fic.

You have at least a dozen trackers on you at all times.

Most of them you’ve ingested and pooped out.

It’s mostly Tim of course. But the duty of actually feeding you that stuff usually goes to Dick.

Dick has uh- somnophillia’ed you a fair bit after the break up.

He really, and I mean really likes to watch you sleep.

It reminds him of those ‘catnaps’ you’d take while watching over the Titans.

There would be times where he’d just be in a daze/in autopilot for hours reminiscing about your past together

His favorite memories to go back to were your first fight together, first kiss, and times under the sheets, and a date you guys had before in a festival/circus.

He never takes the antidote for Poison Ivy’s sex pollen and always comes to you for it, regardless of his or your relationship status.

Tim has at least a million typewritten chats with AI you, and around a few hundred hours of voice chats.

You did eventually take his virginity.

He came as soon as he was inside you/you were inside him.

You have been offered to be a part of the bat crew or a vigilante. But,

you massacred many after Jason’s supposed death and feel too guilty to call yourself anything other than a villain.

Chokers with bells. It’s a popular gift to give you. Especially ones that are custom made with expensive ass materials and engraving.

Sometimes Tim just gives you weapons.

Alfred is your best source of blackmail material.

You’ve actively tried cursing him (with immortality). You love the man.

He’s secretly the president of your official fanclub/fansite but you didn’t hear that from me.

You fight a lot with Damian’s pets. Like in a way that you turn into a literal cat and hiss at them.

And last but not least, you’re vv close with every member of the Teen Titans (besties with Rachel and Garfield)

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

@sophiethewitch1

[videovamptramp]

holding on too tight (just right)

// wednesday ironically loves affection… as long as it’s from you //

warnings: insecure!reader, insecure!wednesday, a bit of angst but mostly fluff, you’re both oblivious idiots in love, wednesday is a softy for you <3

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wednesday addams, for as long as she can remember has been completely and utterly disgusted by the mere thought of love. there was nothing more repulsing than the idea of someone kissing her. swabbing spit with someone who’s grossly in love with her. whenever she would see her parents exchange different forms of love she’d have to physically hold herself back from gagging. it wasn’t just because they were her parents, really. she felt the same way when she saw a random couple on the street, or at school. wednesday didn’t believe in love, she felt as though everyone who was overly in love with their significant other was dramatizing their feelings, or just pretending. there’s no way anyone could feel that much.

well, that’s what she used to think… until she met you. when wednesday first met you, she hated you. you were all smiles, and dimples. it was disgusting the way you’d light up like a christmas tree whenever you saw her or she responded to you. the way you laughed made her stomach coil. not to mention how revealing your outfits got towards the hotter seasons. wednesday hated the way her eyes would migrate towards you whenever she’d walk into a room you were in. she didn’t want to think about your eyes or how they changed in color depending on the lighting. so she ignored it for as long as she could.

she ignored your longing looks, and the way she’d see your signature doodled next to her last name on your notebook, whenever she’d make the mistake of taking a peak at what you were smiling at. she pretended as if her stomach didn’t flutter in a nauseating way at the thought of your name hyphenated with hers. it even got so bad that wednesday tried to ignore your existence all together, but that wasn’t very effective. instead of your smile, she saw your eyes full of hurt and even saw you tear up when you realized she was ignoring you. she caved and spoke to you the next period. wednesday didn’t understand why the sight of you nearly crying, especially because of her, made her incredibly uncomfortable. it was a feeling she’s never felt before.

“… and then i told him to fuck off! he was only being a jerk because i totally rejected him last fall. then sabrina told me—“ you cut yourself off when you see wednesday staring at you with a blank expression. you assume she’s bored and irritated, causing you to blush in embarrassment, “sorry wen, i got carried away talking… i know i talk too much.” you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, and she doesn’t look away from you as your gaze shyly makes it way down to the grass you’re both sitting on. “if i didn’t want to listen to your pointless rambling i would have intervened and said so.” she declares simply, and your eyes widen slightly, as you look at her with pure glee. god that look on your face makes the corner of her lips tug upwards, and oh no, wednesday addams is smiling softly.

the smile is faint and barely visible, but it’s there. “you’re so sweet, wednesday. you always make me feel so special!” you exclaim, practically gushing as you pull her in for a tight hug. wednesday’s little cold heart swells a few sizes at the action. she hates affection or any sort of physical touch, but this… this is nice. wednesday doesn’t even threaten you and after a few seconds you pull away, a rosy pink blush on your nose and cheeks. “i’m sorry… i got carried away again.” you apologize, and her tenebrous orbs stare into yours. “do it again.” she demands and you look at her as if she just said the most absurd thing on the planet.

though, you don’t deny her request, and you cautiously wrap your arms around her, holding her close. wednesday hugs you back, and your heart nearly stops beating. “thank you.” you blabber out loud, and she pulls away, “why are you thanking me?” she questions uncertainly, and you meet her eyes with a dopey grin on your lips. “because you just let me hug you! twice! i know you have a rule about physical touch or affection, but i… i really like it. especially when i care about someone. so thank you for letting me hug you.” your words of innocence make wednesday feel as though her heart is being squeezed so tightly it might pop. “my rule does not apply to you. you are the only exception.” the words come out of her mouth before she can think twice, and though they surprise her, she doesn’t take them back.

how could she? you were now staring at her with stars in your eyes and your smile caused that queasy feeling to set back in at the pit of her belly.

after that, you find every and any excuse to touch wednesday. you hold her hand whenever you’re sitting beside her in class or lunch, and in the hallways. you lay you head in her lap and will reach for her wrist, moving it onto your head and demanding she play with your hair. you play with her fingers whenever you’re speaking to her in the halls (it’s nearly impossible to keep her concentration when you do that). you fix her bangs for her whenever the wind messes them up, and you even took what she said as an open invitation to cuddle with her during your guys movie nights.

wednesday is very surprised to find out she doesn’t hate physical affection coming from you. every little touch burns wednesday’s skin in the best way, and she finds herself yearning for your touch whenever she doesn’t receive it. which is why the last week has confused and upset her deeply. it started after she walked you to class last week, as she always does.

“see you after class, wen!” you lean in and kiss her cheek, causing her to force herself to grimace. she still has an act to put on at school after all. “oh wait!” you exclaim as you reach for her wrist and pull her back in for a hug. “good luck on your botany exam!” you cheerfully tell your girlfriend before pulling away and making your way into class where yoko is flashing you a look. “what?” you ask uncertainly, and the vampire raises her brows. “aren’t you afraid she’s going to snap one day because of all the dramatized affection? i mean, she is wednesday addams.” yoko points out, and you frown as you take a seat beside her. “she’s never been bothered by it before…” you trail off.

a wave of insecurity washes over you, “do you think i should stop? i mean, you’ve known her longer…” your voice is laced with vulnerability. “i mean, i would definitely reel it back a bit because she’s wednesday.” yoko explains as if that’s explanation enough, but you don’t know wednesday like me, your mind screams but you only nod. “yeah, she might be tired of it.” you mumble, your cheerful mood suddenly gone. could wednesday really be tired of your affection? you remember the way she grimaced in the hall after you kissed her on the cheek. you wonder if that was for show or because she genuinely didn’t like affection. wednesday wouldn’t force herself to endure your affections simply because it makes you happy… right?

suddenly you’re overthinking everything, and you can’t help but let your thoughts run wild. you can’t even concentrate in class and when the bell rings, you stand up and gather your things; stuffing them into your backpack before leaving the room. as soon as you exit out of the classroom, there’s wednesday with that blank look on her face waiting for you. your heart flutters every time she comes and picks you up, and walks you to each of your classes. though, you physically dim when you remember what yoko said about wednesday growing tired of the affection. the last thing you wanted to happen was for her to grow tired of you and the relationship.

wednesday notices something’s wrong right away, as soon as you see her your eyes usually light up like a street lamp every night on routine. “hey wen.” you greet her with a smile. “how was your exam?” you ask as you begin walking. wednesday looks down at her empty hand that you usually take, and she tries not to frown. “fine. easier than i expected, perhaps we went a little too overboard with the studying.” she tells you and you giggle. “yes, well, you had three different study plans ready. at least you’re always prepared.” you tease and she tries not to think about the way you aren’t holding her hand or arm; the only form of affection was when your arms brushed together as you two walked through the crowded hallway.

“how was gorgon anatomy?” she asks, trying to figure out why you’re acting stranger than usual. “fine!! boring.” you answer too quickly, and wednesday turns her head to look at you. you were walking with your head high and eyes forward. as if you were trying not to look at her at all. wednesday can see on your face clear as day that something is wrong. before she can question you anymore, you both arrive in front of your werewolf reproduction class. “i’ll see you after class?” you ask hopefully, and she rolls her eyes. “you’ll see me after every class.” she states, still not understanding why you ask her every time, if you know she’ll be here like clock work. you smile at her response, blushing. “okay. bye wen, try not to kill bianca during fencing lessons.” you half joke before staring at her with a longing look and rushing inside.

wednesday blinks a few times, frozen in place. you always kiss her before you two part. every single time, even when she was just going to stand in a different line, you were placing a sweet kiss somewhere on her face. the sinking feeling in her stomach is unfamiliar and uncomfortable. she clenches her fists as she walks away. suddenly she’s angry at herself; what did she do? had she said something? or did she do something that upset you? is this one of those things where she accidentally did the wrong thing and hurt your feelings? she’s hurt them many times on accident before, you were so insufferably sensitive. yet, wednesday found that was one of the many things she loves about you.

she tries not to think about how strange you were before class, but she ends up taking out her frustrations on bianca during fencing lessons.

wednesday tried to assure herself that you would be fine by the end of the day. your mood changed very quickly when you were upset. you could never be sad or angry for too long and wednesday ironically loved that about you as well. but that was last week, and you still have barely touched her. wednesday didn’t think it was possible to need physical contact, but god she does. she craves your touch every time you’re near, even when you’re not, she still wishes you were so you could kiss, caress, and even hold her. but ever since last week your touches have been minimal.

you don’t hold her hand in the halls anymore, nor do you kiss her cheek at any given chance. sometimes you’ll slip and reach for her hand during movie night, but quickly let go when you remember what yoko said. you had somehow allowed that little nagging voice in your head to convince you that wednesday was trying to preserve your feelings every time you touched her. you’d let that mean conscious of yours allow you to believe that wednesday secretly disliked all of your hugs, kisses, and loving touches.

today is movie night, and wednesday is adamant on making things return to normal. she hates that insecure feeling she’s had for the last six days. that pestering emotion deeply rooted inside of her, whispering over and over that you’re losing interest in her. that you’re craving someone different; perhaps someone more full of joy, and like you. someone who isn’t allergic to color, and who has a kind smile. maybe that boy who’s always smiling at you in the ice cream place in the mall. or the girl from the shoe store who remembers you and your shoe size, she always compliments your jeans. it makes wednesday’s stomach burn.

