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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 25

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~ 3k | ao3 link in title

A/N: this one might hurt. It's also the second to last chapter (which hurts me). You have been warned.

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“[W]e cease to be soldiers in the army of the upright; we become deserters. They march to battle. We float with the sticks on the stream; helter-skelter with the dead leaves on the lawn, irresponsible and disinterested and able, perhaps for the first time for years, to look round, to look up—to look, for example, at the sky.” - Virginia Woolf

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The back of the young boy’s head looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t be quite sure. What you were sure of, however, was that you recognized the girl at his side - and that she was not supposed to be here.

What the hell was Wednesday doing back at Nevermore with Tyler? Hadn’t her train left? And, if Wednesday was here, where the fuck was Larissa? All you knew was that, if Wednesday was involved, there was something fishy going on.

You reached into your pocket for your phone with a shaky hand, clicking Larissa’s contact and holding the phone to your ear - it rang and rang and rang before finally going to voicemail, and you ended the call with a huff. You considered trying again, and again - instead, you scrolled through your contacts, before finding the one person at Nevermore you thought might be able to help you.

Enid Sinclair.

“Hello?” Enid sounded confused when she picked up, like she wasn’t expecting to hear from you. Which was, in all honesty, fair - it’s not like you’d been in contact at all since that day you’d exchanged phone numbers.

“Have you heard from Wednesday since she left for her train?” You tried not to sound panicked as you turned away from the window and headed for the door of Larissa’s office, intent on following Wednesday and figuring out what was going on.

“No, she doesn’t have a phone. Why?”

“What do you mean she doesn’t have a phone?” you asked, briefly taken aback. Of all the times for Wednesday not to fit into the conventions of society… “Nevermind. Larissa - sorry, Principal Weems - isn’t back yet and I can’t reach her. I thought maybe you’d heard something from Wednesday? Her train should’ve left ages ago, but I just saw her heading for the conservatory with Tyler.”

You were met with silence, then more confusion evident in Enid’s tone. “What about Principal Weems?”

“That’s the thing - I don’t know, she wasn’t with them. She’s not answering her phone either. I just… have a really bad feeling. Can you maybe meet me outside of Larissa’s office?”

Enid agreed and, to your delight, she was fast. Within minutes, the two of you were on your way, navigating the dark halls of Nevermore and slipping out a side door, crossing the same path you saw Wednesday go down just a few minutes earlier.

The conservatory came into view, looming, like most of Nevermore, ominously in the distance. The closer you and Enid got, the slower your footsteps became, and you realized that the door was ajar, voices floating out of the glass building. You stopped in your tracks and flung out your arm, stopping Enid before she could step into the light seeping out onto the lawn.

“Wait,” you whispered, glancing around for somewhere to hide. Darkness had fallen quickly, and you pushed Enid behind a tree near the door as the voices inside of the conservatory grew louder - the young girl’s face twisted in confusion as she crouched down next to you, and she started to pull anxiously at the sleeves of her sweater. 

You felt like you were going to throw up, a chill going through you that had nothing to do with the cold autumn breeze. There was a bang, and then footsteps, and then a short figure with auburn hair and red boots, whom you recognized as Ms. Thornhill, rushed out of the conservatory dragging an unconscious Wednesday behind her.

Enid gasped and you froze in place, your heart nearly stopping as you waited with baited breath to be discovered - Ms. Thornhill, however, seemed to be otherwise preoccupied, for she didn’t seem to hear Enid at all, instead heading straight for the woods. Tyler was nowhere in sight.

The second Marilyn disappeared into the darkness of the forest, you rushed into the conservatory, with Enid hot on your heels. Something felt terribly off about this whole situation - you hoped it had nothing to do with Larissa, but each step brought about new anxieties and heightened your sense of dread. You needed answers, and you were going to get them.

Not that you had to look far - it suddenly became clear to you why Larissa wasn’t able to answer her phone. She was lying on her back at the center of the room, convulsing and gasping for air - a sight that nothing could have prepared you for, a sight that you couldn’t have imagined in your worst nightmares.

“Larissa?” You fell to your knees, barely noticing the stabbing pain going through your kneecaps as they hit the hard, cold stone. A fresh wave of nausea hit you as you took in Larissa’s face - white as a ghost, not a sliver of blue visible around dilated pupils, white, foamy saliva spilling forth from her parted lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed under your breath as you struggled to yank off your jacket, the sleeves getting caught on your arm in your haste. Managing to get it off, you balled it up and gently lifted Larissa’s head with a shaking hand, pushing your jacket underneath it. 

