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hidtired · 7 months ago

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A Single Punch [Part 3]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Description: The line up ended with people thinking you died. However, your recovering at Hilltop with severe injury's. How will people react to seeing you again?

2.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, near death, depression, recovery, typical walking dead shenanigans) [Happy ending, fluff <3]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Your POV

"They took Daryl as their prisoner."

That sentence replay in your mind as you lay in bed that night. You had no idea what they were doing to him. Not even if he was breathing in the same moment you were. He doesn't even know you still are. You had to bite down on your tongue to prevent you from getting emotional. You were struggling to exist. Adding this mental pain onto the physical, you would never recover if something happened to him. You wouldn't have the strength to try and become better.

You would die of a broken heart.

The pain medication giving to you is what put you to sleep. Waking up foggy, still with a weird compression feeling in your neck. People had started their days already. You stared as people were getting ready for the morning. You proceeded to stretch trying to regain control of your body again. You heard Sasha and Rosita talking outside, "Then let me come with you, its stupid to go alone.'' You were confused, but what else is new. But, it sounded like they were going to do something they weren't supposed to.

Sasha had promised to help wash your hair in the sink yesterday. So when she came to keep that promise you questioned her. She was preparing the area you were going to use to wash your hair (Hopefully removing whatever blood that the last time didn't.) "Where are you going?" Sasha had turned to you towel in hand, "What are you talking about? I'm not going any where, we are washing your hair." She seemed to think you were confused but your expression remained blank, "With Rosita..." Sasha pursed her lips, "You heard us talking earlier." She stated it in realization. She sighed before helping you to lay your head in the sink.

Warm water was flowing down your scalp, a relief to you. Sasha began while running her fingers in your hair, carful of the stitches. "You can't tell anybody... I just can't- can't live with it. He need to pay for what he did." You sat there and listened, she wanted revenge, closer. You released a long breath, "I don't like it. Think- of the conseq-quences. Act on here-" You pointed to your brain, "not here..." your hand rested above your heart. "I know this one is much louder." You looked up at her with sad eyes. She simply looked away for a second. You continued, "No one else, we are losing no one else." Then is when she looked down at you, "Lets get your hair dry and get a new bandage on." You only sighed but complied.

She was probably hoping you world forget what you had heard. Just because you didn’t talk most of the time didn’t mean you weren’t getting better. You felt like you were at the point of having clear cognitive abilities. Your struggle was in having your brain controlling your body. You would tell your foot to move and it would, it just wouldn’t get to where you thought it told you it was. Maggie walked in frustrated about something but you had to tell her to talk to Sasha and Rosita.

“Maggs?”

You had startled her out of her thoughts, “You need something Y/N?” She approached you while looking you over for something wrong. You could only hold your head down ashamed, Sasha said not to say anything but you couldn’t let it go. “Could you check on-n Sasha? She and Rosita, planning something…” Maggie stood there confused before realizing what they could be planning. So without a word she ran out the door to look for them.

She returned later explaining Enid told her they had already left. Jesus was going after them though. Now you could only hope they were going to be ok.

You had asked Enid to help you outside to a bench. You wanted to be near if they came back. Also maybe because the trailer was driving you mad. You could tell it was getting late with the temperature slowly dropping. The book you were reading had lost your interest. You stared out watching everyone go about there days. You hadn’t thought much about Negan. The thirst for his blood that many seemed to have. You’re sure if you sat and lingered on it you would. For now it was still a thought of terror. You would dream about the feeling of the bat. Only on nights the meds started to fade and your headache only fueled the sensation.

Then Daryl would swirl around in your head. He was shot the last you saw him. Even worse he could only think you were dead like everyone else thought. Knowing him he was having guilt eating him alive. About you and Glenn. You’ve seen how he gets with grief. You could only hope he didn’t do something stupid.

The sunset reminded you they weren’t coming back today. You attempted to get up before older lady was at your side helping you. It was frustrating being so dependent. The was no use pushing the help away because you did need it. You sulked while laying down in bed. You didn’t talk for the rest of that night going to bed early.

You woke up before anyone. You slowly moved to get out of bed. Taken small slow steps leaning on anything near you. You had managed to get out slowly closing the door. You didn’t trust going down the steps so you sat down going down that way. Making your way back to that bench all by yourself took a good half hour. The cold air was slightly warming with the sun peaking over the hills. The cold was welcome, you preferred it better then the constant burning in your aching body.

Enid was the one to wake up seeing you gone and alerting Maggie. She had found you at the bench. She feared you had fallen somewhere. She sat opposite of you, “You should had woken one of us.” Looking at her seeing the expression of someone tired and lost. “I got here, eventually.” She only looked at you displeasingly. You smiled at her before choking out,

“I’m sorry-y my current existence was at the expense of Glenn’s.”

She looked shocked, “That’s not how it-“ you were waving your hand slowly waving her off, “It’s true, I’m just telling you I won’t let it go to waste. He was one of the good things left in the world and I’ll do right by him.” It was the first semi clear thing you’ve said your entire recovery. Despite it being slower and more forced out, it was firm and decisive. Maggie stared at you with tears in her eyes, placing her hand on yours and squeezing it. She nodded, “Thank you.” The rumbling in the distance broke the moment. Maggie stood and listening closely, “It could be the Saviors again.” She ran to get up onto the watch platform.

As the sound got closer it achingly sounded like Daryl’s bike. Maggie was yelling to open the gates. You stood and slowly made your way around a corner again leaning on anything to help you. The gates were wide open as a bike and two figures on them got off. It was Daryl… he was here. He is right there! Your slow steps soon turned faster and more wobbly. You started to cry. He was getting hugged by Maggie oblivious to your presence. You ran out of things to keep your balance but continued on sloppily. Your cry’s turn louder as you yell,

“DARYL!”

Your sobbing now- struggling to catch a breath even. You couldn’t get there fast enough. Daryl quickly turned at the voice. Your brain moving too fast for your body, caused you to fall to your hand and knees. But you still try and crawl.

Daryl POV

Earlier

Daryl was making his attempt to escape again. With the key that was slipped under the door, he was headed to his bike after finding some cloths and Ricks gun in Dwight’s room. The place was empty, until a larger man rounded the corner with food in his hand. Fat Joey he had heard them call him. He startled when they made eye contact. He lifted his hands in a surrender, “L-look man I didn’t see anything, you could just go I won’t say anything.” But Daryl angrily approached the him. “No! No wait!” Daryl had beaten him into the floor. Something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Another person, he stopped looking over to the presence.

He straightens in surprise, “Jesus?”

Jesus was as surprised to see him to. Daryl looked rough, and if the way he just watched him beat that man to death, wasn’t doing the best emotionally. He seemed on edge, and most notably animalistic. Daryl waved him over to the bike, “We gotta go.” Daryl was fiddling to start the bike as Jesus approached him. He seemed sporadic, maybe that’s why he didn’t mention anything about you. The man was already at level ten no need to push him further.

The ride to Hilltop took them until morning light to break. The gate opened and Daryl seeing Maggie made him feel like a hole had appeared under him and the only voice that could have possibly pulled him out of it rung out through the air.

“DARYL!”

Now

He had turned to see if he imagined it. He saw you struggling to make your way over. He first thought that like how Rick hallucinated Lori, he was doing with you. But regardless he ran the rest of the way you couldn’t as you fell. He was breathing hard and tears were streaming down his bruised face. He reached down to pull you to your feet. He caught a glimpse of your face seeing a bandage rapped around your head. He was in disbelief as he held you. You had crumpled into him. Your casted arm going around him as your other found his hair pushing him closer to you. Daryl’s voice held a tremble, “How is this possible.”

You choked down a gasp of air before talking, “You punched him…” You pulled back to look at his face. Hand removing from his hair to caress his cheek.

“I didn’t intend to play dead but did. I passed out- and- and then heard- took y-you.” Your speech was turning more slurred harder you tried to talk. It was obvious you were struggling to keep up with yourself. Daryl could only stare. Overwhelmed by the feelings flooding through him. After feeling like he had his entire being ripped from his body, only for it to appear back to him. ‘His punch?’ He couldn’t care to think of why you were in front of him just that you were. He wasn’t a religious man by any means but he was thankful to whatever had made you fallen back into his arms.

You were crying at a small whimper now when Maggie approached putting a hand to your back. “Shhh, you have to calm down Y/N, let’s get you laid down.” Daryl was dazed, still struggling to comprehend if this was real. Maybe a dream? Was he still in his cell? He had a good look at you now. Your face all kinds of colors. Your skin pale with bags under your red eyes. You moved almost like a toddler. Just like how Judith would try to sass him and walk leading her tripping at the inability to multitask. You were in obvious pain. You had yet to pull away from him. He looked to Maggie with a panicked and questioning look, “Is she okay, how hurt is she?” He moved to sweep you by the legs to pick you up bridal style. He didn’t even care for the pain in his shoulder from the gun shot.

Maggie started to lead them to the trailer, “She has been getting better. She was much worse at the start. I’ll explain everything.” In the trailer he set you down on a bed. You had one hand still on his arm. He sat down on the side taking your hand into his turning to Maggie for an explanation. Catching the hint she continued,

“We didn’t even notice she was still alive until Sasha and I were on are way to Hilltop.”

Daryl interrupted- “Why were you going here? Rick said you had died from whatever sickness you had, but saw Gabe did a fake grave for you.” She inhaled before placing a hand to her stomach, “I thought I was losing the baby…” Color drained from his face, Maggie spoke reassuringly, “They baby is fine! The doctor who looked at me also helped her.” They both turn to you. You were fiddling with his hand in yours, seemingly mesmerizing by it. She sighed, “He said she was recovering better than he thought she would. She wasn’t herself the first few days but, she seemed to have taken most of the force to her hand.” Daryl's eyebrows furrowed and he eyed the cast on your hand.

You turn your attention to Daryl, “I’m ok… I swear.” He saw what had happened to you. The sound of that damn bat and the blood pouring out from your motionless body. Maggie movement caught his attention, “I let you two be, you’ll find me around.” She walked out the door before he could reply. You sighed at her abrupt exit and the face he was making. The face of a man consumed of guilt, “Later, you-u should talk through it with her. Your face is saying it all.”

Oh to be called on his B.S. again. To have you reading him like you had the manual to him. He probably still had the thought written on his face, ‘Your really here.' The pressure you pressed in your combined hands made him return it.

“Daryl, what did they do to you.”

A simple question really but his mind spun at the remembrance. He was covered in grime, and he is sure you noticed him being a little twitchy. The cuts and bruises to add told you a story. “Nothing worse than thinking you were dead.” He said it truthfully. You gave that god awful look that would make is heart pound. “Ar-are you ok?” Your eyes were becoming glassy. He only smiled and began to nod, “I will be now.” You slowly smiled back to him.

He went to clean up at your request, had taken a shower and cleaned some of the cuts on his face, along with his still healing bullet wound. He returned back to you and ate. He was quiet to observe you. Taken his own notes on your condition.

You were face down on top of his chest after he ate. Both soaking in each other. Daryl broke the silence, “Be my wife…” You didn’t even hesitate, raising your head to look at him and replying, “Where’s my ring at then…?” He huffed out some air having a dumb smile on his face, “In are room…” That had gotten your attention, “How long has it been there?” Marriage for Daryl wasn’t a concept he thought would be a part of his life with how he was raised. “Found it back on a run for the prison. Never found a moment with how everything went down.” Your hand reached to whip a tear from your eye before flopping back down on him,

“I’ll be your wife.”

A ruckus outside caused Daryl to investigate, removing himself from you felt like a sin. "I'll go check it out, stay here." He only looked back for a moment before heading out the door. He slowly stalked to see the gate open. Jesus appeared by him, "I was just about to get you." Daryl looked at him questioningly. He continued his approach to the gate. Daryl rounded the corner to see Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tara, and Rosita. Rick pulling away from Maggie, and all eyes falling to him.

The group he considered his family was here.

Part 4

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missmonsters2 · 2 years ago

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—KAIROSCLEROSIS | TEN (FINAL)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: Everything comes to settle in the aftermath. You're healing and Wednesday takes the time to consider what she's experiencing until she picks it apart in a way she can tolerate it. You are hers, though. That is for certain.

Warnings: softsoftsoftsoft. so soft. Wednesday is soft. cuddling. happy ending. healing. bantering. did i say soft? crying it's so soft. satisfying aftermath. the nickname bet comes to an end. soft in case you were unaware.

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Part Nine

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Kairosclerosis: Noun. The moment you realize that you're currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart, and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it's little more than an aftertaste.

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Wednesday sits beside your hospital bed, quietly reading Goody's spellbook. The only noise is the sound of your quiet breathing and the steady beeping from the machine that monitors your heart rate.

The spellbook is coming in handy already. Wednesday has just discovered a better remedial salve—one that should actually speed up the healing process. Once Enid arrives, Wednesday would be free to go and gather the ingredients she needed. She would need some honey from Eugene's bees, and she recalled a plant in the greenhouse with the pulp she needed.

A particularly deep breath draws Wednesday's attention from her book. Her head tilts slightly over as she peers at you. Your eyes are closed, unaware of anything as you slept on. You had to be put on your stomach so that your wings could rest without anything touching them.

The reopened wounds had to be stitched back together and then bandaged, which the doctor noted would have to be for two weeks and frequently changed. Wednesday was merely waiting for you to be discharged, and she could take your healing into her own hands. The nurse earlier had received a scathing glare when she was not delicate in changing your bandages yesterday, causing your brows to furrow as you slept on.

Morons, Wednesday vehemently decided then. They couldn't be trusted with you.

"You should wake up soon," Wednesday says, even though you never reply. She doesn't even know if you're listening. "It's much too sunny without you."

"Wednesday," Enid sighs as she walks into the room, a new bouquet of flowers in her hands. "Why are you up again? You're supposed to be resting too. You got stabbed in the arm!"

"This is hardly anything," Wednesday raises her brow as she closes the spellbook and puts it back into her bag. "It honestly hurts more when I punch Pugsley."

“You mean when Pugsley punches you?”

“No.”

"Still," Enid frowns, looking over her roommate. Despite only having been two days since the ordeal, Wednesday threatened the hospital staff to discharge her mere hours after she got cleaned and fixed up.

You could barely tell that Wednesday was injured by the way she continued wearing long sleeves, tidy braids, and lack of reaction. The only visible sign was the bandage she had to wear over her temple.

"Fae will be upset if you refuse to rest and heal when she wakes up." Enid looks over to you, biting her bottom lip. A part of her wants to cry at how banged up you looked. She knew—could smell how much blood there was that night. But now you really looked broken with the machines hooked up to you and the red-stained bandages wrapped over your wings.

It was worse than when Eugene was in the hospital last year.

Wednesday looks at you once more as she prepares to leave. Your back rises and falls with each steady breath. "Then I suppose she'll have to wake up if she wants me to even consider listening to her grievances against me."

Walking out the door, Wednesday doesn't spare you another glance as she walks down the corridors. The nurses give her a wide berth, the lights flickering as she walks.

A room comes up as she makes her way to the stairwell. There are two police guards posted outside. As she passes, she looks into the window and sees a lanky boy with messy hair and gauze bandages wrapped around his eyes and head. He's completely unaware.