“i brought ven helsing and the house at the end of the street. can we please watch the scary one first this time, wen? i had nightmares after last weeks.” you flash her puppy eyes as soon as you stroll into her shared room, the movies in your arms along with the snacks. you have black liquorish, milk duds, cherry coke, a big of chips, and mini kit-kat’s. wednesday knows the black liquorish is for her, and she can’t help but let her heart lurch at the sight of you. “we can watch whatever one you’d like first, cara mia.” she tells you in that tone she solely reserves for you. she makes your stomach fill with butterflies. you walk over in her direction; she’s already sitting on her bed. you kiss the top of her head; you can smell her shampoo. you let all the snacks go at once, letting them fall onto her bed.

the kiss on her head wasn’t enough to fill that hole inside of her. she desperately needs you to hold her before she falls apart. she feels stupid for the lump in her throat as she watches you walk over towards the dvd player and television. you pop the movie in and start it up, turning around and smirking at her. she keeps a straight face, trying not to show you how close she is to breaking down. “lights off?” you ask with a cute little grin, and she nods, not trusting her voice. you turn the lights off and join her in her bed. you keep a short space between you both and the small distance pains her deeply.

she tries to focus on the movie, she really does. but every time she does, her eyes seem to migrate to you like magnates. you look scared and you jump every time a scary scene unfolds on the screen. she wants to hold you, but she’s afraid you’ll reject her. she’s afraid she won’t know what to do. she’s afraid she’ll be awkward. god, why is she so afraid of everything when it comes to you? she’s wednesday addams, she isn’t afraid of ghouls, monsters, or even murders, yet she’s afraid of messing everything up with you. losing you would be the greatest misfortune, and for her to lose you simply because she’s herself… that’s enough to make even the strongest person hurt.

you forget about everything for a moment, the peace that comes with being by wednesday’s side makes every problem and negative thought go away for awhile. you lean in, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. you forget about what yoko said for all about two minutes before abruptly pulling away, as if you’re physically trying not to touch her. her throat aches as she swallows thickly and she tenses up, there’s a few seconds of silence that tick by, before she asks the question that’s been badgering her mind this entire week.

“are you tired of me?” wednesday asks quietly, in a voice so low, if you weren’t sitting so close you wouldn’t have heard it. you reach for the remote and pause the movie quickly, turning to look at her with a look of shock, “what?” you ask her, making sure you heard correctly.

wednesday is staring at her lap, refusing to meet your gaze. “i’m aware i’m not the most conventional girlfriend… i do not know a lot about relationships. i hurt you without trying, and i never say the right thing. if i upset you, or did something it wasn’t my intention.” she goes on, and you only grow even make confused. “wednesday, what are you talking about? i’m confused as to where this is coming from. you’re a wonderful girlfriend, and frankly, i don’t enjoy it when you talk about yourself that way.” you tell her and she finally looks at you. the look of hurt in her dark eyes is as clear as water. “then why have you been different? you don’t hold my hand in the halls anymore, or kiss me— you just jumped away from me after a minute of cuddling. i thought you said you loved physical affection when it came to the people you care about… do you not care about me anymore?” she asks, and for the first time since you’ve known wednesday, you can hear the vulnerability in her voice.

your heart aches in your chest, and your eyes soften. “if you’ve grown tired of me just tell me what it is i did. i’ll fix it.” she sounds so adamant and it breaks your heart that she would even consider changing anything about her wonderful self. you immediately reach out and cup her cheek with one hand, she nearly melts into your touch. “oh wednesday, i’m so sorry. i thought you were tired of all my affection… i thought i was too clingy.” you glance away shamefully as you admit this, and her eyes nearly widen. “i would never ask you to change anything about yourself, wen, and i could never grow tired of you. i don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself that way. you’re far too intelligent and phenomenal for that. got it?” you ask, and she doesn’t respond.

you kiss her nose before looking into her eyes, “got it??” you ask again and she nods. “please don’t feel as though you’re too clingy. i… i enjoy your forms affection very much.” she confesses, and you can see a cute crimson blush coating her cheeks. your heart skips a beat, “you do?” you question in pure shock. “i do. i’ve never been one to enjoy those gross things… but with you it’s different. you’re my exception.” she states affirmatively, and now it’s your turn to blush. “you always make me feel so special.” you reveal, your face hot and your cheeks pink. “you are special to me.” she says bluntly, and your eyes are suddenly big and childlike, staring at her as if she put stars in the sky.

“oh wednesday!” you gush as you lean in and hug her tightly. she hugs you back, and when you try to pull away after a minute, her hold on you tightens. “let me hold you a little bit longer. please.” she practically begs, and your entire body goes warm. “we can cuddle and finish the movie, silly.” you remind her and she hesitantly lets up, allowing you to get into a comfortable position. “c’mere, i’ll be the big spoon this time!“ you sound so excited she doesn’t dare disagree. “if you tell anyone i’ll deny it.” she warns, before crawling into your waiting arms.

[child-of-the-nights]

Larissa Weems x Reader Relationship Headcanons

A/N: Just watched Wednesday on Netflix and I loved it so much. I'm sad that there isn't much Principal Weems content on tumblr yet tho. Anyway, I wrote some relationship headcanons with her.

Warnings: contains spoilers

She could only really date you if you were a teacher at Nevermore or lived in Jericho. She is incredibly passionate about her job and spends all of her time in the school, so she most likely wouldn't leave the area.

That being said, after you two become a couple, she tries to inculde you in her schedule as much as she can. For example, Larissa just so happens to need some help with paperwork and asks you to help her.

At first it might seem that she's too busy to have time for you but she makes up for it every single time. Yes, she's a busy woman but she always makes sure her partner knows that they are loved.

I hope you are ready to hear the juiciest gossip in Nevermore because she knows most things. And she is always stressed out because of Wednesday the students, so she just spills the tea to you.

One thing she asks from you is to keep your relationship on the low. She doesn't want it to be a secret, more of something like this: "I didn't know you were dating Ms.Weems." "Oh yes, we've been married for two years."

Don't get me wrong, she loves PDA to a certain level. Larissa always appears professional and that's what she expects from you as well. She will get you all sorts of clothes and jewelleries, just play along with her.

She does hold your shoulder or waist all the time in public so as I said, it's not a secret. Larissa just doesn't yell it from the rooftop of Nevermore that you two are dating. And she hopes you don't either.

Her reason for this, besides the professional look, is that she worries about you. Who knows what trouble you could get into if the information traveled too far from Nevermore. You're too precious for her to accidentally get you in potential danger. Larissa is especially stressed when it turns out they have a hyde on the loose.

Now, let's move to the fluffy headcanons.

She's a big cuddler and no one can tell me otherwise. Larissa works for many hours even at night, so she just loves to cuddle with you after she's done.

Larissa Weems is a softie. She likes acting tough and taking the more dominant role in the relationship but ask her on a date or do cute romantic stuff with her and her heart will literally melt.

Tells you all the stories about her time in Nevermore as a student. If you happened to go to Nevermore as well, she bonds over the similar memories with you.

Likes going to the café in Jericho when she has time. It might look like a meeting to others but it's actually a date. The barista always knows what to get her but if you want to, you can ask her to try your favorites.

When there are no hydes running rampant around Nevermore, she takes you stargazing. She can drive to a little clearing in the forest and have a little picnic with you.

More often than not, dates are held during everyday activities. Going to the café, having some wine (or any preferred beverage) while doing paperwork, having a comfortable conversation in her office, etc.

One thing she absolutely loves is getting (and giving) gifts. Larissa especially adores them if you made it. It could be anything really. If you get/make her some trinket, she will keep it in her office so anyone can see it all the time. If you get/make her some jewellery, she will wear it all the time. If you get/make her some clothes, she has already planned out an entire outfit she could wear the next day. Get Larissa her favorite flower and she will give you the longest kiss ever.

On that note, she likes to give you gifts as well. Anything, really. From useful things, to beautiful jewellery and fine clothes.

Larissa also loves deep conversations where she can open up to you about her worries. When Wednesday enrolled into Nevermore and she started investigating, Larissa spent hours pouring her heart out to you.

Because of the fact that she is a shapeshifter, Larissa picks up on the little things people do. Basically, she easily understands what you do when you feel a certain way. She makes sure you know that you can always tell her anything that bothers you.

If anyone from Jericho makes comments about your involvement with "freaks", she will have a word with that person.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Sick.

Wednesday Addams X GN! Sick! Reader

When you’re sick, Wednesday ‘begrudgingly’ takes care of you.

You’re her partner in crime, you need to get better as soon as possible. That’s why she went out of her way to make you home made chicken noodle soup, and because she wanted to practice her slicing skills. No other reason at all.

Luckily, her immune system is as solid as a grave stone, so you can basically use her as an ice pack to keep your overly flushed body cool. She’s like your cuddly corpse.

Wednesday has always disliked touch, but with you? She doesn’t mind. You know her boundaries and you’ve always respected them.

Besides, she quite likes it when you curl yourself into her, head resting on her chest. It fills her little black heart with disgusting ooey gooey love. She’s miserable. She loves it and you.

If you’re being a brat and not taking the medicine, she will threaten to withhold your daily dose of Wednesday kisses - that always gets you to take the pills or be spoon fed that gross liquid.

Oh, how you adore your girlfriend doting on you in her own special way.

Like going to the store to get more medicine when you’ve taken it all and fighting five different people because its flu season and there’s only one box of high dosage flu and cold left. Wednesday does not care if she made the random grandmother cry, her darling sparrow is coughing so much the she herself can barely sleep.

Maybe while she’s out she’ll get you something cuddle while she’s gone. Just a sweet gift to cheer you up. You like those… squishmallows, right? Well, this black cat one has your name written all over it. Even if she did snatch it right in front of a child who was pointing at it to get their mother to buy it with their obnoxious cries.

Making you tea is something easy enough to do, she’ll put on the kettle she got from Enid while starting up her coffee machine. Even if you hate tea, she will insist you drink it.

There is no arguing with Wednesday, she’ll stare you down until you’re six feet under. Oh, how that stare brings butterflies to your tummy.

And so, you drink your tea and she drinks her coffee while reading through the morning’s newspaper, looking for any weird occurrences.

When you’re sick, she basically prefers to do next to everything for you. Acts of service is her love language, she can’t help it. You’re very weak and vulnerable right now, she views it as an absolute privilege to still be allowed by your side.

She runs you a bath, joins you in it, and even softly washes and rinses your hair. Maybe she sneaks a kiss or two in.

