#also the Enid hug? killed me

[mzcain27]

Think I want a Wednesday tattoo

[sturnsdc]

Scared to death

pair: Carl Grimes x fem!YN Dixon

synopsis: a lot of shit is going on in Alexandria, and Yn is about to face one of her biggest fears again when Carl gets hurt.

warnings: angst, typical TWD scenes, fools in love, violence, mentions of death, comfort, fluff, slight smut, character death, brief description of a near-panic attack.

era: (S6)

words: 9,8k

A/N: this one shot is part of a series called “feel special” !!

btw, Yn and Carl are 18 here

'm sorry if u see some grammatical mistakes!! ♡♡

dividers from: @cafekitsune ! ♡

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YN'S POV

everything had gone pretty shitty recently, after Rick killed Ron's dad, much of the group, including my brother, went on a mission led by Rick.

that meant that a lot of us had to stay in Alexandria to protect the place.

honestly, that didn't make me at all happy, since i prefer to be there with them fighting, than walking through the almost empty streets of this place, completely alone.

i haven't seen Carl since the morning, and i've been trying to find him for a while but it seems like the earth has swallowed him. However, when i was about to give up and go back to my house, i managed to see Enid between the trees, 'she seems to be crying.'

i decided to get closer, trying not to scare her.

“hey” i greeted her, seeing that my attempts were in vain as she got scared anyway. She tried to wipe away her tears, but we both know it's too late. “Ya' wanna talk about it?”

she remained silent for a few seconds, but then sighed and nodded, that being my cue to sit next to her.

“i just talked to Ron… we broke up, but also… i feel that anger in him. And i try to understand him, because i know he's going through a lot but… that's not Ron, you know what i mean?” i thought about it for a second, trying to remember the interactions i've had with him after what happened with his dad. I nodded as i remembered some of his erratic, angry behaviors.

“yeah, i know what you mean, but did he do somethin' to you?” i asked, worried.

“no, i mean, he got angry, tried to blame all of you, and said that your people had ruined everything... and then he started yelling…” Enid stopped talking, and i saw some tears coming out of her eyes again, so i hugged her, feeling how she trembled

“i'm scared of what he's becoming, i don't want him to hurt any of you” she finally confessed, between sighs and in a low tone. I tensed at the idea, especially thinking about who Ron's focus could be.

“he won't do anythin' to us, Enid, we won't let him, i promise ya” as soon as i finished speaking we heard screams coming from the streets. They were desperate and heartbreaking. A chill ran down my spine.

that sound... is the sound of death.

“run” i whispered to her. Then i stood up, taking her hand to help her do the same.

we started running, and i really thought we would be lucky, but we weren't.

one of the intruders caught up with us, and tried to attack Enid, causing her to let go of my hand and fall hard to the ground. I quickly took out my knife, burying it in his head without a second thought, however, before it fell on her i threw it to the side, looking at his lifeless body with pity.

i, again, took Enid's hand, helping her up. But apparently this attack had attracted attention, as i saw several of his companions coming towards us, armed to the teeth.

“Enid, i need ya to run to Carl's house without lookin back, i'll try to go after ya all the time but if ya don't listen to me anymore, ya keep runnin and if ya see him there let him know that i'm fine and that i'll be there soon, 'kay?" i saw in her face that she was going to protest, so i interrupted her before she could. “Come on, Enid!”

at my scream she started running, and i tried to go after her as much as i could, but they're fast, too fast, so i let go of her hand and started moving slower. She turned to look at me, full of panic.

“Yn…”

“keep runnin, Enid, please!” i saw that she hesitated, but decided to listen to me, making me feel some relief.

it was then that i stopped completely, being surrounded by all of them within seconds. However, those around me don't seem to have guns, only knives and machetes.

“well… shit” i said, and then the first of them tried to attack me. His movements were erratic, even senseless, so i was able to dodge his attempts to kill me, although i didn't escape all of his blows. It was then that i firmly grabbed my knife, burying it in his throat and feeling his blood fall on my face and arms. Then another of them came, who seemed very upset by the death of his friend, but it was precisely that that made him more clumsy, helping me to bury the knife in one of his eyes, which was what killed him.

i continued like this with two more, noticing how now my body (and my clothes) were soaked in the blood of these people.

however, one person is still missing, and he seems to have been biding his time.

i felt the first blow reach my jaw, it was so fast that i couldn't dodge it, and i almost fell from the strong impact, but i managed to stay upright, hitting him in the stomach. My blow seemed to leave him unable to breathe, but when i was about to stab him he straightened up and hit me in the eye, this time making me fall.

he quickly got on top of me, hitting me in the ribs, right where one of his friends had already hit me, making me scream in pain. However i did my best, hitting his balls with my knee, making him get off of me, falling next to me as he screamed in pain. Then i took advantage of the moment, burying my knife in his head.

desperation began to consume me, so i stabbed his head again and again and then i felt myself slowly losing strength in my arms.

then i saw one approaching me, fast.

but he didn't make it, since someone who seemed to be from the same group attacked him, killing him instantly. Then that person turned to see me and ran towards me. I tensed, but soon calmed down when i recognized Carol's eyes among that disguise.

"are you okay?" she asked me, agitated and revealing her face.

“yeah, i am, thanks Carol” i tried to catch my breath “ya look weird with that costume on, holy shit” i joked, watching her roll her eyes and smile.

“you should go to Carl's house, he's with Judith” that made me feel enormous relief, so i quickly nodded, standing up without remembering the hits i had received. It was then that i whimpered in pain, earning the attention of the adult, who looked at me with concern.

“it's nothin… i just got a little beatin here” i shook my head, trying to concentrate to forget the pain for a moment and reach my goal “thanks again, be careful”

i started walking as fast as i could to Carl's house, seeing how right in front of it there was a body lying there. It was one of them, apparently someone had shot him... twice.

i sighed at this, listening as a door opened near me.

“Yn!” it was him, he was shouting to get my attention, so i walked towards him as best i could, almost falling when i was in front of him.

Carl grabbed me in his arms, trying to be careful when he heard me whimper.

��wha-what's wrong? did they hurt you?” his voice was filled with concern as he helped me inside, closing the door behind us.

“there were five of them chasin' us… i had to get rid of them to protect…” then i stopped, looking around for the girl. “Where's Enid?”

“she left, i don't know where and i don't know when, i only know it was after i went out to help Ron.”

“ya kill that man in the street?” i asked in a lower tone

"he tried to attack Ron, so i shot him in the leg but then he tried to take my gun and i... i... shot." i felt his voice shake as he said that, so i hugged him tightly, trying to ignore the horrible pain i felt in the body when doing that.

we stayed like this for a few seconds, in silence, feeling the warmth emanating from each other's bodies until an alarming noise scared us. Carl, who had his face hidden in my neck, soon began to laugh a little, then separating himself from my body to look at me.

“want some cookies?” he asked me, turning to look at the kitchen so that i would understand that the alarm was due to that.

“you're a goof.” i laughed too, then i approached him to give him a short kiss, which was instantly reciprocated.

a couple of hours later, Alexandria seemed to fall silent again. But this time the silence was not accompanied by tranquility, by people enjoying time in their homes, or doing their jobs.

no, this silence was devastating, the kind of silence that exists after a catastrophe. I know this because it's the same silence that has accompanied us from the beginning, since the walkers arrived. Then in the fall of the camp, or at the end of the farm, also in the fall of the prison, and in every shit we've experienced after that.

i tried to ignore it, so as not to get depressed now when it's those here who will need our support to recover from this.

“i almost didn't see you today, i missed you and i was so worried when all this started happening,” Carl said, with his right arm hugging my waist and his left arm stretching out so he could take out one of the last cookies that remained.

we have been standing in the kitchen next to the oven since i arrived, eating cookies and trying to get rid of all the anxiety and adrenaline that this situation brought us.

“i missed ya too…” i was interrupted by the sudden commotion outside. Through the window we saw people running towards the entrance of Alexandria, most of them with worried faces. I turned to look at Carl, frowning just like him.

“i'll go see, you're very hurt.” when he saw that i was going to protest, he interrupted me. “Can you take care of Jude for me?” i stayed silent for a few seconds and then growled in response, watching as he smiled and gave me a little peck on the lips before leaving.

even in this situation i could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and my heart pounding.

fucking Grimes.  

Rick had brought with him half of the horde they had tried to divert on that mission they went on.

Glenn, Nicholas, Sasha, Abraham and Daryl were lost, where no one could find them, and without communication.

the people of Alexandria, in a desperate attempt, try to reinforce the walls, but a voice in my head can only remember the prison, and how that same strategy didn't really work for long.

but i can understand them, so i decided to keep quiet and watch with Carl, who had warned me about this whole situation.

Judith's safe, luckily, but i felt that pang in my chest that made me understand that something was about to go wrong. That's why i haven't let go of Carl, hugging him from his side, feeling his right arm hug my shoulders and his head rest on mine.

i tried everything to distract myself, but nothing seemed to help, so i preferred to stay still, feeling Carl's scent against my body, impregnating my clothes as always and making me feel protected.

we heard footsteps behind us, and suddenly Rick was in front of all of us, being quickly surrounded by the people of Alexandria and our team members. I could only look at him from my position in his son's arms.

“you can hear it, some of you saw it. They got back here, half of them” he started to say “Still, they're enough to surround us and kill us” i saw the faces of the people of Alexandria transform into grimaces of deep fear and worry “i know you're scared, you haven't seen anything like this, you haven't been through anything like this. But we're safe, for now” he was silent for a moment, as if analyzing his next words “The panel that the truck hit seems intact, we already reinforced it, just in case. Either way, the wall is gonna hold together… Can you?” he looked at them all quickly. “The others, they're gonna be back.”

“they're gonna be back,” Rosita reaffirmed, nodding.

“Daryl, Abraham, Sasha, they have vehicles, they're gonna lead them away, just like the others. And Glenn and Nicholas are gonna walk back through the front gate after.” Rick looked at Maggie after saying that, seeing her nod hopefully. “They know what they're doing, and we know what we need to do. We keep noise to a minimum, put up our blinds at night, even better, we keep the lights out." Not far from us i saw Ron, he was staring at Rick, and there was something in his eyes that made me unconsciously tighten my grip on Carl's body, catching his attention.

"you okay?" he asked me in a whisper. I looked at him, taking a few seconds to respond, but finally nodding, returning my gaze to Rick.

“we'll try to make this place as quiet as a graveyard, we'll see if they move on…”

“this place is a graveyard” it was then that someone interrupted him. I saw that soon after Aaron spoke, but i couldn't pay attention, until he mentioned him, Daryl.

“i was out there recruiting with Daryl, and i wanted to… try to get into a cannery and scavenge. Daryl wanted to keep looking for people.” Aaron looked at me, it was a look of guilt “We did what i wanted, and we ended up in a trap set by those people” He looked back at the others “And i lost my pack, they must have followed our tracks. Those people who attacked us… they found a way back here because of me”

Rick said something to him, and i know more things happened, but i could only hide my face in Carl's neck, feeling his caresses on my back in a way of comforting me while i just sighed.

i'm not mad at Aaron for this, i'm just… tired. And i need to find Enid, i'm worried she's out there. I know what she's capable of, but i also know what people and walkers are capable of.

i also worry about others, i worry about the walls of this place.

but there's something that scares me, and it's Ron. The look i saw in him was so cold, indecisive, but dark. That wasn't the Ron who greeted us when we arrived, who made bets with Carl, or who showed us around.

without realizing it we had arrived at Carl's house again. I guess he helped me walk here, noticing my lack of attention.

“Carl…” i sighed, entering and walking with his help until i reached the sofa, where i sat down with difficulty due to the pain in my ribs.

“what's wrong, babe?” he was still standing, now stroking my hair.

“we have to find Enid, she's out there, alone, with all that danger…” i started to panic while i was talking, getting Carl to put his hands on my shoulders, getting my attention.

"i'll go, i'm not gonna let you go in this state, it will be more dangerous for you than for me or her." when he saw that i wanted to say something he stopped me "no, baby, there are no other options, you're hurt." he kissed me to prevent me from speaking. I just responded to his kiss, relaxing my body by having my mouth against his. He knew that would happen, because i felt him smile against my lips, and then he separated and kissed me on the forehead. “i'll be fine, and i'll come back without any problems.”

however, Carl returned just a couple of minutes later, angry and agitated, with his clothes somewhat disarrayed as well as his hair.

“what the hell happened to you?” i stood up and walked over to him carefully, fixing his hair as i heard him sigh.

“i saw Ron, i asked him if he knew anything, but we ended up arguing, he pushed me, i pushed him, whatever, he said he would tell my dad, then he would go out and look for me, people would go with him and someone would die.” He sighed again, angrily “He said something about saving me, i'm sorry i couldn't get any further but i can still try…”

“no, babe. 's okay. Let's wait for this to calm down a bit. Let's trust what Rick said and then we can both go look for her, 'kay? i'm sorry for gettin' ya in trouble.” he shook his head, denying.

“you don't have to be sorry.” he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to his in the process.

i hid my face in his neck, leaving a few kisses there, knowing that it would take away some of his anger, and distract him from this whole situation.

he may know me perfectly, but i have my tricks too.

today Rick and Carl were teaching Ron how to shoot. I didn't want to be present, because i know that my entire body will be on alert if i spend a second next to him, so i preferred to take a walk through Alexandria, like the last time.

i still have that feeling in my chest, like something's about to go horribly wrong. I don't know what it is, and i really hope it doesn't have to do with Daryl, but i feel like it's getting worse with every passing second.

last night i stayed at Carl's house, but even in his arms i couldn't sleep. The pain was so overwhelming that i felt like i couldn't breathe, but i didn't want to wake him up for that. I don't want to take away his rest just because of a feeling i'm having. 's not worth it.

but now, as i walk through the streets, accompanied by silence, i can only think about the things that have happened and that can happen. And the pain gets worse, so i bring my hand to my chest, wrinkling my shirt as i squeeze it tightly. I can't breathe. I can't.

my vision became blurry, i feel like my throat was burning from my desperate attempts to breathe. I had to stop, standing in the middle of the street. My legs are shaking, hell my whole body 's shaking.

i feel so cold, but i'm sweating. The knot in my chest is getting bigger, more intense, i don't even remember where i was going, what i was doing before this.

i feel dizzy, my eyes open wide from the panic that consumes me, my legs feel numb, my fingers hurt, i wanna throw up, i feel my heart beating so fast.

'am i having a heart attack?'

i can't move, i feel frozen.

'is this how i'm going to die?'

'i don't wanna die, not now'

‘'n-no, i don't want to, it can't be happening, it can't...'

'I DON'T WANNA DIE'

“Yn!” Carl's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I saw his face, he's worried. He put his hands on my arms, trying to get my eyes to meet his. “Yn, baby, it's me, it's Carl.”

i tried to look at him, to focus my sight on him, but i feel like i can't, my vision is blurry, i can only think about how much my throat burns, how much my body hurts.

“Yn, babe” his hands went up to my face and i could finally feel his warmth.

i sighed, shaky, but i was finally able to focus my eyes on him. His hands wiped my face, and it was then that i noticed i was crying. My tears were hot, completely different from how i feel right now.

i sobbed when i saw his eyes, feeling stupid and strange.

“ 'm sorry, i'm so sorry” i sobbed again, feeling how he hugged me.

“it's okay, you're safe, i'm here,” he said, in a low, sweet, charming tone.

my head was resting on his chest, so i could hear his heart beating. That's what i heard last night when i was trying to calm myself down, but now it finally seems to work. My heart started to beat slower, but my body started to feel heavy, like i had pushed my body to the limit.

“i... i don' know what happened, i thought i was goin' to die, Carl, i thought...” i whispered, feeling his caresses in my hair.

“you're not going to die, i'm not going to let that happen,” he said firmly.

i'm still shaking, i still feel that huge pain in my chest, but my tears have stopped, and i don't feel so dazed anymore. I just want to go home with Carl.

but apparently life doesn't want that, since as soon as it seemed like i could calm down, people ran towards the gate again. Between their conversations i understood that Spencer had tried to leave, but clearly his plan went wrong and they had to save him.

i just sighed, staying still in Carl's arms.

“do you wanna walk for a while? then we can go to my house. Carol must be taking care of Judith right now, so we'll be alone.” i nodded, separating myself from his body so i could take his hand, following him wherever he wanted to take me.

his thumb caressed my hand, making me smile a little. He always does that, he knows perfectly well the little details that make me feel better.

'i don't know where he learned it from, but damn it works.'

we finally arrive at an incomplete construction that we sometimes use to distance ourselves from the rest. Almost no one goes there because it's a pile of wood with nothing “attractive”, but for us it is a good place to feel some peace, to get out of the house.

“we should find a place like this out there when everything is safe again, don't you think?” he said, leaning his body on a railing as he put his hands on my waist, moving me so i was facing him, just the way he likes it.

“i would like that, it would be like... our place, fer dates and to hang out” i saw him smile.

“i'd love that.” he brought his face closer to mine, but before kissing me he looked behind me, stopping his actions. I saw the sudden fear on his face, so i quickly looked back.

the tower…the tower is falling.

shit happens so fast.

when the walkers came in, Carl and i ran, tried to defend, and ended up in the same group as Rick, Deanna, Michonne, Ron, and Gabriel. There are quite a few of us, but i don't know if we're enough to get to a safe place soon.

we found ourselves surrounded by walkers, i had my knife in hand, and the others seemed terrified but ready to defend themselves. But before we could do anything, the walkers in front of us fell as a result of gunshots. Soon Jessie, Ron's mom appeared in front of us.

“come on, i have Judith!” she said and we followed her until we entered her house which was right across the street.

Judith quickly ended up in my arms, while Michonne and Rick carried the injured Deanna to the second floor so they could lay her down. On the other hand, i heard Jessie yelling at her youngest son, Sam, to turn off the music and draw the blinds.

'this whole thing 's a disaster.'

i walked for a moment with Jude in my arms, trying to stop her crying until i finally succeeded. When i did, i took her to the second floor, where the crib that Jessie uses when taking care of her is and i decided to leave her there, receiving a look of approval from part of Rick.

“they bit Deanna, i need you to tell them while we stay here taking care of her and covering everything, okay?” he told me, trying to seem as calm as possible. I nodded and went down, not knowing exactly what to say about it.

when i got downstairs, Gabriel, Ron, and Carl approached me, all with panicked expressions, and i guess my face isn't much better.

“Deanna…” i cleared my throat “she got bitten, so the others will stay upstairs to take care of her and finish covering the windows”

“oh God” Gabriel covered his face with his hands, walking away from us. Ron seemed to go blank, and Carl looked at me sadly.

i couldn't keep looking at them, not now, so i ignored the pain in my ribs and the pain in my face, quickly going to try to cover the first floor windows. Carl was the first to help me, and then the other two did the same.

'we need to protect this place, 'cause it may be all that's left for us after this.'

“let me help you, you're still hurt despite the medication Denise gave you,” Carl said, helping me place a dark blanket on one of the windows.

i try to forget it. It's not the first beating i've received, and i definitely can't remain useless and do nothing, not now.

i heard Judith crying again, so i looked at Carl, who nodded, letting me know that they'll take care of the first floor.

i took the steps two at a time and walked quickly down the hallway until i reached her. I sat next to her crib, on a chair in the room. I sat her on my lap, but i didn't know what to do, i didn't know how to calm her down, and that's when an idea came to my mind and i cleared my throat, trying to abandon my shame so i could help her.

i tried, i tried to sing softly the first song that came into my head, so with my sweetest voice i began:

“you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know , dear, how much i love you

please, don't take my sunshine away”

i learned that song from Carl, and it always seemed to help Jude, so i tried my best, and she seemed to recognize the song, because immediately her crying calmed down, and her eyes began to slowly close. I could only watch her, unconsciously smiling at the purity of that girl.

'as long as i'm alive i'll do my best to maintain as much of that purity in ya as i can, Jude. Ya deserve a better life than this.'

i sang to her some more, making sure she was completely asleep before i could put her back in her crib. And when i did, i returned to the reality that was being experienced, because Rick and Jessie ran down the stairs, and i understood that it was because of a loud noise coming from the first floor.

'Carl'.

trying not to wake Judith, i left the room and ran down the stairs, reaching where the adults were gathered.

“Carl!” Rick yelled, and Jessie did the same with her son's name.

from the noises we can all guess that they're fighting, 'but why the hell?'