“Shh… it’s okay, Riss…” you whispered hoarsely, tears springing to your eyes and blurring your vision as you eased her onto her side with a bit of effort, praying you weren’t too late as you tried to make sure she wouldn’t choke on her own saliva. You blinked rapidly to fight away the tears as you fumbled with the clasp of her necklace to make it easier for Larissa to breathe, shoving the probably super expensive piece of jewelry unceremoniously into your back pocket.

As your fingers brushed against her neck, you saw a tiny bead of blood. It made you furrow your brow in confusion, and then the sound of Enid shuffling forward reminded you that you weren’t alone. 

“Hey, look,” she said hoarsely, kicking an empty syringe across the floor - your stomach turned.

“Enid… do you know what could’ve been in that? Do you know why Larissa could be foaming at the mouth?”

“I… I don’t know, Wednesday was always better at botany than I was…” Enid mumbled as she looked around the room with a panicked expression, her gaze drifting over to the workbench. “M-maybe nightshade? We’ve been studying poisonous plants this semester…”

One hand reached into the other pocket of your jeans and pulled out your phone, dialing 911 as your other hand found Larissa’s wrist, your fingers digging into it to feel her pulse. It thumped rapidly against your fingertips, and your mouth went dry as you tried not to panic. 

“Is… is Principal Weems going to be okay?” Enid asked timidly, and the question made fresh tears spring to your eyes as the 911 dispatcher answered the phone.

You quickly gave them the information they needed, then looked up at Enid and tried to keep your voice steady. “I’ve g-got her… Go find Wednesday. Please just be careful…” 

Enid nodded, hesitating for only a moment before rushing back out of the conservatory in the direction of the woods.

It took half an eternity for an ambulance to get to you - at least, that’s what it felt like, as you switched between checking Larissa’s airways and pulse (thankfully clear and thankfully still thumping, albeit very weakly, especially when compared to the pounding of your own pulse) and brushing your fingers through her hair, tugging out each bobby pin that your fingers bumped into. You weren’t sure how conscious Larissa was of what was happening around her, but you cooed at her through your tears anyway, trying to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright.

Everything was a whirlwind after that - you rode with Larissa in the ambulance to the hospital, then lost sight of her as they wheeled her in and forced you to sit in the waiting room. Nurses asked you lots of questions - do you know what happened, what she’d been poisoned with, how long it had been. You tried to answer to the best of your ability.

Sometime later, a few Nevermore students were brought in with ‘minor’ injuries, among them Enid and Wednesday. Enid made a beeline for you, with Wednesday trailing along behind her.

“How’s Principal Weems? Is she okay?”

You opened your mouth to speak but your throat closed up, you couldn’t get a word out. You shrugged, feeling tears spill over and race down your cheeks, and Enid pulled you into a hug so tight that it knocked any remaining air out of your lungs. You made eye contact with Wednesday who looked, for the first time since you’d known her, remorseful.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” It was a nurse’s voice, and you wiggled your way out of Enid’s arms to turn towards her. She beckoned you over and led you down the long corridor to Larissa’s hospital room, speaking gently to you before she allowed you to see Larissa.

Apparently, they’d started medication and run some tests.

Apparently, the dose of nightshade she’d been poisoned with had been life-threatening. 

Apparently, Larissa was in a coma - they assured you they’d do everything in their power to help her. 

All you could do now was wait.

The second the nurse opened the door to Larissa’s room, you ran to her side. There were all sorts of tubes hooked up to her, and you were careful not to jostle her as you leant over her bedside, reaching out to graze the backs of your knuckles across her pale cheek.

“Can she hear me?” you asked, turning to look at the nurse who stood in the doorway. She shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. It differs between patients.”

You swallowed thickly, turning your attention back to Larissa. “I’m here,” you whispered, hoarsely, pressing your lips gently to her cheek. “I’m right here.”

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The passage of time became massively distorted over the next few days. Minutes blurred into hours blurred into days, and yet every second of waiting was a second too long, like wading through molasses. The nurses would shoo you away whenever they needed to run tests or administer IVs, but you were back at Larissa’s bedside as soon as they were finished, your legs curled up on your chair, your head resting on the bed beside her and your fingertips soothing up and down her arm. 