Her nimble fingers massaging your muscles that are tensed from laying in bed all day.

Nighttime has to be your new favorite when sick, though.

Because here you are, curled up with her and she’s curled up with you. She holds you as if she wants to protect you from all the dangers of the world or from sudden possession.

Who knew Wednesday Addams could be such a softie?

A secret only you know.

[lilislegacy]

So, it just occurred to me the thought of Paul being a grampa for the percababies, and I'm emotional. Just think of him being there and giving these kids all the love his >son< could not have.

Picture him reading all those histories and acting out the fairy tales, and later on, taking them to the library and presenting the classics.

He would pick them up from school and go to the park, or just to hang in his and Sally's apartment in the afternoon they would bake together, watch TV and Paul would happily participate of their tea party (Sally an Stelle teasing him for being such a softie with big smiles)

Taking them in trips to the cost or the mountains during breaks, or just stepping in on a random Wednesday night to a sleepover cause he knew Percy and Annabeth needed a break.

Imagine Paul being a Grampa.

Ps: I just know this man cried his eyes out when Percy and Annabeth asked him to be the godfather for one of the kids.

thanks for the ask @rashidartt!

YESS!! paul is going to be the BEST grandpa to the percabeth babies. he’s going to love them with his whole heart and be the coolest grandpa ever (cause who needs a greek god when you have THE paul blofis?)

i made a post awhile back, joking about what percy and annabeth would name their son, and i implied that they’re going to give him a “p” name because the baby’s dad and BOTH his paternal grandfathers have “p” names

and you just know that percy and annabeth are going to have a VERY hard time leaving the baby with them for the first time, since he could attract monsters, but i just picture paul having his sword and sally having a literal shotgun and they’re ready to absolutely annihilate anyone or anything that threatens their precious grandbabies.

paul and sally are gonna be the best. grandparents. ever.

[cupid-styles]

WEED/INTOX CONCEPTS IM SO UP !!!!!!

soft plug!h x sunshine reader who buys from him and he has a huge crush on her but shes a little oblivious and he always tries to be extra nice to her and give her more than she paid for in hopes of her talking to him more and maybe one night she buys from him and invites him to stay and maybe smoke w her bc its raining and she feels bad she made him come all the way to her house and they smoke and he cant stop staring at her and its very fluffy and cute

i love down bad plugrry

thoughts?? :D

AWWWW that's so cute :(((( I love the thought of him being a softie!! I actually started writing a plug!y/n blurb awhile ago and I just never finished it, but it was kind of like this where she was just the soft plug instead of him BUT he was still super down bad for her </3333

I'm not sure if the completed blurb will ever see the light of day but here's a little bit of it under the cut!

CWs: weed (obviously) lol

word count: 414

Harry doesn’t actually need any weed.

However, this doesn’t stop him from texting the cute girl who sells nuggets of weed and bundles of shrooms in adorable pastel pink baggies. He met Y/N through friends a few months back — she was roommates with Lena in college and apparently had a knack for making edibles that got you to a smooth high without completely melting your brain. The second she introduced herself to him, with her bright smile and sweet voice, Harry was hooked. 

Stupidly, ridiculously hooked. 

The thing is, Harry doesn’t even like weed that much. He’ll smoke at parties every now and then, but it’s usually just one or two hits from a friend’s joint before he returns to drinking whatever tequila-based cocktail he’s palming in his hand. But she’s so sweet, and cute, and she keeps her drugs in a canvas tote bag that says “support your local public library.” How was Harry not supposed to fall for her?

And yeah, he bought some pre-rolled joints from her a week and a half ago at Mitch and Sarah’s housewarming party — his heart nearly collapsed to his stomach when he saw the adorable strawberry rolling papers she used — but he misses her. It’s dumb, considering they barely know one another, but it’s a Wednesday evening and he can’t stop thinking about the warm scent of her perfume and the pretty, flushed hue of her lips. 

So, he texts her.

Their entire text thread is filled with Harry being stupidly obvious about his feelings for her, thinly veiled by requests for deliveries and pick-ups. Tonight is no different: Hey Y/N, hope you’re having a good week :) do you think I can come pick up tonight?

She replies almost immediately as Harry drums his fingers nervously on his thigh. His stomach dips when he reads her response. Of course!!!!! :) come by whenever ur free ! 

He swallows tightly when she follows it up with another message: also im making veggie pasta if u haven’t eaten dinner yet! I made too much and it never reheats well! you’re more than welcome to it if u’d like :))))

Typically when he buys weed from her, their interactions are far too short for his liking. They engage in friendly small talk and she giggles at whatever bad jokes he makes, but they’ve never actually hung out one-on-one. The thought makes Harry prickle with nerves, but he knows he’d be foolish not to take her up on her offer.

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Hi! I loved your writing about Hyunjin and was wondering if you could write a high school AU where ot8 being a group of popular guys but I would really like if Hyunjin was a softie for the reader who doesn't care about their group at all. THANK YOUU

literally i found this ask so adorable, absolutely!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Popular boy!Hyujin x fem!reader Word count: 2.2k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖 Warning: er lil cringe, >.> Hyunjin's friends is a menaces to society, no smut just high schoolers being idiots, usage of y/n with you, useage of friend name (f/n) and second friend name s/f/n >.>

You were minding your business, simply reading "The Forbidden Daughter" at a small desk in the back of the library, enjoying the silence of a calm Wednesday after school. Then the female library student volunteer squealed, you cringed. Peeking from behind the bookshelf hut you saw them and rolled your eyes, it was always that group of boys at your school, led by their senior friend, Bang Chan.

You knew their names by now, everyone did, even the freshmen did, Bang Chan the senior, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin who your friends called the heart throb artist, Han Jisung, Lee Yongbok, Kim Seungmin the smart one, and the youngest Yang Jeongin the baby sophomore. Being the reserved person you were you ducked back behind your bookshelf hide out and gathered your things, as you were leaving you noticed a book that peaked your interest, "We Were Liars".

You walked over to the shelf it was on and tried to grab it but a long arm reached past you and grabbed it first.

"Hey." You turned. "I was trying to get tha-" You stared up at the boy, he pushed his long bleached blonde hair to the right and examined the book, Hyunjin.

"You wanted this?" He looked down at you. "I got it first soo... no."

Your eye twitched. "I saw it first."

"Ok, Shorty. Prove it." He tilted his head waiting for you to prove you saw it first.

You opened your mouth then closed it, you couldn't prove it. "Can I please have i-"

"Hyunjinnie!" The shrill squeal made you turn.

A short, muscular boy came running, Seo Changbin...

"Oh..." Changbin paused. "Am I interrupting, Da Vinci?" He smirked at you.

"No, not at all." Hyunjin turned to leave.

"I wanted that book." You fumed.

"It's mine now, I'll return it to the library in about 14 days, Shorty." Hyunjin said over his shoulder as he walked away with Changbin.

You grit your teeth and muttered. "Bully."

"Who was that?" Changbin asked Hyunjin as they walked to the other end of the library to catch up with the rest of their group.

"How should I know?" Hyunjin shrugged, looking at the book. "She wanted this book."

Changbin nodded and smirked. "She was pretty cute too.. Why didn't you give it to her in exchange for her number?"

Hyunjin turned to his friend slowly. "Do you want me to beat you with this thing?"

"No, I'm good!" Changbin walked a bit ahead and jumped on Yongbok, who wrestled him off as they walked.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and looked at the book again, smiling to himself, that girl was kind of cute though.

As per your usual routine, after classes the following day you ran to the student lounge and got a snack before heading to the library to finish your work in your quiet corner. Only when you got to your quiet corner, it wasn't so quiet.

You heard someone burst out laughing, a large group began laughing as well and you tensed... It couldn't be. Your eye twitched as you saw not 1 but 9 desks in your quiet corner and seated in 8 of the 9, was Hyunjin and his friends. You turned to leave only to be stopped by the sound of the first laughing boy's voice.

"Hyunjin." Han Jisung's voice made you cringe.

You looked back, you really shouldn't have.

Hyunjin was in a spinning desk, he turned in the direction Jisung had motioned to, which just so happened to be at you.

"Hey Shorty." He smiled, his charmingly full lips curving up. "Where're you going?"

You turned to face the group. "You took my spot, I'm going to find a new one."

"Your spot?" Jisung looked shocked before smiling. "Never saw your name on it."

You bristled.

"I didn't know spot belonged to anyone." Bang Chan said, "Did you know Yongbok?"

"Nope." Yongbok shrugged.

You exhaled slowly. "It's fine." You turned to leave.

"There's another desk." Jeongin smiled. "Join us."

You sucked in a breath. "I prefer quiet."

"We can be quiet." Seungmin said.

Chan covered his face with his hands. "No you can't..."

Lee Minho elbowed him. "We promise we can be quiet. We can even kick out Changbin if you need."

Changbin's mouth fell open in shock and you resisted the urge to giggle.

"I'm alright." You glanced at Hyunjin, who clenched his fist slightly. "I'll go now."

Chan smiled at you. "Bye bye."

You gave a group a small smile that quickly became a wince as you walked away, Hwang Hyunjin... I'm gonna kill you. You fumed as you left the library.

"I think you made her mad Hyunjin." Jisung looked at his friend.

"I agree." Chan shook his head. "You're really bad at this."

"You think she's cute just tell her." Jeongin sighed.

"'Where're you going, Shorty?'" Minho mimicked. "REAL smooth."

Hyunjin covered his face. "I wasn't thinking, thanks."

"When do you ever?" Seungmin said looking at his phone.

Hyunjin flung a folder at him. Seungmin stood to throw the folder back.

Chan looked at the two, "Sit down before I smack you both."

"Anyway." Seungmin sat fixing his shirt. "I was going to say why not appeal to stuff she likes. If I were you, I'd ask her to read that book with you." He motioned to the book in front of Hyunjin, he was only about 4 chapters in anyway.

"Have you read it before?" Hyunjin asked.

"Mhm. Real sad, heart throb, I highly recommend." Seungmin said looking at his phone again.

Hyunjin hummed, "Alright."

You tried to eat your lunch quickly that Monday to avoid the group of boys that got all the girls in the lunchroom squealing. But of course, you ended up at the end of the line and resigned yourself to sitting with your two friends, f/n and s/f/n for the rest of the lunch period. The gym doors opened across the field, you could see through the large glass windows on the right side of the lunchroom, as students filed in through the glass doors the squeals started as Chan and Changbin walked by.

You rolled your eyes as your friend shook you at the sight of Han Jisung. You continued reading "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" for the 6th time, your other friend grabbed your face and made you look up whispering in your ear. "Hyunjin is looking at you."