“Ron!”, “Carl!”

“Carl open the door!”

they continued yelling, until Rick decided to use his axe, breaking the lock on the door so he could open it. When he managed to do so, he entered the place, yelling at them to get out while the walkers entered through the windows. Then with difficulty i helped Jessie and the boys keep the door as closed as possible, until Rick and Gabriel brought a couch to help, although it didn't seem to be of much use.

“we need more, and we need to be quiet,” Rick said.

Michonne, who had just come down, offered to find more things.

“me too” Ron said, agitated.

“i'll help,” Carl said, to which i looked at Rick, who looked back at me with the same expression of distrust.

“hey, what happened in there?” he asked Carl as we continued to hold the couch.

“we were looking for tools and a shelf fell over,” he said, but none of us seemed to believe him.

“we heard yelling,” Jessie said in an accusatory tone.

“yeah, Ron saw them break the gates, we had to move. That's what happened”

“there are uh… nightstands in my mom's room, they can help with the couch” Ron said, approaching Carl. I looked at him with a frown, feeling my body on alert.

'if he touches Carl...'

“hey, it sounded like you were fighting,” Jessie told her son.

“yeah, we were fighting them!” Ron replied, going upstairs to avoid more questions.

Carl let go of the couch, ready to go after Ron.

“Carl, 's everythin' okay?” i asked him this time, searching his eyes so i could more easily tell if he was lying.

“yeah, everything okay” he barely looked at me as he said it, instead he walked up the stairs to follow Ron.

at this i looked at Rick again, tilting my head to the side, with an expression that let him know that i don't believe them.

“do you wanna go with them?” he asked me.

i thought about it for a moment, but i know Carl can handle it, even better than me, so i shook my head, denying.

“no, 's okay, he can handle it” i finally answered.

when we finally close that door we started to worry about the main entrance, because all the noise called out a large part of the horde, causing many of the walkers to try to destroy the other door.

this time we put in a mattress, and for a moment it seemed to work, but that's when Judith started crying.

“i'll go,” Rick said, noticing that i was about to go look for her. He looked at me for an answer, so i nodded, watching him leave.

the bad thing is that Jude's crying only attracted more walkers, complicating things even more, so Carl and Ron had to bring a table when the door gave way, breaking completely.

“Rick!” Jessie called out to him, noticing that our efforts didn't seem to be enough.

Michonne noticed the moment when another of the doors broke, allowing the walkers to enter the house.

“everyone get upstairs, now!” she ordered us, trying to give us time while she killed some with her sword.

“back off!” Rick motioned to us, so we all dropped our things and ran towards the stairs.

i watched as he and Michonne blocked the stairs with the couch, giving us a little more time to think.

i looked at the walkers, there were too many of them and they might catch up with us eventually. We can't stay in this house for long, especially knowing that Judith and Deanna are here. But we can't jump out of the windows either, because there would be more of them below, because we could fall badly, because Judith could get hurt.

'but what are the options?'

it was then that my head lit up, remembering a disgusting technique that we had already used in the past, and that maybe could save us now.

“Rick!” i called out to him, making everyone turn to look at me “we can use 'hem, take out sheets and use them. Ya know it works, it can help us” i saw him consider the idea for a moment, and then he nodded, looking at Michonne.

“i'll take care of this one, i'll leave you the one in the back,” he told her.

“Gabriel, go get sheets, we need one for each of us” i indicated to the man, seeing him nod and walk towards the rooms.

“i'll help him,” Jessie told me, to which i nodded, watching her leave after him.

"what are we gonna do?" Ron asked me, somewhat desperate.

“we're gonna use the walkers to smell like them,” Carl explained briefly, but he didn't seem to understand.

“wh-what?”

they already had the two walkers, so we couldn't answer his question, instead i helped carry the walkers, while Rick told Carl to stay guard the stairs and Ron followed us.

“i need the sheets,” i told them, watching Jessie come over with one.

"what are we gonna do?" she asked, watching how i made a hole in the sheet.

“we'll go to the armory,” Rick responded, somewhat agitated by the effort.

"how?" she asked again.

“we're gonna cut these things” Rick told her, in a rather simple way to tell the truth.

“we're gonna cover ourselves with the insides.” i told them this time, watching their faces transform into grimaces of horror. “that will mask our smell, we'll make them think we're like them.”

for a moment they were silent, looking at me in horror.

“we've done it before, 'kay? 's gonna work and 's our only viable option right now, so just bring the damn sheets,” i snapped.

“we'll stay calm, we don't draw attention, and we can move right through them,” Rick said more calmly, watching Gabriel arrive with more sheets.

“they're in the house, they're making noise. More are coming” Michonne told them this time.

soon the two of them opened the bodies of the walkers while i was in charge of making holes in the sheets. Once that part was done i passed three sheets to Ron and Jessie.

“everyone needs to put the sheets on, even Sam, then we'll cover ya. Whoever stays here will die.” i explained, watching them silently take the sheets.

a few minutes later we all had the sheets on us, including Carl and Sam. We were just finishing putting the guts in them so there's no doubt it's going to work.

“ya smell horrible,” i told Carl jokingly, helping him cover himself. He laughed and raised an eyebrow, looking at me mockingly.

“you smell worse” i smiled at his words.

"shut up"

Rick went to look for Judith, and when he returned i lifted Carl's sheet. We had agreed that he would have her hidden there. She had a scared expression on her face, so before lowering the sheet i gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“we'll be fine, Jude. We won't let anythin happen to you” i whispered to her, making only Rick, Carl and her hear me. She looked at me, and reached for my hand, so i gave it to her for a moment, squeezing hers gently. That seemed to comfort Judith, so she let go of my hand and let me lower the sheet. Carl watched me throughout the entire process, which made me a little nervous. “wh-what?” He just shook his head, smiling.

"nothing".

Rick then stepped forward, moving the couch silently, revealing the house full of walkers. Then Carl went after him, and i after Carl. We all walked in a kind of line, passing unnoticed among the dead until we reached the main entrance.

once outside we stopped for a moment to observe the streets full of walkers.

'that's where we'll be walking now. We just have to hold on a little longer.'

Rick took Carl's hand, he took mine, and i took Jessie's. We all held our hands in the order we left the house, and so we would have to continue.

i think i heard Sam call Jessie, but I really hope that's not the case. I know he's scared, but if he keep talking he can get us all killed.

'please, Sam, just shut up.'

we had been walking for a few minutes, now we could only hear the grunts of the walkers. My hand occasionally squeezed Carl's hand, receiving a light caress in response. It was his way of telling me to be calm.

suddenly Rick stopped behind a bush, making us all stop walking, drop our hands and look at him.

“alright, new plan” he whispered. “flares from a few guns aren't enough. Too many walkers, too spread out. We're not going to the armory. We need our vehicles back at the quarry” He explained, while Carl and i looked around, watching for no walkers to approach. “All of us drive, we need around them up, we leave, we come back.”

“okay,” Jessie said. “But Judith, to the quarry and back…”

hearing this, Carl and i turned to look at Rick, noticing that he was looking at Gabriel.

"i'll take her. I'll keep her safe in my church until you all lead the walkers away,” Gabriel said.

"can you do this?" Michonne asked him.

“i'm supposed to. I have to.” he replied.

Carl carefully handed Judith to Gabriel, and when she looked at me before lowering Gabriel's sheet i nodded.

“you'll be okay, Jude,” i whispered, pulling down the sheet.

then Jessie took Sam's arm and looked at Gabriel. “Take Sam,” she told him, but the boy immediately refused, scared. “Yes, Sam, it'll be safer.”

“i'm not leaving you,” Sam answered, and when Jessie was going to protest he spoke again, “Mom, i'm not. I can keep going” his gaze seemed to harden, making the woman sigh. “Please.”

after that, Gabriel said goodbye to us, assuring us that he would do what was necessary to keep her safe, and then he headed towards the church.

we had to leave again, so we held hands again, although this time in a different order. Now Rick held Sam's hand, the boy held his mother's, she held mine, i held Carl's, he held Ron's, and Ron held Michonne's.

we started walking, but soon the day began to go away, and with it the light. We were bathed in darkness, trying to guide ourselves with the light of the moon and stars, without making noise so as not to attract the attention of walkers. Although it had been a long time, i didn't feel tired, and i try at all costs to ignore that pain in my chest that keeps me on alert.

'i'm not going to fuck this up, not me.'

i wonder if the smell is still as strong as when we left, but the answer is probably no, because the blood eventually started to dry a little, and that's probably what made some walkers watch us for a few seconds longer than normal. But they continued on their way, and that's what made me feel most relieved.

but apparently not everyone thought the same, since without realizing it, Sam was also thinking about the looks, about the possibilities, and he began to be filled with a panic that soon exploded.

Sam let go of Rick's hand and started to back away.

“S-Sam?” Jessie tried to gently pull his hand to bring him back to reality, unconsciously also squeezing my hand. “Come on, come on, sweetheart? Sam? you can do it,” the woman told him, in a low but desperate tone, refusing to let go of her son's hand.

“Sam, come on,” she said

“come on, come on, Sam” Rick tried too.

“Sam, you can do this, look at mom,” Ron said this time, almost whispering, but desperate.

“Sam, honey, i need you to come with me” but Jessie's words didn't seem to have any effect, as the boy soon began to cry, sobbing loudly, beginning to attract the attention of the walkers.

“i want to,” Sam said, but he was still frozen, crying.

“i need you to be strong,” Jessie said.

but it was all in vain when suddenly a walker jumped on Sam, biting his cheek and making him scream, calling for his mother. The scene was horrible, and i started to feel nauseous just watching it. The walkers kept coming, biting Sam and covering his face with blood and bites.

Jessie couldn't let go of her son's hand, and instead she also seemed to freeze, crying loudly at the loss of her son, she even started screaming, and that was what made me try to let go of her hand. But i couldn't, she squeezed me too hard.

“Je-Jessie, Jessie” i tried to call her, but she kept screaming, drawing the attention of more walkers “Jessie please, come with us” i begged her, but she wasn't listening, she was just screaming and holding my hand tightly.

the inevitable happened. The walkers attacked the blonde, who didn't even let go of my hand at that moment, making me panic. I couldn't let go without attracting their attention.

Carl tried to help me, but that caused us to attract the attention of a walker.

“dad!” he called to Rick, who silently took his ax and walked towards us, repeatedly hitting the wrist of the person who used to be his lover with it. When he finally cut her hand, the force made me fall, bringing Carl with me.

what we didn't notice is that the gun Carl was carrying fell in the process.

well... apparently someone did, and quickly took it while we were getting up.

the sound of the gun safety was what caught our attention. We looked back, seeing Ron holding it, pointing it at Rick.

“you…” he said, and again there was that cold, broken look in his eyes.

a chill ran down my spine, and then Michonne's sword pierced Ron's body, killing him in the process. But despite his death, he had his finger on the trigger... and he clumsily fired just as the life was escaping his body. I closed my eyes for a moment, startled by the sound, but when i opened them, i felt my blood freeze, i thought i was dying.

Carl slowly raised his head, then showing that the shot had hit one of his eyes, leaving a hole of blood, blood that ran down his face as he tried to look at us.

"dad?" i heard him say before he fell. I tried to grab him as best i could, and panic came over me as i received Rick's help to lift him up.

“Rick, we have to… we have to take him to Denise, please” i sobbed, watching as the man carried his son in his arms. He didn't respond, but he started running in that direction, so Michonne and i passed him, clearing the path of walkers.

'Carl…please, you have to be okay, you have to be'

then i understood the panic i had felt these days, the horrible feeling that haunted me.

'i can't lose him, not him. Not him.'

memories of the farm came to my mind, when they shot him and i had to see him in that bed, not knowing if he would survive that.

i buried my knife in every walker that tried to get close, without even thinking about it, just doing it.

'i need him to get to Denise, i need her to help him.'

right now the beating doesn't matter, my ribs don't matter, none of that matters. All i care about is getting him help.

'he's everything to me, i can't do it without him.'

we saw the door to the infirmary open, Denise had seen us, she was ready. We let Rick enter with Carl, and after him i entered with Michonne.

ny face was wet from the amount of tears i didn't even realize i had shed, Aaron looked at me, worried and trying to understand, but i couldn't look at him, only at Carl.

“please save him” i begged Denise, almost in a whisper, and at my side Rick did the same.

Denise turned on the light, and although Spencer tried to complain she quickly silenced him. It was then that i looked at Rick, who seemed to be in a trance as Michonne removed the sheet from him.

as soon as i handed my sheet to Michonne, Rick seemed to make a decision, as he grabbed his ax and left the infirmary. Michonne yelled for him to come back, but he didn't listen.

i don't know exactly what it was, but something told me to go with him, to follow him, so that's what i did. With my knife in hand i left, closing the door and beginning to kill each walker that crossed my path.

i couldn't feel or think. My ears were blocked and my hands were numb.

there was blood, and more blood, and more blood. My body seemed to float. Nothing hurt me, nothing weighed me down.

every head of those walkers had the mark of my knife.

i don't even know when Michonne and the others joined us, i could only continue killing.

Aaron, Heath, Spencer, hell, even people came out of their houses, out of their hiding places.

Eric, Olivia, Rosita, Morgan, Eugene, Tobin, Carol, Tara, hell, even Gabriel were here fighting. There were so many people around us, when suddenly a fire started on the lake, catching our attention. In the distance i saw a truck, but i couldn't see who had caused it.

many of the walkers started heading towards the fire, but Rick yelled at us to not let our guard down, as some were still trying to attack us.

we gave it our all, we pushed our bodies to the limit to protect this place and kill every one of those damn walkers.

we ended up covered in blood, but we were all still alive.

'Carl'

then it dawned on me and i ran towards the infirmary again, without looking back, without paying attention to the screams. I don't even know how long we were outside, but it seemed like an eternity until we were finally able to finish them off, so i wasn't that surprised to walk in and see that Denise was putting a bandage around Carl's head.

" 's he alive?" Rick walked in when i asked the question, just as agitated as i was.

"he's alive, but he lost a lot of blood. It's gonna be a long recovery... and he'll need a lot of support from everyone. Things will be very different and difficult for him when he wakes up.” she told us, then looked behind us. “I need to move Carl to another room, but is anyone else hurt?”

“i-i don't know,” Rick replied.

we both moved Carl to the nearest room, putting some chairs near him so we could wait for him to wake up.

“i'll go thank her,” i said to Rick in a low tone, to which he nodded, still quite disoriented.

“hey, Denise, thank ya so much for savin' him…” i stopped in my tracks and my eyes opened wide. Daryl was entering through the door of the infirmary, and after him the others came with small smiles, looking at me attentively. “Dar…” i blinked a couple of times, and then i ran into his arms, being instantly reciprocated, although i heard him complain a little.

“i was so scared, i missed ya so so much” i mumbled, trying not to let the others hear us. My voice broke as i spoke.

“i'm here now, girl. Ya don' have to be scared, ya know i'll always come back” he told me, in the same low tone, caressing my back.

“i need to heal your brother, Yn, can i?” Denise interrupted us with a guilty expression, to which i nodded, separating myself from him and wiping the tears from my face . “Do you need me to adjust the bandages on your ribs again?” this time she asked me, making Daryl look at me with a frown.

“i'll tell ya later,” i said, then looked at Denise. “i'm fine, now i'll go back to see Carl. I wanna stay until he wakes up. Thank ya... again” She nodded, now forcing my brother to sit on another stretcher.

when i came back, Rick was talking to Carl, so i decided to give them a moment, but when he finished, he noticed me at the door, so he got up from his chair and walked over to me.

“i think... i think he's conscious, i don't really know.” and after saying that he left for a moment, leaving me alone with him.

i went straight to sit down, gently taking his hand.

“hey…uhm, i hope ya can hear me or i'll really feel like a fool.” i tried to joke, but my voice betrayed my nervousness. “i hate seeing ya hurt. I really thought i was going to lose ya this time, ya scared me to death” i sighed, bringing his hand to my lips, leaving a small kiss on the back of his hand “i don't know what would happen to me if ya weren't here, Carl, and i know that ya would say that i can continue, that i'm strong, but the truth is... that it would destroy me not to have ya anymore. Hell, ya can break up with me, hate me, but at least ya'd still be here. If that weren't so… i couldn't, Carl, i really couldn't.”

i felt his hand squeeze mine gently.

“if ya can really hear me, i want you to understand that i love you too much, Carl. And i don't care if i have to help you all the time now; i also don't care about the scar left on yer face. You're still you, you're still the boy i fell in love with, you're still the boy who makes me feel at home." i felt the lump form in my throat again, but i tried to ignore it. "In my eyes ya have always been and ya'll always be the prettiest boy, so don't try to walk away when ya fully wake up. Don't even try to tell me anythin bad about yerself, 'cause God, Carl, if i have to tell ya on repeat every part of ya that i like and why, i will do it even if it takes me a long time to do it, and ya'll have to sit there listenin' to every word" i moved in my seat so i could kiss his cheek. “ 'm gonna be here in every step ya have to take, in every advance and in every retreat. On good days and bad days. I don' care about anythin else. I'll be here for ya just as ya are fer me.”

i heard a noise coming from the door, and i noticed that Rick, Michonne, and Judith in her arms were standing at the door. All three of them were smiling, and i felt my face heat up when i noticed that Rick looked like he wanted to cry.

it's been a few weeks since the last incidents in Alexandria, and everyone's recovery has been a complicated process, especially for Carl, who's still trying to get used to calculating distances or following a fixed point with only one eye.

when he woke up the day after the event, he was crying with anguish, and the first time he tried to walk and hit himself on a chair, he didn't want me to see him, and i had to spend the entire day without being able to see him.

now things are different, he doesn't feel so embarrassed by things like that anymore, but he hasn't even let me see him without the bandage. I just give him the time he needs, and try to remind him how valuable he is.

yesterday i came back from a run with Daryl, and as a gift i brought him some comics i found in a store. I haven't seen him smile as much as yesterday in a long time. My heart was beating so fast, i even felt like i was blushing to see him smile like that!

today i promised to go see him early at his house, so now that's what i do, walk through the front door of Carl's house, going straight to his room, where a loud melody was coming from.

of course, since he found a player he spends his time listening to music in his room. Today's song was “More Than a Feeling,” accompanied by the hitting of a tennis ball that Carl uses for his pt, as Denise instructed him.

“hey” i stuck my head out the half-open door, watching as he quickly turned to see me, smiling.

“hey! come in.” and that's what i did, closing the door behind my back and then walking up to him while he threw his tennis ball on the ground.

his arms surrounded my waist, and mine surrounded his neck. Soon his lips met mine, and i sighed with joy as i felt his warmth merge with mine. I brought my body as close to his as i could, also tilting my head to deepen the kiss, hearing him grunt in the process as he did the same.

his lips are so soft, fluffy. God, i could kiss him all the time. His hands caressed my waist, squeezing it gently. Shortly afterward he separated a little. I could still feel his breathing, so i whimpered in discontent, wanting to continue what we were doing, but he just laughed lightly.

“calm down, babe.” he kissed my forehead. “Actually, i wanted to ask you something.”

“uh? sure, babe. What do ya need?”

“could you help me change my bandage?” he asked me, but before i could answer he interrupted me “you don't have to if you don't want to, i can ask Michonne, i just…”

“Carl, babe, i'd love to help ya, come on.” with my head i pointed in the direction of his bed, so he nodded, sitting on it.

"are you sure?" he looked at me intently, and i could see the fear, which made my heart ache.

“of course i'm sure, every time ya want me to help ya, ya can ask me, that's fine” i told him firmly.

“thank you,” he said in a lower tone. I know this is a big step for him, and from the way i see him playing with his hands i can tell he's very nervous, so i hurried to find the box on his nightstand that has the bandages, and the disinfectants.

after that i settled between his legs.

“can ya hold this fer me?” he nodded, so i handed him the new bandage and the alcohol. “Now i'm gonna remove the bandage you're wearing. If ya want me to stop at some point, just tell me.” and that is what i did. I carefully untied the knot of his bandage, removing it gently in case something hurts him or if any part of the fabric is stuck to his skin. Once that step was ready, i used a bow that i had on my right wrist to prevent his hair from covering the wound and complicating my work.

for a second i admired his face, and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Carl is beautiful, not only on the inside, but on the outside as well. I'm always looking at him, but this time it feels different, more intimate.

