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[i984]

The Wednesday fandom has finally died down and im craving for more fics, got any good recommendations?

Well! Of course Sweet Calamity and Wednesday's Dictionary of Emotions I'm sure you've read before, but I'm mentioning it here just in case (Please look at their masterlist, they've also got some other great series and oneshots thought idk if you've read them or not).

@vorsdany has an ongoing series, PLS CHECK IT OUT!

@lum13 is starting a new series, go check their masterlist as well!

@wol-fica writes for Jenna Ortega and the characters she played as well, so there's plenty!

I just woke up like half an hour ago so I can't really think of anything else rn, but I'm giving you the series stuff because technically they're more stuff to read yeah!

[i984]

Thank you for the tag! :") ❤

I feel like if I was a deity I can get away with having longer hair and make it look nice LMAO

also a nice little OC I'm planning to write for but now I'm not sure if I ever will 😭💀

Tagging everybody who wants to do it hehe :p

✨DEIFY YOURSELF TAG GAME✨

rules: using this piccrew by @ malachitinous create yourself as you’d look as a god/goddess/deity; feel free to either make this a chain or do your own post from scratch!

ty for the tag @bvcksmunson ilysm! i made myself into a moon 🌙 goddess bc that’s my ruling planet (i know the moon isn’t a planet) as a cancer plus i just think the moon is that bitch.

zero pressure tags @irrelevantwriter @thesewickedhands @littledemondani @munsonsduchess @blackleatherjacketz @mareethequeen @novasforce @wroteclassicaly @imtherain

[steinfellds]

Hello 👋 Dropping in to wish you a wonderful birthday! ❤

Here's a cake 🎂 and a hug 🫂

THANK YOU BABE 🤭🤭

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

hiiii! for the ask game, if u can, answer everything that has the number one on it :)

Questions here

Okay this was CRAZY but here you go:

1: Name: Aurora

10: How tall I am: I’m 5’ 1 just like Jenna, I’m short I Know

11: What do I miss: being truly happy

12: What time were I born: I was born at 7.41 am

13: Favorite color: green and black

14: Do I have a crush: nope

15: Favorite quote: “I think it is really important that when you’re struggling or having trouble expressing yourself or finding yourself or generally feeling very lost, it’s hard to confront yourself and I think that getting to know yourself is very important and necessary and even if it is scary, I think that in the end it will be very beneficial”

16: favorite place: I’ve been to Norway and I’ve really loved it so I wanna say Norway

17: Favorite food: as an Italian you’re probably expecting me to say pizza but it’s not that and it’s not even pasta. I’m in love with hamburgers

18: Do I use sarcasm: it depends

19: What am I listening to right now:

21: Shoe size: 8

31: How I feel right now: I’m feeling really down if I have to be honest

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: nope

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: almost every day

61: What was the last lie I told?: not wanting to sound boring but it probably was “I’m fine”

71: Do I spend money or save it?: save it

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: not in order but @i984 @eviekensington @wol-fica @toournextadventure and @simp4wom3n

91: Kissed a boy?: no

100: Did drugs?: no

101: Smoked cigarettes?: no

102: Drank alcohol?: yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: no

104: Been overweight?: no

105: Been underweight?: yes

106: Been to a wedding?: yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: yes

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: yes

109: Been outside my home country?: yes

110: Gotten my heart broken?: yes

111: Been to a professional sports game?: no

112: Broken a bone?: non

113: Cut myself?: yes

114: Been to prom?: no

115: Been in airplane?: yes

116: Fly by helicopter?: no

117: What concerts have I been to?: none

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: yes, I have a huge crush on Jenna Ortega and Alycia Debnam-Carey

119: Learned another language?: yes

120: Wore make up?: yes

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: no

122: Had oral sex?: no

123: Dyed my hair?: yes, I was a redhead for like two years 💀

124: Voted in a presidential election?: yes

125: Rode in an ambulance?: yes, too many times

126: Had a surgery?: yes

127: Met someone famous?: if by famous you also mean youtubers then yes

128: Stalked someone on a social network?: no

129: Peed outside?: yes

130: Been fishing?: non

131: Helped with charity?: no

132: Been rejected by a crush?: yes

133: Broken a mirror?: yes

134: What do I want for birthday?: to have an opportunity of making my dreams come true

[i984]

When I say you write fluff like no other...