You made a face and kept reading.

f/n pointed at herself while looking at someone in Hyunjin's direction, you tensed, please no. She stood and walked over to the group an you hesitantly looked up from your book, Hyunjin and Jisung were talking to her.

s/f/n shook you in surprise, "What if Hyunjin was looking at f/n AND NOT YOU!!??"

You squeezed your book, it didn't bother you... it didn't make you jealous, how old were you? five? You bit your lip. "Good for her."

f/n rejoined you at the table and s/f/n grabbed her. "What did Hyunjin ask you?!"

f/n opened her mouth but looked at Hyunjin and closed it.

"What?" You looked at her before looking at Hyunjin, who quickly turned away.

You rolled your eyes and continued with the rest of your day, after school you noticed no one was in your little corner, so they'd taken a hint. You sat at your desk, starting to read again, when 5pm came around you decided to leave, as you walked around the campus you noticed the art room door was left ajar.

You peeked in and saw Hyunjin, his hair pulled back, paintbrush in hand, he bit his lip as if deep in thought then stroked the canvas gently. You stared at him and felt your facing getting hot. Why were you even staring? It's nothing you hadn't seen before, Hyunjin looking hot. Simple... You turned to leave and your elbow bumped the door. Shit...

Hyunjin looked up his eyes met yours and for a brief moment you saw panic in his eyes before turning away, "What are you doing here?"

"I was... passing by..." You said slowly.

He set the paint brush down and stood.

"AH!" You shouted making him freeze. "Stay over there." You said quietly, still facing away from the door so he wouldn't see your face.

"Shorty-"

"Don't call me that." you hissed.

"Why shouldn't I?" You heard him walking to you and tensed.

"Didn't I say 'Stay over there'?" You tried to walk away but he obviously had longer strides than you and you squeaked as he draped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head, if noy for your backpack he would've been so much closer.

"I can only follow one thing you say at a time, y/n." He held the book, "We Were Liars" in front of you. "It's this or I call you Shorty, your pick, though, if you add another instruction I can do both anyway."

"What type of logic is tha-" You scanned the title of the book and grabbed for it.

He held it up and out of your reach and you turned, nearly chest to chest with him reaching for the book. "No. It's mine." he smirked down at you.

"Give it." You said through grit teeth.

He smiled and brought the book to your reach, you grabbed it and gasped as he patted your head. "Shorty."

"Don't call m-" You started.

He grabbed the book again.

"Hwang Hyunj-"

"Pick one." He said looking down at you.

You pursed your lips and grabbed the book. "Bully." You muttered.

"I was hoping you could read it with me." He said, looking away.

You blushed slightly as you saw the tips of his ears going red. "You've had it for three days-"

"I'm only on Chapter 4, catch up Shorty. I'll see you in your book hut tomorrow?" He went back into the art room and grabbed his bag.

"Uh... Yeah." You hugged the book.

Hyunjin smiled at you as he left the art room and you turned to watch him go. When you sat in your bed to read the book, you opened to the first page and on a sticky note was a doodle of a very tall stick figure and a very short one, written beneath it, was a phone number.

When Hyunjin rounded the corner out of the arts hall he pursed his lips at the sight of his friends.

Changbin was wrapped in Minho's arms making his voice high and squeaky. "Give it!"

Minho handed him an imaginary book and smiled patting his head, "Shorty."

Chan smiled. "Real smooth."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

You and Hyunjin began talking more often, even after you finished the book, you would sit reading in the art room while he doodled or painted, you even went out with him and his friends occasionally.

After you read the entirety of "The School for Good and Evil", Hyunjin made his intentions clearer than before. Buying the snacks you liked and leaving little drawings on sticky notes on your desk in the library if he didn't go to see you.

Your friends were constantly telling you he had to be into you.

Thing 1(f/n) 06:56pm There is NO WAY you don't think he likes you

Thing 2(s/f/n) 06:56pm HE LEFT A DRAWING OF A FLOWER FOR YOU YOU IDIOT HE LOVES YOU

You 06:57pm NUH UH

Thing 1 06:57pm YUH HUH

Thing 2 06:57pm oh lord... 😭

You rolled your eyes and put your phone down picking up "The False Prince", your eyes flicked to your phone as it buzzed, Hyunjin had texted you.

Hyunjinnie👹 06:58pm Hey, are you home rn?

You 06:58pm Yeah why?

Hyunjinnie👹 06:58pm Come outside rq.

You muttered to yourself and grabbed your jacket, heading outside. Hyunjin smiled at you as you came out, "I wanted to..." He cleared his throat and held out a gift.

You tilted your head. "For me?"

He nodded, his ears pink. "I thought you would really like it, considering its history."

You opened the wrapping and smiled fondly at a copy of "We Were Liars", "Hyunjin you shouldn't have."

"I wanted to." He smiled, glancing at a car.

You looked at the car seeing someone who looked very similar to Changbin ducking under the window. You looked up at Hyunjin, "Really?"

He smiled sheepishly, "Back up and emotional support."

"Emotional support?" You raised a brow.

"I don't think you will..." He said softly, "But just in case you say no."

"No to what?" You asked.

"I like you." Hyunjin whispered. "I like you a lot, Shorty."

You stared up at him.

"I would like it a lot.. if you went out with me. So will you?" His ears were a deep red color.

You giggled and jumped on him hugging him tightly. "Yes Hyunjin."

The following Monday, you and your friends were studying in the library.

"Why are you so bubbly?" f/n asked you.

"Yeah, you seem so upbeat." s/f/n said, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I-" You started.

You looked up as f/n's mouth flopped open. Hyunjin walked into your little corner in the library and set down a snack for you before kissing you on the cheek. He smiled at the book on your desk. "Looks interesting. You should read it with me."

Jisung and Jeongin poked their heads into the book corner, they smiled and waved at you before grabbing Hyunjin and leaving.

s/f/n looked at you. "You've got some explaining to do."

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Thursday

Belated Valentines because I had no time on Wednesday lol

(Adopted Dadmas au)

"Move it, junior!" barked a man from Longstump. He all but shouldered Jak aside in the market, headed for the vehicle pit.

Jak glowered at his retreating back and rubbed his arm. "You move it," he grumbled.

Daxter stretched to peer over Jak's head and whistled. "Is it me, or is it crowded in the pit today?"

"It's...pretty crowded," Jak agreed. "What's got them all rattled?"

"Hot sale on sand?" Daxter drawled.

"Bro."

"Yeah yeah, it's everywhere. But it is a hot sale, huh? Huh?"

"Bro." Jak grimaced in disgust.

The ottsel sighed. "No one appreciates my wit."

Rolling his eyes, Jak tossed a tomango from hand to hand before tucking it into his scarf. They passed the forges and the armor shops on Smithy Row, and turned towards the Arena. There weren't supposed to be any trials until later in the afternoon, yet the sounds of combat rang out beyond the steps. Jak took the stairs two at a time and, on a whim, headed for the ring.

Daxter grumbled about the sudden change from shade to blinding sunlight, and pulled the edge of Jak's scarf over his face for relief. Jak shrugged as he stepped onto the floating platform. Instead of letting it take him down to the Arena, he bent his knees, tensed, and sprang.

Fingers caught the edge of one of the support beams, and his momentum launched him up over it, kicking off for more height, to the stone forming the viewing box from which Damas presided over trials. His boot toes caught the most meager of ledges, but it was enough. Before gravity had a chance to wrap its greedy fingers around him, Jak hauled himself up to the next handhold. It was just enough for him to hook his wrist over the edge of the balcony and roll up and onto the platform.

As he'd halfway suspected, his father -- stars, it felt good to be able to say that, even in his head -- had "clocked in" to monitor the battles despite it being off schedule. Damas raised one brow as Jak casually arranged himself into a cross-legged position.

He lifted his tomango in Damas’s direction half in greeting and half in a playful toast.

"Hey," he said cheerfully. Then he bit into the fruit, causing Daxter to leap out of the way of spraying juice.

"Aw yuck!" Daxter shook his ears out and scurried into the shade. "Say it, don't spray it!"

"We have doors, son," Damas remarked, but there was an undercurrent of amusement in his voice.

"Eh." Jak took another bite of the red-orange fruit and spoke around a mouthful of tangy flesh under a surprising sweet peel. "It's too crowded. Same as the garages. What's the deal, Pá? Some kind of relic hunt going on? They get a tip on the stuff for the Forest Site?"

Damas looked at him for a moment as though he wasn't quite certain if Jak was being serious or not. The twitch of his left ear seemed to herald a thought, and he lifted a hand to tug at his upper lip.

"Ah," he said at last, "I sometimes forget that Haven doesn't celebrate Heart Day as Wastelanders do."

"Heart...day?" Jak repeated in confusion.

"It's a courtship ritual," Damas explained, a little awkwardly. "Forgive me if this is...less than detailed. I have not participated in one in an...undisclosed number of years, and I did not think I would need to explain it so soon."

Daxter's ears perked up. "Courtship, you say? Ah-ha! I knew you had to be big ol' softies at heart!"

He rubbed his paws together in anticipation.

"So, juicy details: let's have 'em! My bubbly bar-queen beauty is languishing in Haven without me, and I wanna make an impression when we come back!"

He hopped up onto the arm of the throne and leaned forward eagerly.

"So what is it? Flowers? Chocolates? Chocolate flowers?"

"Metalhead hearts, actually," Damas said bluntly. "The fresher the better. So if you want to do this right, you'll have to wait until you're at the city gates before you carve out the heart you want to give the young spy."

With an almighty squawk of disgust, Daxter tipped off the throne and hit the floor.

He lay there for a few seconds, winded, then raised an index finger.

"Methinks," he said, "this advice was meant for Jak. Not me."

Damas nodded sagely. "He's not wrong you know, Jak, this applies to you, too."

Jak wiped sticky fingers on his scarf and stared blankly at his father.

Don't say it, don't say it, please don't say it- he silently pleaded.

"You know-"

Noooooo-

"The young mechanic could probably make use of a metalhead heart, don't you think, son?" Damas asked. Only the twinkle in his eye gave away his mischief. "The aorta makes for a very effective wire insulator."

Jak flushed as red as a tomango. "I-! It's, it's not like that, we're-! We're friends!"

A smirk spread across the king’s face, the smile of a hunter spotting weakness.

"Oh, of course. Friends. My mistake. Tell me, how goes her research?"

He leaned back and his smile grew as Jak launched into an animated description of Keira's search for the catacombs. As if he didn't know his boy was spending at least an hour every few nights talking with the sage's daughter -- poor girl -- on his talk-box.

