#wednesdays are for head canons

[boojangs]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sinsdaycorp]

I just want to remind everyone, Wednesday and Enid spent the night cuddled up after defeating Crackstone. For their own peace of mind, they snuggled and held each other so damn tightly - they were worried the other might disappear if they didn’t. They were worried, but holding each other close all night long, they protected each others from dreams that could have haunted them.

Enid, no matter what, to this day, still remains the only one Wednesday will not shrug away when she’s touched.

They hold hands, they occasionally fall asleep talking to each other, they share sweet soft kisses. They share little inside jokes that with one shared look will have Wednesday smirking and Enid breaking into giggles.

At the end of every day, they share time on the balcony, Enid enjoying the marrow-liquifying haunting pull of the bow across the cello strings before they curl up in their pushed together beds and spend their slumber wrapped around each other in a way that never looks comfortable, but for them, it’s the most relaxing way to sleep, legs tangled, arms clinging and wrapping around shoulders and waist, the occasional barely there kiss across the nearest flash of skin as they doze off for their sleep.

[writtenicarus]

I hope that somewhere in the world, maybe in an apartment in London or a nice cottage by the coast, James has just tucked Regulus up in bed and kissed him on the forehead and now they're cuddled up and ready for bed.

[moreorlez]

[skallitun]

Golden Retriever girlfirend gossips to her sleep deprived goth.

[d-llahanspade]

I started drawing Enid and then somehow shifted to a goat-wolf cryptid???

Either way it ended up looking really good

[anbadann]

Larissa Weems Headcanons (SFW)

And a pinch of nsfw.

She would *love* to just hug you, especially from behind and at the waist.

When Larissa wants attention she wouldn’t ask because the blonde fears that you would be annoyed or she’s interrupting something. That’s when you come in to comfort and cuddle with her(or be a absolute whore.)

Every once in a while, Larissa would have anxiety/panic attacks. The blonde relies on you to help clear her mind.

Larissa would worry, a lot. From if you say “later,” but the time never comes, to planning and perfecting the Rave’in.

She loves when you wear a crop top, especially lace ones that give her imagination something to work with. Sometimes when you wear it, she gets so distracted that the blonde forgets that she was working on a important email.

Making sure your safe and happy is a must. She’ll ask/check in on your throughout the day, Larissa would give you her own snacks and drinks if you were hungry. Basically she’s a service top.(or bottom, just saying)

[mikeyss1ut]

hi! if your still doing requests can you do Wednesday x shy fem reader?

These are head cannons because I’m lazy

• I feel like Wednesday would be even more protective over you if you were shy

•even though you don’t talk to anymore that usually makes more people interested in getting to know the mysterious girl .

• “hey, uhm- what’s your name?” Some guy you don’t even know asked you

• “she doesn’t need to answer that you blood sucking heathen” she spat

•the boy just ran away. Wednesdays Wednesday and scary.

• you don’t talk a lot in a way she likes it. She doesn’t have to worry about you taking when your not supposed to or when she’s in her own time

• just because your shy doesn’t mean your fully innocent. But you still pretty much are.

• Wednesday admires that in you

• cheeks get beat red when anyone says anything sexual.

• Wednesday even though she would never admit it unless some one was literally about to kill you and the only was for them to not is for her to admit she’s down bad for you.

• she likes your hair. That dose not have a inch of anything to do with shyness but I really don’t care

•your awkward.

•Wednesday thinks it’s cute. Adorable actually

[i-like-anything-water]

If I had a nickel for everytime I shipped a short mean smart lesbian with their bubbly and super strong pansexual best friend who by some reason (heterosexuality lol) is involved with a guy who has snakes of all people, I'd have two nickels which isn't much but it's strange it happened twice.

[nanamis-princess]

Requests are open

How to send in a request

Specify which fandom or character(s) you’d like me to write for

What genre you’d like or plot (plz check what I don’t write for)

Leave a note of any specific things you’d like to add:)

🔴things I don’t write🔴

Pregnancy (as of rn)

Stalking (as of rn idk if I want to explore that)

In depth detail about violence

Anyone under 18, all characters must be aged up

Ped0philià

Stepsest

Anything that would have to deal with homophobia, transphobia, racism or ableism obviously.

