#enid sinclair x you

[teaaagan]

Evil

Y/N: I have found a foolproof method to determine if someone is truly evil.

Wednesday: And that is?

Y/N: If they dislike Enid, they are evil.

Wednesday, nodding in agreement: Yeah, ok, that’s pretty sound logic.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Summary: Wednesday seems to be happy this morning…who died?

Something must’ve occurred overnight, or your were being optically deceived via an illusion but Wednesday Addams was…smiling? Quite frankly it creeped you out. Not to say that she shouldn’t smile, that wasn’t what you were trying to say; Wednesday looked beautiful when she smiled but there was a significant difference in her smiles that to anyone else -other then yourself and Enid- they would look identical.

“You look to be in a good mood this morning Wednesday, who’s the unfortunate soul to have died for a smile to grace your abysmal gravestone of a face?” You asked whilst making yourself a drink and a bite to eat. The girl merely scoffed at your words, her lips secretly upturned behind her drink that she used for cover. “It’ll be you should you continue to pester in my affairs.” She said coldly, yet she did nothing when you moved to press a kiss to the side of her head as you passed her by.

“She saw Headmistress Weems fall down a flight of stairs.” Enid answered as she came into the room in obnoxiously loud sleepwear. “It was an exquisite sight.” Wednesday defended herself before casting her dark gaze over at you where they twinkled with a sense of morbid delight. “You should’ve been there to see it y/n, you surly would have appreciated it,” She paused briefly as her eyes darted over to Enid, “unlike our dear Enid here who screamed bloody murder.”

The blonde made a noise of offence as she turned to confront your darkly clothed girlfriend, arms crossed like an disappointed mother about to scold her child for eating mud. “She could’ve gotten hurt! Or worse!” “That would’ve made for quite the viewing pleasure.” Wednesday replied, unfazed as she took a long sip of her drink while you could only attempt to hide your laughter at the horrid look on Enid’s face. The pair continued their back and fourth for a little while longer as you acted as their silent spectator; Watching on in amusement as Enid questioned Wednesday’s morals and as Wednesday made no attempt in objecting to the obvious.

“Thank you Nevermore.” You said solely to yourself, “I guess you were useful for something after all.”

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Wednesday: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Bianca thinks we're conspiring against her

Wednesday: oooh

Bianca: what are they talking about?

Enid, having heard everything: murder

[sunsetrendezvous]

Hi love can you please write some enid x fem reader headcanons

Enid Sinclair Relationship Headcanons

Summary: A brief overview of what a relationship with Enid would be like.

Note: I don’t know why my brain stopped working half way through this so I apologise if this seems lacklustre at best. I’ll probably redo this at a later date.

Congratulations, you’re now dating the personification of a human golden retriever.

I think it goes without saying that she’s very affectionate with you, more so than with anyone else.

Is almost always holding your hand, hugging you or pressing a kiss to somewhere on your face.

Whenever you let go of her hand, she’s eager to hold it again as soon as possible.

She absolutely adores cuddling with you at night. Definitely prefers being the small spoon but is happy with being big spoon too.

Enid seems like the type to hold you hostage in bed in the morning, using her werewolf strength to make sure you can’t escape from her cuddles.

Loves having dates at the carnival, going out shopping together, or doing any other type of fun activity.

You can bet that at least once per outing, she’ll be taking out her phone to take a picture of you to remember the moment, or a selfie of you both while you’re out.

Matching jewellery and clothes are a must. She likes having a little reminder of you on her at all times.

Enid is surprisingly well in tune with almost everyone’s emotions, more so if she knows them well. The second she notices something could be upsetting you, she’s there and offering you an empathetic ear and advice.

She gets even more affectionate after an interaction with her mother and seeks out your comfort and support immediately, please be sure to provide.

Overall, an incredibly wholesome with a lot of love and affection.

