#he always looks out for wenclair

[eidolons-stuff]

*Enid & Thing go looking for Ajax*

Enid: "Maybe I should just quickly check up on Wednesday again"

Thing: *signs* "Hey if you want to have a make-out session just let me know & I'll guard the door"

Enid: *embarrassed* "Thing!"

[paxtito]

and they were roommates

pairings: tara x reader (g!p)

word count: 2717

warnings: smut 18+, masturbating, oral (r receiving), p in v, swearing

summary: tara is out running errands, she’d be gone for hours- or so you thought

a/n: i’m working on multiple request atm— wenclair x reader one and the radiohead song (i’m just listening and reading the song to get an idea atm) also thank you to the anon for requesting this and their kind words!

The dorm is quiet, unusually so, and it’s kind of nice. Tara had mentioned heading out for the day—something about running errands and meeting up with Sam—and while you’re used to the hum of her presence, the silence isn’t unwelcome.

You glance around the shared space. It’s small but cozy, a mix of her personality and yours crammed into every corner. Her side of the room is meticulously organized—her books stacked neatly, her bed made with precision. In contrast, your side looks… well, lived-in. A pile of clothes rests precariously on your desk chair, and your bed is a haphazard mess of blankets and pillows.

You plop onto your bed, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly through social media. Without Tara around, you’re left to your own devices—literally. You snort at a meme, sending it to her out of habit.

“That’s stupid,” she’d probably reply, but there’d be a hint of fondness in it.

After a while, you glance at the clock. Noon. The day stretches ahead, and you find yourself feeling restless. You could clean up your side of the room, but… nah. Instead, you wander over to Tara’s desk.

Her books catch your eye first—old classics mixed with crime thrillers and a few surprisingly heartfelt poetry collections. You pick one up, flipping through the pages idly. A note scribbled in the margin catches your attention, her handwriting sharp and deliberate: “This makes no sense. Why didn’t he just leave?”

You chuckle softly. Even in her annotations, Tara’s blunt honesty shines through.

Your gaze drifts to her bulletin board. It’s a mix of pinned photos, ticket stubs, and little reminders. One of the pictures is of the two of you, taken on move-in day. You’re grinning like an idiot, throwing up a peace sign, while she’s glaring at the camera, her arms crossed—but there’s a subtle upturn to her lips that gives her away.

You flop onto your bed, the old springs creaking under your weight. The small TV in the corner flickers to life as you jab at the remote, the sound of canned laughter filling the room. It's some trashy reality show, but it's mindless and distracting—just what you need right now.

As you settle in, your gaze drifts around the room. Tara's side is always so pristine, everything in its place. It's annoying how tidy she is. You, on the other hand... well, your side looks like a bomb went off in a thrift store.

You reach for the bag of chips on your nightstand, tearing it open with a loud rip. The salty scent mingles with the faint smell of Tara's lavender body spray, creating a strange but not unpleasant odor.

You munch away, eyes glued to the screen, as snippets of conversation from the show drift through your thoughts.

"I think I'm going to kill her," one of the contestants is saying, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

You snort. Yeah, right. They're all too busy primping and preening to actually do anything. Unlike the Ghostface killers, they've got no balls.

You check the time again, just to be sure. Tara won't be back for at least a couple of hours. With the coast clear, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. Time to take advantage of the privacy.

You reach over to your bedside table, fishing around in the drawer until your fingers close around the cool, smooth bottle of lotion. You pop the cap open with practiced ease, squirting a generous amount into your palm. The slick, slightly cold sensation sends a shiver down your spine as you rub your hands together, warming the lotion.

With your other hand, you unlock your phone and pull up your favorite porn site. Your fingers fly over the screen as you type in your search, already feeling the familiar stirrings of arousal. A few taps later, and a video starts playing, the sounds of moaning and grunting filling the now-silent room.

You settle back against your pillow, one hand already slipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. Your cock is already half-hard, twitching in anticipation. You wrap your fingers around it, giving it a slow stroke as you watch the scene unfold on your screen.

You stroke your cock slowly, teasingly, savoring the building pleasure. Your other hand roams over your chest, pinching and tweaking a nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. The dual sensations send sparks of electricity shooting through your body, making your hips buck up into your touch.

On screen, the actress lets out a particularly loud moan, and you match it with a groan of your own. Fuck, that's hot.

Just as you're getting into a rhythm, the door to your dorm swings open without warning. You freeze, your hand still wrapped around your throbbing cock, as Tara steps inside.

"Shit!" she exclaims, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her. You're sprawled on your bed, pants pulled down, phone in hand, and a sticky puddle of lube on your stomach.

Mortification floods through you, and you frantically try to cover yourself, grabbing a pillow and pressing it over your lap. Your face burns with embarrassment, and you can't meet Tara's gaze.

"I-I thought you said you'd be gone for hours!" you stammer, trying to come up with some excuse. But there's no hiding what you were doing.

Tara stands in the doorway, frozen in shock. Her eyes dart between your flushed face and the pillow. After a moment, she seems to shake herself out of her stupor.

Tara's eyes flick down to the pillow, then back up to your face. Her expression is unreadable, but there's a glint in her eye that makes your stomach flutter with nerves and excitement.

She steps further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The sound seems to echo in the tense silence.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," she says, her voice low and teasing. She saunters over to your bed, the mattress dipping under her weight as she sits on the edge.

Your breath hitches as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against the pillow in your lap. Slowly, she pulls it away, revealing your straining erection. You whimper at the sudden exposure, the cool air hitting your overheated skin.

Tara's gaze rakes over your cock, and you feel yourself grow even harder under her scrutiny. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Looks like you were in the middle of something," she purrs, her hand resting lightly on your thigh. Her touch is electric, sending shivers racing up your spine.

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be back so soon," you manage to say, your voice coming out breathier than you intended.

Tara leans in closer, her breath ghosting over your ear. "Don't apologize," she whispers, her lips brushing against your skin. "I think I can help with that."

And then, before you can process what's happening, she's sliding down your body, her hands pushing your legs apart. You gasp as her mouth hovers over your cock, her hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck, Tara," you groan, your fingers tangling in her hair as she takes you into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue is almost too much to bear, and you buck your hips, desperate for more.

Tara hums around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She bobs her head, taking you deeper each time, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock.

Your head falls back against the pillows as Tara works her magic. Her mouth is a wonder, hot and wet and so damn perfect. You can feel every ridge and valley of her tongue as it glides along your shaft, tracing the veins and swirling around the head.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," you groan, your hips rocking up to meet her movements. Your fingers tighten in her hair, gently guiding her pace.

Tara hums in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. She takes you deeper, her nose brushing against your pubic bone as she swallows around you.

The sight of her, head bobbing in your lap, lips stretched obscenely around your cock, is almost too much to handle. You feel yourself getting close, your balls tightening and your stomach muscles clenching.

"Tara, I'm gonna..." you warn, your voice strained and breathless.

But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she doubles down, her head moving faster, her hand pumping in tandem. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark with lust and something else, something intense and hungry.

It's too much. With a guttural groan, you explode in her mouth, your cock pulsing as you spill your seed down her throat. She swallows it all, not spilling a single drop, and continues to suck and lick until you're spent.

Finally, she releases you with a lewd pop, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks immensely pleased with herself, a satisfied smirk on her kiss-swollen lips.

You collapse back onto the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Your whole body feels like jelly, boneless and sated.

"Holy shit," you breathe, running a hand through your sweat-dampened hair. "That was... wow."

Tara giggles, the sound low and sultry. She crawls up your body, straddling your hips and leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You roll over, pinning Tara beneath you on the bed. She looks up at you, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. You capture her lips in another heated kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth to taste yourself on her tongue.

Your hands roam her body, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to caress the smooth skin of her stomach. She arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Breaking the kiss, you sit up and pull her shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. Your eyes drink in the sight of her, clad only in a lacy bra. You lean down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her cleavage.

Tara's fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently as she holds you to her. "More," she breathes, her voice husky with need.

You oblige, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls away, freeing her breasts to your hungry gaze. You take a moment to admire them, full and perfect, before lowering your head to take one pebbled nipple into your mouth.

Tara gasps, her back arching off the bed. You lavish attention on her breast, sucking and nibbling until she's writhing beneath you. Your hand slides down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans.

"These need to go," you murmur against her skin, hooking your fingers in the denim and pulling it down her legs. She lifts her hips to help, kicking the jeans off and leaving her in just a pair of matching lace panties.

You sit back on your heels, taking in the sight of her laid out before you, flushed and wanting. Your cock twitches, already hardening again. You reach down to push your own pants fully off, kicking them away.

Tara's eyes widen as she takes in your naked form, her gaze zeroing in on your erection. "Fuck, you're so hot," she breathes, her hand reaching out to wrap around you.

You grind your cock against her, feeling the heat of her through the thin lace. Tara gasps, her hips lifting to meet yours, seeking more friction. The rough drag of your hard length against her clothed clit sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you both.

"Please," she whimpers, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "I need you inside me."

You don't make her wait any longer. Hooking your fingers in her panties, you yank them down her legs, tossing them aside carelessly. Tara spreads her legs wider, inviting you in.

You position yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her slick folds. Tara's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as you press forward.

You sink into her inch by delicious inch, groaning at the tight, wet heat enveloping you. Tara is so fucking perfect, her walls gripping you like a vice. You bottom out, your hips flush against hers, buried to the hilt inside her.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you pant, fighting the urge to just start pounding into her. Instead, you hold still, letting her adjust to the stretch.

