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ghostygrimess · 3 months ago

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Valentines Day || Enid Rhee

Enid Rhee x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

DISCLAIMER! ALL CHARACTERS 18+

I walked up the street of Alexandria towards Enid's house. Ever since I got to Alexandria with Rick, Enid and I clicked. There is something about her that I just can't get out of my head. She's flirty, but in a friend way. But I so desperately wanted it to be in a more than friend way. When she wasn't hanging out with me, she was hanging out with Carl. I hated to see them together, the way her eyes twinkled when she looked at him. God, I wished I was in Carl's position. Straight men have no idea how lucky they have it.

Carl has been my best friend since the prison all the way in Georgia. I share everything with him. A few weeks ago I may or may not have let it slip that I have a massive crush on Enid…

Flashback

"What about Ron?" Carl asked.

"Ron?!" I chuckled.

"What? I think he likes you," Carl nudged me with his elbow.

“Come on, you know me better than that! That guy is an asshole.” I cross my arms.

“You don’t know until you try.” Carl tries to reason.

"No thank you... Wait, don't you like Enid?" I winced as I realized that I said that. Great job Y/N bring up your crush with your crushes probably crush.

"She's really pretty," Carl turned his head to look out at the street, hiding his faint blush.

"I know," I slapped my hand over my mouth. Damnit Y/N why did you have to let it slip.

Carl slowly turned his head towards me. "What did you just say?" He furrowed his brows and smirked.

"Nothing," I said through my hand which muffled the noise.

"You- You like Enid?" He asked, pulling back in shock.

"No I never said that," I nervously laughed.

"Wow um, I don't know... I don't think I can look at you the same way. He looked away from me, his body stiffening.

"What?" Uh oh. This is not how I was planning this to go down. I could feel my nose start to burn and tears welling up in my eyes. He can’t be serious.

"Nah, I'm just kidding," He untensed and looked back at me smiling.

"You idiot don't do that," I slapped his arm and buried my face in my hands.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," He softly chuckled as he put a hand on my back. "You should tell her how you feel," He gently rubbed my back reassuringly.

"But she likes you!" I groaned.

"I don't know about that. If you like her, you should tell her,"

"You won't be mad?" I asked.

"What? Of course not Y/N, you're my best friend. Life is too short, and I'd rather see you happy with Enid than me," He pulled me into a hug. "You know, Valentine's day is right around the corner, that would be a perfect time to tell her how you feel,"

And here we are. Valentine's day. I walked up the steps of the Rhee family porch and reached out to knock on the door. My heartbeat quickened. I immediately turned around and started walking back home.

"Y/N? " A voice called out from behind me. I froze in my tracks and slowly turned around.

"Hey Maggie," I tried to act natural. I reached out to lean on the railing but missed and tripped.

"What are you doing here honey?" Maggie giggled. I regained my balance.

"Is uh, Enid here?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's upstairs," Maggie motioned her arm for me to come inside. I stepped in and Maggie put her hand on my lower back. Once I was fully inside, she went back to what she was doing. I ran upstairs and to Enid's room.

Her door was cracked open. I softly knocked and came in. "Hey Y/N," She greeted, smiling. She closed her notebook and put it on her nightstand. I awkwardly stood there. This is it, do or die. Metaphorically. She patted the space on the bed next to her. I walked over and sat pretty far away from her. "Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded quickly. "Uh... What's wrong?" She squinted, trying to figure me out.

"Look, I have to tell you something. And I'm sorry in advance," I twiddled my thumbs.

"Okay?" I looked over at her curious bright eyes. I started to smile, but the nerves caught up to me again and I looked back down. She scooted over to me and gently placed her soft hand on my knee. I could feel her eyes burning into me. I can’t tell if I want to cry, or scream, or vomit.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Carl’s words give me strength. "I have feelings for you," I blurted out. "In more than a friend way," Enid pauses. She must hate me. Oh god, what have I done? I should’ve know better than to listen to Carl of all people.

"Hey," She moved her head forward, so she would meet my eyes and break me out of my trance. I looked over at her. She stared at me, starting to smile. I felt my cheeks burn. "It took you long enough," She giggled.

"Huh?" I squinted in confusion.

"Y/N, it's kinda obvious, you're not that great at hiding things," She explained. She scooted even closer to me. Our faces inches apart. My breathing quickened.

“Why didn’t you say anything, Enid?” I ask as I try to steady my dizziness.

