#nevermore academy backpack

[hislittleraincloud]

Ah, you must be the super delusional one spreading this bull💩 around.

We already covered this on Twitter. It's not the freaking mansion, it's Nevermore.

Once again, slowly : It's a Nevermore backpack and even has the damn sign over Wednesday's head. Nevermore was intentionally designed to look like the mansion.

Can we just talk about how ENID is at the window of the ADDAMS MANOR in the new merch?? Like, Wednesday brought HER home??? Wenclair endgame guys 😌

[ajortga]

can you keep a secret?

pairing: wednesday addams x werewolf fem reader

summary: you miss your girlfriend who's recently transferred to nevermore academy. your persistent whining is able to transfer you to nevermore and cling onto her the whole time there.

word count: 5k+

based off request!

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W and R are in a relationship, W transfers to Nevermore. W and R may not have anything in common, but they do on some things, like R being an outcast as well (a werewolf ), R insists their parents that they transfer to Nevermore too. After they successfully did, R immediately finds W, the outcast's curious to what'll happen to R (obvi doesn't know they knew each other).. Basically every student in Nevermore sees them together everyday. One, asks W who R is to W, she answers truthfully, "They're My Lover." everything and everyone just goes crazy

-

“Cara mia, we live next to each other,” Wednesday says softly, brushing your hair back as you braid her black silky hair.

You hum, a little sad, finishing to braid her two tiny braids that hung low to her chest.

“But I won’t see you in school, baby." A huff escapes your lips as your girlfriend sighs, giving up on trying to coax your madness.

“Or at all,” you add, “you’ll have a damn dorm with some girl that you’ve never seen before. It’s not fair.”

The raven-haired girl rolls her eyes, “I’ll cut off my heart with the sharpest knife I know if I ever started to love someone more than you,” Wednesday suggests, trying to make you feel better.

She cups your cheeks as you refuse to speak and rubs her thumb gently around the pink tint covering them. A way to always make you feel better. Yet she knows better because you certainly don’t look better.

“We’re both outcasts Weds. My stupid parents just won’t allow me to transfer because they think Nevermore is weird. Yet they went to school there. That's not fair."

“They’re just trying to protect you. I'd feel that way too for our daughter if Nevermore had hurt me. If someone ever hurt you, they’re death will be a long one. Sufferable and miserable. So bad that they’ll beg for forgiveness before they bleed out.”

Usually Wednesday would expect you to smile and giggle, but you’re not. Why does your girlfriend have to leave you?

“Can’t you stay?” You ask, voice tiny.

“As much as I sneak out, Mother has already informed everyone including your parents not to let me stay the night. They are used to my.. Tactics per say.”

Your sharp nails from your growth as a soon to be wolfed out werewolf emerges, clawing the wood you attached to your wall when this kind of stuff happens.

"I can sneak you in and I'll even build you a door in my closet," you suggest.

"No, Y/N."

"What if we install a life-like robot and I'll sneak out with you?"

"No."

You huff angrily, slashing the wood.

Wednesday firmly takes your hand, and your hand almost scratches her, yet it stops as you don’t want to hurt her, “Stop that.”

“No,” you state, tugging your hand away and sinking them into the wood, so hard that a big ass dent forms.

Your girlfriend sighs, rolling her eyes as she sweeps her bangs away from her eyes, “I don’t know what you want me to do bambina. Maybe I could.. Sneak you away from this horrid place. But at what cost? Nevermore seems strange. Not strange in a way I’d want to discover in mysteries though.”

She sees the way you sigh, disappointed. Upset.

“You’ll be there for a whole school year, it’s far.”

“I’ll bring my typewriter. Distance won’t change that, swear on my cemetery. I’ll write you letters at night, secretly take the principal's mailbox and send them to you. Or I’ll threaten Thing in my backpack and crawl till he can give it to you.” Wednesday isn’t kidding, her stare is cold, well usually it was cold, but not towards you. “He can suffer in thorns, I’ll stitch him up, just as long as.. You’ll write back?”

You nod, yet you don’t care about the letters, you care about her.

“You’ll send them?”

“Yes.”

“Every night?”

“Yes.”

“What if you begin to stop when you feel like it’s not working anymore?”

“I won’t Y/N.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Oh, but I do.”

"No you don't, you don't know the future."

"But I do know that I won't stop sending my letters. I can feel it."

You stop scratching the wood and you bury yourself on Wednesday, breathing in her scent as you try to comfort yourself. Yet even when the lights are off, your heart is pounding, feeling alone.

-

A tear falls from your cheek as you watch Lurch stuff his trunk, Wednesday talking to her mother and father, while hesitantly hugging Pugsley. 

“You’ll have so much fun.” Morticia says, with a smile, kissing her cheek and staining it slightly with her black lipstick.

“Define fun as boring and a punishment, sure,” Wednesday stiffly responds, yet softens as she looks at you. She takes her mother’s hand off her shoulder and approaches you.

“If you cry, it'll be raining all day. And you don't want it to be all gloomy for you? I don't want my socks wet. A poem, along with two pages written in a small font. One to express my day, and one to express that stupid love so you can sleep peacefully at night with nightmares.” Wednesday says, stopping for a moment, “sweet nightmares,” she adds.

You nod, yet your tear stained cheeks aren’t really helping, she reaches up and wipes it off with her thumb. Then let you hug her, you immediately bury yourself into her and she sighs.

“I’ll be thinking of you, till every grain of sand can be counted.”

You watch her approach the car, then slip in. She has the window scroll down, and you look at her. As the car engine roars, you bite your lip. And slowly watch it wheel away. Slowly jogging till it’s out of sight.

-

It’s been two weeks. And sure enough, Wednesday has kept her promise. She’s sent you letters you’ve kept in your drawer, they’re never repetitive, but always show you love. You like it like that, knowing that it isn’t a chore for her to write letters for you. If anything, they’ve lengthened in size as she's sent more and more.

It makes you miss her a little more. You have to hug your life-sized stuffed animal at night that she sprayed her perfume on. She also left half a bottle on your counter, just in case it runs out. Though it takes longer to sleep, it makes you feel a little better knowing there was something that was like a piece of her beside you.

Thing has visited you, and you know that little guy has a huge memory. You lost the letter you were going to hand Thing, and though you were a little sad, he moved his fingers and you realized you could speak to him for hours and he would tell Wednesday every detail. She had even wrote to you,

~

I owe Thing a thank you, yet he can be provoking at times. He had communicated to me for an hour, thirty minutes, and thirty two seconds about your day. I always wonder what secrets lay in the Addams Family. Yet I’m not quite comprehending why Thing has a big memory space.

Nonetheless, I think about you everyday. My roommate, Enid, has been unpleasant with her interesting taste of fashion and colors. It’s distracting. In a negative way. You’re distracting in a way where I can’t take my eyes off your enticing figure Y/N. Weems had bothered me the whole day, smothered me with questions and made sure I was doing fine. No wonder why mother got along with her so much. Those two are like the same person just one with smothered ink. But, something that sparked my particular interest was that you can dorm with two other people. Thing had told me that there was an accident at your school. If you’d like, which I’d appreciate, could ask your mother about transferring, say it’s dangerous. You aren’t a late wolfer, but convince her possibly that Nevermore can increase your chances. Wish you were here, I hate Mr. Tuesday. That white bunny is always staring at me during my typing time. But I can tolerate him a bit more, knowing you gifted it to me. You love Mr. Tuesday, so I appreciate your gesture. It’s not often I get visions, but they’ve almost made me want to experience them more. I see you in them, baking. Writing to me. It makes me almost happy.

Enid keeps trying to get to know me, she’s a strange soul, but she’s a werewolf, like you. You two are nothing alike, yet I think you two would get along a bit too much. Except you don’t blast random glitter pop music during the night. During my WRITING TIME. Even thinking about it rots my brain. But I miss you cariño. Sleep tight, I’ve left at least 300 things to hide in your house and you’ll never expect where they are. But everyone is special, it’ll make you at least smile a little when I tell you each night. Today’s item is snuck inside your bed, I used Mother’s chainsaw to cut through the wood, it’s a tiny version of Mr. Tuesday. I asked Thing the other day to sneak it in that spot and he sanded the wood back in. It should be a sort of door. But I crocheted it during my free time, there are times where I can’t think during my writing time. That is an understatement, but I only think of you. But I’m hoping you can enjoy it for today.

Love you, sleep cozily,

Weds

-

You smile as you look under your bed, now noticing the small outline from Wednesday’s chainsaw and you open the little compartment to see another crocheted white bunny of Mr. Tuesday. You nuzzle it and place it on your desk. You love him. You even spent a few minutes grabbing white yarn and attaching it to your tote bag.

You think about what Wednesday said, someone had gotten hurt in your school from being stabbed by a senior that was drunk. Obviously he didn’t mean it. But you had seen how anxious your mom got when she found out the news.

It was 11:23PM, and your mom’s room light was illuminated from the hallway. You get out of bed, ruffle your hair, and approach her room. Your only thought is Wednesday.

-

Before you could even ask, you already noticed her holding a black card, the logo of Nevermore Academy apparent. It said in bolded letters, 1965 Jericho’s long lasting Nevermore Academy. One for outcasts.

“Mom?” You said, your voice slowly quiet, and she looked up at you, waving you over.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “I’ve been thinking about the accident at your school. And I know you don’t like that place that much. And as much as I feel like I should keep you there. Your safety is important to me.”

Your excitement grows, you want to have that wide smile off your face.

“So?...” You question, wondering if she was saying what you were thinking she meant.

“And you keep bringing Wednesday up. So me and Morticia talked, and I talked with your father. We’re going to send you to Nevermore, but only if you want to. As long as you write to us every end of the week and call us. We want our little wolf to meet ones like her. It’s not often you find ones like us here.”

You nod.

“Yes!”

You didn't even think it would be that easy.

-

As soon as you get the news you squeal and call Wednesday early in the morning. She responds almost quickly, her voice on the other line, “What brings you to call me this early Y/N?”

“I’m transferring to Nevermore!” You say, you were much more excited but your tired voice betrayed you.

There’s a pause, then a small, “What?”

“I’m coming!”

A laugh and you can almost feel your girlfriend smiling with a toothy grin with her ear pressed to the phone.

“I knew your parents would let you go somehow,” she says, voice more excited, yet anyone else would not notice but you.

You can hear some rustling, “I’m going to ask Weems if you can dorm with me. I can kick Enid out for all I care, yet she isn’t horrible. Just, I’d rather spend it with you if she doesn’t allow a three dorm. Maybe I shouldn’t bring up a three dorm at all.”

“Thing, go back home and ask Father if Lurch can drive Y/N to Nevermore. Actually, include that if he won’t ask, I’ll shave his head off. Also make sure that he sprays two times of her favorite perfume, have her favorite sour candy ready, her headphones, her books, and tell him to pack some melon milk for her too. And her cow stuffie. Make sure he’s playing the playlist she made that’s saved in the car.”

There is a pause, and she makes a small, ‘oh oh’

“Baby,” Wednesday doesn’t call you that much, but when she does you’re over the moon. It usually shows that she’s happy. Really happy, yet her voice is still soft and composed, “I installed a door behind your clothes in your closet, guess we’ll unwrap the 300 presents when we go home. But I got another Mr. Tuesday there, he has some sort of costume on.” 

She pauses, you hear a random girl jumping up and down in the background, squealing about something as your girlfriend groans and presses her ear back into her phone, sending Enid an annoyed glare, “Pack your stuff, I’ll be waiting. I might as well cut my ears off if Enid won’t stop blabbing her mouth off.” You can tell that Wednesday turns her head to face her new roommate, she says louder, since Enid couldn’t hear her talking to you, “Better yet, slice her mouth off.” Then Enid’s squeals die down.

You grin through the phone as you grab out another version of Mr. Tuesday with a mushroom hat, you hug him tight.

The doorbell rings and you hear your mom open it, putting Wednesday on speaker phone.

“I’m almost done packing.”

“Y/N, honey. Mrs. Addams requests to see you,” your mother’s voice echoes through the hallway and you glance at the door.

You don’t know how Wednesday can hear it but she does, “I’m taking into conclusion that she received my message. Oh yes, she replied with those stupid icons. Yet it is one of a thorny rose and a gravestone.”

“Coming!” You stuff your bags, “Be right back.”

-

You almost choke as Morticia brings you into her embrace, hugging her back with an easing gentleness.

“Hello little one,” her soft voice says, the one you find comfort in as much as you do Wednesday’s. She gently rubs your hair, “I informed Lurch for your arrival, he’s outside whenever you’ll be ready dear. I’m so glad you decided to willingly join Nevermore. It has been a place that holds many memories. It’s where I met Gomez and fell in love. Maybe Wednesday and you can find the secrets in it. Go on journeys with her. Dig some graves, set them on fire."

It weird you out, but you smile, nodding, “To spend it with Wednesday is all I need.”

“You’re a special soul, a pure heart I can handle. Now go,” she waves you away, “Don’t keep him waiting for long.”

You give her one last grin and look over your shoulder before turning the corner.

-

After hanging up on Wednesday when you finish packing all your bags, your mother and father hug you goodbye and give you your favorite cranberry juice. Sweet.

It’s cozy in the Addams car, comfortingly with no talk, just the music Wednesday requested (forced) Lurch to play that lingers in your playlist. You feel like a butler with all the requests Wednesday smothered him with.

An hour passes and you can see the way the clouds slightly come into view, then you see the environment change as a sign that reads, “Welcome to Jericho! A Town of History”

Then, you finally see the academy in view, and Lurch arrives right in front, before taking your bags and guiding you to Principal Weems.

“It is my honor to have you here at Nevermore. This school has history, and where you’ll certainly grow,” her smile is wide, a little too welcoming it gets a little scary.

You just give small mumbles and nods, “Well, Morticia called me this morning and I quickly looked through your demographics. It also isn’t a coincidence that you have straight A’s. A 4.3 GPA. Many extracurriculars, and of course, you’re a werewolf. I see.”

“It is no surprise also that you had gone to the same school as another student who just enrolled, Morticia’s daughter, Wednesday. She sure is.. Different. But nonetheless talented. She had asked me yesterday afternoon if it was possible to have a dorm of three, and I’m assuming that you have been planning to dorm with her for the rest of the semester?”

She reads your mind, you immediately nod your head up and down, “Yes.”

“Well, most of the 3 dorms have been occupied, but her and Enid seem to have a slow relationship. I’ll have her in my office today, but by the end of the night or tomorrow morning I’ll give you my answer.” Weems scribbles on a note, writes some address and a name, “You’ll be rooming with Yoko, sound okay?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll call Enid up, for your guide.”

“..Guide?”

She nods, “Of course, we have many classes you can do, and people you can meet. She knows this place well, and I know that she’ll open up your shell.”

-

As Wednesday watches Enid leave, a soft grin forms on her face as she unties Thing from the random crocheted pink jacket Enid made for him.

Her eyes scan Enid as the door closes, then she turns to him, “I’m expecting Y/N is here. I’ve crocheted a questionable amount of Mr. Tuesdays.” She informs, “I shouldn’t have admitted that,” Wednesday sighs, as she pulls out the drawer next to her to reveal at least 40 assorted sizes of the same bunny. There were some in outfits, wigs. Wednesday almost finds it as therapeutic as her writing time. She crochets them whenever Enid leaves their dorm.

Thing smacks his head, and the braided girl glares at him, “Don’t judge me, I can cut off your fingers any time,” she threatens, seeing the way Thing surrendered with two fingers up in the air.

Then he moves around his fingers and does random hand movements.

“You think I’d follow Enid and try to make conversation with Y/N so much that Enid will get suspicious? You’d really think I’d do that?” 

Thing agrees.

“Then, you know me too well, let’s go.”

-

“Enid, glad you’re- Wednesday? It seems like you’ve tagged along,” Weems adds as she almost seems surprised, looking at her. If anything, the look in her eye is cautious.

“Yes,” Wednesday responds, trying to avoid the way your eyes almost smile as you look at her, but if anyone else were to look at you, they wouldn’t notice. “I’ve decided to accompany Enid, this is much more exciting than some other events at Nevermore,” she adds again, not entirely rude.

You sit in the middle while Wednesday takes the only left seat available, scooches her chair closer. Her hand rubs over yours after meeting under the covers of Weem’s desk. She takes note of how a small smile creeps on your face when Weem talks because of that.

“This is actually so awesome,” the blonde cheers next to you, making you turn your head and turn it, confused.

“We’re both werewolves silly! We should dorm 3 together! Wait, are there even any 3 dorms left?” When the principal shakes her head no, Enid sighs, “Then Wednesday can pair with Yoko. Actually, she barely even talks to Yoko, let alone handle her better than she’ll be able to handle me.”

You blink, glance at Wednesday for a moment and she shakes her head frantically.

“What if I dorm with her?”

The question leaves everyone silent, well everyone is surprised but Wednesday.

“You’d want to room with Wednesday while Enid rooms with Yoko?”

There's a lingering silence as you look around, “Why not? I'd like to get to know her better,” you lie. The most you want to do is get to talk to your girlfriend again.

"Oh. You don't want to, you know, get to know Wednesday before actually having to dorm with her?"

"Nope."

"Well, then that’s settled for your dorm. I’ll have to file Enid for a dorm change. But I’d like to ask if that is okay for both Wednesday and Enid.”

“Yes,” your girlfriend immediately responds, then coughs a little to cover up her excitement that’s masked behind her calm demeanor. “I can take a break from someone that is the complete opposite of me.

“I’d be happy to dorm with Yoko, at least I can have my music playing at night and my glitter-”

“My ears are bleeding Enid, don’t mention that word you just said.”

“Glitter?” Enid questions.

“No.”

You giggle from your girlfriend’s demeanor, squeezing her hand under the desk.