Cassandra came by to bring you a change of clothes and some books, which you read aloud to Larissa - though you thought it might be more for your own benefit, to keep yourself distracted, than for Larissa’s. You texted your parents and told them what had happened (well, some of what had happened), and your mom asked if she should come visit, or if you’d like to come home for the rest of the semester - you said no, you didn’t really want the company at the moment. All you wanted was for Larissa to wake up, and you didn’t want to risk missing that moment, no matter how small the chance might be.

Strangely, the only company you really did enjoy in those days was Wednesday’s. She came to visit the hospital twice, once with Enid in tow, once without - both times, you sat in amicable silence at Larissa’s bedside. There was no pressure to voice your grief, no need to relive that night again - you’d both seen what had happened, you both just wanted to forget. 

“If Eugene made it out, Weems will too,” Wednesday murmured on her way out of Larissa’s room after that second visit. 

You swallowed thickly and nodded, giving Larissa a once-over. Larissa, who was hooked up to tubes and IVs, devoid of any makeup, pale and lifeless, with a steady background noise of beeping monitors keeping her alive. Larissa, who was missing her student’s exams. Larissa, whose room was overflowing with get well soon cards and bouquets of flowers that were slowly wilting as more days passed without her waking. Larissa, who’d been so hopeful that everything at Nevermore would settle down soon. Larissa, who’d been looking forward to taking you on a dinner date. 

Larissa, who didn’t deserve any of this.

Even late at night, Larissa’s room was aglow with little screens monitoring her vitals, with light flooding in from the hallway through the crack underneath the door. Voices floated into the room through the crack as well, the voices of nurses speaking in hushed tones that bounced off the linoleum as clearly as if they were standing right next to you.

“She’s not getting any better, she’ll be on a ventilator before long.” 

“It’s a wonder she’s not yet, she shouldn’t have survived that.” 

“Someone should prepare that poor girl for the worst…”

A single tear slid down your cheek as you contorted your body on the chair beside Larissa’s bed, nuzzling your face against her arm and loosely holding onto her fingers.

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When you weren’t reading to Larissa, you were doing homework, begrudgingly trying not to fall behind in your classes. Robin’s schedule was nearly identical to yours, and she’d been filling you in on everything you’d missed. 

It had been just over a week, and you were sketching a still-life at Larissa’s bedside, narrating each and every stroke of your pencil for your girlfriend. You’d been out to buy some new flowers to replace the old ones, and there was a half empty cup of coffee on the little wheeled cart beside Larissa’s bedside that you’d abandoned when it had gone cold.

“You know,” you hummed, more so an afterthought than anything else as you started doing some shading. “I was thinking we could go somewhere warm when you get out of here. We could trade Vermont for the beach for a bit? My great aunt used to spend Christmas in Florida. I used to think it was a shame to give up the snow, but this year I think I’d like that. You know, it’s pretty unfair that I haven’t seen you in a bathing suit yet. I bet you’re a one-piece kind of woman, right? Red would suit you, I think…”

A movement against your arm shocked you into silence, your heart skipping a beat and then beginning to hammer against your chest like a hummingbird as your pencil clattered to the floor and rolled underneath Larissa’s hospital bed. Larissa’s fingertips brushed against your arm, her hand wrapping around your wrist and giving it a weak squeeze and, for the first time in over a week, bright blue eyes fluttered open.

“Larissa,” you gasped, tears of unbridled joy springing to your eyes as you cupped her cheek. She blinked at you, a thin film of tears covering her own eyes. She squeezed your wrist a bit tighter and you gently pulled it from her grasp, interlacing your fingers with hers as relief flooded your body, your free hand reaching for the call button to alert the nurses.

You gave Larissa’s hand a light squeeze, the thumb of your other hand softly stroking her cheekbone. “Fuck, I missed you so much…” A nurse rushed into the room and immediately started fussing about but you were oblivious to everything around you and, apparently, so was Larissa, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched you intently, as if trying to convey a thousand things that she couldn’t say in words.

~~~

The first few days after Larissa woke were difficult in a very different way to the days where you weren’t sure if she would even wake up at all. The doctors insisted they keep her in the hospital and run some more tests, seemingly all in awe at how her body had worked to repair itself.

You were shocked at just how much muscle mass she could lose in a little over a week - you could see how much energy every single movement took for Larissa. It took her a day or two to be able to properly speak again, the pain in her throat fading slowly, and even then her voice sounded weak. But it was a step in the right direction, and as soon as she was able to speak and eat on her own again, the nurses told her she could be discharged soon.

She was still unsteady on her feet, unable to walk very far or stand for long periods, and you were by her side anytime she stood, letting her lean her weight on you as she worked to regain the strength in her legs. 

You FaceTimed Enid from Larissa’s bedside to share the good news with her and Wednesday, much to Larissa’s chagrin as she was severely displeased with how exhausted she looked on camera. Still, when Enid nearly burst into tears and Wednesday almost cracked a smile, Larissa’s lips curled up into a tiny, involuntary smile. Your heart swelled.

“You know,” you said as you hung up and slid your phone back into your pocket. “This whole time you’ve been worried about me, it was you we should’ve been worried about.”

Larissa started to laugh, a deep, belly laugh - the sound came out slightly garbled and she immediately winced in pain. You reached out to caress her cheek, smiling softly. “Take it easy,” you whispered. 

“I am,” Larissa croaked out, her voice hoarse. Her eyes sparkled with joy, though, with life, and you leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