Wednesday smiles sinisterly.

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"Miss Addams," Weems greets as she puts down her fancy fountain pen, gesturing for Wednesday to come closer.

Wednesday wordlessly takes a seat, her face impassive.

They stare at each other for a long moment before Weems lets out a long, tired sigh. She pinches the bridge of her nose before she looks at the macabre girl.

"How are your classes going?" Weems asks.

Wednesday looks unimpressed as she lets out a dull "Fine."

"I hear you're taking class notes for Fae when she wakes up," Weems smiles then, and Wednesday narrows her eyes.

"Only because Enid's writing is so cacographic that it'd be more legible if it was put through a shredder."

Weem merely chuckles, rubbing her temples. "The reason I've called you to my office is that the investigation is finally coming to an end." Weems folds her hands together on the desk in front of her. "I know you've given the police your statement, but I thought I'd get the event recounted by you myself."

"I've assumed you read the report?" Wednesday asks, her chin jilted slightly.

Weems nods.

"Then you already know what happened. I will not be changing my story," Wednesday raises her brow. "She was kidnapped. I found the clues to where she was and the fact that Henry was the culprit. When I arrived, she was unconscious and chained to the table, poisoned with a draeconium potion."

Wednesday watches as Weems's hands tighten slightly.

"Henry gave his unremarkable sob story before we engaged in combat. The noises woke her up, and she freed herself before she defended us against Henry."

"I noticed you weren't very descriptive in this area in your report," Weems points out.

"Everything she did was something only a high lord's daughter or a night faerie would be able to do, so I will keep it to myself. The police are welcome to come and try to get an answer out of me," Wednesday's eyes glint as she gives a sharp smile, "but at their own risk."

Weems gives a wry smile and waves her hand for Wednesday to continue.

"Henry's desperation to attack us and gain the upper hand led him to strain his eyes and lose consciousness. At that moment, Enid and everyone else barged in as they finally escaped his mindscape. We all made our way back here to get medical help."

Weems stares at Wednesday after the girl finishes recounting the story. "I see," the principal says evenly after a moment. "And that was what happened? Henry lost consciousness and you left him there immediately after?"

"Yes. I wasn't going to go out of my way to bring back a kidnapper and our attempted murderer," Wednesday shrugs.

"He could have died," Weems emphasizes pointedly. "Which would've been another death here at Nevermore two years in a row."

"His failure to kill us both is his own fault. He should deal with the consequences of it himself. The authorities were able to get them, were they not? I hear he's resting in his own guarded room." There was a telling smirk on Wednesday's face.

"Yes," Weems's voice is hard. "Though I'm sure you know the guards are useless, considering he no longer has eyes and can't use his gift anymore."

"I heard rumors around the hospital," Wednesday's face was indifferent again.

"Wednesday," Weems sighs. "This was a disaster. Henry Morrison Sr wants to further investigate the disappearance of his son's eyes. He's convinced that they were surgically removed and considering there was only you in this situation that was conscious, he wants to press charges against you."

"Is he an absolute moron?" Wednesday raises her brow. "Is he not aware of what his son attempted to do?"

"Yes, well—"

"I encourage him to try to press charges against me with the lack of evidence he has. This case would be so laughable, I wouldn't even need to hire legal help with how guaranteed my victory is."

"Yes," Weems cuts in before Wednesday can say anything else. "And I told him as such."

Wednesday sharply looks at the principal, her eyes full of suspicion. She has no doubts that Weems knew she had gouged out Henry's eyes. After all, she had timed it perfectly for the authorities to arrive on time before he could die.

The optic nerve was completely severed to ensure his psychic abilities could never manifest again, and then she fed his eyeballs to the fish in the river as she rowed her way back.

"I have informed Mr. Morrison Sr that back in 1956, there was a similar incident where a psychic had over-exerted himself, resulting in his eyes bursting and it seemed that may be the case here." Weems's eyes seem to search for something in Wednesday, but it doesn't seem like she's looking for the truth. "There's no proof indicating otherwise. With that, Henry Jr is expelled, obviously."

"Will he be going to jail like Tyler?" Wednesday's quick to ask.

"Well, considering only one student attacked—no, I'm not counting you as you foolishly went after Fae alone—it's not enough to warrant having the academy file charges—"

"Of course," Wednesday hisses disdainfully. "We wouldn't want to potentially harm the school's impeccable reputation—"

"—That being said," Weems cut in forcefully, giving Wednesday a stern look. "As Fae's guardian, I am personally filing charges. I'm quite confident Morrison Sr will want to accept the plea bargain when we meet next week, lest he wants a long, grueling court battle where I will drag his family name through the mud."

Wednesday went quiet. She doesn't apologize, but there's a mild look of respect in Wednesday’s eyes. Her eyes flicker down and then back up. "Why did you want me to recount the report if the investigation has obviously concluded?"

Weems gathers the paper on her desk, shuffling them to line up. "I merely wanted to hear the events in your own words, as the police will still want Fae's matching statement when she awakens."

Wednesday stares on.

"I'm dismissing you for the day," Weems says as she puts the papers back on her desk. "I'm rather tied up with things I cannot put off, and I have a meeting in half an hour. There's a car waiting for you at the gates."

"Why—" Wednesday starts to ask, but she can feel her heart thudding against her ribcage almost painfully, and she relishes in it.

"I have let the hospital staff know you'll be arriving to check her out on my authorization. I have already handled her discharge papers over the phone earlier. Listen to me for once and arrive before the police do," Weems says, dismissing Wednesday.

Wednesday gets up and walks out of the office briskly. She begins to walk towards the gates outside but stops. Turning towards her room, Wednesday first goes there and picks up the fuzzy black blanket, folding it neatly together, then draping it over her arm. She grabs a single grape lollipop from Enid's desk before she takes the shortest way to the front gates.

The ride feels tediously long, and Wednesday snaps at the driver to drive faster. It barely comes to a stop before Wednesday gets out and walks through the hospital doors. She doesn't make herself known to the front desk receptionists and takes the stairwell up and down the memorized pathway to room 316.

The door is already open, but there's no noise inside. There's a moment when Wednesday's heart drops at the lack of noise. Wednesday's used to feeling miserable; it brings her comfort and joy now even to feel so. Occasionally, she'll feel a type of misery she could live without.

Wednesday's never been aware of how un-miserable she wants to be as she approaches your door.

The moment Wednesday steps in, her face doesn't change at all. If anything, she looks more dispassionate than usual.

But she blinks.

"Hi, Wednesday."

You've probably said it hundreds of times now. You've said it in the same tone over and over, but Wednesday suddenly feels like it's better than any music she's heard. It even sounds better than Pugsley's screams.

You're smiling at her. You look tired with the bags and dark circles under your eyes, but you're alive, and you look so—Wednesday clenches her jaw—hers. You just look like hers. Franz Kafka said it best: you are the knife she turns inside herself.

"You are so cruel, Wednesday. I wake up to make your world less sunny, and you bring me only one grape lollipop? Rest assured you'll be listening to the grievances I have against you."

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"We should get up soon, I need to apply your salve."

"Can't you just apply it like this? You did yesterday."

"Need I remind you how long it took and in the end, I had to get up to get to the places I couldn't reach."

"I think I can stretch my wings further today. You might not have to get up."

Wednesday sighs at your mutterings but leaves it be. You'll probably be more agreeable to moving in an hour anyway.

Your body is a steady weight on top of hers, and you radiate a warmth that Wednesday thought would make her uncomfortable with how cool her body normally is. But it just makes everything tepid, and Wednesday finds she has a penchant for it.

Your head rests against her chest, and you once commented how eerie it was that it was such a slow and quiet heartbeat, like she might as well be dead. The words were entirely flattering.

Wednesday stares at the ceiling; she knows you're slowly falling asleep again. The past two weeks, you've been rather boring as all you can do is rest, but Wednesday finds it gives her a lot of time to think.

Her story has slowly been changing—it has been ever since she's grown closer to you. Between the mysteries and the morbidity of everything, her main character seems to be experiencing something else too.

Wednesday thinks about what it means to her and comes to an utterly disgusting conclusion.

She's happy.

It's so repugnant that Wednesday constantly sneers at herself. She has no desire to expand on it, but she'll catch herself thinking of useless things. It dampens the happiness into something Wednesday's also unfamiliar with, and she can't decide which is worse.

Wednesday's fingers trail over the arches of your wings, feeling the bone just underneath the soft feathers. Your wing twitches, but you say nothing. She continues her exploration of her wings, careful over the wounds that are still slowly healing but have been much better with the salve she created using Goody's spellbook.

Your wings start trilling when Wednesday reaches further toward the middle. The skin is thinner there, but the feathers are lush and thick.

"Tickles," you mumble, your brows furrowing but not opening your eyes.

Wednesday glances down at you before she pulls the blanket up higher. "Come with me to my manor on the next Parents' Day."

You let out a big yawn, ruffling your feathers with a small shake. "Are you sure?" You mumble, still sleepy.

"My mother invited you."

You hum. "Sure, it'd be nice to see where you live. I think I'll want to have dinner with Larissa on Friday night, but I can leave after."

"We'll go together on Saturday morning."

"'kay," you mutter sleepily.

There's a lull in silence again, and Wednesday feels discontentment in her chest. She wonders if you can hear it as you lay over her heart.

Wednesday clears her throat. "I have thought of a moniker for you."

She can feel you smiling.

"Oh?" You say amusedly, but you continue to lay there with your eyes closed. "Let's hear it."

"I believe we should just stick with Fae. We've already gone on too long, and there'd be no point in changing it now. Even if other faeries came to this school, there's still only one Fae. You'd merely confuse everyone with a new alias."

You let out a laugh then, shifting in Wednesday's arms. "It took you six months to come to that conclusion? Did you even come up with anything else?"

"Nothing that I would allow anyone else to call you," Wednesday huffs with annoyance, still cursing her father's passed-on nicknaming abilities.

"Why not?"

Silence again. Wednesday seems to be debating her discontentment before she says, "you are mine."

It's so simple, the words and the way she says it.

You finally open your eyes as you lift your head to look up at Wednesday, who is resting against the headboard of your bed. She looks at you as if challenging you to say otherwise.

"So, we're dating?" You tilt your head.

"Yes," Wednesday says with finality but also looks pained at the frivolous words and then sighs. "I never thought I'd be capable of wanting someone like this. I don't do feelings but all you make me do is feel things I have to research later."

"What kind of words?"

"Ridiculous words that I'm convinced are fake," Wednesday deadpans. "Regardless, I don't do feelings, but the idea of not experiencing more with you is unbearable."

"You're mine then?" you say, and it's more of a statement than a question.

"I am," Wednesday confirms.

You let out a soft laugh, and Wednesday tilts her head.

"I never thought I'd ever have anyone to call mine," you say with a quiet smile. "I have very few things, Wednesday. I promise to treat you very well."

Wednesday nods once, her fingers tracing over a feather. You lift yourself higher with your hands, coming face to face with the grim girl, your nose brushing against hers. She was so serious looking.

"I discovered last year that I'm capable of evolving," Wednesday says quietly, her lips brushing against yours as her hands rest on the small of your back. "It's inequitable how much you've affected me."

You smile widely then, your lips parting in a huff of laughter. They're so ridiculous. Really, you're made for her, and she's made for you. "Wednesday, you've changed me since the day I laid my eyes on you." You kiss her, and the only noise in the room is the sound of your wings gently fluttering with excitement and Wednesday's stolen breath.

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"I believe I've come up with an acceptable arrangement of your epithet," Wednesday declares. "I'm owed your phone number."

You don't even look at her as you blindly reach for your phone on your desk, too comfortable to move from lying on top of Wednesday as you cuddle.

Wednesday watches you fiddle around on your device before her phone in her sweater pocket vibrates.

She pulls her phone out and sees there's a text from you.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: save this number 😗

"What is the meaning of this?" Wednesday asks, her voice low and dangerous, but you seem unbothered.

"You have my number now?"

"You had my phone number this entire time?" Wednesday feels something brewing inside of her, and it's mainly murder.

You nod, still lying on top of her with your eyes closed. "Enid gave it to me after the bet was made."

"Why?" Wednesday demanded.

"Because I asked for it?"

"Then why make the ridiculous bet? Did you enjoy listening to such brainless suggestions?"

"I told you," you smile. "I only make bets where I'll win either way. I wanted you to come up with something and win to give you the excuse of asking for my number. If you didn't, then Enid was already giving up and about to suggest we stick to Fae the next time it got brought up. I would've texted you after the bet was over."

Wednesday stares down at you, and she bores into the side of your head and plots silently.

"You are detestable, but I respect your strategy and deception. Although, regardless of the fact you are mine will not save you from my revenge."

You finally look up at Wednesday's unimpressed stare and smile at her.

"Threatening me with a good time again, are you?"

END

EPILOGUE 1

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Hope you enjoyed the series! :)

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i984 · 2 years ago

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Not So Peachy of a Trick | Part 3

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader was under the impression of one thing, Wednesday never elaborates the misunderstanding until now, lame-ass guy trying to make moves, Jealous! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: Your whole entire relationship with Wednesday Addams is apparently a lie.

|Word count|: 1.1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 3 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (check link in reply for my masterlist)! Reblog and like if you enjoy!

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Dying.

That's what you feel like doing right now.

A lame-ass guy is sitting on what would usually be Wednesday's seat at Weathervane's sofa booth. And what makes it even worse? He's talking- no, flirting with you, you're pretty sure, and your apparently not-girlfriend is not here to save you.

Your mind travels back to the implausible turn of events unfolding earlier that evening as you sip your coffee and nod your head, smiling politely at the man's poor attempt at a joke.

"What. The. Actual. Friggin. Sheet. IS HAPPENING HERE?"

You quickly push yourself off Wednesday when the blonde's booming voice rings through the entire dormitory to hear.

"I believe you have eyes to see what had happened, Enid." Wednesday's tone sounds calm and collected—like she hasn't just taken all the air out of your lungs from the intensity of her kiss—and you can practically hear her best friend who had witnessed everything squeal and jump in excitement; hardwood floor squeaking in her wake.

"Oh my god, tell me everything!" Enid ran and sprawled her figure across your bed as she continued, "I know you guys have like a thing going on, but I didn't expect it to go so far as to flash me with a passionate make-out session," and you can hear the mix of curiosity and nausea etched in her voice.

You groan as you bury your head in your arms, face heating up because suddenly the room feels abnormally hot.

"She humiliated me with compliments a few days ago," Wednesday answers the werewolf's request, "in front of everybody else unfortunate enough to be at an earshot distance from us—which wouldn't be too hard with the incessantly loud voice—so I had to make sure payback hurts."

"Like a bitch?" Enid wiggles her eyebrows, voice teasing.

"Sure," Wednesday replies flatly.

You raise your head to look at the raven-haired girl, face grimacing in betrayal. "That's it? That's why you agreed to make-out with me? To get back at me?" your breathing quickens as you process Wednesday's words.

"How far did you plan all this? Is that why you even proposed this whole study date thing?"

"Precisely."

You widen your eyes at Wednesday's reply, and at that moment, you want nothing more than to sink into the bottom of the ocean; that way, you at least wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of even being in the same room with her.