“you're perfect,” i whispered, almost to myself, but i knew he heard me when his cheeks flushed. Even over the music he was able to hear me, which made me a little nervous, so i cleared my throat.

i began to clean the wound, disinfecting it and putting all my concentration into not hurting it or doing anything wrong.

“ya can tell me if ya feel like it's too tight. 's my first time putting a bandage on someone other than a Dixon, and we're not the best reference to practice somethin like that." i tried to joke while putting the new bandage on him, hearing him laugh at my comment.

“it's perfect, thank you.” i took off the bow and he took care of putting the things on his nightstand quickly, returning to the position we were in, although this time he took me by the waist and made me sit down on his lap “Thank you for everything you do for me.”

“i'd do anythin fer ya, Carl.” i confessed, watching the smile form on his face once again.

“i'd do anything for you too, Yn, never forget that” i nodded, feeling happy.

it was then that he suddenly kissed me, making me gasp. The kiss was intense like the one a few minutes ago, but this new position made me feel different. The heat little by little went down to the inside of my panties, making me whimper and move my hips, rubbing against Carl's crotch.

it wasn't long until i felt something getting hard, and then i knew he felt the same way i did. His hands helped me move, now messier. Small moans came out of me, and he took advantage of that moment to put his tongue in my mouth, making the kiss deeper, more desperate. One of his hands moved to my ass, squeezing it. But it was when i was going to unbutton his pants that we heard a voice.

“Carl!” Rick called him from his room. We barely hear it over the music. Carl pulled away from me, grunting and his dick aching.

"what!? i’m doing pt!” He lied, making me laugh lightly as i moved from the position we were in, sitting next to him, still somewhat agitated and feeling my panties wet.

“i can't hear you, come here!” Rick replied, so Carl looked at me, and i laughed when i saw the anger and frustration on his face, as well as his lips red and swollen from the kiss.

“go on, or he'll come for ya.” he sighed, getting up from the bed with resignation, and moving his shirt so that it covered the bulge in his crotch.

“when i come back you're gonna have to take care of what you caused,” he said, making me clench my legs as the heat returned to me. He seemed to notice this, as he smiled, and before leaving the room he gave me a kiss “be a good girl and wait here. Don't do anything” he said, and then went out to see what Rick wanted.

i sighed, flustered by what he said and my face as red as a tomato.

oh…and now feeling uncomfortable because of my soaked panties.

[rachelsfav-queer]

Beekeeper Wednesday PT. 2

(Part 1)

Enid: Wednesday? Are you still in here?

Demonic growling and snarling sound from across the room as Enid enters with Yoko and Divina behind her.

Yoko: What the hell is that? You hear that, right? I swear to fuck, Enid, if I die from this, I’m going to haunt you forever!

Enid: It’s fine, Yokes! Just stay behind me and hold onto those crucifixes. I think they’ll work.

Yoko/Divina: YOU THINK?!

Enid: SHHHH!!! You’re gonna startle her!!

Suddenly, the demonic growling gets louder as a chill shoots down the spines of the three girls. They all freeze in place, waiting for what? They have no clue.

Divina: *whimpering* I think I peed my pants.

Enid: Wends? Are you here, babycakes? I have a gift for you! I know you’re still… upset about that whole thing with the suit, but I think you’ll like this gift! Can you come out? And also maybe not kill any of us? Pretty please?

A few seconds pass before a dark, shadowy figure appears from Wednesday’s closet, making the vampire and siren jump back to hide behind Enid, who smiles anxiously as she holds out a black box to the figure, who approaches slowly and menacingly. As the figure gets closer, all three girls close their eyes in fear and are all frozen in place, and the figure opens the box. Suddenly, all tension leaves the room and the figure disappears with the box. A minute later, Wednesday appears with a happy smile and the beekeeper suit on.

Wednesday: *runs up and hugs Enid* Thank you, mi loba! Have I ever told you that I love you more than anything on this plane of existence?

The three girls all instantly relax as Enid wraps Wednesday up in her arms, returning the hug gratefully.

Divina: *under her breath, to Yoko* Yeah, I definitely peed myself. Please take me home? I don’t think my legs are working anymore.

Yoko: *picks up Divina* Yeah, definitely. Um… we’re leaving now. Never ask us for anything ever again. Goodbye! *dashes out with her girlfriend*

End <3

(Thank you @caitlynskitten for this amazing au you created and thanks to you and @lisaslosingstreak for reminding me of this lol. Hope y’all liked this part 2!)

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (5) - Beast

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 4.6k

-I'm not hiding from this, I’m fighting with this beast inside-

Somehow Weems figured assigning you to Weathervane, of all the places she could have assigned you to, would be a good choice. As if you didn’t electrocute Galpin the last time you talked to him. You would have been fine with anything, but no, you had to work with Galpin so Weems could have her coffee or whatever she drank and keep an eye on you. If she asked for coffee and you had the chance to make it for her, you'd make sure to put salt instead of sugar.

"No luck with my assignment. I got Weathervane. What did you get?" you glanced over Wednesday's shoulder. "Uriah's Heap? You know, I actually think you'd like it if you didn't need The Pilgrim World," before Wednesday could respond Enid ran up to the two of you with a wide grin on her face.

"I got Pilgrim World!" she exclaimed, shaking you slightly from her excitement. "I do have natural people skills and a love for performing, so kind of an obvi choice!"

"Great, trade with me so I can trade with Wednesday. Unless you want Uriah's Heap," you grinned, offering your assignment paper to Enid.

"Ewww, no!" Enid glanced at your assignment and seemed to think it over. "Weathervane is fine, but what are you two up to?" she winked at you and you couldn't help but frown, remembering how Enid decided that you had a crush on Wednesday. That was probably what won her over and convinced her to trade with you.

"I need to get into Pilgrim World," Wednesday explained as you and Enid traded assignments, and then her and you traded as well. She looked pleased, or as pleased as Wednesday could be, that things were going her way.

"Anyway, I'm off to make sure you," you pointed a finger at Enid as you took several steps back. "Get a chance with Ajax," you grinned at her enthusiastic squeal and a quick hug.

"You're the best, Y/N!" she exclaimed.

~X~

“So,” Enid began as she took a step closer to Wednesday and clasped her hands behind her back. “You and Y/N?” she asked with a teasing grin on her face, even if she knew she was playing with fire, or well, hellfire in this case.

Wednesday, however, looked confused. “What?” she questioned and Enid sighed, nodding and looking over to you as you talked with Ajax and Xavier.

She felt sorry for you, falling for Wednesday Addams of all people. At least she wasn’t the only one who saw something. Thing opened up a bit about Wednesday tolerating you more than he expected, so, that was a good start.

She’d, however, just cheer from the sidelines because Wednesday was a bit too scary for Enid to get directly involved.

And, well, she knew you wouldn’t be all that happy about that either and she did not want to risk getting both of you mad. Wednesday might kill her, but you could probably think of some way to get a payback.

~X~

If you had to say one thing about Uriah's Heap it would be that it was certainly more welcoming to outcasts than most places in the town. Also, you got lucky. Ajax got Uriah's Heap, Xavier got Weathervane and convincing Ajax he didn't want to get electrocuted in case of a storm was easy. Xavier was fine with anything as long as he got to avoid Galpin. One of the rare few things you and Xavier agreed on.

"You're not going to blow this whole place up if there's a storm, right?" Xavier asked as the two of you dusted the shelves,

You paused, smirking. "Scared, Thorpe?"

"Can you blame me?" he asked with the tiniest hint of teasing in his voice. "There's nowhere to hide here."

You rolled your eyes at that, but before you could respond the bell rang and both of you looked to the doors to see Wednesday walking in. She looked around, her eyes finally zeroing in on you.

"Wednesday!" Xavier's face immediately lit up. "I thought you were supposed to be at Pilgrim World?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact," she said dismissively and pulled out a map as she approached you. "The old meeting house, the one from 1600s, do you know where it is?"

You nodded. "Cobham Woods," you pointed a finger at the spot on the map. "Right around here," frankly, you were annoyed you didn't remember it when you recognized Crackstone.

"Come on, I need to check it out," she was already turning around to leave.

You grinned, grabbing your backpack off the floor and going after her.

"Wait, what about the storm?! You could hurt Wednesday if it starts while you're outside!" Xavier went outside after the two of you.

Wednesday was the one to stop and address him. "I have no reason to fear a bit of lightning," she stated and you weren’t sure whether to be annoyed or impressed.

But seriously? A bit of lightning? The nerve of her.

Xavier lifted his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just trying to help you!"

"Go back inside and make sure Weems doesn't realize Y/N isn't there if you want to help," she didn't even wait for his answer. She just turned around once again and left.

The moment the two of you were out of Xavier's sight you sped up a bit and while walking a bit ahead of her turned to look at her. "A bit of lightning? Really? I can't decide whether to prove you wrong or be thankful for what you said," you shook your head, genuinely offended by her words.

"Prove me wrong," she didn't even blink, just sped up her pace.

“What do I do with this girl?” you sighed, she was trouble, but you were still drawn to her.

~X~

When the two of you reached what was left of the old meeting house it didn't take being a raiju to know you had to hurry. The sky was clouded, and while you were sure it was exactly the way Wednesday preferred it, you were worried about the upcoming rain.

"I'll check around, maybe there was something around here other than the meeting house," you said, after all, Wednesday could take care of any potential danger that was inside the decrepit house. And she had Thing, and if all of that wasn’t enough you were fast. She just nodded so the two of you split apart, her heading into the house and you going around it.

You weren't even sure what you were expecting. It's been almost four hundred years, if there was anything around the house to begin with it was gone. Well, with that monster lurking around it wasn't the worst idea to check the immediate surroundings. Still, you didn't find anything aside from occasional fast food paper bag. You heard commotion and saw a man running away. Well, at least Wednesday was having more fun than you were.

"I'd rather dye my hair pick than ask my mother for help," you heard her say when you slipped inside the meeting house.

"Why not both?" you offered with a grin as you looked around. There really was nothing here, you heard police had to clear the place out fairly often, but this was in awful condition. "No luck?"

You ignored the daggers she was glaring into the side of your skull. Knowing Wednesday it probably wasn't daggers, but some massive drill turning your brain into mush...

"No. There's nothing here," she sighed.

Thing scratched at one of the fallen wooden pillars.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" she touched a pillar. "No," she went over to the wall to her right and placed both of her palms on it. "Nothing," she said.

You had to turn your head to the side to hide a small smirk. She was being dramatic, and it was quite possibly the best thing you have seen since coming to Nevermore. You'd have to get Thing a hand lotion or something just for this.

"Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight," she even faked a tiny bit of excitement as she lifted up a paper Taco bell bag and shook it, throwing her head back with a hum.

Forget possibly, Wednesday being unnecessarily dramatic and theatrical was the best thing you saw since coming to Nevermore. Period.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks," she sighed, annoyed at wasting all this time and somehow her snark and frustration made it all even better. “Wipe that smile off your face or I’ll drop a bucket of water on you,” she threatened.

Your eyes widened and you swept your hand in front of your mouth, showing a completely serious expression, even though it was difficult to restrain the small tugs on the corners of your lips. You moved to the side, letting her go through the doors first, but as she touched the handle she froze, her head snapped back, and she began falling.

"Wednesday!" you caught her before she hit the ground and looked at Thing. "Is this how she is during visions?" you asked. You never saw Wednesday have one, you wouldn't even know if Wednesday didn't explain why you were looking for that book Rowan had and how she knew what it looked like. Looking at it from that perspective, considering the fact that she did tell you about her visions when apparently no one but Thing knew, maybe she did trust you, even if it was a tentative trust at best at this point.

Thing signed a 'yes' and you lowered Wednesday to the ground. You weren't sure if she should be moved while she had these visions. You watched her, noticing that her face relaxed completely, and instead of the permanent serious expression you had the rare opportunity of seeing Wednesday at her most relaxed. You saw that same expression when she passed out after Rowan was killed, but now it felt a bit more intimate, if only a bit the two of you were closer than you were that night.

And then the first drop of rain fell on you. "Shit!" you cursed, getting back on your feet and stepping outside the meeting house. The rain immediately started pouring and as the lightning began flashing through the sky you knew you had to get further away. "Keep watching over Wednesday! I need to stay away from you two!" you yelled.

You only knew one thing as the rain soaked through your clothes. This wasn't going to end well for you. Your body, already soaked by the rain was threatening to discharge lightning as the constant downpour lowered your ability to restrain yourself and then a lightning struck a nearby tree and your eyes turned red involuntarily. Your body turned to lightning as you zapped up, barely able to influence the direction your body was zapping toward.

~X~

The vision Wednesday was having was like no other she experienced, it wasn't a flash of the future or fragmented moments from the past. She was seeing the entire event that happened in the old meeting house. She saw the girl, who she now knew was named Goody Addams, be declared a witch and thrown into the meeting house by Joseph Crackstone. She saw the building being set on fire while dozens of outcasts were shackled to the floor. She was now seeing Goody trying to release her mother.

"There is no time, child. Leave me, save yourself! He's chained us all to the floor!" Goody's mother spoke as the outcasts cried, panicked as the heat became noticeable. It wouldn't be long before the flames engulfed the building.

"I shan't leave without you," Goody refused, still trying to free her mother.

"Run! Avenge us and save out future! Raiju!" Goody's mother cried out and Wednesday's eyes widened slightly. "Raiju, wake up! Take Goody away from here!"

Wednesday watched as Goody turned to the male near the middle of the group. He looked a bit older than Goody, with messy blonde hair, with a pained grunt he got up to his knees, his eyes turning blue.

"Diego!" the relief in Goody's voice seemed to be fleeting as she, and Wednesday along with her, realized he had a gaping wound in his chest.

With a battle cry, the lightning burnt through his shackles, leaving burns on his wrists and ankles but setting him free. Wednesday watched in awe as the man stumbled away from the outcasts, which also meant closer to Wednesday, and shifted in a burst of lightning, a blue wolf appearing where he was. The beast was huge, bigger than the biggest wolves Wednesday had ever seen. It was maybe four or five inches shorter than Wednesday, while on all fours. There was lightning emerging from its body, from the back, the legs, and the eyes, it truly looked as if the beast was made of lightning. The wounds on its human body were no longer visible, but it was in pain nonetheless as it growled like a wounded beast. But then the lightning faded and in a blink of an eye it tossed Goody onto its back and blasted a hole in the roof with a burst of lightning from its mouth. Goody grabbed onto its neck, clinging onto it as it jumped through the hole on roof.

The smoke engulfed Wednesday and she began coughing as the scenery around her changed. It looked more like a forest, but she couldn't tell because of the fog.

"He won't stop until he's killed us all!" Goody emerged from the fog, the wolf limping close behind her.

It began growling as it stepped behind Wednesday, clearly aware of something that was coming.

"He's here," Goody realized as Crackstone appeared.

"There will be no escape for you!" for the first time Wednesday felt fear as she looked into his eyes, and she stumbled back, falling to the ground.

"Use the raiju!" she heard Goody's voice as her vision came to an end.

Wednesday's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, looking around for Thing and you. She saw Thing standing near her, but you weren't anywhere close to her. She could smell the burnt wood though. "Thing, Thing I saw her, the girl from my visions! Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago," she then realized rain was falling and she got up. "Where's Y/N?" granted, she didn't know much about raiju, but from what you said and common logic she understood you shouldn’t be in the rain.

Thing gestured outside and Wednesday quickly stepped out and saw you. You were breathing heavily, back against the tree trunk that was cracked open, red sparks crackling around you, and with a cry that sounded a lot like thunder, you zapped into a nearby tree, breaking it in two before you zapped back to where you were before. You landed on your knees and with a muffled groan leaned against the tree once again. Wednesday took her surroundings in. Almost all the trees near the ruined meeting house were either cracked or destroyed, and each one of them was smoking despite the heavy rain that was falling.

"Took you long enough," you gritted out, looking at Wednesday with fierce, red eyes.

On some level Wednesday knew you were strong. It was hard to imagine lightning not being strong, but she had to admit she underestimated just how strong you'd be. Against Rowan you were clearly holding back because if you hit him with lightning you would have seriously injured him, maybe even killed him if you put enough power behind the attack. Why you didn’t do that was a question Wednesday didn’t have a clear enough of an answer. Either way she guessed she was proven wrong. And you weren't even in the actual lightning beast form.

She wanted to see it. The kind of destruction that could be caused if you weren't restraining yourself. She stepped closer to you, not for a moment worried about the lightning you were surrounded with. In fact, that lightning encouraged her to approach even further. She's never been struck by an actual lightning before, she wondered if it was different from the electric chair or electroshock therapy.

"What are you doing?!" you shouted, lightning that crackled around you intensified, but Wednesday still approached. "Wednesday, don't," you should have known by now she was too stubborn to listen to you. She was intrigued and she wanted answers. And as much as he hated to admit it, she didn’t find just your powers intriguing.

"You said you wanted to prove me wrong," she taunted, aiming to get you to comply with her unspoken demand, but you zapped to one of the trees, even as out of control as you were, you managed to keep hold on the tree. It sizzled under your palms.

"Not like this," you groaned, pressing your forehead against the tree trunk.

Climbing after you would be a futile waste of effort. You'd just zap down. "Let's get going before Weems hangs both of us," she suggested. She could see you nodding and figured you would come down, instead you just zapped to a random tree in the direction of the town. For a moment Wednesday thought you were in control, but then you took a hard left turn, grunting as you hit the tree.

There was something else you were suppressing here, it wasn't just lightning. Sure, you were suppressing the lightning as well, you didn't want to harm her or Thing, but given what she saw in her vision, you were more than likely stopping the shift into the beast.

If she didn't want to see it and what it could do, she might even be tempted to compliment your self-control.

~X~

When you came back to Jericho and you unfortunately stumbled into Weems, and you cursed your luck as you leaned against a wall. You felt it heating up and groaned as you pushed your body away from it.

“You two… I have no words, get in my car, I’m taking you back to Nevermore to get changed!” she was red in the face from the anger, and you already knew you were both in for a detention at best. You didn’t care much though, you just barely managed to get to her car and sit in the back seat as Wednesday sat next to Weems.

“Do you two have any idea how ashamed I was when I had to tell the mayor that I lost sight of a raiju, that caused problems before, when there was a storm outside?!” she demanded, rushing toward Nevermore.

You would usually respond, but right now you were busy keeping control over your lightning. Though the fact that you discharged quite a bit of it helped a lot. And now that you were in a dry place your body heat made you dry faster.

“Your priorities never fail to amaze me,” Wednesday snarked and you could imagine the glares on each of their faces.

“I prioritize the good of our entire school, Miss Addams,” Weems retorted angrily.

“By making an even bigger outcast of one of your students? As you can see not a single spark hurt me, and I’ve been with Y/N since it started raining,” you were surprised Wednesday was defending you like this, it felt good.

Weems gritted her teeth, but remained silent, instead just huffing and driving back to Nevermore. When she parked as close to Ophelia Hall as she could her instructions were clear. “Wednesday, go take a shower and change. I want you back in my car in half an hour, you hear me. And Y/N, do not leave your room!” she ordered and you looked at her incredulously.

“You want her to take a shower in our room while there’s a storm outside?!” you exclaimed, but Weems just glared at you.

“You clearly didn’t electrocute her in the rain, deal with it,” Weems just snapped at you and you knew there was no point in arguing here, you just huffed and went to your room with Wednesday.

You managed not to zap Wednesday when she came out of the shower, and she left while you stayed in the room, resting and reading a book. You only later heard about what her and Thing did, which was also why Wednesday was in Weems’ office for quite a while. When she came back your eyes just met and she went to her table to start her writing hour as Enid got ready for her date with Ajax.

"Too much?" you heard Enid asking and glanced just for a moment before pulling the book up once again. You were glad Enid got her date with Ajax and you'd be a good roommate and hurt him if he ever hurt Enid, but you were staying out of any preparations Enid was having at the moment.

"Wednesday?" she turned to Wednesday now that she figured you weren't going to help.

Wednesday sighed. "I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid," there was no need to see Wednesday's expression, you knew she was done from just one glance at the colorful shirt in Enid's hands.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD, I mean I didn't even get to do my dance routine!" Enid complained, mostly to Wednesday.

"What a tragedy," Wednesday said with so much sarcasm dripping from her voice you almost glanced to the floor to see if it was flooding the room.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event," Enid asked no one in particular.

Wednesday stopped typing for a bit. "You're going to be late," she eventually said and went back to typing.