Tara rolls her hips, urging you on. "Move," she demands, her nails raking down your back.

You don't need to be told twice. You start to thrust, setting a steady rhythm that has you both gasping and moaning. The room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the bed.

Tara wraps her legs around your waist, using the leverage to meet your thrusts. Her tits bounce with every snap of your hips, and you lean down to capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard.

"Yes, just like that," Tara hisses, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Don't stop."

You have no intention of stopping. You fuck her hard and fast, chasing your pleasure and hers. The coil of heat in your belly winds tighter and tighter, signaling your impending release.

You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening and your thrusts becoming erratic. But you force yourself to slow down, to focus on Tara's pleasure instead of your own.

Tara's nails dig into your shoulders, her teeth sinking into your neck as she holds on for dear life. Her walls flutter around you, tightening and releasing in a rhythm that tells you she's close.

You redouble your efforts, angling your hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. Tara keens, her body tensing beneath you.

You reach between your bodies, finding her clit with your fingers. Tara bucks against your hand, her hips moving in frantic circles as you rub tight circles over the sensitive nub. You can feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to flutter around your cock.

"Come on, baby," you urge, your voice low and rough. "Come for me."

Tara's body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her. She cries out, her pussy clamping down on you like a vice as she comes undone.

The feeling of her coming around your cock is too much. With a guttural groan, you pull out, your hand flying over your shaft as you stroke yourself to completion. Your cum spurts out, painting Tara's stomach in thick, white ropes.

You collapse beside her, both of you panting and sweaty. Tara turns her head to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

"That was intense," she murmurs, reaching out to brush a sweat-dampened lock of hair from your forehead.

You grab some tissues from the box on your nightstand, quickly wiping the cum from Tara's stomach. She sighs contentedly as you clean her, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

As you toss the used tissues aside, you can't help but let your gaze wander over her naked form. Tara is a vision, her skin flushed and glowing, her hair splayed out on the pillow like a halo. She looks thoroughly debauched, and the sight sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

But then reality starts to set in. You just had sex with your roommate. Your best friend. What does this mean for your relationship? Will things be awkward now?

Tara seems to sense your thoughts. She sits up, pulling the sheet around her naked body. "Hey," she says softly, reaching out to cup your cheek. "We okay?"

You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Tara smiles, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Good," she murmurs against your mouth. "Because I want to do that again. Soon."

With that, she hops off the bed, completely unselfconscious in her nudity. She pads over to her closet, rummaging around for something to wear.

You watch her, your mind still reeling. What have you gotten yourself into?

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request: where reader and Tara are roommates and reader thinks Tara is out so reader starts to masturbate but Tara comes home early and walks in on reader so she gives a helping hand (a blow job) then they do it yk?

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat; Chapter 16: Her Weakness.

Summary: Wednesday understands the weakness of... caring.

Warnings: EmotionalOutOfCharacterWednesday! But angst again.

Parings: Wednesday x Fem reader. A bit of Wenclair friendship.

Chapter 1 ------- Previous Chapter

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“I’ll give you some time,” he said quietly before stepping out, the door clicking shut behind him.

For a moment, Wednesday stood frozen in the middle of the room. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t blink. Her dark eyes were fixed on you.

You looked so small. So unbearably still.

The sight of you like this was wrong in every way. You, who were always brimming with life, even when that life seemed to slip through your fingers like sand. You, who had taken her hand—her hand—without hesitation and led her into the kind of chaos she usually relished.

But now, there was no chaos. No spark. Just the steady hum of machines keeping you tethered to this world.

Wednesday’s hands curled into fists at her sides. She wanted to scream, to punch something, to claw her way back to the moment before everything had gone wrong. But instead, she forced herself to move.

The chair beside your bed scraped faintly as she pulled it closer. Lowering herself onto the seat, she hesitated before reaching out, her fingers hovering just above yours.

Your hand was cold.

The realization hit her like a physical blow, her chest tightening painfully. She could still remember the first time you’d grabbed her hand—pulling her into that absurd mission to free the elderly bride. She could still hear your voice, teasing and confident, not caring about the threats Wednesday gave.

A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips, unbidden and uncharacteristic. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with something she refused to name.

Was this grief? Was this anger? Was this despair?

No… it was memories.

“That’s what you’ve done, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice trembling. “You’ve given me memories. You’ve changed me in ways I didn’t even notice until it was too late.”

She was angry at you—for being so damn selfless, for thinking you had to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders, for hiding the truth from her until she had to confront you.

Most of all, she was angry at herself. For being powerless. For being weak. For letting you into her cold, carefully constructed world and allowing you to dismantle it piece by piece.

“I should hate you,” she said, her voice trembling as she forced herself to look at you. “I should hate you for making me feel all of this. For breaking me. For making me care enough to be scared.”

Her hand moved without conscious thought, reaching out to touch yours once more. The cold was still there.

This wasn’t you. Not the you she knew.

Not the you who had marched into her life with that audacious grin. Not the you who had dared to touch her, to grab her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Not the you who had made her feel.

“I lied to you,” she admitted. “I told you that I had thought about it, what I would do.” Her lips pressed into a thin line as she struggled to keep her voice steady. “But I haven’t. I can’t. Because I don’t know what to do now, and I won’t know what to do when you…when you..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“You’re too selfless,” she said, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Too pure for this world. That’s what I hate. I hate that you would never accept the things I could do to keep you here. You would never forgive me if I went hunting for a replacement heart, would you?”

She took a shaky breath, her fingers once again brushing against yours.

“And that’s why I hate you,”

The beeping of the monitor was the only response.

“You’re the one thing I can’t control,” she continued, her voice soft and trembling. “The one thing I can’t protect. And it’s killing me. And I hate you for it.”

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the edge of the bed. Her shoulders shook as she let the weight of her emotions finally consume her.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she whispered.“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Tell me what to do. Please.”

But there was no answer. Just the steady hum of the machines and the unbearable quiet.

And Wednesday knew, this steady hum of the machines would be all she knew... for the next... days… who knew how many days… until you woke up. If you woke up.

The first night was quiet, oppressively so. Your father had been kind enough to sleep in the waiting room, leaving the chair beside your bed open for Wednesday. Not that she slept. Sleep was a distant concept, irrelevant in the face of the reality before her. Instead, she sat there, unmoving, staring at you as though her gaze alone could bring you back to consciousness.

The next day Enid had arrived with a bag of clothes and food for her.

“I’m not hungry,” Wednesday muttered.

“Too bad.” Enid set the food down and crossed her arms. “Y/N wouldn’t want you wasting away in here. She’d probably kick your butt for being this dramatic.”

A ghost of a glare flickered in Wednesday’s eyes, but she didn’t argue. She took a bite, if only to get Enid to stop talking.

When the nurses came to check your vitals, she stood like a silent sentinel, watching their every move with piercing, suspicious eyes. One of them commented on her need for rest, but she ignored them.

Enid stayed for most of the day, refusing to leave until Wednesday had finished her meal and changed into fresh clothes. But as evening approached, she finally stood, giving Wednesday’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’re not alone, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

And then, it was just Wednesday again.

When your father returned that night, his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. He stepped into the room, a weary smile on his face. “You were here all day?”

Wednesday nodded, her expression unreadable.

“Y/N is so lucky to have you,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude.

Wednesday’s chest tightened. Lucky? No, if you had been lucky, she would have found a way to stop this. If you had been lucky, you wouldn’t be here at all.

Your father pulled a stack of papers from his bag and sat at the small table, quietly filling out forms. She watched him in silence, noting the slump of his shoulders, the furrow of his brow. He looked… tired.

It struck her then—he was just an old mechanic. A man with calloused hands and a worn heart who had no one but you- doing everything he could to keep you tethered to this world.

And for the first time, Wednesday felt an unfamiliar urge rise within her. This… offering of help.

“I…” She hesitated, the words sticking in her throat. “Do you need… financial assistance? For the bills?”

Your father looked up, startled for a moment, before shaking his head with a small smile. “Thank you, but no. I’ve been saving for years, and honestly, I don’t care if I have to spend every penny I’ve got. She’s worth it.”

Wednesday nodded, unsure of what else to say.

After he was done, he set the pen down, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been looking into options. There’s a hospital overseas. They might be able to give a better solution for her condition. I just need to save up a bit more. If I can’t, well…” He chuckled softly. “I’ll sell the old house. I’d probably have to do it in secret, though. She’d be so mad at me for selling a place with so many memories.”

Her gaze shifted to your father again, and for the first time, she understood the depth of sacrifice. She thought of her own parents, of how they showed affection in their own strange ways. And now, here was this man willing to give up everything for you, just as you had given so much of yourself to others. And she understood. Care wasn’t about grand displays—it was in the quiet sacrifices, the unseen efforts, the willingness to bear another’s pain.

“I’ll figure it out,” your father said with a small smile. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her here.”

So will Wednesday.

Visitors came and went as the days blurred together.

Weems appeared on the third day, “You need to return to Nevermore, if only to freshen up,” she said. “You can’t sit here forever, Miss Addams.”

“I can, and I will,” Wednesday replied curtly, her gaze fixed on your face.

“I was in a coma for a few days,”

“You told me to gather them for her, didn’t you?” Eugene had asked,

Wednesday didn’t respond.