“I don’t know, I just… I didn’t want to look stupid if you didn’t actually like me,” Her face scrunches. I love when she does that, it makes her nose look so cute.

"You... You mean you don't like Carl?" I asked.

She recoils in disgust.. "Carl? That’s funny.” She giggles softly. Am I dreaming?

“He kinda gave me this idea actually,” I pulled out a little origami heart from my pocket. I made it for her just in case she actually did like me somehow. I hold it out in front of me and we turn to face each other, criss-crossed. “So, Enid, will you be my valentine?”“I’d love to, Y/N.” She smiles brightly.

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jamiedc-they-them · 2 years ago

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Being Enid's Twin, struggling with Depression, and being best friends with Wednesday:

You and your sister were close. Not as close as some siblings, but you were close. You cared about each other.

You always felt guilty, her always doing more of the work to make sure you were ok. She'd always assure you, however, that she was ok with it.

"I just want you to be ok," she would always say. She just wanted you to know that you weren't alone.

Still, she also let you have your own space. Your own time alone.

With your brain constantly attacking you, it soon dug into your personality. You didn't notice it, but Enid did.

You were more pessimistic, more shut off. It worried her, but she also went "ok, this is the new you. I may not like it, but it's you, we'll work with it. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. pinky promise."

You didn't really understand the point of the finger helping the promise, but still.

So, you both go to Nevermore, and Enid has a much better time fitting in than you do.

You mainly just keep to yourself, but your sister seems to always find a way to find where you are.

In a school for of outcasts, you seem to be the outcasts of outcasts.

One day, Enid comes by your room - just your luck, you don't have a room mate, genuinely lucky there in your mind - and asks you to come with her.

"And you want me there, because...?" you ask Enid as you both go up to her room.

You do always have to admit, it's nicely decorated, her room, even if not your style - you don't have the energy to both decorate it or think of things to decorate it with.

"Because, Y/N," she says, opening the door, "I finally get a roomie! And you can maybe have a new friend."

"Not good at those, E, you know that."

The words sting her - on your behalf, too - as she always hates the truth of it. People tend to ignore you; occasionally Xavier will say give you a passing nod - you're both torture artists after all - or the odd word or too. You both express yourself via your art; him with his paintings, you with your writing.

Enid always loves your words, even if their darkness, the plots, and the characters make her flinch. It's honesty and an outlet. That, and she also made sure you'd find some therapy too. You don't go all the time, but you try, sometimes.

Then, a girl called 'Wednesday Addams' enters. Stoic face, arms crossed, and eyes that convey all you need to know.

Enid does the talking, being a bit hurt at the rejected hug, but Wednesday takes notice of you. You've moved yourself to Enid's bek. bringing a typewriter out from under it. You place it on the bed, kneeling on the floor, typing away.

Enid, seeing Wednesday's look, looks back and sees you typing, "oh, no. Sorry. That's Y/N, my sibling."

There's a spark in Wednesday's eyes, seeing you type, and from a typewriter no less.

"Mx Y/N?" Weems calls out, and you look up to them, timid smile on your face as you cough to cover your embarrassed look, "would you be able to go with your sister and show Miss Addams around, please?"

"Uh, I mean...sure?"

"You don't have to," you all look to Wednesday at her words, "seeing this whole prison once would be punishment enough."

For the first time in a while, your smile is full, and you laugh. Enid smiles, happy to see you happy - even if in your mind it won't last long.

You go back to your room, giving Wednesday a nod, and bring the typewriter with you.

There's a knock at your door. You go to it, expecting some lecture from your sister; opening, however, you see Wednesday instead.

You both stare at each other for a moment. She takes in your figure in full; the tired eyes, messy hair, and low weight. She doesn't say anything, however.

"May I come in?" you open your door, allowing her access. The first thing she clocks is the Asexual-Aromantic flag covering the window of your room.

You see she has a box with her, "what's in that?" you ask.

"My typewriter," she says, looking for a place to put it.

"Oh. Here, you can put it here," you say, clearing some space on a free desk.

She nods in thanks, setting up, "I almost died today."

You pause as you go back to your typewriter, turning back to her, "I'm glad you didn't."

"For once, as am I."

"I have days like that too."

She pauses as you sit back down, typing away. You're interesting. You have a story. Both one you're telling and one about you as a person. Sure, you sort of fit one of the many groups - irony - Enid talked about outside, the outcast, but it doesn't phase you. You do your own thing. She respects that.