[biggestsimponhere]

I wasn’t gonna talk about it, hoping someone else would say it but I’ve seen it too many times now. PLEASE DO NOT tag ships that are NOT in the fanfic. If it’s a fic for Xavier I don’t want to see “Wednesday Addams x reader” or “Tyler Galpin x reader” in the tags. Please tag your fics with the correct ship if it’s Xavier x reader just tag it “Xavier Thorpe x reader” if there’s other characters that ARE NOT with the reader just tag their name without the X reader. I know you want to have more tags so more people see it but there are plenty of other tags such as the show name or “Wednesday Characters x reader”, anyways thank you for coming to my rant.

I’m sorry if this comes off bitchy I just would please like fics to be tagged correctly so I can read what I was actually looking for <3

THIS GOES FOR ALL FANDOMS BTW!!!!!

PLEASE TAG YOUR FICS CORRECTLY, I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US FANFICS 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[herlondonboy]

7:3

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader

Summary: 7 reasons to go, 3 reasons to stay

Warnings: suicide, suicidal thoughts, vent fic I guess, so uh, like bcos I need validation 🫶 pure, unfiltered, angst. (Part two here) (Tagging: @lxtins @allisonsblog @wednesday-l0ver @capryuk @smolgayhooman @elduster because they said they’d read it x)

Word Count: 1.1k

Seven reasons to go, three reasons to stay. It honestly seems like such an easy answer, but if you add a zero onto the end of both numbers it becomes harder. Seventy reasons to go, thirty reasons to stay. You sat atop of this hill, resting your back against the oak tree. Weighing the reasons in your head made the pit in your stomach grow, but it needs to be soon.

1. You have no family.

In a fit of blind rage at eight, you set your house ablaze. The fire started in your parents bedroom where you, your mother and father and your little brother were. Larissa Weems, a family friend, was quick to aid you. She brought you to Nevermore and raised you like her own. It was abnormal for normie families to have Outcast children, but that just meant the Outcast gene laid dormant for a few generations. You didn’t speak to anyone for seven years after the incident.

Though Larissa was the closest thing you had to a family, she wasn’t your family and the kids at school liked to remind you of that.

2. The overwhelming anger.

Your nostrils flared as you watched the boy, whose name you never bothered to learn, called you an orphan for the umpteenth time that day. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm until you felt blood rolling down. Pain makes you human, Larissa had said to you. Why wasn’t it working? A wolf pushed you and you struck him with flame covered fist. Your hand was burned onto his face and he hand to live in humiliation with that scar for the rest of his life.

The kids around you immediately dissipated and ran away from you. Then your roommate asked to switch dorms

3. People would finally care.

They don’t care until it’s too late. You knew this now, throwing the noose end of the rope over the highest branch that you could reach. You couldn’t even cry. Why would cry? Crying for the people that never even batted an eyelash at you. For he people that saw your pain and laughed in your face, dancing on what was left of your happiness, hoping to ruin it all for you. You can imagine the people that pushed you to this crying in each other’s arms as your body was lowered into the ground. Who do they think they are?

4. You hurt everyone you touched.

Larissa had pulled you into a hug when you came to her office sobbing. You were hesitant to accept it, but you did in the end. You remember her scream and push you away. It haunted your nightmares every. Single. Night. You looked down at your hands and your eyes widened at the melted fabric on your palms. She told you that it was all right and that she was just shocked, but you didn’t believe her.

You began using weird techniques you’d read about in books from the library; sitting in the kitchen’s walk in freezer for as long as you could, taking ice baths, letting your anger out in a controlled environment.

5. The dreams.

Waking up drenched in sweat and covered in a crisp duvet was not your forte. In fact, waking up wasn’t your forte. Your family coming back from the dead to berate you, blame you. They wanted to kill you back. Your brother showing you what could’ve been, what would’ve been, what should’ve been him. A dashing you man, your mother had said before casting her eyes over you in disgust. You wanted to apologise, but that didn’t deserve it. They should have to beg you for forgiveness. The world should have to beg you for your forgiveness. And it would have if you really wanted it to. You had the power to burn the world to ash.