✅I do write✅

Platonic relationships 

I try to keep everything gender neutral

Marriage 

Slight angst 

Wholesomeness

Comfort

🟡thinking of writing🟡

I’ve thought about writing smut, I’m up for hearing ur requests but I can’t promise something will be made

Possibly cheating idk

🎀Fandoms I write for🎀

Jujitsu Kaisen

One piece

My hero academia

Haikyuu

Ouran high school host club

Doctor who

Wednesday (only Wednesday & Enid)

Overwatch 2

❌characters I won’t write for❌

Overhaul & spinner (MHA)

Honey senpai unless platonic (ohshc)

Toji & mei mei (jjk)

Chopper, brook, Frankie & jimbei unless platonic (One piece)

Winston, Sigma, Hammond & Orisa unless platonic (overwatch)

The ninth doctor, the thirteenth doctor or the fourteenth doctor I haven’t seen them yet lolll (doctor who)

[foolinlove99]

Wenvier Headcanons

She only let's him touch her(Hug, hold hands, cuddle etc) in private.

She is the Possessive one in the relationship

I live for Protective Xavier

She likes to watch him draw

She loves playing with his hair. But she does it rarely.

They usually have their dates in his shed, walk in a graveyard or picnic in forest.

Their first kiss was in his shed.

She's his muse(obv)

After they get married they have the drawing of Wednesday playing her cello(the one Xavier did in 4th ep) on their wall.

Her parents adore him. Pugsley abandoned Vincent and is now admiring him for his work.

He likes to braid her hair in the mornings. She let's him.

At one point he drew Nero and brought it to life for her.(I'm pretty sure)

Wednesday never mentions him as her boyfriend. It's always either, "My partner" or "My beloved"

[enidsinclajr]

idk what other people head canon enid's middle name as but i've chosen phoebe for my fics after i went and googled greek names relating to the moon and it fits perfectly, at least to me cause:

means 'bright' or 'shining' which suits enid well

not technically a moon goddess, but the name is related to a number of them

is the goddess of prophecy (love that connection to wednesday hehe)

idk it just matches well. sounds very enid like to me lol

sorry if my research is wrong but i just thought it fit so well lol. i actually ended up writing a fic about this at an airport gate too because why not

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Wednesday everyone! Hope the sun is shining wherever you are (unless it's already too hot; if it is, then I hope a nice breeze finds it way to you.)

Thanks for the tags, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @jesuisici33 and @sanjuwrites, as always! Here's some more of my Parisian summer romance. (Maybe for a minute or I might risk sharing the whole thing!)

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TK hasn’t known Carlos very long, but sometimes he feels like he’s known him forever.  He knows that he’s got two sisters, one married and one that hates the institution of marriage entirely. He knows that Carlos’ father is a Texas ranger who has a weakness for a good Chili con carne and he knows that Carlos’ mother makes the world’s best Chili con carne. 

TK knows that Carlos is a control freak and he knows that Carlos doesn’t know that he’s a control freak. He knows that Carlos has a tendency to suppress any emotion that could risk showing a crack in his cool, calm, collected demeanor. TK knows that Carlos doesn’t know TK knows that. 

So, when TK is woken up by a panicked Carlos who’s hopping out of bed, as opposed to in it, he can’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?” 

Carlos releases a flurry of words that topple over each other. The only discernible word TK can catch is ‘bed’. That mixed with Carlos’ frantic pointing at said bed causes TK to further investigate. 

“Huh?” TK looks under the comforter as Carlos watches on. Carlos waits for TK to join him in his terror, half expecting him to jump out of the bed the way he just did. What Carlos doesn’t expect is TK disappearing under the comforter entirely, reaching for the unwelcome inhabitant. 

TK peeks his head back up, only his hair and his eyes are showing; but Carlos can tell he’s smiling. He lowers the comforter, smiling in that special type of way that Carlos simply just adores and reveals that he’s holding a tiny little creature in his palm. “It’s a lizard.” 

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tagging: @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @rosedavid, @chaotictarlos, @bonheur-cafe, @heartstringsduet, @basilsunrise, and here's an open tag for anyone who wants to join in on the fun (tag me back, i want to read!)