-

“This is Ophiela Hall! You don’t need to find your people here, you can make plenty of friends in other groups, but you have a group of werewolves! And what makes it even better is that we haven’t wolfed out!” Enid jumps up and down and you watch her legs bounce up and down, up and down. She’s like a whole party.

People give you two small looks, both you and Wednesday can tell they’re almost surprised she tagged along with someone whos new. It makes you smile a little.

Your girlfriend notices them whispering about you. Not anything bad, you seem like the sweetest person out of them all, but they’re whispering about the two of you. Even Bianca gives you a cautious look, but you’re too distracted to know what their saying as Enid keeps talking to you and dragging you along. Wednesday follows like a puppy.

“Enid, hey.” A boy speaks up, and you turn around at the new voice, he’s wearing blue and a beanie. The same tie everyone is wearing.

“Oh hi Ajax, this is Y/N. She’s new and I’m showing her around.”

A glare is thrown at Ajax as your girlfriend exhales. You give a small wave, “Hi.”

“You a werewolf too?”

You nod, seeing the way his hat kind of turns sideways, poking some peeking out snakes back into it. That’s scary.

The bell rings and you look around, confused, Enid grabs the paper you stuck in your bag.

“Oh, hey! Your next class is with Wednesday and I, it’s just plant anatomy with Thornhill. Come on.”

-

Somehow Wednesday gets Xaiver to move away from her, so now you’re sitting next to her.

“What the hell is this class?”

“Thornhill just talks about plants. The only entertaining aspect of this is that I like seeing Bianca fail to beat me. Though that goes in almost everything.”

The auburn hair girl turns around, with a wide smile and fairly big glasses for the size of her head.

“It’s a pleasure to have a new student, I’m glad to have you in our third period class Y/N.”

You embarrassingly smile, everyone looking at you, some with smiles and some with just small glances. 

“Could you give us the formula on how to turn this plant into a…” Thornhill goes on and you look at the plant, it seems it’s a Ghost Orchid.

You answer almost immediately, and Wednesday nudges you with her foot to almost say a ‘yay.’

Bianca stares at you as Thronhill clasps her hands together, “Exactly, you know your plants well. I’m sure you’ll excel here. Today we’ll have a change of assignments. It’ll be a challenge for duos against other duos and whoever answers first, and correctly for that fact, will earn a point till all the questions run out. Sound easy enough? Alright, let me get my cards ready.”

A knowing smirk grows in between you two, “We’ll win in no time,” Wednesday states, you look at the duos. It’s you and her, Enid and Yoko, Bianca and Divina, and other people you have no clue about, including Xaiver.

The game starts and before Thornhill can even get to the end of the question, you and Wednesday slap the bell, giving out the answer.

“Quick hands,” Xavier mumbles.

“That’s correct! Great job girls.”

The game goes on, and you’re tied with Bianca’s team. The silence can be cut with a knife as the two duos anticipately wait for the question. As Thornhill begins to read out the question, it takes you two a while to know the answer. Bianca and Divina seem stuck.

It’s several moments before the learning in your past catches up to you, slamming the bell and saying out the answer.

“Correct once again! You two win, great job! You can grab a succulent or stick to two pieces of candy that’s probably expired at the end of class.”

You and Wednesday high-five and to say the least, everyone is surprised because the braided-hair girl never let’s anyone touch her.

-

Weeks have past, and you’ve never been happier. Giving ideas for Wednesday’s stories that even she never thought about, helping her crochet more Mr. Tuesdays, so much that she had thing steal a laundry basket from Weem’s office, and even braid her hair and put black ribbons. She’s grateful to have you at Nevermore, her stories have been expanding because of you.

Your always stuck to her side, fencing playfully with her, even willing to go out in the woods with her. But she hasn’t went out since your arrival, knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave her side, and she certainly doesn’t want you getting hurt.

Even you and her worked together designing a matching cat on your black and white pajamas.

It’s fun when you two get to talk about life when you two are in your dorms, even better when you two are on the balcony and watching the stars. Wednesday plays the cello while you sing. She loves that she has someone that she puts her closed-off personality aside for.

“I love it, you look so pretty with bows baby,” you say, tying the ribbon.

“You look pretty with bows or without cara mia.” 

“Shut ‘p,” you say, smacking her arm lightly as she wraps her arms around you and rubs your hair.

It’s not long till Weems announce that it’s time for lunch.

Wednesday gets up, signalling you to come with her, but when you don’t, she comes back to sit next to you.

“I’m just looking for my necklace, you can go ahead, it won’t take long, promise.”

She sighs, and nods for a moment, then points at Thing, “Help her.”

Thing waves his hands as she blows a soft air kiss and closes the door.

-

It’s sprinkling a little bit when Wednesday is outside.

“How does Wednesday act so non-hazardous with Y/N? It’s honestly impressive.”

“That’s not impressive, how the hell does she not smack her or give her glares? Do you not see the way her eyes actually look normal when she looks at her? Not even normal, they’re gentle! Plus she was the first to go run and get a bandaid when Y/N accidentally got a paper cut.”

It’s like they summoned the girl, who’s holding a plate of her lunch.

Enid smiles and Wednesday sits down, looking at everyone.

“Are you seriously speaking about me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We want to know why the hell you are actually sweet with Y/N.”

“You could’ve used any word besides sweet.”

“Baby-like?”

“Even worse.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” Bianca adds, somehow now being in this conversation, “You killed the biggest spider that was crawling to her, for her.”

“She doesn’t like spiders. Who wouldn’t use not being afraid of spiders to protect someone who is?”

Bianca blinks, then wrinkles her nose, “If it was me you’d certainly let it bite me.”

“Well that’s different.”

Everyone at the table groans, “Exactly!”

“What did I tell you?”

“The only person you’d not let it bite is Y/N, we just want to know why.”

“I’m protecting her because she’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone turns their head to her, “What?”

Enid slams her fists to the table, “I fucking knew it. I knew it! Ajax, you owe me five dollars. I CALLED IT.”

“The Wednesday Addams actually has a girlfriend?”

“Why didn’t we catch on?”

“They’re kinda cute together- don’t even speak or she’ll actually cut your head off if you say cute.”

Everyone is arguing with each other, going crazy. But by the time they cool down and look at where Wednesday was sitting, her seat is empty.

Then everyone looks around and sees her draping her black jacket over your tiny figure, she pulls you closer to her chest as you hold onto her. (Let’s say she’s atleast 4 inches taller than 5’1 in this.) You tug her big jacket over your shoulders as you hug her. She holds onto you and guides you to the table, kissing your forehead and brushing your damp hair.

Even when she comes back, she bends down and takes the butterfly that’s resting on your hair and places it on your hand. “I heard somewhere that if a butterfly lands on you, it means that they see you as a beautiful flower.” 

“I never heard that before.”

“I know, I made that up.”

Everyone starts screaming again, making your girlfriend and your heads snap at them.

“Look at them!”

“Aw! So cute!”

“I want to say this is disgusting but they’ll be my roman empire soon enough.”

You turn back to her, seeing her eyes soften, almost happily, "You told them?”

“I didn’t know why they didn’t conclude to that in the beginning.”

Bianca groans, rolling her eyes as everyone is screaming, then Xavier chimes in. "Back to that spider scenario. I definitely think Wednesday would kill it for me."

You glare at him, clinging onto your girlfriend a little more like a koala. She rubs your back as you tighten your arms around her.

"Your sense of self-love is filled with stupidity. I'd kill the spiders that are harmless to you and leave the ones that are most venomous and ugly looking for people like you, have some respect."

Xavier goes quiet, making a defeated grunt.

Everyone does their little, 'awws' again. You turn to her, now that everyone knows about your status.

“At least we can kiss in the hallways?”

“Maybe save that for the dorms.”

“Can we kiss right now?”

Wednesday’s eyebrows lift up, and she sighs, turning you away from the group and giving you a light kiss, as your lips press together, she nudges a small Mr. Tuesday now with inverted colors, a black bunny. They're both holding hearts and have a star over their head.

"Now Mr. Tuesday has a Mr. Wednesday," she says softly, tucking her black jacket tighter around you as you continue hugging her.

"And Miss. Y/L/N has a Miss. Addams."

[jazzyoranges]

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Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Summary: based on this ask!

Words: 1.4k

A/n: this kinda doesn’t have a plot 😭 whoopsies

Warnings: blood, wounds, i swear it’s not angsty R just takes a small tumble lol

“Did it hurt?”

“What, when I fell from heaven?” You crack a smile at your very hilarious joke, but Wednesday does her version of a huff and an eye-roll

“Apologies, I should have elaborated better.” You wince a little in pain as Wednesday disinfects the open wound on your knee and the smaller cuts around your body

The Addams girl was taking Thing and her pet bird, aka you, for a walk outside Nevermore in the forest that surrounded the academy as she watched you loop around in circles. She’d assume you were training for some competition if she didn’t know your personality enough, but Wednesday ultimately came to the conclusion you just had the bird equivalent of zoomies

You squawked at other birds as you passed them by in their trees, and Wednesday made a mental note to ask you if you could actually talk and understand them. Her hypothesis was that you couldn’t and you were just making animal noises for your own amusement

Either her hypothesis was true and you had no idea what you said, or you knowingly called a bird a slur. The previous was probably true due to the horrified expression on your face as a murder of crows you were “talking” to started chasing you down. You must’ve squawked something real bad for all of them to come after you.

You miss the smirk Wednesday has on her face.

The crows must’ve overwhelmed you pretty bad, because next thing she knew you were hitting every single branch of a tree in human form. Was that intentional? She’d have to ask you about it later. After she made sure you weren’t dead, of course

Wednesday arrived just in time for you to almost slam straight into her head, but a simple side step caused you to eat shit instead. There was a very noticeable and loud thump when your head hit a tree root. Wednesday would’ve been more concerned if you didn’t immediately curl into the fetal position, mumbling about how you’d take a nap right then and there

Either shapeshifters were gods, or you just had a really fucking thick skull. Wednesday internally smiled at the thought.

The Addams girl was well aware of the smelling salts in her backpack for times like these, but she looked at Thing for what he wanted to do to get you up. You could wait… probably.

After some inspection, Thing decided it was best to call Enid to carry you back to their dorm. The wound on your knee would only make you limp and cause more pain.

Wednesday made sure to keep you alive, though. She poked you with a stick here and there and gave you reassurance, which she saw you smile at.

You were prone to accidents. Both of the Addams knew you were fine. Truly, it was just another Tuesday. Wake up, go to class, take girlfriend and Thing on a walk, you break a bone, it was all a part of the schedule

It wasn’t even a shapeshifter thing either, you just refused to die. Which the Addams was ultimately grateful for, but your ability to visit death like a close friend had Wednesday just a little jealous

A groan of pain from the back of your throat brings the shorter girl back to the present

“Why did you turn human in the middle of the sky?”

“Whenever I shift I have to really concentrate on it the entire time, so I guess those crows just really fucked me up and messed with my focus” You sigh

“Is it hard? To keep concentration, I mean.” Wednesday starts to wrap the bigger wound on your knee with a bandage wrap

“I’ve been doing it forever, so it’s kinda easy. Not when you’re getting jumped by crows, though…”

“Could you not just shift a pair of wings for yourself?”

“I was already focusing on having the thick skull of a ram.” You knock on your head for effect. “How do you think I haven’t died yet?”

Oh so it was a shapeshifter thing. She was right about your thick skull, though

“Perhaps you should tell Enid that,” Wednesday gets up from her kneeling position in front of you. “She almost fainted carrying you on the way here and I have reason to believe it isn’t because you’re heavy.”

“Maybe I should get her something as compensation…” You mumble to yourself as Wednesday helps you out of the bathroom, using her as a crutch so you can flop onto her bed

The Addams girl sits beside you, your face buried in her sheets. Both of you fall into a comfortable silence as Wednesday continues to stare at you, her mind coming up with endless questions about your abilities.

If concentration was a constant concern, was Wednesday not giving you not enough credit? To focus on multiple tasks at once, surely it was hard for someone as air-headed as you. But then again, you have been doing this for your entire life. Did your concentration come as easy as breathing? Was it so natural you barely noticed it?

And surely the process hurt, right? Your molecules were repositioning themselves to fit the look of an entirely different being. What was there a difference between you and Weems?

What were your limitations? Wednesday would like to test them. Maybe if she’d ask kindly enough you’d-

“Ask your questions, Wens” You mumble into her soft bedsheets, your voice snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts

“Pardon?”

“We’re girlfriends. You can read my mind as much as I can read yours”

“And your logical explanation for that, is..?”

“Girlfriend magic.” You hold up your hands while shaking them, and Wednesday immediately recognizes the jazz hands you had quite an addiction to

“Another day, it’s best you rest.”

This makes you turn your head to look at Wednesday, a smile threatening to take over your face

“I don’t understand why people don’t believe me when I say you’re the romantic one” You gush

“Unless you want me to bombard you with questions until morning rises, I’d suggest you stay quiet.”

“Yes ma’am” You pull down Wednesday on her bed, shoving your face into the shorter girls collar.

From that day forward Wednesday asks you one question a day about your abilities, and you make sure to answer them as best as you can. It was something Wednesday appreciated about you.

Answers would span from 15 minutes to almost 2 hours long. There were some days you had to pull out the whiteboard that was collecting dust in the bee shed, writing and drawing out key information

At first it was casual, it really was. But a month later it was almost like class with how the Addams had a book and a half filled with information about you. A class Wednesday could actually get behind.

She’s learned every shapeshifter is different. Some turn into people, some turn into animals, and others can turn into both. So the book and a half was really just information about you, which Wednesday wasn’t exactly opposed to

Meditation seemed to be a pretty big thing to you. Whenever Wednesday was writing, you’d be meditating. At first the Addams questioned if you were compatible being in a room with her loud typewriter, but you insisted the noise was necessary for you to tune out

Another thing Wednesday learned is that you couldn’t exceed four limbs. Which, you made sure to voice your opinion on. The dreams of being a four-legged and two-winged western dragon was impossible, so unfortunately you’d have to make your peace with being a wyvern instead

Small snores came from you curled around Wednesday under a tree as a tiger. She could only focus on how you always somehow resembled your human face

Turning to a new page of her journal, the Addams girl starts to sketch the face of your tiger next to the one of your lion. No matter what form you’d take, Wednesday would be able to recognize it.

[simpforboys]

in for the long haul

xavier x fem!addams!reader

summary: you’re the daughter of fester and attend nevermore. xavier tries to fight for your heart no matter how long it may take.

warnings: kinda angsty, fluff ending, reader is goth (just like me fr), swear words, xavier is such a simp

works for both blood related or adopted daughter (whatever your imagination desires) as there’s no physical descriptions

IM SO PROUD OF THIS PLS

ever since your father had been keeping a low profile, you had been staying with your aunt morticia and uncle gomez.

your father knew it would be the best option for you. hanging out with your cousins, pugsley and wednesday, should be fun, right?

but after too many troubles with wednesday, morticia decided to send you both to nevermore academy.

wednesday had taken a strong hatred for the place from the beginning. you, however, were beginning to warm up to it. you would never admit it, but you secretly liked your black and white uniform you and wednesday received.

you began to except friendships (unlike your cousin). a vampire named hera was your roommate and probably your closest friend, other than wednesday’s roommate, enid.

but out of everyone in the school, one person specifically stood out to you. xavier thorpe.

you didn’t know why he had taken such a strong liking to you. he made efforts to be around you, make you feel included, and try to see you smile.

so, as you sat in thornhill’s class, you tried to keep your eyes open as she taught on and on and on about specific types of plants.

xavier could feel your boredom from his desk a few seats away. he grabbed a sheet of paper and pencil and began doodling on the white sheet.

you were so zoned out you almost didn’t feel the little tap on your ankle. you looked down the table to find a black rabbit that appeared to be alive, straight out of a drawing.

you looked up at xavier threw your eyelashes. your cold, empty, dead stare was enough to almost make him feel scared.

you were about to reach down to the rabbit when thing crawled down your leg, squishing the rabbit out of existence by accident.

you watched thing’s embarrassment as he crawled into your backpack and zipped it up after him.

you couldn’t help but feel the end of your lips twist into a grin as you looked away. it wasn’t that you didn’t like xavier, you just believed you can spend your time elsewhere instead of taking the risk of heartbreak.

you watched your father’s sanity slowly decrease after the loss of your mother. maybe that’s a reason for his quirky behavior, but the concept of being so in love that it makes you lose all sense of your mind was something you couldn’t comprehend.

why risk everything for one person?

sure, you had your uncle gomez and aunt morticia as an example of sickening love. the way your uncle admired your aunt in such a way, it made you question love.

why is love so good to others, but can be so cruel at the same time?

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after class, you began to walk down to the courtyard when you heard someone jogging behind you. rain was pouring from the sky.

“y/n,” xavier called out.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking up at him through your wet eyelashes. “what?”

“where are you going?” he questioned as you continued to move.

“dunno. maybe i’ll go find something interesting to distract me from the world.”

“are you excited for outreach day?”

“excited for extended labor during a saturday in a little town that doesn’t like us? not exactly how i like to spend my weekends.”

xavier stared at you. sometimes he couldn’t figure out why you were so closed off, so private, so distant.

but he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t intrigue him. when xavier first saw you on campus, he was immediately interested. your beautiful looks (and the fact you and wednesday had little to no color on) captivated him. he needed to know you.

“well, i’m going to the library if you want to come with.”

you watched as xavier licked his lips. you pondered for a moment.

“fine.”

his lips curled into a grin.

the two of you walked to the library. a comfortable silence was between you too, and you could tell he was nervous.

xavier held the door open for you as you entered the library. you immediately walked over to the giant window that overlooked the rain and the small town of jericho.

xavier pulled out a chair across from you. he noticed you watching the rain.