"-gonna have to make more drones, of course, because that nutcase Veger's force fields fried some. If I could just find one of her old Scout Flies, I know that would work better, but I'd have to rob the museum to get one and we have a lifetime ban from it anyway and-"

"You have a lifetime ban," Daxter corrected, "I'm not the one who punched a tour guide for misattributing the origin of Scout Flies and keeping our a-grav zoomer behind glass-"

"It's not theirs!" Jak fumed, "Keira built that! It's hers! And maybe kind of mine, because I'm the one who drives!"

He looked up and caught the twinkle in his father's eyes.

Belatedly, he realized that he wasn't helping his case. Damas was grinning at him like the cabbit that got the canegret. Rot it all.

With a groan of defeat, Jak put his head into one hand. "....are there any whose parts you can use in anti-grav stuff?"

Damas tilted his head back and hummed thoughtfully. "Off the top of my head? Ginsus and Metalbats, but we don't have those out here. Their wings were never strong enough to carry them over the ocean. Metaljackets are an option -- in fact, we've been getting reports from Seem that there may be a hive of them in the sealed levels of the Temple. I can deal with that later."

Daxter cringed. "Least it's not spiders," he offered. "If there's metalhead spiders in there, you're gonna have to burn the place to the ground and fake your death. It's the only way to be sure."

"Dax really hates spiders," Jak agreed. He blinked and snapped his fingers. "Hey, what about those blue scout metalheads that hang around the forest? Y'know, I've seen them a lot, but they've never attacked us?"

Damas leaned forward with interest. "Grunt dragons! I haven't seen one in years! It's funny that they should have a name like "dragon" and yet be completely harmless. I actually rode on one as a boy once. My parents were furious."

Daxter looked quickly from Jak to Damas and back again. He saw the moment the idea took hold. Eyes narrowed, he turned back to Damas.

"Whatever happens now," he warned, "I just want you to know that you brought this on yourself."

[rachelsfav-queer]

Wends giving this to Yoko

Oh gods yeah!!

Wednesday gives this to Yoko as a bit of a joke gift but when the vampire sees it, she bursts out into tears and hugs Wednesday super tight. Yoko thanks the raven profusely and kisses her hard so many times. Wednesday herself decides not to tell Yoko her original intention with the cake and instead begins crying along with Yoko as she realizes once again how utterly blessed she is to be with her girlfriends.

Enid comes out to see her girlfriends hugging and crying and is confused for a moment before she sees the cake and chuckles lightly. To everyone else, she seems like the big hearted one in the trio, but Wednesday and Yoko are the two biggest softies she knows.

The werewolf steps close and wraps her arms around both her girls, embracing their cold bodies with her warm body. She kisses them both on their foreheads and whispers gently, “My girls.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: you are worth dying for

Wednesday: am I worth killing for?

Y/N: yes. you are beautiful, amazing

Wednesday: what?

Y/N: the most intelligent young woman I’ve met

Wednesday: you’re scaring me. I’m not use to compliments. Insult me! Now!

Y/N: uh…pigtails were never in style?

Wednesday: that’s much better

[dragon-chica]

Kent the Siren - Siren Song (Blurb)

Fandom: Wednesday

Because Kent is pretty, he is a good boy, and there is not enough about him. Himbo priveledges for Kent, he's pretty, a good hunky boy, goofy and kinda dumb, and a respectful softie. I believe in this.

Sirens often get a bad rap for their abilities, even with their amulets. Kent has seen first hand how it can affect a relationship with non-Sirens.

It's not something he had thought to worry about until Bianca pointed it out. Granted, she was just trying to be helpful, she didn't want him to go through the same heartache and feeling of betrayal that she did, especially with his soft heart.

His excitement of dating you, happy-go-lucky to be at your side, quickly turned to worry. Luckily Divina reminded him that you've never seemed worried about him possibly manipulating you before.

"I would never do that!" He's honest, the most he ever did was use his Siren charm by accident during pranks as a kid.

"We know that, but that doesn't mean they wont expect you to. Or accuse you of it." Bianca's words stung. Even if she wasn't trying to.

He was on edge after that, he would never make you do anything or use you, but was now worried he would make you think that. And when he overheard your friend asking you, a dreaded question, that his stomach really drops.

"What if he doesn't really like you? Like, what if he's just made you think you like him and you're happy together? He's pretty charming even with the necklace." Your friend's tone is a mix of wanting juicy gossip and concern but it hardly registers while Kent's going through all the stages of grief thinking about Xavier and Bianca.

He only catches the tail end of you telling them to quit trying to start problems and that "Kent's too sweet for your shit and games, leave him- us out of it."

You cross the quad in a huff, linking your arm with his and spinning him to head the other way. There's a pout on your lips and you're still grumbling about 'Harpy's never minding their own business.'

You're pressed against him, head resting on his warm bicep and still pretty miffed when his phone pings a text from Divina.

"I got the whole thing on video 👍👀"

[videovamptramp]

i swear i don’t remember who i was before you painted all my nights

wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy bc i’m a slut for jealous wednesday <3, minor unconsensual touching [some guy just puts his hand on ur back but still a warning], mutual pinning, wednesday being a bit of a softy for you

//

wednesday addams isn’t particularly good at saying how she feels. in fact, it’s very rare that wednesday feels anything at all. sure, she’s not a sociopath, but she doesn’t feel things like most girls her age do. though, when wednesday met you, there was a different feeling she’s never felt before. you showed up to nevermore in the winter; wearing a black oversized jacket, and a black mini dress (that left very little to the imagine), with a pair of black doc martens. you’re hair pushed behind your ears; your bangs— god, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. the first thing that attracted wednesday to you was the fact that you weren’t wearing any color. yet, when she saw you the next day wearing a pair of dark, distressed denim shorts, and a nude long sleeved crop top, it was surprising to herself that she still was attracted to you.

wednesday isn’t used to feeling any sort of attraction to anyone. in fact, she mostly feels nothing above tolerance for everyone around her. yet, as soon as you smiled at her, she knew she was screwed. insecurity was something wednesday rarely ever felt, yet she couldn’t bring herself to approach you. though, she didn’t have to worry about that, because you approached her on the second day of you being here, complimenting her doc martens and her hair. she blurts out a blunt thank you, and the blush coating her cheeks causes you to smile. you immediately take a liking to wednesday; her grumpy attitude, and her all black clothing… she was absolutely beautiful.

it doesn’t take long for you and wednesday to start hanging out nonstop. you’re always either in her and enid’s room (watching her type away on her typewriter), or you’re hanging with her under the large oak tree. the best part is, wednesday doesn’t care about you talking her ear off. she listens to every word you say, and she remembers every detail about you. one day, after you and wednesday had been friends for a month, you lay your head in her lap as she sits under the tree with you in the grass. she looks down at you, catching your wide eyed gaze. you’re staring at her with a look of pure adoration, and wednesday can feel her heart flutter in her chest.

you reach up, and take the hair ties off of her to braids, and wednesday furrows her brows as you sit up slightly in order to undo her braids. your eyes are sparkling as her wavy raven hair falls free, she feels a wave of panic wash over her. she’s never let anyone touch her hair. yet, here she is getting lost in your giant eyes, “your hair is beautiful. you’re beautiful.” you admit, and you blush as you look away. “quanto sei innegabilmente dolce (how undeniably sweet you are).” wednesday says simply, and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. “what does that mean?” you ask shyly, and she doesn’t respond, the blood rising to her cheeks.

“what are you two up to?!” enid asks excitedly as she bounces up to you two. wednesday looks up, glaring at her roommate. “ooo your hair looks so pretty!” enid adds, and you smile. “see. i told you.” you wink at wednesday, and her face feels as if it’s on fire. wednesday doesn’t know what might’ve happened if enid hadn’t interrupted that evening, but she wishes she did. you two continue to have moments as the months go on; not enough for you to say something about it, but certainly enough to make the butterflies in your belly repopulate at a rapid pace.

you two seem to develop a routine; every day after school you two would be conjoined at the hip. you were always looking for her everywhere, and no matter where she went, you were by her side. it didn’t take long for people to catch on. enid especially; she would always gush about how cute you two were, and how cute you two would be together. it made you blush ferociously every time. the truth was, you had so many feelings for wednesday, but you had no idea how she felt about you. there were moments where you’d think you’d know, but they were never enough to know for sure.

wednesday sighs in frustration as she watches you stare at yourself in the full length mirror of your shared room with yoko. you have changed your outfit three times, and each time you come out looking more beautiful than the last, yet you still were unsatisfied. “i think maybe i should wear the short shorts instead—“ you try to finish your sentence, but as you turn around wednesday is standing directly behind you. you’re face to face. “why are you changing so many times? you look fine in this.” she says, eyeing the shoulderless romper you’re wearing. it was extremely short, and she had been staring at your backside since you’ve walked out.

“i just… i want to look good at this party, and i don’t feel pretty enough in anything i own.” you confess, and wednesday scowls. “that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard. you look pretty in everything.” she blurts out simply. your cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink that wednesday has ever seen, and her own cheeks heat up. you blink a few times, “y—you think i look pretty?” you ask timidly, and wednesday rolls her eyes. “i think you always look pretty.” she retorts in a truthful manner. you tuck a strand of your perfectly curled hair behind your ear as you glance down at the converse you’re wearing. “i think you always look pretty too, wednesday.” you confess, and she feels something strange in her stomach. as if her organs are about to burst inside of her. you look into her eyes, and it’s like time stops.

yoko bursts through the door, interrupting and causing wednesday to turn her head, shooting daggers at the taller girl with her eyes. “oh you look hot! you should totally wear that brown fur coat you have with that.” yoko says, and you smirk as you reach for the coat that was already on the back of the desk chair. “great minds think alike.” you wink at your roommate and she laughs. “you coming this time wednesday?” yoko questions, and wednesday rolls her eyes. “i would much rather die than go to a place full of intoxicated heathens.” she states, and you flash her the biggest puppy eyes on the planet. “but you have to come! it’s my first party since i moved here, and i want my favorite person there with me.” you pout, and wednesday can feel her heart rate picking up.

she’s your favorite person. there’s a sense of pride that washes over her due to the revelation. “very well. i’ll go. but only because you asked me to, now stop looking at me like that.” she commands, and you immediately light up, smiling widely as you squeal. you pull her into a tight hug that lasts two seconds before you gasp and remember how much wednesday hates physical contact. “i’m sorry! i got too excited.” you apologize as you pull away. wednesday has a serious look on her face, “you may embrace me whenever you’d like. my rules do not apply to you.” she clarifies, and yoko’s eyes go as wide as saucers. “in that case… i want another one right now.” you admit, and wednesday’s cheeks turn crimson red as you wrap your arms around her again. the smell of your girly perfume and mint shampoo filling her senses in the best way. her heart is pounding, and she wonders if you can feel it.