[jtl-fics]

All Hallows' Day!

WIP Wednesday - 12/20/23 (Closed) | FIC: All Hallows' Day

Kevin spends the next few hours meticulously researching about the history of epidemiology. He has a history of medicine class this semester and he's never enjoyed Aaron's company more than when they get to talk about history together.

Neil and Andrew never make an appearance during the day and he does hope that they get the backseat cleaned before he has to sit in it.

Eventually though, he can't quite manage to keep ignoring his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees 'Nicky (Call me)' a name that Nicky had programmed in when he had first put his phone number into Kevin's phone ages ago and Kevin could not figure out how to change.

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[urfavisaromantic]

wednesday is aromantic!

[another-corpo-rat]

wip wednesday

tagged by @corpocyborg, ty!!! <3 tagging with no pressure!! @theviridianbunny, @wistereia, @wanderingaldecaldo & @luvwich tfw work has slaughtered most of my motivation to work on things, but i do have some wips in the pipeline, starting with the closest to done:

Pale Yellow

featuring @pozerjacket's darling boy Kauri, and Victoria in a not great mood. Titled after the woodkid song. there's just a few more paragraphs that need re-written before i comb through it again

It’s a familiar enough thing; Stunzer’s voice was always as bright as his mood when he was off-duty – and she was yet to be privy to him not in a good mood. He was one of the rare few who could claw genuine joy out of the shithole that was Night City, a skill she would perhaps envy were she a lesser woman born to parents selfish enough to bring a child into a life condemned to the gutters. But a lesser woman she was not and she’d have no need for it now, not with a one-way ticket booked for London. First-class of course, because she wouldn’t allow herself to suffer lesser.  She was in agony enough as his smile and tone grated against already raw nerves. “Stunzer.” She says, sharp and cold as if she was interrupting someone’s stupidity in a meeting— And really that didn’t seem far off. She did feel him utterly idiotic with that stupid smile and aggressively pleasant mood. Painfully genuine and foolish for it. But not entirely so, at her word the switch flips and his bright smile drops into something more presentable, practiced. Professional. Good. She did keep his contact details for reasons beyond warming her bed. “I have a job for you,” and she could do without her voice sounding rough to her own ears; the words rasping against her coarse throat, “no fixers, no middlemen. Meet me on the Ebunike in Northside if you’re interested, Maelstrom shouldn’t give you any trouble.” She cuts the call before he can speak and wonders why she didn’t just send a text.

That Unwanted Animal

and then there's the untitled very much in the planning stages smasher-getting-pegged fic thats still in the bullet-points format in my document atm. even the title is a placeholder from the amazing devil song

“Fuck you, Blondie.” “If that’s what you’d prefer.” There’s enough of a pause that he seems to be considering it, his jaw working as if he’s caught the safe-word between his teeth and is shaping it with his tongue. “Or,” she croons, with the practiced softness of a suit guiding someone towards the answer they want, “you get on your back instead. See how you feel then.” “And how the fuck will that help?” A click of her tongue, derisive. “You think I let the dolls look at me?” Another pause, another moment of consideration. It’s a bold-faced lie and he knows it, knows she’d sooner break their jaws for looking away rather than forcing their head into the pillows. But it’d hardly be the first time they accepted one another’s lie for their own sake, twisting and working with it just enough to iron out the kinks in their reasoning. Safely tossed away immediately after, to be brought up only when their bickering turns to arguments and a way to shake the other’s foundation. Her success is marked by another huff and the deep dip of the bed as he rolls to adjust his position, ungraciously kicking her in the turn. His smirk is too wide and the late ‘move’ too amused for it not to be purposeful. But her annoyance is short-lived, much shorter than she’d like but— anger is a difficult thing to hold onto as he gets comfortable, the air stolen from her lungs with the picture. [describe adam here. Be horny with it] Those thick legs frame her now as she settles between them, trailing a hand along his inner thigh and almost regretting having him on his hands and knees in the first place. Almost. If she didn’t suggest it for his sake; comfort was rarely a luxury offered in either of his lives, because what does an 8ft war machine need of goose-feather pillows and a gentle hand? Nothing, if he were to be asked, but he was extending a deeper trust than she expected, and so it was the least she could offer in return.