And Enid. Oh god, Enid knows. She'd seen the whole thing, and you're sure everyone else in this academy would know all the deeds by tomorrow morning.

A meek "...why?" is all you can let out, heart beating wildly against your chest as you feel like you're about to explode.

"Because I didn't come here to lose," came Wednesday's reply, and you were about to complain before she added the sentence that would be the bane of your existence, "and this isn't a date."

"What?" you snapped your head in Wednesday's direction, sitting straighter in your seat.

"This isn't a date," Wednesday said impassively, "I simply executed my fool-proof strategy, and it was a resounding success."

"But you are dating, right?" Enid finally cuts in. There's a direness in her voice as you see one of her eyebrows raised in half-concern.

You scoffed at the werewolf's silly question. "Of course, we are-"

"No. We aren't," Wednesday cuts in.

Your mouth gaped at the absurdity of her words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean you're not dating each other?" Enid jumped off the bed and grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders, face contorting in shock.

"Yeah, what do you mean we're not dating?" Your voice raised as you spoke, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat like 5 minutes ago- Don't you dare say we're not dating-"

The aggression and frustration are evident in your voice, and even the densest person on the planet would recognize the scrunched-up, hurt look on your face. Is Wednesday gaslighting you?

"As I said. We're not dating. I just put my strategy-

"-into action? Yeah, is that what you wanted to say? Is that it? Am I just a pawn on your chessboard? Some amusing game you play when you get bored?"

You stood up as you choked out your next words, "What even is all this, Wens? Am I just a joke to you? I know that we never made it official or something like that, but I thought we had something going on. Something special, even."

You held back a tear as you waited for Wednesday's response. There came none. She only sits there with her jaw clenched, as if you're being childish and acting pathetic.

"But I guess we're nothing special, huh?" your inquiry fell on deaf ears, "Heck, there wasn't even a 'we' to begin with."

You bitterly chuckled as you tore your eyes away, catching a glimpse of Enid's sorry face. Quickly grabbing your stuff from the desk, you turned your back away from the two best friends and walked to your door, only stopping briefly to mutter a quick "See you around, Addams," before slamming the door after you.

And just like that, you were alone once again.

"-your number?" You snap back into reality at the sudden raising in the voice of the man talking to you. You look down to hide your exasperated look and take a deep breath before asking him to repeat his question.

"Yeah, can I get your number? I think you're cute and I'd love to get to know you," the stranger says as he leans forward in your direction; eyes looking expectantly at you.

You sigh. You haven't even responded to a single thing the guy has said in the past 15 minutes; your mind is too busy sulking at the sour memory.

Is this what you look like all the time you've spent with Wednesday? Maybe this is what it feels like for her; uninterested and slightly annoyed that you haven't gotten the hint and back off.

You take another sip of your coffee.

It tastes bitter.

Grabbing a tissue paper and a pen from your coat, you write a string of random numbers to get him off your back.

What you had missed was the ice-cold stare of a familiar figure watching your every movement intently the entire time. You also missed the doorbell brutishly chiming when you handed the tissue paper to the man.

Next thing you know, your hand is yanked until you're forced to stand up from the sofa booth, a possessive arm snaking around the side of your waist, pulling your bodies flush together.

You don't have to look over to see who the intruder is; the familiar cold fingers on your skin and the seething rage emitting from the person beside you give away the identity.

At that moment, you only had one thought in your mind;

Wednesday Friday Addams is a frickin' menace.

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caitlynskitten · 4 months ago

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Many things happened that fateful night. A scheme born of vengeance came to fruition. A grim ritual was performed. Villains vanquished by heroes cast. Many lives were saved, of which a noteworthy two became entwined. In spite of their opposing natures, and with their peers as witness, they embraced. A fateful night ended in triumph.

But what if one of those two was left with a secret?

Since that night, Wednesday wakes up 1 hour earlier every morning. She spends this extra time reading the pages of a new manuscript, meticulously memorizing each line. Once done, she locks it away in the new safe beneath her desk.

Enid doesn’t notice because by the time she wakes up, everything else is normal. Wednesday seems herself and outside of the expected trauma of the incident, little in their routine has changed. They are perhaps closer now, and growing closer still with each passing day. Life moves on.

But Enid does eventually notice something odd. Wednesday’s writing hour, already a thing of great importance to the seer, has become an obsession. Now taking place immediately before bed, it is staunchly upheld with venomed words and threats of violence.

Nothing can distract Wednesday from her reestablished writing hour. No celebration is more important. No case dire enough to take precedence. When the hour strikes, the writer is at her desk, writing that mysterious new manuscript.

No one else senses the difference, but Enid can. She sees the anxiety in her roommate’s eyes whenever that hour draws near. Can smell the rank odor of terror left in her wake as Wednesday, delayed even slightly, rushes back to their room. Back to her typewriter. Back to that manuscript.

It is in their room and upon that typewriter that Wednesday writes her secret. With great detail, she writes of her day. Every experience. Any conversation had. All the moments in between. And most importantly, her time with Enid.

Once the hour is complete, Wednesday collects those pages and adds them to the safe. To that manuscript she refuses to talk of, even to Enid. And from the moment that safe lock engages, the writer is in bed. She does not talk to Enid. She does not entertain anything else except for going to sleep, even if sleeping is the thing she dreads most.

Why? Because that’s when it happens. That’s when Wednesday forgets. That’s when every single thing that she has experienced that day simply evaporates, fading into the same void that swallowed the rest of her memories. That’s when Wednesday Addams stops existing, leaving behind just 3 fundamental concepts.

There is a number in her head that unlocks a particular safe.

In that safe is a manuscript containing who she is.

Her heart belongs to the stranger that shares her room.

That is Wednesday’s secret. That she is barely a person now. That she is made anew every morning. That all it would take to erase her identity is a lit match.

So Wednesday exists, surviving by a routine too rigid to deny, fearing every night that eventually Enid will discover what she has become. A pretender, made of little more than inked words upon paper. Just the memories of a memory.

Genuinely not kidding when I say why would you do this to my heart? How could you. (In a good way I absolutely love this) but how COULD YOU😭

#asks #achromatophoric #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #the addams family #jenna ortega #incorrect wednesday #Netflix

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writing-rat · 1 month ago

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Hidden Injury

Pairings: Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams, Wednesday Addams and Bianca Barclay

Content: Wednesday has a torn ACL, Wednesday is bad at feelings, Enid is a sunshine, not a graphic injury

Summary: Wednesday gets hurt when exploring an abandoned building and decides to hide the injury.

WC: 2183

Wednesday couldn’t believe it. She had fallen in an abandoned building nearby and had cut herself on a rock. She sighed, feeling the blood dripping down her jeans. She also saw the cut on her jeans. At least it was late, Enid would be asleep by now. It was 2 am after all. She decided to leave the building after the injury, limping a little as she had caught her knee on the rock and landed on it awkwardly, as well as scratching it. She could treat it though, she knew it. She had heard a snapping sound but figured it was something she had fallen on. Something like a twig. She could still walk after all, albeit not twist her leg or turn it. She was sure it would be okay, it had to be. As she walked, the adrenaline wore off but she was getting close to Nevermore. She would be okay, she could sleep it off and keep it secret. She could feel the pain as she walked on it but she kept ignoring it. She knew if she was hurt her girlfriend would panic. As much as she loved the wolf, she didn’t want to be the cause of her panic. She didn’t deserve to be panicked over anything, she should be happy and excited all the time. Panic did not look good on her wolf.

Soon she arrived at her dorm, the stairs caused her severe pain but she kept going. She was glad to be home, stripping off her jeans, vest and shirt as she entered the bathroom holding her pyjamas. She was correct about the wolf though. She was fast asleep. Sitting down on the bathtub ledge, she got the medkit that Enid bought in case Wednesday was injured. The wolf knew that Wednesday hid her pain and her emotions but she loved her nonetheless. Enid knew Wednesday would talk to her at some point, hopefully before breaking point. Cleaning the wound, she hissed in pain, it being more painful whenever she touched it. She could see her knee had swollen a little bit but it wasn’t much at least. That was when she grabbed a bandage and compressed her knee, deciding that would help. She wouldn’t need to do anymore. Finally, she changed into her pyjamas. That was when she went to bed, limping along the way as she was in her own safe space. She could trust having a weakness there.

Laying down, she crossed her arms as usual and drifted off to sleep. The pain woke her up at times during the night but she decided to keep ignoring it. She didn’t realise how much her knee was swelling up though.

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The next morning, Wednesday woke up earlier than Enid as usual. Even with her lack of sleep. Getting up, she hissed in pain as she looked down at her knee. It was swollen to all hell. Luckily she wore a skirt as the uniform so she could hide it. Getting up, she limped over to her closet as she got her neat, clean uniform out as well as a bra, panties and a pair of socks. She also grabbed some shorts. She didn’t like wearing the skirt without a pair of shorts after all. Limping into the bathroom, she turned the shower on as she unstripped herself, looking at her wound and her knee. She shook her head, still disappointed in how she got the injury before she stepped into the shower and sighed in relief. She was still mainly standing on her non-injured leg but it felt relaxing. Turning her knee, she couldn’t help the yelp of pain that coursed throughout her entire body. She grumbled under her breath before she faced the shampoo, conditioner and body wash and grabbed what she needed. After 30 minutes, she was done showering and brushing her teeth before she dressed and walked out, trying to act casual. Enid would be waking up now.

Just as predicted, Enid was awake, sat up blinking blearily at her phone before looking up at Wednesday. “Morning babe,” she hummed, rolling out of bed onto the hardwood floor. Usually, Wednesday would be concerned but she realised it was part of Enid’s routine, and she would be ok. She had done it so many times after all that Wednesday didn’t get concerned. In Enid’s words, it woke her up. The wolf proceeded to go over to Wednesday, leaning down a bit before she kissed the goth. Wednesday proceeded to kiss back before Enid went into the bathroom and she grabbed her crumpled-up uniform.

Wednesday proceeded to recompress her knee before she was fully ready for the day and put on her boots. Knowing if Enid saw her limping she would panic, she proceeded to leave a note. It read:

Mi Amor,

I have decided to go to breakfast early as I spent a long time outside last night and forgot to grab a snack.

I will be sitting with y(our) friends.

Love, W.A

Satisfied with the note, she nodded and continued on with her day, albeit limping at times and being slow down the stairs. Of course, everyone noticed but was too scared to ask if she was ok or needed help. They valued their lives after all and Wednesday appreciated being left alone. She proceeded to the dining room where she got her usual breakfast. A breakfast burrito and a quad over ice. She was a creature of habit so she knew where everything was and how long it took. She eventually reached the bench where Bianca was already with Eugene who was talking about how the bees were doing.

“Good morning Addams,” Bianca spoke. “Ready for fencing today?” she asked. Wednesday cursed in her head. She forgot she had fencing today. Oh well, she could push through it.

Without hesitating, she said, “Always. I love to beat you after all.” Eugene smiled.

“Morning Wednesday! Hummers club after school today?” he asked. Wednesday thought about that before shrugging.

“Of course,” Wednesday spoke. Bianca could tell something was off but she wasn’t sure what though, she decided to not think about it though. If Addams needed help then she would ask for it.

Soon Yoko, Divina, Kent and Enid came over as everyone started talking, Enid holding Wednesday’s non-injured leg gently. She always loved physical touch and Wednesday would allow it. Hell, she even leaned into Enid, closing her eyes slightly as she was tired still from last night. No one would comment on it if they valued their life though. Ajax soon came over, being the last as he was obviously stoned but that was what made him decent in Wednesday’s eyes.

“You ok babycakes? You’re not acting like usual,” Enid whispered to Wednesday concerned about her well-being. Enid nodded.

“When am I ever not?” she asked. Enid raised an eyebrow.

“When you’re hiding something,” Enid commented. Wednesday froze before she unfroze and shook her head.

“I’m just tired,” she spoke. Enid took that. Wednesday was happy about that as she was relaxing under her touch again.

Soon classes were about to start and everyone stood up, Wednesday getting up slower before she was facing where she wanted to walk and moved her legs. “Have fun in fencing Miercoles!” Enid spoke. Wednesday couldn’t stop her blush as she looked down at that nickname. She loved it admittedly, but only Enid could call her that.

“Have fun in biology. What is it you’re doing, sex education?” she teased the wolf, Enid letting out a groan as she hid her face.

“Don’t remind me,” she whined. Wednesday chuckled before she shook her head, leaving to fence with Bianca who was at her side. Bianca wasn’t sure but she thought she saw Wednesday limping before it corrected. At that, she thought she was just seeing things.

Eventually, both girls were changed and ready, Wednesday having her sabre ready. She was nervous though, her heart pounding like hell. She didn’t want anyone to know her knee was hurt. People would see her as weak if so. “En garde,” Coach Vlad called out, watching all his students. Today was a tournament to see who could last the longest. He expected it to be Bianca and Wednesday though.

While Wednesday was in position, she could feel her knee tensing up and felt the pain get worse. She gritted her teeth, glad she was wearing a mask at least. “Start!” Coach Vlad spoke next. Bianca and Wednesday were quick to start. Wednesday kept ignoring the pain, going for 5 seconds as she dodged before she tried to get a point when Bianca dodged and went for Wednesday’s chest. Wednesday, in instinct, turned her bad leg to dodge but she immediately ended up on the ground, gasping as she held her knee from the pain that coursed throughout her body. She couldn’t breathe properly. Bianca was soon next to her as well as Coach Vlad, Bianca talking to Yoko who was soon calling someone. Wednesday soon got up, ignoring the touch.

“I’m fine, let’s keep going,” Wednesday spoke, glaring at Vlad who shook his head. That was when Bianca immediately grabbed her upper chest, just under her armpits as she lifted her up. Wednesday hissed just like a cat would, kicking out.

“You’re gonna injure yourself more. Do you want that?” Bianca asked, looking at Yoko. “How far away is Enid?” Bianca asked as Wednesday finally kicked Bianca in the stomach. Bianca grunted, Wednesday trying to wrestle out her grip but she was too weak. She was slowly losing energy though. In one final burst, she kicked Bianca in the leg and just as she was free she was grabbed by someone else.

“Get off me leech,” Wednesday hissed, turning her head around as she expected to see Yoko. In reality, it was her girlfriend and she stopped.

“Come on, we’re going to the infirmary. I will let you walk but if you try and run, I will carry you, and you know how strong I am,” Enid warned. Wednesday opened and closed her mouth before she sighed and let Enid lead the way. She was cursed to follow her word after all.

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Once in the infirmary, Enid stayed as Wednesday’s leg was tested on. She kept grumbling under her breath, however. “How did this happen?” the nurse asked Wednesday, writing down the diagnosis.

“I fell on some stone and landed on a rock. Heard a crack but I thought I just snapped a twig,” Wednesday answered, feeling foolish for even falling.

“Well, you’ve torn your knee ligament so you have an ACL tear. Luckily, it isn’t too bad,” the nurse spoke, looking at Wednesday. “You’re lucky you were caught with it or it could get worse. You are to have a week off for it to heal, and you need to ice it for 30 minutes every 4 hours. You also need to elevate it while it heals, you may go to your dorm now. Enid, can you take her? I can make notes for you to skip a week of lessons,” the nurse spoke and Enid nodded, picking up Wednesday who sighed. She knew she wouldn’t be walking any time soon if Enid was taking care of her, hell she’d be carried to the bathroom and bathed.

