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Tender Missteps

pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader!

summary: An accidental slip up of Wednesday calling you by your name sets you on a first name basis calling spree—life lesson, she shouldn't forget about your endearments next time.

A/N: hell yeah, r and w's dating heree

Warnings!: ooc wed! soft wednesday! 🤭

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wc: 1.2k

You and Wednesday always used terms of endearments privately—that has become your own language, only that you both speak of.

So, when Wednesday got back to your dorm, literally fuming, you didn't waste a breath, already asking her what was wrong, or if she needed something to soothe her nerves.

She didn't have a problem with your persistence, she absolutely adores you, but she just wasn't feeling too good tonight. She knew you knew that, you were together all day, although she did part with you after dinner to head to her dorm for her writing time, only for her to find out she ran out of ink, she wouldn't be able to buy some until tomorrow because of the pouring rain.

And, the weight of her bag was too much, how her jaw felt like it's locked in place, the heels on her boots felt heavy all of a sudden, gosh she just wants you to hold her tight and not let go.

"I don't need anything at the moment, thank you Y/N." She sighs, beginning to take her boots and bag off, unbuttoning her vest and making her way to your closet, where your clothes are now practically hers, vice versa.

Though, your abrupt halting clearly wasn't subtle, she saw the hesitance in your body language, the way you began moving at a slower pace, worrying if you moved too suddenly you'd have not only been on a first name basis with Wednesday—but also anxious if Wednesday would prefer to sleep in her dorm room from now and then, too.

You didn't want to give up your nightly routine cuddles! Never!

"You okay?"

Her eyes traced your features, your brows creased. To the motion of your hair to the shift of your foot. She didn't know what had happened, did she say something to set you off? She knew you were big on thinking about everything too hard. She didn't need that tonight.

"Yeah.. I'm okay." You gave her a light huff, with a flick of your thumb hitting the switch of the room's emitting light.

Wednesday giving a sigh of her own, you both began moving towards your cozy bed that was currently calling for both of you to just sleep and relax. That's just what you both needed, right? right.

That's what it was.

...

The next morning didn't go as planned, not that Wednesday anticipated on going thoroughly well with her day. She didn't like the way you said her name, just her name. She didn't like the way you were avoiding eye contact with her either. She loathed everything you were purposely doing!

So, she went to someone who knew you and per chance to get the idea why you were portraying such actions out of the ordinary. Weirder than weird.

"Enid, I think.. I scared Y/N off."

Enid dismisses it as lovers quarrel, saying nothing fixes that issue with no communication. So, that's what Wednesday did! Still, she felt as if the steps she went through were misguided.

"Y/N, it seems I've.. I've— upset you in some way. May I know how?"

Wednesday didn't know why her voice wavered and quivered, she wasn't worried, was she? She didn't think so, Enid's right. Just communicate.

Yet you looked at her funny, like what she had said was silly, gently taking your hand to your lips, a light laugh went out of your throat.

"No, Wednesday. Just stressed, that's all."

Huh. By then you would've addressed her with some sappy nicknames you could've come up with. She didn't mind those nicknames, she even tolerated a few to have given you permission to use it as you pleased.

Yet Wednesday didn't think much of it, sighing in relief, the breath she didn't know she held. Thinking something was bothering you—or she did something to upset you.

It was basically nothing.

...

Although, despite the fact that Wednesday began going back to your terms of endearment, you—somehow stuck with just "Wednesday", even to the extent of just calling her by her last name.

"Oh Wednesday, can you lend me my flask, please?"

“You look even more beautiful tonight than ever before, Addams."

"Wednesday, you're hogging the blanket! Please! I'm freezing!"

"Where's my kiss goodbye, Addams?"

She'd had enough, marching right in your dorm like she owned the damn room.

Like? What was wrong with you! Where's the sap? The cheesy nicknames Wednesday began to tolerate? I mean, not that Wednesday wanted you to call her grimacing nicknames...