6. You’d stop being a burden.

Larissa Weems already had a whole school of children to deal with. And, though she didn’t say it, you knew having you in her office for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was bothering her. You didn’t want to admit it, but you grew to like her presence, so instead of staying cooped up in your room, you stayed cooped up in her office. You’d get short, curt answers when asking something and you took that as a hint.

7. Eternal peace.

You’d be free from all your suffering. You’d be dead, you’d be gone. There’s no analogy for this reason. It’s just a fact. You wanted to be gone, that’s all.

But now the reasons to stay.

1. Your Larissa.

She really was your family. The reason you were still alive right now, but it was proving not to be enough. You just hoped that she didn’t blame herself for this. She had saved you and protected you for as long as she could, but now it was down to you. You had to make a decision and it led to you tightening the rope around the trunk of the tree.

2. The people that liked your company.

You had met Enid Sinclair in your fourth year of solitude since you’d come to Nevermore. She walk talkative and it was nice for the both of you. She liked having someone that listened to her ranting and you liked listening to someone talk to you without belittling your feelings. Then you met Wednesday on your 16th birthday, three years later. She was Enid’s roommate and you were scared that Wednesday was going to take her away from you. But that’s not what happened. Soon in days where you waited for Enid in her dormitory, you found yourself enjoying the silence between you. It wasn’t that Enid’s rambling was annoying, but silence was nice every once in a while. Lastly, you met Eugene. He reminded you of your little brother, predominantly the good parts of him. He was a perfect mix of Wednesday and Enid. You loved hearing about his bees and how his mom’s were doing. You adored reading books with him in the library. He helped you get over your fear of yourself.

3. Life.

Sure, you hated life. But there were fun times like when you were five, on your father’s shoulders as he ran through the forest by Nevermore. Or on your fifteen birthday when Enid and Larissa threw you a surprise party in your dorm where’re the three of you danced the night away. Not to mention when you made Eugene laugh. A smile graced your face the whole day after hearing him cackle at a note you gifted to him. Even if it go you kicked out from the library.

It was moments like that that you craved.

But you didn’t get much more because here you were, standing on a stool as you put your head through the noose. Just as you strained to kick the stool away, you heard a scream.

“No!” They said, but it was too late.

Wednesday was too late.

[fandomnerd9602]

Enid, in her werewolf form, begs Y/N…

Enid: please! Baby please!

Y/N: you are terrible (laughs)

Enid: come on! Just once!

Y/N: oh fine

Y/N grabs a stick and throws it.

Enid wags her tail and happily gives chase…

[specialagentlokitty]

Enid x reader - love this

can you do an enid x gn! reader where the reader can turn into a cat?? - Anon💜

Laying on the roof of Ophelia hall, you sighed in content as the sun beamed down on you.

Compared to the quad below and the hallways which were bustling with students and teachers moving from rooms or just standing around talking.

“How do you even get up there?”

You turned your head, lazily looking at the bubbly werewolf who was leaning against her balcony.

You rolled over, laying on your stomach, hand hanging from the roof as you offered her a lazy smile and a small wave.

“Perks of being a shifter, particularly one who turns into a cat.”

“Well, can you come down?”

You hummed, sitting on the edge of the roof as you shrugged and dropped down, landing easily on your feet.

Enid quickly rushed over and wrapped you up in a hug, one which you happily returned, burying your face into her shoulder.

Enid beamed, holding you a little tighter.

When she pulled away, she took your hand and dragged you into her room, sitting you on her bed as she ruffled through her bag.

“Here!”

She showed you some hair dye and you titled your head a little bit in confusion.

“You’re dying your hair?”

“No it’s for you silly! So we can match!” She beamed.

You quickly stood up and shuffled nervously.

“Enid I’m not dying my hair.” You warned.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” She grinned.

You shook your head and Enid laughed and tired to grab your hands but you quickly dodged her.

Enid laughed loudly and begun to chase you.

You jumped on her bed, and she jumped up, just barely missing you as you jumped off, a black smoke surrounding you as you turned into a small cat.

“Not fair!”

You ran straight for the open window and scrambled up to the roof, knowing she couldn’t get to you and she pouted.