After 20 minutes, they reached their dorm room, Wednesday in silence as she glared at the wall. “I’m gonna filet Bianca with my sushi knife,” Wednesday mumbled.

“No, you will not. She is our friend… plus who will be your fencing partner then?” Enid teased. Wednesday sighed before she nodded. “Now… why did you hide this from everyone?” Enid asked, setting Wednesday on her bed as she got her some comfortable clothes out. Wednesday stripped down, not wanting Enid to do that. She did change in front of her though as Enid got a pillow set up as well as the ice.

“I… didn’t want to be perceived as weak,” Wednesday admitted, letting her girlfriend help her. Admittedly it felt quite nice being cared for.

“You saved the school, no one would perceive you as a weak baby. Trust me. You don’t have to hide from me too. Why did you?” she asked, laying next to Wednesday.

“Because… I didn’t want to make you panic,” she admitted.

“Babe. I’m better with wounds and injuries. I am calmer, you don’t have to panic anymore about making me panic. Ok? Please just admit when you’re injured,” Enid pleaded. Wednesday looked down, clenching her teeth before she nodded.

“I shall next time Enid. I am sorry,” she apologised.

“It’s ok. Now, after classes you will apologise to Bianca for kicking her and Yoko for calling her a leech,” Enid spoke strictly. Wednesday whined.

“Do I have to?” she asked.

“Yes, they’re our friends. You have all school day to apologise,” Enid spoke. Wednesday grumbled under her breath. “Now, let’s get you some more sleep huh?” she offered. Wednesday nodded, cuddling into Enid immediately as she smiled.

Enid felt lucky to have Wednesday, and Wednesday felt lucky to have Enid.

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #enid sinclair x wednesday addams #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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kseung · 2 years ago

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Wednesday Addams x Reader

Coffeen't

Requested.

Warnings: Coffee addiction :(, none more tho

Words: HC-126~, Drabble-844~, Both: 970~

I didn't know whether to write the HC or the Drabble, so I did both.

HC:

•You love coffee

•Yet, you love Wednesday more

•It's an addiction, honestly

•At first, Wednesday was glad you weren't being soul-sucked by the abyss that social media is

•But that was NOT better than finding out you, at most, get 3 hours of sleep

•And why? Coffee!

•She tries to get you to sleep at less-demonic hours

•Shes is not able to

•Hardest challenge ever

•Hyde? Trainer boss. You? Final boss.

•She tried to get you decaf coffee once. Never again.

•Bit by bit, you started drinking less coffee

•But you still weren't having 5 hours minimum, so she created a plan. Once you knew you wouldn't reject

•"Cuddle me."

•"What?"

•"Cuddle. Me. Don't make me repeat it."

•So you did.

•Best sleep ever.

Drabble:

You love coffee. You really love coffee. Everyone knew. Even those who weren't your friends. It was evident. Every day you are seen drinking at least 2 coffees. Americano, you say, but with the number of extra shots in there maybe it doesn't count as an Americano anymore.

—You should stop drinking that much coffee.

You looked at Wednesday, almost offended. Enid and Ajax eyed you for a while before returning to whatever lovey-dovey stuff they were doing. She stared, trying to intimidate you. As a challenge, she took your coffee so it could be safely away from you.

—I will not. You drink quads, little hypocrite. You're not so good yourself.

—Say that again and I'll break your hands.

—I mean, you sure love it when I-

She elbowed your side with force, making your grin become bigger. She knows how to kick ass. And it showed. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were in a bit of pain.

—No need to be so violent in public, Wednesday. We can leave that to your room if you-

She gave you your stupid coffee so you could shut up.

•••••

—I'm relieved you are not being indoctrinated by the endless pit of darkness social media is, but, please, stop drinking so much coffee! I can't tell now what I'd dislike more.

—It's not that bad!

—"It's not that bad", you say? You barely sleep 3 hours.

—I wouldn't sleep much anyway, you know.

—You still shouldn't drink that much coffee. It only gives you anxiety.

—At least it gives me mild anxiety. I wouldn't be able to live your life. It'd stress me out too much. Maybe I'd end up drinking double the coffee I do now.

—Don't be difficult.

—I'm just tryna defend my habit.

—Stupidly so—, Wednesday said. You agreed, smiling. It made her annoyed, which made you want to laugh.

—I won't drink more coffee today, don't worry about it.

She eyed you, and nodded. Classes were just continuing, so you went your separate ways.

•••••

You tried. You really tried. But "you really liked the taste," that's what you said. Perhaps it was only the chemical effect of caffeine on your body, or the addiction you were quite sure you had developed.

—I made this one with milk, and just one espresso. It's barely coffee—, you sulked. Wednesday wasn't as annoyed.

—At least you considered your health this time.

You hadn't...

—Yeah... well. As much as I like coffee, I know I should drink more water—.You shrugged and continued drinking. Wednesday sighed.

•••••

After some days of trying to drink less coffee, sleeping earlier, and having decaf, nothing changed. Your sleep schedule was that bad. It made you laugh in pity.

—I swear that if you don't sleep anytime soon I'll be the one putting you to sleep. Permanently.

You jumped in surprise. You hadn't expected Wednesday to wake up. Your head was too busy buried down in a book to check if she was asleep. You closed the book, placing it softly on your desk. When you turned around Wednesday was already glaring at you while sitting up.

—Sorry. I couldn't sleep.

You got up, slowly pushing your chair so it'd be put away. You toned down your lamp until it barely illuminated. It was nice having something other than darkness once in a while.

—It's 2:47 a.m. Lie down. Here—. She moved to her left a bit, then placing her right hand on top of your bedding.

That was an odd invitation, but maybe it was just because; it was your dorm, not hers, which meant no Enid; you had no roommate, so it was peaceful there. It meant she could be the tiniest bit more emotional when she was there.

—Right up.

You weren't complaining about that. Usually, when Wednesday stayed the night, she'd sleep on your bed and not question when and where you slept. You just had some naps here and there, on the desk chair. But she had no business knowing that.

You laid down next to her, stiff like a corpse next to another corpse.

—Loosen up. You won't ever sleep if you stay like that—, she said. Weird. It's odd seeing her be caring. —Else, I'd have no option but to hold you until you sleep.

—Are you saying you will cuddle with me, Wednesday?—, you asked playfully.

She responded with silence, as usual when you tease her. You kept silent too, staring at what you could, barely, make out of the ceiling. You heard a faint "hmm" before you felt an arm wrap itself around you, as light as a feather. You saw Wednesday staring back at you, clearly embarrassed. It was lovely.

You turned to your side, making her see your back. But of course, only to have her hug you tighter. You held her hand in yours as she embraced you. You beat her to her own game despite being tired now.

—No words. Night.

—Sleep well.

That you did, thanks to your very sweet girlfriend.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday adams #wednesday #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagine #wednesday imagines #fanfic

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todayispeia · 2 years ago

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✩°｡‘ A POE CUP TO REMEMBER

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

words: 3k

genre: smut, slowburn romance (kinda), flirting, teasing, fingering

a/n: im not great at creating a fanfic, so expect grammatical errors and typo’s ahead !! i hope you enjoy this ♡

you were the new student at nevermore. you were assigned to be roommate with the girl named enid. she was practically a werefolf and a all-rounder gossip girl at the school. she tour you to the hallway where all the students gather there, there was a werewolves, sirens, and many more. “oh, and that girl bianca, he dated our tortured artist, xavier thorpe” she said, pointing the guy who was painting at the wall. he looked at you and not a minute he continues to focus at his drawing.

after the tour, you relaxed a while at your dorm. it was raining outside, “enid, i’m just gonna go downstairs, just catching some raindrops” you said. enid just nodded and continue to dance all by herself. while walking outside, you saw the statue falling above you, but someone pushes you away from it. causing yourself to be unconscious.

after the incident where the statue almost hit you on the head, luckily a student saved your life.

you wake up at the room, seeing a guy beside you, he was already standing, perhaps waiting for you to open your eyes. you immediately get up causing him to sit quickly. “nurse said you dont have a concussion, anyway, im glad you’re awake” he muttered. ”its because im not, and will never be. and the last thing i remember is i was walking alone 'til i saw a statue falling to me.” you said while looking at him. “and, how did you even get there that fast? i believe there was no one when i walked there, i was alone” you added, it was a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. he clicks his tongue before replying to your statement, “call it instinct” he said. “instinct, huh? well, dont expect me to gave you a gratitude or something. its quite unreal to myself giving someone like that” you said while fixing your posture to face him. “mm-hmm. you know, most people just say thank you” he said, looking at you. “i didn't even requested to be rescued that time” — “and you thought i should have just let that thing smash you to mush?” he replied. “i mean, i could have just save myself” you said while crossing your arms. “too much independent would cause you trouble” he scoffs, you couldn't help but to laugh at what he just said. “id rather have a lots of independent, if i will be honest.” you said, “i know you aren't asking my name, but, im xavier thorpe. you’re the new student here, right? the last time we met, i was about two feet shorter, and 40 pounds heavier” he said, “ah, yes. i do remember you, the guy who was painting earlier on the walls. im y/n ” you muttered. “y/n, sounds good” he said. “i believe i can go now, yes? well, see you around, xavier.” you said, getting up to exit the room. “yeah, see you too” he said looking at you.

a few werewolves were howling at the night. you and enid went to the window to check out. “if you really are a werewolf, why aren't you howling like them?” you asked, its quite different to encounter a werewolf not howling when its full moon. “i cant. my mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but i have been to the best lycanologist” she muttered, she only had a claw, which is awesome because of how she painted it with vivid colors. “i had to fly to milwaukee, would you believe it?” she said, toning disgusted at herself. “what happened next?” you asked, you were interested at it because of how different she was than other wolves here in nevermore. “i would be a lone wolf” she muttered, looking down. “thats quite sorrowful to know about you, what would happen if ever you didn’t wolf out yet?” you said, while you continue to asked her about her condition. “i uh... i’d be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate” she said, the tone was a bit aching to feel. its like a mixture of disappointed and rage of anger. “you’ll wolf out, someday. i can feel it” you said, cheering her up. “thanks, y/n. i do hope so”

the school announce that nevermore will be attending to a harvest festival this night. “hey, are you excited for this event?” enid asked, smiling at you. “yeah, well i guess. i’ll just play some games there basically” you said, smiling a little. “thats great, well, this event me and ajax will meet there too. im so excited!” she said. after arriving at the event, enid and you decided to split up there since she said she was gonna meet ajax, her crush basically. you walked around and play darts, it was a basic one, obviously. while playing, xavier went to you, “jeez, didnt know you get any better at this, i bet you can catch the big one toy here” he said already looking to you. “im good at any games, i have played this since i was seven” you muttered, the balloons went popping and popping 'til you win. “quite a good shot” he compliment, “why dont you go search for your hobbies rather than talking to me” you muttered, looking at him to see that he was smiling. “all right, well then, i’ll play these darts too” he said while keeping his smile there. he was quite great at shooting the darts in the balloon too, there was an emotion that pops up to you out of nowhere. it was a feeling that you had a long time ago, but you couldn't understand what that is, so you shrugged it away. “hey, is your mind full of thoughts?” xavier said, tapping your shoulders. you look at him with a wide eyes, you were spaced out because of the thoughts. you look at him holding a cute bear beside him, seem’s that he win the game too.

“everyone, the principal said we should go watch the fireworks!” a student shouted at the crowds. “we should get going now, y/n” xavier said, pulling you out of the crowds to watch the fireworks. you didn't respond but just nodded at him. the fireworks were amazing, different colors, both of you were smiling each other. “seems that you had a great smile hiding there” he said, smiling at you. you couldn't help but giggled at what he said. it feel like a spark was creating that day, you thought to yourself. “hey y/n? i have something to ask” he muttered, turning around to face you. “spit it out” you said, looking at him. “are you going to the poe cup competition?” he asked, smiling. it looks like he was expecting you to see there. “oh, well, i think i would join too. and i’ll go at enid’s team, if ever she would join too” you said.

and so, the poe cup competition begins. you saw enid and the other students designing the boat. it was black and the design was like a cat figure. you went to look it more closer, enid notice you and wave. “so, you’re going to the poe cup competition?” she asked, smiling as always. “yeah, and i decided that i wanted to be part of your team, if thats what it calls” you muttered. “great! because our team will be having a cute black cat outfit this upcoming event! im sure you’ll love it” she said. “hm, maybe i will. i would check it out if there’s a costume published now” you replied. while enid was helping the others with the boat, you walked away silently and moved somewhere. while looking at the areas, you saw xavier at the archery. he was quite bad at it. you moved closer to have conversations with him, even in a small amount of time. “bad shot, i think you need a mentor for that” you said, crossing your arms. he looked at you with disbelief, “didnt see you coming, are you interested in archery or you’re here to entertain me instead?” he said, smirking while he tried for the second time. “actually, i was just lurking around here, until i saw you” you replied. you started to pick up the bow and a arrow to tried it out. “have you ever tried to handle a bow and shoot an arrow?” he asked. “we’ll see what i can do” you said, you prepared your bow and arrow to shoot it in the red spot. the luck was on your side, the sharp of the arrow went thru to the red spot. while xavier, he was quite impressed at what you did. “impressive, i already think to your statement earlier that you should be my mentor instead” he said, smirking at you. “dont gave me that look, it’s intriguing” you said. “well, see you in the competition, i bet you’ll look nice” you said and swiftly walked away. “is that a flirt or a compliment?” he shoutedly asked to you.

it is now class time and you walked over to the following schedule. you saw bianca and the other sirens looking at you. “there’s an open spot next to me” xavier spoked, you walked beside him and sit. looks like he was sketching something, more like a spider. he moves his hand only to make the sketch of his to move in reality. you can say that it was quite impressive that a sketchy spider can be alive in just by his hands. “admit it, you’re a little impressed” he muttered, looking at you with a smile. “hate to admit that you’re right, i was impressed in that magical hands of yours” — “wanna know what this magical hands can do?” xavier said, you looked at him with a disgust, but your insides says otherwise.

it is now the competition for the poe cup, enid’s team was labeled as black cats, its quite attractive. “hey, y/n! your costume is at the tent! you can wear it now” she said, smiling at you. “oh, thats great news. i’ll go wear it now.” you muttered, the outfit was fitted, and the ears fitted well to you. “OMG, you look purr-fect!” enid said, she walked back to help the others with the whiskers. while xavier walked towards you, “didnt know you’ll look good in black, y/n” he said, looking up and down at you. “you look like a serial killer clown at that costume of yours, thats more than a word attractive to me” you replied, smirking at him. “i considered that as a flirt, i’ll get back that” he said while smiling, he went on to his team and sat on the boat. it was now all settled, everyone was on the boat now. while you were focusing, you notice xavier was looking at you, you went to look at him but he looked to another direction. “i want to wrlcome you all to the edgar allan poe cup!” — “this is one of nevermore’s proudest annual traditions, dating back 125 years. each team must row across to raven island, pull a flag from crackstone’s crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk. first team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well ss some special privileges. ”

“let the poe cup begin!” a sound of shotgun bang to the air and all teams swiftly sweep in the lake. one of the teams were suddenly drag on the side of the lake, causing them to bump into the giant figure and sunk. you immediately figured out that someone was trying to ruin the teams, so you immediately made up a plan. you remembered before the competition that you requested enid to put some traps or any thing that can capture in the lake. and this was the great time, you click the button and immediately figured it out that there was a mermaid nearby your boat that was about to sabotage. luckily it was now wrapped by a fishnet and no longer can bother your team. as your boat hit the next task, “stay here and make sure the other teams can't sabotage our boat. im gonna get the flag and perhaps, distract some jokers” you said to enid, you quickly run to the woods to find the crackstone’s crypt, you saw xavier there so you quickly hide from a tree to sabotage him. when you saw xavier is now nearby to you, you rush to pull him somewhere. “hey! we still have a competition, what were you thinking?” he asked, you quickly covered his mouth as you both made your way to the crackstone’s crypt where your flag was. “shush your mouth or my mouth will do it for you” you said while you picked up your team’s flag. “as if your mouth can make me shut up, prove it then” he said pulling you closer to him, you were furious because of what he said, the tone was underestimating you. you pull him closer to gave him a peck of kiss, and run away from him. he was about to gave it all but all he gotten was frustration from you for teasing, as you now go back to your teams, xavier also came back as well. while your team is at the lake coming back for the finish line, the mermaid was back again at the lake, trying to destroy your team’s boat, but you didn’t want to disappoint your friend neither anyone. so, you decide to swim over down to pull the mermaid back on what he needs to be. you pull his tail down to the lake and luckily, he swim away. you went back to the boat because of the water suffocating your lungs. your team fastly sweep the lake back to the nevermore, you and the team also sabotage the bees boat to slow them down. luckily, your team won after the competition. a lots of students was shocked after the competition, because all they knew is that bianca, herself, will always win. not until you were now part of the nevermore.

not until xavier pulled you to his dorm. you knew you’re fucked up.

