#DONT LET THIS FLOPP

[maryannecrimsworth]

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Du Hexe

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: this one is scary; i mean it, be aware; violence; mention of crime; angst poem; people panicking; we now have a soundtrack too

Summary: You've been seeing again --- your family, your real family. Mr. and Mrs. L/N in the forest, talking to you hours before your father was murdered. Your true father. The nightmare in which you destroyed your family. You did destroy them: your vater and your mutter, and yet you couldn't remember her. You couldn't remember your mother's face, only her voice. And now Wednesday listened to it too.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

More details of Hank background and his partnership with Wednesday here.

You were hiding: it was clear in the second you sank into the booth, the darkest and emptiest of the Weathervane. 

You couldn't handle facing anyone now — not Xavier Thorpe, not Hank, nor Eugene. You could not bring yourself to walk around Jericho and talk to anyone. You could not bring yourself to believe in all the 'union' bullshit the principal and mayor tried to sell.

You couldn't go through the OutReach Day right now.

Your head was vibrating, fuming like the espresso machine near you: burning and shivering like you were about to burst. And you would burst at someone if another teenager giggled at you — Hank would kill you for that. And your parents would be right — your nightmare would be right.

You would ruin everything again.

"Hi." Wednesday sat in front of you. Her voice made you look up, but your hands stayed in your head. Covering it as if you were in danger, dugged into your hair as if it would explode.

"Are you hiding too?" You asked, your voice so raspy it bothered Wednesday's ears.

"I've been forbidden to talk to normie teenagers." She looked proud of it. "It seems my questions are too disturbing for them."

"Why would you question anything to them?" You asked immediately, the buzzing in your ears and pressure on your skull messing with your rational thinking.

"They're Aretha's former classmates." Wednesday explained. "I'm trying to build a profile."

"They fear her. It's not so complicated." Your voice sounded like a grunt, a howl. You looked barely awake, but Wednesday proceeded with the current subject.

"They snapped at her during the Convention. I intend to discover why." You frowned, your shoulders suddenly becoming more hunched, your hands falling to the table. "Don't you remember?"

"No." You lowered your head, your voice so weak Wednesday almost couldn’t hear you. "Mama sedates most of the time."

"Sedated." She corrected, her voice suddenly louder. "She can't to do it anymore."

You lifted your face: your features lightened up for a second before becoming dark again; her words, her voice, even though part of you already knew its content, Wednesday's affirmation was confident, firm. It made you feel different. It made you feel safe.

"Do you still have Aretha’s riddles?" You looked away suddenly. 

Wednesday frowned, but continued.

"Yes, but they're all pointless. It was an unusual way to kill time during vacation but it became boring once I came back to Nevermore."

"So you lost the game." Your words were too sharp, almost abrupt and aggressive, cutting the air fastly while your mind went back to the memories of your 'sister'.

"I didn't even play it in the first place." Wednesday told you, your changing features disturbing her: it was hard to analyze you and keep up with your expressions. "I would not give in to her request for attention."

"It's not attention, it's a competition. Aretha wants somebody as smart as her to solve her riddles." You laid your head on the table and grunted the words, the speaking shaking your chest in an unnatural way. It seemed exhausting: talking about this was draining you. "She got obsessed with you."

"What about you?"

"Uh?" You lifted your head ever so slightly.

"Why is she stalking you?"

"Sibling bonding time?" You winced. "I don't want to know, Wednesday. I truly don't."

"Why not?" Now her tone of voice was even sharper than yours. "Why would you not care for someone who's threatening you?"

"Because I can't fear them anymore." You sat up, your gaze now locked to Wednesday's. "I'm tired of being afraid. I'm tired of being a tool. I'm tired of this family," A tear escaped from your eyes and you whispered: "I'm tired of everything."

Wednesday swallowed dryly as you hid your face with your hands. You did look tired: more than ever, but she had no idea what to do about it. Should she comfort you? Should she say she was sorry? Should she wipe your tears away? Should she—

"Wednesday." Your voice brought her back from her thoughts. You've managed to collect yourself and hold your crying back in seconds. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It's just...I haven't been sleeping much." You rubbed your eyes and tried to crack a smile. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Wednesday replied with a single nod.

You two left.