~~~

Each night, you slept more and more soundly, knowing that Larissa was well on her way to recovery. Larissa seemed to be sleeping well, too, and she was looking a lot better. Sometime late in the morning, just a day before Larissa was meant to be discharged, a nurse poked her head into the room, interrupting you as you read aloud to Larissa. “Ms. Weems? You have a visitor.”

Larissa nodded and you closed the book, setting it aside. There was some shuffling behind you, and a melodic voice sounded from the doorway.

“Oh, my dear Larissa!”

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[rippersz]

𝖸𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖨 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈.

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(DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) (TW: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, slight glorification of both; gore, toxic love, fluffy love, nightmares, etc.) (Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader)

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"Where could I rest but in your hurricane?" ~ Erica Jong

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There’s hot breath at your heels. And a pounding in your head. And your feet are sore and your neck is aching and everything kind of hurts. Like you’ve been dragged across rocky lands by your ankles, only just given the chance to run once cut loose from rope binds.

Blindly, you turn corners.

Where are you?

One right, one left.

What’s happened?

One left, one right.

How do you get out?

Two lefts.

Is this a maze?

Two rights.

Is there an end?

No.

Just more darkness.

Something smacks the grass behind you, trampling it beneath heavy feet. Heavy… paws? You can’t tell. You don’t want to look back. The only way through is forward and forward is leading you to Hell. But there is no other choice.

You keep going.

Cool sweat paints your back, your temples, your upper lip and your thighs. Making you shiver through the hazy mist. Blood rushing and lungs burning. You can never get far enough. Never go fast enough. It gains whatever ground you trek and its warm breath laps like waves at your ankles.

“Come,” it’s telling you. “Give in to me.”

“You know you want to.”

“You know this is who you are.”

There’s light at the end. There. In the distance. One smooth run away. Only a few steps. You can do it. You can make it. Or you can run the other way, into the darkness. Or you can stop and let yourself be eaten. Consumed. It depends. What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?

The light.

It’s a saving grace.

The good ending.

Your mind hurts and your bones feel stiff but still you must go. Still you must try.

One foot in front of the other. Go. Go go go. Time is running out. The light gets closer. Closer. The beast chuckles somewhere behind you. A warm sound that slips through red teeth and pale skin.

“You’re precious to me,” it coos, watching your body push itself to ash. “Can’t you see that?”

No.

No you don’t want to.

This isn’t worth it.

Nothing is worth it.

There-

The light.

Close.

Close.

Closer.

Go.

Go.

There-

No.

No.

No.

…

…

…

..what?

…it’s… no. It’s just a lamp.

You stop, vision blurring, knees trembling. Staring as if your gaze could change reality. Just a lamp.

It’s just a lamp. Resting on a long branch. With a fake candle in the middle.

What?

What is this?

Why is this-

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

No.

Yes.

No, please-

Yes, right here-

“Look. Give in.”

Your feet shift without warning. Your body is pulled- you steer it- toward the beast. And you cannot stop it. You cannot do anything.

But you don’t want to.

Do you?

You move of your own accord.

You let it take you.

You see, in the dark, its bulky form.

You find comfort in what it can offer you. You find bliss in its soft fur and its glowing eyes. So many eyes. It is beautiful. It smiles wide.

“This is it, dearheart.”

Its voice is low and smooth and human.

You swallow.

“I love you.”

Which one of you said it?

Why did you say it first?

A tear slips down the side of your cheek, and you are smiling.

This is home.

Its glowing eyes are brighter than the sun. This is your good ending, you see.

This is it.

“I love you, too.”

You take a step forward.