“oh, so you’re into teasing, isn’t? teasing me in the middle of competition, you planned this, didn’t you y/n?” he asked, he was now pinning you against the wall, letting out his anger and frustrations at you. “would you be done if i said yes? or what? you’re gonna do something to me, you little fratboy” you muttered, you moved away yet his hands grab you and push you to bed. “oh yeah? actually, i have something to confess before i start something fun” he said while looking up and down to you with a smirk. “spit it out xavier, i dont wanna wait” you stated, “you know, ever since the harvest festival, i already have feelings for you. and i cant get you off my mind, and in the meantime, i’ve always wanted to have intimate with you, hopelessly devoted to get you” he said, you were shocked after what he just said. you didn’t know what to feel, the heat was getting higher and higher, it was so intense. all this time trying to shrug your feelings towards him, he finally cleared it out. you couldn’t express it properly so you pulled him to a kiss, he kissed back to you that is no eager, so needy. it looks like he have been waiting patiently for this to happened. his tongue swiftly made his way to your mouth, causing you to moan in the kiss, his hands went thru your boobs to massage it softly, your back arch because of it. both of you cut the kiss to breath first. “your outfit looks good, but you’ll look good without them, love” he said, pulling off your costume. “i didnt know jokers were into rough sex, quite fascinating to discover” you muttered, taking off his hat and running your fingers to her hair. “oh dont worry, my magical hands can do so much in you, also my mouth. just watch” he muttered, after he successfully took off your costume, you also pulled his clothes off and throw it somewhere in the room.

“lay down” he demanded, you did what he told to avoid more argues. “well look at that, such a beautiful sight for my eyes. its more than what i sketch about this” he muttered, he leans closer to your core and gives it a lick. you muffled at his action, “dont f-fucking tease xavier, please” you begged, he looked at you with a smirk in his face. “that’s a revenge for making me hard on the competition, beg more, love, maybe i can give what we both needed” he suggested, rubbing circles in your pussy. “p-please, xavier... i-i didn’t really meant to tease you that time, i j-just really want to feel your lips. please, xavier” you explained, arching your back to give signals to him to continue. “i’ll believe for now” he said, as he positioned himself at your core to have a taste. he leans closer and licks it. you moaned his name causing him to continue to eat you out. he puts kisses and licks at your pussy, even biting it, causing you to moaned loudly and continuously arch your back several times. but xavier wasn’t satisfied with, he push a finger inside of you while he continues to eat you out. you pulled his hair while continuously moaning his name. “fuck, your mouth is really good, p-please continue, im close” you said while rolling your eyes because of the pleasure. xavier nodded and pushes one more finger inside you and started to push in and out with a more pace of speed. while his mouth is busy tasting you more and more. “a-ah! im coming!” you shouted, “come on me love” in the exact time he said that, you come in his mouth. he took off his fingers and licks it, tasting you. “you taste delicious than my daily meal” he muttered, leaning you for a kiss, the kiss was passionate. you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck. “i’ll help you clean up, and overall, what happened between us is amazing. and i want to ask you out for a date after?” he said, “of course, and, we’re gonna be lovers after all” you replied.

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x reader smut #slow burn #xavier thorpe is hot #netflix

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lorelaiblair · 1 year ago

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My thoughts as I rewatch Wednesday Part 1

-enid’s hands at her sides as she runs over to meet wednesday for the first time is the silliest and cutest thing ever

-donavan let’s the first crime scene be contaminated by the rain, he’s not even trying to preserve evidence

-enid’s a little psycho, it’s perfect

-thornhills fashion sense is horrible

-why is xavier just hovering over her when she wakes up after the gargoyle attack??? how long has he been just standing over her???

-for everything that she is, that she pretends to be, seeing death really shakes her. seeing that vision of the delivery man dying really bothered her

-“boo” wednesday says and the borneo pilgrims attack her, babes, she’s 5 foot tall, that really scared you so badly you had to attack her?? she handed you your ass. deserved.

-she plays with the necklace morticia gave her when she sees the dead delivery man, proving my earlier point

-is that beer in his desk drawer? donavan a drunk??? can’t say i’m surprised

-weems really cares about wednesday, in a complicated and messy way, but she does care

-enid is everything

-her outfits are so cute

-enid being the first person she’s actually venerable around, telling her about her emotions and her past

-“are you sure that you can trust that normie?” she cares. she cares. she loves so much. they barely know each other and enid cares so much.

-what was with the birds in her vision of rowan? are they about her being a raven or is it something else?

part 2 / part 3

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #wednesday #enid x wednesday #xavier thorpe #sheriff galpin #donovan galpin #gomez and morticia #morticia addams #larissa weems

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eddieboi23 · 2 years ago

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In sickness

Wednesday Addams x SICK|Gn Reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: your sick and sad, Wednesday takes care of you

Tw: cursing, throwing up, getting hurt, taking gross medicine , being sick idk lmfao

(Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

(You and Wednesday are already dating :))

Requested by : @slowrelic

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(Your POV)

The first thing you feel when you wake up is the pounding of you head, and a stuffy nose. You groan and open your eyes, the light from the window is too bright, it hurts.

You turn away and groan, feeling like you got hit by a bus.

You call out your roomates name, with no reply.

You call them again, still no reply.

You groan, turn and see their bed is empty.

You panic, and fall of your bed, hitting you your head on the corner. “Ow shit!” You groan, and find your phone on the floor.

You check the time and realize your VERY late for school.

-shit shit shit shit, ugh I feel terrible, I need to get- Your thoughts end abruptly when you feel bile raise in your throat, you rush to the bathroom and throw up whatever was in your stomach.

You groan and lean against the porcelain to rest, and wipe your sweating face with your sleeve.

You definitely cant do school today, you’ll have to go to the nurse, if you can make it.

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(Time skip and POV change)

Wednesday noticed your absence immediately. Usually you’d yell enids and Wednesdays name, then tackle her from behind and pull her into an obnoxious hug.

Today you didn’t, she subtly looked everywhere and couldn’t find you.

She told Thing to look around, but he came back empty handed.(haha)

Wednesday wants to say she glad you didn’t almost throw her to the ground today, but that would be a lie.

She WANTED to go to your dorm, but the teachers caught her trying to sneak away everytime.

She thought you had been hurt, but if you were, she would have most likely had a vision.

“Maybe they are sick? I remember them saying they didn’t feel the best yesterday.” Said a now worried Enid.

Maybe Enid was right.

She rushed to the nurses during lunch to demand answers about you, with Thing on her shoulder.

“Oh y/n? Poor thing came here earlier, sick as a dog, a high fever ,103. Plus a bleeding head. I gave them medicine patched them up, and escorted them back to their dorm. Id leave them alone if I were you, you dont want to get sick yourself.” The nurse rambled.

Wednesday gave them a curt nod and rushed out.

She didn’t care what the nurse said, she was going to check on you.

The feeling of dread she usually enjoyed, but not when you were at the expense.

She arrived at your dorm room and hesitated, although she doesn’t know why.

Could it be that seeing you in pain would crush her black little heart? Impossible, she was probably just worried she’d have to hear you whine. Yes…thats why.

Thing tapped her, telling her to knock.

She sighs and knocks on your door 2 times.

“C-come in.” Your voice is heard, so quiet that if there were people in the halls, she might of not heard it at all.

She slowly opens it and slips inside the room, closing the door softly behind her.

There you were, curled up in your bed, with a trash can, water, medicine and crackers next to you on the bedside table.

You looked miserable, which gave Wednesday a weird feeling within. Even in sickness you were stunning, but she disliked the pained look on your face.

Thing jumped from Wednesdays shoulders and ran to you, asking if you were ok.

You spoke in a whisper. “Heyyy buddy. I’m ok, just a bit under the weather.”

He asked what happened to your bandaged head.

You chuckle, which turns into a cough.

Wednesday cringes at that.

“I fell out of bed is all, I’m ok Thing.”

Wednesday walked over, but avoided looking at you.

“Of course you’d be so idiotic as to injury yourself so easily.”

You smile. “You care about me.”

Wednesday scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Hold your tongue.”

You let out a weak laugh, then cover your mouth as you cough. “Ugh karma. Ow. So uh, whatcha doing here? Idk if you heard, but I’m sick.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Yes I have heard. I came simply to make sure you don’t die, Thing would be upset with me.”

You smile, knowing she’s using him as an alibi. You’ve been dating for awhile and can tell she cares, in her own weird way.

You grin and rest one of of your fingers on his. “Don’t worry bud , Ill be fin-“ you turn you head and go into a coughing fit.

Wednesday hesitantly pats your back after Thing motions to you.

You wheeze and then smile. “Thanks.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes and grabs your desk chair, setting it near the bed and sits down.

“Oh you don’t have to-“ Wednesday interrupts.

“You haven’t taken your medication have you? It is unopened.”

You sigh. “No but I dont need it I’m fine.”

Wednesday stares at you, dark eyes taking in your weak form. “A temperature of 103 for a human body, isn’t ‘fine’.” She grabs the medicine and opens it, grabbing a spoon that’s next to it.

You stare at her curiously…is she gonna…

Wednesday pours some into the spoon and practically shoved it in front of your face. “Open.”

Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Wha- I dont need to babied Wednesday.”

She stares you in the eyes. “Don’t fight with me on this, I will not have you dying where you lay. Now open.”

You blush slightly as you open your mouth and she surprisingly softly puts the spoon in it. You gulp down the gross medicine flavor, and take a drink of water. “Thanks..”

She all of a sudden places her cold hand on your burning forehead. You sigh at the coolness and lean into her touch.

She hums. “Rest, i will wait for you to wake, and give you more medicine.”

You nod, already drifting to sleep. Thing snuggles up next to you.

She watched as you fell asleep under her touch, and caresses your cheek with her pinky.

“Sleep well amor.”

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(I’m sorry but my favorite thing is sick/hurt reader HEHEH

Also I was already writing this then got your request for more Wednesday , I thought it would be perfect :))

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talkintrashcann · 2 years ago

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Campout - Xavier Thorpe [pt.3]

summary: the friendgroup is going on a camping trip and miscalculated how many tents they needed, so now you have to share a tent with your least favorite person.

warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, multiple parts, fear of drowning

word count: 1.8k

a/n: im terribly sorry for disappearing for about a month, i didn't mean to be gone for so long. my life has been put upside down for the past couple weeks and ive had to figure some things out about my future so writing wasn't my priority at that time, but ive got it all figured out now (for the most part) so im not planning on taking so long for the next chapter. i promise the story is actually getting somewhere this time !

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] . . .

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Acting like nothing had happened earlier today, everyone was sitting by the campfire munching on their food while they all ignored the obvious tension between you and Xavier. They were used to situations like these by now, but for some reason it felt as if something in the two of you changed. You used to give each other angry glares and held those for hours, whereas now you can't even make eye contact for longer than 5 seconds. The tension was slowly shifting throughout this trip, and there was no way of stopping it.

"Hey Enid, what have you got in store for us tomorrow? Please tell me it's not as exhausting as today's hike.", Kent caught everyone's attention.

"That's a surprise. I don't want anyone to complain about the plans I made again, so you'll just have to wait and see. But I'm sure you will all love it, we're gonna have so much fun !", the girl that couldn't hide her excitement said. It was obvious that the group was a bit skeptical about Enid's interpretation of fun, but hopefully this time she's right. What's the worst that could happen?

For the rest of the night everyone was singing along to some campfire songs while Divina was playing the guitar, for just a moment you forgot everything that happened today. You loved moments like these, just you and your friends enjoying each other's company while singing riptide at the top of your lungs. This was the exact reason why you said yes to this trip, these were times you wished would never be over. But all nice things must come to an end, and soon everyone disappeared to their tent once more. Surprisingly enough your tent was quiet for once, neither of you wanting to speak to another. Maybe because you were simply too tired from today's exhausting hike, falling asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

Waking up pretty early the next day, you realized you were the first one to be awake. You opened your eyes and turned around to find Xavier laying not so far away from you, a strand of his long hair covering his eyes. He looked quite handsome like this, sadly enough he wasn't always this quiet and peaceful. Remembering what he did to you yesterday, you got up with a smirk as you thought about your great plan to get him back somehow. Sneaking out of the tent as quiet as possible, you grabbed a cup that someone left near the campfire and filled it with lake water. Already giggling to yourself as you walked back to the tent with the cup in your hands, careful not to spill too much water from it already. And just like that, you threw the cup with water over Xavier's head.

Waking up confused and in shock, he looked over to see you sitting next to him dying of laughter. He on the other hand was definitely not laughing with the little prank you pulled on him, instead he pushed himself up and dragged you out of your shared tent. Picking you up in his arms and carrying you towards the lake, you quickly realized what his intentions were.

"You're gonna regret doing that to me.", he said with his deep morning voice. You'd never admit this but you'd be lying if you said he didn't sound a little hot with that voice, or maybe more than just a little.

"Nonono, please don't Xavier.", you tried to convince him not to drop you in the lake.