Who was she kidding? She loves it, she goes to you for comfort, basically loves every bit of you that exists, may it be the way you sing in the bathroom that would take at least an hour for you to finish, may it be the way you drift off to sleep every time you both study in your room together, may it be the way you'd always hold out the door for everyone, may it be the way you'd serve her as if she were something fragile. And yet—she loves it. She loves you.

"You can stop that, Y/N."

"Stop what?"

The audacity for you to say that.

"I know what you're doing and it's not funny."

She couldn't live with a first name basis and last name basis calling forever!

"Amore, please. Have I done something to upset you?"

Wednesday rarely pleaded, you knew something bothers her when her facade would gradually slip, her vulnerability that's slowly unraveling, her eyes close to spitting out segments of hesitance—up to this point, you still had the heart to look at her like she hung the moon, just for you.

"Maybe.. I was just getting back at you for calling me by my first name a night ago, I did get upset about it— I'm sorry— I just thought I did something to have upset you when you called me like that! So I hesitated.."

Calling it relief doesn’t come close to what Wednesday felt. A weight was lifted off her shoulders, and she was grateful it wasn’t anything as serious as she thought, although, even if it were, her heart is set on making you happy once more and filling your days with unwavering love.

She began striding towards you, you held eye contact with her, your eyes held so much love just for the Addams, her change of demeanour alone can make your world shake and crumble—nevertheless, the words aren’t always spoken, but the love is always there—her love touches you deeply, in every small way you feel the heartbeat of her love in all she does for you, every day without fail.

She caresses your face, gentle as light, afraid if she moves too fast you'll move away, her fingertips grazing right between your brows to the side of your lips, a subtle smile surfaced. She held eye contact, she saw how your eyes spoke so much emotion all at once.

"I was beginning to get agitated with your bratty scheme."

Your laughter sent shock waves into Wednesday's insides. When she met you, the walls around her heart cracked, and warmth began to seep in.

You gave her a taste of something real—and she’d never give that up for something that wasn’t.

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A/N: idk what happened with this one LMAOO

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Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, First Lieutenant of the Cohort, Emperor's Life Guards, non-auxiliary,

and the saddest girl in the universe.

(Some close ups below!)

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"Jody, if I offered you that sword, wouldn't you take it? ...Won't you let me be your cavalier? Here, now, at the end of the world? Save me, Jody. Bind me to you, or who knows where I will go?"

"Thank you for the offer, Your Highness, but not in this life or in any other."

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Its finished, its done. You cant take loved away.

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Teenage Dirtbag

pairing: popular! natasha romanoff x nerd! reader

synopsis: a story about pens that smell like caramel, songs that say more than words, and what it means to be chosen—on purpose.

warnings: brief mentions of emotional insecurity / self-worth issues, bit of angst (with happy ending !!) | wc: 1.3k | genre: fluff with a bit of angst !! >_<

note: this fic is basically what happens when you listen to teenage dirtbag at 2AM and spiral. i wanted to write smth soft, something aching, smth that felt like sitting at the back of a lecture hall, falling in love with someone who doesn’t know you exist—until they do. also, i'm sorry for the angst. this is my apology letter disguised as a fic. i pinky swear there’s comfort after the storm !! <33

“Her name is Noelle, I have a dream about her...”

There she was again.

Crimson hoodie, earbuds in, basketball slung over her shoulder, and the same annoyed-but-stunning expression she always wore at 8:00 AM classes. Natasha Romanoff was early-morning poetry in motion and late-night rock songs in human form. Even when she slouched in her seat or cursed under her breath at a pop quiz, she was effortlessly magnetic. The kind of girl who didn’t need attention to command it. It just followed her.

You, on the other hand?

You were... background noise.

A literature major who wore mismatched socks and oversized sweaters, always arriving late with iced coffee and a dog-eared notebook clutched to your chest. You listened to music two decades too old for your generation and scribbled love poems no one would read. You weren’t trying to look mysterious. You just didn’t know how to be seen.

Except maybe—maybe—by her.