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There is a deep harsh ringing in your ears when your heart jumps to your throat. You try to grasp it, the panic, before it escapes - but it’s too late. You’re too slow. And your eyes are wide, aching, when they meet the dark wall opposite the bed. There’s sweat painting your back and neck, dampening the hairs at your nape, and your hands are clenched around the bedsheets. They’re sore. Tense. You’re wound up like a spring but there’s nowhere to bounce off to.

It wasn’t real, of course. It wasn’t real. It didn’t even feel real. And yet you were still scared.

Are scared.

Hyper aware of the way your body thrums, thumping from the adrenaline of a chase you never experienced. You quake in your meager bed. Thoughts swirl in a near deafening tornado. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know what to think. The silence is potent. Thick with its desire to have you killed. Maimed and left for dead.

You’re not ready to die. You’re not ready to leave just yet. The heaving gulps of air you take are so soothing, so comforting, you can’t die- you won’t die.

What if there’s something behind the door?

There isn’t. Don’t be stupid.

Skulking about. Waiting for you. Long fingers twitching and white eyes blazing and smile so wide it stretches the skin into its hairline. Smelling of rot and disgust. What if it is there. What if the beast, with its heavy paws and changing voice, lurks along with it. Two beasts. More monsters. A cacophony of horror waiting for you to leave.

There’s nothing there. Stop it.

But your eyes shift anyway, glancing, and suddenly the walls have peep holes and the bathroom is hiding something in the dark. Deep chuckles and hungry tongues and desperation to mutilate you. Watching you. Eager for your blood. For your bones and your flesh. You shiver, darting wide eyes around in the emptiness - as though looking at the monsters, facing them, could possibly save you. But they can’t. Nothing can. There, in the corner, is a stranger. A tall figure, too tall for the room, with a head that’s upside down and eyes too wide for its slim face. It smiles. Still and prone in the dark. It is watching. It is waiting.

You can’t do this.

You can’t do this again.

Are you hallucinating?

It doesn’t matter.

There’s a slight glow beneath the door, caused by the flicker of hallway candlelight, and you’re scrambling out of bed before you can think. Before you can even stop yourself and pause and maybe turn on a light and come to the realization that you’re overreacting. It’s too cold, it’s too dark. Your hand slips on the doorknob, your bare feet fall sensitive on the chilled floor, your legs shake as you tear out of your bedroom. You don’t even know where you’re going. What can protect you? What place can hide you? The beast lurks around each corner. The tall figure follows behind. You can hear its footsteps. Are they yours?

Where are you going?

Who are you looking for?

What does safety mean when you are not home?

Your heart stutters as the pad of your foot hits the ground too hard and your leg goes buckling beneath you. No. Now is not where you fall. Now is not where you die. The figure gains, and you catch yourself against concrete brick with a loud ‘slap!’, and the sound spurs you again.

Running.

Like the dream.

Running where?

Is this the maze? Were they the same thing? No. No, couldn’t have been. There is no branch here with a fake lamp. There is no false candle flicker. There is only darkness and only silence and the embarrassing pitter-patter of your quick feet that make you cringe. You are being too loud. They will always know where you are. They will always find you.

What place is safe?

Where does protection exist in the dark?

There is no one to save you. No arms to run into. You run for so long, hearing the thumps of your own heart and mistaking them as chasing creatures, that the sweat on your back renews. It drops to the curve of your spine. You feel sick with your fear, with the way it suffocates you slowly. Draws you to the dark.

You can’t keep going. You can’t feel your legs. You don’t know where you are. You don’t-

Principal’s Quarters.

Oh.

No.

No, there’s-

No.

Are you serious? Is this it? Is this your lamp? Is this your plastic flame? Your end and your beginning? Is this where you will always return? The orbit you were born into? The infinity you occupy? The ouroboros you are caught in, eating your own tail, returning to your end? Your death? Your liberation?

The monsters lurk. They are behind you. You can’t turn - you won’t.

It is smiling, it is huffing, it is there, and you are in front of a twisted salvation that will embrace you with clean arms and red lips and blue eyes. Not white. Not a grin too large. Just right. Perfection. On the outside. On the inside, something a little rotted. But you don’t mind. This is your only choice, as you cannot turn around. As you won’t.

“Larissa?” Your voice is soft, weak, in the silence. There is no answer. There is no savior.