"Please, I'm begging you.", desperately trying to change his mind you tightly held on to him as you were getting closer and closer to the lake. The word begging caught Xavier's attention, surprised to hear how much you're willing to do just so he wouldn't drop you into the shallow water. Of course he noticed your tight grip on him too, figuring this was more than just something you didn't like. He could even see tears forming in the corner of your eyes, making him feel bad all of a sudden. Seeing you annoyed was like music to his ears, but realizing he caused you actual suffering felt so wrong. He never thought hearing you beg would feel everything but satisfying. Right before you reached the lake, he slowly put you back down on your feet without saying a word. As soon as your toes hit the ground you ran back to the tent and stayed there until it was time to leave for Enid's big surprise.

After a long and not so calming drive you finally reached today's destination, Kent hurrying out of the car the second you made it. His stomach was a little sensitive and all the turns in the mountains didn't help with that at all, but Enid's surprise definitely made him feel better.

"Okay, it's time to reveal the big surprise... We're going kayaking!!", Enid yelled out and the others jumped up with pure excitement. You on the other hand felt your stomach drop as you thought about how terribly wrong this could go. You were terrified of drowning and would much rather avoid anything that could lead to that, so you weren't exactly fond of the thought to go kayaking. But you never told anyone about this, not even your best friend, and you most definitely didn't want anyone to find out about this. You remembered how Enid said she didn't want to hear any complaints about today, so you tried to hide your anxiety building up to not ruin everyone's day but it felt as if your heart was beating outside of your chest.

"All the kayaks are for two people so let's pair up with our tent buddy and get ready to race!"

"We are so winning this.", Ajax spoke while showing everyone his winner pose.

"You don't have a chance against us, Serpent.", Bianca said as she leaned against Kent.

You didn't pay any mind to what the others were saying, too busy trying to process the whole facing-your-biggest-fear thing. While the group was so focused on fighting over who's going to win this race, Xavier was looking at you this entire time. He noticed how anxious you looked and couldn't help but think back about what happened at camp earlier, aware that you're trying to hide something from him. Not wanting to bother you with everyone else still being here, he decided to leave you alone for a bit until the others were gone.

Before you even know, all your friends had left off in their kayak and it was now your turn. Shaking on your legs as you took a couple of deep breaths before stepping into the kayak, Xavier following soon after. He wanted to win this race, hell he wants to win at everything. But he had a feeling he wasn't winning this time, at least not in the way he had hoped for.

"If we want to win this race we better start paddling now."

Xavier was really pushing you over the edge right now. All you needed was a couple more seconds to mentally prepare yourself, but he couldn't even give you that. Ignoring his existence completely, you once again tried to calm down. But that calmness didn't stay for long.

"Can you start moving already? I don't wanna get behind on the others and I'm definitely not planning on doing all the work by myself."

His complaining only fueled your anxiety more and more, ready to burst any moment now. You couldn't help but panic, needing to get out of this kayak and off the water this instant. Unfortunately your kayak had already drifted off a little too far from the shore for you to just get up and walk back. Feeling hopeless and scared, you couldn't help but cry as you were looking for a way to get out of the unsteady kayak.

Xavier froze in his spot as he saw you cry in front of him, he didn't understand what was happening. He might not know what you're so afraid of, but what he was certain of was that your fear was very much real and you needed to calm down asap. Except, you weren't calming down at all. The tears kept rolling down your cheeks, your breathing was unstable and you were shaking so much that the kayak started shaking too. You looked at your reflection in the water, trying to see how deep it was but your tears blurred your vision.

Something in his mind clicked, he needed to get you back to shore immediately. So without any hesitation he jumped out of the kayak, the water coming up to his chest, and picked you up in his arms. He had you cling to him as he carried you over the water, arms tightly wrapped around his neck and nails slightly digging into his skin out of pure fear. It didn't bother him though, he'll allow you to do so if it gives you a more secure feeling.

He didn't pay any mind to the salesman desperately yelling at him to bring back his kayak, to be completely honest he couldn't give two fucks at the moment. All he cared about was you. Yes, you. He couldn't explain why he felt the need to help you for once, he didn't even understand it himself in all honesty. And it sure as hell didn't make any sense to you either, the guy that tries to make your life a living hell suddenly starts being nice to you. There must be something hidden behind his caring behavior, he'll probably strike you with another rude action later. You were sure of it.

Wriggling yourself out of his grip as soon as he got out of the water, you turned around and walked away to hide yourself from everything else behind a large tree. You needed a moment to calm down after what just happened, a moment to just let the tears stream down your face in peace. You felt embarrassed that he out of all people had to witness that, you wished he'd never seen you that way. Certain he'd never let you forget this, he'd bug you with this till the end of time. Or that's what you assumed he'd do. But in reality, Xavier wasn't planning on telling a soul about this. Not because people would find out he did have a heart, but because this wasn't a pleasant experience for you.

It seemed like things had changed in Xavier's dark heart, could it be that he had grown a soft spot for you? Or was this just another trick of him to get your trust, just so he could break it later?

To be continued . . .

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starpearlz · 2 years ago

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Together -> Xavier Thorpe

Warnings -> scared kid, mention of Ajax and Enid being together but they are not.

A/n -> repost because it wouldn’t show up in hashtags

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‘What a peaceful night’ you thought watching the mini campfire in front of you. The clear lake with the moonlight reflecting into it. You sighed, today was somewhat of a easy day. Movie day is the best day out of the whole summer. You cuddled into your blanket as your eyes started closing– “Boo!” Grabbing your shoulders, making you scream until someone covered your mouth. You calmed down and bit their hand. “Ow– I didn’t think you were gonna get that scared!”

You turned to see Xavier behind you, “why would I not get scared we’re in the middle of the woods at night!” You exclaimed hitting him in the shoulder, as he sat down next to you, “I’m sorry it was joke!” He said raising his hands up in defense. “But your face was priceless!” He said laughing as you groaned “I swear to god, you have a tracker on me—“ He laughed shaking his head, “no I don’t, maybe you have a tracker on me!” You gasped “I was here first until you snuck up behind me and scared me.” You still can’t believe he did that, and your shocked you didn’t wake anyone else up by your scream.

“I already told you I was sorry!—“ “Xavier..” you both had heard a little voice behind him making him turn. You both saw one of the little camper, it was the same camper that was crying in arts and crafts time. He looked tired rubbing his eye and his blanket in his other hand dragging on the floor. “Hey.. why are you awake?” He had asked bending down to his height.

“I had a nightmare about Jason..” he mumbled holding his blanket tight. You held in a groan, earlier that night Principal Weems thought it was a good idea to do a campfire for the campers and the camp counselors to play campfire songs, until Ajax thought it a was a good idea to tell scary stories. Now this is the outcome to Ajax stupid idea.

He chuckled, “Jason isn’t real, plus if he was real Ajax and me would kick his ass” he said making him chuckle. You made a slight frown, you know, even though Xavier a bit of an asshole; he is a real sweetheart at times. Staying up with you at night, helping you with the kids during the day, now helping this scared kid. “Why don’t I come tuck you in,” he said picking him up, making you get up.

“Well.. thank you for the talk Xavier I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You told him getting up waving at the little camper. “You sleep well.” You told him going back to your cabin. Xavier sighed yelling out a sweet dream to you as you waved a goodbye greeting inside.

He made sure you got inside begged Xavier turned to walk the opposite way. “I’m gonna go tuck you in but you have to go to sleep.” He told him making him nod slowly. “Xavier..” he looked at him still walking “yes?” “How long have you two been together..” Xavier thought for a second, “we’ll we weren’t there for that long.. maybe ten minutes-“ the young camper sighed, “I mean how long have you two been together together, like Ajax and Enid..”

Xavier blinked for a second, how was he going to tell him.. and how was he also gonna tell him that Ajax and Enid aren’t together either! “uh— er, well..” he said taking the short step onto the cabin floor. “We’ve been together for..” he can’t tell him the truth, it’ll break his tiny heart. “A.. while!” He said thinking of the first thing in his mind, “just promise to not tell anyone..” he whispered picking up his pinky.

He nodded locking his pinky with his making Xavier giggle. “Alright let me tuck you in now..” he said tippy toeing into the cabin, there were four campers in each cabin. He walked over to his empty bed gently placing him into it, he tucked him in and whispered a ‘goodnight’. And quietly leaving the cabin and slowly closing the door.

Xavier sighed, “shit.. she’s gonna kill me.” Later that night he prayed for the first time in years that that little boy would keep his promise.

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missmonsters2 · 2 years ago

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—Just Last Lifetime

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: You didn't move after Tyler knocked you down, and it would've been over had Enid not come when she did. Wednesday stays beside your hospital bed diligently, hand tracing yours as she plans how to torture you for the rest of her life and how she looks forward to letting you plague her. But the moment you wake up, nothing will ever be the same again.

Warnings: Angst. Sad!Wednesday. DestinedToBeAlone!Wednesday. Amnesia. Flashbacks.

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The smell of disinfecting spray, pine, and bleach filled Wednesday's noise. There are sounds of people briskly walking and doors sliding open and shut. A TV in the room is turned on at a low volume, meant to keep her distracted, but all she can focus on is that her chair is too squeaky.

The taste of burnt coffee Enid brought her earlier has long been forgotten despite how it lingers on her tongue.

Wednesday doesn't remember getting to the hospital.

Well, she does—in bits and pieces.

One moment, she was being strangled by Tyler in his hyde form, and the next, she was released, and you were on Tyler's back, arms wrapped around his large neck as you squeezed with everything you had and then some.

But you were so small compared to Tyler, and the second he grabbed your arm and slung you around to face him, Wednesday knew it was over. He crushed your wrist, broke your elbow, and hung you like a ragdoll before whipping you into the nearest tree before Enid came and saved you both.

Wednesday only briefly had a moment to check on you, to feel your weak pulse before she had to keep going, especially at Enid's wordless insistence that she would take care of you.

And only because it was Enid that Wednesday left to take care of the rest of the job of killing Crackstone.

It was only because it was Enid, who adored you nearly as much as Wednesday did, that she knew Tyler wouldn't be escaping mercifully, and Wednesday could go do what only she could do.

But after that fight? After capturing Thornhill? Wednesday didn't stay to gloat. She turned and immediately returned to you, her heart feeling heavy, weighing her steps down when she found you exactly where she had left you.

Too scared, Enid said. She was too afraid to move you in case there was some serious damage.

Wednesday doesn't remember the ambulance and the medics. She doesn't remember them carrying you on a stretcher into the vehicle. She does remember vaguely throwing out haunting threats if they didn't let her ride with you.

Lucky, the doctor said. You were incredibly lucky that your gift of air manipulation softened the blow of your head against the tree, and you didn't die upon impact.

Wednesday looks at you, how your head is wrapped around in bandages, and covers your eyes. The machines and tubes that are hooked up to you and assist in making your chest move up and down in almost too slow of breaths. She looks at the discoloration of the skin of your arms and legs and wants to scoff.

Wednesday reaches out, her hand stopping just inches above yours. She hesitates, worried that even the weight of her small hands will hurt you. It's a familiar feeling she has now.

Worry.

Consideration.

The depth of how she feels it is only meant for you.

Wednesday pulls her hand back, placing it back into her lap, where she holds her hands tightly together.

It doesn't feel so lucky.

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Then.

"Why do you insist on following me?" Wednesday turned around, glaring at you while you came to a stop to avoid bumping into her.

"Well," you tilted your head, smiling crookedly at the gloomy girl before you. "Why do you insist on being alone?"

It was already a bad sign that Wednesday was beginning to find the familiarity of your crooked smile something she wanted to keep for herself.

Wednesday knew then that she should make you go away, that she should open her mouth and say the most horrific things that she knows could shred your heart and pride into nothing more than cuts of misery as a reminder you should stay away from her.

But Wednesday didn't.

"I'm meant to be alone," Wednesday warned you, Goody's words flashing through her mind as a warning—a condemnation. "I prefer to be alone."

"I don't think so," you shook your head. "I mean, I've followed you this far along. I think you've grown used to my presence."

"Growing used to something doesn't mean I'll miss it if it's gone."

You quirked your brow at Wednesday. "Do you want me to go then?"

Wednesday's eyes flickered away from your face, staring into nothing with her blank face before she looked back at you.

Your crooked smile returned, and Wednesday clenched her jaw.

"No."

"Then, shall we continue on to investigate...wherever you're taking us?"

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Now.

The days drift and bleed together. Wednesday is a girl used to strict routines. Still, she's finding something rotting about her monotonous day that starts with waking early, getting her hour of writing in the morning, and attending classes (because Weems has bargained her attendance in exchange for a car to take her to and from the hospital every day after class and whenever she wanted on the weekends), sitting in the hospital chair for hours by your bedside, returning home, playing the cello, and going to bed.

The silence has never bothered Wednesday before, but the lack of your voice—the way you teased her and laughed—Wednesday wants it back.

The bruising on your arms is fading into something that's an even more gruesome color. She knows it's a sign of healing, but Wednesday remains true to the fact she hates colors.

Wednesday lifts her hand, tracing the lines of your hand so faint and delicately. If those who knew her saw her now, they'd never be able to believe that she was capable of such gentleness.

You don't flinch. You never do.

Wednesday can't tell if she's hurting you or not, but you've always been too capable of hiding your feelings and thoughts—perhaps Wednesday never knew all along if she was hurting you.

The irony of Enid's words calling her out for her callousness and disregard for others rings so true now.

Wednesday closes her eyes. If she closes them long enough, she can almost hallucinate hearing your voice laugh weakly and telling her it's not as bad as it looks.

Wednesday opens her eyes, staring back down at your too-still body.

But it was. It was that bad.

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Then.

"Did you fight with Enid?"

"That's none of your concern."

You laughed, and it sounded like the strings of her cello that carry during the late hours of the night.

Wednesday worshipped the sound of her cello.

"Well, fair enough. I don't know why I asked since it's so clear from Enid's huffiness all day that you two clearly did fight. She's been ranting to Yoko and me non-stop that she's not returning to this room."

The words twinged in Wednesday's heart, plucking at its strings in an unfamiliar rhythm.

"Good," Wednesday bit out anyway. "This room can finally look more dreary."

You smiled as you sat on Wednesday's bed while she sat at her desk. You hooked your feet at the legs of her chair and began to drag it until it was turned towards you before pulling her closer.

Wednesday looked displeased, her lips pressed in a thin line, and her eyebrows knitted in uncompromising sternness.

"Admit it, Wednesday," you said in a sing-song tone that Wednesday detested because you were about to say something ridiculous. "You feel alone, and it doesn't feel as good as you thought."

Your words pricked at her, but Wednesday remained stubborn.

"Enid wasn't the only one in my company."

It was such a roundabout way of saying it; it made Wednesday want to roll her eyes into the back of her head and slice out her tongue.

You smiled wider. "I suppose not," you agreed with a conceding nod. Wednesday felt victorious, but the feeling was fleeting with your next words. "But every person is different and fills your life in an irreplaceable way. You must admit that Enid can't be replaced by another."

"And why must I admit that?" Wednesday glared, kicking your feet away from her chair. "I don't need Enid. I have Thing, and I have—" Wednesday's nose scrunched in displeasure. "You."

You seemed adamant about shaking up her life ever since you entered it. Wednesday, particularly, was disturbed by the constant barrage of emotions you keep trying to drag her into. It was becoming a slippery slope.

