#Wednesday au

[leodraws3]

"what are we Enid? some kind of... league of legends?"

[shannara810]

Just something I've been obsessing over lately 🥲 First time with a Weyler story and I've written it in a hour, so bear it with me please!

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Wednesday stormed in her room, Thing on her tail.

She couldn't believe it. Her strategy had been sound, but nothing went as planned.

Rowan. Rowan had almost killed her and she would have been helpless, her death the most foolish and unsatisfactory end in all her family's history had it not been for...

And this made her soul boil even more!

"You know, for a fancy school full of Outcasts these uniforms are quite uncomfortable."

She could already see his smirk in her mind and she hated it. She hated his "I told you so" smiles, the one he reserved just for her every time he succeeded in besting her in their games.

He had saved her tonight - again! - but she would never - NEVER! - give him the satisfaction of being right. She didn't need him here.

Wednesday slowly turned around to look at the owner of the voice.

He was buttoning a shirt cuffs, his chest naked and still wet. The pants he was wearing were a little short on his tall frame and his curls... his curls stood out in all directions resembling a wild, untamed and burning forest. He looked like one of those dark heroes plasted on Enid's YA books and Wednesday hated how she could now compare him to them.

She schooled her expression to give away nothing, but her reaction made his smirk grow even wider.

"I guess you stole them."

"I prefer to say finders keepers." With the last button fastened he approached her, brushing her face with one hand. "Hello, cockroach."

"I didn't need your help." Her reply was hard and fast, like a blade to the heart. It made him chuckle.

In his eyes, she looked like an angry kitten and he fucking loved it. Her frown made her even prettier.

He was not hurt by her tone. He had known how she would react: Wednesday, after all, didn't like to show her human side but she had never learned to hide her emotions from him. His girl was spooked by what had happened in the forest tonight and sooner or later someone was going to pay for that. No one could touch his girl and live.

"Didn't seem like it to me. So, how does it feel like?"

"Feel like?"

"To lose?"

Wednesday recoiled from his warm touch, feeling scorched. His presence was a confusing influence in the dull tedium of her life and she loathed the way it made her... feel. A touch from him and her treacherous body had already forgotten everything around her.

She pushed him away, peeved by his words. He could be more poisonous than a snake when he wanted to be and his sultry tone struck her already bruised ego anew.

"Why are you here?"

He raised an eyebrow, amused.

"A little bird may have told Tante Tish about something strange happening here, so I thought I'd drop by." He tilted his head to the side, pointing at Thing on her dresser.

"Snitch!" The girl hissed.

Wednesday tried to put some distance between them, but he did not allow it.

"I told you to look after Pugsley."

"I don't think Pug will have any problems without us there, mon ange de la nuit." He took her hand. His breath was warm against it, while his full lips left a kiss. "I had a little... chat... with his bullies." He gave her one of his stares, the feral ones which made her blood sing for violence and death. "I missed you."

"Clingy overgrown dog."

His replay was silenced by the arrival of a colored cyclone with blond hair and a shrill voice. "Bestie! What happened? You were gone and..."

Enid stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. Her eyes were so wide open that they were almost comical.

Her grim roomie, her gloomy bestie was in the arms of a dark and unknown boy! An almost naked boy! Did Wednesday have a secret boyfriend she never talked about?! But Enid had thought they were beginning to get close. "Who are you?"

"Hers." He replied with no shame.

"Ohhhh!"

"Stop any absurd thought currently running through your mind, Enid!" Wednesday's angry kitty expression reached new levels of cuteness and the mystery stranger looked totally entranced, almost as her roomie was his sun and stars. Were they having a forbidden affair?

"But..."

"He is just Tyler, my mother's ward. He believed I needed help in solving the mystery of the missing bodies, but he was obviously wrong."

"I thought you didn't like labels, mon cher."

"Shut. Up. Crétin!"

"Love you too, mon ange de la nuit". The boy now known as Tyler replied, unruffled. He waved his hand in Enid's direction, winking at her.

A shiver ran down Wednesday's back, as her life in that hell of school became even more complicated and her plan to run away was officially blown up.

Someone had tried to kill her tonight and she was sure Thing was going to tell her mother everything. She would have to punish him for his betrayal but first thing first, she had to stop her noisy roommate from using her blasted blog and let the truth about her... Tyler being at Nevermore.