You remind her a small bit of Pugsley. There's a shift in her at your words.

She won't torture you like she does him. You seem to do that to yourself already, according to Enid.

And while she has an infatuation with the dark, you're not someone who deserves to be lost to it.

Enid is surprised when she sees Wednesday gravitate towards you the next day.

"Making friends?" she asks you and Wednesday as she paints her boat.

"Allies," she corrects, "Y/N is as confused about Rowan as I am," she had told you about what had happened during your writing session. While she knew she could do this on her own, having someone else believe her was oddly helpful.

"Guys...come on, we all saw him."

"It doesn't make sense, Enid."

Enid wants to believe you; really, she does. You are her sibling and Wednesday is her friend (hopefully), but the evidence is stacked against you both.

You bring Wednesday to Eugene, but you stay with the bees. Eugen has a charm to him that you admire. Makes you jealous. Wednesday sees it in you, hidden, deep down.

Enid has to admit, you're surprised you're at the tournament to cheer them both on, but she appreciates it. She's glad Wednesday is getting you out more. She never liked it that you just locked yourself away all the time. She knows it's not your fault, your brain is in fight mode with itself and so you seclude yourself to try and stop - in your words - 'dragging people down with you'.

You go to your sister and Wednesday's room instead of her going to you. You sit on the floor, typing away, sitting in the split between Enid's side and Wednesday's side. Thing normally stays near you, keeping you company and like seeing your work.

As much as neither of you like to admit it, you're good for each other. She gets you out more with the investigations, and you both bounce story ideas off of one another - you're the only one she lets read a full draft, as you are with her; and you give her someone else to be with - someone like her. Not a mirror, but a confidant who believes her.

She also makes sure you eat, bringing extra food to you without saying anything - well, sometimes she does to get your attention, but other than that she doesn't make a fuss of it.

She also sends Thing to your room if you haven't left all day. Thing checks up on you, but also sometimes brings pieces of Wednesday's works.

You see in her shorter pieces, mental health is a common topic, with the question of 'are you ok?' and phrases of 'you can tell me' and 'you aren't your struggles' cropping up every so often.

Because of Enid's - understandable - uncomfortable feelings with the case board being in her room, you and Wednesday move it to yours.

So, when you are unable to come on an investigation with her - whether that be because you have no energy, she feels it's safer if one person goes/she needs vision that only she can find, or if you're just busy with class - she'll bring back what she can find.

"I had to ask Xavier to the dance" she says to you, as you both sit on your bed, looking at the board. She had brought you copies of the records on the victims.

"Yeah?" you ask, chin resting on your hands, legs crossed.

"Yes," she confirms, "I feel he may be our killer."

"Yeah?" She doesn't mind your one-word answers, you're having a clouded head day.

"He had claw marks. He also draws the monster."

You hum, "always wondered what he did in his little shed."

"Well, now you know."

"Now I know."

"You know Bianca once asked me to a dance?"

"What did you say?"

"Well," you nudge your head to the flag, "not my thing, I think she thought about doing that siren song thing on me."

"But she didn't?" she checks.

"No," you assure, shaking your head, the two of you meeting eyes, "she didn't."

She nods.

"I envy you," she says, honestly.

"Why's that?"

"Not getting caught up in those emotions. It's a waste of time."

"The act of caring ain't too bad. But, I think I get where you're coming from."

"Are you going to the dance?"

"Might do," you say, "kill some time. Besides, haven't been much help lately with this whole thing," at 'this' you point to the board.

"I can assure you, you have been helpful enough," it's short but honest. You smile, but it's not there for long. But she knows, she knows you appreciate the words.

You dress up as best you can for the dance, with Enid's - who is way too excited - help. You find your own table, but are surprised when a chair pulls up, and it's Bianca that has joined you. She gives you a smile, you mirror it.

"Wednesday just talked to me, and I think I need to apologise."

"It's fine," you say, meaning it; you're over it.

"No. I --" you turn back to Bianca, "I should've known better. And, to think that I even thought about using my siren --"

"We're fine, Bianca, really. I'm not angry at you."

"You're not?" she asks, genuinely confused.

You shake your head, "you didn't know. It happens. People make mistakes."

Her smile now is brighter, "thank you, Y/N."

You nod, "anytime."

You sit in comfortable silence, "you want some company?"

"It's cool," you say, "go be with your friends."