Sometimes.

—

It started with a pen.

You always sat a few rows behind her in History 12—just close enough to notice how she doodled in her notebook margins or tilted her head when she was deep in thought. She was sharp lines and bold strokes. You were ink smudges and unfinished verses.

You never expected her to turn around, let alone speak.

“You got a pen?” she asked, brow arched.

You blinked. “Yeah. Um. Writes in blue, though.”

She clicked it. Sniffed it. “Smells like caramel.”

“Probably because I spilled coffee on it yesterday.”

She snorted. “On brand.”

“For?”

“You. You’re like... chaotic indie playlist energy.”

You stared. “Is that a compliment?”

She smirked. “Kind of. It’s cute.”

You nearly forgot how to breathe.

—

From that moment, the universe refused to let you ignore each other.

She started sitting closer. Not beside you—just diagonally. Close enough to pass sarcastic notes and draw rude little cartoons on your worksheets. You’d catch her smirking when you tried to hide your laugh behind your hand. She called you “emo baby.” You called her “traitor jock.”

One afternoon, you were under a tree, headphones in, blasting Teenage Dirtbag because sometimes your music taste just needed to be that on-the-nose.

“You listening to Wheatus?” came a voice above you.

You looked up, pulling out one earbud. “What—yeah.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t think anyone under thirty still listened to Teenage Dirtbag.”

You deadpanned, “I’m a teenage dirtbag.”

She laughed—genuinely. Not the half-smirk she reserved for professors or the sarcastic chuckle she gave her friends. This one was real, and it made your stomach do a little flip.

“You’re weird,” she said, still smiling.

“I know.”

There was a pause. Then she nodded at your phone. “Didn’t think that was your vibe.”

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah? What's my vibe then?”

She tilted her head, thinking. “I don’t know. Phoebe Bridgers. Or Taylor Swift.”

You shrugged. “Those are for when I want to feel things. Wheatus is for when I want to pretend I’m a misunderstood loser.”

She smiled again—brighter this time.

A beat of silence hung between you. Then—

“Wanna grab coffee?”

You blinked. “Wait. What?”

“I’m already walking that way,” she said, casual as ever. “Don’t make it weird.”

But it was weird.

In the best way.

—

The next few weeks were a blur.

Coffee runs turned into late-night study sessions. Study sessions turned into even later-night walks and sleepy 2AM voice notes. She started showing up at your dorm window with fries and bad jokes. You left poems in her locker. She stole your hoodie and pretended it didn’t smell like you on purpose.

One night, you found a post-it on your desk in her handwriting:

you make the world feel less fake :)

— N.

You didn’t ask what it meant.

You didn’t have to.

Clint started winking at you at lunch. Wanda pulled you into their friend group with a knowing grin. Steve nodded like you’d just been sworn into some secret society. Even Yelena, Natasha’s terrifying little sister from another university, gave you a subtle nod when she caught you and Natasha sharing fries.

But she also gave you a warning.

“She’s not used to soft people,” Yelena said, arms crossed, voice low. “Don’t make her think softness means weakness.”

“I’m not soft,” you insisted.

“You write poems about her in your Chemistry notebook.”

You looked away. “...That’s slander.”

—

You fell for her gradually.

In the walk between classes. In the way she always picked your fries first. In the way she stared at you like she wanted to memorize your face but didn’t know how to ask.

It wasn’t love. Not yet.

But it was dangerous.

Because you knew how stories like this ended. And you weren’t the main character.

Then came her.

Maria Hill.

Pre-law royalty. Tall, elegant, terrifyingly composed. The kind of girl who made eye contact like a challenge. Rumors said she and Natasha used to date. You didn’t want to believe it—until you saw them.

At a party.

Maria’s arm around Natasha. Natasha laughing. Leaning in close. Too close.

Something in your chest cracked.

—

“Why do you like her?” you asked, voice soft.

Natasha looked at you for a long time. “She gets me. She’s tough.”