Wednesday's assault didn't seem to bother you as you kept your relaxed expression.

"As flattering as it is to be the only person, with a body and head attached to my hand, that you need—"

"I didn't say I needed you."

"—You should make up with Enid. I know you miss her, Wednesday."

Wednesday said nothing. She wanted to spout curses at you and make you take back everything you were saying. So ridiculous. So...defeatingly correct.

You grinned at her.

"Surround yourself with people you appreciate, Wednesday. There's no way someone as lovely as you could be destined to be alone. Ravens are still known to feed with other flocks and play with the wolves, dogs, and otters."

"Did you just call me lovely?" Wednesday's lip curled in disgust.

You laughed. "Sorry, someone as hellishly morbid as you."

Wednesday let a rare smile slip. "Finally, a real compliment."

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Now.

It's just another day, but Wednesday can admit it to herself now.

It's easy now when you're unaware of anything around yourself for Wednesday to admit she appreciates you—more than appreciates you.

Your weeks of silence have given Wednesday plenty of time on what she'll say when you wake up. Declarations that you belong with her and her treacherous heart belongs to you, so you will do well to treasure it. There might be interrogations about how you've managed to do it, but Wednesday knows the answer, even as simple and stupid as it sounds.

Time.

It was merely just time and your consistency by her side that lured Wednesday to you.

Wednesday's palm lies flat against yours, her fingers slide down yours until they shift slightly to the side, and then she's holding your limp hand.

Inane.

Waiting for you was entirely ridiculous and foolish, but nothing could convince Wednesday to be elsewhere. For once, she's at a loss at what else she could do besides wait.

Wednesday's eyes trail over your face, taking in your long lashes pressed against your cheeks like an everlasting kiss. She takes in the bridge of your nose and down to your lips.

They've been a little dry since the nurses aren't attentive to such things, so Wednesday has taken it upon herself to occasionally apply chapstick to your lips.

It's such an intimate gesture, one she'd know you'd appreciate. Yet, you were solely unaware of it.

Wednesday rests her cheek on the back of your hand while she still holds it. Her eyes flutter shut as she mumbles into the quiet room, "Wake up, so I can tell you that everything I am is yours."

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Then.

"I don't like him."

"Who?"

You gave Wednesday a look with your brow raised. "Tyler, obviously."

"You can join the queue," Wednesday looked uninterested in your words. "There seems to be a long line."

"Shouldn't that be an obvious sign that he sucks?" You sighed but kept your eyes on the barista. "Why do you keep spending time with him?"

"There are plenty of people that don't like me, and I find myself to be far superior to most people," Wednesday flipped the page of her book, not quite paying attention to you.

You look back at Wednesday with a lopsided smile. "I don't think people dislike you, Wednesday. I think they're scared of you."

"As they should be."

You let out another sigh. "So, I guess there's no convincing you that you should stop spending time with Tyler?"

"Do you have any sound reason other than 'his vibes are off'?"

"I don't like the way he looks at you," you spouted off immediately, looking at Tyler again with a reproachful look he seemed unaware of.

Wednesday scoffed, looking up at you. "You sound jealous."

The words were meant to make you back off. Wednesday imagined that you'd scoff back at her and deny it in a way that would secretly make Wednesday think about late at night.

But then you looked right back at Wednesday with such a serious look in your eyes that made Wednesday clutch her book tightly in caution.

"I am."

Wednesday had no idea what to make of your blunt words, so she merely turned her attention back to her book, wishing her braids would cover her ears more as they burned.

It didn't stop Wednesday from spending time with Tyler, but now she kept thinking about you each time she did.

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Now.

Wednesday is at the vending machine, staring blankly at the snacks and drinks. Enid insisted that she should stretch her legs and sent Wednesday on a mission to grab snacks for everyone. The werewolf had shoved money into her hand and practically pushed Wednesday out the door.

Her own reflection stares back at her, and Wednesday admits that she looks worse than she normally does. It's subtle, and perhaps no one but Enid could tell how her eyes are sunken in a little more than usual. Her braids are not completely symmetrical, and the air around her is stale.

Wednesday's about to put the money given to her into the machine when the phone in her pocket vibrates non-stop. The sensation of it makes Wednesday grimace as she pulls it out. Her eyes roam quickly over the words before she turns around and takes off back to your room.

The vending machine was two floors down, and Wednesday ran up the stairs instead of taking the excruciatingly slow elevator. She's by no means unfit in any way, but the anticipation makes her breathless as she enters your room.

Everyone in the room is waiting with bated breath as you shift in your bed, the air suddenly moving around in the room and creating a slight breeze.

There's a small groan from your lips, and Wednesday is immediately at your side, grasping your hand in hers. The sudden contact makes the breeze disappear as you settle back into stillness. Your eyes flutter a couple of times before they open blearily.

The room's harsh light blinds you momentarily, and Wednesday immediately uses her other hand and places it just inches above your head to shield you from the direct light.

You open your eyes more easily, letting things come into focus. Wednesday watches as you seem slightly confused, and Enid rushes to your side, her head popping into view along with Wednesday's hand.

Your bedside was slightly propped up, but Enid moved to press the button to slowly recline you up further so that you could see everyone.

"You're awake!" Enid is half-yelling, trying to keep quiet because Wednesday would kill her if her yelling disturbed you in any way, but unable to contain her excitement. "How are you feeling? Should we call the doctor? I think Yoko already did. Oh my god, you're finally awake. The bruising looks like it's gone away for the most part, but now that you're up, it should get better quickly!"

"Jesus, Sinclair," Bianca drawls with a half-scowl. "Give her some breathing room. She's already got Wednesday up in her space, protecting her from the light like a knight in gothic armor."

Enid turns to glare at Bianca, but Wednesday doesn't pay attention to any of it. Her eyes are focused on yours. Your eyes are looking everywhere in the room, looking uncomfortable. Your eyes finally drift to Wednesday, and while they're undoubtedly your eyes, Wednesday feels something amiss.

It's you...but not.

The moment you lock eyes with Wednesday, you finally seem to notice that she's holding your hand, and you pull it away awkwardly. The action makes Wednesday slowly pull both her hands back to herself.

Dread fills her.

You wince a little at the light fully unobstructed, but you adjust.

"Enid?" You sound confused as you look at the blonde with pink and blue streaks in her hair.

"Yes!" Enid smiles at you, and you smile back unsurely.

"Am I at the hospital?" You ask slowly, wincing as you touch your head softly and feel the bandage.

"Yeah..." Enid purses her lips. "What's the last thing you remember?"

You blink at the question, silent as you consider your answer.

"I...I don't know," you eventually say. "I think at the library? People were making such a racket about the news, and I was trying to get away from all the noise in the quad."

Enid's brows furrow at the answer. That was too vague to determine anything.

You swallow, turning your head to look at Wednesday, who has no expression, and for once, she knows you can't tell what she's really feeling.

"Um...you're the new girl, right?" You fiddle with your blanket awkwardly. "Wednesday, I think? Enid was excited about you arriving, and she'd finally have a roommate."

The words she's been saving for you die in her throat, leaving something hollow for her to swallow down.

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Wednesday knew that the damage to your head was serious. However, she didn't think you'd lose a couple months' worth of your memories.

Amnesia.

That's what the doctor said, but he couldn't determine whether you'd regain them. He seemed hopeful, and while your parents failed to show up and Weems stepped in as acting guardian, he spouted suggestions on how to help you regain them.

But then he also reiterated that it might not come back.

How utterly useless.

You would be discharged in a few days, free to return to school, where you'd have to take it easy.

Your roommate Yoko practically assigned herself to look after you since you'd be stuck in your dorm for a few days to fully recover.

There was a moment when Enid was about to catch you up on everything, but Wednesday pulled her aside first.

"Don't tell her about me," Wednesday orders.

"What?" Enid's jaw drops before she whisper-yells, "What do you mean?! I've been pulling my hair out for the last couple of months because of you two and you're finally about to get together and you want me to not tell her about it? It better be because you're going to."

Wednesday shakes her head. "She doesn't remember."

"Which is why we should tell her!" Enid is exasperated.

"There's no point in telling her if she doesn't remember how she felt," Wednesday snaps back, trying to remain quiet. Her eyes peer past Enid's shoulder at you. You're talking with Yoko, staying cautious about Bianca and Xavier there but not saying anything about it. You look briefly at Wednesday as well, pursing your lips in what she thinks is a smile but can't really tell anymore. It's not a look you've given her before.

Wednesday looks back at Enid. "Just because she'll know doesn't mean she'll suddenly feel it again. The knowledge of it all might burden her instead, and I—" Wednesday clenches her jaw and fist tightly. "I don't want to risk that she'll feel burdened or obligated to me."

The words sting in a way Wednesday's not used to.

There's no way for her to express to Enid that Wednesday wants you to know every possible way you love her. She wants you to feel it the way you forced her to.

Despite Wednesday's extensive vocabulary, there are no words to describe the desperation that lingers under her skin, clawing around with desire with how she just wants you to look at her and know.

Enid takes in her roommate's bitter expression and sighs, relenting. "Fine. I won't tell her exactly what went on between you two—not that I fully know anyhow. I'll just tell her that you were friends. That will at least explain why you're at the hospital."

Wednesday nods stiffly, and Enid lifts her hands towards the other girl's shoulder, hesitating briefly before placing her hand on Wednesday comfortingly. Wednesday allows it briefly before shrugging it away, and the two of them return to your bedside.

You smile at Enid, eyes trailing over to Wednesday's curiously, and it brings her some comfort.

After all, everything started with your curiosity.

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"So, we're friends?" You ask slowly, taking in Wednesday's stiff sitting posture. There was a distinctive space between the two of you, and you had your legs crossed, slanted away from her.

A couple of weeks have passed, and it was in the midst of winter. Despite Enid regaling the last couple of months to you, Wednesday hasn't had much opportunity to see you. In the same breath, you didn't seem to be seeking out Wednesday's company for answers, either.

The only reason Wednesday was sitting with you now was because both Yoko and Enid were busy with their after-school activities, and you needed help going to the library to catch up on your studies.

It became clear quickly that because you didn't remember getting closer to Bianca and Xavier, you were uncomfortable being alone with either of them.

So, Wednesday was quick to volunteer despite you still remaining uncomfortable at the suggestion.

"It's fine," Yoko reassured you. "Wednesday excels in all her classes and can definitely help you."

It had felt like a jagged knife slowly ripped across Wednesday's heart that you needed to be reassured to be alone with her.

It feels like that cut was endlessly bleeding, unable to stitch itself back together while you remained ignorant about her, about yourself, about everything. This heart that Wednesday caged in for so long was finally free and yours…and you didn’t even want to hold it.

"Yes," Wednesday confirms, despite how the words feel stale on her tongue.

The library was, for the most part, empty, leaving the two of you with privacy. Wednesday was helping you catch up on assignments and going through lessons until you determined you needed a break.

Now, you seem to be asking for answers nonchalantly, as if you were only asking because there happened to be an opportunity—not because you were interested in actually knowing.

"We must've been pretty close if I was willing to tag along with you during these seemingly dangerous investigations, and even willing to take a hit for you," you comment thoughtfully as you consider what you've been told.

"I suppose," Wednesday bites out.

"Did we do anything else than risk our lives together?" You ask, and Wednesday grips the pen she's holding tighter.

Sometimes—when you're not talking and focused on something else—it feels like nothing has changed. Or at least, Wednesday can pretend nothing changed.

But it was moments like these, where you look at her like she's nothing but a stranger and ask these questions, that she becomes acutely aware that nothing has been the same since you woke up.

Wednesday takes a quiet deep breath before she answers. "We studied—like this. You often kept me company while I wrote or played my cello."

"Oh, those are pretty cool hobbies. And I just sat there?"

Wednesday nods. "Sometimes you'd paint Thing's nails."

"Thing?" Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Wednesday closes her eyes and sighs.

"Sorry," you mumble. "It must be hard for you that I don't remember anything."

You sound genuinely sorry about it, but there's an underlying tone that suggests you feel sorry for Wednesday, not that you're aching to remember yourself.

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Then.

"No investigating tonight."

Your voice was firm as you blocked Wednesday's way from the door. The goth girl raised her brow at you but said nothing as she waited for you to continue talking.

"We have a test and a paper due tomorrow and I know you haven't started."

"I can finish it before you even finish showering," Wednesday drawled. "And I don't need to study. These classes are incredibly rudimentary, and I've learned it all before I even started attending school."

You rolled your eyes, but Wednesday caught you smiling with amusement. "Wonderful, Matilda. That means you can help me study and read over my paper then."

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the nickname, but you were already walking inside her room, shutting the door behind you.

"And if I say no?"

You hummed in thought. "Then I'll hint at Xavier that you want him to ask you to hang out."

"You don't want to live anymore?" Wednesday threatened.

"If you're going to be like that, I'll have to make it worth my while and tell him you've got feelings for him," you smiled.

"Feelings of aggravation," Wednesday muttered, dropping her backpack with a grunt and walking back to her desk. She looked at you pointedly, and you made your way over and set your things down.

"I imagine even your blunt rejection will make him think you're in denial," you laughed.

"You must want Xavier to die," Wednesday deadpanned. "You can simply ask me without making disturbing threats."

"I thought you liked threats," you smirked.

"I'm both revolted and delighted by it," Wednesday admits with a sigh through her nose. "At the very least, delighted you know how to make them."

Wednesday pulled Enid's chair from her desk across the room and offered it to you. "Since you've decided to be a nuisance in my investigations tonight, we won't be done until you've gotten every single practice question correctly and I can be assured you'll be getting 100% on both your test and paper."

You grimaced slightly. "Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?"

Wednesday smiled in a truly wicked way. "Let's begin."

Wednesday didn't say anything about how your calf rested against hers the entire night, and you said nothing about how she didn't move away once.

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Now.

The days are passing by again, drifting and bleeding together. Instead of watching your motionless body and waiting for your recovery, Wednesday watches you walk about, carrying on with your life...without her.

You seem fine if you have to spend time with Wednesday, but you don't seek her out on your own. It was becoming apparent you were uninterested in her.

The knowledge of it is something Wednesday can't admit because it feels like abandonment. The idea of it has crescent-shaped dents pressed into her palms from clenching her fist so tightly.

You're content to spend your days laughing with Yoko at the cafeteria, finding comfort in the vampire as the only thing that seemed to remain consistent as your roommate and friend.

"Don't give up," Enid encourages when she stands next to Wednesday, who is watching you from a distance. "She's just...anxious. She won't admit it, but she's scared. Everything around her has suddenly changed; the only thing that's remained the same is Yoko."

It was annoying. If anything, it should be a testament that Yoko experienced no growth during the hectic months.

"I'm not giving up," Wednesday said, unable to remove her eyes from you.

Wednesday can't give up on you. You've invested far too much time into her, and everything you've done to her is irreversible now.

You're unaware of it, but Wednesday loves you...that wasn't going to suddenly change.

And just as you've used time and consistency to lure Wednesday towards you, she would do the same. She just needed to jumpstart your brain into remembering. But even if you didn't, she just needed to redo it over again.

It was still possible. You were still hers, even if you didn’t know it. You had to be because the alternative—

"I'm not giving up," Wednesday reiterates.