Your knuckles begin to pain as you knock on the door, hitting the wood so hard you can feel the pangs of hurt run through your tendons. Right down to your wrist. You knock once. Twice. You knock a third time and then you knock again, until it flows into one steady stream of sound that only draws the creatures nearer and as you knock, you fear that if she doesn’t open up soon, you will not be alive when she gets back. You will not be breathing. You will not be there to hold and pick up. There will be no more infinity and no more liberation. No more shared secrets and sobbed apologies and no more memories of how you untangled yourselves from the closet floor and sat in her living room at a complete loss for words. No more tension. No more quiet understanding. No more glancing at each other and no more weeks of avoidance. No more yearning. Strange yearning. Out of place yearning. No more thinking about apologies and warm hands and the way she held you together. No more contemplating the lack of fear- the nonexistence of it- because when you looked down, there was no blood beneath her fingernails. No blood on her teeth. No carnage in her form. Because you were safe and she would not hurt you and you were special and she would not eat you and you’re not sure if she loves you but that doesn’t matter right now because dear god Larissa just please- please- open the door-!

And so it opens. And the gods have answered.

“What on E-”

Your fist lands blindly on the soft skin of an exposed collarbone and before you can stop yourself, grasp onto a nearby wall or gain some sense, you are falling. Shifting into the depths, the churning tides of the room beyond, and letting out a small squeak as you go. For a long moment, everything is one quick whirl of dim light, dark shadow, and fear. It jumps to your tongue, climbs to your mouth and your hands, and you are clawing at the person that has opened the door. Behind you, as your head knocks to the side and a glimpse of the hallway grows clear, you swear you see movement. Creatures fleeing. Running away, back into the night, because they have come across something unknown. Tails between their legs and ears pressed back. Eyes wide with terror. They have run into the heart of a bigger beast. A smarter beast. A beast that watches with a gaze of cut cerulean and a tongue sharper than a knife’s edge. A beast so intelligent and cunning, it is capable of fooling the world. Tricking the tricksters. One big painting of iron-clad facades and not a single sniffing nose looking for her. A beast that opens her arms to you, and draws you in, and will not hurt you even if you beg.

A beast whose arms, cool and familiar, go running around your waist, eager to keep you from smashing your teeth out onto the hard floor. Her hold is strong and desperate, weakened from sleep, but good enough to clutch and pull you closer. Into safety. Large hands immediately press at your back, flung wide from surprise; and warm breath is pushed out in a rush from modest lungs. You cling to this post of life, to this beam of gold, to this beast, as your feet scramble over the threshold and the door slams! itself back into place behind you.

Safety at last.

From one darkness into another.

But this darkness has no interest in hunting you. She is only surprised that you have shown up at all.

“Y/n? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” Her hands fly to your waist, going to push you back to get a better look at you, but the fear still runs thick and you need a moment to think - so you push yourself closer and nearly topple the poor woman off balance.

“Sorry,” you mumble into her shoulder, finding immediate comfort in the smell of everything Larissa. It should be off-putting to push your face against her, to fall in love with the softness of her hastily thrown on robe, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. She is here and you are safe and as long as she is here, you will always be safe. Somehow. Someway.

“It’s okay,” comes her soft whisper. “It’s okay.”

Her gentleness is unexpected. Wasn’t it only about three weeks ago when you were running all over Nevermore, scared out of your mind? Frightened that she’d eat you alive–even though she said she wouldn’t? Full of begrudging trust and weepy eyes as you fell apart on the carpet of her walk-in closet? Was a bit of space, a bit of time, all you needed in order to come running back like the love-sick fool you are?

Or was it always meant to be like this? Running back to Larissa, who would probably always wipe the blood off of her lips and out of her mouth before trying to kiss you. Never wanting you to witness her horrors, no matter how self-indulgent. You think for just a moment, as you stand there melting into her body and shivering as her fingers go tangling into your hair, that you may be able to live the lie. Nothing is wrong. When you’re with her, there are no nightmares. When you’re with her, you’re safe. She will brush her teeth and then you will kiss her senseless. She will wash her hands and then she will touch your skin, reverent and desperate. She will wash the red from her hair and then she will let you brush it.

A modern romance. No horror. You can live it, you think. If only you tried.

“Are you alright?” She eventually whispers, heart beating steadily beneath your cheek and ear. Clearly, she’s worried. Trying to keep the tremor out of her voice but still swimming in relief because you’ve come to her. Out of all the people to go to and you came to her. You know she feels a new sense of hope, because you do too. Three weeks without confronting the depth of everything only led to sadness. Sadness and emptiness and desire. A deep clawing desire that begged you every day to show up in front of her and demand her attention. Knock on her office door, the door to her quarters, the door to her teacher’s room, anywhere everywhere, just for a moment of her time. Just to look into her eyes and know that you were okay. You wanted to be okay so bad. But you never gave in. You never went searching. You would’ve soon rather chained your feet to your desk than run out of your room and go to her.