“ugh! can you guys please stop being so disgustingly cute? i want to actually go to the party and see how hot divina looks, not sit here and watch you two flirt.” she comments seriously, and you pull away, a deep scarlet coated flush on your nose and cheek bones. “sorry, ko. i can’t help it, have you seen her?” you ask, gesturing towards wednesday who looked as if she were mentally about to combust. yoko laughs wildly at the shorter girls expression, “i think you broke her.” your roommate determines, and you giggle as you put your coat on. you eye wednesday who’s wearing a large black coat, zipped up and hiding the outfit she was wearing underneath. her fishnets compliment her docs perfectly, and her hair was done in her usual two braids. you couldn’t help but think she looks completely gorgeous as usual.

“we’re ready. come on, cutie.” you declare as you reach for wednesday’s hand, but pause midway. “may i hold your hand, wednesday?” you ask hopefully, and your eyes are optimistic, her heart is staggering. “yes.” she answers, and you interlock your fingers with hers, and her skin sparks at the touch. you begin leading her to the door where yoko was standing, and she gets lost in her thoughts about you as you and yoko begin conversation. “enid just left with ajax after we finished getting ready. she told me to come get you.” yoko explains as you all walk out of the bedroom. “are you excited for your first nevermore party?” yoko inquires eagerly, and you nod enthusiastically, “yes! back in my city our parties always got a little too crazy. i’m hoping that isn’t the case here.” you reveal, and yoko giggles. “you’re partying with a bunch of teenage, supernatural, hormonal beings. it’s bound to get a little crazy.” your roommate reveals, and you laugh.

“well at least i’ll have you there with me.” you tell wednesday, and the blood rises to her face for the dozenth time this evening. “i’m only going because of you.” wednesday grumbles, making you smile widely. “i need you there!” you admit, and wednesday rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance as you all walk away from the school and into the woods. it only takes about ten minutes to get there, and as soon as you do you can hear the music and see a bunch of students from school dancing and mingling. “hey yoko! over here!” divina calls out, and yoko’s face turns osy pink as she looks over at you and wednesday. “i’m gonna go talk to divina. i’ll be back.” the taller girl says, and you smirk, nodding at your friend whilst also knowing she probably won’t be back anytime soon.

wednesday glances around, her upper lip curling up in disdain. she hates parties. though when she looks at you, you’re looking at her with a soft smile. “don’t worry, we can make an escape after drinking a bit of the punch, okay?” you suggest, and wednesday looks at you in confusion. “you want to leave early? why? i thought you wanted to be here.” wednesday states, and you shrug. “i honestly just wanted to see you at a party. i thought it would be fairly entertaining. but i mostly just wanted to hang out with you.” you reveal shyly, and wednesday swears her heart might beat out of her chest. she stares into your eyes, and finds no ounce of dishonesty. she opens her mouth to respond, but enid interrupts before she can get any words out. “hey guys!” the blonde exclaims, and your smile lights up the entire forest, wednesday thinks. “hey e! this is really cute. i love the lights.” you say as you look around at all the hanging lights on trees. “thanks! xavier and ajax helped with the lights!” enid explains, and you smile.

“well it turned out awesome!” you respond just as cheerfully as the blonde. wednesday scowls. your roommates are continuously interrupting potential moments with you for her, and it was starting to frustrate the shorter girl to no end. enid shifts her gaze in order to look at wednesday, smirking at her, “i knew you’d show up! you’ve been secretly dying to see how fun these parties are!“ enid declares, and wednesday flashes her a murderous expression, “i came for y/n.” wednesday says simply, and your heart rate speeds up a bit as she admits it so casually. god, she has you feeling crazy. “you guys are so cute!” enid practically fawns over you two and you look down at your shoes and smile sheepishly.

“use that word associated with me again, and you’ll have to sleep with one eye open.” the raven haired girl states seriously, and you giggle. “you are a cutie though. i’ll go get us some drinks! try not to threaten enid anymore until i come back.” you joke, and before wednesday can follow you, you’re making your way past a hoard of students and towards the portable drink cooler. enid smirks as she watches wednesday’s gaze never leave you. “so, are you finally going to make a move tonight?” enid asks her roommate, causing wednesday to turn around and shoot the slightly taller girl a deadly glower with her eyes.

“what are you going on about now?” wednesday asks, and enid shrugs. “i’m just saying, tonight would be a perfect time to make a move on her. you know… kiss her, or maybe tell her how you feel.” the blonde elaborates, and wednesday sucks in a sharp breath. “how i feel?” she questions uncertainly, and enid flashes her a look that says “are you serious”. wednesday looks over at you, and she sees you’re now speaking to one of the lacrosse players. what she doesn’t realize is the boy drunkenly started speaking to you after seeing how short your romper was. wednesday can’t tell you’re being polite out of nervousness, not because you actually want to speak with this boy.

the look on wednesday’s face is unrecognizable; she usually looks as if she wants to hurt someone, but the way she’s looking at this boy… it genuinely scares enid. “why is he standing so close to her? and why is she laughing at what he’s saying? does she know him?” wednesday begins to ask a number of questions, and enid shakes her head. “that’s jeremy from the lacrosse team. i have second period with him… i don’t think y/n’s ever spoken to him a day in her life.” enid explains, and wednesday’s belly burns as she witnesses him place his hand on your lower back, making her fists clench. enid can see the uncomfortable expression on your face, and you glance over at wednesday, who is too busy burning holes in this guys side profile to notice the look you’re giving her.

“you should go save your girl. now.” enid insists as she pushes wednesday in your direction. wednesday stalks over to you, and your eyes light up at the grumpy girls presence. “if you want to keep that hand i suggest you take it off her. now.” wednesday interrupts you both, and jeremy’s annoying smile falls. he pulls his hand away from you, and looks at wednesday who is giving him the death stare. “what do you want wednesday? isn’t this place a little outside of your scene?” he asks, “wouldn’t you have more fun at the cemetery? or the morgue?” he snickers at his own joke and you feel your blood boil.

“and wouldn’t you have more fun talking to someone who actually wants to talk to you? because if you couldn’t tell, i don’t. i came with wednesday, and i’d like to keep it that way.” you say certainly, and jeremy’s face falls. you see rage flicker in his eyes for a second, before he calms down. “whatever. you’re not even that hot anyways. have fun with your goth girlfriend, bitch.” he hisses as he tries to walk away, but wednesday trips him, causing him to fall on the ground with a loud “oof”.b he tries to stand up but wednesday pushes him down onto his back easily. he looks up at, his face full of shock and confusion, but the small amount of fear in his eyes is what gets wednesday’s blood rushing as a type of anger that she’s never felt hits her like a tsunami. “i’m only going to say this once, and never again, so i suggest you tell your friends and anyone else who will listen… y/n is mine and if i ever see your grubby hands anywhere near her, i will cut them off. where do you think i got thing from?” she asks him, as she towers over him, and his eyes well up with fear as soon she lifts her boot to step on his chest with just enough pressure to keep him down.

“do you understand me, or shall i threaten you in cave man so your tiny brain can comprehend?” she repeats, and you feel your mouth go dry as you stare at her with a look of shock. your blood is scorching, and jeremy nods rapidly before wednesday removes her boot off his chest. as soon as she allows him to get up, he scurries away. your cheeks are on fire, and you notice a crowd of students staring at you both, watching the scene unfold with interest. “wednesday—“ you start but as soon as she notices the way people are staring, she glares at you. “this is exactly why i don’t come to parties.” she hisses and you frown as she begins to walk away.

“wednesday wait!” you try as you rush to catch up with her while she storms away from the crowded area. she walks faster in order to get away from you, and you huff, “you can’t seriously be upset at me about that! i didn’t do anything!“ you exclaim and wednesday comes to a terse halt, nearly causing you to bump into her. she turns around and looks at you, as if she’s seeing right into your soul. you’re stood in place, your arms folded over your chest and the clouds of each of your breaths is the only thing between you two. “exactly, you didn’t do anything! except laugh at his stupid jokes and allow him to touch you!” she expresses angrily, and you offer her a look of disbelief.

“i allowed him to do no such thing! he just touched me, wednesday. i didn’t know how to react so i laughed! it’s a nervous thing!” you raise your voice and she opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, you continue. “and if you would have taken your eyes off him for two seconds, you would have noticed that i was signaling for you the entire time.” you add, and wednesday purses her lips. “i should go back and cut his fingers off.” she tries to sound blunt, trying her hardest to hide the absolute rage she feels, but you can hear it clear as day. you sigh, shaking your head. “it’s okay. i mean, it’s not okay, but if i had you cut off every persons finger who’s touched me without my permission… well, you’d have a whole collection of fingers.” you joke, and wednesday stares at you.

“i want to be the only person on this awful planet who is allowed to touch you. with your permission of course.” wednesday confesses, and time stands still for a moment as wednesday looks at you. “you always have permission. you’re my wednesday.” you tell her gently as you reach for her hand. you play with her fingers, keeping your gaze on her rings and causing her breath to hitch as you do so. “did you mean what you said to jeremy? that i’m yours?” you ask gently as your eyes wander to hers, “yes… i know i’m not very well with emotions, but when i’m around you, i feel as though my wretched heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest and right into your hands. i want you to be mine. mine to touch. mine to kiss. mine to cherish. you deserve be loved properly. i could love you properly.” wednesday’s words cause your heart to palpitate rapidly, and wednesday glances down at your lips for a moment, before meeting your soft eyes again.

“i’m already yours wednesday.” you assure her certainly. she’s searching your face for any signs of dishonesty, and you’re staring back at her intently. “kiss me.” you insist, your hand still playing with hers, and she doesn’t think twice before she leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips. though it’s short, you still feel a burning sensation against your mouth, and your heart is nearly racing out of your chest. “again.” you request, and she kisses you again, this time longer. the butterflies in your belly erupt, as if they’re repopulating inside of you. when she pulls away, her cheeks are crimson red and her eyes are staring into your soul.

“that was… nice.” she states simply, and you smile widely, knowing that was a very good compliment coming from wednesday addams. “it was. we should do it again.” you tease, your cheeks flushing pink, and she stands up straight, interlocking her fingers with yours. “how about now?” she asks you, and you giggle, leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “let’s go back to your room. we can watch frankenstein, and you can kiss me as much as you please.” you suggest, and wednesday can feel all of the puzzle pieces of her heart clicking into place as you begin to lead her in the direction of the boarding school.

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a/n: i can’t believe some of you actually liked my last wednesday x fem reader fic 🥺 i’m going to start uploading more on here!!