“i like this weather. rain makes me feel good.”

“it’s so… gloomy.” xavier argued.

“look at who you’re talking to,” you joked.

xavier laughed. it was very rare you showed your sense of humor.

“there’s just something about clouds and rain to me. something very… gloomy.”

you referred to xavier’s previous statement. you could see his blush and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

and xavier swore he fell harder.

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you and wednesday stood side by side as principal weems went around with a hat. outreach day had finally arrived.

wednesday reached in and you followed. “what’d you get?” she questioned.

“the weathervane. you?”

“i don’t know what shop this is. but i need to get into pilgrim world.”

wednesday had briefly explained to you about the case she’s trying to solve as well as her novel. you chose to try to ignore her antics because you knew how hyper-fixed she gets on things.

but if she needed you, you would be there in a heartbeat.

“tyler works at the weathervane.” wednesday added.

“the boy who’s in love with you?” you questioned your cousin. wednesday stared at you as you both began to walk to the bus.

“unfortunately. it’s quite frightening how much he likes me. same with xavier for you.”

“understood. i just hope today goes by very quickly.”

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when you entered the weathervane, tyler was there happily to introduce you to his work. “wow, you are very similar to wednesday.” he commented.

“we’re cousins. why are we waiting?” you asked, noticing he hadn’t made any move to start.

“waiting on one more person to show up- there he is.”

you turned your head to see xavier walking in. great.

“y/n?” he stared at you.

“unfortunately.”

“alright, let’s get started.”

tyler gave you guys aprons and then walked you through drinks, taking orders, and normal café stuff.

“y/n, go take your first order.” tyler instructed as he handed you a notepad and pen.

you walked over to an old married couple. when they saw your cold face and dead-looking eyes they jumped.

“what do you want?” you asked.

“actually, i think we’re going to head out.” the old woman motioned for her husband to exit the booth.

xavier couldn’t help but start laughing as you walked back over to them. tyler was shaking his head.

“that’s the opposite of what we want to do, y/n. xavier, you try.”

you both watched as xavier walked over to a group of girls. you didn’t hear what they said, but the way they were giggling as he spoke made you feel sick to your stomach. 

you rolled your eyes as you walked over to the pastry case and took a bite of a cookie. 

“y/n- you know what, never mind. just try to be nicer to the customers.” 

when xavier walked back over with a notepad filled with orders, he immediately noticed your cold and blank stature. 

“are you done flirting with those barbies?” 

xavier smirked as he leaned against the counter, eyes locked directly on yours. it made you feel nervous. 

“why? are you jealous, y/n?” he asked. 

“you wish.” you rolled your eyes. 

“don’t worry y/n, you’re the only one i have my heart set out for.” he mumbled, now standing extremely close to you. you couldn’t help but shiver. 

you were about to speak once more when tyler walked back over. “start getting to work, guys.”

xavier watched as you quickly walked away from him. fucking tyler. 

after an hour you, tyler, and xavier decided it would be best for you to make the drinks rather than take orders. you were absolutely miserable seeing the way xavier made every customer laugh and smile. it was like torture, and not the good kind. the worst part was, you didn’t even know where this feeling was coming from. 

it wasn’t until wednesday walked in when you felt like you could finally breathe. “how are you, cousin?” she asked. 

“i feel like crawling into a deep, dark hole until i shrivel up and die. you?”

“lovely. i feel the same. is tyler here?” 

tyler came walking around the corner. wednesday and him walked away from you as you noticed thing crawling towards you. 

“finally, a real person.” you whispered to thing as he signed what’s wrong? on the counter. 

“i wish to go into darkness and never come back out.” you explained to him. 

xavier walked over to the counter and noticed your whispering. he furrowed his brows, looking over to see thing quickly signing to you. 

“how did thing get in here?” xavier asked suddenly. 

both you and thing jumped. thing went to handshake xavier and you swore you felt betrayal. 

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you opted to walk back to nevermore after the incident in the town center, regarding thing and wednesday blowing up the statue of joseph crackstone. 

mostly, you needed to clear your head. what was it about xavier and those girls that made you so angry today? 

unfortunately, you didn’t get too much time to think. xavier had began chasing after you, calling out your name. 

“you okay?” he asked when he finally caught up. 

“i’m wonderful.” you answered shortly as you kept walking. 

“why are you so closed off?” xavier finally asked. 

“why are you so open?” you shot back. 

“i’m trying so hard, y/n. trying so hard to be your friend, maybe even get you to be my girlfriend. but you just keep pushing away.”

“i don’t see a point in dating. love is pointless to me. in 300 years, you wouldn’t be able to remember me. my soul, my existence, my face.”

“so that’s the reason? you’re scared of love?” xavier’s voice got softer as he walked closer to you. you didn’t move away (despite your shaking hands and pounding heart). 

“love can be a really good thing in life, y/n.”

“then why can it also be so cruel?”

“you have to take risks. in order to want, to get, to have something, you have to take a risk.”

he was standing dangerously close to you know. 

“you’ve made me feel something so different these past few months. just please, let me show you how good love can be.”

your breathing was staggered as xavier leaned in, lips barely touching. “can i kiss you, y/n?”

fuck it. 

you connected your lips to his as your hands came up to hold his jaw. he immediately placed his hands on your hips, pulling your body even closer to his. he was so desperate for you. 

and maybe you just now realized how desperate you were for him. 

after a couple moments, you pulled away slightly.

“i can take a risk.” you mumbled against his lips.

you felt him smile against your mouth as he kissed you once again.

[livingdreams97]

Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

Words: 3.679

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Wednesday POV

My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.

I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.

For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?

It's not a coincidence.

But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.

Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.

I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.

Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.

I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.

Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.

Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.

Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.

Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.

As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.

Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .

Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.

Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.

On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.

I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.

POV You

I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.

Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.

Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.

Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.

Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.

Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.

Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.

Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.

Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.

Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.

No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.

Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.

Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.

Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.

Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.

Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.

Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.

Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.

Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.

I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.

Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.

Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.

Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.

Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.

Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.

Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.

I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.

Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.

Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.

Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.

Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.

She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.

Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.

Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.

I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.

We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.

I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.

Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.

Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.

Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.

Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.

Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.

It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .

Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.

Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.

Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.

Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.

Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.

Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.

Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.

Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.

Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.

Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.

Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.

Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.

She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.

I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.

I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.

Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.

Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.

I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.

Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.

I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.

The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.

Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.

Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.

Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.

I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.

Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.

She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.

Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.

Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.

Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.

I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.

These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.

I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.

But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.

Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.

The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept. 

No. 

She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.

On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.

Wednesday POV

After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.

I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.

Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.

Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.

Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.

Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.

Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.

Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.

Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.

Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.

Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.

Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.

Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.

He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .

Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.

Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.

Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .

Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.

Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.

In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.

His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.

But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.

[jeridandridge]

Stained Glass Window

Young!Larissa Weems x fem!Reader. Pre Wednesday. My first attempt with these characters, please be kind.

In the late days of summer you drive your old blue pick up truck through Jericho with your hand out the window, the cool evening air dancing against your fingers. Driving towards the trail you discovered a couple weeks prior, you hum along with the radio making a mental note of the shops and cafes, everything so new to you.

Having lived with your mother your entire life, moving in with your father while you transferred to a college near by was another thing to adjust to. In the meantime you could retreat to the comfort and solitude of nature to unwind with your sketch book and inks. Driving down a winding dirt path underneath the lush green trees you park the rusty truck hopping out with your backpack slung over your shoulder hoping to find a peaceful spot for inspiration to strike.

Sneakers carrying you over soft dirt and twigs you find yourself alone in the trees, the dusk casting the area in a warm glow while the smell of a fire near by hits your nose. You don’t know where you’re going, but continuing down the path you stop in your tracks when you see a gorgeous building. Eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas you take in the sight of the gothic building, something beautiful and a little frightening, like it was right out of Bram stokers’ Dracula. Spotting a moss covered log, you slide the backpack from your shoulder eagerly rifling through the messy thing for your sketch book and the pens you carried everywhere.

Sat with the sketchbook in your lap and a pen between your fingers you glide the ink across the page noting every shade of grey, every withered brick, and every window in your memory completely blown away by the gem hidden away in the woods. Almost castle like, you wondered what it was. Perhaps it was a monastery or convent, or something else all together hoping that somehow you could get inside to admire the beauty. Moving your hand along the page you switch to another pen, this time adding thick lines and details to the building and the nature surrounding it.

Once your ink work was finished and you were satisfied with the result, you smile to yourself as you pack your tools away, looking around to see which way could lead you to an entrance. Moving around its brick walls you stop at a large rod iron gate, the name Nevermore Academy and its Ravens sit in the material blending in with its surroundings. As you reach out to touch the gate, twigs crunch and a car horn sounds behind you sending you bolting off to the side.

“Morticia you could have hit her!” A soft voice rings out, the passenger side door of the sleek, black car out of a black and white movie opens revealing long legs and ruby painted lips.

“She shouldn’t be out here.” The other voice huffs.

Taken aback by the woman looking at you, you’re frozen for a moment not able to answer the question hitting your ears.

“Oh my you’re a pretty thing,” the driver gets out, long black hair cascading down her back.

Shaking yourself out of it you nod to the driver and turn your attention back to the woman on the other side of the car. “Sorry, I just came across this place and got lost in the beauty.”

“Not your fault that my companion here doesn’t abide by the traffic laws.” The taller woman shoots the other a look.

Still in awe of the statuesque beauty across from you, you slyly eye her up and down noting her nice clothes and her hands. You have to snap yourself out of it before your thoughts and eyes lingered too long.

“The pretty thing doesn’t speak much.” The brunette crosses her arms, chin held high. “Not used to seeing outcasts much?”

Getting ahold of yourself you come back with a witty response, and the truth. “I don’t know what you mean by that but no, your friend has my attention is all.” You glance at the woman, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you see ivory cheeks dusted in a shade of pink as she looks away.

The brunette scoffs getting back in the drivers seat, engine purring as the car glides down the path without one of its previous occupants.

“Did she really just do that?” You quirk a brow in disbelief.

“Yes,” the woman signs softly, “Morticias never liked people ignoring her. Especially normies.”

You chuckle keeping the strap of your backpack between your fingers meeting the woman’s blue eyes.

“Outcasts and normies. Sounds like a weird version of West Side Story.”

The woman with silver hair steps a little closer, eyeing you suspiciously. “You truly don’t know what Nevermore Academy is?”

Shaking your head you shrug. “I just moved here not even a month ago, I had no idea this place was here. Found it with luck.”

“Found it with luck.” The woman hums giving you a soft smile.

Holding your hand out, you offer your name in a friendly greeting feeling warm and fuzzy when the other woman shakes your hand.

“Larissa. Larissa Weems.”

“Well Larissa, may I walk you up to the school?” You ask nodding to the gate.

“I’d like that.”

That was almost three months ago. In the late weeks of October you drive through the town, two cups of coffee in the cup holder as you head for Nevermore Academy. When you see the Ravens in all their glory, you pull off to the side waiting for Larissa. Moving your backpack on the floor out of the way with your sketchbook in your lap you smile when you hear leaves crunching and that soft voice you’ve grown very fond of in person and over the phone.

“Room for one more?” That beautiful smile appears, Larissa opening the passenger side door.

“There’s always room for you,” you beam handing the coffee over to her. Taking a sip from your own cup you have to hide the flush in your cheeks when you hear her let out a delighted sigh.

“I needed this.” She tips her head back into the seat.

The wind outside the truck picks up, the smell of the now dying leaves wafting through the cool air.

“What’s going on?” You ask softly, hand moving to rest on hers.

Larissa smiles at the action. “It’s been a rough month is all. With graduation in the spring, the headmaster is already giving me references and letters for future employers, but.” She sighs. “I don’t think I want to go teach or counsel anywhere else. Nevermore is my home, has been since I was a teenager.”

“I know this place is important to you, but why not go somewhere else, even for a little while?” You shrug. At this Larissa goes quiet, not willing to look at you at the moment while the gears turn in her head.

“Hey, forget I asked okay?” You say softly, “you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” You assure her squeezing her hand.

“Thank you, darling.”

Smiling with her bottom lip between her teeth she reaches over plucking the sketchbook from your lap, the soft worn leather between her fingers as she opens it up.

“Hey cmon,” you laugh not really trying to take it back. “Okay, Weems. I can’t be held responsible for what you see in there.”

“Is that right?” She hums flicking through the pages, glancing at you with a playful glint in her eye. long fingers carefully run over the pages, admiring all the work of the ink seeped into its pages. The library in all its two hundred year old glory, the old movie theater that opens for the holiday season, Nevermore, then she stops only when she sees a portrait.

“And there it is.” You tease trying to gauge her reaction to the portrait you’d done not long ago. Realizing early on in your friendship you had a crush on Larissa didn’t come as a surprise to you, she was smart, witty, top of her class, and not to mention beautiful. You’d even told your father of your new friendship, receiving encouragement despite Larissa being an outcast.

“You drew me?” She asks in awe, looking at the page.

She’d worn her hair down in soft waves once shortly after you’d met her, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through silky locks. While your sketchbook was filled with architecture, it’s what you’re going to school for after all, other things sometimes made their way to the pages.

“I try to capture everything I find beautiful.” You say without apprehension, your voice sure and firm in what youre saying as you lean over a little closer.

“You truly think so,” she hums more as a fact than a question. Icy eyes search yours looking for any bit of fake sincerity but it never comes. The sketch book is put on the seat between you two as a pale hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin.

Crimson lips meet yours in a soft kiss, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. The smell and taste of coffee over takes your senses and you practically melt against her. Wrapping your arm around her waist you pull her closer, most definitely warming up on this cold autumn day.

From that day on you would go see Larissa at Nevermore or meet her in town after you were done with classes for the day. As your feelings blossomed into something more, you felt protective over her when you were in town. Strolling down the street one evening arms looped together you two were in your own little world, giggling and minding your business when you heard a group of grown men scoff and start to bother you as they sat outside a business.

“They let these kids do anything now a days. Those freaks should be locked up in that school.”

Larissa’s jaw clenches as she continues to walk but you, you’ve never been one to take shit from anybody. Pulling away from her you turn around on your heel putting your hands in your pockets with a grin that could only be described as wicked.

“Hey fellas, if you feel like being prejudice pricks feel free to hitch a ride back to the dark ages, k?”

The men on the bench shut up as you turn back to Larissa not giving them a second to say anything more. Arms looped together once more you keep your chin up and smile at your date.

“You didn’t have to do that, darling.”

“I’m not having gross old men ruin our date, Larissa.” You shake your head moving to wrap your arm around her waist.

“But they’re not wrong. Being a shape shifter is certainly freakish.”

Shape shifting. It’d taken months for her to tell you what her abilities were. She had never shared and you never pestered, never wanting to cross a boundary with her. She looked nervous, almost as if you’d act just like those men.

“Shape shifting huh?” You smile, “An ability like that must be just a bonus when you’re already so gorgeous.”

Larissa rolls her eyes reaching for your hand. “You are incredibly wonderful and ridiculous.”

“Thanks, honey.” You tease not wanting the moment to be too serious. “I really, really like you Larissa.”

“Does that mean if I asked you to accompany me to the yearly Nevermore dance you would?” She beams, her eyes crinkling.

Bringing her gloved hand to your lips you kiss her knuckles shivering from not only the chilly air but giddy excitement. “What’s the dress code?”

Larissa chuckles moving to wrap her arm around your shoulders. “This will be very exciting. Wear whatever you want, darling. It’s not strictly fancy attire, but most dress up.”

“I can do that.” You nod with a smile. “Now, back to business. Let’s pick some books out.”

Walking through town with Larissa made you walk a little taller, hold your chin up higher, and you were starting to realize you never wanted to lose that feeling. Not long later in the independent bookstore, you smile gliding your fingers across the book spines as you admire Larissa. You didn’t know what to call her really. You two could be considered a couple, and that sounded quite nice.

Finding a nice stack of books between the two of you, you jog ahead out the door to your truck opening her door for her. When Larissa gives you a beaming smile and a kiss to your cheek before climbing in. During the drive back to Nevermore Larissa’s hand stays on your thigh, her thumb rubbing the fabric of your jeans.

“So, my dad’s been asking about you,” you hum keeping your eyes on the dirt path, “he keeps saying ‘when am I gonna meet that girlfriend of yours?’ and I honestly haven’t felt like correcting him.”

The silver screen beauty looks over, the darkness of the truck and the woods not helping you see her expression clearly. Thinking you’d messed up, you open your mouth to speak but you’re cut off before you can say a word.

“Pull over.” Larissa instructs. Her voice is cool and even, not really helping what to think of the situation.

Stopping in the center of the path you put the gear shift near the wheel in park and hit the light on the ceiling. The light gives Larissa an orange glow, her eyes not giving you any hint of what she’s feeling.

“I’m sorry, honey I-“ you’re once again cut off, this time by soft lips in a feverish kiss that has your head spinning while your fingers flow through silver locks. Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip which you happily follow suit deepening the kiss. The taste of the hot chocolate you both had earlier still lingers, the sweetness somehow making the moment all the better.

Larissa breaks the kiss first not pulling back very far as she catches her breath in the still air of the truck. “Don’t apologize, darling. I’d been wondering if you were going to ask me. I’d thought maybe you wouldn’t want to after this evening.”

Shaking your head with a chuckle you loosely wrap your arms around her neck, lips meeting hers again in a soft kiss, staying in your own little part of the world for a little while longer.

When the night of the dance approaches, you stand in front of the mirror doing a once over of your black pantsuit and heels. Gold rings on your fingers you fluff your hair once more deciding you were happy with the ensemble. Your nerves got worse as you drove towards the academy, hoping Larissa liked what you wore and the single white rose you’d bought for her.