Though now here you are, with your body working against you. Betrayal spelled in bold letters. Leading you back to the beast you want.

“No.” You’re safe, yes, but you’re not alright. You’re frazzled and tired and sleep has been an elusive creature and all you want is rest. So much rest you grow fat and lazy with it. Rest so good and long that it comes spilling out of your ears. Rest that hasn’t lied beside you in days because sleeping alone has proven so difficult. So bloody difficult in a way it hasn’t been in so long. And you don’t know what to do anymore. Running from imaginary creatures, nightmares that followed you in your mind, was the last straw. You’re exhausted. A sigh shakes your body, making your shoulders rise and fall with its strength.

Large palms find their way there, onto your biceps, and gently squeeze.

“What do you need?” Larissa’s voice is so kind, so open and sweet, you want to cry. “Tell me and I’ll do what I can.”

You don’t know. You really don’t know. All you can understand, accept, is the comfort of her strong arms. The power of her supple body. The protection she is giving you without wanting anything in return. So selfless a person, but so horrific a soul. You don’t know what you want from her aside from this eternity. This slice of heaven held near to her heart.

“I don’t know,” you shake your head, rubbing your forehead against the silk of her nightie. Your own has stopped sticking to your back, falling limp against the sweat that has cooled.

“A cup of tea, maybe?”

No. Not enough. You shake your head again.

“Okay,” she hums, “I may have some melatonin somewhere-”

“No,” you whisper. “It doesn’t- it won’t help.”

“Oh,” her shoulders jump as she gets an idea. “What about a bath? It might help.”

No. No no no. You’re much too tired to bathe. You’ll deal with that in the morning, even if you do feel a little gross. You’re recovering from a fear-induced marathon, your hair is greasy, and you’re probably a little smelly, but Larissa doesn’t care. She only holds you closer as you shake your head again and your chest goes slumping. You don’t want to bathe. You don’t want to do anything. You don’t even want to leave her side. The feeling of her breath, the rise and fall of her bust, is soothing enough to lull you to sleep. To a land of comforting dreams and maybe even a bit of blissful silence. Darkness. Not a thing to remember and thus, not a thing to dwell on. That’s what your body cries for. Larissa’s presence. The knowledge that she is safe, no matter what she has done.

“I-” your heart goes pounding away in your ears again, kick-started by anxiety. “I- can’t.” Why can’t you?

“Can’t do what, Y/n?” She manages then to pry you away from her, and holds you steady while she takes a small step back. Just so she can look into your eyes, lit up in the glare of the moon that shines through the living room’s tall gothic windows. It’s not too much light, but it’s enough. Enough for her to catch the desperation in your gaze and the way your cheeks go pink when you can view her properly. Finally revealed in the dim rays, her hair acts as a halo. Tied up in a loose bun, with flyaways going everywhere; face pale and free of makeup. Pink lips. Blonde lashes. Eyebrows so fair-haired you can barely see them, but still they are there. Delicate. So delicate and so lovely. You can’t imagine splashes of scarlet across her chin and chest. You can’t imagine the glint of murder in those cerulean eyes as she leans over a corpse. Gentle hands clenched so tight around a throat. Perfect teeth bared in a deep animalistic ferocity. You can’t picture it. You don’t want to.

But you want to fall asleep next to her? Good lord girl, get it together.

Get it together.

Why?

Why should you?

Why get it together, why even try, when you’re the exception?

“I don’t- I don’t want to- bath. Or drink tea.” You huff, finding it difficult to be honest under her intense blue eyes. Her lips instantly tug into a frown, reflecting her disappointment, but that’s the last thing you want. The straw that could probably break your back, so you’re quick to reassure. “I just- but I just-”

A hand finds your clenched fist. It caresses the hills of your knuckles. You glance at it, at the pale slender fingers, and you wonder (not for the first time) how such pretty palms- nails- glorious soft fingertips- could ever be capable of violence. Rough red violence that kills and maims and uses silver tines to tear apart cooked flesh. Steamed, grilled, poached to perfection by her own vein-deep desires. How can a willowy, strong, kind woman like Larissa ever want to kill? How can she feel even the smallest sparks of such vicious anger?