"What are you going to do?" Enid asks unsurely.

A plan starts to formulate in Wednesday's head.

"Recreate the memories."

Part 2

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x ofc #wednesday x ofc #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #mm: my fics

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(I read the bit about Wenclair being apart so they could grow separately and healthily, and some creative liberties later, you get this!)

Wednesday knows this is her home.

But is it?

This is the building she agreed to live in with Enid, this is the land she agreed to grow flower beds and vegetables and fruit trees and memories on.

But can she call this her home?

Enid's lived here. Enid's brought over friends, family, the occasional stray so she can get it to the shelter the next morning because she's too empathetic to others plight, even the plight of animals. Enid picked out the furniture and pictures and color scheme. Enid decided what went where, decided the couch would be close to the window because she loves sitting in the sun while drinking her morning tea-

(an apple-citrus mix, 2 teaspoons of real sugar, cooled just enough that the warmth seeps through the ceramic of her mug and heats her hands. Wednesday got her that mug, a dog with a poorly photoshopped cat ear headband on it. Wednesday got it for her.)

-Enid decided to make a little room for her streams, in the far back of the house, far from the bedroom. 'So when you get back, you can sleep nice and cozy in case I'm streaming. I wouldn't want to wake you.' She'd said in a letter. Hand-written and lovingly stamped with a wax seal, shaped like a sun and moon.

Enid's asleep when Wednesday walks in. It's late; Enid's supposed to pick her up from the airport in 3 days but there was a cancelation on an earlier flight and Wednesday paid top dollar to get it. It was supposed to be a nice surprise for Enid: she didn't need to get up so early to get Wednesday, and she gets to sleep in.

But now that Wednesday's in Enid's house?

She feels like an intruder. An intruder in what was supposed to be their home.

She can't get mad at Enid. She can't. She couldn't be mad at Enid if Enid set all of Wednesday's possessions on fire. She'd kiss Enid's hand (big, strong, warm hand) and tell her wife that her luggage was rather heavy.

She can't be so cruel as to be mad at her wife for making decisions without her when she wasn't part of the picture.

There's a picture of them above the fireplace. The two of them smiling, their wedding.

She grabs the frame. Turns it over. There's writing on the back. Wednesday wrote it.

'To my most ineffable Enid, whom has me, mind, body, and soul. My heart beats for you, and my hand writes this for you. My lover. -Wednesday Addams.'

Is this even real anymore? She meant it- means it still.

But would Enid?

Enid grins so big in the picture. Wednesday wears a dark suit, a bright hydrangea pinned over her heart. It's pink and blue. Enid's in a revoltingly hot pink dress that reflected the lights of the wedding venue. There's a black satin petunia over her heart.

Does Enid feel the same anymore?

What if Enid fell out of love, fell in love with someone else? Someone better, more emotionally vulnerable and open and expressive?

What if Enid lied in her letters? Tried so hard to convince them both that they were in love, that she meant when she said she'd never leave Wednesday, through sickness and health. Through dark, thundering storm clouds and blinding bright sun?

What if Enid feels trapped, like she can't leave Wednesday? Wednesday has a reputation- what if Enid doesn't feel safe leaving?

There's a bang behind her, and some sad, scared part of Wednesday hopes it's the gun of another intruder of this home killing her. Hopefully they'd break over taking someone's life and leave Enid be.

When she feels powerful, warm arms ensnare her, she knows whatever gods there might be aren't taking mercy on her.

"Willa!"

There's arms around her and she's pressed against a strong, sturdy body.

There's a kiss to her cheek, and a hand on her belly and a hand turning her head for eye contact an-

"Wednesday- why are you back early? I mean, I am so happy- but why? You're flight wasn't for a few more da-"

Enid sees her tears, her holding of the framed photo that their both in, her scared, mourning face- mourning the home and marriage she shouldn't be privy to anymore because Enid's moved on without her, and she can't be blamed for that- Wednesday can't blame her. It was her choice to agree to leave, Enid said she needed to because Enid wouldn't have the strength to say no to her if she stayed.

What if that was a test? Enid trying to get her used to solitude again so it wouldn't hurt as bad when Wednesday received divorce papers?

"Willa, Willa hey- hey- got ya, I have you sweetheart." A kiss on her forehead.

"What's wrong, darlin'? Did i scare you? 'M sorry."

Enid's voice is rough with sleep. She's warmer than before. Maybe the blankets of her bed warmed her up.

Maybe she got naturally warmer and Wednesday wasn't there to bare witness to it.

"I'm so sorry." What else can she say?

"Are we getting divorced?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Did you find another?"

"Why?" It's Enid talking now. With her deep voice. Is deep the right word?

Her voice isn't thundering skies or roughed with gravel. It's soft. Smooth. A campfire: warm and bright and so dangerous and so healing all the same.

Enid's a living fire.

What if Wednesday's departure killed her flame?

"Why are you sorry, Wednesday?"

"I left you." She looks into the empty fire place. No logs. No ash. Nothing. Enid must've cleaned it so there wouldn't be soot in the air when Wednesday got home.

When Wednesday entered a building she didn't belong in.

"I left you and you lied about missing me in your letters and you found someone else- better, someone who was there for you when you needed- and- and- damn- I'm an intruder in your home and you're divorcing me and I should go-"

"No."

"En-"

"No."

Enid pulls her back into her lap when she tries to stand up. The frame is still in her hands.

"I love you, Wednesday Addams. I didn’t find another lover. I didn’t divorce you, I don't ever plan on divorcing you. I have not once lied in those letters, and I meant every pen-stroke of the declarations of love I put in them."

Enid's so big Wednesday can't wrap her arms around her. Not all the way.

Enid pushes her back ever so slightly, enough that those beautifully soft, warm hands can hold her face. Hold her face like she's something to be desired. Protected. Cherished.

Wanted.

With the carefulness of a painter adding the final touches to their magnum opus, Enid takes the frame out of her hands. Sits it on the ground.

"I am not leaving you. What brought this on?"

Wednesday wants to scream, childishly. She wants to scream and yell and throws thing because Enid isn't allowed to act like Wednesday didn't leave her alone and act like Wednesday is still deserving of Enid's forgiveness and warmth and love.

"I didn't pick any furniture."

Enid stares for a moment. If Wednesday wasn't tear stricken, she has no doubt Enid would tease her. Fondly, of course.

"Is that bad?..."

"No, I- no. But I didn't make memories here- you did. You have lived and grown in this house, the couch has worn-spots from you moving on it, the doorframe of the entrance has marks from you nailing up that stupid welcome sign- I wasn't here. I didn’t get to see these memories being made during a critical time of our lives, and I'm- I'm."

She feels her muscles tighten and constrict and she's a bowstring- ready to snap and fire and hurt someone.

"Easy," Enid whispers, "I'm here, I'm not leaving. And neither are you."

Enid kisses her again. On the lips this time. Her lips are rough and bitten; a bad habit she's had since Nevermore.

She takes the frame from the ground carefully.

"Give me a moment."

She watches as Enid pops the back of the frame open. Beautiful, hand-cut stone still just as strong and firm as the day it was made.

Enid takes a receipt out first. Sits it aside. Wednesday picks it up and reads it, if only to distract herself.

"Ajax's stone cutting!"

230.57

"Thanks Ajax! :) -Enid"

"Thank you, Ajax. Truly. -Wednesday."

"Here," Enid hands her paper. "I was gonna show when you got home -and yes, this is your home too- but I think now is more important. Though, you totally ruined my surprise! I went and got red wine and strawberry ice-cream in the freezer to celebrate you coming home!"

Enid's tone is full of fake hurt. It's calming to know she's barely changed.

Wednesday likes red wine. Reminds her of blood and Enid's scars. She used to love Belladonna berries. Black, deadly berries are perfect for her.

Now, strawberries and blueberries are her favorite.

She opens the paper.

"Wednesday, you mean more to me than anything. I know we bicker and we've had fights, but I think- I was right when I said you just needed someone to listen to you. You just needed someone to look past the knives and murder and threats and see the beautiful, incredibly caring person you are. You almost cried when Eugene almost died, you were so hurt when I left to room with Yoko, you let me hug you and hugged me after everything. Part of me hates that you don't show that care to anyone else (except Eugene, you both know you'd give up a grudge for him) but part of me, a selfish, needy part, loves that you only let me see it. Sometimes, when you're threatening someone and I see their fear, I smile because they didn't get to see you take care of me when I got sick, when that depressive episode hit me during 2nd year, when I hated myself and was figuring myself out. I'm not good with words like you are. I wish I was. But, honestly? It doesn't matter. What good are words when you're indescribable? I would follow you off cliffs and the beaten path and into dark, spooky and kooky caves. Full of bats, spiders, bugs, and whatever other creepy crawlies are in caves. I'm sure you know them by heart.

I love you Wednesday Addams, and I'm sorry words aren't good enough to show my love the way I want.

-Enid Addams.

(P.S. maybe not spiders. I love you a lot but ewwww! :() <-(isa duck!!!))"

"Enid..."

"This is my home." Enid presses a finger to Wednesday's heart, claws retracted.

"I would follow you into the sun, and I'd follow you into the forest, and on stage, and into little mom-and-pop shops that know how to fix your typewriter."

Enid takes her hand sweetly, presses an even sweeter kiss to her pulse point of her wrist. Her knuckles.

"I love you. I loved you in Nevermore, I loved you separated by miles, and I love you as you sit in my lap. I. Love. You."

Wednesday stares at the paper again. It's probably the first time in her life Enid's used proper punctuation. Mostly. She doubts duck emoticons written by hand count as proper.

"I love you as well. Always."

"Good, 'cuz you can't get rid of me."

"I would never want to."

Enid grins, challenged.

""Never"? What if i ate all your ice-cream?"

"I'd bury you alive in a ditch."

"Wow. Really feelin' the love here, honey."

Wednesday kisses her nose.

She's in their home. With her wife. In their living room. With her wife.

"Now, can we pretty please go to bed? I'm tried and half naked and you're not warm not all and I'd prefer to not freeze my ass off."

"Hmmm. That would be a shame. It is a lovely ass."

"Hey! My eyes are up here!" Enid huffs.

"Good to know," Wednesday circles Enid playfully, a moment of silliness, "unfortunately, I'm admiring your ass."

"Willa!"

It's only in the morning, well rested for the first time in years, does it hit Wednesday how lucky she is.

Enid's asleep beside her, face glowing in the sunlight that peeks from dark curtains, drooling on her pillow. Her hand is over Wednesday's body, wedding ring reflective like Enid's wedding dress.

Enid's body warmth has even Wednesday's chilly skin heated.

She kisses Enid's beautiful face. Her nose scrunchs up adorably.

This is her home. Enid is her home.

She agrees with Enid.

She'd follow Enid into stores and shop for bright pink clothing, and follow her into loud conventions for games she doesn't care about but Enid does so she does too, and follow her on stages for the world to see her love burn likes the stars, and she'd follow Enid to bed they share in the home they share on the land they share.

Wednesday wasn't there to watch Enid rub spots into the couch from her moving, she wasn't there to watch Enid fall to put a nail into the doorway for her stupid wrlcome sign 17 times in a row.

But Wednesday will be there to watch Enid stub her toe and dramatically complain for a day and half, she'll be there to help Enid grow watermelons and apples and citrus for snacks and tea and health, she'll be there to watch Enid cry over K-dramas and listen to how that makes no sense, those two are soulmates and-

Wednesday will be there for it all.

She will.

She kisses Enid's cheek to rouse her.

It's a new day.

(This got so much longer than I intended. Hope you enjoy!)

I'M GONNA CRY, LEMME PLAY UP SOME MUSIC AND WRITE ENID'S POV SOMETIMES AFTER THIS BC ANON THIS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH WTF

You're gonna make me write the streamer Enid au with this shit oml, it's beautiful and I love it so much

Endespair doesn't stream for two months, chat notes.

There's a ruckus in the discord and like children missing their parent, they screamed into the abyss for attention. They didn't receive it and so they sucked it up like adults and just wondered if the realization of not dating esteemed author Wednesday Addams is too much and she died.

Pssshaw! Funny joke deeznuts240!

....

Okay but hopefully not, their streamer isn't that weak willed right?

It isn't unusual for the werewolf to drop off the face of the earth at times but dammit they had a routine! She streams everyday, they offer money and support.

Sure she leaves for a day or three, maybe a week but not two months. Can you really blame the community for buzzing in apprehension and dread the moment the third week passed with no notice?

The world isn't that dangerous for outcasts nowadays right? some mutter. She better have a good reason! Some cry. If she comes back with an injury istg I'm dropping all my savings, one sobs.

Woah pump the breaks, another chimes.

Yknow Enid doesn't like that! And the others agree with those words. I'm sure she just fell into hibernation or smth

Do werewolves even go through hibernation? One wonders. It's legit early spring smth, way too early even so

Most shrug. Idfk but it's endespair, she's wack as hell

Chat tumbles into a whole discourse on whether or not werewolves hibernate or if it's an endespair thing. Meanwhile, Yoko who has been watching the whole thing shakes her head.

"this is your community, Enid?" she mutters, before huffing out a smile when a notif for another hundred gifted pops up. "atleast we know they can support you if you ever go broke."

Safe to say when Enid streams again a day later, chat is furious. Well, as furious as a pack of puppies can be atleast.

They're a clingy bunch, this chat and Enid has never been greatful she got a wholesome albeit teasing community. Sure she got shot with her own loaded nerf gun that she forgot existed but it's all fun and games.

There's cries of finally back with the milk!! Oml she's ALIVE!?? Ldespair left us all aloneeee :(

Spams of L litter chat and Enid's laugh makes it pause for a moment. Man, even if they don't outright say it they did miss their streamer. Horrible fashion sense and all.

She feels different, some realize. Her eye bags are gone and she looks like she's glowing. Not literally of course but through vibes alone.

A chime of someone donating ten thousand has Enid sputtering out her drink. It spoke, uncaring off the heaving mess it left the streamer behind.

"Endespair did you hear that lycoan curse is getting adapted!?"

It's no wonder chat grapples onto that announcement immediately because while they're Endespair fans first, they were Viper stans second. Clammor comes, throwing opinions and joy that it has Enid leaning back and reading.

Then a message pops into her screen and Enid's cup hides the smile that grows.

Willamarryme?

> I didn't expect them to miss you this much. It's reminding me of a pack of dogs

^ certainly loyal like them too if your bank statements say anything

Eneedyou <3

> would totes leave for another month if this is how welcoming they are

> also PASSIVE INCOME BABEYY

Willamarryme?

> you're incorrigible

> what would your pack think if they knew you were saying such things?

Eneedyou <3

> always said I'd throw everything away just to spend time with you :)

^ not my fault I keep my word😜

---

Joking aside, Enid makes it a community stream and plays games with chat

Enid's two month hiatus is just her and Wednesday going into a routine and them overall having fluffy slice of life, domestic vibes bc they are married and they deserve such peace :)

Also to the anon who writes this pls tag yourself or if you're willing, I'll name you writer anon bc YOU DESERVE IT FPR ALL THIS EFFORT IT'S SO GOOD HOLY SHIT

#streamer enid au #wenclair #enid sinclair #writing #Wednesday addams

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