She nods, standing up, and puts a hand on your shoulder, "you're a good person, Y/N."

"Have my moments," you share a smile before she departs.

You watch Wednesday dance, and you smile at the style she has.

The blood falls, and you take a moment to wash in it. At least now you're semi-clean. Or, well, technically.

Then, Wednesday approaches you, "we have to go," she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you with her.

"Who's in trouble?" you ask, knowing it was a vision she had.

"Eugene," is all she says as you both take off running.

You find him, barely alive. All you have is ringing in your ears. You put your hands on your knees. It doesn't last long, however, as you fall onto the floor. Curling up.

Wednesday finds herself crouching to your level, and saying your name. You don't respond a few times; and before she can stop herself, she puts a hand on your arm. You jump at the contact, but it makes you look up at her.

A part of her hates how much this school has made her care, how it's brought her these people, but that part of her is quiet right now. Her main thoughts are on getting Eugene to the hospital, and yourself home.

She does both, but you're silent the whole way there and back. You're not really here, eyes vacant of any expression.

Going back to her room with her, where Enid gives you a massive, crushing hug, and you find yourself breaking down in your sister's arms.

"I've got you, Y/N. I've got you. We're not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere," for once, Wednesday does not mind being included in that.

You stay in their room, passing out on the floor. Thing brings over a blanket for you.

You're not very talkative the next few days. Wednesday sends Thing to your room more and more. You catch him a few times, but you don't have the energy to address him.

You're spiralling. But parents' weekend approaches. Enid comes to your room, bringing you some food and getting you up and ready for the day.

She pretty much has to drag you up.

"I'll be there the whole time. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N."

You just nod, forcing yourself out of bed.

You both go, but you don't look exactly presentable.

Your parents and you both have a... let's say distant dynamic. You want your parents to be proud of you, but you're both overshadowed by your siblings. To be honest, with everything going on in your head and the case, you sometimes forget the other ways that you are 'not normal'. You can't wolf out like your twin.

Your mother wants to send you to a Lycanthropy camp for werewolves.

"We're not going," you say to your sister as you both walk around the grounds.

"We have no choice --"

"We always have a choice," you say, "besides, you think mum is going to stop there with me? It's either I get sent there, or some Jesus camp for 'healing', ironic as it is."

"Well, what do we do?"

"Together..." you've never been the most tactile of people, but you find yourself being it here, you take Enid's hands in your own, "together, we'll go talk to her. We're not going Enid. She can't make us. I've got your back too."

Despite knowing it was true, hearing you say it was something else. She hugs you, tight. You hug her back as well.

She pulls back, kissing your forehead, "forever," she says, and the two of you confront your mother and tell her you aren't going. Your father says he's proud, and you know he means it.

For a moment, you're happy. Elated, even.

That even continues into Wednesday's birthday surprise. You just leave a gift on her table. It's a little poem, telling her how happy you are to have her as a friend. She keeps it in good condition in her draw.

Later, she comes to your room, asking for your help to go out for the case. You join your sister and Tyler (he's an alright guy, you think) and you go to the house. The vibe is old school horror, but you continue on. You're in full detective mode, so there's barely any talking from you. Wednesday sticks to your side, having always liked this side of you - the silent observer.

"So, you're Y/N," Tyler says, being friendly. You look to him, before back to the bookcase.

You nod, "Wednesday mentions you a lot," you can detect (ha) a slight bit of jealousy in his voice. Internally, you roll your eyes; seriously? Someone gets along and they're gonna get together? Jesus.

"She's a good friend. Always there when I need her."

"Well...that's good," he says. As you mentioned, not a bad guy.

You nod, "are you her boyfriend?"

He chokes on air for a second or two, "no -- no. I mean, maybe?"

You shrug, "go for it, I say. Never know with this world, how much time you have left."

"That a threat?" you'd scared him.

"No," you say, "just an observation of the cruel world we live in," you say, putting the flashlight under your face.

"Oh...ok."

"I'm just screwing with you," you say, laughing a bit, "nothing to fear from me."

"Oh. Ok. Good. That's good," Tyler might be a good friend one day.

Your mind just reminds you of what happened to Eugene. The dark whispers of it being your fault come back.

Tyler announces he's going to check another room. A bit after he does, you hear him scream. You then drag him outside. You hear the monster attacking Wednesday and your sister, but you know Wednesday can get them out safely. You trust her.