"Wish me luck!" Enid exclaimed.

"Good luck!" you pumped your fist up toward her.

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his," Wednesday said, causing you to nearly drop your book as Enid left the room.

"Aww, that's sweet, you do care!" the moment those words left your mouth you wondered if you had a death wish. The moment you couldn't hear the typewriter you instinctively lowered your book just enough to take a peek at your surroundings. It looked like everything was fine. Until you saw a glimmer of a blade slicing through the darkness and you yelped as the knife lodged itself into the wooden board right next to your head.

"Too bad, I missed you," Wednesday commented evenly.

"Wednesday, what the fuck?!" you cried out, your heart beating way too fast for your liking. Actually, that was wrong. Considering that knife nearly split your skull open you were liking the way your heart was beating very much. "How did you even throw the knife like that?!" it curved! Basically took a ninety-degree turn! "Where did you even keep it?!" actually that was probably a stupid question.

"Refrain from unnecessary assumptions," she actually sounded bored when she said it, as if she didn't just throw a knife at you.

"You don't have to tell me twice," you couldn't even hide beneath the covers, in case she had another brilliant idea.

Ten minutes later, when you were sure no other knives would come flying through the room, you slowly pulled the knife Wednesday threw at you out. It was beautiful, a black blade perfect for throwing in the dark, but the handle... It felt so good in your hand, easy to grip and wield, comfortable, and good for throwing, slicing, or stabbing. The edge of the blade had white wave-like patterns, and the handle had white lines running horizontally across it. Simple, but there was beauty in it.

Another ten minutes passed before Wednesday stopped typing and stood up, soon enough she entered your part of the room. You didn't pay much attention to that, the bathroom was connected to your part of the room. She didn't open the doors though, instead, she approached you and held her hand out.

You sat up and crossed your legs, carefully observing the open palm before grinning and giving Wednesday a low five before she could even register what just happened. The flabbergasted look on her face as she looked at her hand, as if offended by what just happened made everything, even the dangerous glint in her eyes as she looked you in the eyes, worth it.

"Hand over the knife," she seethed, but you were too far gone to back away and let her win this.

"Nope. You threw it at me. It's mine now," you couldn't wipe the grin off your face, even if you knew every second Wednesday spent looking at it might bring her closer to the point of no safe return. And you'd be paying for the ticket back. Probably in your blood, or something like that.

"Y/N," she warned, taking a step closer so her knees were touching your bed.

"It's my lucky knife now, back off," you clutched the knife to your chest.

Thing got between you two, trying to prevent any bloodshed from occurring.

"Thing, move," Wednesday ordered, glaring at you.

Thing refused, pleading for your life. You weren't sure whether to feel touched or like he was being overdramatic. Probably the combination.

"She won't hurt me, Thing," you declared boldly.

Wednesday's eyebrow twitched. "What makes you so sure of that?"

"I win if you do," getting her so riled up that she would actually attack you felt like a win in your book. After all, that would be like Wednesday admitting you got to her. Wednesday was proud, she answered violence with violence and words with words, not words with violence. She wouldn't attack you. Not really. Even the knife she threw was meant to miss you. You were still very impressed with her aim.

You could hear Wednesday gritting her teeth, but she didn't attack you. And then an idea came to your head. One that was even worse than keeping the knife. "Would you come to the dance with me?" you asked.

"What dance?" well, at least Wednesday didn't immediately shut that idea down.

"Rave'N, a school dance. Next weekend," you felt like you were pulling teeth with how difficult it was to say each word. "Come with me, Wednesday," somehow the words that should have been the hardest to say came out without a hitch.

Wednesday took a step back, and you were sure she would shut the idea down. "Why?"

"Why not?" to you it really was that simple. And as spontaneous as it was you didn't think there was anyone else you'd go with.

"What do I get out of it?" you could work with these questions.

"Not your knife back," you grinned at her annoyance. "A chance to irritate Weems and/or Thornhill by not matching the theme of the dance. An okay night with your favorite raiju. What more could you ask for?"

"You're the only raiju I know," she argued much to your amusement.

"Exactly! So, what do you say? Will you go to the dance with me?" you relaxed and leaned back against the wall. The worst Wednesday could say was no, right?

She remained silent, her gaze searching for any signs of deception or anything of that nature. "Fine," she didn't say anything else, she just turned around and went back to her part of the room.

You couldn't suppress the grin that was now on your face. You didn't even try to really, as you slipped under the covers and closed your eyes. You missed Wednesday glancing back at you, clearly more than a little puzzled by your behavior.

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I don’t really like you

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Agro!reader

Warning: angst, mentions of death, arguments, teasing, making out, early start of smut, almost getting caught, there will be a part 2 (smut), very scrambled writing, not edited

A/N: reader has agrokinesis which is the power to control/manipulate plants/earth stuff lol… also pls comment if you want to be tagged in part 2

Update: part 2 here!

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Wednesday is finally enrolled at Nevermore after years of trying to convince her. I’ve known her since we were little, we had our own little trio whenever our parents would have dinners. It was always Wednesday, Xavier, and I, and occasionally Pugsley.

Our parents all met at Nevermore, all of them part of the Nightshades. Of course, we had to follow in their footsteps.

The news spread fast around campus, talking about what she did at her other schools. I saw her with Enid while having a tour of the school.

“Wednesday!” I hollered from the door I was leaning against.

She quickly turned around and with a confused and pale face, her eyes widened.

I walked up to her with open arms, I knew she wouldn’t give into the hug but it was worth a try.

“Y/n.” she sent a quickly smirk as we nodded to each other.

“You two know each other?” Enid cocked her head.

“Since diapers.” Wednesday spoke with her monotone voice as the three of us walked around the courtyard.

“Yeah Wednesday, Xavier, and I.” I muttered out.

“Wait. You mean to tell me that you and Xavier used to be friends?” Enid threw her hands in the air as she spoke loud.

“Enid, shut up.” I was quick to cover her mouth with my hand. I looked around the courtyard to see if anyone heard, and of course Xavier was looking right as us.

“You aren’t friends with Xavier anymore?” Wednesday asked.

“They’re always argu-”3

“Enid. I don't want to talk about it. It was nice seeing you Wednesday.” I sent her and Enid a small smile before walking away.

-

It’s been a few days since Wednesday arrived, she’s always getting in trouble. Though, last night she decided to do her own little tour of the school.

“What did you tell Wednesday?” Xavier stopped me while I was on my way to my dorm.

“That she can sneak into the kitchen pantry and steal snacks?” I questioned, trying to swerve away from him to get to my room.

He followed behind me heading up to the girls corridors.

“What? No. You told her about what happened that night.” his big eyes showed that he wasn’t messing around.

“I literally didn’t tell her anything, I erased that night from my mind.” I pointed to my temple. “Probably should’ve asked one of the sirens to make me forget.”

I shoved past him and continued walking down the long hallway to my room, his heavy steps close behind mine.

Once I opened my door, I tried to close it as fast as possible but he slid through.

“God can you leave me alone?” I groaned loudly, throwing my book bag onto my bed.

“How does she know about the Nightshade library and what happened that night?” he asked towering over me.

“Xavier, I don’t fucking know how she knows!” I threw my hands in the air in annoyance. “Why do you care about her knowing?”

“Fuck. I don’t care about her knowing, it’s about the elder Nightshades knowing! About our families knowing!” he was close to be now, his neck turning red from his anger.

“You did this to yourself. I told all of you he didn’t seem like himself, you knew since you were his roommate. I told you guys not to kick him out, plus you let them embarrass me. I haven’t even told my family that i’m not a Nightshade anymore.”

“You got yourself kicked out, you thought you could help Rowan with your plants. He almost killed that kid.” he waved his hand around signaling all my plants.

“I saved that normie with my plants, don’t forget that. If it wasn’t for me, we’d all be wanted by the normies. You’re part of the reason he’s dead. And don’t even deny it, you know that wasn’t him after the fair.” that shut him up quick, he knows i’m right.

He shook his head and made his way to my door. “Wednesday declined the offer.”

“Good. We don’t need anymore egotistic skinny dippers here.”

Then he was gone. My heart was racing. I haven’t talked to Xavier in a few months, and I definitely didn’t expect the first time to be an argument.

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I heard a knock at my window, it possibly could just be the old welding creaking. It’s midnight, who would be outside my window at midnight?

knock knock.

I quickly and quietly wrapped myself in my blanket and nervously walked towards the window. I opened it and looked around to see who was there, nobody. 

I was about to close my window until I saw a blur in my peripheral vision. It was Thing, giving some sassy attitude because I couldn't see him.

“What?” I whispered to him, rubbing my tired eyes.

He started signing to me, telling me things with his fingers.

“Slow down. Wednesday? What? She needs me to- stop.” I quietly barked at him.

“Why does she need me to go into the Nightshade library if she has total access?” 

He began to sign again, having a slight attitude with the way he moved.

“Fine. But make sure to tell her to stay out of trouble if she’s one strike away from getting expelled, and that she owes me.” 

He understood and nodded then made his way out of the window.

I quickly put on my hoodie and grabbed my phone before sneaking out of my dorm. The corridors were dim and quiet as I crept down to the Poe statue.

I stood in front of the old statue and held my hand up. "snap twice." I breathed out.

My thumb and middle finger rubbed against each other quickly, letting out those two snaps. The statue grinding against the concrete floor, opening and revealing the stairs to the secret library.

I walked down the cobwebbed filled stairs, shivering from the cold of the lower level.

I reached the library, walking over to see the picture of my parents hanging up on the wall. The Addams and Thorpe family next to my parents frame.

“What are you doing here?”

My hand shot up and clenched into a fist to conjure a strong vine to grab the owner of the voice. I tightened my fist to make sure the vines were tight and strong. 

I turned around and saw my vines holding down the hands of Xavier. I loudly sighed and rolled my eyes knowing that he’s in my way again.

“Let me go.” he struggled against the vines. His white shirt loose on him as his sweatpants were tied.

“Why would you creep up on me?” I jerked my head forward, my hand unclenching to release him.

“Why are you here?” he rubbed at his wrists.

I ignored him and moved towards the large shelf of books. My fingers dragged along the dusty spines of the book, trying to find the book.

“You shouldn’t be here.” he followed behind me with every step I took, so close that I can feel his breath on my hair.

“I can be here if I want to.” I turned to face him but he bumped into my chest from the quick halt. “But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

I have a sarcastic smile and turned back to looking for the book that Wednesday needed.

“But to answer your question, I’m here for Wednesday.” I crouched down to the books on the lower shelf.

“Why couldn’t she come here herself?” he asked, leaning against the bookshelf as he looked down at me.

“Why are you here?” I looked up at him. Looking up at him from this angle brought thoughts in my mind that I didn’t need.

“Im actually a Nightshade, you on the other hand aren’t.” his arms crossed over his chest.

I quickly stood up to face him, he towered over me. I looked up at him, his nose flaring a tad as we had a stare off while we were merely an inch apart from each other.

He was the first one to look away, rolling his eyes and turning his head. I turned around and started looking for the book again. 

“Are you going to help me look or just keep breathing down my back?” I asked him with a playful tone.

He put his arms up in surrender, walking away to the desk where his things were set up. He sat on the chair and continued his sketch.

“Fucking finally!” I sighed out as I grabbed the needed book from the shelf and held it against my chest.

I walked over to Xavier, standing behind him as I watched his fingers smudge the led of the pencil. I couldn’t really tell what he was drawing, it was unfinished and his hand was covering most of it.

“Are you going to leave or just keep breathing down my back?” he continued drawing, not even turning to look at me.

“Hmm I don't know. Maybe I like breathing down your neck, it seems like it gets you annoyed.” I had a small grin on my face. We used to have this type of playful banter before that traumatic night, I sort of miss it.

He scoffed and I just knew he rolled his eyes because he was annoyed of me.

I took another look at his drawing, this time I’m able to see the almost finished product. It looked so familiar, he added so much detail that I felt like I knew what it was.

“What is it?” I pointed to his paper.

He closed his sketchbook harshly and dropping his pencil onto the table. He leaned on his elbows on the table, just sitting there in silence probably thinking of ways to kill me because I was annoying him.

I began to turn on my heel and silently walk towards the stairs that I came down from earlier.

“Why do you think that wasn’t Rowan?” he blurted out. His body in the chair is turned to me as I turned back on my heel to face him.

“Why don’t you believe Wednesday?” I questioned against him.

“I asked a question first.” he tilted his head, motioning for my to tell him my thoughts.

I walked closer to him, setting down the book onto the table as I leaned my hip on the edge. I made sure to keep a distance from him.

“I stopped him on his way to the car and I gave him a bundle of lavender. He said that I always knew it was his favorite. Everyone knows he’s deathly allergic to lavender.” I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff. “Now, why don’t you believe Wednesday?”

Xavier rubbed a hand over his face. “Isn’t it weird that on her first couple of days she was almost killed by Rowan, then witnessed Rowans ‘murder’ and was supposedly saved by the monster?”

I shrugged my shoulders, basically telling him in makes sense.

“It doesn't line up.” 

I rolled my eyes at him which I received a scrunched up face from him. “I think you’re in denial of his death. You’re making up excuses. Just admit that I’m right.”

He scoffed louder this time, his fingers combing back his hair. The veins in his arm were prominent and his hands were always so nice and pampered.

He went to stand up and slowly reached to grab his sketch book, but I was quick enough to get ahold of it before him.

“Give it.” his voice had a hint of playfulness behind it, but his face didn't show any sign of a smile or smirk.

“C’mon, just admit it.. and apologize to me.” I conjured a vine to hold his book against the wall with thick trailings of the plant tight around it.

“Are you serious? It’s late” he rubbed at his eyes as he held out his hand waiting for me to give him his book back.

“You just have to do two things, it’s not hard.” I had a small cocky smile on my face.

“Fine.” he rolled his eyes.

I was nice enough to loosen my vines from his book that was up against the wall. My vines bringing his book to my hands.

I cocked my eyebrow telling him to carry on and say what is needed to be said.

“Rowan is dead, and that wasn’t the real Rowan.” one of his hands stayed in a fist at his side, while the other still was holding out waiting for his book to be laid flat on his palm.

I hummed as I began to flip through his sketches.

“Dude!” he jumped out to me but I was quick to pull back, still looking through the hundreds of sketches.

“Wow, you’re really into this whole monster thing huh?” I had a sarcastic shocked face.

I moved my body over to the desk where he sat earlier, leaning my thighs against it. My eyes scanned through the pages, looking at how intricate the detailing was.

“Stop.” I jumped at me again, my body leaning back onto the table as his chest was close to mine. I clicked my tongue at his failed attempt. “Just give it.” he breathed out as he was still an inch away.

My eyes drifted to his eyes. Fuck. Those green eyes tortured me, and those lips. I really shouldn’t be feeling this type of way.

“I’ll give it if you answer a question.” I sent him a smirk.

One side of his lips tilted up, but he tried to hide it by dragging hand down his face.

“Fine.” he huffed out.

“Have you ever drawn me?” I tilted my head to the side as I watched him think through his answer. 

I can tell by the way his mouth opens and closes that he doesn't know if he should say. I already know the answer.

“Tick tock.” I bopped my head side to side.

“Yes.” he muttered out.

A smile formed on my face as his cheeks began to blush.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Can you say that again?” 

“Yes! Fuck, I’ve drawn you.” his hands frustratingly combed his hair back.

I flipped through his sketch book to find the page of a drawing of me. My eyes were drawn to be seductive, dark, and my lips more plump. On the other page is a drawing of me laying in bed but a chain dangling over my face. 

I looked up from the page to see the same dangling chain. I look further up and see Xaviers face red from embarrassment. 

“Look, you weren’t-” I nodded and closed the book, pushing it against his stomach telling him to grab it. 

His hand grabbed it the book but I didn't let go of the book, I pulled on the book and brought him close to me again. My brought my lips to his, dropping the book onto the table.

He pulled back from the kiss. “I thought you were weirded out.” He looked at me with wide confused eyes.

I dragged my hands up to the nape of his neck, my fingers lightly scratching his scalp.

“I like weird things.” I shrugged my shoulders and pulled him back down into a kiss.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling him into me and his fingers squeezing tightly. My hands gripping his hair as we breathed heavy and our tongues clashing.

Both of us moaning into each others mouth as he pulled himself between my legs, the many layers of clothing between us. 

We suddenly heard the heavy scratch of the statue moving and footsteps tapping against the stone. Xavier and I quickly separated from each other and stood apart as we waited to see who it was.

I quickly fixed my hair and clothes, and he did the same.

“Well hello Mister Thorpe and Miss l/n.” 

“Miss Weems.” we said in sync as we nodded to her.

“It is pretty late, so I suggest that the two of you get some rest.” the tall blonde stood with her arms ushering to the entrance as she stood in a silk grey robe and matching pajama pants.

“Will do Miss.” I sent her a smile as I grabbed the book that Wednesday needed as Xavier grabbed his sketchbook and pencils.

The two of us walked up the stairs with Weems following closely behind. 

“Goodnight you two.” Weems said quietly once we reached the hallway, she then made her way down the opposite way of our corridors.

“I still hate you.” I muttered to Xavier then turned my heel to the girls corridors.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Wednesday Would Include:

She would be both possessive over her loved one and obsessed with the relationship, but also a caring and protective type of yandere. She wouldn't hesitate to step in and intervene whenever it felt like her loved one's well-being was in danger, but she would also be quick to lash out at anyone that she perceived as a threat to your connection. She would be very territorial and jealous, and she would go to great lengths to make sure that you remained faithful and true to her. She would probably even isolate you from your friends and family if necessary in order to protect you.

She would be devastated if you tried to break up with her or leave in anyway. She would be broken inside, because she couldn't possibly let you go, especially after everything you both have been through and all the feelings we share. She would try and stop you, and if that doesn't work, she would just fall into depression and stop doing anything anymore.

If you were sick, she would love to take care of you, cook your favorite food, she would never want to leave your side, she would want to cuddle with you and sleep next to you in the same bed, she would be happy if you would put your arm around me and i would love to wear matching clothes and make you match her style just to show you truly are hers.

She would always be by your side, she feels like she should be your first priority, she would want to spend all of her time with you, she would be gentle and caring with you unless she has a bad day or she feels you've done something wrong.

She would do everything so you would notice only her, she would stay near you whenever she could, she would give you compliments every time she would have a chance, she would stalk you to see and understand things you like so she would be able to have something to connect with you

This relationship exists solely for her. Her needs and wants come first. She doesn’t care how much it affects someone else, as long as she and only she are happy. Her partner exists solely and solely for her needs and wants. You are to support her, cater to her, and make her happy, above all else. It’s a one way relationship, You cater and support her without anything in return. She is the controlling factor in the relationship and all you have to do is appease you.

Wednesday can be obsessive when it comes to her love, and she'll try to control her loved one's life so that it centers around her. She might not want her loved one to leave the house, or she may control what they do and who they interact with. She might do things like steal their keys, monitor their phone calls or emails, and monitor their social media activity. She might even go as far as stalking or threatening to harm their friends, family, or pets. Enid is capable of extreme and scary behavior when it comes to love.

She would kill anyone who would talk to you except of herself, or who would hug you except for herself, she would give you gifts every day, she would write "cute" detailed love letters in your locker, she would draw a portrait of you so she would carry it wherever she would go, she would stare at you while you sleep so she would protect you from any harm, she would be jealous of anything you would show your attention to.

She absolutely loves taking you with her as she solves mysteries, she loves doing any mystery-related activities, she would even go all her way just to be sure you would be safe and not getting hurt in any way, she would always stay close to you so nobody who is up to no good would dare to harm you, she would put a hidden tracker in your clothing that could send an sos message to her if help is needed, she would stay awake all night just to make sure her partner is safe so much so that not even the Hyde could get past her.

Her friends wouldn't be surprised at all, she always had a strange way of expressing her love to someone, they would even think her ways of showing affection would actually make her a good partner, but they would just see the surface, they won't know what actually happens behind closed doors, her family is weird, they wouldn't have any problems with her behavior, they would just think that you are two weirdos in love, or some would say a perfect match, but others might get a little weirded out by how she acts toward you.

if someone tried to get between her and her sweetie, they would have a very bad time, she wouldn't let them get in the way of her love and obession, she would make sure she gets her darling's full attention, she would do everything possible to keep anyone away, she would even scare or attack anyone if they wouldn't stop.