You nodded. You didn’t ask who got to see her soft parts. You knew it wasn’t you.

You stood there, invisible.

Then left.

Alone.

—

The silence between you stretched.

No more midnight texts. No more poems. You ghosted her before she could ghost you first. You went back to being the weird kid in the back row—headphones in, walls up, heart aching.

But Natasha noticed.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked, one day after class.

“No,” you lied.

“You’re lying.”

You didn’t answer.

“I miss you.”

You blinked. “I don’t want to be your secret escape anymore.”

She stared. “What?”

“I don’t want to be the weird friend you hang out with when the world’s too much. I want to be the one you choose. Not the one you retreat to.”

She was silent.

So you walked away.

—

The campus felt colder without her.

You threw yourself into org work. Poetry readings. Spent longer in the library just to avoid running into her. But she was everywhere. In the laughter from across the field. In the hoodie you still slept in. In the empty chair beside yours.

Wanda hugged you one day and whispered, “She’s miserable without you, you know.”

You shrugged. “She still chose her.”

“She didn’t choose anyone.”

—

Then came the rain.

One Thursday. Gray sky. Thunder in the distance. You sat under the library canopy, headphones in, Teenage Dirtbag on repeat. You were halfway through zoning out when someone yanked the headphones off your head.

You jumped. “What the—”

Then froze.

Natasha.

Soaked from head to toe. No umbrella. Breathing heavy.

“You weren’t answering,” she said.

You stared. “It’s raining.”

“No shit.”

“You’ll get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

Her voice broke on the last word.

“I like you,” she said. “Not Maria. Not anyone else. You.”

You opened your mouth, but she kept going.

“I suck at this. Feelings. People. But you make me feel like I’m not pretending. And that terrifies me.”

You stepped closer. “You hurt me.”

“I know.”

“I thought I was just something easy for you.”

“You’re the hardest thing I’ve ever wanted.”

She looked at you like she was ready to fall apart.

You kissed her.

In the rain. On campus. With everything watching.

And she kissed you back like she’d been waiting her whole life.

—

That night, she posted a blurry photo of you with the caption:

my teenage dirtbag <3

The group chat exploded.

Now, every time you hear Teenage Dirtbag, you smile.

Because somehow, against all odds, the girl who used to exist in the corners of your daydreams?

She’s here.

And she’s yours.

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a peaceful repose 🍃

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SPIDER-NOIR (2026)

An upcoming television series developed by showrunners Oren Uziel and Steve Lightfoot for MGM+, and based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name, Spider-Man Noir. The series follows an aging private investigator and superhero in an alternate version of 1930s New York City grappling with his past life.

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We’ve all been there

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what i've been up to the past 20 minutes

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HAWKEYE S01E05 | Ronin

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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, 2021

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Mr. Pascal, I’m kindly asking you to let us BREATHE

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you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

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I keep forgetting to post 🙃

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Absolutely FANTASTIC first fic friend! I'm so excited to see your progress!

Much needed hugs

(Wednesday x Gender Neutral Reader)

Reader’s outcast ability is that they have to share a body with a demon

Summary: Enid is out shopping and Wednesday and Reader are in their dorm hanging out, but the Reader is touch starved and Wednesday notices something is off

After a week of stressful exams and demon shenanigans, you were ready to just hangout with the two loves of your life, Enid and Wednesday.

“I’m baaaaack!” You said as you opened the door to Enid and Wednesday’s dorm, and found Wednesday sitting at her desk staring intently at you.

“I have been expecting you.” She says, “Enid told me to tell you that she is going shopping with Yoko and a few others.”.

“Oh.” You say, a little disappointed. You had been hoping Enid would be there because you could really use a hug from her after such a stressful week. Wednesday noticed your disappointment and slightly frowned.

“Am I not enjoyable enough to be around?” She asks her brows furrowed.

“No, no!” You say quickly, “i’m just, tired, thats all.” You give her a small smile before lying down in Enid’s bed, hoping that would be enough to distract you from your needs.