They find you, and you all get back to Nevermore, with Xavier's help.

Wednesday's soft knock is heard on your door just as you are getting into bed. You go to the door and let her in. She paces a little.

"What happened?"

"Weems is letting me stay. Enid and I had a fight."

"Oh..."

"She left our room. Or my room, I guess I should say."

"Knew I should've gone with you."

She cocks her head to the side, stopping her pacing and putting her full attention on you.

"I sort of...I had a feeling, you know? It should've been me instead of Enid to go upstairs. I know these things freak her out. Then she wouldn't have been in danger."

"But she would still be angry at me, maybe even more so, as it was you getting attacked, and not her."

"That ain't how this works, Wendesday."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm me and she's her. I had the same feeling with Eugene. He's a good kid, didn't deserve what happened to him."

"Neither would you," she says instantly, following your track of thoughts.

"Better me than him."

"That's not true."

"Makes sense up here," you say, tapping your head. You sit on your bed, putting your face in your hands.

She sits next to you on the bed, "my visions aren't always true," she confesses, "I don't think your thoughts are either. Especially those ones."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Thing will stay here tonight," she declares.

"No, really, it's --"

"He's staying. I shall see you tomorrow, Y/N," she says, giving you one more nod before going to her own room.

"Night," you say to thin air, before you see Thing on your table.

You don't really see Wednesday after the funeral. Instead, Enid comes to your room, pacing much faster than Wednesday.

"I can't believe her!" she rambles. You sit on your bed, cross-legged as your eyes follow your sister, "she just expects everything to be ok with an 'I'm sorry'?? No, that's not how this works!"

"Enid --" you try to say, but she only keeps going.

"And she's not even thankful! I don't really think she's even that sorry!"

"Enid --" your second attempt fails as well.

"And then she --"

"ENID!" she stops, looking at you with wide eyes. You stand up, and put your hands on her shoulders, "look, I get why you're angry, ok? I get it. But, admit it, you miss her. She's our friend. And a damn good one at that."

Enid takes a breath, "I think I left something up there anyway," she's been up there a few times already. Friendship breakups are hard, you'd know.

"Go. I'll be here," you assure Enid.

She nods, going to do that.

That night, Wednesday bursts into your room, shaken.

"Shit, what happened?!" you spring out of your chair, closing the distance between you.

"Tyler... Tyler is the Hyde!"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Tyler? The scrawny dude?" you ask, Wednesday gives you a glare, you raise your hands up - and are also glad you've never gotten the glare before - "right, don't judge, given this school; dumb question, sorry."

"Fuck," you curse, hitting you hand on your table, before shaking it in pain, "shit, I'm sorry, Wednesday."

"You did nothing wrong?" she says more as a question.

"I told Tyler to give it a go with you."

"You didn't know, Y/N."

"A pretty shitty recurring theme in my life, huh?" you laugh sourly, sitting on your bed, "fucking idiot!" you hit yourself in the head, "idiot! Idiot!"

Wednesday is quick with her actions, grabbing your arms and preventing them from hitting you again. She looks at you with that strong look she has in her eyes when she's on a mission, "Y/N. This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. You did not know about Tyler. You were being a true ally and wanting my happiness. You and I might not have a lot of it, but you wanted that for me. All that is left is for us to stop Tyler."

You shut your eyes, taking a few breaths.

"We will stop him. But I require help. You are one of the few people I trust. I need you."

You open your eyes, looking to Wednesday. Her eyes still have that look, but there is a softness there too.

It's the truth.

"What do you need?" is all you ask.

Your best friend smiles.

While you try to distract Weems (by asking to see if you could actually maybe find a therapist) you are interrupted by Bianca and the Sirens.

You rush down to warn Wednesday, but you only see her being dragged out. As she sees you, she subtly shakes her head, before mouthing "Xavier" and you know what she means. It isn't him. You've got the wrong guy.

You run to the woods, lost; but then you remember you're a werewolf. You shut your eyes, listening out for anything, before sniffing. You pick up a sent, and run for it.

"Y/N! Run!" Wednesday exclaims, but it's too late as you are sent to the ground roughly, "NO!" She cries out. But you're saved. You hear growling. Wednesday, despite her own wounds, rushes to you, helping you sit up. You see a wolf in front of you.

You know who it is, but then a SNAP! is heard. Wednesday looks to you in concern, but you push her away as you begin your own transformation, Enid covering for you and getting into a scrap with the Hyde.