You sat there looking down at her, tail swishing a little bit as you proudly looked down.

“Cheater…” she pouted.

You simply just purred and laid down, resting your head on your paws while Enid pouted and walked off.

You slept for a few hours, you heard Wednesday come into the room, and you woke up to the sound of her typewriter.

Jumping from the roof, you walked back through the open window and let out a yawn and a stretch.

“(Y/N), I told you not to come in here like that, you get fur all over everything.”

You simply huffed and walked over to the brightly coloured side of the room, leaping on the bed as you circled around and laid down.

You quickly returned to sleep, and when Enid came back an hour later she smiled as your from curled up on her bed.

Walking over, she laid down and ruffled your fur a little.

Black smoke surrounded you again, and you rolled over, tired eyes peering into hers as you yawned.

“About time…”

Pulling her closer you buried your face into her next and took a deep breath.

“Nap time…”

“You’ve been sleeping all day!” She laughed softly.

“Shhhh…”

Enid laughed, holding you gently as she nuzzled her head against yours.

She loved moments like this, just holding you in her arms while you napped in her arms.

You could sleep anywhere, but you always made sure it was in her arms so she was nearby you when you woke up and you knew where she was

[teaaagan]

Sauce

Y/N: can you get some laundry detergent on the way back, hon?

Enid: laundry detergent?

Y/N: you know, the liquid you pour into a washing machine

Enid: OH you mean laundry sauce

Wednesday, utterly disgusted: what the fuck

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you maybe do a Wednesday and Enid x reader (platonic or romantic) where basically the reader comes from a very rich family and likes to spoil Wednesday and Enid.

(I hope this makes sense)

Is this what you wanted? Idk but I thought a headcannon format would be more sufficient for this but again idk. You tell me.

You spare no expenses when it came to Wednesday and Enid. You never bothered to try in fact because it didn’t really matter, as the money spent would eventually find itself back into your parents bank account anyways so why should you fret about accidentally crossing certain thresholds?

So when Wednesday’s typewriter starts having complications, hindering her writing time, you assured her that you would be able to get it fixed by the best people there was in fixing things. However it turns out that the typewriter was irreparably damaged and you had to buy Wednesday a new one that was personalised to be coated in a matte black colour and you even had her initials engraved on the front of it in gold cursive.

Wednesday may not have looked visibly thrilled at the new typewriter but her bland words of “I’m so ecstatic that my face can not comprehend how to convey it.” Were all you needed to know that she did in fact liked her new typewriter and began working on her book as though nothing ever happened. The next day you found a dead bird in front of your dorm, this was Wednesday’s way of saying ‘thank you.’

You even went out of your way to find enid a new part for her laptop when she complains to you that she couldn’t get anything do without it. So once again you went off to find the best shops available in Jericho that could help you in finding what you needed. Unfortunately due to it being the city of Jericho there weren’t a single good shop in sight that even had the part you needed in stock nor even in the back with the rest of the recent deliveries.

Typical.

With that you resorted to plan b and reached out online to shops elsewhere and ordered it for a next day delivery as to save yourself and enid the agonising waiting game. You even got her some other parts should this happen again but all of them were expensive and of state of the art manufacturing with the added promise of longevity and efficiency.

Enid was gobsmacked when she learnt that you did this all for her. “How can I pay you back for doing this for me?” She would ask but all you told her was that you didn’t need to be paid back for as long as she was happy and that the part was doing it’s job smoothly without any hitches, then that’s all the payment you desired.

This didn’t stop at fixing and or replacing their broken stuff but it also extended to their birthdays where you got enid more squishmellows for her growing pile, top of the range designer clothing that you’d knew she would look stunning in, new sets of nail polish, moisturisers, makeup and some new fairy lights should her current ones light their final night.

For Wednesday it was a little more trickier as she hated her birthday being celebrated in the traditional sense that you and enid were brought up with and instead you bought her an actual guillotine that she had set up next to her cello outside on the balcony of Ophelia Hall, dissection kits, things to keep her cello in top condition, some dark flowers that didn’t require much caring for, pacidermy animals much to Enid’s dismay as Wednesday would always seemingly have them face her whenever she said something that Wednesday wasn’t particularly fond of.