Pulling up to the school gate you take a breath realizing you’ll be actually going into the school this time, not just up to its corridors like you had to walk Larissa in months before. Parking your truck you look at the academy lit up, students out and about in fine attire. “You got this,” you hum to yourself. Getting out you carry the single white rose in between your fingers following a group of younger students. Going into the building you don’t make it far when you feel a hand on your arm.

“Darling,” Larissa’s red lips curl into a smile as she pulls you to the side, her fingers already playing with yours.

“Hi, babe. You look gorgeous.” You eye her up and down with a smile holding the flower out between you two, slender fingers taking the stem.

Larissa’s eyes flick down to the flower, her lips finding your cheek for a light kiss. “I don’t want my lipstick to stain you.” She chuckles lifting her hand to wipe the mark away.

“Oh come on, mark your territory.” You tease with a smirk, the sound of the other students and music around you drowning out as you and Larissa stand in your little corner, blue eyes shining at you.

“Perhaps I will. How about a dance first?”

Holding your hand out, you take Larissa’s in yours gently squeezing and enjoying the warmth. Weaving through the crowd of people dancing and talking you move with the beat of the song the band is playing, hips swaying until Larissa’s hands find their place sending a jolt through you.

Moving closer you loosely wrap your arms around her neck creating yet another comfortable bubble, just you two, the only people in the world. Looking at your girlfriend with a dreamy expression you tip your chin up meeting her eyes. You’re not sure how long you two dance, but eventually, you want to be alone with her.

“As nice as this is, there are too many teenage hormones around.” You nod to the door.

“Nineteen is still a teenager last time I checked, darling.” Larissa chuckles patting your hip. “Come, let’s get some air.”

Letting Larissa stand behind you guiding you to the doorway you rest your hands on top of hers shooting Morticia a wicked smile on the way out. The silver haired beauty catches the look, hiding her smirk as she leads you outside, jogging in the light rain to a secluded corridor of the courtyard. The cold rain is unforgiving as you two take shelter under the old stone, wrapped in each others arms.

“Now you’ve gotten me alone, what do you plan to do?” Larissa teases leaning down, lips only inches apart.

Arms wrapped around her frame you move up on your toes meeting red lips in a tender kiss. Warm hands cup your cheeks making your head tip back, turning you into putty in Larissa’s hands. Sighing into the kiss your hands glide up her back pulling her flush against you. The damp air doesn’t make you shiver, the warmth from Larissa engulfing you. Pulling back only slightly you admire icy blue eyes and kiss swollen lips.

“I think I took most of your lipstick.” You grin.

Larissa chuckles bringing her hand up, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“I suppose I’ve claimed my territory.” She smiles repeating your words back from before. “Darling, I-“

Before she can say anything else, your brows knit together and your hands pat her hip as you hear grunts and clashing metal. “What the hell?” You ask moving out into the rain, a body falling to the ground as you do so making Larissa scream.

“Shit!” You jump back, wrapping your arm around your girlfriend. The body lays flat in the dirt, looking up you see a man holding a sword. “Larissa, come on.” You urge, tugging her hand.

Going through the closest corridor you end up in an empty hallway stopping for a moment to take a breath.

“I know that boy. Gomez, he and Morticia are an item.” She says quietly, almost irritated.

“Shocking, the entitled ego maniac is involved with a murder.” You hum thinking about the brunette. “Are you okay, honey?” You ask resting your hand atop hers.

“Yes, I’m fine, darling.” She sighs holding your hands. “Let us go back to the dance, I’m sure everyone will be alerted soon.”

Nodding you walk through the empty hall hand in hand, your heart thudding in your chest. You knew what this could mean for the school, how the small town will react to this news. You’re a ways away from the court yard, almost to the front of the school when you see flashing lights across the wooded area.

“You two!” A deep voice booms, footsteps coming towards you.

Looking down the hall you sigh spotting two police officers. Standing tall you hold Larissa’s hand gently squeezing. One officer is a small, stout man, the other tall and lean, although shorter than Larissa.

“You two, been in the courtyard tonight?” The tall one demands.

“My girlfriend was showing me around the school, we didn’t actually see what happened. Just- just the body.” You explain, the officers looking between you two.

“You,” the small officer points, “you’re not a student here.” He states taking out a pen and his notepad.

“She goes to school in town, the college.”

Larissa informs them.

“What’s a kid like you doing at this school? You can see this is dangerous.”The taller officer scolds.

“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself thanks.” You all but scoff, tired of the insinuation that Nevermore students are dangerous. Sure, you were shaken by what you’d seen, but that didn’t change your mind about anything.

The officers look between you two, Larissa squeezing your hand once more. Fingers laced together you rub your thumb over the back of her hand not backing down.

“The school is on lockdown, you, you’ll have to leave like all the other guests, and you.” He looks up at Larissa, “we have more questions for you.”

Larissa looks at you giving you a tight smile of reassurance. “Go on, darling. I’ll be all right.”

Glancing at the cops for a second you sigh leaning up to kiss your girlfriend’s cheek. “Call me when you get back to your dorm, please.” You ask, the beauty nodding in response.

You don’t want to leave Larissa, but soon you find yourself shuffling out of the doors to the front of the school, fingers playing with the keyring in your pocket as you walk in the dark to your truck. Losing yourself in your thoughts, when you pull into your driveway you don’t remember driving home.

“Kid!” Your dad comes running to the driveway, pulling you into a hug as soon as you step out of the truck. “It’s all over the news some kid got killed at the school, I was worried.” He cradles the back of your head with his hand.

“I’m fine, dad. I think it was a crime of passion situation.” You shrug patting his shoulder, heading into the house.

“I don’t think I want you going there anymore.”

Hearing the words you knew would come, you sigh slipping your heels off as you step inside the house. The lights are dim, there’s a beer on the table, and the tv is turned to the news channel. Stepping closer to the tv set you see a reporter then Larissa in the background talking to the cops from before. Watching the screen, you sigh knowing you’re in for a heated discussion while you wait for Larissa to call.

“Dad,” you sigh plopping down on the couch, legs crossed. “I refuse to turn into these hateful people that say horrible things about that academy.” You start, “Did you know Larissa is already being asked to take over when the headmaster retires? She’s the same age as I am. She has a degree already. Just because those people are a little different genetically doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” You huff.

Still standing by the door, your dad stands with his hands on his hips shaking his head. “I don’t like it. Not one bit. I don’t want you around those people.” He points.

Standing up, before you can argue the phone in the kitchen rings. Bolting to the device, you pull it off the hook bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Darling,” Larissa lets out in relief.

“What’s going on over there?” You ask tucking by the wall, seeing your dad sit down in front of the tv again.

“I don’t know, they carted Gomez off and Morticia is hysterical. The news reporters are not very forgiving either.”

Taking a shaky breath you nod holding onto the phone. “I know. People are already blaming all the students.”

Larissa’s end of the line goes quiet, a soft breath coming through the receiver. “Yes, I know already. I- I wanted to call and tell you that if this drives you away, I will understand.”

Her voice is so soft, broken, as it hits your ear. Seeing the school and a picture of the murdered boy on the tv screen along with your father looking at you with a stern brow, you sigh into the phone.

-

Larissa Weems knows how to run Nevermore Academy. With many years of experience with the school under her belt, not many things throw her for a loop. Homesick students, the usual pranks, she can handle. Come February when she learns Wednesday Addams, daughter of Gomez and Morticia Addams will be joining the students for the term, it makes her fumble. She has a few days to prepare and in doing so she hopes Wednesday is a better student than her mother had been.

The morning of Wednesday’s arrival is a normal one. Larissa gets up, does her usual routine of getting ready, stops at the local cafe, and enters her office at seven thirty on the dot. Her office is warm and cozy, it always has been, from the gorgeous fireplace, to the sketched portraits framed on the wall, and the pressed white rose encased on her desk.

The meeting with the Addams family goes as expected, full of snark and a feeling of irritation on both sides of the lavish desk.

“Larissa, dear. Is that a wedding band I see?” Morticia quirks a brow.

On a milky hand sits a gold band set and a pearl atop the gold, the engagement ring she loved so much.

“It is,” she smiles stating professional.

“I hadn’t heard. I had thought the students were enough for a woman like you.”

Before Larissa can respond, a light knock on the door and a head poking in catches her attention.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Larissa. I didn’t know you were in a meeting. I only wanted to drop these off.” You come in, blueprints rolled up in hand.

“Is that-“ Morticia starts,

“Long time no see.” You smile from where you stand next to Larissa’s desk, shoulders back and chin up high.

“Darling, I’ll sign off on these and bring them back to you before lunch.” Larissa smiles happily taking the papers. “These are plans for a new greenhouse, perks of being married to an architect.” She tells Gomez and Morticia.

The mustachioed man stands up, reaching over to shake your hand. “Gomez Addams, Tish and I didn’t know Larissa got married.”

You give the man a kind smile shaking his hand firmly. “We got married not long after Larissa took over here. After that dance all those years ago I knew I couldn’t let her go.” You say knowing that night went down in Jericho history. “I’ll leave you all to it.” You nod making your way across the office once more, the little girl in the chair biting back a smirk at her mother’s reaction.

Feeling Larissa’s eyes on your back as you leave you turn closing the door with a wink to your wife.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I don’t want you like a best friend | Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: You and Xavier have been best friends for a while, but you don’t want to be just friends anymore. Come the Rave’n dance, you decide to tell him

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: suggestive themes

"Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

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‘’Are you coming the the Rave’n dance?’’

‘’I don’t have a date.’’

‘’You could go with Xavier?’’ Enid suggested with a knowing grin.

You and Xavier have been best friends since your first year at Nevermore Academy. Being away from home for this long and adjusting to a new environment had been difficult. You missed your family and the comfort of home. Making friends wasn’t your strongest, so you ended up very lonely.

Until you met Xavier. Although he was part of the popular crowd, he preferred solitude. He could spend hours on his own, drawing or painting.

One day, his sketchbook fell out of his bag in botanical class and you were amazed by the close to perfection sketch of your mutual classmate, Ajax. You hadn’t been able to stop the compliment that spilled from your lips. Xavier had smiled, a little shy, and thanked you. The next day, he had made a drawing of you sitting in the courtyard, reading a book.

You never talked to him outside of class…until parents’s weekend. You had been anticipating that day for so long — you missed your parents very dearly —, only to hear from Principal Weems that morning that they would not be coming. Sadness had filled your heart and you ended up crying silently between two shelves at the library.

You weren’t the only student whose parents didn’t come. Some parents, like Xavier’s father, were so busy with their work life that they cared very little about their son’s school event. Unlike you, Xavier didn’t come to cry. He was looking for a book. Except he found you instead.

You spent the whole day together, getting to know each other and talking about anything but your parents and, for the first time in weeks, a smile curled on your lips. Especially when he shared with you his little ability of making his artwork move.

Your friendship tightened over the years, friends turning into best friends. You called each other during summer break, and sometimes visited because September was just too far away. The Thorpe manor was massive and Xavier had his own art studio — which was even bigger than his shed on school grounds.

It was nice to have a friend like him.

But since your last visit, some things changed. Your friendship had developed into deeper feelings — non-platonic feelings. You held back from acting on them because Xavier was freshly broken up with Bianca and hurting. You also didn’t want to be someone’s rebound.

‘’I heard he’s going with Bianca,’’ Wednesday butted in, making Enid narrow her eyes at her.

‘’Only because she asked him,’’ the blonde quickly clarified. ‘’It doesn’t look like they’re getting back together though. Like ever. Xavier’s been very indifferent toward Bianca lately.’’

Enid wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t heard Xavier say Bianca's name in the past two months and you were the second person he spent the most time with — after Ajax. He came to you when he had doubts about the genuineness of their relationships, so he would tell you if he was still into her. Right?

That’s how the plans were made.

‘’That means we’re going dress shopping!’’ Enid grabbed her pink fuzzy backpack, looking at you excitedly. ‘’You need a dress that screams ‘stand back bitches, he’s mine’.’’

*

There weren't many shops in Jericho, so everyone ended up in the same one. It’s gonna be a miracle if two girls don’t show up in the same dress.

The bell above Hawte Kewture dinged as you and Enid stepped in. ‘’The dance committee is suggesting all white to match with the team, but that’s not gonna fly with us. If you want to catch Xavier’s attention and make him see you as something else than a best friend, you need to stand out.’’

‘’I’m not gonna wear bright pink, if that’s what you’re suggesting.’’

You weren’t afraid of colors like Wednesday, but brighter tones and pastels were Enid’s palette. Not yours.

‘’That’s not what I had in mind. Come.’’

None of the dresses you tried were to your liking. Too much tule, too itchy, too plain. You needed something that would make the whole place shimmer, to quote Enid.

Time passed and, around you, your classmates were all finding their dresses. All except you. Even Enid had found hers — a white number with a fluffy collar and cuffs. You were starting to feel defeated.

A sigh left your lips. I'll never find anythi—’’ You cut yourself, catching a velvet fabric smushed between the tule and sequins. You plucked it from the rack and held it before you.

‘’What about this one?’’

Enid stopped flicking through the dresses and turned to you, approval flashing in her eyes. ‘’Yes! This is the dress,’’ she confirmed, squealing excitedly.

*

You and Enid were getting ready for the dance in her dorm, both of your makeup bags spilled and mixed up on her bed. It was a complete mess — and will probably be staining her comforter in some places because of a missing cap on a lipstick and a broken highlighter. Sorry, Enid.

‘’If Xavier doesn't kiss you tonight, he is the dumbest guy ever. I mean, look at you. If this doesn’t push him to make a move, someone else will.’’

But I don’t want someone else, you thought to yourself as you applied a light wash of color to your cheeks.

You didn’t want to be that girl, but to your eyes there was only Xavier.

His sweet smile that never fails to make your heart swoon, those pretty green eyes you want to stare into all day, those lips you were dying to kiss and taste. The way only he knows how to make you laugh when you're sad and the warm hugs you never want to break from. He is always real and honest with you, even if his thoughts are sometimes dark. The speckles of paint on his shirts and sometimes on his school uniform — which he always needed your help to clean —, the late nights sneaking in his dorm to talk about everything and nothing.

‘’Y/N! Are you listening?’’

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, thankful for the color on your cheeks covering your natural flush. ‘’Sorry. What did you say?’’

‘’You were thinking about him, were you?’’ Enid teased, grinning like a teenage girl in a rom-com.

‘’I was not thinking about Xavier,’’ you denied.

She scoffed. ‘’Liar.’’ Enid held up two lipsticks, asking for your input. ‘’Should I do red or pink?’’

‘’Pink.’’

*

When you entered the room of flashing lights and buzzing music, all eyes turned to you.

All except Xavier’s.

His were too busy staring at the layered white tablecloths while Bianca was talking about god knows what. Before him was an empty glass, telling you enough about the fun he was not having.

You bit back a smile, secretly happy to see he was not having fun with his date.

‘’Ohh, look, Xavier’s there,’’ Enid pointed out in the least subtle way, grabbing your arm and looking right in his direction. ‘’He polished up nice.’’

He was wearing an all white suit with a thin black bowtie and his hair was pulled back, showing off his features. You sucked in a breath, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He looked so handsome — gorgeous.

‘’I’m gonna get us some drinks.’’ You tore your eyes from Xavier and went to the table where the punch was. With luck, someone will have spiked it and it’ll give you some liquid courage for later.

As you were filling the second glass with blue smoking punch, someone came up to your side. By the whiff of their cologne, you knew immediately who it was.

‘’I thought you weren’t coming.’’

His eyes raked up and down your body and you held back a smirk. Your plan was working, the dress was working. It was nothing too revealing. You wanted to get Xavier’s attention, not get sent to your room by Principal Weems.

‘’I changed my mind.’’ You grabbed your other drink and handed Xavier the second one. ‘’Yeti-tini?’’

It was for Enid, but oh well.

Xavier accepted it with a soft dimpled smile and brought the glass to his lips. ‘’You look…’’ He swallowed hard and lowered his eyes while searching for his words. ‘’Beautiful.’’ A light flush covered his cheeks, quickly correcting himself. ‘’I mean, you look great.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ You brought your drink to your lips to hide your smile. ‘’Shouldn’t you be with your date? Bianca seems a little lonely.’’

He glanced at Bianca who was sitting alone at a table, swishing her drink in its glass out of boredom, then drew his gaze back to you. ‘’I’m not allowed to come and say ‘hi’ to my best friend?’’

Best friend. You tried not to wince.

Xavier Thorpe was the king of mixed signals. A minute ago, he was complimenting you and looking at you the way a platonic friend wouldn’t, and now he was calling you his best friend. The words hurt like a knife in your chest.

You shifted your eyes to the dancefloor and faked a gasp. ‘’I gotta go. There’s a girl code emergency. Someone is flirting with Enid and she’s giving me the help signal.’’

‘’Oh. Okay. I…I’ll see you later, then.’’

You walked away with your drink and searched for Enid. The night was off to a bad start.

*

Eventually, you got dragged to the dancefloor. Most songs the DJ was playing were normie modern pop, but you tried to not cringe too much. One would think a school like Nevermore would be into more unorthodox music, but they can’t escape the radio hits.

You were dancing with Enid and Yoko, letting go and having fun between girls when you caught sight of an upset Bianca leaving the dance and Xavier sulking in a chair. Abandoning the girls, you snaked through the crowd of students and made your way to him.

‘’I know you are Nevermore’s tortured artist, but you’re allowed to have fun once in a while. Come dance.’’ You extended your hand, waiting for him to take it.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. ‘’With you?’’

‘’Yes. I promise I won’t step on your feet.’’

He accepted your hand with a sigh and you pulled him to the dancefloor as a better song came up. A sliver of a smile curled on his lips as your back was turned to him, hidden from you.