You join, looking back to Wednesday one more time - silently telling her to run. She does so, and so it's you and Enid.

Despite being new to the whole wolf-fighting thing, you hold your own pretty well. The closeness of your bond helps you fight. You can read each other and know each other's next move.

But, you get knocked into a tree, blacking out.

Coming back to you, you aren't in wolf form anymore, and a concerned and teary-eyed Enid is above you, shaking you.

"Oh thank god!" she cries, bringing you into a bone-crushing hug, "oh my god! Oh my god, you're ok! We're alive! We did it! We wolfed out! Together! We did it, Y/N!" her thoughts are coming out a mile-a-minute, but you can keep up.

She helps you up, and Thing climbs up your shoulder, giving you a pat on the head.

Ajax, who you've never been close to, is now dating your sister - you must've missed that, but you're happy for your sister - puts a jacket over you. You smile at him, and he pats you on the shoulder. You're off to a good start then.

You all go to the grounds, looking for Wednesday.

You find her, and you both run to her. Enid hugs her first, and Wednesday hugs back and shuts her eyes, before opening them and seeing you. Relief is in her eyes, and it seems to overwhelm her as she opens one of her arms, and you join the hug, the three of you just hugging each other.

You've made it.

Getting ready to leave, the two come down to your room after they are done packing themselves.

"Will you two be ok?" Wednesday asks, watching you shut your case that has your typewriter in.

You look back at her, giving her a smile, "if I can survive the Hyde, I can survive some time with my parents."

Her lips turn up a bit, "I knew you found me funny!"

"You had your moments of humour," she admits.

"I'll take it, Addams."

"Aw, my two besties! Getting along!" Enid celebrates.

You and Wednesday look at each other. You shrug. Guess this trio thing is going to be a full-fledged thing. You found yourself not minding. Having friends. Having these people to get you through the dark.

Maybe having friends wasn't so bad after all.

Maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

#wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #enid x reader #enid imagine

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promisingyounglady · 8 months ago

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four eyes. | BF x Reader

PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term ‘slut’, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,

A/N: this is the most filthiest shit I’ve ever written and if you like this ur crazy… *reblogs, comments and likes the post*

“What are you up to?” he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.

You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.

“I wanna try these on” you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.

You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.

The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.

A firm hand comes to still yourself. “Careful” he says softly, hands warm.

Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.

“You don’t wanna wear these, they don’t look good on anyone. Including me.” he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.

But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. “I like them, they’re cute,” you tell him.

“Well what d’ya know?” Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi there, four eyes” he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase he’s been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.

Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.

“Jesus, Bob, you really are blind!” You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.

Bob’s become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending he’s listening.

“You should go to the eye doctor, honey”

Bob peaks through, giving you a look. “That’s where I got them”

“Hm.”

The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bob’s lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.

“You’re so soft.” he murmurs.

“Honey,” you call to your boyfriend.

“Hm?” Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.

You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.

“I wanna try something.” you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.

Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.

Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Come sit, Robert” you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.

His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.

“I want you to cum on these glasses”

Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.

“What?”

You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.

“Baby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!”

You’re worried you’re going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.

You’ve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. It’s not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.

He’s panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.

“You gotta let me speak-“

“Please, Bobby” you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.

“I want you to cum while I have your glasses on” you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. “Like in those pornos” you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.

“Nobody says pornos anymore” he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.

Bob clears his throat. “You, um, want me to give you a facial?” He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.

You nod eagerly.

“A-Are you sure?” He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy can’t help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.

You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.

“Please, honey, I want you to see me painted” you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.

Bob thinks he’s gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. “Let me know if it's too much baby” he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.

You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. “Want you so bad, Bobby, let me suck you”

Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bob’s big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.

The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floyd’s dick.

You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.

Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.

“That’s it baby, doing so well for me” he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.

“God, I love you!” he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.

”So pretty, such a pretty girl” he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.

“I love you too, Bobby” you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.

”H-How,” he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses you’re wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.

“I think I’m gonna cum, baby” he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.

“Please baby, give it to me” you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors don’t brush against your folds.

Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.

Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.

“Fucking hell” Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.

You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bob’s glory.

You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.

It’s only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry for the mess” he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.

“It’s okay” you reply, voice hoarse. You couldn’t help but feel happy, even if you didn’t cum (Bob would see to it later of course).

You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.

“You’re crazy sometimes, you know that?” Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.

You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.