Wednesday had never hated her life more.

[lorelaiblair]

Wenclair, enemies to lovers, witch au

[liquidsnace]

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🔞Constant Omegaverse Wenclair thoughts 🔞

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[blackenheartbutterfly]

Cuddly snuggly Wenclair <3

Haven’t been drawing for ages but desperately needed some softness… Heavily inspired by @boojangs’s soft and smiley (only for Enid) version of our favourite tiny terror 🥰🥰💖

Hope everyone enjoys my little art T-T 🤭💖🥰

[pandorascripts]

I Bet You Think About Me

pairing: wednesday x reader

cw: angst, cheating, tyler galpin.

note: you should know that I made morticia and gomez the mean rich type of people to fit this.

summary: catering your ex-girlfriend’s wedding was certainly not what you wanted to do, but it proves to be fruitful as you get to say goodbye— and taunt her.

song: I Bet You Think About Me (feat. Chris Stapleton) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift ;).

proof read like once. I’m finding a lot of mistakes because I’m tired LMAO.

SEND IN REQUESTS BASED ON TS SONGS!

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It had been exactly three months since Wednesday had called off your relationship. She claimed you were too childish and that you were just too different from her— that you couldn’t fit into her world. Looking back on it now you can only laugh, the true reason why Wednesday broke up with you was because she was too scared of the consequences.

Despite what she claims and what others believe, Wednesday does care about what her family thinks. And her family, the richest and most powerful people in all of New York, had high expectations in who she would date. They certainly didn’t think (or even know) that Wednesday wanted to date someone below her status, below her age for that mater. Nine years wasn’t too bad, but her parents wanted Wednesday to be nine years younger than her rich, male lover. Unfortunately you didn’t fit any boxes where it mattered. 

But as you’re catering her wedding, watching Wednesday dance with her new husband, you really can’t help but chuckle. Wednesday’s been staring at you for the entire event, and you know damn well she’s been thinking about you. You see it in the way she eyes your work attire, — a tight, clad semi-formal suit— and in the way she frowns the moment her husband draws her attention away from you. It’s obvious. 

Buts it’s only until the service is almost over that she approaches you. 

“Hi.”

You look down to the glasses you’d been cleaning previously, trying to help out your friend with his own job. “Mrs. Galpin, is it?”

Wednesday scoffs, arms crossing over her chest. “Yeah, it is now.”

You nod, wiping a white cloth against the crystal glass of the cup. It’s almost as thick as the tension between you two. 

“Look, I want to tell you that I’ve moved on, and that I think it’s really immature of you to show up here.”

Your eyes widen drastically as you stare at Wednesday and her audacity. Grabbing her by the wrist, you drag her into the nearest storage closet so you can scream at her. She doesn’t stop you because she wont dare to make a scene with her filthy-rich family here. Her wrist in your hand brings up dead memories, memories long buried under sadness and anger. 

When the door clicks shut, you finally turn around to yell at her. “I’m doing my job, Wednesday. I didn’t have a choice because unlike you I can’t just wait until my trust fund opens. As you’ve made very, very, very, clear, I don’t have one!”

Wednesday rolls her eyes, her fingers adjusting the hem of her dress. “Just don’t cause anything. You and I both know that you were always dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m dramatic? You got engaged a week after we broke up to please your parents.”

“We were never going to work out! I like him! It wasn’t for my parents.”

“I don’t have to be one of your many shrinks to know you’ll never be happy with him. In fact,” you step closer to Wednesday, rage clouding the thoughts telling you to leave it be, “I bet you think about me.

“You’re out here marrying rich, handsome guys and trying to chase a status your parents want you to have, but I bet you’ve never felt so locked up in your life.”

Wednesday shudders, her cold gaze darting around your face.

“Why’s that?” she asks, still trying to act like she’s in power.

“Because you never felt more free than when you were with me.”

Wednesday gulps, her head whipping to the storage closet as she tries to not look at you. She fails, and proves your point beautifully. You shake your head, disbelief and disappointment the only thing you feel.

“Goodbye, Wednesday. Enjoy the wedding and let me do my job peacefully.”

Your hand retreats from the wall behind her, when they got there you can’t remember, and you turn around. Wednesdays hands reach out to grab your face before you have enough time to register what’s happening. 