You swayed close to him, moving your arms, hips and shoulders to the music. Xavier chuckled and followed automatically, dancing as he pleased and fully letting go. He pulled silly moves and even made you twirl, making you both laugh. A perpetual smile etched itself on your face and pieces of hair were coming loose from Xavier's hair tie, forgetting about the people around you.

The music switched to a slow song and you both stood there, not knowing what to do. His eyes flicked down to you, looking at you in a way he never had before. You've never been nervous around Xavier before. He was your comfort person, the only one who you could be unapologetically yourself with. But the way he was looking at you sent nervous butterflies in your stomach.

Your hands shaking from holding back from him. You didn't want him like a best friend anymore. You didn’t want him to touch you like a best friend anymore.

As if he had heard your thoughts, Xavier stepped closer, so close not even a sheet of paper could pass between you. So close you could smell his cologne, a mix of pine notes with a softer undernote. His hands found the courage to rest on your waist, his gentle touch sending electricity through your body. ‘’Is this okay?’’ he asked, gulping as his eyes bore into you, the close proximity making his hands sweaty and causing his heart to pick up.

You nodded. It was more than okay.

‘’Xavier?’’

He hummed, his green eyes shimmering from the mirrorballs hung to the ceiling, reflecting the party lights. You curled your fingers around one of the tails of Xavier’s bowtie, wishing you could undo it and attach your lips to his neck and fastening yourself to him like a stitch.

‘’There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while.’’ He motioned for you to go ahead as you swayed to the slow music. You took a last breath and allowed the words to leave your lips. ‘’I...I don't want us to be friends anymore. I can't keep pretending I'm okay with us being just friends when all I think about when we're together is closing the space between us and kissing you.’’

‘’Like this?’’

Xavier leaned down and when his lips touched yours, all pieces fell into place. You melted into him and slid your hands around his neck, as if you were afraid he would break the kiss and run.

You were both out of breath when you pulled away, eyes filled with desire.

‘’I take back what I said earlier, you look fucking beautiful tonight,’’ Xavier said, his mouth overing over yours. ‘’And that dress— It's killing me.’’ His hands moved up and down your sides while his eyes stalled on the swell over your breasts. He was trying to be respectful with all the chaperon professors around, but his pants were getting a little tight.

There was absolutely no subtlety in the way you and Xavier snuck out of the room to go to his dorm. Your red dress stood out like a sore thumb among all the white.

Your dress hit the floor the moment you made it to Xavier’s dorm and remained there all night. After all, it was the reason you had bought it.

—

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 9

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: With the Rave'N behind her and Parent's Weekend rapidly approaching, you decide to do something nice for Larissa. An encounter with Wednesday, however, leaves you feeling a little unsure.

words: ~3.7k | ao3 link in title

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The night of the Rave’N had been a disaster, that much was crystal clear. And from what you could tell, Larissa’s life wasn’t getting any easier - getting the paint scrubbed out of the great hall, staying updated on Eugene’s condition and worrying for the safety of her students, preparing for Parent’s Weekend on top of all of that. As much as she tried to cover it up for your benefit, you could see how stressed and upset Larissa was.

“I’m coming over,” you announced to her over the phone as she had just finished her meetings for the day. You’d tried to give her some space, not wanting to be too clingy or get in the way when she had important work to do - but Larissa was sounding more exhausted with each passing day, and you had just the idea to cheer her up.

“Oh, darling, it’s alright. I can manage,” Larissa replied, sounding absolutely depleted. “I have so much work to do, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much fun today.”

“It’s alright,” you chirped. “I want to keep you company. I mean I don’t want to stress you out, so if you don’t want me to come, then I won’t. But you don’t have to entertain me or anything.”

There was a long beat of silence as Larissa considered your proposal.

“I do want you here,” she murmured finally.

You couldn’t help the smile that was spreading across your face. “I’ll see you in an hour then.”

“Alright, darling.” You thought you heard a hint of a smile in Larissa’s voice as well, and you felt your heart swell. “Drive safe.”

“I will.”

~~~

An hour later you were navigating the halls of Nevermore Academy, trying to blend in as much as you could as you made a beeline for Larissa’s office. Part of you wondered if Larissa would ever introduce you to her staff or her students, or if you were always going to be sticking to the shadows as you made your way through the school - it was something you hadn’t discussed yet… but you supposed now was not the time.

Shaking the thought from your head as you arrived in front of Larissa’s office, you knocked gently and let yourself in.

Larissa was so engrossed in reading something on her laptop that she didn’t notice you sneaking into the room at first. It wasn’t until you were almost directly in front of her that her head snapped up and her gaze met yours. You were met with the most beautiful blush spreading across her face and she briefly looked down, shifting in her chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you come in,” she admitted quietly, a timid smile forming on her lips.

You beamed at her as you dropped your bag onto the floor and rounded her desk, leaning in for a kiss - one which she returned eagerly. Her hand found its way around your neck, holding you close as her tongue danced with your own. Kissing Larissa felt like coming home - your entire being filled with a comforting warmth as her lips moved against yours, her other hand finding your hip and tugging you onto her lap. You moaned into the kiss, cupping her cheek and stroking her jaw with your thumb, swallowing the little whimper that escaped her lips.

As she pulled back for air, Larissa rested her forehead against yours. Her breath was hot against your face and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“How are you?” you whispered, receiving a dry chuckle in return.

“I’ve been better. I’m sorry that I’ve been so terribly busy, it’s not usually this stressful.” Larissa smiled sadly.

“Stop apologizing. You’re handling this better than I would.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Larissa said with a laugh.

“I am.” You grinned and gave her another peck on the lips, before standing and rounding her desk again to grab your backpack. “I’ll be right back,” you said with a smirk as you slipped into Larissa’s adjacent quarters. You were planning to cook dinner for her tonight and had brought some ingredients that would need to be refrigerated - you’d assumed Larissa wouldn’t have had time to go grocery shopping. Upon opening her fridge, your suspicions were confirmed - it was nearly empty, causing you to wonder if she’d been eating properly at all in the past days.

You could feel Larissa watching you curiously as you re-entered her office and you suppressed a smile. You reached into your backpack and pulled out your laptop, setting it on her desk and plopping yourself down across from her.

“What are you doing?” 

Looking up, you could see confusion etched across Larissa’s features - she looked adorable, with her head tilted to the side and her eyebrows scrunched up, and you giggled.

“I told you, I’m keeping you company. We can both work together.”

Larissa’s face softened, her cheeks turning pink once more. “Thank you,” she whispered, turning back to her own laptop with a soft smile.

The two of you worked in silence, the only sound being the constant clacking of keys. Every so often you looked up to steal a glance at the blonde, loving the way her eyebrows furrowed and her teeth nibbled at her lip as she thought. And, every so often, Larissa would steal a glance at you, her gaze softening as she felt her heart flood with affection.

It was only when you heard the faint growl of Larissa’s stomach that you checked the time, noticing it had been hours since you’d arrived. The sun had already set and the office had grown dark, save for the orange glow from the fireplace.

“You hungry?” The teasing lilt to your voice was not lost on Larissa, who flushed and placed a hand over her stomach.

“I may have skipped lunch,” she murmured sheepishly, offering you an apologetic smile.

“Rissa,” you mumbled with a pout. “You need to take care of yourself.”

It seemed Larissa was unable to hold your gaze, her eyes dropping to her desk as she began to fidget with the band of her wristwatch. 

“Hey.” You rounded the desk and pressed a chaste, tender kiss to her cheek. “How about I cook you dinner?”

Larissa blushed even harder. “I-I don’t really have much to work with, I’m afraid I haven’t left Nevermore to go grocery shopping this week, but-”

You silenced her with a kiss, smiling against her lips. “I know. I may have brought some stuff.”

Larissa’s expression was a mixture of wonder and confusion in equal parts. She began to shake her head lightly, opening her mouth and then quickly closing it again. A small chuckle escaped her lips and she looked up at you through her lashes.

“I just have to finish this email,” she replied softly.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, then.”

~~~

In Larissa’s kitchen, you busied yourself with preparing dinner - baked chicken wrapped in prosciutto, with a salad on the side. Turning on your favorite Spotify playlist, you started to wrap the chicken breasts with fine slices of prosciutto, humming along to the music.

Once you’d slid the chicken into the oven and set a timer, it was time to wash the lettuce you’d brought. You began to search Larissa’s kitchen for a salad spinner, finding one on the top shelf in one of the cabinets. Pushing yourself up on your tip-toes, you were frustrated to find that it remained slightly out of reach.

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt Larissa’s body press against your back, pinning you to the counter as her arm reached over your head to grab the salad spinner for you. It was placed on the counter in front of you and then you were spun around, Larissa’s lips hungrily attacking your neck. She quickly found your pulse point, nipping gently at the sensitive skin and soothing the bite with a kitten lick.

Reaching up, you tangled your hands in her hair to pull her closer, ruining her perfectly coiffed updo. She didn’t seem to mind - you felt her groan against your neck, sending a wave of heat through your body. 

“I have to finish dinner,” you mumbled as Larissa’s lips brushed teasingly against your own - your pulse picking up, a subtle ache building between your thighs.

With a disgruntled moan, Larissa pulled herself back. She leaned against the counter across from you, her face gorgeously flushed and her chest heaving subtly. “I’m sorry if I’m distracting,” she murmured sweetly.

“You’re not sorry,” you quipped with a grin, your heart fluttering as Larissa began to pull the pins out of her hair. Soft, platinum locks spilled over her shoulders, cascading down her back and catching the light - Larissa immediately looked like a softer, more private version of herself.

Larissa quirked her brow and tilted her head, her lips pulling up into a smirk. “I thought you wanted to cook dinner - or are you going to stare at me all evening instead?”

A warmth rose to your cheeks and you squinted at her in faux-annoyance before turning back to the salad. You felt Larissa’s hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing lightly.

“Sweet girl,” Larissa cooed, her breath washing over your neck as she stepped closer to you, her front pressing against your back. She stayed pressed against you, her chin resting on your head as you washed and chopped up the lettuce. Her body was warm against your own and you found yourself relaxing into her touch as she held onto you.

“I’ve booked our little trip for the weekend after next,” she purred into your ear, gently squeezing your waist. Your face immediately lit up with a beaming smile and you craned your neck back to peer up at her. She chuckled softly at your enthusiasm, her own eyes sparkling, crinkling at the outer corners. “A whole weekend, just the two of us - no work, no distractions…” Larissa’s voice dropped an octave and her thumb began to trace over your hip bone. 

“No work?” You shot Larissa a playful grin.

“No work,” she confirmed, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want you all to myself…”

The timer for the oven went off and Larissa pressed her lips to the crown of your head before stepping back to allow you to flit about the little kitchen. She watched with a smile as you pulled the chicken out of the oven and set the table, insisting that, if she wanted to make herself useful, she could choose a wine. 

“Thank you,” Larissa whispered softly as the two of you sat across from each other at the small table adjacent to the kitchen.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you teased. “You haven’t even tried it yet.”

Larissa chuckled, resting her elbows on the table and placing her chin on her hands. “No one has ever cooked for me before,” she admitted quietly, her gaze filled with affection, and your heart constricted a tiny bit. “No one I’ve previously been with, I mean.”

“Well you deserve it,” you murmured, your cheeks turning pink. Larissa smiled at you, her hair falling in her face a little. You loved it when she wore her hair down - it suited her, it softened her face a little, but mostly, it made you feel a little smug because you knew you were one of the few people privy to this side of her.

You watched as Larissa took a bite of the food, chewing carefully, her cheeks puffing out a bit. She let out a soft moan, her eyes widening, and she grinned at you as she swallowed. “This is really good. I’ll have to have you come and cook for me every day, darling.”

Her voice was light and teasing, but your heart stuttered in your chest as your mind immediately filled with thoughts of moving in with Larissa and doing the most domestic things together. Mundane little tasks like doing the dishes, cleaning up, doing taxes - Larissa was the person you wouldn’t even mind doing taxes with.

“If it means you’ll actually eat dinner every day, then I’ll do it,” you teased back, trying not to let on to how affected you were by her comment.

Larissa spent the rest of the meal filling you in on details of the upcoming Parent’s Weekend - explaining how she’d been preparing the welcome speech, gushing about the catering she’d organized, groaning about the meetings she’d have to set up with some of the parents. You were absolutely in awe of how easily she seemed to manage with so much on her plate, and very grateful that she was sharing that part of her life with you. 

After dinner you insisted on washing up, eager butterflies settling in your tummy as you thought about your plans for the rest of the evening. Larissa sat on the counter and sipped her wine while you did the dishes, her eyes sparkling as she watched you and asked you about your studies.

When you finished the dishes, you leaned up to give Larissa a kiss. She responded eagerly, gently swiping at your lower lip with her tongue and licking into your mouth with a breathy moan. Her hands tangled in your hair as she pulled you closer, softly nipping at your lip before trailing kisses along your jaw towards your ear and licking the sensitive skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel her smile against your skin as you whimpered and tilted your neck towards her, allowing her to suck tiny bruises down the column of your throat.

“Rissa?” you asked hoarsely in between soft groans.

“Yes, my love?” she replied, her voice low and sultry.

“I was thinking we could- ah-” Larissa’s teeth grazed over your pulse point and your cunt clenched with want - but you were determined to see your plan for the evening through. “M-maybe we could move this to the living room?”

An amused smile stretched across Larissa’s face and she cocked her head to the side. “The living room?”

You nodded sheepishly and stepped back, offering your hand to help Larissa down from the counter. She didn’t really need it due to the length of her legs, but she took it anyway and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. 

Leading her to the living room, you pecked her on the lips and pried yourself from her grasp, turning to her extensive vinyl collection. You’d had a chance to look through the large, quite varied selection as you’d waited for Larissa to return from the Rave’N, so it didn’t take you long to find what you were looking for and place it on the turntable.

The opening notes to “Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole floated out of the speakers and you turned around to look at Larissa, who placed a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened.

“So I was thinking maybe we could make up for what happened after the Rave’N? If you wanted to dance, or something…” You trailed off awkwardly - you were suddenly feeling a bit shy and nervous under Larissa’s gaze, wondering if your idea was silly as you couldn’t read her expression. 

Larissa took a step towards you, her eyes a bit glazed over and her cheeks pink. Rather than responding with words, she placed her arms around your neck and ducked her head down to kiss you - only briefly, before drawing back and resting her forehead against yours. 

“Is that a yes?” you murmured, your hands instinctively finding her waist and drawing her closer.

Larissa threw her head back and laughed, the sound sending shivers down your spine and causing you to giggle. “Yes, darling. That’s a yes.”

Unforgettable In every way And forevermore That's how you'll stay

You began to sway to the music, resting your head against Larissa’s chest. You could hear the faint pounding of her heart and you smiled softly to yourself as you peeked up at the blonde through your lashes. Like always, she managed to take your breath away - she gazed down at you, her eyes half lidded and filled with warmth and affection.

“I love you, my darling,” she whispered, her fingers softly caressing your jaw, her thumb tracing your cheekbone. “Thank you. This means everything to me.”