”Thank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.” He jokes.

”Thanks for the facial” you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so you’re straddling him again.

Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.

You put on the glasses again. He looks up.

“Bobby, where’s the Polaroid camera?”

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kulai · 12 days ago

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Day 28 - 30: Addams Family and Enid with Snoods on Hallows Eve

Thing took the picture! He has his own snood bundled up on his wrist lol

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tempobaekh · 2 years ago

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Pt.2 of some behind the scenes photos from Wednesday🫶🏻

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jybyls · 3 months ago

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Table

Wednesday: *bangs her papers on the table out of frustration*

Enid: Hey, don't be mean to that thing ! How would you like it if I banged you on the table ?

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday:

Enid: Don't answer that.

Y/n: What am I doing here ?

#jenna ortega #wednesday addams incorrect quotes #jenna marie ortega #wenclair #emma myers #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega imagine

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boojangs · 3 months ago

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I'll never recover from the absolute lunacy of the Wednesday finale. Enid really thought she would never see Wednesday again, went in for a hug, got rebuffed, and was totally like, "Okay, I hear you. BTW we'll fuck Tyler up if he tries something, please don't worry! I'M GONNA MISS YOU."

And then the very next time Enid sees Wednesday, Enid's in her wolf form, takes time out of a fight to give Wednesday PUPPY DOG EYES, and then makes sure Wednesday gets away safely. Then proceeds to nearly get her throat ripped out but at least Wednesday was safe!!!!

And THEN the next time Enid sees Wednesday, it's after Enid's scared something happened to her because none of her friends had any information on her! Imagine her surprise when small, dark, and pissed off appears out of the misty shadows!! Enid was so overwhelmed with every emotion ever and just HAD to cross Wednesday's no hug boundary!

And imagine her further surprise when Wednesday TOUCH ME AND DIE Addams pulled her back into a hug!! Enid held her like she never wanted to let go because there she is! Right in her arms!! Thank GOD!!!

It's even funnier from Wednesday's point of view. The last time she saw Enid, she left her crying alone in their dorm because she just had to get herself expelled. Wednesday, who was so jealous that Enid told a taxidermy squirrel she'd miss the creepy lifeless eyes waking her up, when we all know Enid really meant her. The same Wednesday who had a speech prepared to make her roommate feel better. Didn't want to say goodbye!!!

Wednesday stumbling around in the woods after almost dying in a crypt, being accosted by a douche bag barista who turns into a fucking MONSTER. And who comes to her rescue but her notoriously un-wolf werewolf roommate!! Wednesday was SHOOK. "Enid? The girl that cried when she had to say goodbye to me six hours ago?? MY Enid????" Her face was so shocked.

Then of course, the next time she sees Enid, she's getting linebacker TACKLED into a hug. And she was like OKAY FIRST OF ALL- but then the argument died when she looked at Enid!!

The crying face from this morning is now covered in blood and still crying, because the scaredy cat werewolf almost gave her life to make sure Wednesday was okay!!! Wednesday decided in that goddamn moment that Enid was hers!! NO MORE CRYING FACES, BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE. YOU WERE MAGNIFICENT.

Wednesday thought she'd never see Enid again, let alone see her risk her life for her.

Enid thought she'd never see Wednesday again, let alone be held in her arms for a lifetime.

#wenclair #they're canon #imagine thinking the girl you have a crush on is on a train headed home only for you to realize she's in trouble!#enid was like I'M SAVING WEDNESDAY MYSELF EVERYONE FUCKING MOVE #and girlie didn't even have her wolf powers lmao #reckless idiots oh how i adore thee #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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cabispace · 4 months ago

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Deadly hers

Enid : Let's do some icebreaker questions to get to know each other better okay ? Wednesday, let's start with you, describe yourself to everyone in one word

Wednesday point at Enid : Hers.

Enid : I was expecting deadly but it work too

Yoko whispering to Bianca : New it, want my money now

#incorrect quotes #incorrect wednesday quotes #wednesday #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagine #wednesday incorrect quotes #wednesday addams #enid imagine #enid sinclair #enid sinclair imagine #wenclair #yoko imagine #yoko tanaka imagine #yoko tanaka #bianca barclay #wenclair imagine #bianca barclay imagine #bianca imagine

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 1 year ago

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Daryl: If ya bite it an’ ya die, s’poisonous. If it bites ya an’ ya die, s’venomous.