When Wednesday and enid try to repay you on your generosity, enid worries that due to your upbringing, you would be expecting diamonds, gold and the such thrown at your feet but Wednesday told her that she was exaggerating and that yes, you were born into an extremely wealthy family but the addams noted that you have a preference for the smaller things. So out they went to Jericho and chose a couple of things that they thought you’d might like.

Enid got you some cute toys that she though would add to your dorm along with getting you a matching snood with her and Wednesday that you could all wear to class together. Wednesday got you a necklace with a dead crow with a black Dalia sprouting from it’s heart with some of it’s crystal feathers dotted here and there up the silver chain as to give off the impression that this crow was shot out of the sky. She also got you some uncouth stuff like a hand mace or an taser for self defence for when people who couldn’t get the hint.

She wouldn’t admit it but even Wednesday was a little nervous that you might not like what they got you. However she didn’t have to continue putting belief into that thought as your eyes light up at each and everything that she and Enid got you that by the end of it you looked to both of them with the widest grin they’ve ever seen. “Thank you both so much! I love everything you’ve given me! Nobody’s given me things that I actually like!”

“What do you mean by that y/n?” Enid asks, confused.

“My parents think that splashing their money on expensive stuff for me is what I want but it’s not, I could care less about having the state of the art phone, tv, clothes, none of that matters to me but it seems that to them, that’s all that matters is to not only be rich but look rich too…so when they started putting large sums of money into my bank account, I spent it on the things that I want, on the clothes that I felt good in rather then what they think I’d look good in for their reputation. So I thank you both for these,” you told them as you squeezed one of the plushies Enid bought you close to your chest, “I love them a lot.”

“Even the taser?” Enid asked as Wednesday stared at her

You chuckled, “yes, even the taser. After all you can never be too sure when a creep is nearby.” You looked to Wednesday who’s lips almost uplifted into a proper smile but came back down into it’s neutral state just seconds later.

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Enid: Next question. You’re into Y/n.

Wednesday: That’s not a question.

Enid: So you agree, it’s a fact.

[eufezco]

;Y/N'S CAMERA ROLL🐺🍭💐 DATING ENID VERSION

tyler g. version // wednesday a. version

BLOOD WARNING!!

📸 – Enid sends you photos all day. You ask her how she is doing and you get a photo of her pouting, and instead of telling you that she's on her way to the Poe Cup, she just sends you a cute photo of her in her cat outfit.

📸 – Enid sends you a lot of photos of her and your mutual friends. But especially with Ajax. You get that he's her best friend but he's suspiciously close to her all the time. You'd be like

—Send me the photos of the dance!!

And she would send you all the photos in her gallery from that night including the ones you were not in.

—Not a fan 😑 —. You replied to the one with Ajax. OF COURSE, it was just a joke because most of their photos together were taken by you.

📸 – Photos of her outfits. She takes so much pride in them and you always praise how cute she looks. Sometimes she's getting dressed up and thinking —Oh, they're gonna love this one —. She looked the prettiest in her dance dress and she still looked as pretty as before when her outfit was ruined by those idiots with the fake blood, but you got her to pose for you by convincing her that she looked just as good as she did, which was true. Wednesday said that Enid's outfit improved exponentially.

📸 – Of course the hoodie!! She made one for you but you always make sure that she's wearing hers so she woudn't catch a cold and to make sure that you could take some cute photos of her to post them on Instagram and brag about how cute your girlfriend is on her burrito form.

📸 - Random photos of Enid because you are in love with her.

📸 – Enid loves to steal your phone and take really close-up selfies. Like hundreds of them at the same time just putting different faces and then leaving your phone in the same place as if nothing happened. You'd open your gallery and find hundreds of photos of her and any normal human being would delete them but you would last like a whole week before you were able to.