She wants to protect you from the horrors of the outside world. So much danger exists and it's hard to keep you safe, but she'd do anything to protect you. Her love for you is unconditional and she'll go to any length to make sure you're happy. She is completely devoted to you and will always put you first because you're her everything. You're all she cares about and she wants nothing more than to be with you forever.

If she had to punish her lover, she would withhold affection, and makes sure you know you are getting your “punishment”. It wouldn’t be physical, it would be more emotional, and she would make sure you understood it was for your actions, and not because she doesn’t love you.

Wednesday begins to lose her sanity, her mind slipping deeper and deeper into darkness. She becomes obsessed with you as more time passes by, unable to stop thinking about you. She would do anything to be with you, to make you happy, and to protect you from any danger. Her love for you becomes all-consuming, and she eventually loses herself in it. Her mind becomes twisted and warped, and she begins to see you in a new light. She grows increasingly possessive and controlling, willing to do anything to keep this new, perfect you with her - no matter how destructive her methods may be.

She's also a very jealous person. Whenever she sees her loved one with someone else, whether it’s just a friend or someone you like, it hurts her, it makes her feel bad, and in a yandere’s case, she could get violent. She does everything to make sure no one is with you except for her.

Physical touch is number 1, being clingy and always wanting to be around her beloved especially to get you used to her being around and doing what she wants, she's a big fan of stalking too, she loves it when she's able to know almost every minute detail of your life, and when she has that knowledge she loves the feeling of power, and the knowledge that she's the only one you have

Most people don't know that she actually really enjoys doing chores and housework, she gets a lot of enjoyment out of preparing meals and keeping things clean for you especially since it plays into the whole your hers thing more easily if you just let her take over and do things.

She is way more mentally unstable then people think, people really underestimate how obsessed she is with you and how far she's willing to go for you also, most people don't realize that there is no shame in her game, she has absolutely no limits to how far she will go to love her darling, she will do anything for you and she will never stop doing anything for you.

She'd definitely resort to verbal abuse as another way to keep you under her thumb, like yelling at you and telling you that you aren't good enough or that you should be "grateful" for being loved by her, as well as threatening your security, i.e. "You'll never find someone like me again" or "If you leave me you'll be alone forever" She would also take joy in the fact that you felt that it would be impossible to walk away from her and the relationship

She’s a pretty controlling person, and that need for control definitely makes its way into the bedroom. She loves pinning you down and ordering you around.

She’s constantly marking you with hickeys and bruises, usually around your hips and wrists. She likes it when you do the same, but she won’t admit it to you or anyone ever.

Secretly has a praise kink; she loves hearing you practically worship her like a goddess and definitely doesn’t mind returning the favor for you especially if you've been good for her.

She’s probably into some kind of light Bdsm, like spanking, hair pulling, bondage, maybe a little knife play if you wanna make things interesting.

She's a bit more of a sadistic Yandere and she takes pleasure not only in the fact that she's the only one you love but also the jealousy that can stem from that love, if she senses any jealousy from you in anyway, shape or form she's filled with joy.

[drkmgs]

You were my yes, but I was only your maybe

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: blood...

"You were my yes, but I was only your maybe."

Those words rang through Wednesday's head, after a big fight with you. This would be the first and last, Wednesday said to herself. The torture her heart was under is beyond her. It feels like someone stabbed it with a rainbow machete and pounded it with a glittered hammer.

Wednesday knew she lacked in being caring, sharing her emotions, and being affectionate. Even though you knew, you still chose her out of 8 billion people. You were patient with her and tried your best to understand her but you couldn't understand how easy was for her to just dismiss you after a boy named Tyler came into view.

You were mad. mad mad. You've never been mad at her. How could you be mad at Wednesday Addams? When she just speaks the truth and that is what hurt you. You asked her about Tyler, she told you everything, yes, everything, even the kiss.

How could she do that to you? She knew you were struggling at school without her, whilst she was here at Nevermore, 'getting along' with a boy named Tyler. You convinced your parents to send you to Nevermore to be just with her and upon your arrival, that's the first thing you had to find out.

Even Enid — Wednesday's roomie is furious with her, if she had known, that Wednesday had a partner she wouldn't have pushed her to meet Tyler or anyone, but it already happened.

You are officially broken and don't know what to do. You're new in this Academy, you don't know anyone, and the only person you know broke your heart. Instead of sulking, you went for a walk, to take a breather from all the drama.

You were so busy with your thoughts, it was too late when you realized you weren't on a walking path anymore, you were way into the woods and can bearly see the Academy. You jumped when you hear leaves break near you, but there was nobody. You're sure you're alone, but you can feel someone is watching you.

When you turned around, a monstrous beast was leaping at you with its claws slashing right at your stomach. You let out a bloody scream, before falling into unconsciousness.

Xavier: Help! I need help here!

Xavier screams when he arrived at Nevermore Academy with your body in his arms. All students gathered around you and some of them ran to get help or hide from the sickening sight.

Enid: Oh my god! Y/N!

When Enid screamed your name, the pigtailed girl rush to see what was happening. There she saw you on the ground with three big gashes on your stomach bleeding out. Your skin was as pale as hers. She could tell you already lost a lot of blood with this information she moves to take Xavier's side and removes her sweater to press it on your wounds.

You groan in pain as you felt her pressing down. Now Wednesday was glad that you were still making sounds and to confirm you weren't dead yet with the energy left in you, you hold her hand. Even though everything is blurry to you, you could tell she was crying. You smiled at her and shook your head.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! I swear if you die, I will kill you!

You're slowly drifting away again. Your hand is slowly losing its grip on Wednesday.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! Focus on me!

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it to get a response from you, but you couldn't do it back. You had no more energy in you. Even keeping your eyes open was getting difficult, not long enough you're gasping for air and coughing up blood.

Everyone around you is crying. When the ambulance came, they had difficulties removing Wednesday from you. She didn't want to let go of your hand. Principal Weems had to drag her away from you with the help of other Nevermore students, who were also crying.

Enid had to hug Wednesday, so she would stop shaking and reaching forward to you, as they put you in the ambulance.

Weeks passed and no one knows what happened to you. No one asked Wednesday, it's more likely nobody had the guts to ask her. You can't blame them, ever since that happened Wednesday was out for herself. She would mindlessly go through her day, like an automatic corpse.

Now is a great example, she's sitting at the quad, mindlessly staring at her food. While the others are engaging in conversations. All of them were silenced when someone walked through the quad.

:I think this is yours.

A freshly washed sweater was placed in front of Wednesday's food tray. She slowly looked up, it was like magic, when her gloomy pale face, lit up with light color, giving her face a much more alive look.

Wednesday: Y/N.

That was all Wednesday could say and went straight up hugging you.

Y/N: I have missed you too.

You whispered hugging her back with a smile.

[igotanidea]

Bubble : Ajax Petropolus x reader

request by anon: Hey, could I request an Ajax Petropolus X reader fic? Where the reader gets injured in the ending battle against Crackstone and Ajax finds her and comforts her. And helps look after her while she is injured. Pure fluff <3

so yes, pure fluff. It's a bit short but I hope you'll like it.

"Where's Wednesday?" Enid was scared, covered with blood and looking around frantically in search of her roomate turned best friend.

"And where's Y/N?" Ajax was also begining to slightly panic, realising that not only young Adams, but also his girlfriend was gone "Has anyone see them?"

"Look!" one of the other students pointed his finger towards the gate of the school, where four silhouettes was emerging from the shadows. Wednesday Addams, proudly pacing in the middle, Bianca on her right side and Eugene on the left.

For a second everyone went completely silent and still. Well, everyone except the blonde werewolf, who, upon seeing her dark counterpart started running towards Wednesday, hugging her tightly.  At first Addams tried to move away but when she saw Enid’s tearful and relieved expression pulled her in again

“Guess miracles happen” Y/N smirked from behind and at the sound of her voice Ajax’s eyes went wide “Wednesday Addams becoming a hugger in front of everyone”

“I;m gonna let that comment pass just because you just helped me safe the school.” Wednesday muttered with her cold stare. There was however a bit of sparkle in her eyes.  

“And yourself too, Addams, don’t forget that”

“Y/N” Ajax interrupted girls’ bantering, finally gathering his girlfriend attention

“Ajax….” She whispered and tears immediately sprung to her eyes as now she started running towards him, longing for his calming embrace, his warmth and safety she always felt in his arms. The boy knew exactly what to do when he grabbed her tightly allowing the girl to hide face in his chest letting the tears flow freely.

“Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok” he caressed her hair in lovingly manner, whispering in her ear “it’s over, you’re safe.”

“It was so scary, Jax” she whimpered

“I know. My brave girl, you did so well.” Ajax pressed a little kiss on her temple, slightly pulling away to look into her eyes “I thought I lost you….”

“You could never…..” she started speaking but all of a sudden her vision became a bit blurry.

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

“I….. I …… I feel a bit dizzy….”

“You need rest, all right? Let me just…..” he moved his arm towards her waist to support her and prevent from falling but as he did, he felt something warm and thick on girl’s side “Y/N! You’re bleeding” great, now he was freaking out again. Not much of a help.

“Calm down, stoner” Wednesday stepped in, clearly being the only one who could remedy the situation “we need to get her to the school hospital, like now. You’re attitude only makes everything worse. Enid?” the female werewolf was no better than the gorgon, pacing around nervously as her other friend was losing more and more blood every second “Enid!”

“Oh fine, alright, you’re right. Let’s get her patched up. Should we lift her, or…..?”

“I’ll do it” Ajax had to put his best effort into lifting Y/N up but didn’t show a single sign of it. She was hurt. He was there to make sure everything will be fine, not leaving her out of his sight for a single second.

***

A few hours later, Y/N found herself waking up in white room. How cliché, that even in the school for the outcast the hospital was still stigmatized with this particular color. The light was too bright, the rare sounds were too loud, her head were killing her and her abdomen felt stretched and like it was on fire. It took a couple of minutes to remember the memories from before. Crackstone, Wednesday, Eugene, the battle for school. Oh, and the Hyde. And the fact that the only normie teacher turned out to be the monster’s master. Just typical day at Nevermore. She groaned a bit since her body seemed to object even the smallest movement and that sound woke up the boy napping in the nearby chair. Judging by the position and the face expression it must have been uncomfortable and numbing. Ajax however did not seem to care as he rushed towards Y/N bed.

“Y/N. You’re awake.”

“I am, mister obvious” she smiled cupping his cheek lightly “and you have print on your face. Were you here the whole time?”

“I was worried. Sick worried about you.”

“How long did you stay?”

“All night sweetie” one of the nurses came into the room making the teenagers jump away with flustered expression “hey, don’t mind me, kids, I’m just gonna check your vision…. Follow the flashlight, dear, please… ok, seems fine …. And I’m out. You can continue your talking lovebird” she winked making Ajax turn red in an instant “let me just tell you something, my lovely girl. This boy refused to swap places by your side with everyone who offered. He really must be into you. If I were you I would keep him….” She grinned one again and exited the room.

Y/N followed her out and after making sure the woman was not coming back (at least for a while) she eyed the boy.

“Ajax.” He was still looking at the ground, not capable of meeting girl’s eyes “Hey, Ajax, look at me. Please.”

How could he ever refuse her pleading tone, her sweet voice and those beautiful eyes. The second their gazes meet he exposed everything he felt during that last hours. Fear. Anger. Hope. Love.

“You refused Wednesday?” Y/N asked

“What?”

“I bet she was the one who wanted to watch me while I was sleeping. Such creepy behavior is in-character. So, did you tell her no. “

“I did.”

“My hero” she smiled “must have taken a lot of courage.”

“A bit” he smiled sheepishly and turned the gaze away once more “wait. Did you just call me a creep?”

“What? Me? No way? Never.” She answered innocently. “at least I don’t think so.”’

“I missed you.” the gorgon cut her train of though

“Missed me? Ajax, from what I can tell I was just a couple meters away from you…..”

“I don’t mean it like that and you know it well enough. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You say that now. But you’re always the one who jumped into danger without thinking if anyone you care about is threatened. I love you for that, but…. But…..”

“But what?” she grabbed his hands in her squiring them tightly “come on, Jax, tell me.”

“It’s my job to protect you. Not the other way round. I should have been there and ….”

“No.” Y/N shook her head and the sudden movement made her hiss in pain. “I’m fine” she assured Ajax whose face was crossed with worried expression. “And it’s not about your job or my job. We, I mean, the whole school were one in that fight. And what I find most important is that you were there for me. You know why I decided to fight Crackstone alongside Wednesday?”

“Because she’s your friend?”

“Yes, silly, but also because of you.”

“Wait, what? I don’t understand” he frowned and the girl laughed at his confused and deeply focused face.

“stop squinching! Let me put it that way, I was fighting because I knew what was on the line. Not only Addams, not just Nevermore, not my life, but also yours. You do realize I love you more than anything, right?”

“I love you too and that’s why I think….”

“Shhh” Y/N silenced him by putting a finger on his lips ”you think way too much, Jax.”

“ Well then maybe I should stop…..” he leaned closed, resting his forehead on hers

“Mhm…. Maybe you should “ she whispered mimicking his movement, their lips now inches away from each other’s.

“So…. Can I…..?”

“Oh, shut up and just kiss me already.” And with such incentive he finally closed the distance crushing  his lips on hers. Simple movement, filled with so much passion and emotion that for the second time in less than 24 hours Y/N felt dizzy. But this time it was the good kind. Full of love, hope and every positive emotion Wednesday Addams would scoff. Neither Ajax nor Y/N would ever care about it though. Their little bubble was all they needed.  

masterlist

[ellievickstar]

Only You (Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader)

A/N: I drafted this whole thing in English class. In my notebook. On the spot. I was like: Oh this is cool and I started writing the basic details so this is a more defined version of what I wrote in that notebook. I think this was a super cool idea and definitely one of my better ones. 

Summary: The Addams twins are the newest addition to Nevermore Academy, a school for outcast. Y/N Addams soon learns that nothing is as it seems. 

Inspiration: I didn’t have one this time. 

Request: Not requested, unless I count my brain.

Parts: Part 2 /…

Warnings: Near-death, music-loving reader, thoughts of torture, mentions of pain, magic, mystical creatures. 

(Not my gif) 

~*~*~*~*~

As Wednesday’s twin sister you were supposed to keep her out of trouble. Despite that, you had to admit that you were almost as bad at Wednesday. You were different where you preferred archery to fencing and you preferred music to writing. Socialising was also something that you could do if need be while Wednesday liked to do things with you or on her own. 

This time, however, it was definitely your idea to put piranhas in the pool. It wouldn’t be your first time getting expelled but the disappointment in your Mother’s eyes were palpable. You focused your gaze on the principal as she began to speak. 

“Well, we don’t usually accept students mid-term, but given that they both have perfect grades, I managed to convince the school board to give you both a shot,” She smiled but it slowly faded as you and Wednesday stared at her with no reaction. She soon led us to the dormitories where me and Wednesday would be sharing a room with someone else. Usually, it was two girls to a room, however, it was requested that the two off you share a room with someone else, just to keep an eye on both of you at the same time. 

The girl was Enid, and she was interesting, to say the least. Trying to hug the both of you, and rainbow every where. You scoffed at the thought as you stepped out from the bathroom after changing into your black school uniform, another thing that had been specially requested. 

“Eek you look so cute,” She said as she looked up and down, she leaned forward for a hug but you stepped out of her reach. “I’m sorry, Wednesday and I aren’t that used to touching others,” you apologised and she nodded with understanding. Once Wednesday stepped out, Enid begun to show the both of you around. 

It was all quite pleasant, until an ignorant boy named Ajax came your way. 

“Enid, you’d never guess what I heard about your roommates, they said that she eats the people that she kills,” Enid tried to smile awkwardly before side-stepping to show you and Wednesday behind her. You frowned as Wednesday gave a clipped answer about how she fed the body parts to your pet spiders. The boy paled and quickly walked away, coward. 

~*~*~*~*~

You and Wednesday finally finished the tour and began to walk together to the front of the school to bid your family goodbye. Without turning your head, you spoke to your sister, “What do you think?” Her scowl deepened, clearly unhappy with the question. That’s when you heard it. 

I think I better start plotting our escape. You stopped, as you gaped at your sisters unopened mouth. “Did you say anything?” You asked, convinced that you were going insane. “No, did it happen again?” She asked, as she paused and turned to you. You nodded before readjusting your posture and continuing down the hall with your sister. 

You had been plagued by these voices, other peoples thoughts, you realised. You didn’t know how, but you could hear certain thoughts of people. It came randomly and you couldn’t control it. When you told your sister she had confessed that she too, had been confronted with visions. Different, yet they both started to occur a few months ago.

Soon, you were in front of your mother as she smiled sweetly at you and Wednesday. “I hope you will find to love Nevermore, as I did,” She sighed as she looked at teh school with so much nostalgia it made you sick. “I will never be like you, mother,” Wednesday said, “I will never grow up, find love, or have a family,” Mother sighed at Wednesday’s harsh words. Though I agreed with Wednesday, she could have been gentler with her words. 

“I was told that girls your age say harsh things and that I shouldn’t take it to heart,” Mother swallowed. You shot her an apologetic look. That’s when she bent down and whispered, “If you try running away, I have already told all family members to call me the second you show up on their doorstep, don’t test me, the both of you,” You blinked once without any indication of a reaction, “You are cruel mother,” You said. And she smiled, turning to leave. 

It soon began to rain and your lips twitched a little. What wonderful weather to go with your less then pleasant day. Wednesday nodded to you as she left for fencing and you nodded back as you turned to leave for the music room. 

While Wednesday played the cello, you played violin from a young age. You dreamed to be as good and make music as well known in the future as Niccolò Paganini’s caprice 24, or his La Campanella.  You grabbed your violin which you had left on the floor before tuning and playing your favourite pieces. 

When you had finished Beethoven’s Spring Sonata, movement 4, you heard slow clapping from the door. You turned to see the school’s artist, Xavier. You remembered him from his grandmother’s funeral a few years back when he had somehow gotten himself stuck in her casket and was nearly burnt alive. Wednesday thought it would have been funny, however, you slammed the button at hot prevented the casket from being any nearer to the incinerator. 

Last you recalled, Xavier had been in your debt ever since. 

“You’ve grown a lot taller since we last met,” You pointed out as you bent to keep your violin. He chuckled and the sound made your heart flutter. Strange. Maybe you should go visit the nurse later to see if something was perhaps wrong. He began to talk but you tuned him out as you walked towards Wednesday’s fencing class.

It was only when you saw your sister swiftly exiting her class did you finally pay attention to you surroundings. You walked towards her before you heard crumbling above you and saw a stone gargoyle tumbling towards you, broken off from the roof. 

At least you’d have an imaginative death, you thought before you closed your eyes, the last thing you remember was being pushed and you name being called as you gave into the darkness. 

~*~*~*~*~

Your eyes flung open and you sat up instantaneously, scanning your surroundings. You’re sister sat on your left as she placed a hand on yours, showing that she was here for you. You looked to your right and saw Xavier, gaping at the small amount of physical contact given by my sister. 

You glared at him and he quickly shut his mouth. You looked back at my sister as I asked her what happened. 

“I was exiting the fencing class feeling self-pity when I saw you walking towards me and noticed that a gorgon was going to fall onto you, that’s when Xavier pushed you out of the way,” You looked at Xavier and back at my sister. “Please tell him that if he’s looking for some kind of damsel to fall for his heroic acts, then he’s saved the wrong person,” You deadpanned. Wednesday nodded and stared at Xavier, awaiting for his response. He just rolled his eyes as he mumbled about how someone usually just said ‘thank you’. 

You ignored him as you were helped up by your sister, you shifted you head slightly, showing your thanks, she blinked back her answer. You both exited but you paused a few steps from the door, poking back, you could have sworn that you heard that familiar tapping of fingers. 

You turned to your sister and saw her doing the same as she eyed the same spot you were just looking at. She glanced at you and you shrugged before following your sister back to Ophelia hall where you would be making some adjustments to your room. 

~*~*~*~*~

The rest of your day was interesting, to summarise, Enid and Wednesday argued like dogs and cats, Ms Thornhill interrupted and gifted you and Wednesday flowers, the you found Xavier again, spoke to each other — though it seemed that something was on his mind — before he rushed off and you returned to your room. 