X

You broke into your room at a fast pace. It wasn’t hard for Wednesday to keep up with you — you were almost the same height, after all — but it was difficult for her to notice every hint in your behavior. Instead of talking and expressing yourself properly, you would scratch your skin, twist your lips and remain in silence every time a strong feeling haunted you.

She wasn’t bothered by it — but today, you were slow. Heavy. Every movement seemed drainful and yet you managed to move around so quickly. As if you were afraid, as if you were fleeing from something. And you were — and fire ignited in her body at the thought of what could leave you like this. 

“Here.” You grabbed a book from one of your full shelves and handed it to her, your fingers marking a specific page. “ ‘I wonder if it hurts to live’ “ You quoted. “It’s one of my favorites from Dickinson.”

“Is this her best work?” Wednesday lowered her gaze to read the poem. 

“I can't claim that there's a better one.” You shrugged. “But I like her poems about love and death the most.”

Wednesday finished reading and looked up at you, her face totally blank, but her gaze wasn’t so hard.

She blinked a few times before saying: 

“Show me another.”

You smiled.

“Okay.” You whispered and walked to her side, your shoulder brushing hers as you leaned over the book, turning the pages. She watched your eyes running over the words, your breathing going easy as your smile increased, your smell reaching her lungs as you stood so close to her. 

“Too scanty ’twas to die for you,” Wednesday felt her breath falter. “The merest Greek could that.” You kept quoting, whispering by her side. “The living, Sweet, is costlier— I offer even that.” You stood quiet for a moment. “I…I believe this might be my favorite.” You whispered. Why were you whispering? “It’s a great perspective about love.”

Wednesday finished reading the poem: 

“The Dying, is a trifle, past,

But living, this include

The dying multifold—without

The Respite to be dead.”

“A bit tragic, I think.” She said quietly, her eyes not straying from your face.

“And is love not always tragic?”

You were not looking back at her when a sound arose from the corridor. Steps and voices — ones you recognized immediately. 

You grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. You knelt beside the door frame, signaling for her to do the same and to remain silent. Your fingers turned white with the force you applied to her skin, the strong, desperate squeeze causing her a little disturbance.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Hank's voice sounded through the house, loud and angry. “You should keep your distance.”

“We need to stay in Jericho.” Your father. “We have to make sure Tyler will get proper training.”

“You meant treatment.” Hank roared. “The promoter won't let him out of the asylum any time soon.”

“He will.” A woman laughed. Your mother. “He’s in our pocket now.”

“Why are you doing this?” Your brother hissed. “That is not what we had agreed on.”

“The camp is still yours, my boy, don’t worry.” The older man chuckled. “We only want to keep track of you and your brother.” 

You felt a freezing touch hold your shoulders. 

“What—”

“Quiet.” Wednesday knelt in front of you, her knees being hardly pressured against your legs. She immobilized you, her hard grip paralyzing your torso.

You were trembling, shivering, your skin was burning while you listened to your family talk. You were gritting your teeth so loudly and breathing so heavily that Wednesday thought you were about to faint. 

“I have—”  You tried to move but Wednesday pressed you against the wall.

“Control yourself. You seem on the verge of murdering someone.”

“Since when do you have a problem with it?” You hissed back at her.

“Since you're acting out of yourself.” She prevented you from moving again. “This is not you.”

“I—” You sobbed. Fuck. “You don’t understand.” You closed your eyes. You couldn’t face her right now. “They’ve ruined me, broken me.”

“You are not broken.”

“I accepted a toy from them when I was a child." You breathed out suddenly. "I was walking in the forest and they showed up. That's how they managed to track my father and murder him. I got my father killed because of a damned wooden bear.” The words were ripped from your lungs with force, the air and the truth left your body, strangling you. “They’ve turned me into their prey, into their victim, into their Alp.”

Wednesday released your shoulders, the loosening touch moved your shirt, revealing part of your skin.

There was a red mark on your left collarbone.

“I’m so sick of it, Wednesday.”

“Y/N.” She held you again, making you look at her. “You were in my vision.”

The hairy couple. The screams in the hovel. The woman giving birth. Your mother.

Du Hexe.

Wednesday’s head was thrown back again. She fell on the ground and started to shiver. 

Another vision.

And she saw you.

X

You slammed the door shut and locked it from inside. The sound of the door closing raised questions in the living room — no one was supposed to be at home, especially not you. 