Her lips are still just as soft as they were that night she left you. Her kisses are still sweet and passionate, always expressing what she can’t say through words. You sigh, forgetting about the wedding, about her parents, and about her husband waiting for another dance just beyond that door. 

It doesn’t take long until your fingers thread themselves in her dress and then you remember all of those things and more. You remember why she dumped you— why you have to let her go. You pull away harshly, taking a few quick steps back and sprint out the door. Wednesday doesn’t bother chasing after you. 

You run to your friend James, alerting him of your well-earned break that you decide to take. He nods, waving you off as you dart out of the venue. The early spring snow sets against the slush and you sigh. The cold grounds you, remembering the night three months prior. 

You shift on Wednesdays lap, laying your head on her shoulder. She’s reading in peace, a book her friend recommended, you recall. Her friend had claimed it had changed his view on life, and had told Wednesday it would do wonders for her. She was only reading it to poke fun at it. 

The movie in the background was long forgotten by you, your eyes instead lining her jawline and the soft curve of her nose. 

“Wednesday.”

“Yes?” she asks, flipping the page over. She doesn’t look at you, or even stop reading her book. 

You’ve been noticing this for the past two weeks now, her attention has been dwindling. Wednesday’s become more stressed and angry. Fights have been more frequent, at least two every other day. It’s always over minuscule stuff too, like how you dress, where you work, how Wednesday doesn’t like the way you hold your fork, or the way you laugh like a kid. You told her maybe it’s because you are one. After all, you’re twenty two and she’s thirty-one. Wednesday ignored you for hours that day. 

“Will you put the book down?”

“Why?” Again, no eye contact. 

“Because I want to have a real conversation.”

“We are.”

You scoff, swinging your feet off of her thighs and stand up, the book getting knocked to the floor. You don’t apologize despite her shouts, instead you grab your keys and shrug on your coat. 

“Where are you going?” she demands, hands trying to grab the keys out of your pocket. 

You swat her away and tie your shoelaces. “For a walk.”

“The hell you are! It’s eleven at night and December, it’s too late and too cold.”

You ignore her again, swinging the door open and skipping outside. Wednesday doesn’t follow you, but you don’t need to look back to know that. The door slamming tells you enough. 

That night when you got home, a clear head and a fresh apology with you, Wednesday called you childish. She told you that dating you was a mistake, that meeting you was one. And then her bag of belongings— you remember frowning over the fact that she only had an unpacked bag of stuff— was thrown into her corvette. 

It didn’t matter how much you clung to her, begging that she didn’t do this, she shrugged you off and left without so much as a glance back.

When your five minute break was over, you walked back into the wedding and continued working. Wednesday wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the rest of the night.

Maybe it wasn’t the goodbye you wanted, but it sure was a loud one. All you can hope is that Wednesday is tormented by what you once had, because at least you can certainly bet she thinks about you. 

[lisaslosingstreak]

Latest chapter in my Wenclair Mechanic AU fic.

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[starrycassi]

To this day I think my brighter idea is a Wednesday show rewrite where weds is just extremely popular.

Like it's an OUTCAST school?? The gother you are the more popular. Listen guys please I swear this makes sense:

It would make her and bianca's rivalry more believable. Bianca is SPOOKY and FREAKY in this au. They both collect teeth of their prey but Weds is crazier because she also keeps the tendons and eats them as if dried bacon.

It would also add a whole new layer to the question of Xavier being into her for her or her social status.

I want to add that Wednesday DOES NOT likes this. She's like "I WILL fucking stab you" and everyone is like "oh my god STOOOP you're so silly and scary haha"

Eugene is an outcast because he's a wimp. Sorry, baby, but you're still getting bullied.

I'm torn between enid being the very archetype of a preppy closeted lesbian who is overcompensating. She isn't truly popular. People are just using her for her insane communication + research skills and she knows it deep down. You know the feeling. They're not laughing with you. They're laughing at you. Her relationship with Wednesday would be built on the fact that they both actually respect each other for their skills and not their perceived social status. Wednesday is DELIGHTED that someone doesn't seem to be infatuated with her and Enid actually really fucking enjoys being able to talk with someone without turning into the butt of the joke.