You offered her a soft smile, nuzzling your face into her palm and allowing your eyes to fall shut. “I love you, too, Larissa Weems.”

~~~

It was Saturday and normally you’d have asked Larissa to do something together, but this weekend was Parent’s Weekend - Larissa would be busy overseeing the official function at the school.

After spending much of the day sleeping in, studying, and helping Cass choose an outfit to go clubbing in later, you decided to treat yourself to a hot chocolate at the Weathervane. Usually you’d just go to a more local café in Burlington, but you were missing Larissa a bit and you figured heading to Jericho and getting her favorite drink would help you feel closer to her. 

The shop was fairly empty for a Saturday and the young boy behind the counter - Tyler, according to his name tag - appeared to be alone today. He took your order and you stood by the pick-up counter, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your drink.

“So, you and Weems?”

You spun around, searching for the source of the voice before your gaze landed on a familiar looking girl with dark braids. Squinting slightly in confusion, you realized that you recognized her as the girl you’d seen on Outreach Day - one of Larissa’s students.

“What?” you replied, your heart beginning to race. The girl looked at you stoically, her face expressionless, her back ramrod straight - you had to give her one thing, her posture was impeccable.

Her gaze drifted down to your neck and she wrinkled her nose slightly. “That’s nauseating…” she muttered under her breath, and you could feel your face turn red as you realized you hadn’t bothered to cover the hickeys Larissa had given you.

“Are you her girlfriend?” the girl asked, looking mildly annoyed at having to explain herself.

The question caught you off guard and you realized you didn’t know if Larissa would object to you telling her students about your relationship. “I- well, she-”

Your stuttering seemed to give the girl the answer she was searching for, and she raised her eyebrow ever so slightly.

“Too bad I didn’t see you at the Rave’N,” she said coolly.

You swallowed thickly. “I’m sure Weems just didn’t want her students meddling in her private life.” You were beginning to get uncomfortable with her line of questioning, and you wished Tyler would hurry with your hot chocolate.

“Touché.”

The girl regarded you for a moment, her eyes searching your face which blazed scarlet - she was beginning to unnerve you.

“Uh, how did you… how did you know that Larissa and I are… you know…?” you asked, biting your lip nervously.

“I saw you leaving her office in a class of 1991 t-shirt. It really wasn’t that difficult to piece together the details.” She paused. “She was roommates with my mother, you know.”

You furrowed your brow, remembering something Larissa had told you after the Rave’N.

“The girl I asked turned me down for someone else. She was my roommate and it made for a… most unpleasant year.”

“Oh, I see… is your mother here for Parent’s Weekend?”

The girl stiffened slightly (if it were possible to be even more stiff), her lip twitching.

“Yes.”

Your heart sank a little. You knew it was silly, really - 1991 was over 30 years ago. Whatever happened back then was clearly in the past - and yet your stomach began to churn uncomfortably.

The girl seemed to sense your discomfort and opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, Tyler called out “hot chocolate for Y/N?” and you spun around to face him, robotically grabbing the to-go cup.

“Wednesday, can we talk?” Tyler asked, looking past you with a timid smile. You whipped your head around, seeing the girl’s eyes widen slightly in annoyance as she closed her mouth again and nodded, brushing past you to step up to the counter. 

You took it as the perfect opportunity to leave, slipping out of the Weathervane and taking quick strides to your car. Once you were settled in the driver’s seat, you drummed your fingers nervously on the steering wheel, trying (unsuccessfully) to stop thinking about Larissa meeting her high school crush again. It was stupid - you hadn’t thought about your own high school crush in years, and you were significantly younger than Larissa. You knew she loved you - surely she wasn’t hung up on something that had happened several decades ago... Still, you didn’t know what had transpired between the two of them - Larissa had never talked to you about that part of her life, and you could tell there was something she hadn’t told you. If seeing her crush would upset her in any way…

Biting your lip, you huffed softly and pulled your phone out of your pocket, dialing Larissa’s number - it was already nearing evening, perhaps she was finished with her work for the day.

To your relief, she picked up within seconds, her smooth, velvety voice filling your ear and immediately bringing you comfort.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi,” you breathed.

“Is everything alright?” Concern permeated her voice, and you hesitated a moment before answering.

“Yeah, everything’s fine… I just wanted to hear your voice. I hope today went well?” You tried to keep the anxiety out of your voice, but you weren’t sure you were successful.

“That’s very kind of you,” she replied, suddenly sounding a bit stiffer and more formal than usual. “I actually-” Larissa was cut off by a voice in the background - it was a woman’s voice, though you couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, and you could feel your stomach twist anxiously.

“I am in an important meeting just now, I’ll call you back later, alright?” Larissa’s tone was laced with regret.

Your heart sank but you nodded - what choice did you have? Realizing that Larissa couldn’t see you, you cleared your throat and whispered a hoarse “okay”.

Then the line went dead.

x

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[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega|  j.o

jenna ortega x lector

Before entering the new school year, I never thought that changing my calculus teacher would change my life completely. Specifically, brown eyes and freckles left me with no choice but to surrender to them. Jenna Ortega, the new calculus teacher was going to come into the life of many students, who were only going to see her as one more teacher among many in the school. But unlike them, Professor Ortega was not only going to advise me for an academic contest, but also, to divert me from the path to what had once been my comfort zone.

“Did you hear that there will be a new Calculus teacher?" Enid said with a hint of happiness. A new school year began at Nevermore Academy, and all the students were excited about the news. Mr. Brown was an old grump who spent half of his time belittling boys and girls because they didn't understand his classes. Countless times I had argued with that idiot, suppressing the urge to gouge his eyes out every time he made Enid cry, calling her things like "stupid" and "I should have failed you." Despite that, he had never said anything offensive to me, perhaps because I was his only student who excelled in his class. Maybe it was that motivation that gave me the courage to confront him and defend my best friend. Half the time, I couldn't bear to argue with this old man, and as a result, I visited the principal's office quite often. I knew his office by heart. I closed my locker with a dull thud and smiled at Enid while holding my books. Ironically, we were going to have Calculus as our first class, and to make it even more dreadful, it was going to be two hours long. 

Two endless hours.

 I hope this new teacher is pleasant.

"Actually, yes, I'm glad that old grump is gone. I couldn't stand him anymore," I rolled my eyes with annoyance, starting to walk towards our destination. Enid walked faster, catching up to me, trying to catch her breath. "But you were his favorite!" Enid interlocked our arms, walking slower in the hallway. "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that he has been unbearable," I tilted my head, feeling somewhat uncertain about my words. Enid furrowed her brow, and her grip on my arm loosened as we entered our classroom. We took the last seats. "Hey T/N, have you seen Spencer? She's not responding to my messages," the blonde looked at her phone with a pout, typing something I couldn't identify. I shook my head slowly, turning on my phone. A notification made me smile at the coincidence. It was from Spencer.

S: Hey T/N, I'm staying home today. I'm feeling sick.

                                                             Me: Don't worry, see you later.

"Spencer isn't coming, she's sick," I turned off my phone, putting it in a corner of my desk. The blonde looked somewhat annoyed at me. "Well, she's MY friend, and she doesn't even take the time to let me know, but she does with you," she took out her pencil case and books, muttering words I couldn't catch. "What can I say? I'm amazing," I smiled at her, and she rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance. The bell rang, signaling the start of the school year, and all the students entered their respective classrooms. The murmurs and curiosity were palpable in this school; everyone wanted to find out who the new teacher was. I rested my head on my desk, scanning the hallway outside the window. The sound of heels approaching made me shiver, and unconsciously, I looked towards the classroom door. As the sound of heels drew nearer, my heart pounded rapidly against my ribcage from nervousness. "It seems like it's a female teacher," Enid whispered beside me, nervous and excited about the news. I looked at Enid with a trembling smile. The murmurs grew louder until they ceased completely. Confused, I looked towards the door, and my breath got stuck in my throat when I saw who was standing there. A woman, too young I must admit, looked curiously at her new class. She was wearing jeans, a simple white tank top, and black heels. Her right hand held a small backpack. A ghost of a smile played on her face as she amusedly observed the students' reactions.

She... she can't be a teacher...

She entered the classroom, walking slowly towards her desk. She sat on it, swinging her legs. She smiled as she looked at us, trying to be friendly. "Hello, everyone. I'm Jenna Ortega, your new Calculus teacher," she smiled at us with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

This has to be a joke.

[thegreatestsandwich]

Reader: “What's that look for?”

Xavier: “...You’re in my seat.”

Reader: “Well I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and get another seat, or sit in my lap.”

Xavier: “What?!”

Reader: “You heard me. I don’t care what you chose, but hurry it up, we don’t have all day.”

I’m only me when I’m with you (Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!Reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!reader

Word count: 837 words

Summary: School was enough punishment for you so the best thing you could do to not suffer was to take another guy's seat and being a little ass about it.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, but I was thinking a bit of enemies to lovers kind of thing?

A/N: I have finished Wednesday, I am sad that there's not a lot of fics for this baby, if you have any request for him! My inbox is open!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Some say that the road to life Is paved with good intentions. In your case, it’s been hand-carved with a bad script and horrible soundtrack music that no-one in their right mind would ever hear, even if they were drunk or high.

There was a time when the world was blindsided from your kin. They were violent, mean, untamed, uncivilized, murderers. You were victims from them, lost souls that couldn’t passed to the other side, so you stayed hidden, most of you were loners, living with the others, dying on your own.

For some, they decided to stick into groups, forming “families” that kept them sane enough to continue surviving in this world and when Nevermore Academy was funded in 1791, the “youngest” were sent there to learn what was out there. Well, let’s be honest, no sane ghost was in their right mind to sit hours and hours learning things they would never use on their eternal life, but here you were, a newbie, a fresh/dead fish on this huge tank as a punishment for your reckless behavior.

The introduction went as expected, you couldn’t even use the uniform the principal Weems had given you, you couldn’t sleep or eat, so the room she provided you was useless and your roommate was more than happy to occupy your space without second thought.

And even if you didn��t care, you were force to attend classes like the others, even if you couldn’t grab a pencil to take notes, have a backpack to carry your books or even socialize with the others without making a death joke. (Ghost, remember? They have a deathly sense of humor)

So that lead us to the present, you arrived earlier to the greenhouse, not really ready or happy to be sitting here (or floating on a chair) and listen to miss Thornhill lecture about some kind of plant, to be honest you would prefer to just wander around, to cross some walls, scare some students, anything other than being a good student.

Your hands moved over your desk, watching how the few chains that were attached of your wrists began dragging across of it. You smiled at the wicked joke you thought about, but didn’t say anything. Not even a hello to miss Thornhill when she happily welcomed you to her class, offering to give you a copy of the material so you could catch up.

You would had said yes and a thank you, but let’s be real, your hands would only break through it so what was the point.

The sound of the other students approaching didn’t made break your trance from your chains. Hell, you didn’t even care about the murmurs of the others because of your clothes, have they never seen a bloody teenager with several chains that wrapped on her limbs on their lives? Weirdos.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, but your eyes never left your hands, then they did it again, making you frown, then again, that’s when you decided to look what the hell their problem was.

And there he was, the owner of the clearly weird throat, he was tall, his hair up to his shoulders, a dirty brown and green eyes. You frowned in confusion, apparently everyone was now paying attention to both of you.

“What’s that look for?” You asked him. “Never seen a bloody ghost in your life?”

He shook his head, pausing for a moment. “You are in my seat.”

“Really?” You began smiling, he wasn’t serious, was he? “I’m on your seat.”

“Yes, and I would appreciate if you moved.” He motioned to the chair next to you. You stared at him, he taking the challenge and not looking away.

“So hypothetically speaking, if I look under this chair, I will see your name them.” You gently began going down, passing through the chair before quickly appearing once again. “Didn’t see any name.”

The guy close his eyes in annoyance, he was getting frustrated. “Just move, please.”

You pursed your lips, your head moving to each side, contemplating your options, your arms crossed on your chest, the chains moving with them, his green eyes looking at them before meeting your eyes once again. “Well, I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and sit next to me or sit on my lap…and don’t worry, I won’t feel a thing, maybe you will but that’s the fun of not knowing, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“What?” He exclaimed, finally noticing how everyone was watching them, even miss Thornhill. “You can’t be serious.” He hissed.

“Oh baby, you heard me.” You stood up, your feet not touching the ground. “I don’t care what you chose to be honest but hurry up.” Your arms opened and you did a little spin. “We don’t have all day, sweet-cheeks.” And you “sat” down once again, smiling victoriously as he contemplated his options.

He sighed in defeat and sat next to you. Oh, you will enjoy this class so much.

[pumpkin-cake]

Midnight Rain

(part two of ???)

-part one-

-part three-

summary - your tutoring sessions with tyler are going well, but you already have something on your mind to prepare for the next day

tw - cursing

Slight spoilers for Wednesday?? Nothing big

Tutoring with the barista at the Weathervane was a lot more fun than you had been expecting. Of course, Tyler had to work. A lot of it was you bringing in your assignment, him giving you a quick rundown of things before having to go right back to work. On the bright side, neither of you had seen the rude woman from before! Tyler and some of his coworkers were very appreciative. It felt nice that something you did benefited others. Although you felt that was the only thing you had going for you.

You always caught people staring at you in your Nevermore Academy uniform. Like you were some sort of animal or creature. You didn’t have claws like the werewolves or fangs like vampires. What you were was known by hardly anyone. Your mom knew of course. And the staff. It’s not like it was a deep dark secret you couldn’t tell anyone. You weren’t a scary monster that slaughtered people. You just…never felt the need to tell anyone.

Surprisingly, Tyler had never asked. He sometimes asked questions about the school in general, but never really about anything deep or personal, which you appreciated. Probably due to the fact you two didn’t really know each other, but you didn’t exactly have much social experience. You figured he’d be bursting at the seams with questions, but he was more relaxed and laid-back. Never exactly in a rush. Liked to keep things at a steady pace. It made you feel at ease when he helped you with assignments. He wasn’t pressuring you to get the right answer as soon as possible. Told you to take your time.

“So…the four goes…here?” You asked apprehensively.

“Yeah!” He replied, grinning. “Just don’t forget to divide, but I think you’ll be alright.”

“Great!” Your pencil scribbled on the paper, taking a second to make some mental calculations before writing your answer and showing Tyler.

“You got it!”

“Yes! Thank you so much.” You smiled, packing up your stuff and getting out of the booth.

Tyler tilted his head and checked the time on his phone. “You’re usually not heading out until another like, half an hour. Something up?”

“Oh, did I not tell you? We have the Poe Cup tomorrow. I want to make sure everything’s ready.”

“The…Poe Cup?” He asked, clearly puzzled. You had not told him, apparently.

“It’s like- this canoe race. There are four teams, and we have to row to a nearby island, claim a flag from the island's crypt, and row back. The first one to reach the finish line without sinking wins.” You explained briefly. “But, there are no rules.”

“What?”

“Yeah, no rules. So things like sabotage is all fair game. The same team has been winning for like- several years.” You sighed, slinging your backpack over your shoulders and carrying your coffee cup and plate to the counter with Tyler following.

“That- cannot be safe. Do people get hurt?” He questioned.

“Not too much. People aren’t going around shanking people to win. It’s usually pushing over boats or getting holes in the boats. Although one kid did lose a finger last year.” You hummed, the comment causing Tyler’s eyes to widen.

“Geez. Well, be careful, okay?” He said, going back and taking care of the dishes you placed on the counter. “You’re our star customer, can’t have you losing fingers.”

“Star customer! Well, I am certainly honored.” You said jokingly, bowing dramatically.

“You should be!” He joked back with a smile. “Huge title.”

“I’ll be sure to put it on my resume.” You hummed, brushing off your uniform. “Well, I hope to see you tomorrow!”

“See you next time, (Y/n)!” He called out, and you gave him a wave as you left, the bell singing out as you did. You expected to just calmly get back to school, but not even five minutes into walking back did you crash into somebody, falling to the ground with a groan.

“Oh! (Y/n), I am so sorry!”

There stood your dorm mom, Ms. Thornhill. Her glasses had been knocked askew by the impact, but she quickly readjusted them and helped you up.

“Didn’t see you there, sweetheart! Must have been wrapped up in my own thoughts.” She chuckled, and you dusted off your uniform.

“No problem, Ms. Thornhill.” You waved your hand, a little peeved that you’d been quite literally knocked over, but it was an accident. “Where are you off to, if I may?”

“Oh, just Weathervane. Need my daily coffee.” She hummed. “I missed it this morning. Busy schedule!” She said with a hearty laugh, brushing some hair away from her face.

“Ah, I see.” You chuckled. “Well, I won’t keep you. Just was gonna go rest up for the cup tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes! I almost forgot about that!” She said with a grin. “I’m excited to watch! You’re participating right? With the Black Cats?”

“Yup. Enid’s under the weather so I think I’m co-captain next to Yoko.” You said, feeling a little bad as you remembered how sad Enid was that she couldn’t participate. “I hope I can win it for her.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” She smiled kindly. “I’m glad Ophelia Hall has someone as caring as you, (Y/n).” She said, and you almost felt your face turn red. “I know your mother will be cheering you on, too.”

Ugh, of course. Your mother. She’d been stressing over and over how she desperately wanted Ophelia Hall to have a win this year. Like she did last year. And the year before that.

Oh, yeah, your mother just so happened to be the literal principal of the school.

Larissa Weems wasn’t necessarily a bad mother. Just an annoying one. She purposefully placed you in Ophelia Hall because ‘Oh, she was in Ophelia Hall! Wouldn’t it be so lovely if you were in it too?’

…sure, Mom.

You’d really wanted to be in the same dorm group as your friend, Bianca Barclay. You’d even specifically asked your mother to put you in that group, or at least Bianca in Ophelia Hall. But, nope. She just really wanted you to be an Ophelia Hall student.

You really couldn’t complain too much. The people were pretty nice, and you did get a room to yourself as the principal’s kid. A lot of students figured you were spoiled and privileged, and maybe it was a little true, but you liked to think you were a good person. Tried your best to help out and be kind to everyone. You’d get Bianca to go easy on Rowan during fencing, stuff like that. You usually just kept to yourself otherwise.

“…thanks, Miss Thornhill. I think I’m going to go now.” You offered a very fake smile and walked off without hearing a response from her. You took out your phone and put in earbuds, playing whatever music that popped up first.

The walk back to Nevermore was uneventful after that. Some people gave you odd stares, but you were used to that at this point. You really needed to stop wearing your uniform everywhere.