But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Hank and your parents knew what you have listened to, what you have discovered, that the truth was revealed — only Wednesday mattered right now. 

You knelt beside her and held her head as her body kept trembling. 

“Please, don’t panic again.” You pleaded to the unconscious girl. “I can’t stand seeing you like that.”

A strong knock came from the door. “Y/N?”

“Hi, Hank!” You shouted. “Sorry, I came here to take a nap, I’m not in the mood to ‘outreach’ today.”

Complete silence. You held Wednesday tighter. 

“Okay.” He said. “Did you just wake up?”

“Yup!” You made a pause, waiting to see if Hank was going to try to enter the room or not. He didn't. “Can I stay here?”

“Sure.” You could hear him stepping away. “Don’t go out until I’m back.”

“Okay!” The sounds of your family left the house — you listened to them whispering, relieved, and moving away from the dwelling. From your cell. From you. And from Wednesday. 

You laid her head on your lap and continued to hold her shoulders.

“Please, wake up.”

X

The woman was looking straight at her in the middle of the darkness. Her gaze — which was just like yours — dissected Wednesday with a wrath that thickened the air. Her dark, deep eyes were frozen on Wednesday while her lips moved harmonically. 

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf! Der Vater hüt' die Schaf,

Wednesday's legs faltered as the woman sang.

die Mutter schüttelt's Bäumelein, da fällt herab ein Träumelein.

Wednesday couldn’t breathe. The figure in front of her — the young, sad, and exhausted woman — was placed by your form. Your face was squarer, your nose was larger, your hair was shorter, but your eyes were the same. 

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf!

Wednesday woke up with a gasp.

“Wednesday!” You helped her to sit up. “Wednesday, are you okay?” Your wide eyes fixed on her and she felt her stomach turn. 

The air in her lungs became as dense as lead, and Wednesday's whole body felt its poisoning. Her face burned as her skin chilled, and she stood up with a jump.

“I need to go.” And she rushed out of your room. 

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txt the dream chapter :: star ⋆

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INDIGO LEIGHANEE GODFREY

[ cisfemale, she/her , cierra ramirez, twenty-four ] i think i just saw INDIGO GODFREY looking down at their phone in the middle of lecture hall . i wonder if they think that will help them get through their MECHANICAL ENGINEERING major . i’m sure professor baker doesn’t mind , though , especially since D can be so + INDOMITABLE. then again , SHE/HER can be a little - CLODDISH , so maybe prof b will mind after all . what do you think is catching their attention all of a sudden ? surely it can’t be more pictures of MOTORCYCLES. hey , you know , sometimes they really remind me of OVER SIZED HOODIES, ROMANCE NOVELS, AND BRUISED KNUCKLES , but maybe that’s just me . oh well . i hope their FOURTH year is treating them well ! [ mariam , she/her , 18 , est , n/a ] 

born as surrogate baby, her biological mom gladly offered to help out two married men and fulfill their wishes on having a child.

wishes she can say she had it tough but that be a wholesome lie.

I mean her dads weren’t necessarily ready when she arrived into the world.

her biological mom had to constantly visit them everyday but it’s not like she hated it. She vowed to continuously be in indigo’s life.the two relationship was very tight, like their wasn’t a time when they would argue or not tell each other anything. Her relationship with her dads were stable but not close as her biological mom.

This all changed when indigo turned sixteen and her mom didn’t even show up or call for her birthday.indigo assumed it was because her dads were getting jealous of the relationship of the two, she wasn’t wrong but still that wasn’t the cause of her mother’s absence.

 She never found out either nor did her dads, of course they contacted her but she went MIA.With her mother gone she wasn’t this spoil girly girl anymore. she took interests in mechanics and started to fool around with boys.she lost her virginity at the age of seventeen which isn’t bad right ? but the amount of boys she had sex with wasn’t a normal amount for a seventeen year old girl ?Her grades were average, high 70s at most.

When she graduated high school she planned on doing online classes yet her dads weren’t ok with that.She didn’t even know why they cared so much about her attending an actual college when she can do it for free online.They literally paid for her to go to Powell university. How sick is that ? She did not like it one bit but she manage to grow into it during her third year. Like she was seriously lacking during her first and second year but soon enough she got her act together.