OR have Enid be a fakemo at the start and eventually come to terms with the fact that yes she thinks pink glitter is the best thing ever. So what? In this one her relationship with Wednesday is actually more of a transactional thing we're Enid gets a shot at popularity by hanging around Weds and Weds gets insider info/a general ally. Like guys Enid being a wolf who can't wolf out and an outcast who can't get into the more alternative lifestyle and a-

I have so many thoughts for this au. Please someone tell me they see the vision

[ley-maria]

The Middle Ages, where Enid is an elf and Wednesday is a witch.

[takjdidoprdele]

Some AUs I would like to read

Hogwarts AU

Wednesday would be Slytherin and animagus. Either a snake or a raven. I know it's hard to become one but she is just that good you know lol. And her psychic powers would remain.

Enid would be Hufflepuff and a werewolf ofc.

They could be kind of a rivals but no bad blood between them. They both have crush on each other and they don't know about it 'cause they are clueless.

I know there are some hogwarts AU but I haven't seen any where Wednesday is an animagus which I think is a missed opportunity with all the Wednesday is a raven stuff.

Demons and angels AU

Wednesday would be a demon and Enid would be an angel. They are not enemies or rivals but both the demon and angel word coexist and keep the world in balance. Demons punishing bad people and angels protecting/rewarding good people (so they can go to heaven or whatever). They would be sent on missions on the Earth occasionally while also having obligations in hell and heaven.

But ofc there is some drama between Wednesday and Enid.

Criminal AU

Wednesday would be in forensic medicine.

Enid would be in digital forensics.

The rest of the cast could be detectives, sheriffs or different posts in the criminal department.

With Tyler being an impostor detective who secretly works with criminal organisation ruled by Laurel. That's why he doesn't really try to solve some of the cases and the others are frustrated with him for it.

Their cases consists mostly of murders.

Can't decide whether it should be Nevermore like or if they should be regular humans.

For sure The Addams family quirky things have to stay and I need some Wednesday drinks a shot of poison instead of an alcohol scenes. It's one of my fav scenes in the second movie.

All of them with a happy ending of course. I can't deal with any of the angsty bad ending shit.

If you know about something similar to these I always appreciate fic recommendations!

[shannara810]

The 666 Club was one of first Outcast speakeasy bars ever built in the USA during the Prohibition era.

The solid wood walls, the soft lights, the long red velvet curtains: nothing had really changed from that infamous night when Bartholomew "Barty" Addams had won the bar in a heated poker game against Al Capone. A game, the legend said, which had lasted three days and three nights, before Gomez’ ancestor had defeated his opponent and was forced to flee to save his own skin.

"You cheated!" the gangster had said.

"Maybe" had been Barty's answer, but now The 666 Club was legally his.

During that tense game some patrons swore that even the Devil had been sitting at Addams' poker table, but whether it was legend or truth didn't matter: an invite to The 666 Club could open you doors everywhere.

Secret alliances, murders, wicked pacts. Much of the Outcast history had been written within the walls of that gentleman's club.

Xavier Thorpe hated being here.

He hated his father for forcing him to take part in this ridiculous show of power and money. He hated his father for showing him off to his business partners like a stud to breed for their pre-teen daughters. He hated his father for making him feel once again as a child unable to rebel.

However, more than his father tonight he hated Calhoun Blair.

A waiter passed by and Xavier reached out to grab the umpteenth champagne flute. He had no intention of leaving his comfortable hiding place and, above all, he had no plan to stay sober. It was time to take extreme measures to survive this horrible night.

The long velvet curtain hid him from those old baboons, so he could observe them all without being disturbed. His father's orders were to not embarrass him or the family name and that's what Xavier was going to do: get wasted in silence and be done with it.

Ugh.

He could feel those dark eyes on him again.

Those warm baby eyes that made him want to run and paint them again and again, till he got their shade right.

Fucking Cal Blair.

The Prodigy Painter.

The Dreamseer.

The son his father had wished for.

Fucking Cal and his fucking talent, with which he had stolen the first prize from Xavier at the most famous Art Contest of the country. And what was worst was that the fucking bastard had tried to congratulate him for his work. Had dared to call his painting wonderful and terrific, before Xavier had yelled at him to fuck off.

Bianca was right: he couldn't accept a defeat even if his life depended on it.

Xavier gulped down his champagne. He really needed another one.

"Should we kill him?"