Once you got onto the grounds, you were almost immediately confronted by your mother. Standing tall at 6’3”, she placed her hands on her hips and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Where have you been?” She asked, not very accusingly but more curious.

“Um…Jericho.” You said. “Just getting some coffee. Like I have been doing these past few days. Or maybe you were just too busy to notice.”

“(Y/n), you know I don’t appreciate it when you do this.” She sighed. “I just wanted to know what you’ve been up to is all. You seem to be so busy with your academics along with the Poe Cup.”

“I am. Any updates on Enid?” You said shortly, really just wanting to go to your room.

“Oh! I was just about to let you know. Miss Sinclair has made a recovery, so she will be participating tomorrow!” Weems grinned, clasping her hands together.

“Great. We might have a chance at winning.” You said, almost sarcastically. You had a lot of faith in Enid, and in this way you wouldn’t be in charge at all. “I guess I can just spectate then.”

“Oh, come now, there’s no need!” She said. “Of course you’re going to participate. I even came up with a plan for you all to have a chance!” She said with a gracious smile, like she was doing you a favor.

“Mom, seriously? I don’t think interference from the principal is allowed.”

“There are no rules, darling.” She hummed, reaching a hand out and holding your face.

“…why do I have to do this again?” You questioned with a glare. “I really don’t want to. I’m already trying hard enough to keep up with my grades.”

“You’re my child, sweetheart.” She responded like it was that easy. “I know you have what it takes. I was co-captain of my team when I went to school here. You aren’t even in a leading position anymore, so you can absolutely do that, can’t you?”

“…I suppose so.” You muttered, lightly swiping her hand away from her face. “But don’t think I’m gonna act like some try-hard to win this thing. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do only that.”

“Thank you, my sweet child.” She offered a relieved smile before walking off, heels clacking as she did so. She held her hand up, beckoning you to follow so she could explain the details of her plan.

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Laying up awake at night nervous for this stupid cup absolutely wasn’t fun. Was your mother going to be royally pissed off if you let her down? Probably. She was a sweet woman when you were a little kid. What a normal mother should be. But when she realized you were like her, she instantly became this fanatic, trying to shape you into what she was but better.

You jumped whenever your phone buzzed from your nightstand. Who the hell? You reached over and took it, wincing as the brightness of the phone blinded you. You quickly turned it down and saw you had a message.

From Tyler.

Good luck during that weird race tmr!

You blinked, before smiling. He was thinking of you. He remembered the stupid cup. That was sweet. You quickly responded with a thank you, letting him know you were going to get some sleep. You turned your phone on silent and closed your eyes. It still took you a while, but eventually you got yourself to sleep, ready for the day ahead.

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[vampysparkz]

Accidental Petrification

Part 1.

Ajax Petropolis x Normie F!Reader

Enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1,517

TAGLIST

@smexydeftonesfan

Warnings

Very slow burn! Non canon character just to make things a little smoother, some mild ish bullying.

Key

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Your last name

Y/N L/N was a 17-year-old girl, who was overall normal. She had good grades in school, plenty of friends, kept healthy relationships and had good personal hygiene, so really, being sent a letter from Nevermore Academy was a bit of a shock to her.

She had just gotten home from a trip to the Weathervane and heard her father calling for her from the kitchen. Y/N dropped her backpack down next to the dining room table, before walking into the kitchen. Her father stood next to the counter, leaning his elbow slightly against it as he held the blue and black envelope (that wore the Nevermore crest with terrifying intensity) out to his daughter. "Letter for you" he gulped, a hint of nervousness catching in his throat.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she took the letter with shaking hands, nails tapping on the cardstock. She took a small, unsteady breath, before pulling the envelope open. She stole a glance at her father, who was a few shades paler than when he had handed her the envelope, before taking the two sheets of paper out from it.

'Dear Y/N L/N,

You have been selected for an experimental program at Nevermore Academy. As you are surely aware; The new semester starts in four days, and you are invited to join us for the school year! This is a social experiment, and you are free to leave at any point after the first semester. You have already been assigned a dorm, and will find a list of required items on the attached paper.

We hope to see you soon!

Sincerely,

Principal Larissa Weems'

She read aloud, in a goofy sort of announcer's voice in an attempt to lighten the mood, which made her father chuckle. "... You'll be alright kid, if there's one thing you might be able to do, it's bringing some sort of normalcy to those kids"

He was always good at that, casting aside worry to make her feel better. She hoped he was right at least, maybe she would enjoy her time at the academy.

.・゜゜・

The four days passed at breakneck speed, cramming in whatever time she could spend with her friends and family. Of course, she was always going to be nearby and visiting on the weekends, she didn't want to leave anyone on bad terms. When the day finally came, Y/N's parents got together her things and packed up the car.

The drive to Nevermore was quiet and painfully quick, the worry had finally set in. It only took twenty minutes or so for the car to arrive at the gates, the iron creaking slightly as it opens. The courtyard was bustling with cars and outcasts gathering their belongings to bring up to their dorms.

Y/N got out slowly and grabbed her bags after giving her father a tight bear hug, and a teary goodbye, before heading into the school.

She was greeted by a tall woman, with platinum hair and an all-white Floral print dress. The woman opened her mouth to say something but was shoved to the side when a tall boy wearing an oversized beanie got pushed into her.

"COVER YOUR EYES!"

Someone shouted, (loud enough to be classified as a shriek rather than a shout)the words had everyone ducking for cover, covering their eyes as tight as they could. Now someone like Y/N, who has had very little interaction with Outcasts, could not have known what that meant and was in no way quick enough to cover her eyes. At first, she noticed, that the boy had been shoved by a group of rather dirty-looking boys, with sort of insane expressions, who made subtle growling noises as they pushed the poor kid around. After that, she noticed that one of them had reached for his hat, and another had a mirror.

They yanked his hat off, which earned a worried cry from the boy, whose eyes widened as dozens of snakes writhed from where his hair should have been, hissing quietly as they made direct eye contact with her.

The snakes themselves caused her to stop moving, as if they were putting her in a trance, sedating her in a sort of mellow state. She barely noticed when the boy unfortunately made eye contact with her, as he struggled to look away from the mirror that the group was shoving in his face. All she could hear was two sets of crackling stone, and then everything went black.

.・゜゜・

She didn't know what had happened, only one moment she had been witnessing a brutal event of bullying, and now she was /very/ groggy and opening her eyes. She was sitting in a chair, in what looked like an infirmary, and a small woman in a nurse's outfit was wiping some sort of greenish-yellow fluid on her hand with a cotton ball, that sort of burned.

She furrowed her eyebrows as the mental fog slowly lifted, allowing her to notice that the hand the woman was wiping the fluid on was stone, but (she supposed) the fluid was actively reverting it to her normal skin. The rest of her body was now no longer stone, and with a sort of painful movement, she turned her head.

There was the boy, still paralyzed and made of stone, propped up against the wall with a fearful expression plastered on his now statue esq face.

"Don't worry about Ajax dear, he stones himself every other week"

The nurse says with a cheery little tone, tossing the cotton ball in a nearby trash can.

"You'll be alright now, might be a little stiff but nothing too bad. I recommend taking a bath soon, I'm afraid gorgon venom is quite sticky, but the burning should subside soon"

She giggles, before picking up a new cotton ball to dip in a jar, and walked over to the boy so she could set to work on wiping it over his eyes, hoping to at least gift his sight back first.

Y/N took a deep breath, the nurse was right, her entire existence felt sticky, but the burning on her skin had already mostly faded. She slowly got up from her chair, wincing slightly as her body creaked from the stiffness, but it seemed to level out as she moved around.

She then paused, realizing that she has /no/ idea where she is. She looks back over to the nurse, who had successfully unparalyzed one of the boy's (Ajax she assumed was his name) eyes.

"Excuse me?" She spoke "I'm sorry I don't know where I am. I'm the new Normie transfer." She mumbles, almost afraid to say the sentence.

The nurse opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the same woman in the floral dress, who stood with her hands folded neatly behind her back.

"Miss L/N, I'm so sorry you had such a rough introduction. I'll have Mister Petropolis apologize as soon as he's unpetrified." The woman smiles and gave a soft chuckle.

The woman held her hand out to Y/N, neatly manicured nails catching the light from the windows. "Principal Larissa Weems, nice to meet formally meet you, dear"

Y/N took her hand and gave it a firm shake with a smile. "Come along then, I'll show you to your dorm, your things have already been moved up there. Your roommate will show you around" She smiles, turning on her heels and walking out of the infirmary, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she walked.

The two walked up the winding staircases and through busy hallways, and at one point Y/N had to hold onto Principal Weems' hand due to the droves of teenagers trying to get to their friends.

After about ten minutes, they arrived to the dorm Y/N would be staying in, the dark wooden door creaking open. The dorm was large, and was on one of the higher levels, so it had plenty of windows. The room was divided in two, a twin sized bed on each side, with a desk, dresser, and wardrobe. One half, Y/N assumed it was hers, was bare with no decoration. The other however, held green and brown hued decorations, bedsheets, and books. A younger girl sat on the bed, likely a freshman, snakes quietly withing under her beanie as they tried to get a peek at the new roommate.

"Hello" The girl hums, a gentle smile gracing her heart shaped face, caramel skin keeping its warm hue in the gentle light of the room.

"I'm Iliana, Iliana Harman" She chimed, hopping up from the bed to offer a hand out to Y/N.

Y/N was a little standoffish, recognizing the hat from the boy that petrified her, not ready to be petrified again.

"Hey, it's okay Normie, I'm not gonna petrify you" Iliana laughs, but continued to hold her hand out, at least she seemed friendly. Y/N carefully shook her hand with a small smile.

"Yeah you would know about that, huh? Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" Y/N smiles, before moving to begin unpacking.

Chapter one is done!

I should have the next chapter up tomorrow or the next day, I know it's starting off slow, but it's for development I promise!

I originally intended it to be one long story, but I know a few people are excited about this.

Part 2! 👇

[kaimeioneclipse]

hey

can you make an Wenclair x Male!Famous(mabey)Guitarist!Reader?

DARK MOON

Pairing: Wednesday x Enid x Male Reader

Summary: You are a Nevermore Academy Student but you were a famous guitarist from a band you used to be a part of. You and the band were on the rise on the internet and about to sign a deal but with your powers starting to come in you had to step away from the band. Along the way you met up with Enid who was your Shadow at Nevermore and showed you around, secretly she was already a fan. Then you met her roommate Wednesday and then one thing led to another and all three of you started dating.

WordCount: 2.3k

Warning: Slight Smut

The morning was like any other morning, 8am at Nevermore Academy. You can hear the boys next door getting ready for school and your alarm blaring your last song your wrong with your previous band. You reach for your phone and press the dismiss button on the screen, as the alarm app moves from sight you see your lock screen of the two most beloved women in your life. Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.

You smiled at you see Enid's bright smile and Wednesday's signature scowl, but you knew behind her eyes she was glad to take the photo for you. How you three ended up together still is beyond you but it happened. Enid and Wednesday were un-separable but you being the new kid, you had to have someone show you around and that's how you met Enid.

The week you all met

Enid was bubbly and very bright, she was sweet and you liked that about her. She told you all the gossip and all the different hang-out spots and groups in the school. But she warned that since you are technically a celebrity you might be picked by the wrong crowd and told you to get a feel of the school before you make a decision she kept her cool in front of you for a time being but Enid was a big fan of your band. It wasn't a secret for a while when you was walking from your dorm room you could hear your band's first single coming from her room when you went to ask her how to get to a certain class. You prepared to knock but the door opened and with a dark shadow bumped into you. It wasn't the girl you were looking for it was someone else. The Midnight braided hair and moon-shadowed eyes looked at you were taken aback her. and that's how you met Wednesday

"Sorry, didn't see you there. I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" you say with a smile.

She looked at you "Wednesday" she said while looking up and down at you. She seemed to recognize you but she couldn't put her finger on it and She doesn't have a bad memory. This sorta irritated her just like hearing the music while in the room when she is trying to write.

"I have to go," she says as she moves around and you start to go down the hallway "Also if you are looking for Enid she is inside that room"

Back to the Present

You rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom and got yourself ready. You looked at the guitar that you had hooked up to the amp and a songbook next to it. You hear a knock at the door and grab the songbook and stuff it into your backpack and unplug your guitar and stuff it into your guitar case/backpack. You strap up everything and head to the door.

You open the door and you see your two wonderful girlfriends waiting for you at the door. Enid is laying on Wednesday's back groaning. Seems like she has been up all night again and didn't get proper sleep.

Good Morning" you say kissing Wednesday on the lips and then moving to Enid and kissing her on the forehead since her face is buried in Wednesday's back.

Wednesday looked back at the tired Enid "She stayed awake again because of some gossip."

"mmpf ahsmpf" Enid was muttering into Wednesday's back

"Let me take her off your hands" You say as you put down your Guitar backpack and take Enid off Wednesday's back and hold onto her in your arms like she is a sleepy baby. Enid opened her eyes slightly and smiled seeing your face

"My knight in shining....." she says as she falls back into slumber.

"Lets get her to class because I will not be late again because she wants to drag herself like a pig in quicksand. Her cute face wont save her this time. Especially today" says Wednesday as she grabs your guitar bag and walks ahead of you and signaling you to keep up.

You chuckle at this moment since it's pretty much like this all the time. You walk down the hallway with the busy students and head to class.

Minutes later you are sitting at your desk next to Xavier. Xavier has been your cool guy friend ever since you came to nevermore. He didn't care where you came from he just knew from your vibe that you were a good person.

"Dude you doing today?" Xavier asked you

You looked at him perplexed at first then it snapped in your head.

"Oh yea, Ive blocked out the outside assembly stage with the late night patrol and they said I can do it tonight only," you said

Xavier smiled, "You are gonna kill this" he said to you.

You fist bumped and then your teacher noticed you two weren't paying attention. "Mr L/N and Mr Thrope, you have something to share with the rest of the class"

"No Ma'am" you both say with a smile and look at each other.

But not too far away Wednesday was looking at you and Xavier wondering what you two were talking about. Wednesday had a feeling something was different with you. For the past few weeks you have been hanging out with Xavier more and she couldn't understand why. She brought it up to Enid a while ago. Enid thought you were cheating on both of them but Wednesday put the thought out of her mind since you aren't that kind of person. Plus dealing with the two of them wasn't an easy task let alone adding another lover in the picture.

A while back Enid and Wednesday followed you to the Weathervane and saw you were there with Xavier talking about something but their hiding spot across the street conveniently blocked their view. So she has been trying to figure it out.

A Few Hours Later

Class is over and Everyone is done with dinner and heading back to their dorms. You are with Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Bianca and Yoko. You are talking about current news in Nevermore and everything new going on.

"So Enid the full moon is coming out tomorrow, Where are you and the rest of the Wolves wolfing out this time?" Bianca asks

"Im not sure this time, the forest is usually the go-to but I'm not sure this time" Enid replies "Means I get to spend tonight with my two favorite people" as she holds on your hand and Wednesday's

"Well Yoko and I need to get some last-minute studying done" says Bianca. Yoko nods and follows Bianca as they head back to the Girls dorms.

Xavier starts to look around you and sees something different.

"Hey Y/N Where is your Guitar Backpack?" Xavier asks.

"Its right he-...." You begin to feel behind you and its not there. "Whoa What the hell? Where is my bag?"

"You must have left it in class? Or maybe the Dinner hall" said Xavier "I'll help you go find it"

"Hey you two I will meet you back in your dorm room, Im gonna go find my bag." You say as you kiss Wednesday and Enid on their cheeks then you and Xavier run off back into the school.

"Be careful and hope you find it." says Enid blowing a kiss to you.

Wednesday squints at you as your back is turned. "Something is off..." Wednesday says with a suspicious tone.

"What you mean hun?" Enid asks

"Y/N never leaves his guitar. That guitar was given to him by his grandfather, father, and his uncle, with this little bit of money the gathered up. He holds that guitar with high value. Remember we caught him sleeping with it in his bed."

"Oh yea...He was cute holding it" Enid says as she remembers the thought of you blushing

"Enid focus...Y/N is hiding something from us"

"But Love why would he do that?"

"I dont know but we need to find out. Let's go back to the dorm and get some stuff then Y/N is gonna answer to some things"

The girls head back to the dorm and open up the door. Thing is currently on Wednesday's desk tapping on a letter on the desk.

"What is it Thing?" Wednesday asks

"Oh look someone left us a note" Enid says picking it up and drawing out one claw and opens up the letter and it states.

If you want to know what is currently out of place, meet us by the stage where the events play. So don't be late and meet us there by 8.

Wednesday and Enid looked at each other.

"What do you think?" Enid asked

"I think this might be the answer we were looking for" Wednesday replies grabbing her stuff "Thing come on" Thing hops of the desk and crawls on to Enids shoulder.

A Few Minutes later

Wednesday and Enid show up the outside event stage, This stage is used during the summer months for prep rallies, and stage performances with the drama club, choir, and others. But something was off this time. The Night time lights are usually dim here and there wasn't any night patrol either which was new to the girls.

"Babe, I dont like this..." said Enid to Wednesday clutching on to her arm.

"Me either" Wednesday replied but she was sted fast ready for anything to pop off if need be.

"We're hear! Show yourself" Enid yelled in the dark area that was more silent than death itself.

Then a loud clack came from the stage and a burst of light blinded Wednesday and Enid for a few seconds but as their eyes adjusted who did they see on the stage it was Y/N. You were sitting on a stool with your guitar in hand in front of a microphone.

"Y/N what is going on? Did you plant that letter in our room?" Wednesday asked with her cold death stare looking straight at you.

You chuckle a bit and reply "Yes with the help of everyone to make this possible. I just want to say to your both that I appreciate all that you two have done for me. Whether it be school work, listening to my problems, or helping me with my powers. You both have always been there for Me and I thank you. Wednesday......Enid....I wrote something that shows how i feel about the two most wonderful women in my life"

You begin to play your guitar and the lights dim on you. You lean into the microphone and begin to sing.

Dark Moon

Verse 1:

The moon is my witness, to a love that's true Two hearts that beat for me, and I for them too We share a bond that's dark and deep In a love that's forbidden but we choose to keep

Chorus:

Dark moon, shine your light on me Guide us through this love we see Three hearts that beat as one Underneath the dark moon's shine

Verse 2:

We share the secrets of the night And the warmth of the morning light We hold each other in our arms And our love is safe from harm

Chorus:

Dark moon, shine your light on me Guide us through this love we see Three hearts that beat as one Underneath the dark moon's shine