She didn’t have to.

Her silence was answer enough, and he understood. “I’ll take care of them until she wakes up. Don’t worry.”

He left without waiting for a reply, leaving Wednesday alone with her thoughts once more.

“When I woke up… I was so weak."

“I, uh…” Bianca started, shifting uncomfortably as she stood in the doorway. “I just wanted to check-in. See how you’re holding up.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.

Bianca sighed, stepping further into the room. “Look, I’m not great at this comforting thing too, okay? But… you’re not alone in this. We’re all rooting for her.” Something tightened in Wednesday’s chest, but she only nodded curtly

What if you don't wake up this time?

It had been 5 agonizing days, days without you.

“I’m useless,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “Weak. Pathetic. Against this…against you.”

Her head dipped forward, exhaustion finally overtaking her.

She was awoken hours later by a weak, slow nudge against her hand.

Her eyes snapped open, her heart pounding.

And then she heard it,

“Hey, Angry Bird,”

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[I know this chapter's a bit short, but I hope you guys like it! Also request me some fluff oneshots for my "Not A Bad Day" universe lol]

[barblaz-arts]

hi barb!

i am SO in love with how your art style and how you draw adult wenclair! i have some quick questions for you, if you don’t mind!

have you ever drawn adult yokovina? i bet they would look amazing in your style! it’s seriously gorgeous!

would you ever consider creating a kid for yokovina like you did with eugene’s daughter and pugsley’s adopted(??) children?

how pugsley’s children like their aunts, cousin and uncle? are they close with each other? does vega get along with them?

(p.s. i’m asking all this for a oneshot fic with your ocs!! with FULL credit, of course!)

hugs,

wendy <3

I only have unfinished drafts of them as adults. Well, mostly Yoko.

This one was supposed to be a comic about Yoko and Eugene's rivalry over the better godparent for Vega

Yoko was supposed to have a haircut like the one in the right during Vega's younger years. Divina's hair would basically have that same wet look but with longer hair. I couldn't figure out what kinda outfit to give Divina cuz I know shit about her tho.... But for adult Yoko I was gonna have her wear stuff like this

There's also this Yoko with Enid and Eugene in the witchcraft baby AU

And this miscellaneous Yoko

2. Pugsley's kids aren't adopted lol They all just have different mothers. More lore about them was posted here

You might not like this answer, but I dont really have plans to give them a kid. I didn't wanna give all of them a family ending, bcuz I like to believe that it isn't always necessarily the next step after marriage. Some people just dont wanna be parents and thats ok. I just wanted yokovina to be the childless rich aunts who spoil their niece and have like a hundred cats.

3. Dante is pretty close to Vega bcuz theyre both intellectuals, tho Dante is a lot more, uh, sophisticated than Vega's wild vibe. He finds Pubert a little frustrating because he's been trying to come up with schemes to best him like Pugsley and Wednesday when they were kids and trying to kill Pubert.

Jasper likes Enid a lot. I've mentioned before that Vega and Enid kind of drift apart when Vega gets older and becomes mystery-obsessed like Wednesday, so whenever they visit the mansion Enid is more than happy to goof around with Jasper because it reminds her of when Vega was younger. Jasper thinks Wednesday is cool but intimidating, but mostly because she doesn't live with the family in the mansion. He doesn't interact with her often enough to get used to her.

As for Briar, she adores Wednesday but hates Vega in this petty, kiddy way. She owns a doll that looks a lot like Vega that she likes to poke needles into. She's also very close to Thing.

[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

heyy

Could you make a oneshot with wenclair x male reader who smokes and skateboards you can add anything you want to it just if R can have messy black medium long hair with purple ends and matching colored eyes

I was hoping I would see this one again I really wanted to do this one before my old account was deleted. I don’t skate so sorry if I sound like a poser.

Sk8ter Love(Male)

Art by @ellie5756_milky on X

The halls of Nevermore were bustling as per usual. Students talking to each other, cliques walking in groups as per usual, the "mean girls" judging a random passerby, etc. One of these groups suddenly split as you sped down the hall leaving a streak of dark purple. "Watch it!" You yelled out. You were low to the ground on your board a hand on each side gripping the board to help maneuver through the halls, you expertly weaved through the halls having many close calls but you had been doing this for years so it was nothing new. After a few minutes, you reached your destination, your dorm. You power stopped in front of your door unlocked it and walked in picking up your board in the process. Walking in the sound of your roommate playing GTA V filled your ears. "Yo," Your roommate Damien said not looking at you. "Sup, what you doing?" You asked as you sat on your bed taking off your boots and watching the screen to see him get blown up by an oppressor. "I dunno," he responded as he blew out smoke. You rolled your eyes and stood up opening the window. "I thought we talked about smoking with the window closed?" "Forgot," you sighed and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a drag of it before blowing the smoke out the window, "Methonal?" "Yeah, one of the Vamps got it for me," Damien said as you got a text. "You could've asked me to pick some up," you said as you checked the text. It was from Wednesday from the group chat with her and Enid, opening it you saw a picture of yourself blowing smoke out the window. With the text under it reading. "You're smoking already?" You could practically hear her annoyance in the text. You chuckled and responded, "Were you watching my window waiting for me?" "...Just get up here already." "She totally was," Enid texted. You smiled and walked over to your closet. "Imma be at-," "You're girlfriends dorm all day. Don't call or text unless I'm dead," Damien said finishing your sentence. You chuckled tied your hair up loosely and left the dorm with your board.

When you arrive at their dorm you open the door and Enid immediately hides behind you. "Baby, calm her down!" "Mi Amor, please tell the mutt that she can't take the hoodie I took from you for herself," Wednesday said eyes locked on Enid like she was prey, Enid was wearing one of your hoodies which was Wednesday's favorite one of your collection. You sighed and pat Enid's head. "Pup give it back to Wends," you said as Enid pouted. "Why does she get to have one for herself!?" "Cause the one you usually steal is dirty after you spilled juice on it. Again," you said as Enid groaned and took the hoodie off giving it to Wednesday who was smirking. Wednesday slipped into it and Enid flopped on her bed and started complaining to Yoko and Divina how unfair you were being. You sat down on Wednesday's bed who immediately sat on your lap and took out your hair tie letting your hair fall to your shoulders. She took a strand of your hair and rolled it between her fingertips. You found out early in your relationship Wednesday loved your hair. Unlike most teens, you keep your hair clean, conditioned, and soft. You always did hair care, skin care, etc. But, Wednesday always loved your hair especially, the way it flowed, and how your hair faded seamlessly into the purple color she came to adore. She loved how it glowed whenever you used your abilities. As she was playing with your hair and staring into your eyes she began to lean in for a kiss but was interrupted when Enid appeared behind you and pulled you down and kissed you first. Enid looked at Wednesday and jumped off the bed grabbing the spare skateboard you kept in the room and began to skate out of the room in an attempt to outrun Wednesday who got off your lap and began to chase Enid with her mace, the medieval kind. Thing crawled out from under Wednesday's bed and tapped the floor a few times. "Yeah... I should probably go after them."

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Both of them? pt. II

[summary] : Wednesday and Enid find out about what happened with You the night before and let's just say, they are not happy

[pairings]: Wenclair x Reader

[Warnings]: Swearing, it's in the middle of the night so i'm not sure what's happening A/N: it's verryy short, but i had along day. so i'm pretty tired. Sorry. :/

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The next day you woke up to the shower running in the bathroom, although you paid no mind to it. You slowly sat up, looking at your surroundings. You pick your phone up to check the time.

9:00 am

It was a Saturday morning so it didn’t really matter. What made you jolt out of bed was seeing a couple missed calls from Enid and, surprisingly, Wednesday. “ Whoa. Slow down, sleepy head. What's up? “ said Ajax, who you didn’t know was out of the bathroom.

“Uh, It’s Wednesday and Enid. I got a couple missed calls from them” You said as you hurriedly started putting on your coat.

“ Okay, cool. But do you know the way to their dorm? I mean i’m assuming you are going there” He said while sitting down on his bed, looking at you.

“ Fuck. Right. No, i-i don’t. “ You sit down beside him, looking down at your boots.

He hums and nods his head “ I can show you. If you’d like?” You looked at him, surprised.

“ oh-oh. Thanks, Ajax! “ You smile at him and get up, going towards the door.

He follows you and starts walking with you towards Ophelia Hall “ How long have you been friends with them? “ Ajax says, trying to create small talk. 

“ About a year or so “ You replied, trying not to  bump into anyone. “ Why? “

“ Just asking. Hey, so would you like to meet up with me and Yoko sometime? You seem cool “ He says, smiling a little.

“ I can’t see why not. “ You let out a small laugh. You guys slowly arrive to Wednesday and Enid’s dorm. “ Oh, this is it? “

“ Yeah. Good luck, Y/N “ He starts walking away when you say, “ Thanks for letting me crash at your dorm ! “

He smiles at you and nods then walks away. You turn around, facing the door. You sigh and lift up your fist and knock. A couple seconds later the door opens, revealing Enid. When she sees you she jumps a little and runs to hug you.” Oh my god, Y/N! I was so worried about you! You didn’t come to the movie night AND didn’t call back. What happened?”

She lets go of you and you look away, trying to hide your reddening cheeks “ Uh, sorry. Something came up “ 

She signals you to go inside with her and you do so, seeing Wednesday waiting for you two “ Something came up? What do you mean? Family problems? “ Said Enid as she walked over to Wednesday to stand beside her as they waited for your response. 