"The fuck?!"

Without making any noise Tyler Addams had appeared at his side and for a moment, Xavier thought his heart had stopped.

Fucking Hyde and his fucking scary powers. Gods, his head was spinning. How much had he drunk tonight? "Why are you here, Addams?"

"I saw you hiding back here like a loser, so I thought I’d say hi. Are you not happy to see me, roomie?"

"Don't. Call. Me. That."

The Hyde looked like a male model, confident in his skin and uncaring of everything and everyone who wasn't Wednesday Addams or their family.

Xavier envied the other boy. Maybe not his murderous tendencies or his spooky quirks, but it must have been nice to be so unconcerned about the expectations of the world.

"You should be gentler with your best friend, you know?"

"I've never said we were friends, Addams!"

Tyler gave the other boy one of his "I know something you don't know" smirk and looked back at the dark haired painter who was still talking with his father on the other side of the room.

Not for the first time, Xavier felt leery of the Hyde's interest in him. The monster's obsession with Wednesday Addams was well known after all, and with his old crush on the girl Xavier had been sure that Tyler would not have had any issues to rip his throat. Instead, the curly haired boy had started to treat him almost as the Thorpe heir was a pet to care for.

"So why do we hate him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about".

"Xavier, Xavier, Xavier. You're a lousy liar, my friend". Silent as only a predator could be, the Hyde moved to his right side, getting in his personal space. Xavier could now feel the other's warm breath on his neck.

"Don't you have some poor fool to tear to pieces?" His voice was shacking, but he kept staring straight ahead. He would never give Tyler fucking Addams the satisfaction of seeing how uncomfortable the other Outcast could make him feel.

"Mmm, nope. I promised my cockroach I would have been on my best behaviour tonight. And it wouldn’t be polite to start a bloodbath without her, would it?"

"You're crazy".

"Aren't we all?" Tyler's expression was that of a dazed man and Xavier granted himself a nervous laugh. How pathetic you had to be if even a crazy Addams - this crazy Addams - would try to cheer you up?

The Hyde put an arm around his shoulders, bringing him closer. "Smile, mon cher. As if I had just told you the funniest joke in this world".

"What are you playing at, Tyler?"

A strange new dizziness struck him and Xavier felt his knees fail. The music, the lights, the smoked air: everything was too much. His heart was racing, the pounding echoing in his ears.

"Your boy is looking at us, mon cher. Are you sure you want to kill him? Because I would go for Plan B".

"And what's that?"

His father still had his back to him but now Cal was silent, staring at Xavier with a pleading look in his eyes. His big dark eyes.

Such nice eyes.

"He wants to fuck you, roomie. Or, not. He wants for you to drag him in the broom closet and make a man out of him". Tyler put his chin on the painter's shoulder. "Uhhh, I can smell his fear from here, you know. Poor lovely boy. He is scared I will take you away from him".

"You don't know what you're talking about".

Tyler merely shrugged off. He fixed Xavier's hair, raising an eyebrow like the other boy had just said something ridiculous. "Don't be such a sourpuss, Xav. I'm not stupid. Only differently sane".

The Thorpe heir tried to swallow his nerves. Perhaps it was the alcool or maybe Tyler's mind games, but the idea of kissing Cal had suddenly become not so bad. "I'm not gay".

"Never said you were. But that boy over there wants to jump your bones, so why not take advantage of it?"

"What do want, Tyler?"

For a moment Tyler's eyes flashed red and Xavier could feel a shiver run down his back. The eyes of a Beast, possessive and dark. "You're a friend, Xavier. And I always take care of what's mine".

"Won't Wednesday be jealous?" It was a weak joke, but better than nothing.

Tyler laughed heartily, his Beast asleep yet again. "Mon ange de la nuit knows I would never betray her. I'm hers and she is mine. In this life and the next. Keep up, Xav".

"Why am I still hanging out with you?"

"Because you're a douche and what other choice do you have? Ajax?"

"I. Fucking. Hate. You".

He wanted to say something witty, but his words died when Calhoun Blair made his way towards them. The Dreamseer's smile was bashful and cowed, like a deer in the face of a hunter. "I hope I'm not disturbing".

"Nope, I was just leaving. I'm sure Tio Gomez is looking for me".