I MEANT IT AHHHHHHH IT FELT SO... INNOCENT? like of course the mystery persist and honestly I've chosen to just live with it BUT THEN HE WENT FROM scared hunched little alp to FLUFFY BEAR SPRINTING because Wednesday says they're FRIENDS.

You do need a friend. Yeah. Absolutely 💯

Tyler and Hank having that ✨chemistry✨ AND IM HERE FOR IT

also wtf Hank don't leave your brother starving you are such a (bad word).

Are we friends?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: this is the cutest i can get; i love reader so much; brother fight and more mystery?

Summary: Wednesday Addams almost cried in front of you. You wouldn't tell anyone — nor anyone would believe you — but it scared you. It worried you. After running from the beast in the forest and breaking down near the lake, you thought Wednesday would wish to never be near you again. Instead, she invented you to her room.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

More details of Hank background and his partnership with Wednesday here.

The rush of adrenaline left your body as soon as you stood in the middle of her bedroom. The ache and exhaustion, which you knew would knock you down after meeting your father, struck you now: your legs faltered for a moment, and the blows on your back were burning. 

You have escaped this time — much more skifully than you usually did  — but the tension you felt when Wednesday fainted was taking its toll. Your hand instinctively went up to your forearm.

“Fuck.” You grunted when your finger dug into one of your cuts. 

Fuck, I'm bleeding. 

Were you bitten or did your stitches open? It was hard to tell at this point — the pain was so widespread that it was difficult to tell its source. Mayne none of it truly hurted and you were just more sensitive because of the lack of sleep. It didn’t matter: you would stay awake until your parents leave Jericho. 

"Here." Wednesday covered your forearm with a towel, keeping the blood from dripping onto the bedroom floor.

Now she is a target too — a prey, just like you, but she wasn’t used to your parents’ chases like you were. She doesn’t know the tricks, the woods, the werewolves as you do. She blacked out in the middle of the forest.

Wednesday walked you over to her desk and sat you down on her chair. There was a medical kit on the table. 

You wouldn't leave her there. You wouldn't leave anyone alone with your father — but Wednesday wanted that. She wasn't afraid, quite the opposite, she was the one who took you to the forest. She took you there and then she blacked out.

“Y/N.” 

You looked up. 

Wednesday was staring at you, her jaw stiff as if she was being ignored for a long time. She actually was. You haven’t heard a thing that she said. 

“Stop scratching, you are hurting yourself.” She was right: you were scraping your cuts and stitches, breaking them open and making them bleed again. 

“Sorry.” You whispered, taking the towel from Wednesday’s hands and pressuring it against your forearm. You rubbed your skin, carelessly wiping the wounds dry and then cleaning them with quick jets of disinfectant from the kit. You were rough, fast, clumsy, and managed to bandage half your arm in minutes. Voilà! 

You looked up at Wednesday again, a self-satisfied, small smile on your lips, entirely different from her expression. Wednesday was horrified.

“Don’t worry.” You smiled.

“You should—”

“No.” You stood up, walking away from her.

“You better—”

“No.” You kept heading to the middle of the room, looking around nonchalantly until a cold, hard grip held your wrist.

“You have to clean it properly, otherwise you will suffer.”

"They're just scratches." You fought back, trying to free yourself.

“Dirty scratches.” She didn't let you go. She wouldn't give in. "Do it properly or else I will"

"Is this a threat or an offer of help?" You felt her grip softing, so as her gaze. The way you were smirking at her, ever so slightly and naturally, intrigued her. What an unexpected way to respond to her fuming look.

"A threat." She said, and that was the reply which made you smile more openly. You chuckled, even, before freeing yourself and sitting on the floor. Wednesday sat in front of you, watching you scratch the back of your hand and ignore her threat completely. 

What was the matter with you? Were you still angry? Why were you being so neglectful of yourself?

"It was my father." You said suddenly. "My foster father. I hope he hasn't hurted you." You avoided her gaze. Your voice was stiff, too low, and the noise of your scratching increased.

"He hasn’t." Her voice, once again, made you figure change completely: you sighed, relieved, and the small smile took over your lips one more time.

She's okay. You told yourself. She is okay. You couldn't even describe the happiness you felt for it.

"It was all a test, a conversion method. I apologize that you got involved in this mess." You explained, tilting your head as you spoke. You wouldn't stop moving — it was hard to Wednesday to follow every single movement of yours. "They're usually more subtle about it, that's why I didn't want you to go. I didn't want to go because I know—"

"Why would your foster father hunt you down in the forest?" Her voice was cold, calm, completely different from yours. 