“Hm.” Wednesday says, not entirely convinced “would you like me to play some music for you Cara Mia?”.

You turned on the bed so you were facing her, “Yes please.” You said quietly, and you watched her nod and retrieve her cello from her closet, and you watched as she started playing music for you. You knew you were feeling touch starved. You knew you should, no you NEEDED to ask for a hug, but you just couldn’t. Wednesday didn’t do those sorts of things. She wasn’t a touchy feely person, that was beneath her. You didn’t realize you had been staring blankly at her while holding one of Enid’s stuffed animals tightly, until you felt a hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.

“Cara mia?” Wednesday asked, her tone slightly concerned “Is everything alright?”

You nearly melted from her touch, God you needed a hug.

“Y-yeah!” You said quickly, sitting up on the bed “im fine!” You gave her a smile and turned your head away, although your heart wasn’t in it, and Wednesday knew it wasn’t a real smile.

“You know I don’t like being lied to Cara Mia.” Wednesday said, holding your chin in her head and bringing you to face her again “So tell me what ails you my love.”

You could feel yourself melting into her touch and your face started turning red, but you couldn’t make the words come out.

“Is there something you desire Il mio piccolo demone? Wednesday asked, pressing her forehead against yours, making you meet her eyes “Tell me so i can make it so. You know i would move the very heavens and stars for you Cara mia.”

You bit your lip and asked in a quiet voice “can i get a hug..?”

Wednesday looked at you, slightly surprised. While she had to admit that physical affection was not her area of expertise it was clear that this was what you not only desired, but what you needed. She cleared her throat “While i must admit that i am not typically one for physical affection,” she started, and noticed how you crumpled a bit “yes you may have a hug.” She said as she pulled you into a hug, thinking that it must be rather awkward for you.

It was the opposite of awkward for you, it was wonderful. It was wonderful knowing that despite Wednesday not being a person who gives hugs everyday you mattered enough to her and she loved you enough to give you a hug, so you let yourself just melt in your touch and you let out a satisfied sigh as you felt her rub your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Wednesday could feel your body relax and smiled a little bit, glad that she could help you relax. She shifted her position so that she was still holding you, but you were also leaning on her. This was a welcome change for you as you loved to be held by Enid and Wednesday was just as caring for you.

“Has the demon been bothering you Amore mio?” Wednesday asked while rubbing your back and holding you close.

You fidgeted for a little bit before answering, “Yeah, it’s been a little rough,” you said “between dealing with that and exams it’s been really stressful.”

“Why did you not bring this to the attention of myself and Enid?” Wednesday asked.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys…” you said, looking down.

Wednesday lifted your chin, making eye contact with you.

“You are never a burden to me or Enid, Cara Mia” Wednesday said “Never think or say that again, am I understood?”

You looked into her eyes and planted a kiss on her lips before giving her a real smile.

“Understood my love.” You said just before yawning and burrowing your face into her shoulder. “I’m so tired.” You say, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Rest my love.” You hear Wednesday say as she rubs your back. “I do not mind.”

So you do, you close your eyes and before long you fall asleep.

Later, Enid returns while you are still asleep, and is treated to the wonderful sight of the love of her life holding the other love of her life while they sleep, and she can’t help but smile.

“Awwwww Wends!” Enid says excitedly “Your hugging (Y/N)!”

“Shhh, Il mio piccolo lupo” Wednesday says, “they are still asleep.”

“Oops, hehe, right!” Enid whispers as she quietly sits on the bed next to Wednesday and plants a kiss on top of your head. “I love you (Y/N)~” Enid says.

“As do I,” Wednesday says “and we both love you Enid.”. Wednesday plants a kiss on Enid’s lips before planting one on your cheek.

“I love you too Wends~”

This was my first fic i really hope you enjoyed!!! Until next time! Tataaaaa

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BLACK WIDOW (2021)

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Shitty memes are my main source of nutrition.

This is how I see the beginning of their relationship going.