"Oh". Cal offered the curly haired boy his hand, like the perfect gentleman he was. And for the umpteenth time Xavier could not decide if he wanted to bash his face in the wall or kiss him senseless. "I'm Cal Blair, nice to meet you".

Tyler narrowed his eyes almost as he was weighing Cal up, before shooking said hand. Cal’s face writhed in a grimace of suffering even though he tried to conceal the pain.

"Tyler Addams, le plaisir est pour moi".

A strange awkward silence fell between them, before Tyler shook his head amused and left them to meet the older Addams. When he passed by, the Hyde gave Xavier a pat on the back. "Let me know if I have to help you with the body, mon cher".

Cal looked at them like he was not sure what was going on, but in that moment Xavier decided that he really didn't want to know. The night was still young and perhaps it was about time he took a page out of the Hyde's book.

What could possibly go wrong?

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@fullofwoe5321 for you 🖤 Thank you for my new headcanon of Xavier being Bi and for Tyler as his amazing and creepy wingman 🤣

* She runs away because what the heck is this? And it's late and you should never fight with English grammar this late 🥲*

[lorelaiblair]

The first time Enid Sinclair ever visited the Weathervane it was on a “double date” from hell.

Bianca’s relationship with Xavier was hanging on by a thread, she thought that maybe hanging out in a group setting would help mend some of the cracks in their relationship.

It didn’t really make sense to Enid, if a relationship was in trouble shouldn’t it be a conversation between the people in said relationship?

Anyways, Enid didn’t blame Bianca, she was scared and becoming desperate. Enid was going to be there to support her no matter what happened.

Even if that meant going on a double date with her ex, one of her best friends, and her friend’s boyfriend who she really disliked.

They walked into the small coffee shop, Ajax holding the door open for the rest of them.

“Thank you” Enid smiled

“All in a gentleman’s work” He grinned

Xavier settled into a booth in the corner and Bianca slid in beside him. It was almost awkward how they sat, everything about their body language tense and awkward.

Enid and Ajax mirrored them, but it was much more natural and relaxed. They were always better as friends, supporting and loving each other in a way that they could never seem to get right when they were trying to force a relationship.

Enid’s knee knocked against his and he grinned at her.

“How is rave’n planning going?” He asked her

“Stressful” Enid laughed, burying her face in her hands on the table. “There’s so much we still need to get done and so little time to do it”

“Did I tell you that the DJ finally got back to me?” Bianca asked

“Yeah?” Enid grinned, looking back up at her.

“Yeah” Bianca nodded with a teasing smile.

“And? What did he say?”

“Yes, he’s going to be there”

“Oh my god” Enid grabbed Bianca’s hand and squeezed in excitement “Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”

“I wanted to see your face” She smiled

“I am so excited” Enid said as she bounced in her seat

“Is he a big deal?” Ajax asked

“The biggest. He’s hoste-“ Enid stopped as a young woman began walking toward their table. She was dressed in all black and her dark hair tied in twin braids. She stopped to stand in front of their table and on her face was a look that said she couldn’t be more disinterested.

She was the most beautiful person Enid had ever seen. Her words were caught in her throat and her breath in her lungs.

“What are your orders?” The girl asked, her tone flat but her voice sounding like the sweetest honey.

“We haven’t had a chance to look at the menu yet” Bianca said kindly. The girl, Wednesday, said the name tag pinned to her dress, turned and walked away without another word. Bianca made a face, as if asking ‘can you believe that’?

Enid became painfully aware of herself. Staring at their waitress like a crazy person. She looked away quickly, grabbing her menu as a way to busy herself and not look as awkward as she felt.

Xavier didn’t have the same decency. Bianca scoffed and scooted even further away from him.

“Are you serious” She asked

“What?” Xavier asked, the first words he had said since they walked into the diner and it was to pretend as if he hadn’t been blatantly checking out their waitress while he was on a date.

“Oh my god, Xavier” Bianca scoffed, picking up her own menu, an attempt to hide just like Enid’s had been.

The silence was awkward, other customers around the room chatted and there was a sound of the coffee machines humming but everyone at this table with Enid promptly avoided speaking more. Xavier had taken his phone back out, at least he wasn’t staring anymore.

Enid had a hard time deciding what she wanted, they had so many things to choose from and Enid had always been bad at making choices. She sat the menu down and looked out the window, the sky was painted in a mural of pinks and purples and the moon was starting to peak over the horizon.