“ uh. No. Just…….things “ You smile awkwardly at them.

“ How did you get into the school? “ Wednesday finally spoke up as she looked you dead in the eye. 

“ What? “

“ Normies can’t get into the school without permission. So how did you get in and get here to our dorm without getting caught ?” She said, looking at you suspiciously. 

“Well, A-Ajax…he helped me get here and also Yoko. They let me sleep in their dorm last night. “  You said before even thinking.

“ So you were here last night “ Enid looked at you two talking, curious about what’s going to happen but also about why you were acting like you were.

“ W-well, yeah. But- “ You didn't get to finish, because Wednesday went up to you and sat you down on her bed.

“ Spill “ She demanded, glaring at you like she always does.

You tell them everything that happened last night while looking down at the wooden floor, trying to hide your red face. When you finish you look up at them to see them both with wide eyes. Staring at you.

“Wait, those are Ajax’s clothes? “ Wednesday asked “ You are still wearing them? Why? “ She looks at Enid with still wide eyes. “ Enid call Yoko and Ajax and tell them we have some…talking to do. “ She says through gritted teeth.

“Okayyy, I suggest you calm down, Wednesday. You know, before someone gets hurt? “  Enid says as she walks up to you guys. 

“ I-I don’t understand. Are Ajax and Yoko bad people? Was I not supposed to talk to them? They seem pretty nice to me. “ You ask, confused and not knowing what’s going on.

“ No, no, Y/N. They are nice people. Weds is just grumpy in the morning. Right, Weds? “ 

You nod, completely oblivious. 

[wol-fica]

-𝕎𝕠𝕖 𝕀𝕤 𝕄𝕖?- ℙ𝕋𝟜

pairings - wenclair x daughter!reader

summary - closer comes with apologies to your mothers, but will that peace last?

warnings - none

an - you can read this while you wait for the new smut fic

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Humans are creatures of prescribed non-perfection.

No matter how hard one tries, they will never be the best version of themselves. They will never fit the puzzle piece of a perfect society member, and they will always have at least one thing wrong with them. 

With you, your imperfections came at an alarming rate and were exceedingly wrong in most people’s eyes. Instead of playing with barbie’s as a kid, you played with knives and ouija boards. Instead of running around at the playground with Luka, you chose to snatch kids and drag them into the woods while they screamed and cried for their mommies. While every other “normal” child grew up to do normal things, you stuck with the abnormal side of the world.

In simple terms, you were just weird.

“I don’t understand.” Luka said, eyeing you carefully while you ate your salad, “You told mom and mama that you didn’t love them anymore?”

“Contrary, I just told them I wish they weren’t my parents.” You replied, chewing on a cucumber while you read your book.

“Basically the same thing.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Ehhh it sounds the same.”

“Luka.” You said, setting your fork down and turning to him, “Stop pestering me about it.”

“But-.” He started before trailing off when he saw the look you were giving him, “Okay.”

You nodded, reaching over to give his shoulder a gentle pat. He smiled at you, then turned back to his own lunch; raw cow thigh. It was still parents weekend, but the rest of your family wouldn’t be joining you until later for the carnival hangout.

You weren’t nervous, that’s not the word you would use, but you definitely were feeling uneasy about being around your parents. You knew how your mothers temper could get, especially if your mom was upset about something. You’ve never been in the line of fire with her temper, but you have witnessed the twins getting the heat on their necks from time to time. 

To say it’s scary is an understatement, the way she yelled at them was a terrifying sight to see. Your mother was one of the very few things you were afraid of, hence why you steered clear of getting into trouble with her when she was angry.

Unfortunately, now you were the center of her frustration due to your honest comments about how you felt neglected, which ultimately leads to her being salty with you all of the carnival day. At the moment, Luka was dragging you around to each and every game he could find, your brothers are your heels while your parents trailed behind.

“Oooh, Y/N look! You could totally beat that one!” Louis said, pushing you towards an archery game. 

You scowled, shrugging his hands off of you to turn to face the game clerk. He held his hand out for money to play, and Luka slapped five dollars into his hand with a smile.

“Our sister is gonna dominate this game.” Louis yelled, sneering at the game clerk.

“And she will make sure none beat her name.” Leo added on, a devious smile on his face.

“Ten for ten?” Luka asked from your right, watching as you picked up the cheap bow, “Should I bet on you?”

Your lips quirked into a small smirk, your eyes flickering to him, “If you do, you’ll definitely be rich.”

You drew back the first arrow, staring into your brother's icy blue eyes, and let go. The arrow flew forward, and pierced right through the center of the first target. Your brothers cheered, clearly happy with how your first shot went. To your left, you could just barely pick up on your mom lightly clapping, while your mother brooded next to her. 

“Yeah, you will be rich.” You mumbled to Luka before hitting the next nine shots perfectly. 

“That’s why you’re my favorite sister.” He chuckled, taking the large teddy bear from the now butthurt game clerk.

“I’m your only sister.”

“Exactly!”

You rolled your eyes, taking your bag from him and slinging it over your shoulder. Louis and Leo hurried past you and looped their arms into Luka’s, dragging him away towards an ongoing hotdog eating contest. You turned, just in time to see Wednesday hurry past you to follow them. Soon you were left alone with your mom, an awkward silence between the two of you. 

“Your archery has gotten better.” Enid said, walking closer until she stood beside you, “Have you been practicing with Xavier’s daughter?”

“Yes, Mika has been giving me tips.” You replied, eyes trained on Luka stuffing his face with four hotdogs. 

Another pregnant pause, one that made a bubbly feeling of anxiety rise in your throat. Your hands started to feel clammy, but before you could say anything, your mom beat you to it.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said.” She murmured, staring at you with warm eyes, “At least I hope you didn’t.”

You nodded, silently agreeing with her words. She smiled, and moved closer to bump her shoulder against yours in a playful way.

“Wednesday is upset,” She began, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “But I’m positive she would be happy if you apologized.”

You nodded again, sniffling softly as tears made their way to your eyes. Your mom picked up on that, and was quick to pull you into a hug. Your arms immediately went around her body, nuzzling your face into her chest for comfort as you tried to suppress your sobs.

“It’s okay.” Enid said, her lips pressing to your temple, “You are always allowed to cry.” 

At her words you broke, letting the tears fall down your face and into her sweater as you hiccuped and cried into her chest. She rubbed your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear while she held you.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on her, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I know, I know.” Your mom cooed, softly cradling your head, “It’s okay, I forgive you baby.”

You cried quietly, your sobs soon shrinking down to sniffles against her colorful sweater. She held you close, gently swaying from side to side to help calm you down. You vaguely heard footsteps approaching, but your senses were overwhelmed with tears and your mom that you couldn’t comprehend who they belonged to.

“Hey Y/N/N.” Enid whispered, giving you a small squeeze, “Wednesday is here.”

You sucked in a breath, leaning back to look up to your mother, meeting her black eyes. Her gaze was softer than usual, yet still held its brooding demeanor. You gulped, choosing to stare at the ground instead of her.

“I’m sorry…for saying what I said.” You mumbled, playing with your hands, “I didn’t mean it, and I never will.”

Enid had her hand on your back, gently caressing up and down to help calm you. You stood in silence, expecting your mother to rain hellfire down on you, but nothing came. 

Instead, she moved forward and pulled you into her arms, giving you a tight hug. You stiffened, unsure of what to do since your mother almost NEVER gave hugs. She held you, pulling your body close to hers.

“I forgive you.” Wednesday said, pulling back to look at you, “Thank you for apologizing.”

You nodded, feeling a bit awkward just standing there. Enid came up next to you, leaning over to whisper something in your mothers ear. She smiled and nodded, but before you could even question anything, Luka comes barreling out of nowhere with a trophy in his hand and mustard all over his face.

“I WON!” He screamed, almost tackling you to the ground, “158 HOTDOGS!”

“Amazing.” You said sarcastically, pushing him off of you, “You smell like mustard, get away from me.”

He gave you a cheesy grin and turned to your mom, showing her the trophy in which she squealed to. The twins ran up with their own miniature trophies, and soon the four werewolves were jumping up and down in pure joy. You scowled at the sight, glancing at your mother who wore the same exact look, and let out a little laugh.

“What’s so funny.” She asked, turning to you.

“None of your business.” You shot back.

“It is my business if you’re laughing at me.”

“Who said I was laughing at you? Is everything about you?”

Wednesday snorted, pulling you into a side hug with a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed, leaning your head on her shoulder while your arm went around her. 

“Thank you for forgiving me.” You said, looking up at your mother.

“Of course, I’ll always forgive you.” She replied, a small smile at the sight of her family in front of her.

“I…I love you mama.” You mumbled, tucking yourself closer into her side.

Wednesday froze up, and looked down at you, taking in the fact you said that before smiling warmly.

“I love you too, bonita niña.”

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[toournextadventure]

Hiii ! I just came across your writing and I gotta say, I’m really liking it ! Especially the Winclair x reader :) I have a suggestion, Winclair x overly protective Reader, finding out reader injured/killed someone because they said something degrading about Wednesday or Enid, or tried flirting/getting with them. Keep up the great writing :]

Bestie I am ALWAYS down to write a feral, protective reader with Wenclair 😎

stunning, murderous little thing

Enid shouldn’t have been surprised when you walked into the apartment bedroom with a bloody smile and dripping, bloodstained clothes. Your smile wasn’t as sadistic as Wednesday’s, but there was a very specific sense of danger behind it. A sense of danger that, truthfully, only you could really muster.