[02zhoonie]

sorting enha into my college dorm houses because i can and i will ! and i based college bf! heeseung off of my own college dorm experiences and now i can’t stop thinking about it okay bye

i guess this is also my enhypen college au! lore LOL

(not using the actual house names for obvious reasons)

yellow house:

jungwon

this house is full of leaders and so of course jungwon is here. not the college dorm president but head of the dorm events committee and he does a damn good job every time. everyone loves his events and he’s always receptive to feedback to make it better. outside of his leadership role, everyone in his house babies him because he’s cute but they all still respect his drive to get the job done. though he’s an overall college dorm leader and not a house leader, the house captains usually depend on him for advice from an outside perspective. in my prime this house was my second favourite (besides my own hehe). he’s always studying in the student lounge and gets disturbed by the rest of the boys from time to time.

purple house:

heeseung

ranked first place college dorm eye candy. obviously he’s basketball team captain but also dabbles in a bunch of other sports as well (annoyingly good at all of them). performs once in a while at the showcase or open mic events, either as lead singer or pianist in a band. he was quiet and unassuming when he first entered but the minute alcohol entered his system at his first drinking session his housemates started to realise how insane and goofy this man was. is the life of the party. everyone always knows when he’s otw to the club cos he’s already bright red from pregaming alone. has his whole pc set-up on his desk, got noise complaints from yelling too loudly while gaming in first year. most probably vapes.

jaeyun

this house is the party house. hence why jaeyun is house captain. okay no but genuinely i think he has house captain vibes is it just me. mr fast reflexes plays dodgeball competitively and i take no arguments on that, i just think he’ll be hella good for that and football but it’s kinda a dead sport in my dorm so we don’t talk about it. football would probably be him just fucking around with his friends while dodge is something he’ll take more seriously. he’s a kind hearted softie who’s always ready to give advice to those who need it which is why he got voted as house captain but also always down to have a good fucking time which is also why he got voted. drinks most often but is extremely lightweight and somehow always hitting the club with his housemates every wednesday.

riki

i honestly debated where to put riki cos i felt that he would fit in anywhere but this house has the best dancers and therefore he is here. future dance captain, did his first open style choreo class like 6 weeks into the semester and everyone died because it was so hard but also the choreography was so good. legendary first year choreographer for showcase, does kpop performances for fun and gets the loudest cheers when he’s in the center. so ya he’s still and always will be the dance prodigy. doesn’t play sports much but got convinced to play basketball for inter-house championship (and the house won obviously with these three on the team LOL), busier with the uni wide dance team ngl.

red house:

sunoo

house with the most TEA. and i just know sunoo is the best gossiper out there. social butterfly, gambles as a social event more than liking the game itself. always signing up for a performance event whether he’ll be singing or dancing or BOTH LOL. if you ever need someone in your item, you look for him. this house is the house that is very active but keeps within themselves the most but sunoo is the one who basically has friends from every house while still keeping the close knit vibe. the boys drinking and tea spilling sess goes crazy i know, and he always has the most detailed stories. probably knows everything about everyone. marketing head of the students committee because he just connections everywhere. very well liked and very resourceful, also probably down for supper if you asked.

blue house:

jongseong

not me putting my biases in MY house. okay but for good reason. also house captain like jaeyun and they giggle like besties every time the house captains meet up to discuss things even when it’s serious (totally not based on my real life friendships) more serious and straightforward and he will get shit done no questions asked. (he’s here because he reminds me of my senior LMAO.) the one unafraid of calling others out on their bullshit when they don’t do their jobs properly. loves his house deeply, fiercely and openly and tries his best to make sure that everyone feels safe and accounted for which is the house culture he wants to maintain. never pushes any one to win things, would rather they have fun instead. his silly side comes out more with his close friends because he feels the need to maintain an image around others. ate up the hiphop item at the showcase though. sings casually when he can too. dedicated house shef and his housemates are always lined up for his food cause it tastes way better than what the dining hall serves.

sunghoon

second place college dorm eye candy. only after seung because he chooses to be less visible. the type of pretty face that people look at but no one dares to actually pursue him. the house gives him the ability to the loud and crazy person he is while also having the down time for himself to recharge. always at the gym, basically has his own regular gym booking time slot. the protein powder in the pantry is most definitely his. makes 02z pose for gym thirst traps on ig story with him. no interest in joining any dorm committee but knows all the drama that goes down because he’s friends with basically the entire student government body. illegally owns a fridge also illegally the dorm alcohol supplier. gets dragged along to the club once in a while if jaeyun is really persistent, it’s when his craziest side jumps out. likes to tease jongseong in the house group chat while still being a massive team player and his best confidant.

[godofdystopia]

Wednesday Addams does not like Rainbows... yet

So guess who just finished the first season of Wednesday and is jumping on the Wenclair bandwagon feet first? This guy, that’s who!

In truth, i was probably going to write something like this anyway because there's so much shipping potential in Wednesday: Larissa x Morticia, Larissa x Morticia x Gomes, Wenclair (obviously) and so much more. Then i saw a prompt by @pass1onfru1t that i said to myself “Hey, i could do that!”

So behold my first wenclair fanfic, expect more to come

In this short little number: Wednesday is completely head over heels for her cute and bubbly roommate and would do anything for her, but wearing something rainbow patterned? Yes, but only after complaining. Enid is despondent for reasons Wednesday doesn't understand and will have to learn what this whole Pride thing is about.

Bianca and Yoko aren’t paid enough for this shit.

Word count: 3.4k, told you it was a short one

Wednesday Addams typed away, working on her grand novel. She had to beat Mary Shelly and she would. Yes, her original plan for the novel was drastically differed from the current version she was writing, on account of how back when she first started she hadn’t yet fought a Hyde, a resurrected human supremacist wizard from the colonial days, his necromancer of a descendant, and the grand conspiracy/revenge plot that led to a dozen deaths and the near burning of Nevermore.

Life just sometimes worked out that way.

She slowly set the current scene: The protagonist had finally made it to the center of the grand labyrinth underneath the cathedral and beheld the fate of their loved ones. The Corrupt bishop had locked them away in the darkness and let them be eaten by the rat swarm beneath it and all that remained was the Hyde that her brother had turned into. Her wife was fighting the bishop and his crusader knights above while below the Hyde approached, emotional appeals were not working and it seemed as if it would kill and devour her in the mad rage it had descended into which would lead to him taking his own life once he awoke.

All in all, it was far more cheerful than she would usually like. And she knew the exact reason why: Enid Sinclair.

Thoughts of her roommate brought the now customary bout of increased heart palpitations and the usual tightening of her lower stomach, almost like nervousness if she had ever felt such before. She even felt the corners of her mouth tug upward slightly.

Thing, resting beside the typewriter in his fluffy little bed that Enid had insisted on making for him, signed away like crazy. His fingers sliced through the air as he went from one sign to the other.

Wednesday watched him call her a big softie and simply sighed. “Call me that again and I'll flay the skin from your bones.” Thing signed again about how her threat lacked any of its usual heat and she was reluctantly forced to admit he was right.

Enid was making her soft, and yet she found that she surprisingly did not care.

She was forced to admit that she completely and utterly smitten with the werewolf girl.

It had started after the battle with Tyler and Thornhill had finally wrapped up, and Enid had clung to her relieved that she was alive. Wednesday Addams was not a hugger, nor would she ever be, and yet having Enid wrap her arms around her felt right and so for the very first time in her entire life she’d… reciprocated.

It brought disgustingly soft and happy feelings to her to remember it. And there were other disturbing signs as well.

She found herself thinking often about the werewolf girl, just imagining her and keeping her in her thoughts like some co-dependant leech.

She found herself feeling disappointed, dare she say despondent, whenever Enid wasn’t around or had to leave suddenly when they spent time together.

She found herself wanting to kill Ajax more than she usually did. At first it had simply been because he had broken Enid’s heart by standing her up and Wednesday desired to take an eye for an eye but now it was because the very thought of Enid and Ajax being romantically involved filled her with jealousy. Although she was forced to admit that that had also been the case when she had originally fostered her anger.

But worst of all, worse than anything else, was that Wednesday just couldn’t say no to the girl. Enid wanted her to wear the snood? She’d wear the snood wherever she went. Enid wanted to go to Hawte Culture to shop for clothes? Wednesday would swallow her pride and follow her with only mild complaining. Enid wanted her to join her and Thing’s mani-pedi session? Thing would take that night to his grave.

She was turning into as much of an overly romantic sap as her father, soon she would be… dancing and singing Enid’s praises to the high heavens and making revolting kissing faces towards her while spouting off imbecilic pet names loud enough for other people to hear.

Those thoughts finally drove her distraction away and she refocused on her novel and most certainly ignored Thing’s mocking signs about how she had the slightest dusting of pink on her cheeks. Because she didn't, not at all.

She had just gotten to the first dismemberment when the door to her room opened and Enid all but danced in.

Wednesday simply quietly pushed the typewriter away, she wouldn't be able to get any work done with her roommate in here with her.

“Wednesday! Wednesday, Wednesday, you’ll never guess what I got for us!” Enid said happily, holding something behind her back with a huge smile.

No, no Wednesday would certainly not get any work done.

“Yes, Enid?” She asked as she made her way over to her roommate’s side of the room, trying to puzzle out what new thing the werewolf girl would try and drag her into. She most certainly ignored how she was actually looking forward to what it was, because that would mean acknowledging that she was becoming as disgustingly domestic as her parents. She planned on beating Mary Shelly at writing, The Zodiac Killer at creative murder, and the rest of her time at Nevermore before she let herself do something like that.

With a happy squeal, she brought her hands forward and presented yet another snood. It was as wooly and well-knit as the other she’d gotten her though the colors were certainly… a choice. It was a bright orange and pink separated by lines with a stripe of white down the middle in a rainbow pattern throughout the whole thing. It was disgustingly colorful and Wednesday knew without a shadow of a doubt she’d be wearing it before the hour was up because she was turning into her father and couldn’t say no to Enid.

The snood matched the one Enid currently wore in that like hers, it was also in a rainbow pattern: This time darker colors of dark pink, purple, and blue. The thought of Enid wanting her to wear matching snoods with her was… well, Thing clearly needed to get his sight checked out because his slanderous claims of Wednesday smiling were lies and falsehoods.

Who was she kidding, really?

“So… um,” Enid looked almost nervous, shuffling from foot to foot and avoiding eye contact. “What, er, do you think of it?”

Wednesday felt an eyebrow raise at the sight.

“Because, well, if you like it… there’s ah, well that’s good.” Enid finally looked at Wednesday, their eyes catching.

Wednesday truly was cursed with her fathers moronic displays of love-sickness because she actually felt her chest contract at how adorable pitiful the sight was.

“It’s hideously revolting.” Wednesday said simply, because the snood completely clashed with her chosen color palette, being far too bright and cheerful for her tastes. It was also rainbow patterned, something that was also far too bright and cheerful for her tastes. Were it anyone else asking she would simply stare them down until they realized the stupidity of their question. But because it was Enid, Wednesday knew exactly how this would go.