Bridge:

We know it's not the way it's supposed to be But our love is pure and true We'll keep it hidden from the world And let the dark moon see us through

Chorus:

Dark moon, shine your light on me Guide us through this love we see Three hearts that beat as one Underneath the dark moon's shine

Outro:

Dark moon, shine your light on us As we navigate this love that's true We'll hold onto each other's hearts And let our love shine through.

As you stop playing you look up to see your two girlfriends staring straight at you with tears in their eyes. Your lyrics reached them and you were happy to see that. They begin to run towards the stage as you put your guitar on a leaning stand. They approach you wiping their tears and then hit you in the back of the head together.

"Dont ever keep a secret from us again" Enid yelled and began to cry again and grab onto you.

Wednesday wipes her tears and tries to get her composure "We were worried about you for the past few days and we thought something was wrong. This is why I don't celebrate meaningless festivities like this"

You look at Wednesday with a smug look knowing that she cried 30 seconds ago

"Really?" you say

"Shut up" Wednesday replies back at you then also lays herself onto you.

You chuckle a little bit. Enid runs her fingers on your chest and Wednesday looks up at you and raises her hand to your face and both say to you.

"I love you"

You smile and reply "I love you too"

The Next morning

You hear your alarm go off just like every morning. Nevermore Academy once again. Your head feels heavy and so does your body. You look over to your right where your phone is on the nightstand and try to reach over but your arm feels so heavy. Then you see a pale white hand with black nails reach out and press the snooze button on your phone. You try to move your other arm which is also heavy but you hear a moan as you try to move it. You try to sit up a little bit and see your two girlfriends are in the bed with you wearing nothing but your T-shirts which are bigger than them. You laugh a bit but not too loud to wake them up.

"Ok 5 more minutes" you say to yourself and go back to sleep.

(Author's Notes)

This was my first asked story and I kinda went more than I thought I would but I like how this one turned out. Remember if you have any ideas on what story I should write next let me know. I will be working on the two other stories that I promised to work on but the 9 to 5 has been keeping me busy. But I'm glad this one is finally done and I hope you all like it.

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Can we please have a little/younger sister x larissa? Any plot of your choosing will do :))).

Bring Your Sister to Work Day

Larissa Weems x YoungerSister!Reader

Authors Note: This is a little short but the idea was so cute that I had to write a little something about it.

Larissa opened her office door and let you walk in first. You drop your backpack next to a conference table and drop into a chair. You were staying with your older sister for the next two weeks and Larissa had declared today “Bring Your Sister to Work Day”. Ever since your sister came to work as a principal in America, you had seen her less and less. Your parents said this trip would help you bond.

“What’s mine is yours, y/n. If you need anything, let me know.” Larissa smiled and sat at her desk, logging onto her computer to begin working. You were a little frustrated with her. She was always working. Even when you tried calling her every so often she seemed to always cut the conversation short, saying that she had work to do. You had grown tired of shortened calls so you stopped calling. You slowly drifted apart the past few years.

“Mhm.” You hum, standing back up to give yourself a tour of the room. There were trinkets, books, and souvenirs from all over the world in her cabinets. The books covered what seemed to be any subject related to outcasts and their abilities. You had to admit that this was pretty cool.

As you wander, you approach her desk, leaning down to look at the shrunken head in a jar, “Now this is cool.”

“You think that’s cool? Look at this.” Larissa seemed eager to impress you. She stood from her desk and approached a bookcase to her right. She pressed a hidden button on the top right corner of the wood frame, causing the shelf to swing open and reveal a staircase.

You jaw dropped at the incredible spiral staircase. You wondered how far it went down, “Can- Can we do down there?”

“Of course.” Larissa was giddy to show you around and happy to see you finally interested in her place of work. She started down the stairs, beckoning to have you follow after her. You parents didn’t send you to Nevermore, instead you went to a different academy in Ireland.

As the staircase grew a little darker, you couldn’t help but reach and hand out and grasp the fabric of Larissa’s jacket. You used to do the same thing when you were little and she would walk to down the stairs at home.

Larissa smiled to herself at your gesture, reminding her of how you were still her baby sister. Once you reached the bottom, you stuck close to her side. You were in a creepy old library with paintings of outcasts lining the open walls.

“This is a special library for the best of the best.” Larissa explained to you. You walked the perimeter of the room together, Larissa explaining the different high profile people who once attended the academy.

You nodded along, recognizing some of the names she mentioned from your own classes at outcast school. You stopped in front of a large portrait of Edgar Allen Poe, your mouth agape, “Rissy, this is so cool.”

Larissa smiled at the old nickname, happy that her attempt at bonding was working. She loved you and missed you more than anything when she was away. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder’s as you both stare at the painting together.

Maybe this sister trip would be less painful than you thought?

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[ Chapter One: Nevermore Academy ]

xavier thorpe x f!reader

table of contents < next chapter

word count: 1.9k 

By her father's request, [Y/n] wore a customized blazer made to fit her perfectly. Purple and black were the signature colors of Nevermore, along with the crest on her blazer. She embedded traces of sand into her clothing as well, adding a personal touch. A single black feather caught her eye in the mirror. By the outside window, peeking from behind the corner. Before completely disappearing from view. 

Thinking nothing of it, she continued to prepare for the day, at Nevermore Academy. Just as she was about to leave her room, the door burst open. Ivy her roommate entered the shared dorm room.

Her hands clenched and balled into fists; her cheeks bright red. "He's so fucking stupid!" Ivy shouted, angrily stomping her feet on the wood flooring. Groaning in frustration as she threw herself onto her bed. [Y/n] turned toward Ivy's side of her room, "I'm assuming, Eddie-"

"Ugh, he's so fucking clueless!" She groaned in frustration, grabbing her pillow and screaming into it. "Maybe, you should just tell him?" [Y/n] says looking at her. Ivy pulled her face away from the pillow and looked at her roommate, "Ah, yes maybe I should and be completely embarrassed afterward." Ivy says, sarcastically. 

[Y/n] sighed shaking her head, "I will once you confess your feelings too, Xavier." Ivy says, jokingly. [Y/n]'s face heated up as she looked at her roomate, "I have no idea what you're talking about." [Y/n] says, turning away from her and Ivy shook her head and chuckled.

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about." Ivy says, teasing. [Y/n] turned away hiding her face from her roomate. "It's so obvious you like him." She says, continuing to tease [Y/n]. "N-No I don't!" [Y/n] shouts, and Ivy laughse shaking her head knowing that it isn't true.

"Y/n, listen to me you are a terrible liar." She says, as she sits up from her bed and walks over towards [Y/n]. A sigh escapes her as she places a hand on her shoulder, "I understand, you want to deny your feelings for him. But he's going to find out cause you're really bad at hiding it." Ivy says and [Y/n] looks at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "It's that obvious?" [Y/n] asks, looking at Ivy and she just nods in response. 

[Y/n] sighs, walking towards her bed and grabbing her backpack. "I'm just going to forget the entire conversation ever happened, and go to first period." She says, walking towards the door and leaving her dorm.

She'd only been in school for a month almost two, and has already developed feelings for Xavier. Honestly, she was really nervous and didn't know what to do. She never felt these's feelings before theses emotions were all too new. 

She'd occasionally tense up in his presence, stammer and falter on her words unable to even get them out. She liked being around him when she could he'd bring a smile to her face. As she walked down the hallway, she'd catch the occasioanl glimpse of a black feathered bird flying swiftly past the window. Rolling her eyes she quickly made her way towards her first class.

During that time, a new student arrived at Nevermore Academy. Who was previously expelled from her latest school for killing two boys by dropping pirahnnas into the pool. Her name, Wednesday Addams. 

[Y/n] only saw her for a moment before needing to go to her first period class. Of course, everyone was gossiping about Wednesday and how her parents possibly pulled strings to get her off the hook. For killing the two boys as well injuring others.

"Honestly, I'm not suprises they let her into Nevermore." Ivy says walking up behind [Y/n] who turns around, and looks at her. "Why?" [Y/n] asks looking at her, "Um, knock knock Y/n. Her parents are alumni of the school." Ivy says and [Y/n] looks at her.

"Um, knock knock, Ivy this is my first time at Nevermore." [Y/n] says looking at her, "No you've just been living under a rock your entire life." Ivy says, getting a finger in response from [Y/n]. After she continued walking to her first period, fencing.

[Y/n] and Ivy were fencing against eachother, as the conversation went on in the room. "Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck." The two heard Bianca say to Rowan, "Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition?" She asks turning to look at the couch. Her eyes scanning the room for a another opponet.

 "Anyone else want to challenge me?" She sasks, and Wednesay wearing a black lamé , rather than the white one everyone else was wearing. "I do." Wednesday says, emotionless.

Looking at Bianca, " Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in." Bianca says, looking at Wednesday. Oh, how [Y/n] wished she had popcorn watching as Wednesday challenges Bianca.

[Y/n] honestly, never really had a problem with Bianca but seeing the self appointed Queen Bee, be challenged was so entertaining. And getting front row seats it was excellent.

After her classes were finished she made her way to her room, and just as she opened the door she saw it. A raven at the windowsill. "Ugh, I knew it!" She said, angrily. Storming towards the widowsill and opening it, "I've told may father that I'm in no need of a raven," She says and the raven looked down knowing she'd say that.

 "He said you'd say that," The Raven responded, looking at the girl. Who was glaring at her eye's filled with anger anger and annoyance, "He wants to know that you'll be alright," She says and [Y/n] scoffed rolling her eyes, and folding her arms across her chest.

"I'm doing just fine that you very much, now go back to the Dreaming." [Y/n] says, looking at the raven, "And, tell my father once again I'm in no need of a raven!" She shouts, and the raven caws in response, "No canndo m'lady, but um-" She froze the raven didn't say anything. [Y/n] turned to look at her, "What? What is it?" [Y/n] asks, looking at the bird. 

"Nevermind." The raven says and [Y/n] rolls her eyes looking away, and walking towards her bed and sitting down. She rolls her eyes and falls back her head hitting her pillow.  In the distance she could hear someone playing, Paint it, Black on the cello in the distance.

"So~ wanna talk boy?" Faye asked causing [Y/n] to grab her pillow, and toss it at the bird. Faye cawed in response, "Hey, watch it!" She shouted, and [Y/n] glared at her. "You watch it," [Y/n] spat looking at the raven. "Go back to the dreaming now and tell my father, that I'm in no need of a rave-"

"Y/n," A voice said and she turned around and saw her father, standing behind her but made of sand. "I see Faye failed to stay hidden," Morpheus says, his eyes glaring at the raven who shuffled out of sight. 

"Yeah, about I thought that I specifally told you that I don't need a raven." She says looking at her father, and he looks at her. "I'm very quite aware of your request, but as your father I have the right to know that you're well and safe." He says and she sighs folding her arms across her chest.

"Yes, but not by sending one of your ravens to spy on me." She says, pointing towards Faye. "I'm fine, I'm safe, and well." She says looking at him and he wasn't budging, "Perhaps," He says and she groans in annoyance.

 "Seriously, dad I'm fine I don't need a raven. Hell you said the samething to Lucienne." She said, and he looked at her, "Yes, I did end up needing him." He says, looking down at his daughter and she groaned in annoyance, pacing back and forth across her side of the room.

"What is it about this, Xavier I'm hearing about." He asks, and [Y/n] froze in her spot and her head craned towards Faye who was hiding, and she cawed seeing the princess' glare and flew out the window. "Y/n..." He says and she shook her head and pretended to yawn, "I'm really tired dad and have a busy day tomorrw," She says looking at him, "But you didn't."

"I'm fine okay, everything is fine but I need to get ready for bed okay." She says and Morpheus loosk at his daughter raising his eyebrow, "Hmm, goodnight my little dove." He says and she smiles looking at him as, he disappaers into a puff of sand. She groans in frusration and Faye flies back, and lands on the windowsill. 

"If you want to keep thoses feathers of yours, you mention anything about my feelings towards Xavier to anyone even my father. I'll pluck every feather off your body, and make a hate out of them." She says, and Faye nods.

[ Time Skip to the Harvest Festival ]

[Y/n] frowned as her dart misses the ballon over and over, "Ugh, I know theses are rigged." She groans in annoyance, and the standee looks at her knowingly, "Wanna try again?" He asks looking at [Y/n].

"Yes." She groans in response, continuing to miss the ballons over and over again. "You are really bad at this." The standee says and she looks at him and flips him off. Groaning in frustration she inevitably gives up, "You really, suck at this." She turned around, and saw Xavier walking towards her his hands in his jackets pocket.

She smiled at him sarcastically while her back leaned against the stand, "Wow, thanks for reminding me." She says to him sarcastically, looking at him. Turning around and looking back at the stand, "I'm planning on swiping one while his back is turned," She joked, as Xavier walked up beside her.

Before she could even react, he picked up a couple of darts missing a few ballons. But popping enough where he won a medium sized stuffed. She furrows her eyes as the standee handed Xavier the stuffed animal. "Show off," She joked looking at him and he chuckled softly, before handing the plush to her.

She smiles contently as she looks at the stuffed animals in her arms, her face heating up as she held it in her arms. Her heart pounding against her chest. She hugged it close to her chest and held onto the stuffed panda bear as if for dear life. 

Faye cawed, and landed on her shoulders looking at the stuffed animal in the princess' arms. "You're staring," Faye says, and [Y/n] looks away swiftly. "He's a friend." [Y/n] says, sitting on a nearby bench still holding onto the stuffed animal.

"You are in love." Faye says and [Y/n] scoffs rolling her eyes, placing the stuffed animal on the table and started looking at it. "If you don't mind me saying, I've seen it you are in love the way you look at him, your mannerism while around him-"

"I do mind, I'm not in love." [Y/n] says as she stares at the stuffed animal, "Ivy's right you're shit at hiding your feelings." Faye says to [Y/n] who immediately snaps her attention at her and glares, "Say that again, and you won't be flying home tonight." She says, and Faye cawed and flew away. Letting out a sigh, [Y/n]. Sirens blared in the distnace, and [Y/n] looked around seeing people scrambling

[Taglist]: @pinksirensong (just since does include morpheus) @preciousbabypeter @spideyanakin-interacts @betray-jaes @formulaangel55​ @momoko-world​ @bmkisseths​ @princess-depresso @tesha-i-guess​ @fl0r4f4wn​

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being the new girl isn't too bad - xavier thorpe

Summary: You’re the new kid at Nevermore Academy and you’re dreading every second of it. Until you run into one boy who makes it just a little more bearable.

Word Count: 1,033

As you drive through the gates of Nevermore, your nerves begin to pick up. You come from an... interesting family. Not up there with the Addams, but just enough to get you kicked out of every school you've attended. Your parents had made an agreement with you that as soon as your telekinetic powers came in you would go straight to nevermore. You knew this day was coming but you didn't dread it any less.

Here's to new beginnings.

I guess.

-

You're packing your drawers when you hear a knock at the door. You set your clothes down to go answer. Swinging the door open you see a bubbling teenager with pink and blue hair.

"Hi!! I'm Enid" she exclaims practically jumping up and down.

You extend out your hand "y/n".

"So Thornhill sent me here just to help you get settled in. I totally think you're going to love it here!!" Enid says with a shining smile.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'm just a little nervous I guess" you share.

"Oh don't worry about it, that's why I'm here!! I'll show you around the school y'know give you all the deets. I practically know everything and everything about everyone here. You Included!! I mean... not in like a weird way. I just looked you up on the internet. Speaking of that I kind of stalked your insta and got you this CD. I saw you posted their music a lot." She says extending out a CD of your fav artist.

"No way this is sick thank you" you say, a smile spreading across your face.

"Of course, I am just so excited to have you here. I'll be back tomorrow morning to give you a tour of the school and everything" she says giddily while lunging for a hug.

You hug her back suddenly feeling 10x better than when you got here.

"Goodnight!! See you tomorrow bright and early!" Enid exclaims while leaving your room.

You stand there for a moment looking down at the brand-new CD in your hands.

"Maybe it isn't going to be too bad here" you say going back to your clothes with a smile plastered on your face.

-

You got up a little earlier than usual to get ready and prepare for the day ahead of you. You slip on your platform docs as you hear a knock at your door. You know it's Enid, so you quickly grab your backpack.

"Hey y/n! You ready?" Enid asks with her usual smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess" you say following her lead to the school grounds.

Enid takes you out to the quad showing you all the different outcast groups. You can feel dozens of eyes on you as you walk around.

"What is everyone staring at?" you ask Enid.

"You!" she answers.

"Why me?!" you say with a newfound sense of insecurity.

"Well, we don't usually get transfer students mid-year. Especially ones with telekinesis. Also, you're just super pretty" Enid says with a slight laugh.

"Off to a great start" you sigh. You stop to look around for a second when someone catches your eye.

"Hey Enid, who's that?"

"Oh, that's Xavier Thorpe. His dad is pretty famous. He doesn't exactly fit the family legacy but he's pretty cool" Enid says half uninterested.

Your eyes linger for just a few more moments watching the boy paint as Enid pulls you away to your first class.

The boy turns around just in time to watch Enid pulling you away. he was immediately intrigued by your presence.

-

You and Enid have different schedules for the second part of the day, so you had to navigate classes on your own.

Books in hand, you try and make your way to Thornhill's class. You were running late from being lost so you were speed walking trying to make it to class on time.

You sharply turn a corner colliding into something, or someone.

"Oh shoot I'm sorry" a voice exclaims as you bend down to pick up your books.

Both bending down to pick up your books you look up to apologize to the poor person you practically just body slammed.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes meet with his. Xavier Thorpe. You stare at him for a couple seconds, mouth dropped, not knowing what to say or do.

"Are you okay? Should I take you to the nurse?" Xavier questions with worry.

"Um... no yeah I'm good. Sorry" you say still a bit shaken.

Xavier chuckles giving you back your stack of books.

"Y'know you look cute when you're all flustered. I'd like to think I played a part in that" Xavier teases looking you up and down.

You stand there wide eyed.

"I-I sorry I should've been paying attention to where I was going" you say.

Xavier picks up a book from the top of your stack, flipping through the pages.

"Oh, that's just my sketchbook" you say slightly embarrassed.

"This butterfly is really good, but it looks like it's missing something." he smirks pulling out a pencil from his pocket. He scribbles for a moment while you study his face.

Why was this man so fucking gorgeous.

Xavier finishes whatever he was writing and hovers his hand over the drawing. The next moment the butterfly comes to life. Flapping its wings around your head. A smile spreads across your face as you watch the butterfly you drew fluttering around your face.

Xavier's eyes travel your face taking in all your features.

The butterfly lands back on the book and this time keeps its wings spread. As you peer down at the creature you see a phone number etched across its wing. You quickly look up at Xavier who's already looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"I suggest next time you walk a little slower or look where you're going" He teases, slowly walking away.

You stand there for a couple moments completely shocked by what just happened. The bell rings and you quickly enter the classroom, taking a seat. You can still feel the blush spread across your face.

It definitely isn't too bad here.