📸 –PHOTOS OF HER WITH BLOOD EVERYWHERE?? You knew she was going out with Wednesday and some more, so when it was getting late at night you texted her to know if she was okay and if she was accompanied by someone or if she was alone, and she'd be like

—Yes I'm with Bianca. Look —. And would send you that photo with blood all over her like it's nothing.

—OKAY BUT WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD? IS THAT YOURS?

Luckily that time wasn't hers but oh man, that the day she was late for one of your dates and you decided to text her to check if something happened and she replied with an

—I'm in the nurse's office. look what happened:(

AND SHE SENT YOU A PHOTO WITH THE BIGGEST AND BLOODIEST WOUND ON HER FOREHEAD YOU HAD EVER SEEN. But it was the sad emoji and her face on the photo, again, like it was nothing, what really gets you.

—OMG ENID? I'M ON MY WAY.

[biggestsimponhere]

At this point i’m actually begging you, IM BEGGING YOU, please tag your fics correctly, let me reiterate if it’s an for example “Xavier x reader fic” don’t tag it “Tyler x reader” or “wednesday x reader” people don’t want to see the wrong fics while trying to find the fic they were looking for, i KNOW you want that reach because i do too. there are plenty of other tags that you could use for reach such as the actors name or for example “Wednesday characters x reader” or “stranger things characters x reader” but i’ve seen WAY too many people tag their fics wrong and i thought the last post would stop it but ig it didn’t reach far enough.

again i hope this didn’t come off bitchy i just want correctly tagged fics 😭

AGAIN THIS GOES FOR ALL THE FANDOMS!!!!

THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US FICS, WE DONT KNOW WHAT WE’D DO WITHOUT YOU, LOVE YOU, PLEASE KEEP FEEDING US (correctly tagged) FICS

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Possibly, MAYBE could you do a fluff of Enid x reader?

For You

[pairings]: Enid Sinclair x Reader

[Summary]: You got into a fight. again. But luckily your beautiful girlfriend is there to take care of you.

[warnings]: There is not much. Maybe a little swearing. Also i'm not good at writing fluff soo, yeah.

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You never were someone who takes shit from others. Hence why you were always in trouble. But  then you met Enid, and your whole world turned upside down. At first you were admiring her from afar, but then one day she approached you. You guys started talking and after a while you gathered the courage to ask her out.  Soon you guys were the rather intense couple of Nevermore. You have met Wednesday. She isn’t really fond of you, but that’s just Wednesday.

One day you were walking the halls of Nevermore when a group of boys came up to you.

They started lightly with threads and slight pushes. But then one of them started talking about your relationship with a certain werewolf. That was the moment you snapped. Enid knew you were a little over-protective, possessive and all, but you never ever picked a fight because of her.

It surprised the group of boys when you punched one of them in his jaw. He looked at you and for a brief moment, you regretted it. Not because of him, but because of Enid. She made you swear you wouldn’t pick any fights anymore. Then the moment his fist collided with your stomach you knew you were long gone. After a while the whole group was fighting you and you were getting weaker and weaker by the moment. You didn’t notice the crowd of people surrounding you guys. You felt like you were about to pass out when all of you heard a loud shout.

 “ Enough! “ 

It was Ms.Weems, the principal. The next thing you know you were back at your dorm lying in bed with your fresh wounds, too tired to take care of them. After a while you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and slowly got up and headed towards the door. When you opened it you were  met with the sight of a worried and pissed Enid. Once you saw her face you took a step back. “ H-Hey, look. I-I was just- you know, like- i was- I’m sorry! “ You abandoned the thought of explaining and chose to apologize. She stepped into the room and as soon as she did, most of her anger was replaced by concern. She slowly took her hands and placed them on both sides of your face, holding it carefully. 

“Oh my god, are you okay? “ She said as she looked at your bloodied face.

“ Yeah i’m- “

“ Sit down “

And that you did. You sat down and she was quick to move between your legs and start inspecting your wounds. She let go of your face and went to get the first-aid kit. She came back and immediately started  treating the wounds on your face. After she was done she took a step back and looked at you “ Take off your shirt. “ You looked at her, raising your eyebrows. “ Oh, don’t give me that look. I just want to take care of the bruises and wounds you have there. “ She said with reddening cheeks. 