Your sister was typing away at her type writer when you entered, the sound of ruffling sheets caught you attention, and Wednesday instantly stopped typing. You lifted the sheets of your own bed to see thing. You glared the hand and grabbed it while it seemed to shriek and try and grab the mattress. 

“You have two options,” You threatened, passing the hand to your sister while she opened a drawer. She calmly, slowly began to lower the hand as she continued your sentence, “We can lock you in this drawer for the rest of the year, you will try and crawl your way out as you are driven crazy, your nails slowly becoming bloody and battered at your failed attempts,” She blinked once at you and you smiled, thee smile was small like and adders as you approached like a wolf surveying it’s prey. “Or, you can pledge your undying loyalty to us and help us escape,” Thing frantically nodded. Wednesday closed the drawer and set thing down on the table, and so he began to pledge his loyalty. 

“Now,” You started again as you let your smile drop, “How an we escape this hell?” And for a second, you could have sworn that your sister’s lips twitched up in answer. 

~*~*~*~*~

You decided to go for a walk around the school campus, that was when you spotted a rundown shed. You entered slowly before you realised that Xavier was inside, painting… 

“What is that,” You asked as he jumped slightly at the sound of your voice. You approached the canvas gingerly. He looked back at you and to the canvas as he sighed. “I don’t know,” He admitted, “I get these visions, every night of his monster, and it’s s overwhelming, so I just…paint,” He gestured to the large canvas where the monster was staring menacingly, it’s large mouth was open, showing it’s menacing fangs. 

That’s when disaster struck. 

The second he waved his hand, the monster came alive as it reached out and scratched Xavier’s neck. You stepped back, shocked that Xavier would let the monster come to life. “I thought you had control of your power,” You said as you rushed to get a clean cloth near-by. He pointed to a medical kit he kept by a bed. You grabbed some bandages and cleaning solutions to clean the fresh wounds. You stood in front of him and peered up at his neck, that was when you realised he was too tall. 

“Sit down,” You ordered. He chuckled as you grabbed a stool for him to sit down. “You’re short,” “No you’re just tall, who the hell is 6 feet these days,” You snapped back. Since you were feeling annoyed, you didn’t warn him before pressing the alcohol covered cloth to the cut. He hissed and bit his cheek as he clutched the edge of the stool. A snort slipped out as you continued to clean the cut. 

“Was that a laugh, Ms Addams?” He tried to look back but you slapped the back of his head, making him laugh, again. “Tell anyone and they wouldn’t believe you, and I will bury you alive,” You threatened. 

And that’s how you spent the rest of the night, laughing and making jokes with Xavier. Well, he made jokes and you laughed, but only a little. 

~*~*~*~*~

A/N: They are SO CUTE!!!! What do you think? I think I’m in love. This is only the first part, but I plan to recreate the whole series with YN Addams inside. I think it would be a fun way to practice my writing and get a better understanding of every character before season 2. 

Tag list: @poppet05​ @cityofidek​ @write-from-the-heart​ (If you want to be tagged please specify if it is for all Xavier fics or just this series) 

[weissaddams]

Date With Death

Chapter 7

The next few hours were a blur of photos, hugs and threats. 

Wednesday hadn’t thought much of her outfit. She’d always favored black and white, after all, it would make sense that she wore those same colors on her last day on the planet. Her fondness for blue made itself known after a few years of knowing a certain blonde wolf.

Bianca and Yoko, however, thought it was very convenient that she was dressed like a groom. Though grooms normally wore vests and coats, Wednesday needed none of that to clean up well, as Yoko so graciously put it. It certainly didn’t hurt that she chose to wear her hair the same way she did at their first Rave’N at Nevermore.

Which was why the three scheming girls all but pushed the raven and the werewolf together for some much needed bestie photos, as Yoko liked to call them. 

With bridesmaids. Without bridesmaids. Just the two of Enid and Wednesday.

Just Enid. Just Wednesday. Just Wednesday with either Yoko, Divina or Bianca.

Just Enid with all three girls. Just Enid with her bouquet. Just Wednesday with the bouquet looking confused as hell as to why she had to pose with a bundle of flowers that were certainly not hers.

Just Wednesday and Enid. Standing together.

Looking like they were getting married.

It certainly wasn’t how the raven thought her last hours would go, but she supposes there were worse ways to go.

Yoko and Enid were having the time of their lives doing odd poses for the photographer when Bianca silently asked her for a word in private.

They’d walked to the adjacent terrace, just far enough not to be heard if they talked quietly, and near enough to watch their friends continue to have fun.

“I take it you’ve talked to Ajax.”

“Yes, we had a very illuminating conversation.”

“And you’re happy with letting Enid go? Without a fight?”

Without a fight? Was that how things looked? Wednesday cowering from a fight for the love of her life when she was so bravely standing here right now, appreciating her last moments of life with the people she had come to care about? 

“It may not seem that way at times, but I will fight for Enid until my dying breath, and I will never obligate her to do the same for me. Happiness is not a requirement.”

Bianca always thought it was amusing how Enid thought she was hard to love and Wednesday loved her like it was as easy as breathing. 

Wednesday loved Enid, despite everything and everyone that surrounded her. Even now, the siren could practically see Wednesday's heart on her sleeve as she fondly watched Enid make silly faces with Yoko for the photographer to capture.

“And if she wants to fight for you?”

“I am not worth fighting for.”

“Enid would kill you for saying that.”

Wednesday chuckled darkly. Enid certainly would kill her for saying that. After today, she’s sure Enid would love to kill her for many other things. Too bad she wouldn't get to experience those glorious claws.

“I am sure Enid will live a long and happy life with her beloved husband-to-be. I have been a witness to that love, after all.”

“She loves you, you insufferable ass.”

“She also deserves more than I can give her, Bianca. A loving husband, children. A happy and colorful life that is out of my reach.”

Bianca had never seen Wednesday look so defeated and yet so resolute. The Wednesday who would bend over backwards to make Enid smile. The Wednesday who would throw the wedding of the fucking century if Enid asked her to even if she hated anything that involved people. 

The siren couldn’t understand how the Wednesday standing before her now and the Wednesday she knew all those years ago were one and the same. Defeated but calm? Something was up, and the raven was not going to budge about it.

“I swear to gods if you yell out I object later when the officiator asks because you finally realized you want to fight for her, I’m going to fucking stab you.”

“If I don’t, may I stab you?”

Bianca groaned. She could not believe this girl had the audacity to smirk at her after asking that. Of course she would take a threat as a goddamn challenge. Classic Wednesday Addams. 

They were dragged back into the room by Enid and Yoko shortly after their conversation.

It was time for the bridesmaids-only photoshoot when Enid pulled Wednesday over to the couch.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

Wednesday wordlessly hands it to Enid, noticing the smile that graces the bride’s lips when she sees that her selfie was still Wednesday’s lock screen display. It was a selfie Enid took as she sat beside Wednesday who was discussing a classical piece with her.

“You’ve had this lock screen for a while, I think it’s time we change it.”

“Oh?”

Enid shuffles closer to the seer and places a hand on her shoulder, as best as her dress would allow, anyway. She holds her hand out to frame them and just before she clicks the shutter, she gives Wednesday a kiss on the cheek, capturing the raven’s reaction perfectly.

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Date With Death master post

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PSA: I changed Wednesday’s outfit in Chapter 1 to look more like a groom outfit. I added the link below if you wanna see. I’m sure your mind will show you the rest of the outfit once you click the link.

Neckerchief

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How are we feeling? Are you guys liking the slow pace so far?

While you’re here, do give me Wenclair fic recommendations or even Bumbleby or Whiterose fics. Would love to read them.

I mostly started writing this so I could read it? Lol yeah I love angst. That said, I really love it when you guys reply or comment on my writing so please do!

Will probably make an AO3 account once I finish everything on Tumblr.

[australianb1tch]

weird but fucking beautiful || kent fisher x gn reader

a/n - im a very shitty writer so this is probably gonna be very bad but wtv. also this is not proofread at all, so I'm very sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. depending on how motivated I am, I might make this a mini series based on taylor swift songs because why the heck not

summary - you went to the rave'n and fall in love with kent in a cataclysmic fated moment, almost like seeing snow on the beach

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Oh how you so hated crowds. The noise, the anxiety, everything made it so unbearable. Being in crowds just left you feeling overwhelmed. In classes you only focused on the teacher and work and not to anyone else. You couldn't even name on person apart from your teachers. When you weren't in classes, you spent most of your free time in your dorm studying or occupying with your new interest of the week.

Not many people had talked to you, Enid and Wednesday being the first and only people your age to make a conversation with you. She was the reason you were now standing outside hawte kewture with Wednesday complaining about the Rave’n and how she’d rather not buy a dress to something she doesn’t want to attend. Wednesday left the two of you standing outside before Enid dragged you by your arm inside the shop.

You browsed the store for what felt like hours, not finding anything that was your style, let alone white. Enid had picked about 5 dresses and was trying them on, showing you how they looked and asking your opinion on them. “Y/n, what do you think about this one?”

“It’s cute but it doesn’t seem like you. You need something pink.”

“YES!”

Enid ran over to the closest clothing rack and pulled a pink, fluffy dress off of it, running back to the changing room. She squealed loudly "I think this is the one!" Enid walked out and did a quick spin showing me the back of the dress. A wide smile was painted across her face. "We need to get you a dress now, come on!" 

You got tugged again but to a new part of the shop you hadn't seen before. Displayed in front of you was a bunch of dresses, suits, shirts and skirts, most of them being something you'd actually wear. Your face lit up at the sight of it and Enid grabbed many items of clothing for you to try on. Each time you changed, Enid asked to see what it looked like, your smile growing with each outfit. After 15 minutes, you picked the outfit along with a pair of shoes and jewellery. The two of you walked out the shop, happy after that successful shopping trip, going back to Nevermore and your seperate dorms.

The day of the Rave'n Enid came over to your dorm so you two could prepare for the upcoming night. Makeup was done, nails were painted, hair was finished and finally came the time to put on your outfit. Enid got changed first and was gleaming when she got out of the bathroom. "Quick, get changed! I want to see how you look!"

 You got changed without ruining your hair, makeup or clothes and slowly opened the door. Enid was bouncing, the suspense killing her. When the door opened she jumped off the bed and gave you a tight hug, showering you with compliments. 

"Come on, let's go, we're gonna be late!" You laughed as you ushered her out of the dorm.

You and Enid walked out into the quad when Lucas came rushing over. "Hey, how are you guys?"

"We're good," She answered for the both of us. "Let's go in now, shall we?"  We were greeted by Miss Thornhill at the entrance, then Principal Weems once we got inside. Fake fog started tying around our ankles, and blue lights were shining upon us. "I'm going to get drinks for us, I'll be right back," You said. Enid came over to help you with the drinks and while handing a drink to Lucas, spilled the yetitini all over his pants. You cringed and slowly walked away finding Wednesday standing near the door with Tyler. You walked over to her, and took her from Tyler as she seemed very tense.

"Since when did you want to come to the Rave'n? You literally complained for the past week about it?" You asked with a quizzical look on your face

"Thing dropped a note in the tip jar at the Weathervane."

You slowly nodded as you ushered yourself to the dance floor going to find Enid and Lucas when the room suddenly darkened. In your attempt to find them, your hand brushed against someone else's. The lights turned up as you were about to say sorry but you locked eyes with the most gorgeous guy you've ever laid eyes on. Blue eyes twinkling, long hair slicked back, his pink lips blurring out your periphery. He seemed to shimmer in the blue light. Time seemed to stop around you guys. You realised what was happening in that moment.His eyes widened like flying saucers from another planet. He felt the same way, but it didn't feel real, it felt like a dream. This cataclysmic feeling washed over you, and you felt almost as if you saw snow at the beach, it was weird and rare, but it was fucking beautiful. You wanted to speak but you were terrified to jinx it. You were pulled away by Enid as she saw you were in haze.

"Hey y/n, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I feel amazing.."

[stars-and-birds]

Here it is, the Wenclair fic i promised

a few notes: takes place before the rave’n dance. It’s also by me so it’ll probably be cringe. Enjoy :3

Wednesday groaned miserably as she threw her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the horrible noise coming from the other half of her shared room that was making her want to claw her ears out. It was her roommate. Enid Sinclair. Ugh. God, what was it about Enid Sinclair?  Ever since she had begun to attend Nevermore, Wednesday wasn’t sure how to feel about her. There was something about her that intrigued Wednesday. Which was… strange. Usually with people like her roommate, Wednesday could never feel anything but disgust and the increasing urge to kill someone. And yet Enid Sinclair seemed to be different. Enid Sinclair with her stupid grin, bright like a thousand suns. Enid Sinclair who was always trying to hug her like she was her favorite person in the world. Wednesday hated hugging. It was a stupid, useless sentiment reserved for disgusting demonstrations of affection for people like her parents. But there was something different about the way Enid Sinclair hugged her, something about Enid herself that sometimes made Wednesday feel… odd. Like an explosion in her chest when the other girl grinned, like a beast waiting to be unleashed if somebody hurt her. But that feeling, and any other positive sentiments for her roommate, were lost at the moment. The only thing she felt was familiar annoyance. Enid Sinclar was playing that dreadful racket that she called music, and it was distracting Wednesday during her writing time. Again. She turned around, glaring at Enid with a look that could wither flowers (it had, actually, in the past). With her oversized blue and pink sweater, the other girl looked like cotton candy. Disgusting. Enid was jumping and waving her arms around like some sort of madman (not the fun kind), grinning that stupid grin of hers and shaking her head up and down aggressively.  Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

“What. Are you doing.”

The screeching cacophony came to a halt as Enid glanced over to where Wednesday was seated in front of her typewriter, posture straight as a ruler and her permanent frown etched deeper than usual. 

“I’m dancing. Duh.” She paused, thinking for a second. “You know what that is, right?” 

Wednesday wrinkled her nose. 

“I know what dancing is. I also know that whatever you are doing—” she waved her hand aimlessly at Enid— “Is not dancing.”

Enid rolled her eyes. “Of course it is. Haven’t you ever been on TikTok?” She glanced at Wednesday for only a moment. “Nevermind. Obviously not.” She said, turning away from Wednesday and resuming the infernal rattle screaming from her computer. Wednesday rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted sigh, giving up and attempting to return to her novel. She was trying to focus on the particularly morbid part she had come to, describing an unfortunate death by a slow and deadly poison eating a young woman out from the inside. But it was hard to visualize the details of a gorey and painful demise with Enid’s side of the room practically screaming rainbows from behind her, emphasized by the high pitched voices and accompanied with the other girl’s exaggerated movements. After a mere five painful minutes Wednesday couldn’t stand it. She rose to her feet and stalked over to Enid, stopping at the line that separated Enid’s pastel infested side of the room from Wednesday’s own drab black and gray one. As Enid whirled around in a particularly emphasized spin, her orange and pink skirt twirling like an umbrella, Wednesday caught Enid’s arm in her hand, bringing the other girl to a halt in front of Wednesday.

“If you are going to dance to that terrible commotion,” she said through gritted teeth, pulling the other girl close that they were eye to eye, “at least dance properly.” Enid blinked, processing the situation, then let out an incompressible string of high pitched noises that reminded Wednesday of a small dog. They were very close, Wednesday realized. Close enough that Wednesday could see Enid’s flushed cheeks and glossed lips, scented like strawberries. Close enough for Wednesday to lean in and…

Snap out of it, Addams. 

So close, yet an impossible infinity away.

Wednesday drew her eyes away from Enid’s noticeably red face, trying to focus. She placed a hand on Enid’s waist, and intertwined the other with Enid’s own, the scratchy wool of the other girl’s sweater brushing against Wednesday’s skin. Enid's hands were warm and soft, opposite to her own cold ones. 

“What… what are you doing?” Enid asked. Her voice was trembling. Wednesday ignored it. She was more than used to people being afraid of her.In fact, she often enjoyed it. So why was this different? Why did being so close to the amalgam of color and enthusiasm that was Enid Sinclair make her feel like ants were crawling in her stomach? She hated this feeling. It made her feel weak and soft. And Wednesday never felt weak. Even less so soft. And if she did become soft, what did that say about her? What would be revealed under her seemingly impenetrable cold shell? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

“I’m teaching you to dance.” Wednesday said, trying to keep her voice cool. “Correctly.” She said, emphasizing the word with a pointed look. She steadily stepped to the side as a slower but still obnoxiously loud K-pop song began on Enid’s computer. They rocked awkwardly together, shifting to the side and then back again. Enid stumbled a bit, but after a few steps she began to get the hang of it. Wednesday stared determinedly at Enid’s eyes, which seemed to be avoiding her own, almost scared to look up. They swayed in silence. There was something oddly beautiful about it, about them. Suspended in a moment of time for them to share, their true selves revealed with no words spoken. Nothing to hide between them, all unspoken secrets kept. A harmony for the two of them, feelings and complications lost around them to pure stillness. Calm. And there was something about Enid’s eyes. After a while, Wednesday started noticing things about them. Not obnoxiously bright blue like her personality, but a color that held sadness and secrets in its depths. Had they always been like that? The color of clouds on a rainy day, right before the sun comes out. Or the color of someone choking to death. Admittedly… Beautiful. Wednesday didn’t consider a lot of things in this godforsaken world even pretty, and they were all things the average person would find oddly bleak and depressing. Yet Enid was anything but bleak and depressing. She was a bundle of happiness. She was bright, glowing even. There was something about that that scared Wednesday. Scared her, but admittedly compelled her as well. Yet she refused to acknowledge or even be shaken out of her demeanor that she knew so well into the unfamiliar territory of feelings by this glowing bundle of happiness. She was Wednesday Addams. She could stare down a bear and dig a grave with her eyes closed. So when the song ended, she let go of Enid’s waist and hand. Maybe a little too quickly. She turned away, refusing to show any sign of weakness, anything that would give away anything, any feeling other than calm and cool in her face they both knew so well. The two of them stood there in still silence, the tension drawn taught. A single touch could make it snap, unraveling the careful balance between feelings and everything else.

“Boy I, boy, I boy I know, I know you got the feels…”

Wednesday was shocked out of her trance, and a sharp gasp behind her told her Enid had been too. And the balance broke, and they returned to pretending that nothing happened, nothing was between them. Their moment out of time was over.

“Now then,” Wednesday said coldly. Don’t show her emotion. Don’t show her you care. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to return to my work.” 

There was no response from Enid, but a second later she could hear the computer shut off, and the music along with it. Wednesday began to click away again, but her thoughts strayed far from the page. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she couldn’t tear her mind away from Enid Sinclair? Enid Sinclair grinning at her like an idiot, Enid Sinclair’s eyes shining beautifully like a freshly sharpened knife, Enid Sinclair… Goddammit. What had Enid Sinclair done to her?

[morgana-larkin]

After a bit of time, here’s ‘Cool Your Fire Part 7’. There is smut in the part so you’ve been warned! If you wish to be on my Christina Ricci taglist (as I also write for Misty), then let me know. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Cool Your Fire - Part 7

Warnings: a bit of possessive Marilyn, smut

Words: 4.35k

The next day you’re getting ready for school. You, Wednesday and Enid are all quietly getting ready, which is unusual as you and Enid usually start a conversation.

“Enid.” You say after you finish brushing your hair and she turns around to look at you. “I’m really scared.” You tell her and she comes over to hug you. “I tried not to let it get to me but knowing I could get killed at any moment, it’s really scary.” You say and she doesn’t stop hugging you until you pull back.

“Why don’t we have a movie night tonight? We could watch whatever movie you want. I could invite Yoko and Divina. Have a girls night. What do you say?” She says, trying to cheer you up.

“Ok.” You say and she smiles at you.

“Ok, perfect. Let’s go have some breakfast and I’ll invite them over when we’re eating.” She tells you and pulls you out of the room.

“Hey girls.” Marilyn says as she was making her way to breakfast as well.

“Hi Ms. Thornhill.” Enid says cheerfully and Marilyn looks at you and frowns.

“Y/n, are you ok?” She asks you.

“She’s a little scared, so I thought a girls night tonight would be fun. An actual girls night this time.” Enid tells her and Marilyn smiles at her.

“That’s a wonderful idea! I hope you have fun tonight.” She tells you both.

“Any plans tonight?” Enid asks her as you three start walking to the caf.

“I’m going to Jericho tonight, I’m going to tell John that nothing is going to happen between us.” She says and you look at her. “While he’s lovely and kind, I’m more interested in someone else.” She says and looks at you with a smile. The three of you get food and then go to the quad to eat before classes start.