Carl: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Enid: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Carl, learn to listen.

Glenn: What if it bites itself and I die?

Michonne: That's Voodoo.

Abraham: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Eugene: That's correlation, not causation.

Tara: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Y/N: That's kinky.

Daryl, throwing his hands up and walking away: Oh my god.

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Enid x reader - not getting hurt that easy

I love your fics and I come out with an idea for one. Could it be a Enid SincalirxReader fic in which she has a nightmare and accidentally hurts the reader and then she feels so bad about it so the reader has to comfort her? - Anon💜

You weren’t sleeping, so when your dorm door creaked open you rolled over and watched as it closed again.

Enid must’ve thought you were sleeping, because she quietly took her shoes off and hung her hoodie up at the door and slowly crept over.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked softly.

She jumped a little and pat around trying to find you bed.

When she did she flopped on to it and crawled up to lay in front of you.

“How’d you know it was me?” She asked.

“Enid, love, you’re the only one who creeps into my room most nights, and you seem to forget vampires have better sight, smell and hearing.”

“Right… I forgot…” she laughed softly.

You set your phone aside and wrapped your arms around the werewolf, holding her to your chest as you placed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked gently.

She nodded her head and yawned slightly, tugging at the bottom of your hoodie.

“There’s one on the floor.”

“But I want this one…” she pouted.

Laughing, you sat up and took it off, letting her put it on and you grabbed the hoodie in the floor and pulled it over your head.

Laying back down again you got Enid comfortable and talked to her until she finally fell asleep.

You decided to sleep as well, you didn’t need to but you enjoyed sleeping when Enid was with you, it made you feel a little more normal.

What woke you up was the sharp pain coming from your chest.

Eyes snapping open, a red hue in them, you quickly grabbed whatever it was that was hurting you and pulled it away.

Enid was thrashing about, mumbling something you couldn’t understand, her heart was pounding and sweat rolled down her face.

Rolling her over, you sat on her legs and pinned her arms over her head with one hand as you gently placed the other on the side of her face.

“Wake up sweetheart…”

You gently shook her, and after a bit of gentle encouragement she woke up.

Her terrified eyes met yours, and tears started to pool in her eyes.

“Oh come here.”

Turning the lamp on, you sat behind her and pulled her into your chest, wrapping your arms around her waist.

You held back the wince as you felt pressure on the wound on your chest, and focused on calling Enid and comforting her.

“I’m sorry…” she sniffled.

“No, it’s okay, don’t be sorry love.”

Kissing her head, you gently removed her and tucked her into the bed.

“I’ll be right back.”

You walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind you, locking it your turned the light in and stripped the hoodie, frowning at the ripped fabric before tossing it aside.

Enid waited penitently for you, she looked around the room to make sure it really was safe, and that’s when she saw it.

The blood where you had been sat.

Quickly she checked herself over for any injuries but she couldn’t find any.

She heard you hiss from the bathroom and she stood up, slowly walking over she knocked on the door.

“What’s up love?” You called.

“Can I come in…?” She asked softly.

“Gimme a second.”

Enid refused and used her claws to unlock the bathroom door and push it open.

There she found you stood with a damn cloth in your hand, wiping away the blood from your skin.

She saw the three gashes on your skin, and her hands flew to her mouth as she let out a chocked sob and stumbled backwards.

You dropped the cloth and rushed over, catching her in your arms but she scrambled to get away and you let her.

“Enid it’s okay.”

“I… I did that…?”

You smiled softly and crouched down, resting your arms on your knees.

“Enid look at me.”

She shook her head and buried her face into her knees.

“Look at me love.”

Slowly she raised her head to look up at you.

“Look at them, they’re already healed.”

“But… but I hurt you…”

“Enid, it’s going to take much more than that to hurt me seriously. It was just a scratch.”

You stood up and swept her into your arms.

She rested her head on your shoulder and sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.

You walked over to the bed, sitting down you held her in your arms and peppered her face in kisses.

She laughed softly, leaning into your touch and pulled you to lay down with her.

Enid looked into your eyes, still slightly red from the startle of being hurt, but she wasn’t scared, she liked your eyes like that.

Tucking her head under your chin, she curled into your arms and you hummed lightly under your breath to lull her back to sleep

#Wednesday #Enid #enid x reader #enid x y/n #Enid x you #Enid imagine #Enid sinclair #enid sinclair x you #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair x y/n #Enid sinclair imagine

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