“Who was it this time?” Wednesday asked without even looking up from her typewriter.

“That punk from Enid’s Econ class,” you said as you tried to lick some dried blood off one of your fangs. “You know, the one that called you a mangy mutt that needed to be muzzled?”

“Is he still breathing?” Enid sighed even though, judging by your current state, she knew the answer anyway.

“He’s not dead,” you said indignantly. “He just wishes he was.” You made the move like you were going to fall on the bed where Enid was laying down.

“Don’t!” Enid shouted. Mid-fall, you missed the bed by only an inch before crashing to the floor.

“The fuck?” You asked as you sat up, rubbing your head with bloodstained hands.

“You are not getting blood on our sheets,” she said with a pointed finger in your chest. “That’ll be the fifth time this month.”

“Sixth,” Wednesday chimed in. “Don’t forget the supposed accident.”

“You guys can’t hold that one against me,” you whined, “it was an accident.” Both women turned to look at you with disbelieving eyes. “He’s the one that ran into my elbow.”

“Go wash off,” Enid demanded, “and maybe I’ll consider letting you back up on the bed.”

“Are you two going to help me?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows in false seduction. It was rather ridiculous.

And yet.

“Come on,” Enid sighed even though she was smiling back at you, “before you stain everything else.”

“You coming, Willa?” You asked when Wednesday still made no move to get up.

“My writing time is not over,” Wednesday said simply, “so no.”

Enid saw the sparkle in your eyes before you made your move. There was no time for her to even attempt to stop you before you stood behind Wednesday, primed and ready. Poor Wednesday didn’t even have time to notice your presence before you rubbed your hands down her cheeks and neck, down her bare shoulders and down to her arms, smearing blood across her skin. Wednesday’s entire body stilled, leaving nothing but silence in the apartment.

“Oh shame,” you mumbled. “It seems you need to clean up now too.”

It was impressive how slowly Wednesday spun her chair around to look up at you. She was also, though Enid would never say it aloud, extremely attractive when covered in blood. The dark red really brought out the brown in her eyes, truly stunning.

"You can keep one hand," Wednesday told you, "which would you prefer?"

"You can take the left," you mused as you held both hands up. "I mean, you both seem to enjoy the right too much to lose it."

Enid could feel a migraine forming when Wednesday lunged at you and you screamed, running off to the shower with her hot on your trail. Enid loved you both, she truly did. But you were going to kill her for sure.

After that night, Enid and Wednesday had given you one rule; no killing anyone unless you had their permission. One would think this wasn't such a difficult rule to follow, but you certainly did your best to find every loophole possible.

"What if I only maim him?" You asked one night while Wednesday pretended to not enjoy being the little spoon.

"Only with good cause,” Wednesday mumbled in her sleepy voice that she pretended not to have.

You hummed in acknowledgment and pulled Wednesday closer, trying to keep your cool when she did her best to snuggle deeper into your arms. When Enid came home, she found the both of you fast asleep yet still leaving room for her on the other side. All she had to do was slide into bed and the both of you instantly reached for her, pulling her into the cuddle pile.

The day of reckoning appeared far faster than Wednesday and Enid had anticipated.

It was just a simple day, you were all walking out of your last class for the week which you thankfully shared, arguing and complaining because Wednesday refused to help you and Enid with the homework. Typical, of course, she always liked to hold this over you both as leverage for cuddles or kisses. A usual Friday, actually, you expected nothing less.

And then it happened.

“Hey Sinclair, Addams.”

They never seemed to call your name, Enid realised as the two frat boys appeared beside you.

“You two busy tonight?” The taller boy standing beside Wednesday asked.

“Extremely,” she answered without looking up. You kept turning your head between both boys and Enid could see the gears turning behind your sunglasses.

“You should come to the party tonight,” the boy beside Enid said. He sounded far more genuine. “We’ll pick you ladies up.”

Enid felt your hand brush against hers as the boys kept talking. It wasn’t the gentle touch you usually gave out freely while walking around campus, but a fist. Oh no, she thought when you ran your tongue over your teeth. More importantly, over your fangs.

“Is this a good enough cause?” You asked; neither of the boys even paid you any attention.

“Yes,” Wednesday said simply.

Oh, your smile was terrifying.

“Hey guys,” you said, finally drawing the boys’ attention, “I got an 8 ball in my bag, want some for your party?”

“Hell yeah,” the taller boy answered quickly.

“Come on, let’s go over here,” you gestured your head toward the alley between campus buildings. The business building; no one would suspect a thing.

They followed you without hesitation, without a single care in their little heads. Enid sighed when Wednesday smirked at their disappearance. She dug her shoe into the dirt, drawing little patterns when she felt Wednesday grab her hand. It helped ease her anxiety just a little bit.

You finally came out from around the building with bloody knuckles and no company.

“I feel much better,” you said with a big smile.

“Still can’t clean up properly,” Wednesday said, wiping her thumb across your lips to erase the small drop of blood.

“Are we finally watching that movie tonight?” You asked as you forced yourself between them, holding each of their hands in yours.

“Only if you make the popcorn,” Enid said.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sugar,” you said with an even bigger smile and a squeeze of their hands.

Your overprotectiveness was getting worse. Good thing your girlfriends enjoyed it.

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - just you, me, and the parasite

Could you do wenclair x venom reader were they don’t know what’s the reader is and they’re both trying to find what they’re are but going through this they both fall in love with the It’s cool that you don’t know to right the pair with the venom reader you could just do one of them if you feel like it, thank you for telling me instead of not just saying anything about it - Anon💜

Looking at the chicken walking across your dorm, you turned to the to the black mass of goo floating next to you and rose a brow.

“Stop bringing him back in!”

“Bob is friend!” Venom grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away as you went to go grab the chickens but he quickly took control of your arms.

“Venom!”

“No take friend!”

“Let me go you little bitch!”

“Never!”

You tried to regain control of your arms but you couldn’t, venom grinned happily, grabbing a pen he started to scribble in your homework.

“Dude!”

“I do good.”

You smiled a little and rolling your eyes, looking at the little pictures he had drew as answers and you nodded your head to him.

“You did great buddy.”

He grinned, setting the pen down as he pulled out the extra sheets the teachers had given you.

They were used to this, venom sometimes liked to help you, he enjoyed doing things thinking he was helping you which is something you knew he liked doing.

Yes, he still tried to bite peoples heads off but that was just who he was.

“Someone is coming.” He growled.

He quickly retreated and hid himself away from everyone and just a second later there was a knock at your door.

Walking over, you opened it and smiled at Wednesday.

You knew she’d be trying to figure out what you were for a while, but she still had yet to guess.

“I need you to come with me tonight.”

“What? Why?”

You let her into your room and went back to carrying on with trying to figure out what it is your homework exactly wanted from you.

“Enid has a date.”

You smiled a little.

“About damn time those two idiots got together. Yeah I can come with you, when we leaving?”

“Now.”

Wednesday grabbed your bag and tossed it over to you which you barely just caught.

Standing up, you looked at her in absolute confusion as you dangled the empty bag in your hands.

“I know you sneak you half the town, I know you’ve got things hidden away.”

“Damn nothings sacred…”

Heading to your bed, you pushed it aside and knelt down, prying open a few floorboards, you started to gather the supplies you had hidden under there.

You put everything on the ground and put everything back the way it was, gesturing for the gothic girl to come over which she did.

“Do you need everything?”

“I’ll come to you when I need to hide a body.”

You smirked a little and let her take some things from the pile, some torches, batteries, a small dagger, some hand warmers, a face mask and she held up a few bundles of herbs.

“Clever, with its overwhelming smells lavender and lemon will hide anything.”

“Exactly, add a bit of whatever else you find out there and it blends into the perfect smell of whatever’s around you meaning you can hide in seconds.”

She nodded her head and stuffed those into her bag.

Then you grabbed the rest, stuffing it into your bag.

“Is this such a good idea?”

“You might get to eat someone.”

“This is a good idea.”

You smirked at the voice in your head, you always knew how to win him over. You weren’t stupid, you knew what Venom liked and didn’t like, and what could convince him to do things.

You saw Wednesday heading for your door and you quickly stopped her.

“We’ll get spotted immediately. I’m at the back of the school, here follow me.”

Leaving your bag on the windowsill, you pulled at the vines a little and nodded your head.

You looked behind you to see Wednesday still coming over so you decided to act fast.

“Venom feet…”

The alien didn’t need to be told twice, as you jumped he became your legs, helping you land safely before retreating again.

“How do I get down?”

You pointed to the vines.

Wednesday tossed the bags down to you before she scaled down and you helped her jumped down the rest of the way.

Once she was steady, you let go and handed her her bag.

“Tell anyone and I bury you alive.”

“Secrets safe. Lead the way.”

You let her lead you through the forest, both of you slowly looking around trying to make sure that you were safe and no one was following you.

“Wait, get back!”

Wednesday pulled you down behind some bushes and you looked to her.

She raised a finger to her lips, telling you to be quiet and gestured to listen.

Nodding, you titled your head a little.

“Venom, what can you hear?”

Out of the pair of you he would have the best chance of hearing whatever was going on, and he’d be able to tell you everything that was being said.

He repeated everything, from animals, birds, to some police officers not far off.