"He was trying to figure out if I'm still fit for the job. For being a difficult prey."

"Are you?"

"Well, you're alive, so, aye." Your nails started to open your skin, but you kept scratching the back of your hand. "You should stay out of it. They're coming after me and Hank, not you."

"What about the stalker?"

"What?"

"The stalker." 

You remained in silence while you watched Wednesday's stiff expression. If the stalker was a mystery, she would be agitated, more willing to discover their identity, inquiring more questions and demanding proper answers — but she was calm. Quiet. Simply looking at you. 

She knows something.

"You know who the stalker is." You stated, your eyebrows frowned as Wednesday waited for you to come to your own conclusion. "You think they're related to my parents, to their Lycanthropy camps…" She remained in silence. "The Outcast Convention."

Wednesday stood up, heading quickly to her desk, and you followed. While she unlocked one of her drawers and searched for a small paper, your eyes focused on a larger figure, a pile of papers carefully organized and stored. A draft?

"It's from her." She turned around, making you step back, and she handed you the note. "It was tucked away in Eugene's vest."

I won, it said. 

"I found it when he was being taken to the hospital."

"Did he get hurt?"

"Someone attacked him when he was looking for Aretha." Fuck. "Your new foster sister." 

"Peterson's daughter." You sighed, closing your eyes as the creepy messages and texts from the stalker reappeared in your mind. It did seem just like Aretha.  "Does this have something to do with your vision?"

Wednesday's expression faltered. She blinked, her hard gaze falling down for a second before focusing on your eyes again.

"No." She replied quietly. "I'm not sure what it was."

You grunted, curious, unsure if you should ask about it or not. You have seen it: Wednesday did not like sharing her personal thoughts and information. That's why you felt so guilty about the Alp's action; that's why you barely asked any question; but she had a crisis. A panic attack, she almost sobbed in front of you, and you have never seen her like that. She has never been through something like that.

"It was heavy." She started before you could make a decision. "The air, the aura, my own body. It was all too dark and...heavy."

"You seemed...scared."

"I was dazed." Wednesday looked away from you, her head now partially down. "I'm—"

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." You interrupted her weak speech. Weak. What a weird word to link to Wednesday — but her voice wasn't louder than a whisper. Her state on the lake was far worse than now, but you could see the gleam of panic coming back to her eyes. Whatever it was the vision about, it clearly fragilized her. "You should try to sleep a bit." You whispered, stepping away slowly. "Take care."

Wednesday blinked and nodded, watching you walk to the door. 

You were still bruised, disheveled, and dirty, but your posture was more bowed and your hands were stuck in your pockets. No more scratching, just the weird, often swing your shoulders had when you walked. As if you were a small, esquive being, ready to flee. Now Wednesday knew why you moved like that — flexive and sly. You had to or you would be caught, killed by the wolves, hunted down.

"Wednesday?" Your voice came from the doorway, making her eyes move from your body to your face. Suddenly, your cheeks were red, your shoulders were erect, your chest was puffed out — and there was this twist, frown in your lips. "Are we friends?" 

"Yes." 

The twist turned into a smile — toothy, large, genuine, the brightest Wednesday has ever seen. It lighted up all your features, posture and movements. It was unique — yours alone — and made you look ecstatic. 

"Good night!" You shouted before sprinting down the hallway.

"Good night." Wednesday whispered.

She was smiling too.

X

The air, as always, felt a little denser inside the asylum's dangerous patients section. Even in an empty corridor, practically isolated and reinforced to keep a single man incarcerated, Hank could feel the fear and disgust being drawn to him. It was a heavy environment all by itself, and the curse of the Inuit man didn't help to lighten the atmosphere. Hank was in the middle of the hallway, sat in a simple chair, his eyes raised to the figure inside the cell in front of him.

"Which one I'm talking to today?" He asked.

"It depends on how many stupid questions you'll ask."

"I see that's the snarky one." Hank pretented to write something in his notebook, pressuring the pen purposelessly against the journal on his lap. As he planned, his fake-writing made the young man on the other side of the bulletproof glass stand up.

"I still wonder how you are alive." He hissed, his chains rattling because of his slow steps. "I pierced your heart."