“Hey Yoko, Divina, want to join me and Y/n for a movie night tonight?” Enid asks them and they smile at the invitation.

“Would be thrilled too.” Yoko says.

“Sounds like fun.” Divina says. “What movie?”

“I’m letting Y/n choose tonight.” Enid says and they all look at you.

“How about Hotel Transylvania?” You suggest, knowing they’ll groan at the suggestion, and they did not disappoint.

“That movie represents everything wrong with vampires.” Yoko says while pointing her finger at you.

“Relax, little vampire.” You say playfully. “What about Harley Quinn?” You suggest and Divina smirks.

“We all know you have a thing for Poison Ivy, it’s no secret you have a thing for redheads.” Divina says as they all continue eating. Beside you, Marilyn is blushing a little bit, and puts a hand on your thigh.

“So Ms. Thornhill, any plans for tonight?” Yoko asks her and they all turn to look at her.

“You guys remember John? My date to the dance?” She asks and they all nod. “Well I’m ending things with him tonight.” She tells them all and Yoko lets out a big sigh.

“Thank. God.” She says and you all turn to look at her. “He wasn’t right for you Ms. Thornhill. And while he was clearly interested in you, I could tell you weren’t interested in him at all.” She says and Divina nods her head in agreement.

“You seem to be opinionated this morning, Yoko.” You tease her and she sticks her tongue out at you.

“You’re right Yoko. I was never interested in him.” Marilyn tells them.

“Then why did you bring him to the dance?” Divina asks.

“I guess because I wanted a date. I’ve never dated anyone before.” She says and all their jaws drop.

“You’ve never dated anyone?” Enid says in shock and Marilyn shakes her head. “But look at you, how could anyone not be interested in dating you?” She says and slaps your arm as she was right beside you.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?” You ask her in shock.

“Back me up here.” She tells you.

“I think you were making a point just fine on your own. But Enid is right, I can’t believe no one has been interested in you.” You tell Marilyn, the entire time with her hand on your thigh.

After eating then it was time for all of you to head to class, most of you just follow Marilyn to the greenhouse as their first class is Botany.

“So what movie are we really watching?” Yoko asks you and you roll your eyes.

“How about Beetlejuice?” You suggest.

“If you want to watch a goth girl then just watch Wednesday.” Yoko says.

“Please don’t.” Wednesday says from behind you all.

“Nightmare before Christmas?”

“It’s not Halloween anymore.” Divina says.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it anymore. Ok how about ‘But I’m a cheerleader’, I need a little gay comedy right now.” You tell them and they all agree on that.

“Ok class, happy Monday and today we’re going to focus on a new carnivorous plant this week.” Marilyn says and sneaks a glance at you.

30 minutes go by and she asks you all to find out as much as you can about the plant.

“Hey Y/n.” You hear behind you and you turn around and see Sally looking at you.

“Hi Sally.” You say. Marilyn hears you talk to Sally and looks up.

“The end of the Rave’N was crazy. We got separated and I also wasn’t able to find you after. Are you ok?” She asks you and you nod.

“Ya I’m fine, I basically just went to my dorm, had a shower and then went to bed.” You tell her.

“Oh well that’s good. So I was wondering if you didn’t have plans tonight if you maybe wanted to hang out with me and Nickie tonight in our dorm room.” She suggests and Enid turns around at that.

“I actually have plans with my friends tonight, movie night.” You tell her and Enid nods happily.

“Oh well how about another night then?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“I’m sorry Sally, while you’re beautiful and really nice, I’m not interested in you romantically.” You tell her and her face changes from hopeful to disappointed.

“Oh, ok. Well I’m glad to have had a nice night with you at the Rave’N at least.” She tells you and you smile awkwardly at her before turning back around. You catch Marilyn staring at you and she gives you a smile before returning back to grading assignments.

*A few hours later*

“So I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you had with Sally.” Marilyn tells you while you’re both walking to the quad for lunch.

“You mean eavesdrop?” You say with a smile.

“Same thing.” She tells you and she nudges you playfully with her arm.

“Yes, I told her that I’m not interested in her. Hard to be interested in someone when someone else already has my interest.” You tell her quietly and she blushes slightly.

“I know we both have plans tonight, but how about you come to my room tomorrow night after classes?” She suggests and you smile.

“Of course, I’d love to.” You tell her and you both reach the table to eat with everyone.

“Y/n, I just got some interesting news about Britney.” Enid says to you.

“You don’t want to save it for tonight?” You tell her and she thinks about it for a second.

“I guess it can wait.” She says and then goes back to talking about what to do during girls night.

*A few hours later*

“You think we got enough snacks?” Enid asks as you get back to your dorm, after going to Jericho to get snacks for girls night.

“I think a large pizza, 4 bags of chips and dip, and some chocolate is enough.” You tell her and she nods with a smile. “Wednesday are you joining us?” You ask her casually as you and Enid set up the laptop and some blankets and pillows on the floor.

“Why would I waste my time with four giggling girls and watch a movie about a girl coming out?” She asks you.

“Because it’s torturous for you.” You simply say and she looks at you from her desk.

“Fine, but only because I love torture.” She answers with and you nod with a smile. You know deep deep down, Wednesday likes having friends, even if she doesn’t show it.

Once you and Enid are done setting up, there’s a knock at the door and Enid goes to answer it with a slip to her step.

“Hey guys, glad you came! It’s going to be so much fun!” Enid squeals and you smile at her enthusiasm.

You, Enid, Yoko and Divina get settled on the place that’s set up while Wednesday sets up her own place right next to you with her black blankets. You all dive into chatter while you eat the pizza, as well as Enid tells the news she wanted to share earlier, and then you all watch the movie when the pizza is done.

“I always love a gay comedy.” You say when the movie ends.

“That movie was terrifying to watch.” Wednesday says and you look to see her still watching the screen with a certain fear.

“I’m glad you liked it!” You say and everyone continues chatting about anything.

“So Y/n, any girls catch your eye this year?” Yoko asks you and you look at her.

“There is this one girl but I don’t know if she likes me.” You half lie.

“Oohh, tell us about her?” Divina says, very intrigued.

You suddenly have to make up a girl to cover your tracks, you have no idea why you just didn’t say no to Yoko’s question.

“Well she lives in Jericho, and she’s funny, nice and her and I sometimes talk.” You tell them and Yoko and Divina are looking at you with a smile while Enid is looking intrigued.

“Alright good night guys.” Enid says an hour later as Divina and Yoko leave. “Oh hi Ms. Thornhill!” Enid says and you perk up a bit.

“Hey Enid.” You hear her say. “How was girls night?” She asks as she reaches the door and sees you putting the blankets and pillows back on the bed.

“It was so much fun.” Enid tells her and then invites her in. “Were you just coming from Jericho?” Enid asks when Marilyn is inside and she closes the door.

“Yep, told John that it's over. That it was just the one date and nothing else.” She says and you smile at her.

“Was he upset at all?” You ask her and walk up to her.

“A little, but he understands that if there’s nothing there then he can’t change that.” She tells you with a smile. “And there’s definitely nothing there as my interest lie elsewhere.” She says and pulls you into her for a hug.

“You two are disgusting, reminds me of my parents.” Wednesday says.

“I know, they’re so cute!” Enid squeals.

“I’ll let you three get some sleep tonight, but I’m still seeing you tomorrow after classes right?” She asks you and you nod with a smile. “Alright, see you in the morning girls.” She says and gives you a quick kiss before leaving. You stay where you were for a few seconds with a small blush and a smile.

“What?” You ask when you notice both Enid and Wednesday are looking at you.

“Never thought I’d see you so smitten.” Enid says and you roll your eyes at her.

“Well what’s the problem if we both like each other.” You say while you go to get your pjs.

“And no one would think that you hated each other yesterday.” Wednesday says and you turn around to look at her. “Or that 2 days ago you were trying to make each other jealous.”

“Yes we had a rough start but we talked and got over it.” You explained to them.

“Shame, I was enjoying you two being idiots over the weekend.” Wednesday says and goes to get ready for bed while you whip your head in disbelief at her.

*The next day after classes*

“What do you think of this sweater with these jeans?” You ask Enid and she looks at you.

“A plaid sweater with ripped jeans? You look like a sexy lesbian.” She says and you smile.

“Perfect!” You say and then grab your phone and then bid both of them a good afternoon before leaving. You go over to Marilyn’s room and knock on the door. When the door opens, the last thing you expected was for Ms. Weems to answer the door. “Oh hi Ms. Weems.” You say, a bit shocked.

“Hi Y/n, what are you doing here?” She asks you innocently.

“This is still Ms. Thornhill’s room right?” You ask her and she nods.

“Yes Marilyn is right there on the couch. Actually I want to speak to you too. Come in.” She says and you enter and see Marilyn there with a frown on the couch, and you go and sit next to her. “Listen, I've been trying to come up with a way to protect you both from that group. I looked at the files and they’re a very powerful group.” She says and you nod.

“And I told you the only way to deal with it is killing them. Which is impossible as they have really good security.” Marilyn says and sighs. “The only way to keep everyone, especially Y/n, safe is to keep my distance from everyone.” Marilyn says and you look at her.

“Always wanting to talk with students and eat with a group of them is a great way of keeping your distance.” You tell her sarcastically and she raises a brow at you.

“Y/n brings up an interesting point, you’re already quite involved with student life, so what do they mean by close?” Ms. Weems asks and you look at Marilyn.

“I don’t know, and that’s what scares me. Like I don’t know what not to do to keep Y/n safe. And who knows whose second on their list.” She says and puts her head in her hands.

“Marilyn, I think you might be right in how to solve this. But I’m really against murdering a bunch of people. But my oath as the principal is to protect all my students and faculty members.” Ms. Weems says and you look at her. “But this group is a huge danger to the outcast community and this school.” She says and you nod.

“How do we do that?” You ask her and she sighs.

“I don’t know Y/n.” She says and you nod your head disappointingly. Marilyn puts an arm around your back for comfort and you lean into her.

“I’m really sorry Y/n. I never should have come here.” She says.

“Marilyn it’s not your fault, you didn’t know.” Ms. Weems says. “Look I’ll have to think about this but in the meantime, Marilyn, just keep doing what you’re doing.” She tells her and Marilyn nods. “Good night to the both of you.” She says and then leaves the room. Marilyn goes up and locks the door before rejoining you on the couch.

“This is getting intense.” You tell her and she wraps you up in a hug.

“I know honey.” She says softly and gently rubs your arm.

“But I’m glad that it’s not preventing us from being together.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Ya?” She asks and you nod.

“Yep.” You say and lean forward and place a kiss on her lips. You pull back before you both smile at each other and kiss her again. This time you don’t pull back, you keep your lips on her and lean closer to her. Marilyn cups your cheeks while you put your hands in her hair. You crawl on top of her and straddle her hips without breaking the kiss and she doesn’t stop you. You moan into the kiss when she deepens it and she immediately pulls back. “Why’d you stop?” You ask her in confusion.

“We shouldn’t go any further.” She says and you stare at her in shock.

“Why not.”

“Y/n, you’re 17.”

“That doesn’t stop the fact that I want to go further with you.” You tell her and cross your arms.

“You’re cute when you try to act tough.” She jokes and places her hands on your hips. “We shouldn’t go forward because you’re a virgin.” She says and she sees you still not getting it. “I want you to be sure since it’s your first time.” She says and then a thought reaches you.

“Wait, aren’t you a virgin too?” You ask her and she nods after a few seconds. “Why are you only focused on it being my first time when you should be focusing on both of our first times?” You ask her and she caresses your cheek.

“I’ve had many years to be sure. I know I want to do it with you but you’re still so young.” She says softly.

“I may be young but I know I want to have sex with you.” You say and buck your hips and Marilyn lets out a soft gasp. Before she has time to react further, you bend down and start kissing her neck. Marilyn unconsciously moves her neck to give you more access and you start sucking. You move a little further back on her neck so she can cover the hickey with her hair. She grabs a hold of your hair while you’re sucking and she lets out a gasp and a whimper.

“W-wait Y/n.” She says and you reluctantly pull back. “Are you 100% certain? Once you lose your virginity, you can’t get it back.” She says and you nod.

“I want you Marilyn, I really want you.” You tell her.

“Alright, get off of me.” She says and you obey. “Let’s go to my bed.” She says and extends a hand for you to take and you immediately take it. She leads you over to her bed and tells you to get comfortable.

You go and lay down on the bed and she climbs on top of you. She starts kissing your lips again and she deepens it by sliding her tongue in your mouth and you moan. You move your hands to the buttons on her sweater and you start unbuttoning it. You finish all the buttons and pull it off and see she’s wearing a shirt underneath and you groan.

“You wear far too many clothes.” You tell her and she giggles before she takes her shirt off and goes back to kissing you. You run your hands all over her now exposed stomach and back and you sigh contentedly at the feel of her skin.

“You like my body honey?” She asks and you nod. “Can I see your body?” She asks and you nod before she unbuttons your plaid sweater. “No shirt underneath the sweater? Were you planning this?” She asks you curiously.

“I was hoping for it.” You tell her and she smiles and shakes her head at you. She then unclips her bra and removes it and it leaves you speechless.

“Cat got your tongue honey?” She jokes and you just stare at her breasts and nod. “Go on, touch them if you want.” She says and you immediately bring both your hands to her breasts and wrap your hands around them. You then put one hand on her back and pull her close to you and put one nipple in your mouth and she moans. You flick your tongue over her nipple a few times and then give it a few ducks and you love the noises you’re pulling out of her. You then pull back and give the same treatment to her other nipple.

“You know I’m kinda glad that you’re a virgin.” You suddenly say when you pull back. “It means no one else has touched you.” You tell her and she runs her fingers through your hair.

“A little possessive are we?” She tells you with a smirk and you nod. “Well I’m just as glad that no one else has touched you as well.” She tells you and then she unclips your bra with ease. You let her take it off of you and she immediately brings her mouth to one of your nipples and you gasp out at the sensation. She then switches to your other nipple when she’s satisfied and does the same thing. You catch her off guard by sliding a hand underneath her skirt and touch her centre over her underwear. She lets out a squeak and immediately pulls back.

“You’re very wet.” You tell her with a smirk and she rolls her eyes at you.

“I’ve got a cute girl underneath me, of course I’m turned on.” She says with faux annoyance. “Let’s see how well you’re fairing.” She says before she gets off the bed and takes your jeans off. And as expected she sees a wet patch on your underwear and that gives her a wave of confidence. She takes her long skirt off before getting on the bed and goes between your legs. She grabs the hem of your underwear and gives you a look and you nod before she takes your underwear off. She looks at you completely bare under her and she smiles. She then wraps her hands around your thighs and brings her mouth to your pussy. You gasp out at the feeling as soon as her tongue makes contact with your centre. You close your eyes and bring a hand to her hair and grab the sheets with your other hand. You bend your knees so your feet are planted on the bed and you can’t help but start bucking your hips. Marilyn pins you down with her hand before she goes to your clit.

“Oh my god.” You gasp out at the sensation. Marilyn then slips a finger in your entrance and you moan at the feeling. You’ve of course fingered yourself before but having someone else’s fingers in you is a different and better feeling. “Oh my god, mommy.” You slip out and you both freeze. Marilyn pulls her hand back and brings herself up your body so you’re face to face but keeps her finger in you.

“Oh how interesting, I’m mommy huh?” She asks with a smirk and she goes back to fingering you after adding a second finger. You’re still a bit embarrassed of your slip up that you keep your eyes closed and keep your hands to yourself and Marilyn notices the change. “I don’t mind being called mommy, babygirl.” She tells you and you open your eyes to see her with a genuine smile. “In fact, it turns me on even more. Makes me want to keep my babygirl all to myself.” She says possessively and you moan at her words. “You like that? Only being mine and no one else’s.” She says and you nod. She then puts her palm on your clit and you have to bite your lip so you don’t let out a huge moan that surely someone will hear. You start bucking your hips again and she has to press her body onto yours to stop you. Your legs start shaking and your breathing is deeper. “Are you close babygirl?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes mommy.” You say and she smirks at the nickname.

“Come babygirl.” She says and a few seconds later you come all over her fingers. She pulls out of you carefully and licks her fingers clean. As soon as she finishes licking her fingers, you calm down enough and flip both of you so that you’re on top of her. “Oof.” She says as it caught her off guard. You then ripe her underwear off and immediately start circling her clit. “Oh my god baby.” She immediately moans out and bucks her hips. You pin her down and then move your body so that you can lick her centre. Your tongue makes contact with her centre and you both moan out. You lick her centre a few times before you slip her tongue in her entrance and she grabs your hair with both her hands. With your tongue inside of her and you circling her clit, it doesn't take long until her legs are shaking as her release is close. She then gasps out as she comes and you lick it all up before you pull back and look at her with a smile. “Come here.” She says as she sits up and pats her lap. She gets you to turn around and then you sit on her lap and lean into her so your head rests on her chest and she puts her chin on your shoulder.

All of a sudden she brings her hand to your centre and starts to quickly circle your clit and you’re gasping and moaning on top of her. “Mommy.” You squeak out and she smirks.

“I just love getting these reactions from you.” She whispers in your ear and you reach behind you and grab her hair with one of your hands. You start grinding on her thigh for friction as the sensation is overwhelming for your body and she lets you. She starts kissing your neck softly so she doesn’t leave a mark and you’re at the peak. You then come for a second time that evening and she pulls out of you and you try to catch your breath and she wraps her arms around your waist. “I love you.” She says and you freeze before turning your head a bit so you can look at her.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods her head with a smile. “I love you too.” You tell her and she wraps her arms tighter around you as you both are just content in the moment.

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || The Bridge

Previous

The next day, Rick, Michonne, Natalia and Daryl travelled to The Hilltop, Rick and Michonne had rode on horse back whilst Natalia had managed to convince Daryl that she was okay to ride with him on the bike, she wasn't safer with anyone more than him.

Maggie had greeted them, as the horses were dealt with, a mark was on her upper cheek, and she looked tired, her eye was bruised.

Natalia was angry when Maggie had told them what Gregory had done the night before, preying on an sobered alcoholic, who had just lost his son, to kill Maggie, so that he could take her place.

Rick had gone to talk to her, but also to talk to Maggie about help with the bridge, that he'd also managed to rope Daryl into joining.

Natalia had volunteered to watch Hershel as they talked, explaining that she needed to catch as much baby fever as she could, and no one was better at that, than little Rhee, one of the most adorable babies known to man.

"See, you're great with them, they love you." Michonne said, as she bounced the baby on her knee. "Now just imagine two of them."

"Michonne, you're killing it." She warned, closing her eyes and trying to get back into the mood of being excited for a baby.

"It don't matter If you get it or not, we're having them either way." Daryl said, as the pair watched the woman.

Natalia pouted, turning the baby to face her.

"Why, Hershel, why does bad things happen to me?"

He cooed in response, grabbing at her hair.

"Who am I kidding, you're so cute." She hugged him to her.

Maggie had decided that Gregory was to be publicly hung for his crimes against their leader, but also for causing Enid to face injuries so severe that the poor girl was resting in a wheelchair.

It was being held after all the children had been put to beds, torches were lit as the people were stood around, and Daryl was the person who had been asked to set the ordeal up.

Tammy-Rose and Earl were stood behind him, he was handcuffed, and looked disgusted with himself for his actions, Earl was a kind man, who had been influenced into making a horrible mistake.

"I don't want to do this." Maggie started, talking to the people. "But people need to understand that at Hilltop, the punishment fits the crime. Do you have any final words?" She asked the man sat on top of a horse, a noose around his neck.

"What you're doing isn't right. Somebody stop this, please. Killing me In the dead of night because you're ashamed." Gregory sobbed.

"You're wrong. I'm not ashamed." She told him, before nodding to Daryl.

"Stop this! Please! Now, for the love of God, stop it!"

Two children had wondered out, looking at what was happening.

"Maggie, stop!" Michonne cried, catching Natalia's attention as Rick held her, stopping her from running ahead.

Daryl hit the horse hard, it let out a whine as it marched ahead, causing Gregory's body to fly in the air, his neck snapping at the force.

"Get the children back in bed." Maggie ordered. "I made this decision. But this is not the beginning of something. I don't want to go through it again."

A wave of Nausea came over Natalia as she watched Gregory's dead body swing through the air, like a depressing pinata.

She jogged away, a hand over her mouth as the bile rose.