You smirked and took off your shirt. She slowly leaned down and started to clean the open wounds. After she was done she put away the first-aid kit and sat down beside you on your bed. “ Promise me, you are not going to do that again? “ She looked at you with her puppy eyes.

You sighed and nodded “ Okay. I promise “ You slid closer to her and kissed her lips softly. She giggled as you started to tickle her sides.

“ Stop! Stop!” She yelled while laughing.

“ Shh, I'm pretty sure it’s past curfew. So you better keep quiet” You whispered in her ear as she slowly calmed down and looked into your eyes. 

“ I love you “ 

You smiled and kissed her lips passionately, she pulled away with a  sigh and laid her head on your chest. “ I love you too “ You said as you saw her looking up at you. 

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A/N: It's really short, sorry!

[herlondonboy]

Dear Reader

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic!reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader / Eugene Otinger x platonic!reader

Summary: To whom it may concern, I’m sorry.

Warnings: suicide, suicide notes, grief, guilt, self hate, kinda graphic? sad, spelling mistakes. part 2 of 7:3 (read here), but can be read as a solo fic. (Tagging: @natashamaximoff69 @lxtins @hizzygizzy @justarandomweeblol @donnabenevientosbitch @capryuk @dksjskx @maryannecrimsworth @nitchxhdc @x666hours @allisonsblog

Word Count: 1.3k

“No!” Wednesday exclaimed as she ran up the hill at an unnatural speed.

She had gotten the vision too late. She saw whilst she was beekeeping with Eugene and Enid, you were supposed to be coming down, but they had gotten started because you were usually late. Enid had caught her when she suddenly collapsed and shook. She saw you emotionlessly tying a noose by your tree. Then you were placing four envelopes underneath a rock that read “E W E y/i”

“Wednesday?” Enid asked in concern when the shorter girl gasped awake.

“y/n.” Wednesday said softly before jumping up. She took off the beekeeping uniform and rushed out. “y/n’s in danger. Get Weems.” She called out behind her.

She watched from afar as you stood onto the stool and wrapped the rope around your neck. Wednesday called out for you, but she was too far away. Her legs ached as she tripped over her feet. She groaned and pushed herself back up. Enid and Eugene had just got to Larissa and she immediately shot up into action.

You strained to kick the stool away and Wednesday watched in horror as you struggled until there was no fight left in you.

It looked like you were sleeping, she hoped that you were sleeping, she hoped that you were sleeping.

Wednesday made it to the tree and, with shaky, sweaty, she untied the rope from the trunk. She let you down slowly and once you were lying on the ground, she rushed over to you. She took the rope from around your neck and placed your head onto her lap and checked your pulse. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt. You looked so peaceful.

She was alone like that, cradling your head in her lap for what felt like hours. Guilt ridden by your death. She should’ve been there for you. All three of them should’ve been there for you. Why didn’t you tell them that you were hurting? Why?

“Wednesday?” Weems asked, approaching slowly.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop them. I’m- I’m sorry.” Weems kneeled next to Wednesday over your body. She sobbed for you, her child.

Enid, who was walking in front of Eugene saw the rope on the branch and the shake of the principal’s shoulders and stopped. She turned to Eugene with a fake smile. “Uh, I think that they have it sorted. y/n will be alright, I’m sure. Let’s go… keep the bees.” Enid said, spinning Eugene around and he smiled at her.

Some alone time with his crush would surely do him some good, right?

-

Dear Enid,

You were the first person that could ever tolerate me. You gave me the gift of friendship and because of you, I found another reason to live. I’m not saying that you’re not enough, or that you weren’t enough, because you are. I’m so incredibly sorry. I hope you don’t cry over me, I don’t deserve your tears. If you saw my body at the tree, I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to take my life in our spot, but it was the one place where I felt comfortable.