"That's a bit melodramatic, don't you think?" Hank replied, a smirk on his lips as his fingers played with the pen. "And we've already talked about this. I absorb everything bad, you cannot kill me." Hank's phone vibrated inside his pocket and his smile dropped ever so slightly. "What if we talk about something new, something about you?"

"Does your little brother know about our meetings?" Hank gritted his teeth as the other man went on, his smile growing bigger and prouder as he watched Hank through the glass. "Oh, do not tell me I am your little secret!"

Hank sighed and took his phone out of his pocket, leaving it in his seat before standing up and signing to the camera on the ceiling.

"What scared you this time?" The cell's door unlocked and Hank walked in. "Was it another nightmare?"

The other man stepped away as Hank stepped closer, the distance being shortened as soon as the chains finally stopped him from moving further.

"Have you responded to Xavier's letters?"

"Why would I?" The man roared.

"Because he's trying to help you, to free you."

A low laughter resounded along with the buzzing of the chains. "He no longer needs to have a guilty conscience, his father's been released. Tell him to leave me alone."

"Tell him yourself." Hank retorted. "He is your master."

"He has never been my master."

The man smirked when he saw Hank gritting his teeth again.

"Who told you about Vincent?" Hank sat on a chair on one side of the cell while the man sat on his bed, on the opposite side. "Are you talking to somebody besides me?"

"You see, the guards are very chatty."

"No. They're too scared of you."

The man pretended to be offended. "Do you think of me as a liar?"

Hank's phone vibrated on the chair once again, being followed by a loud ringing which took over all the building.

"I'm done with this game. " Hank took a syringe from his jacket and the man's face dropped. "I'm coming to see you tomorrow morning. "

"No, please, don't." The man begged as Hank stood up and walked over to him, tears and sobs growing louder as the syringe got closer. His whole face changed at the sight of the syringe: the long, thick, iron needle filled with a chemical similar to the one that had started it all — that unlocked his whole transformation. "Please, not again."

Hank held the man's face. "I'm so sorry, Tyler." And he stuck the syringe in his neck.

X

"Where the hell were you?" Hank broke into your room, shouting angrily, sweat running down his forehead, his hands cutting the air. And you were simply laid down inside your cell.

"Uh?"

"Where have you been?"

"With my friend." You smiled at Hank, your joy and serenity contrasted with his agitation. "Can you believe it?"

"I can't! I've been looking for you for hours, how could you disappear like that?"

"You weren't at home when I left either. What's the problem?"

"The fucking problem, Y/N, is that you had just told me our parents are coming back and then you RUN OFF with the most troublesome person of Nevermore!"

"And you?" You retorted calmly, making Hank frown. "Who were you with? Why did you go out? You can't tell me it's your job."

"I went shopping with Enid." He said monotonously. "I needed more clothes after our last training."

"And where's it?" You looked at your brother: the way his eyes widened slightly before he frowned again. "You went to a best friends-shopping night out and brought nothing?"

"You—"

"Back off, Hank." You grunted, turning on the floor and turning your back to him. "Keep your lies to yourself, you're not going to ruin my day."

You could hear him sighing loudly. 

"Why did you call me?" He whispered, his tone more similar to his usual voice: calm and kind, but it was still stiff. He was still mad. 

"Dinner." You replied. "I'm starving."

"Okay, let's go eat something then."

"I don't want to be with you." 

Hank gritted his teeth.  

"I will…I will…" He shook his head, in disbelief. "You know what? Fine. Stay cranky and spend the night hungry!" Hank stormed out the room and slammed the door. 

You did spend the night hungry, with nothing but books and journals fulfilling you. You did everything in your power to stay awake – and to not think about your family.

You wanted to forget your family.

And you thought you'd make it until the nightmare came back.

@cursedchar (Tyler’s development has begun 😈) @i984 (Hot N Cold is playing on my mind) @4pparecium @toournextadventure @tnnadia @colezb @elduster @efectoangel @sweetaimu @tundra1029 @rainbowsixreader @awolfcsworld @rainbow-love4ever @alexkolax @anonymousewrites

[i984]

i’ve been living off of crumbs, i’m dying to find more fics but it’s dry af. (besides you, you’re wonderful)

any recommendations of writers? i wanna be more involved in peoples works.