She joined the rugby team so at the rugby party.. you can bet she was there. she wanted to see what the idiots at her university were made of.

After the whole situation going down at the party she had a plan to figure out the mystery hooded attacker

.She literally had a whole fake relationship with Nate Jacobs bcz she’s so nice and he needed a girl to impress his parents with, after the fallout with maddy and she happened to be the right one ?Well the fake dating actually led to real dating which is crazy bcz she would never see herself with him fr fr but it actually happened.

 I mean it was fake dating on her end still but to Nate it was real, she convinced him that it was.she legit was ready to set the whole thing up against him, so when he came to her about fake dating in front of his parents he had already led the execution. Her intentions were to find out him, more so deeply. 

Her research soon ended when he ended up getting arrested for murder. She knew he was like not ok in the head but not to the point he would murder somebody ig ?

favorite color is yellow.

in the middle of a convo she stares dead @ the wall and rethinks about situations in the past and how they’ve could have gone differently.

doesn’t even care at all about her appearance but once she does and she puts the effort into it, it’s over for u hoes.

takes her insightfulness to a whole other level. get ready for the most outrageous theories coming from her.

almost burned her parents house down just by trying to fry plantains.

she can fall asleep anywhere anytime.

copes better with screams

.microwaves her milk.

constantly does this routine which she clicks her teeth with her tongue.

can’t be left unsupervised or she ends up doing some dumb shit as usual.

literally a nervous wreck, always throwing gun fingers at someone to communicate.

she’s literally impossible to defeat bcz she’s always convinced of her instincts and she truly sticks by them. Also, will bug you to ends of the earth just for you to admit that she’s right.

cue nervous chuckles

.don’t tell her anything bcz it will most likely flop out of her mouth unintentionally.

has an embarrassing mom aura to her. 

can and will baby everyone the chance she gets

.easily offended and constantly tends to overthink about herself but sons out of it

.carries a large black duffel bag everywhere and a steel pipe may or may not be hiding in it.

seems unreliable and is unreliable. well I mean sometimes she can be of help but it would have to be some crazy extra step just to help out.ppl.

Ngl she’s all cool with sex yet feelings in a whole relationship for her are just ahhhh.

not optimistic at all. In fact she’s always prepared for the worst to come.

AND THATS IT FOLKS ! U KNOW THE VIBES LIKE THIS UP FOR US TO CHAT ABOUT PLOTTING !

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[baejinvisual]

Wanna One as your classmates

Kang Daniel - scolds for always coming late to class after recess - but still smiling like a loser - president of dance club

Park Jihoon - that popular kid in school - wink everytime you refuse to let him copy your notes - "can i borrow your pen?"

Lee Daehwi - really loves talking. just talks a lot - lowkey best in spreading gossips - always gets called on to answer questions

Kim Jaehwan - his laugh is creepy and funnier than the joke - sings in between classes and thinks its the damn singing competition

Ong Seongwoo - nobody ever gets his name right - the one who looks like never studies but gets straight As - highkey savage af

Park Woojin - the nicest & friendly kid despite his intimidating looks - cant read his own handwriting - avoids eye contact with the teacher

Lai Guanlin - brings snacks to class - his notes are in 3 languages - rich bitch who always celebrate his birthday at school

Yoon Jisung - everybody's best friends - the one who dare tell the teacher the class is over - always ready with sassy comeback

Hwang Minhyun - the one who reminds the teacher of homework - gets a lot of love letters - everyone has a crush on him -  well dressed

Bae Jinyoung - the teacher loves him eventhough he never do his homeworks - but makes sure he never absent - his least fav class is math

Ha Sungwoon - polite and diligent student - always stay after to ask questions and get tutoring but still ends up with average grades

[stanstraykidz]

QUICK if i were maybe planning on doing a skz social media / twt au about two groups of people who hate each other but oops the leader (or like, the main guy) of both groups start ....dating each other ? Wait what ??? Wild. Anyways, Who should the au be centered around ?

Minsung (minho who has an ego complex the size of the moon and jisung who just really really hates him but they end up booking the same hotel for a summer break getaway w their friends and hey, maybe hes not all that bad ? )

Or

Woochan (angsty enemies to lover woochan where each person is trying to protect his friends and their reputation and its just like a whole rich spoilt kids vs rich spoilt kids situation)