You tapped Wednesday on the shoulder.

“Police…” you whispered.

“You can tell they’re police?”

You nodded.

“Tell me what they’re saying.” She demanded quietly.

So while venom told you, you told her, and you both had to stay there until nearly an hour when the officers left and you both went to investigate but there was no trace of them.

“Nothings happened recently, why would they be here?” You asked.

Venom took control of your legs, taking you over to somewhere and he crouched down so you could see.

“This.”

You reached out and picked it up, sleeves covering your hands.

You stood up and walked back over to Wednesday showing her what it was.

“A bit of someone’s shirt?” You asked.

Wednesday frowned even more as she looked at it, nodding her head.

Wednesday looked at you as you looked around before staring off into space, it was something she noticed quite a bit.

It was almost as if you retreated into your own head, like someone was still there moving your body and such but you weren’t there.

She noticed the way you were staring off into the distance, and the way your fingers flexed at your side.

“Run!”

You grabbed her hand, and without giving her much of a choice you dragged her after you.

“What?! Let go!”

Wednesday snatched her hand back but she carried on running.

Whatever it was you couldn’t out run it, because before you knew it you were spinning around, grabbing Wednesday by her hands, you tossed her aside just to get thrown back, claws raking across your skin.

“Swap!” Venom yelled.

He quickly took charge, your body changing, growing taller, reflective black goo surrounding your body, and venom smirked, snapping his jaws a couple of time.

The charged forward, kicking the monster back and into a tree.

“Tag!” He sneered.

Wednesday could only hide as you, if she could even call it that, did everything to stop the creature from getting closer to her.

Her eyes were glued to what used to be you, and she watched as the monster finally ran away, realising this wasn’t a fight it could win, and Wednesday stood up.

“What the hell are you?” She asked.

There was no emotion to her voice as you turned around.

Venom released half of your face so you could look at her.

“We are venom.” You both said.

Venom let your face go fully, popping up as a little head on your shoulder and you looked around, gesturing for Wednesday to grab the bags.

“I’ll I’ll explain when we’re back at the school but we need to go.”

Wednesday accepted this and tossed the bags up to you and you held them, still using venom as a suit of armour.

Even as you got to the school his still held a protective defence around you.

You tossed the bags through your window and held your hands clasped together, giving Wednesday a boost through the window before venom easily lifted the pair of you up.

You closed the windows and sat on the bed, and the creature popped his head out again, travelling around the room.

Wednesday watched him for a minute before she turned to you.

“Why’re you still like that if we’re back?”

“If he takes it away I’m going to bleed out, venom doesn’t take injuries like we do, and if I get hurt he can heal it, but these are pretty deep do they’re going to take a while.”

“You’d be dead without me.”

“I’d be free without you little bitch, stop trying to cook!”

Wednesday watched as the pair of you bickered back and forth like siblings would.

She was completely fascinated, and as much as she hated to admit to, and would pour bleach down her throat before ever telling anyone, it was what made her fall in love with you a little more

[vaniloqu3nce]

More about the wenclair kids, this post is dedicated to @krystal-maiden because they wanted to know more about the twins! If anyone wants to ask anything about them, I’d happily share my hyperfixations with anyone (:

Leonidas is a pack animal and prefers company. He follows his moms everywhere and whenever his uncles visit he will hold something they have hostage so they can stay longer. Leonidas was jealous that Wednesday AND Enid had brothers, so he asked for brothers for his birthday. He got two twin sisters instead.

When the twins came home, Leonidas tried to return them because he thought they got the wrong kids.

Vittoria and Naenia are not identical twins, in fact one look at them and nobody could tell they were twins at all. Vittoria is the spitting image of Enid and Leonidas save for her nearly black eyes. And Naenia is the spitting image of Wednesday, except her bright blue eyes which stare into the soul of anyone and everyone.

Naenia and Vittoria were born with their dominant gene being psychic, and because of their twinship they share a connection. If Vittoria cries, Naenia will start crying soon after. If Vittoria is hungry, Naenia will cry, if Naenia wakes up in the middle of the night and sits there quietly, Vittoria will wake up and start crying. If Naenia needs to be changed, Vittoria will start crying. Leonidas noticed this and immediately started trying to experiment to figure out the limits of this. Wednesday always manages to catch him before someone gets beheaded though.

Vittoria was smiling as soon as they left the delivery room. (They had to make sure Leonidas didn’t cut the breaks) Naenia didn’t stop crying unless Wednesday held her and they didn’t like to be separated. Leonidas spent the entire car ride pouting because he wanted brothers.

Naenia has a permanent glare, unless her face is relaxed, like when she’s inspecting Enid’s fangs or near Vittoria. (Naenia will play with Enid and Leo’s fangs as a baby) The first time she smiles is at Leonidas as he’s about to set her on fire, and he decides she is more useful alive (his heart melts and he realizes he’d protect his baby sisters with his life). Vittoria is a very happy baby so long as she’s entertained. She’s very curious and tries to get into everything Leo owns (annoy him to death) and thus starts their life long prank rivalry.

Yoko loves the twins and Leo, she insist they call her aunty or dad (Wednesday firmly disagrees even though she is their god mother). Frequently Yoko just pops into the house with gifts for the twins and Leo. Vittoria loves anything colorful to chew on and expensive (she seems to be able to smell what costs money). Yoko very quickly becomes Vittoria’s favorite and Naenia loves her fangs.

Leonidas always tries to ambush and kill Yoko but she’s much faster and stronger than he is. Yoko just thinks he’s adorable every time he tries to jump on her back with a toy knife. He makes it his goal to defeat her in combat (even though he won’t say it, he respects her a lot). And he likes that she protects Enid, Leo is very protective of his moms.

Naenia loves being around Leonidas, she smiles most as a baby when he watches horror movies with her.

Vittoria loves when there are a lot of people around to watch, she doesn’t like to be bored at all. She often spends time in Leonidas’s old carrier with Enid because she likes to move around. And because Naenia doesn’t like to be far from her, Enid buys a second one for Wednesday to use in public. She is appalled. She wears it anyway. They’re in their snood colors.

Enid: We can match!

Wesnesday: …Leo I think your mom is trying to send me to an early grave.

Leonidas: Grave digging! :D

Wednesday, nodding: Yes we do have to take them on their first grave robbing expedition, they’re getting about that age.

Enid: …they’re five months old.

Wednesday: By that age my father and my uncle had already taken me across the sea to slay my first kraken with them. It’s a bonding experience for family.

[wenclairfamily]

Wednesday Gets Drunk on Karaoke Night: Short Young Adult Wenclair Story

-Pictures Made Using AI, with Several Edits Done by Myself

*This story takes place when Wednclair are married at age 26

Wednesday and Enid walked into a bar that was dimly lit, but had bright pink wallpaper along the walls. The bar included tables for people to eat at, while a stage was set up with two microphones. Wednesday looked very uncomfortable as she said, "What is this place?" A smiling Enid said, "It's The Pretty Unicorn Bar. I've always wanted to check this place out, but I never really got the chance. Come on. It's my birthday, but I'll buy you any drink tonight." Wednesday and Enid then sat at a bar, as a female bartender approached the two. The female bartender then said, "So what's your poison tonight ladies?" Wednesday with a deadpan face said, "Arsenic if available." The bartender looked confused for a moment, but then a smiling Enid said, "It's her first time at a bar." The bartender smiled as she said, "Well then I'm honored to serve her first drink. I'll find her something nice." Then Wednesday suddenly heard loud pop music come on. Wednesday's eyes widened as she said, "What is that?" A super happy and excited Enid then said, "It's karaoke night Wens! And the theme is 90's music!" Then five young men stood on stage together as they sang, "You are... my fire. The one... desire. Believe... when I say... I want it that way!" Enid then hooted and hollered at the five young men on stage singing... while Wednesday stepped back with terror on her face as she began to grab a knife.

A half hour passed, and Wednesday sat at the edge of the bar while drinking a bottle of wine. The bartender then walked over to Wednesday as she said, "You okay girl?" Then Wednesday put the bottle of wine down as she said, "I think I need something stronger." Then suddenly Wednesday heard Enid's voice say, "Hi everyone! My name is Enid, and tonight I'll be singing with my lovely wife of nearly eight years: Wednesday!" Wednesday then turned her head, and saw Enid standing on the stage. A smiling Enid then said, "Hey Wens. It's our turn to do karaoke. Come on everyone. Encourage my wife to come up and join me." Then everyone in the bar chanted: "Wednesday! Wednesday! Wednesday!" Wednesday with an uncomfortable and annoyed look on her face - walked over to the stage as she kept a bottle of wine in her hand. Wednesday then stood near Enid, and softly said, "I didn't agree to this." Then a smiling Enid said, "But you said you'd do anything I wanted on my birthday. Come on. It's karaoke. Loosen up. Besides... I thought it be fun if we'd do a little song from one of the Batman movies." A curious Wednesday then said, "Oh. Should I go to the limo and get by cello. I am quite familiar with Danny Elfman's theme music he composed." Then a coy Enid said, "Actually... I'm picking a little tune from the Batman Forever soundtrack."