Michonne raced after, to help her friend.

A month had passed since the hanging.

Natalia was four months pregnant, and she was already growing bigger than her clothes could handle, everyone had been pretty heavy on her case about letting it go for so long, the signs were all there and she tried her damned hardest to ignore it.

She had started living in dungarees.

Daryl was pissed that he'd already missed a chunk of it, well, of what they were aware of, Rick had everyone working hard at the bridge, camping out, and her husband was the one in charge of keeping the Saviours in order, as they were doing most of the work, once again dragged away from his wife and kid.

Natalia was in Sully's old bedroom, they were converting it into the nursery, or Natalia was, to keep herself busy, considering no one would let her do anything, she was the first person to carry twins since the world fell apart, and currently the only pregnant person, and the people took the saying "It takes a village..." Very seriously. She also wanted to get it done before she was too big to finish it.

She was sad that she had to decorate the room, she missed him terribly, she missed her old life, her old family, the pregnancy was reminding her a lot of the start of everything, what she had gone through by herself, that she'd lost two babies to the world, the universe must've thought this was some cruel joke.

"Mom! Uncle Rick's here." Evie called from downstairs, she was doing some school work in the kitchen, before bed.

"Tell him I'm up here." She called down, Natalia had just finished painting the room, choosing pastel colours, they were going to be finding out the genders soon, though Natalia had betted on girls, she had a dream about it, she was certain it was girls, but Siddiq was busy at the camp, he hadn't been able to do the scan yet, she'd have to wait until he got back, she'd be ready in about two weeks anyway, the "official time".

"Hey." Rick greeted, standing in the doorway of the nursery.

Natalia was sat in front of a pile of wood, attempting to start the build of the crib, she had decided that they were going to have one big one, she heard once that twins didn't like being separated.

"Hi." She let out a sigh, sitting up as she looked at him, offering a smile.

"You getting on alright?" He gestured to the wood.

"We've known each other long enough, that it would just be rude to lie to you, right?"

"Lemme take a look." He entered the room, "The colour looks nice."

"Thanks, Daryl said I could do whatever I wanted in here, he's been too busy to, y'know." She raised her brows.

Rick sat down beside her.

"I want you to join me, tomorrow." He said. "I want you to see what we're up to, the bridge, you should see the building process, the future we're building for these ones." He looked at her bulging stomach.

"You sure that's a good idea, little weak delicate me on a building site in the middle of the woods?"

"Nat." He eyed her. "There ain't nothing weak or delicate about you, we've known each other long enough to know that."

She chuckled.

"Thanks, Rick."

"Also, I'm gonna ask Siddiq to come home, to help out with, y'know."

A bug was going around, so Natalia had been on house arrest anyway, until it passed, in hopes that she didn't catch it.

"Alright, let's see if we can manage this." He rubbed his hands together, rolling his shoulders. "Oh, that reminds me."

He looked behind him, grabbing the two things he had sat on. "Found these, wanted you have 'em for the twins, a gift from their Uncle Rick."

He handed her two teddy bunnies, one was a soft green, the other a baby blue.

"Thought they'd go with Sully's that Evie keeps in her room." He explained as she stared at them, her heart melting.

"Rick, thank you." She turned, wrapping her arms around him as she hugged her friend, the man she had first grown close to in this world, the first person to take her in after so long alone.

"Okay. We got this." Rick said, when she pulled away, picking up a piece of wood. "God, when me and Lori were putting Carls crib together, we both ended up in tears." He smiled.

"I bet he's laughing at me right now, the little twerp put a curse on me" She laughed, reminding herself what was in the letter in the drawer of her bedside table. "You know, if one of them turns out to be a boy, I've been contracted to name them CJ." She told Rick, who smiled, but it hadn't reached his eyes all the way.

It had taken the pair most of the night to put it together, Evie had ended up taking herself to bed considering both adults were stressed and frustrated at the furniture, but they successfully managed it.

Natalia placed the two teddies in the crib, ready for the next five months.

"Pregnant lady coming through, back up, make way." Rick told the people as he guided Natalia through.

She was dressed in a light wash, blue pair of jean dungarees, a white tank top underneath, one advantage she found, was her boobs were getting bigger, too.

"Rick, people can clearly see what I am, A and B are more than enough of a obvious sign." She gestured to her swelled abdomen, as people backed away.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Daryl had dropped the stuff that was in his hands staring at Natalia.

"I asked Nat to come." Rick took the heat from the ill-tempered archer, who was only growing more impatient the bigger his wife was getting, more protective and obsessive over her well being, as well.

"Nat." Aaron greeted. "Good to see you." He hugged his friend, minding out for the bump. "And you guys, too." He said to her stomach. "Lil Erin and lil Aaron."

"Hey, how's it going, you boys hard at work?" She grinned, Rick patted her shoulder as he went off to get updates from everybody else.

"Of course." Jerry came over, "Aarons just been telling us all horror stories about Gracie, that means double the trouble for you pair, with these munchkins."

"Alright, alright, get your paws off 'er." Daryl nudged the gathering people away, pulling Natalia towards him. "How long you staying?"

"Only a couple days, Rick wanted me to see every body in action, and to get some fresh air, away from all the sick people." She reached up, kissing his cheek. "And I missed you."

He scrunched the side of his face up, embarrassed of the PDA around everyone, especially the Saviours.

"Missed ya, too, an' Evie."

"Oh, she's still supplying baby names, Carol was wrong about her feeling left out, that girl won't shut up about having baby brothers and sisters, poor Judith's the one who's gotta listen to it all day."

"Come on, Imma get you a seat, sit in the sunshine whilst we get back to work." He told her, taking her hand and leading her towards his tent.

"Do you have to go back so soon, I just got here." She held his waist as he picked up a camping chair.

"Sorry, baby, gotta get that bridge down, so I can get home." He grabbed her hand again, leading her towards the construction.

Daryl had sat Natalia far away from the work, the tree's and anywhere she could find danger, but so that she was in his sights at all times, he'd even left her a canteen full of fresh clean water and a few snacks, that she tried refusing at their short amount, he'd also coaxed Carol into keeping the woman company, Rosita popped in from time to time, so had Tara, they had to pull Eugene away when he had started making the woman uncomfortable with his "Pregnancy facts."

"You thought about names, yet?" Carol asked, stood beside her.

"We don't even know the genders yet, gotta wait two more weeks, but me and Rick got a lot done in the nursery last night, he came over and helped me, when he offered about coming here." She explained.

"Awe, little Dixon babies, I can't wait." Carol let out a tiny squeal as her hands balled up into fists, shaking in excitement. "How are you feeling about it, compared to last month."

"Better." Natalia admitted. "I guess that's mostly down to the fact that I had to accept it, and had no other choice, I'm still shit scared, I just... I keep thinking about Lori, and what Carl and Maggie had to do, if something like that were to happen..."

"Natalia, stop. It's not going to, that was a completely different time, a very unfortunate setting, we have medicine, and we have the right equipment, and Siddiq's been training Enid as well as Evie, so she's gonna be there as well, if anything goes wrong, it'll still be okay, I promise you." Carol layed a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Carol." She smiled up at the woman.

Henry had been on water duty, in charge that each person only had one cup each, that was until Justin got greedy, pushing the kid to the ground as he drank out of the tap.

Natalia jumped from her seat as everyone else looked at him.

Henry got to his feet, taking his stick as he knocked the man to the ground.

"Back off!" He told him.

"Hey man, it's cool, I got my ass handed to me by a kid one time, too." Another Saviour, Jed laughed at him. "Of course, I was 6 at the time."

Natalia headed over as Justin got to his feet.

"What the hell is your problem?" She called after him grabbing his arm, as he went for the boy, who went about his business.

"Stay out of it, bitch." He brushed her off, harshly, sending her falling to her ass.

Aaron ran to help her as Daryl grabbed Justin.

Laura and Carol had got to her as well, making sure she was okay.

"Hey! Leave 'em alone. Get back to work." He ordered.

"I don't need your people telling me what to do." Justin replied. "You're not my babysitter anymore, go deal with your whore of a wife."

He turned to walk away, but Daryl grabbed a hold of him again, causing Justin to turn and throw a fist, but Daryl managed to dodge it, throwing his own into the man's face, sending him flying into a large pile of sand.

He grabbed a handful of sand, chucking it into Daryl's face, temporarily blinding him, giving him the advantage he needed to push him to the ground.

The men began fighting as the Saviours gathered around, chanting.

When Aaron left Laura and Carol to assist Natalia, going to aid Daryl, the man who had teased Justin, threw his fists at him, dragging him into a fight.

"Hey! Hey! Break it up!" Rick shouted, running over with Eugene, pushing people out of the way. "Get back."

Rick grabbed Justin, pulling him away as Daryl tried to get past him, to throw another punch.

"I said enough. Enough." He turned on Daryl, as Justin was being restrained.

Daryl wiped at his nose, spitting blood as he went in search for Natalia.

"Thanks." She muttered to Laura, who had taken over fully as Carol went to check Henry.

"You alright, he hurt you?" Daryl asked her, checking her over.

"I'm fine, I'm more worried about you." Natalia replied, leading Daryl away and back to the camp, Rick had followed them.

"So, that asshole just gets a free pass? Is that it?" Daryl questioned when Rick had come to talk to him in the tent. "He pushed Nat!"

"It's just a few more days." Rick pressed. "I don't like it, either, but we're in a rush to get that work done. He's strong. The Saviours are over half the workforce, and we've had too many walk off's already."

"Yeah. 'Cause that's who they are." He turned back around. "Some of them ain't ever gonna fall in line just 'cause you say so."

"Daryl's right." Carol backed him up, Natalia was sat down, watching the three like a tennis match, her hand rubbed her stomach, the denim was covered in dust from getting pushed to the ground. "These people have never had to live together. And we can't expect them to just forget what's happened."

"It hasn't been easy. I know. It won't be, not for a while, but it's not about forgetting. It's about moving ahead, all of us, together. We keep doing that, they'll see we're all on the same side." Rick pushed.

"Are we, though?" Daryl questioned. "Are we on the same side, Rick?"

"Well, you tell me."

"Thing is, man, I've been tryin' to. But you don't seem to want to hear it. Nat, come on, you're gonna stay in my tent till you're going home." He helped her up. "I ain't wanna be on the same side as anyone who has it in their right mind to push a kid and a pregnant woman over, but guess that's just you." He told Rick, leading Natalia out of the tent.

"Daryl." Rick called, but they both ignored him.

"That was so hot, baby. The way you were defending my honour." Natalia looped her arm in his, leaning her head against his arm.

"What you after?" He looked down at her.

She smiled up at him, batting her lashes.

"Come on, grub time." He told her, leading her to the food tent, Natalia groaned, hitting her head against his bicep.

"Mood killer." She grumbled. "Where's Rosita, haven't seen her in a while."

"Out making noise for the herds with Arat." He answered.

"Oh, ditched me for the rat." She said, bitterly, even though she'd been talked out of killing the woman, she was still holding a grudge, a lot worse than the one she had on Laura.

Aaron and Daryl had been moved to work away from Justin, working on cutting up the tree's and storing them.

Natalia had stayed with them, watching as she ate up her food, and Daryl's, and Aarons, even though he wanted her in the tent, he was never able to deny the woman.

The horses were beginning to get spooked as they went about their work, walkers were approaching.

"I got it." Natalia sighed, picking up her knife that was beside her as she got to her feet.

"Stay." Daryl ordered, picking up a small branch and stabbing it into a walkers head, before turning for the other, but Natalia beat him to it, plunging her knife into the second walkers head, dropping it to the ground.

"I told you to stay" He fumed, pointing at her.

"And I told you I got it, which I did."

"Uh, guys!" one of the workers called, a herd was heading right for them.

"A herd's coming, bug out, now!" Daryl told the others.

Against Daryl's protests, Natalia had helped take down the closest walkers as the others evacuated.

One of the saviours had dropped the rope that was supporting a large trunk, letting it fall as he jumped from the stack.

Aaron had pushed the man helping him, away, letting it land and crush his own arm, screaming at the agonising pain.

"Aaron!" Natalia cried, dropping her latest walker kill and running for him.

"Get them mules out here!" Daryl pointed, following. "You, get over here right now!" He shouted at the Saviour responsible, as he got ready to lift the heavy log.

"Alright, it's gonna be alright, Aaron, you're okay." Natalia rambled.

"Go. Get out of here!" Aaron told them, as the walkers approached.

Natalia ran forward, taking the closest ones to them out, so they could continue helping the injured man.

"Come on. Get up. Get up!" Daryl encouraged, when Aaron was set free. "Natalia, come on!"

She was too preoccupied.

A walker had grabbed a hold of Daryl, attempting to take a bite out of his shoulder before an arrow shot through its head, from Beatrice.

The others had gathered, helping with the walkers.

"What the hell is Nat doing?" Rick asked, as she kicked a walker down.

"What the hell does it look like?" She turned to him.

"We got this, get him back to camp!" He decided, turning to Daryl and Aaron.

When they had got back to the camp, Carol and Rick had started chewing Natalia out for her recklessness, before she had brought up that someone was slacking on their job, turning their anger away from her, and onto Justin.

Carol had been the one to have it out with him, he was her responsibility after all.

"Daryl?" Natalia asked, when he stormed out of the infirmary, his arm dripping in blood, that wasn't his.

He ignored her, marching to the tent Carol and Justin were in, and then not even a minute later, Justin came tumbling out, Daryl on his trail as he shook his fist.

He punched him against a tree, then picked up a copper pan, smacking it against his head, hard.

"Daryl, stop!" Carol called.

Natalia felt like she stepped in enough, she was too caught up admiring the show.

Daryl grabbed Justin by his shirt, throwing his fist at the mans face, repeatedly.

"Daryl!" Carol grabbed, him stopping him from hitting the man again. "Daryl. I said stop." She hissed. "We'll deal with him, but not like this."

"There's only one way to deal with these assholes." He walked back to the infirmary, and Natalia followed, wanting to check on Aaron, who had recently got his arm amputated by trainee, Enid, who had to follow a tutorial from her book.

"How's he doing?" Natalia asked.

"Well, just be thankful Evie's too young to do this kinda stuff." Enid said. "Luckily he's just asleep, breathing."

"You done a good job." Daryl told her, taking the seat beside the bed.

"You want me to check you and the babies over, you've had a pretty hectic day." Enid offered, as Natalia let Daryl guide her to sit on his lap, as they watched over Aaron.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine, A and B are as well." She smiled as Daryl rubbed a soothing hand over her bump, like he was trying to calm himself down from the fight. "Doctor Enid."

"You gonna call them A and B the whole time?" Enid laughed.

"That's what they are, this one is A" She pointed to her left. "And this one is B. Oh shit, or was it the other way around."

Enid laughed as Daryl tried to figure which was which as well.

"What do you think they are?"

Natalia looked at Daryl, wanting him to answer first, running her fingers through his hair

He shrugged.

"Long as they're alive an' breathing, I don't give a shit." He said. "But, one of each would be fine, be easier to tell the difference."

"I think they're gonna both be girls." Natalia said.

"How'd you know?" Daryl looked at her.

"Saw it in a dream."

He scoffed at that.

"No, I actually read that, that during pregnancy, mothers can actually predict stuff like that, but apparently you can tell as well, by the size or something."

Later in the night, Cyndi had come in for her hand, that Enid had to fix, she sliced it whilst peeling potato's, or so she said.

When she had left, Rick entered.

"Well done." He whispered to Enid, as Aaron continued to sleep. "He's gonna be all right?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "If we can keep the wound from getting infected. But he's still in a lot of pain."

"He's holding on, though." Daryl told him.

"One tough son of a bitch." Natalia repeated one of Daryl's most used phrases.

"Damn right I am." Aaron whispered.

Daryl patted Natalia's leg, signalling for her to get up so that Rick could take their chair.

Natalia did, kissing Aaron's cheek, before her and Daryl let Rick sit down.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." He told the man. "We were all supposed to be working together. I thought we were."

"You couldn't have known." Aaron reassured him.

"I've been pushing everybody hard. I know I have. I put this project first. And you paid the price. Hell, Nat, she's been all over it as well."

"Remember when you said I wasn't weak and delicate." She mentioned.

"It was worth it." Aaron said. "When the dead started to rise... I thought I was seeing the end of everything. But you changed all of that, Rick. It's not the end of the world anymore. It's the start of a whole new one. I'll always be glad I was here to be a part of that. Anyway I gotta be around to see the mini Dixons wreck just as much havoc as their parents, too." He joked.

"Don't worry, gonna hire you as a full time babysitter if they're anything like their dad." Natalia teased, grinning wide.

"You got it." He nodded, his own smile on his face, even through his pain.

Daryl had encouraged Natalia to go back with Rick during the night, if she refused to go with him, Daryl would've taken her back, himself, today was enough to scare him back into putting her on lockdown, again.

"Hurry up and get this bridge done, so you can come home, Siddiq's back so we can have that scan pretty soon, and I can prove that dreams do mean something." She told Daryl, cupping his face as she kissed his lips throughout her sentence.

"Trust me, I'd rather be at home with you, Evie, A and B" He poked her sides. "Over anything, ya giving me leverage to not beat the shit outta another one of those pricks."

"I love you" She kissed him again.

"Love ya, too."

"Alright, are we gonna get goodbyes too, or are ya wasting them all on him?" Rosita asked.

"Yeah, I want a goodbye kiss from the pregnant lady that went up against a herd." Tara joined in.

"I too would like that, if you're offering." Eugene raised his hand.

"Ain't nobody getting any kisses off of Nat, 'Cept me." Daryl told them, he was attempting to come off more threatening than he did, but a grown man getting jealous and saying the word "kisses." Wasn't as imitating as he thought.

Natalia hugged her friends goodbye, a long line of people who came to love and care for her.

"Was pretty cool what you did, today." Laura told her, as she walked past her. "A bunch of these pussies could borrow some of your bravery." She looked around at the Saviour men.

"Thanks." She offered a half smile. "And for the bridge, Keep an eye on Daryl for me, trust you a lot more than I trust them, I'm gonna need his help pretty soon."

"You got it." She nodded.

"Hey, I'm glad-"

Natalia walked away from Arat, completely ignoring her existence.

"She killed my dog." Natalia muttered, when Rick gave her a look as they set off.

"You went up against a herd of walkers, like that?" Michonne asked, they were in the Grimes kitchen, something had happened at camp the next day, and Rick had gone back to deal with it, Evie was occupying Judith, she wasn't allowed into "work" just in case she passed the bug onto Natalia.

"What was I supposed to do? Aaron was hurt."

"How'd Daryl handle it, he go berserk like usual?"

"He was actually more mad I fought off one, it was Rick and Carol that shouted at me. Maggie fought in a war and I can't take out a few walkers?"

"Maggie wasn't eating for three, you're bigger now, than what she was throughout most of her pregnancy." Michonne tried to put it gently.

"Still, I got a few months left in me before I'm totally useless."

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[babygirldilf]

tried to fall asleep and remembered that xavier asked wednesday 'who's the lucky guy? or girl?' and she never corrected him and I mean I know we've all established that wednesday is queer but the fact that it's in text! also the hug with enid and the fact that it's the most intimate moment that wednesday is having and with the most build up... kill me now

[cherienymphe]

What are your thoughts on Wednesday? And Tyler or Xavier?

I love the show as a whole. Love the casting despite what a lot of people are saying. Truthfully, in the beginning I thought Rowan was going to be the love interest because he reminded me so much of her love interest from the Addams family values but that quickly went to shit. Both Tyler and Xavier got on my nerves although I eventually came around to Tyler. Xavier struck me as much more entitled although I will say tiktok is slowly converting me. I'm surprised I haven't seen much Wednesday x Bianca propaganda but then again I'm sure I know why. I would ship wenclair if Enid wasn't so head over heels for Ajax because that hug at the end of the series had more emotion than anything Wednesday shared with her love interests.

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Even though I eventually came around to Tyler, he definitely became a lot more interesting after that reveal. I was like ooooh he's evil??? Lmao say LESS

I also wouldn't be mad at an entire episode or whole spinoff just about young Gomez and Morticia. As far as dark storylines go, I found myself way more invested in the beautiful Morticia drawing the twisted attention of a normie who was so driven to madness that he was was going to kill any competition he had. The twists in that story had me on the edge of my seat. Like how did he even come across her? Especially enough to where he mistook her kindred for interest? I need the whole backstory