Enid would look at her with an expression of adorable pathetic begging and ask her again and because father had placed a curse upon Wednesday to be an absolute fool for the person she loved she’d sigh and put the snood on within ten minutes and pretend to hate it while doing absolutely nothing to take it off because Enid would beam at her with pure happiness and that would make it worthwhile.

Except that’s not what happened.

Instead, once Wednesday stated her hatred of the rainbow patterned snood Enid drew back as if hurt and looked at her like Wednesday had placed a hundred curses upon her.

“Oh.” Enid said simply, looking like she was close to tears. Wednesday utterly despised the feeling of guilt and shame that flooded through her.

“Enid, What-” She began before being cut off.

“I should go. I, I need to go.” Enid raced out of the room and out of sight, and Wednesday just stood there wondering what on earth had just happened.

Wednesday blinked, looked at Thing and raised an eyebrow. Thing did the hand equivalent of a shrug.

“It was a rainbow with happy colors, I don't do rainbows.” She stated as she turned the entire conversation over in her head trying to find out what went wrong. Thing signed from the desk and Wednesday frowned.

“Perhaps, but why would insulting this be different than every other time I insulted the existence of color?” Wednesday made a habit of insulting every overly colorful piece of apparel that Enid got her to try on before she caved and wore it anyway because she was utterly incapable of saying No to her.

Once more Thing did a one hand shrug.

Well, it wasn’t a murder mystery but it looked like Wednesday was back to investigating and finding answers.

Hopefully before Enid decided to hate her forever for insulting her rainbow thing because though she would do anything for Enid she really hoped she wouldn't have to wear something rainbow colored and happy, she would never be able to live with herself.

**********

Unlike hunting down a murderous mystery monster and trying to uncover a decades old revenge plot, hunting down clues for why your crush was sad was an altogether different beast entirely.

For one thing, she couldn't kidnap her suspects and torture the information out of them since the perpetrator was, well, herself. Had Enid been sad for some other reason caused by another then that would be a different story, a very bloody and nightmarish story where every living soul in Nevermore learned the hard way what happened to those who hurt the girl she cared for more than anything else on this earth.

But alas, Wednesday couldn’t torture her way through this no matter how much she wished to. Enid had asked her to try and be more… nice to the other students and though she would absolutely eviscerate anyone that deserved it she was trying for her sake. But to find out the answers she needed would require hardcore social manipulation on a scale Wednesday just couldn’t replicate yet, and thus she would be forced to seek outside help.

Thing was just as clueless as she was, Eugene was currently back home visiting family, Xavier was somewhere in Jericho and going there to find answers would take too long. Which unfortunately left only one other person.

As Wednesday told her story, putting as much facts in as she could and ignoring Thing as he rested on her shoulder and made false claims of her being… She did not know what a ‘Simp’ was, but once she did she would make sure to punish Thing accordingly for referring to her as such multiple times.

Bianca Barclay listened to all of this, watching Wednesday as she talked and Thing added his colorful commentary, and when she was finally done Bianca walked over to the nearest seat, put her head in her hands, and let loose the single most despairing and annoyed sigh that had ever existed.

“Wednesday, you are the dumbest smart person I've ever met in my life.”

Wednesday frowned, and even Thing tensed in indignation. “I would choose my next words carefully if I were you.” She said in lieu of threatening retribution as she still needed Bianca’s help. Revenge could come after Enid was happy again.

“Yeah, no.” Bianca finally looked up at Wednesday and just stared at her with utter disappointment. “No, I'm not taking that from someone who's never seen the Lesbian Pride Flag before.”

Wednesday said nothing, merely waiting expectantly.

Bianca sighed again. “Fine, okay, I guess ill be the one to explain it. Why the hell do I have to explain the lesbian flag to a lesbian in 2022? Why is this my life?”

“Save your despair for when I can properly enjoy it and get on with the point.” Wednesday said annoyed.

“Fine, whatever, this is my life now.” Bianca got up and began to pace back and forth. “It’s a symbol for lesbians who want to show solidarity and pride, it was made after Pride Month grew too big for one singular flag for everyone under the LGBTQ spectrum.”

Pride, now that was an interesting name for it. One of the seven deadly sins, often considered the worst of the lot by many. An entire month dedicated to it? Now that did sound fun. She wondered if there were months for the other six sins before shaking her head. Those questions could come later, and it was obvious that February was the month of lust if everyone’s obsession with romantic love and physical attraction was anything to go by.

Again, it would have to be saved for later. Enid was far more important.

“What’s pride month?”

Bianca just stared at her again. “Tell me you're joking?”

“If I were I would not ask.”

Bianca wanted to scream. “How the fuck do you not know what pride month is!? Have you never wondered about all the rainbows during June? Why every corporation suddenly decide to pretend to like the LGBTQ community for a few weeks?”

“It’s during June?” Wednesday asked, nodding. “That explains it, during June my family sequesters itself in the house to avoid the sight of rainbows. We’re allergic to primary colors.”

Bianca snorted despite her annoyance, a smirk growing on her face.

Wednesday looked towards the ground and frowned in memory. “My uncle Fester broke out into hives one year after breaking up with his current boyfriend and was forced to behold a rainbow in the sky while my brother developed a rash across his back when he saw one. It was quite gruesome.”

The smirk fell right off of Bianca’s face and she groaned in despair again. “You’re not joking. Of course you’re not joking, why on earth did I think you were? This is the dumbest conversation I've ever had.”

“Look.” She said, walking over to grab Wednesday and pull her behind her to her dorm before the Addams girl could make another remark that broke Bianca’s brain. “I don't have even a fraction of enough time to explain the entire history of pride month to you so you’re doing that shit on your own. I'll give you the bullet points and send you on your way.”

Wednesday would like to do literally anything else, but it was for Enid so she would force herself to endure.

She’d get her revenge later though.

**********

“And, and, and she called it revolting! She called it disgusting and, and, and…” Enid broke down into fresh sobs.

Yoko would love nothing more than to help… actually, that was a lie. Her girlfriend was coming over later and Yoko needed to clean up the dorm before she got here or no make-out sesh’s for her, except the moment she wants to start Enid breaks down the door (literally shattered it to pieces with her werewolf strength because fuck her room she supposed) and then collapsed on the bed hard enough to shatter the legs and just started bawling.

Apparently Enid had tried to confess with a snood, a fucking snood, and Wednesday had turned into a homophobe? And insulted her? Or maybe she’d called her a slur, to tell the truth Yoko had been too busy worrying about how she’d be able to clean the room in an hour to listen to the first half of it.

Either way, she now had a sad werewolf on her now ruined bed, there were door splinters lodged in the wall and covering the floor, and Yoko had been studying for her midterms and thus was, as a whole, absolutely too tired for this shit.

Before Yoko could try and wrangle up anything resembling a response to all of this, there was a knock at her door, or the empty hole where her door used to be.

“What? Can’t you see I'm… busy… right…” Yoko trailed off, just staring.

Wednesday Addams stood at her door and she was absolutely decked from head to toe in pride apparel. A rainbow hoodie, lesbian flags painted on her cheeks, a bi flag hanging from her shoulders like a cloak and the black and gray snood wrapped around her head like a hood with a pair of rainbow leggings. She looked like she was about to start a one woman LGBTQ march through Jericho.

“Enid, can we talk?” Wednesday said in her usual monotone, walking into the room.

“Oh, sure, just come in. not like it’s my room or anything…” Yoko grumbled. Wednesday didn't even pay attention to her.

“Go away, I don't want to talk to you.” Enid muttered, her voice muffled from Yoko’s pillow as she continued burying her face further into it to avoid seeing her.

“Allow me to explain.”

Enid said nothing, so Wednesday continued.

“When you brought me the snood, i didn't know what it meant.” Wednesday began, and Yoko actually felt her jaw drop because what the fuck? who doesn't know what the lesbian flag means? “I believed you were just handing me a piece of colorful rainbow apparel and responded accordingly.”

Wednesday seemed to swallow nervously before continuing. “Bianca has made me aware of the significance and meaning behind the scarf and the colors upon it.” Wednesday looked away from the extremely still and attentive form of Enid, feeling more… feelings emerging. “The thought that you would give me apparel that will keep boys from asking me out again and also anger many people throughout Jericho who will see me as a monster for liking other women like I do… well, it means a lot.”

“That’s not what the lesbian flag means at all!” Yoko cried out exasperated. She was summarily ignored by both Wednesday, who had never paid any attention to her in the first place, and also Enid who was now sitting up and listening even though she still couldn’t bear to look at her yet.

“In truth, whether I knew the flag’s meaning or not i would still have worn it when you asked me.”

“Then… then why did you say you hated it.” Enid asked, hope lacing her voice.

“Because I hate color and rainbows, and for reasons I cannot fathom, the lesbian flag was made with far too many bright colors. Although… for you I have made an exception.”

Enid finally dared to look back at Wednesday and her jaw dropped at the sight of her, all the rainbows and colors and… “You did this… for me?” Enid asked after a minute of just staring in wonder.

Wednesday gestured to her attire and felt nervous and embarrassed, two things she would take to her grave and beyond. “It took awhile for me and Thing to steal enough pride apparel to pull this together but after learning the significance behind it I could do nothing less. I suppose I will be sending others to my family after this as well for they will want to be supportive of my choices. Though as for why I did it…”

she coughed into a fist and looked away, not being able to meet Enid’s awed expression for fear of falling prey to even more feelings. “I can never say no to you. My father has cursed me severely.” She looked to the ground and scowled. “Like him, I am but a slave to the person I love.”

Wednesday paused, that had not been meant to slip out. She had confessed? She had confessed dressed like this?

Oh dear god, she was her father.

Enid paused, finally heard the words, and after a second launched herself from the bed with enough force to send the bedsprings tearing out of the mattress and several inches into the floor. Enid tackled Wednesday to the ground and hugged her like her life depended on it, nuzzling her head into the crook of Wednesday’s neck as her body partially wolfed: Wolf ears sticking out of her head and wolf tail wagging furiously in utter bliss.

Wednesday, rather than do anything she normally would have had it been anyone else, simply began to pet the top of the werewolf girl's head and smiled. It was only the smallest possible smile but for Wednesday it was like she was beaming.

Thing, crawling up onto Yoko’s shoulders signed furiously and she understood.

“She really is a simp, isn’t she?” She asked. Thing nodded, or did as close to a nod as a severed zombie hand could do.

“Olay, I'm glad that you two are dating now but can you both please get the hell out of what’s left of my dorm room?”

Enid and Wednesday both promptly ignored her and continued cuddling on the floor.