Then suddenly slow romantic music began to play on the bar's speakers, as a wide eyed and frightened Wednesday said, "What?" Then a smiling Enid said, "Come on Wednesday. This will be fun. Now just sing the words as they appear on the screen over there... not that you'll need to, since you've already sung this song with me a thousand times... in my dreams." Wednesday sighed... and then grabbed a microphone, and with a monotone emotionless speaking voice, she said, "There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea." Then with excitement, passion, and emotion: Enid grabbed her microphone tightly as she closed her eyes and sang, "Youuuu became: the light on the dark side of me." Then Wednesday in her emotionless speaking voice said, "Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill." Then a happy Enid tilted her head back as she passionately sang, "But did you know that when it snows: my eyes become large, and the light that you shine can't be seen?" Then as Enid continued to sing, Wednesday tilted her own head back and began to quickly drink as much wine as she could from her wine bottle.

Then within minutes, both Enid and Wednesday were holding their microphones in their hands, while a very drunk and passionate Wednesday with closed eyes and lots of emotion in her heart: held out one hand as she sang, "BAY-BAY, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah!" Then a smiling Enid and Wednesday together both sang, "Now that your rose is in bloom: a light hits the gloom on the grey." Then as the song ended, the entire crowd in the bar began to loudly clap and cheer. A smiling Enid then said, "Wow Wednesday. That was fun. Looks like the wine really helped you loosen up." Then with a determined look on her face, Wednesday said, "I want to sing another song." Enid then casually said, "Sure we will. Next time we come here." Then with a look of anger, Wednesday held her microphone up as she said, "No. We will sing another song NOW!" A confused looking Enid then said, "Um... okay."

Within a half hour: Wednesday, Enid, and many other individuals were dressed up as monsters as they were dancing together. Wednesday meanwhile was throwing her arms around in all directions as she said, "Now throw your hands up in the air! Wave 'em around like you just don't care." The Enid yelled, "And if you wanna party let me hear you yell… 'cause we got it goin' on again!" Then Wednesday stood on top of the bar as she yelled, "Am I original!?" Then everyone in the bar yelled, "Yeah!" Then Enid jumped on top of the bar as she yelled, "Am I the only one?" Then everyone in the bar again yelled, "Yeah!" Then Wednesday began shaking her hips as she said, "Am I sexual?" Then everyone in the bar loudly yelled, "Yeah!" Then Wednesday and Enid both sang, "Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now." Then Wednesday and Enid jumped on the dance floor, as they and many other people began shaking their arms (with hands bent) back and forth while they sang, "Everybody! Yeah! Rock your body. Yeah! Everybody… rock your body right! Backstreet's back, alright!"

The next morning Wednesday woke up in bed. Wednesday then sat up as she said, "Uggh. Major headache... and not the kind I like." Then a smiling Enid walked into the room as she said, "That's called a hangover babe. But it's the price you gotta pay for the most crazy fun night of our lives." Then a confused looking Wednesday said, "Wait. What happened last night? I don't seem to recall any details." Then Enid held up her phone as she said, "I thought that might happen. So I made sure I could get as many people as possible to record it." Then Wednesday's eyes widened as she saw Enid play a video that showed herself singing and dancing on stage. Wednesday with anger in her face said, "Remove it! Remove it at once!" A confused Enid then said, "But I can't. Other people recorded it and put it online. And then hundreds of other people re-posted it as it spread online. I can't delete the video from existence now, just like I can't erase people's memories of it."

Then Wednesday glared forward as she said, "Well I can. Because I will use every ability at my disposal to reach beyond reality and force the creator of everything that is known to us to erase this night from everyone's memories... or give them a slow painful death." Then fearing for my own life, I declared that everyone in the universe forgot and lost every trace of Wednesday and Enid's big dance party night. I am not sure how Wednesday just transcended my fanfiction reality and is holding a knife to my head, but here I am now breaking the fourth wall just to let you know no one remembered Wednesday's crazy dance night. It will be like it never happened. Those dance scenes are no longer canon to the story. Now please Wednesday... don't hurt me!

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[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "Is she safe?"

*Thing jumps in front of Xavier before any spilling any bullshit*

Thing: *signs* "Enid is fine. She was just very upset what happened. I'm sure she will be in to see you soon"

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Your Hermit AU never ceases to leave me feeling queasy. I hate it in the way that makes me want to expose myself to it just to feel that deep twinge of angst. I think it hurts worse because it absolutely is something that happens to people. There’s realism in the idea and that’s just… ugh! Good job.

I wonder what would it would be like if Wednesday married out of actual necessity? If the Addams Family Curse existed in the story, but Wednesday always disregarded it. Despised the very idea of it. That once Enid is gone, when the bad effects begin to show, they are rapid and debilitating and would certainly have been lethal.

So what does Wednesday do to survive? Maybe she finds a bandage. Someone similar to the focus of the curse, enough to satisfy it so that it doesn’t outright destroy her. Someone to sign a contract and fulfill a role, temporarily, until she can break the damned thing.

Enid’s twin would do. He looks like her. Smells like her. Maybe the curse allows it, but not without claiming health and mind. On good days, Wednesday is lucid. On good days, she tries to call. But there are more bad days than good, and on those days she’s near bed-ridden, confused, and easily manipulated.

Maybe the curse demands requited love to leave the victim whole. Perhaps whatever Wednesday has with the twin is enough to keep her alive, so that she can survive until the next call, then the call after, and so on.

It would be a different kind of angst. Wednesday not admitting to Enid how she truly feels. Partly because her mind is in tatters, a thing she adamantly hides. Partly because the Curse has tethered her to Enid’s twin. She can’t leave to search for Enid without risk of death, and perhaps she once made a promise Enid to stay alive.

So Enid’s twin? Maybe he knows that this was originally a deal. Just a contract. Does he know that he’s just a ringer for his twin? If he did, would that eat at him? Would what was originally an act of altruism turn into one of pride and greed? The richest Sinclair. The most prestigious Sinclair. Better than his blood wolf twin. Why wouldn’t he want to keep it all?

That idea of temporary? Maybe it fades into manufactured necessity. Wednesday has a hard enough keeping track of the days, let alone having the wits to break a curse. And Enid? Enid is too hurt to process any hints that might drift her way.

So yeah. I just have to wonder. 😅 Keep up with your awesome AUs! I totally enjoys reading about them. Thanks for doing what you do.

There being a curse would just suck overall because it'd mean wednesday knew that her feelings wouldn't have become more (which is unlikely, considering that they had something during nevermore)

Not to mention the possibility of death and marrying out of necessity

The hermit au is already a bad end taken deeper, no need to make it worse :-: because when enid knows, would she really be able to fully trust wednesday again? She would come back for wednesday but that amount of dependence is unhealthy and is the exact reason why enid wanted a break after senior year in the first place. The shenigans during nevermore drove them too close, too dependent and it's necessity that drove them apart so they could grow together after some time

The curse is cute, I like the idea but it's just kinda ehh in this universe because when enid comes back, she'll wonder if what they have is truly love. After all, wednesday looks healthier but does that truly mean that what they have is love? It's not like enid is even doing anything, she's simply close. Does proximity equal love? Simply her voice?

If the curse truly was about the one and only, why would wednesday go for her twin?

Basically, itd force wenclair into proximity and enid's already worse mental state at realizing that she lost wednesday would turn into her wondering if wednesday truly loved her or is it some curse making her think so because thinking otherwise can literally kill her

As for enid's twin, lemme explain how they even got with wednesday

Theyre a spoiled werewolf. Too used to being the best. The first to shift between the two, the one with the most recognition and the one who usually had it all. They were close but after the shift, they just gradually split apart until they're just strangers with similar faces.

And when enid wins against the hyde and gains recognition, they were happy. Maybe they could get closer once again? Until people start confusing them for enid and it churns into something bitter because year after year, it's just enid enid enid. In nevermore, at home, it's all simply enid

No matter how high they go, it starts to feel like they were being overshadowed

Its entitled, yes but that's just how they feel in the depths of their core and it builds as every year passes

And then, news of wenclair splitting hits their ears and they get an idea.

Wednesday is beautiful, that's true. She's smart, she has good blood and she was enid's

If they manage to fall in love with wednesday during their time perusing her, that's just how it is

Then they get married and when they see enid stand to give her speech, a little part inside of them has never felt so accomplished

[sxypigeon]

Lunch Interrupted - A Wenclair story

A/N: Is it too much to ask to have her new girlfriend to herself before announcing their relationship to the world?

Yes, it is.

Wednesday gets over herself much to Enid's amusement.

___

“Please tell me you didn’t actually- What am I saying?  Of course you did,” Bianca muttered to herself.  “You know it actually explains a few things.”

I wasn’t given the chance to ask what exactly the siren meant - I’d have to interrogate her later about how my childhood experience of being held captive and witnessing an aunt die by electrocution might have affected my young psyche.

“Hey, Enid!  Do you have a minute?”

Since returning to school, Enid has endured many new solicitations for her attention.  Ever the kind hearted monster, my wolf has been patient and kind to all . . . deserved or not.

“Sure.”  The werewolf leaned into Wednesday with a comforting, slightly-clawed hand on her shoulder as Enid stood and stepped over the bench seat.  The two steps she took from the table still allowed their conversation to be heard.

Many of these solicitors wouldn’t have given Enid the time of day six months ago, but feel entitled to her time now, as if they were doing her an honor by conversing with her.  The other werewolves are easily the worst offenders, both in number and entitlement.

Wednesday raised her gaze from her meal and met Yoko’s unimpressed look from across the table.  Both of them had similar feelings about Enid’s new found popularity.  They had a loose agreement, that Enid of course was unaware of, to cover for one another if either decided to follow up with any of the would be suitors. . . Yoko unfortunately insisted on light maiming only.    