I could’ve taken pills, I could’ve drowned myself in a bathtub, I couldn’t cut myself and watched myself bleed, but I chose to ruin our spot. I’m sorry if you won’t ever come here again. I’m sorry I’m the reason you can’t sleep at night. I’m sorry that your worries meant nothing in the end.

My favourite thing about spending time with you was when you’d talk about that boy, Ajax. I loved hearing the things he did, waving or smiling at you. The date, how he stoned himself by accident. I’m sure Wednesday won’t mind if you started biting her ear off two times more than usual. Between you and me, I think she might have a little crush on you.

There were so many words I wanted to say to you, but I just couldn’t.It's so tough to talk when you desire to madder yourself. That's overhead and farther to everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically difficult to begin your mouth and make the words approach out. They don' t approach out composed and in conjunction with your brain the way ordinary individuals's words do; they approach out in chunks, as though from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they accumulate behind your lower lip. So you just stay quiet, you know?

My sincerest apologies,

y/n <3

P.S. you can have my rainbow sweater, I know how much you like it.

-

Dear Wednesday,

I assume that you had some psychic vision and saw me tying the noose and all and I apologise for that. Don’t beat yourself up for not getting to me in time, Wednesday.

We didn’t talk much, but I feel as though I know everything about you. I know how you would do anything to protect the people you love, like dropping piranhas into a swimming pool full of guys. I also now how you’d make Thing travel to my bedroom on a night to drop off riddle that always ended the same way. “You’d tell me if you weren’t okay, right?” I should’ve told you. Maybe if I did you would’ve stopped me and talked me out of it. I apologise for lying to you, day in and day out. I just didn’t want you or anyone else to worry. I don’t want you to you blame yourself if you didn’t get to me in time, wat ily this is in no way your fault.

I’d say don’t cry, but knowing you, you won’t, anyway. :,).

I don’t really know what else to say to you other than, thank you for being you. Thank you for being a friend. Gracias por enseñarme a amar.

Kindest regards,

Your y/n

-

Dear Eugene,

Hi, buddy! I’m sorry that I’m missing your birthday this year, that’s very insensitive of me. I told you that we would go to Jericho for the whole day and miss all of our lessons doing just nothing. I’m sure Enid and Wednesday wouldn’t mind doing that with you if you asked.

You were like my brother, in fact, no. You were my brother. Your opinion means the most for me. I know you’ll cry, but I will always be with you. And between you and me, I think Enid has a little crush on you too, you know? I’m telling you, Eugene, make a move.

And, hey! A little joke for you: did you hear about that old Italian chef?

Lots of love,

y/n <3

P.S. He pasta-way! Too soon?

-

Dear Larissa Weems,

Last night I sat in your office and watch and you work. You looked so peaceful when I didn’t speak. I’m sorry if I bother you. Thank you for taking me in and giving me a home and family even when I felt as though I didn’t deserve it. It’s proving that I don’t though, isn’t it. You were an amazing mother, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be an amazing child.

I loved how on Saturdays we’d drive down to the Weathervane and you’d listen to me being me for hours alone. I’m sorry that I kept on hurting you, I never meant to. I know apologies won’t take back my actions and somehow I’ve said more in these notes than I have since that night.

Tonight the thoughts were about how to end things, with a heavy emphasis on the how. The process of suicide isn't exactly easy. It takes preparation, scheduling, and a certain level-headedness to kill yourself. A person has to be ready for it. They have to make the necessary plans, take the necessary steps. And, most importantly, he has to not only feel like dying, but also like killing. And the two feelings couldn't be more different.

I love you times more than all the stars in the world combined,

Your dearest, y/n.

[ornii]

Date

Wednesday watches her sibling (Y/n) leave the Apartment.

Wednesday: Where Are you going?

(Y/n): I’m taking Enid on a date…

Wednesday: Where?

(Y/n): The Dog Park.

Wednesday: But… you don’t have a dog.

(Y/n): Yes I do, I’m taking her there on the date, hanging around everyone must have dulled your brain cells sister.

(Y/n) leaves and Wednesday just stares at the door in confusion and disbelief.

Wednesday: … What?