She took out her own phone to quickly snap a picture. It was beautiful, nowhere near as beautiful as the waitress.

Enid cursed herself. She felt like she was no better than Xavier, and since when had Enid even been attracted to girls?

Her eyes caught black hair again, the waitress, Wednesday if the name tag was anything to go by, was at a small table across the diner talking to the people who sat there. The unimpressed look never left her face, and honestly she was starting to look annoyed at the old woman who was speaking to her.

Enid looked down at the table, the wooden pattern of it suddenly incredibly interesting.

She realized that it made sense, being attracted to girls. It made more sense than Enid even wanted to think about right now.

The realization felt kind of freeing though. It was terrifying, but a piece of herself clicked into place.

Someone cleared their throat and Enid’s gaze snapped back up, right to Wednesday’s face. She had the darkest brown eyes rimmed with black eyeliner.

“Are we good?” Ajax asked

“Yeah” Bianca said, Enid nodded her head not trusting her voice to work and Xavier hummed.

“Okay. Ready?” Ajax asked, Wednesday blinked and he took that as an answer “I’ll take an americano and an breakfast sandwich on an english muffin”

“A cappuccino and a croissant” Bianca asked

“Another americano and a panini” Xavier said, which left it to be Enid’s turn. Wednesday hadn’t really looked at any of them, instead sort of looking into space as they spoke, but then Enid felt the girl’s eyes on her.

“Uhh” Enid smiled softly “An iced caramel latte with extra caramel and a blueberry muffin”

Wednesday didn’t respond verbally, but when Enid asked for extra caramel her eye’s crinkled slightly. That was the only sign that the girl had even been listening. She walked off again without a word, going behind the counter to probably get started on their things.

“She’s kind of scary, right?” Ajax asked with a quiet voice.

“I think it’s rude” Bianca said, was it bad that Enid found her endearing?

“She looks like the type of person who would enjoy witnessing a murder” He said

“Or committing one” Bianca added

“I’m sure she’s nice” Xavier said, Enid couldn’t help but glare. She hated he had been the one to say it. Bianca was quiet but Enid could tell she was furious.

“What were you saying earlier, about the DJ, Enid?” Ajax asked, his attempt to change the conversation was obvious.

“He’s just really popular” Enid said “And hard to book, we asked him like forever ago”

“Two months” Bianca clarified

“A long time to not be texted back” Enid argued, Ajax shook his head fondly.

“You’re crazy” He smiled

“I’m just really excited for this dance. It’s our first rave’n as senior’s and being in charge is so stressful. Figuring out the music and stuff took a lot off of my shoulders though, Bianca, thank you again”

“You’ve already thanked me countless times”

“Which is why I said again” Enid told her

“Well, you’re welcome” Bianca smiled “But really it wasn’t a big deal, if you need anymore help with anything just let me know”

“Okay. Are you going shopping with Yoko, Divina, and I next weekend?” Enid grinned

“I wouldn't miss it for anything” She nodded

“I have no idea what i’m going to wear yet” Ajax said

“A hoodie and pants that slightly match the theme?” Xavier asked, Ajax smiled and nodded.

“Like last year” He said

“And the year before that” Enid added, as she spoke Wednesday joined them again. A black tray in her hand, using the other hands to set things down.

“It’s hot” She said as she sat the muffin in front of Enid, even though she was holding it with her bare hand.

“Why are you touching it then?” Enid couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m not affected by such things” Wednesday said, her dark eyes meeting Enid’s, a spark in them that Enid hadn’t seen before. Was it mischief? Intrigue?

Enid wanted to know. She wanted to know everything about this strange girl.

Wednesday sat the last drink down and spun the tray around in her hands to hold it at her side. She went to walk away again, Bianca didn’t let her go very far.

“Are you not even going to ask if you got the order right, if we need anything else?” She asked

“I always get it right” Wednesday said, not even turning back to face them as she kept walking.

Bianca scoffed again, lifting her cup and blowing at the steam.

[liquidsnace]

🔞WENCLAIR🔞

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[blackenheartbutterfly]

I made another hihihi 😌😌 this one is for Wednesday 🖤

[yeehawstate]

you know she would still break out the murder board in the @enidtendo64's swap au.