“I was wondering if you had any plans for spring break,” the stocky, interloping wolf asked the blonde.  The confidence in his purposely lowered voice made Wednesday almost cringe.

I can’t see either of them, which I suppose is some relief.  I doubt I’d be able to remain seated otherwise.  The last time one of them dared to touch my beloved - well, Enid was adamant I take the violence down several notches in the future.

“I do actually-” Enid started to say brightly.

“My pack is hosting the jamboree this year!” he practically shouted over her.  “It’ll be a great way to network with the biggest clans . . . maybe even find a mate.”

At the beginning of the semester, I promised Enid I wouldn’t consciously act in a way that would put myself at risk of expulsion.  I have never wanted to break that promise more in my life.

Keeping her cool, as always, Enid kept her voice light.  “That sounds super fun, but I’m going to be spending the week with a friend.”

We haven’t exactly announced our relationship to the public.  Her- our friends know, but Enid has yet to post it to her blog at my request.  I know for a fact Pugsley follows her and I don’t plan on allowing my parents to know I have fallen victim to love’s nefarious clutches just yet.  I need time to mentally prepare myself for their inevitable onslaught of affection and knowing smirks from my mother.

His tone was dismissive, “But you can see your friends anytime, the jamboree only happens once a year!  You don’t want to miss out on a chance to-”

I have to tune the whining whelp out if I want to avoid violence.  That was the crux of the problem, I’ve always solved my problems offensively - physically or verbally and I’ve yet to find a suitable alternative.  Threats are my life blood and without them I feel lost.

Enid’s attempt to shake him off was starting to sound strained, “I appreciate the offer, really, but-”

This problem is my own making - if I’d just let go of my desire for privacy . . . The solution is laughably simple.  

Yoko, who looked on the verge of interrupting the wolves, shot Wednesday a look of warning as the seer suddenly stood and stepped up to roommate.

“Enid,” Wednesday cut in,  “I’ve forgotten something in our room and have to leave.”

“What?  Wends-”  Enid’s face was crestfallen, on the verge of distraught.

“I will make it up to you tonight, I promise.”  

Looking up into her dejected eyes is near agony.  I will absolutely keep that promise.

Before leaving, the seer reached up to cradle her wolf’s face between her hands, gently pulling her down just a bit into a kiss.

Enid’s gasp of surprise sends a jolt of confidence down my spine and is all the encouragement I need to pull her addictive body closer.  For a moment, I feel like growling, as if I’m the wolf staking her claim on her mate.  Enid’s hands tight on my hips are all the acceptance I crave.  

Behind us, I hear the vampire coughing violently, likely from Yoko inhaling her meal.  The rest of the lunchroom has gone quiet save for poorly concealed whispers, but the obnoxious mutt hounding Enid earlier has yet to move.

“Uh, the fuck?” he nearly demands with a hint of disgust.

If he refuses to take the hint, I have no qualms about continuing to prove my dominance over the self-important wolf.  Losing myself in Enid is dangerously easy.  It takes all of my self control not to let my hands wander from her flushed cheeks.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

I feel Enid snicker into the kiss which has turned into a rather pleasant makeout session.  

“My dude,” Yoko says loud enough for most of the room to hear, “I think that’s your cue to leave.”

I let my hands slide down to either side of Enid’s neck as I nibble her bottom lip.  I’m fighting a smile and about to lose.

“Bitch,” he muttered as he stomped off.

Oh, I will be having a thorough discussion with him in the near future about manners and how to accept rejection gracefully.

Stepping away slowly, Wednesday faced her stunned but amused girlfriend.  “Until tonight, mi amor.”

Enid was nearly trembling with excitement as she rather obviously resisted the urge to pull Wednesday back into her arms.  “Okay.”

Truthfully, I’m not able to remain in the cafeteria much longer.  The feeling reminds me of the ceremony after the Poe Cup, so many people rudely staring.  

“OMG! Did that really just happen?” Enid stage-whispered to the table as Wednesday walked away.

Yes, my chromatic wolf and I have plans for you this evening.  May the torment of my family’s curse I endure ever leave you enthralled for I have no desire for relief. 

[barblaz-arts]

OMG ITS SO COOL THAT ONE OF PUGSLEY’S KIDS IS A MANANANGGAL !! and a boy ??? mananaggal ?? (unless im completely misunderstanding that)

anyways as a filipino its just so cool to see stuff with my culture in it (those posts abt the wenclair fam going to jollibee made me so happy!!!)

btw, what made u decide to create those characters as pugsley’s kids?

Something that I'll give the show props for is subverting what would usually be represented genderwise for monsters. Gorgons are usually women, but they had a boy be one(the only thing I like about him--). And there isn't a lot of female werewolves out there in media. And I'm not talking about stories that are about werewolves. Cuz yknow. Duh of course there'd be female werewolves. But I'm talking about stories about monsters. If you have a show about different monsters or fantasy characters and there's a werewolf, they'd usually give you an angsty and/or wild dude as the main werewolf.

But Wednesday's(the show) main werewolf is a happy girly girl. The only other similar instance I can think of at the top of my head is Ruby from Once Upon A Time. That's probably why the twist in Ruby's episode was so shocking. You expect the dude to be the werewolf. Not the femme girl who dyes the tips of her hair and would probably cry if she ruins her manicure.

Anyways. Monsters that are always majorly represented by one gender is boooorrriiiiiing. Let's mix it up a little.

Sorry that got long.

So! About Pugsley's kids!

I'm not sure about the B&W series, but in the animated movies, Pugsley's a bit of a hopeless romantic. So growing up, I like to think he got around. The problem is he also has terrible luck with women, so none of them lasted, not because he's fickle -- he would fall in love deeply every single time -- but because he just has dog shit luck. He is Fester's nephew after all. So all three kids are Pugsley's from different baby mommas. I'll talk more about em later.

As for what made me choose em

Dante - I've previously mentioned that I headcanon Pugsley as a pyrokinetic because of his love for explosives. I think it'd be neat if he had a girlfriend who came from literal hell and had a baby demon with her

Jasper - some time back when the fandom was still super active, people making their nevermore sona was a trend on twitter. I actually wanted to join and have mine be a manananggal, but I couldn't because I was both busy and was never really a fan of drawing myself(not cuz of like self esteem issues. im pretty darn cute actually! i just prefer to draw other people). but i still wanted to draw a manananggal in Nevermore, and I figured just having it be an OC for Pugsley's child is the perfect opportunity

Briar - those faceless students are sooo damn cool. I love them a lot. I wanted more from them in the show. So I'm just making the content I craved for. Also a faceless little girl whose aunt is Wednesday, pokerface queen, and looks up to her for it? Too funny and cute of a thought to me.

[mazdoe]

Could you do either a Wenclair x Fem reader based off the song Ivy by Frank Ocean or just a Wednesday x Fem reader based off that song , honestly whichever is easier for you. Also, I hope you’re enjoying your day/night :)

A/N: Thanks you for the request, I hope you had something like this in mind. Also I apologies that it took so long for me to post this.

Pairing: Wenclair x Fem! Reader

Summary: Thing is comforting Y/N while she is having a restless night thinking about their past relationship.

Warning: angst ? It´s a little sad. Light emotional abuse if you squint. Also English is not my first Language.

The screech of the bed was in sync with the thunder roaring outside of Horatio Hall as you sat up in your bed, watching the tree branches hit against your window. It was lonely without Wednesday or Enid sneaking in through the window. Or Thing delivering sweet good night messages ( Mostly written by Enid) to your door right before you went to sleep.

You miss all of those little things they did for you, no actually you just miss being with them.

And the way they hugged you after a bad day, fully engulfing you into their arms and planting sweet little kisses onto your head. Or when "hi Thing" you whispered still emerged into your memories.

You fell back into your pillows still thinking about your picknick date from two weeks ago. Sitting on a neat blanket you had prepared earlier that day in the middle of a flower patch careful as to not hurt any of the pretty plants around you before placing a pretty basket on it filled with self baked pastries and raw meat filled pies specially made for Enid. You huffed out air "Thing? do you think they are happier without me?". Thing doesn't reply instead he seems ro be searching for something underneath the bed. "UGH No don't dos this to me thing! Does Wednesday even know you are here?" thing comes back onto them bed dragging a small Photoalbum being him. He starts tapping like a mad man, wanting you to open the album. "You really should not be here thing. they are happy without me. they made that clear, BOTH of them did." Thing doesn't even acknowledges your pleas instead he slides a photo to you.

"We were happy, I really thought we were happy, thing" You whisper afraid that anyone of Horatio Hall could hear you plead your sadness.

"I know that you believe that Wednesday and Enid still love me, but the trough is they probably never really did, I mean they have known each other for a couple of years before they even noticed I existed, they fit great together, thanks for showing me that, Thing" you say sarcasm dripping from your tongue like poison dripped from Wednesdays.

"well the members of Horatio Hall are always just the friend or the pushover we are no Ophelia" You turn away from thing, who was frantically looking through the Photoalbum.

A photo strip that showed a kiss between you enid and Wednesday fell onto your head, "I really think they just used me to get closer to Xavier, well at least we had a couple good months," You try to force a smile, but that doesn't stop the tears from spilling out.

Thing stayed with you till the morning.

The first day you would have to officially see them, after they casted you out of their lives.