I AM SCARED TO TAG HELP but @ missmonsters2 and @ robiin-buckley both were my main inspiration to write (and still is!). Other great writers that I can pull out of my dusty morning brain such as: @vorsdany @wol-fica @simp4wom3n @simpsforwomen @ykiwrite @thenextdawn @cursedchar @maryannecrimsworth @lum13 @tulipsbymybed hehe and these are just some of my moots that I've interacted with recently! MANY OTHERS MY PUNY MIND CAN'T SEEM TO REMEMBER HAS WRITTEN OUT AMAZING WORKS AND I AM SO SORRY I CANT RECALL THE NAMES OF THE BLOGS.

All are great writers and honestly every one of you should go check their works and GIVE EM LOVE AND SUPPORT!

EDIT: I FORGOT THE CRACK FIC WRITER @mindingmybidness12

[i984]

I blinked-

And we're here already 😭🤌🏻 HOW ARE WE GROWING SO QUICKLY-

Thank you thank you thank you for everyone who had given me and this blog a chance! And that's why I have a teeny tiny announcement to make...

I'm planning on writing a series! It's still in the very early stage of development... and honestly I feel really scared to even try to do this.

I have figured out a few plot points and what I want the story to be centered around, and I start to realize I have no idea what I'm doing 😭

Several people have been so generous as to offer their help with building this upcoming Wednesday series, and honestly they've been a life saver! To @maryannecrimsworth and @vorsdany , I can't thank you enough.

But the most important question remains: Would you guys want a 50k fic? I've been only doing one-shots and I don't mind continuing to do this!

Honestly if anybody has a question regarding this plan or wants to offer help or ideas, please please PLEASE don't hesitate to do so 😭 My DMs and asks are always open! 💗💖☺

And once again, thank you for 400 followers! Not nearly a month here, but I know I want to continue doing the one thing I like: writing!

[i984]

I heard Lou memes are on the menu now, so here's my contribution

ANSWERING THIS REAL QUICK EVEN WHEN I'VE GOT TO DO A THING BECAUSE FRIEND. THANK YOU FOR THE MEME. also true story pls do not give me angst i will cry

[i984]

how are you back, planning to post a fic tomorrow, and then also planning to desert this account? 😭

YEAH I was thinking I'll post one last fic, and then YEET because bro I shouldn't have taken that break im so far behind in performance and shit

[i984]

orange or black cats

WHY NOT BOTH

[i984]

Fluff! And its okay if its cracked fluff cuz that is hella funny and adorable. Imma make wednesday a bit occ in my req feel free to make her ooc or not

Wednesday x Reader

Both graduated from Nevermore years ago and have been together since their 2nd Year in Nevermore. One day, you see Wednesday just looking at you with love and fondness in her eyes while you were laying down on the couch scrolling through your phone. You open your arms far and wide, a gesture that obviously invites her to come lay with you on the couch, she lays on top of you and kisses your jaw before saying "i love you". You giggle and wrap your arms around her and whisper to her ear "i love you too" and kisses her forehead and you both just lay there content and in love.

I dont know why but i woke up this morning and craved for fluff and warmth

It'll be posted in 35 minutes friend! Thank you for requesting!

[i984]

Okay but what if I ate that cat?!???

Then what

🤔🤨🤨🙂

(I think I'm going insane. Someone cure me of this sickness)

STOP TRYING TO EAT RANDOM STUFF

Bro get some rest. and TAKE YOUR HUGE MEDS.

[i984]

this is so cute just wanted to share

IT IS SO CUTE THANK YOU

[i984]

ME IM HERE LOVE <3

I have arrived to request Wednesday X Reader (idc the gender) where Wednesday and Ready had a lil something something back at her old school before she moved to nevermore. Pugsley could invite Reader to come to a parents weekend or something and when Wednesday sees reader she goes beserk (heart all fluttery, stomach butterflies, blushing) and runs at reader and suffocates them in a hug.

Take your time, drink water, and have fun !

(love u lots <3<3<3 )

AHHHHHH THIS IS TOO CUTE! I feel like this would pair really well with another request that I received about the selectively mute reader BUT IM STILL TRYING TO FIGURE SOME KINKS OUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ILY 💖💖💖

[i984]

BOO!

(missing the interactions we used to have lolol)

BEAU!!!!!!

(me too sweetheart 😭😭😭 I pray for enough mental capacity and energy to even wake up every day HELP but I shall return to you as soon as possible 💘💘💘)

[i984]

Meow

A cat!! There's a cat in my inbox!!