Unless it’s not done out of anger.

Unless it’s done out of pleasure.

An evil pleasure. Twisted with the kind of joy that comes from seeing another suffer. A slight inkling that perhaps the pain is deserved. Perhaps all humans need a little bit of it, a bit of searing- stabbing- hunting- in order to be humbled. Is that what she thinks? Is that what she feels? When she stands over them, when she looks at her shifting forearms and notices that the red stays red no matter what shape she takes - does she think about it then? Does she revel in it? Does she look just as beautiful? Do those doll lips pull up into a serene smile as she contemplates the richness of her impending dinner? Does she close her brilliant blue eyes when she hears the bones snap? Does she caress the cold face of a corpse and mourn their warmth before shoving their cheek into the shallows of dirty water and rushing off into the wood? Does she name them? Or does she know their names already? Does she have a system? Or is she spontaneous?

If you weren’t the exception, would you already be dead?

“Y/n-”

It doesn’t matter, you’ve decided. It doesn’t matter because you are the exception. And there is no point wasting precious thoughts on something as silly as your death. She will never hurt you. For some reason, she cares too much. And you are beyond exhausted, beyond drained, to trudge back to your own room and wait for the sun to rise before finally falling back asleep. The dark, recently, has become too haunting. And Larissa is so bright…

“I just wanna sleep,” you finally tell her, still entranced by the way her large hand covers your own. “I just want- rest. I’m so tired.” She can hear it in your voice, in the way your tone can’t reach higher than a hush. And your eyes, which flit to the broad line of her shoulders and the curved bit of her jaw. They’re shadowed and droopy and you’re too tired to explain any further.

Maybe, at a different time, perhaps in the morning, you will be able to tell her that not speaking for three weeks had nearly driven you completely mad. Focus did not exist for you while you taught. While you sat. While you lied awake in bed in the mornings and forced yourself to get up. She would walk the halls and you would pass her by and you’d glance and your eyes would meet and nothing would come of it. Beautiful woman, beautiful soul that she is, with her red hands and her secrets. Walking at a brisk pace to avoid being stopped by you, but you weren’t planning on asking her to talk. What sort of talking was there to do? Larissa wouldn’t stop and you wouldn’t ask her to. Some people are simply made to be outsiders. She runs a school of them, and still she is the most far removed. Perfectly sane and yet… and yet. The game was a different story. Adrenaline was high and she was in her element and you were a fool for ever agreeing to it but if you hadn’t…

“Alright,” comes the sweetest whisper, “I’ll take you back.”

If you hadn’t…

“No. No I don’t want that either. I just- I can’t-” you look up at her and plead with your eyes. You beg. You ask. Please. Please let me stay here with you.

If you hadn’t…

Recognition explodes in her gaze. Stay with her? You? You feel safe enough to do that? To sleep in the bed of a predator? To sink into her arms and yearn for more? Is that what a bit of warmth, a bit of care, can do? “Are you sure?” She is confused. Her perfect brows are furrowed. She thought you were scared. Of her. Of the dark. Of the monsters. Of her.

“Yes. I- yes. I can’t- I don’t want to be alone Larissa.” Her name is a concealed plea from your lips. Whispered and wanting.

If you hadn’t…

She is uncertain, running a soft thumb over your knuckles, but the last thing she wants is for you to go. Call it selfishness, call it disbelief, but she wants you near. Three weeks was too long. She’s missed you so much.

“Alright,” she murmurs, twisting her hands to run up to your shoulders. “Alright.” And she’s gently turning and steering you in front of her, walking you to the bedroom.

…then where would you be?

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Next part may include some kissy kissy lovey lovey... Lemme know if you wanna see it. - Rip x

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[germhammy]

“You can’t Hyde pt 2”

The Foundation: -laughing- This? This wimpy kid is who all of you are so afraid of?

Françoise: how dare you call my son a wimpy kid

Laurel: -holding Joseph Crackstone’s staff- if you know what’s best for you Mr Foundation you will stand down and step aside. Wednesday. Show yourself. And that bee boy too. We have a bone to pick with him

Wednesday stepped out into the street with Enid and Bianca flanking her

Wednesday: Eugene is back at the dorms with my brother. But Bianca is here, Laurel. She was a great help in destroying your undead ancestor

Wednesday/Goody: turned to dust. As will you and your Hyde and shapeshifter

Laurel laughed

Bianca: Wait what? And what’s going on with Wednesday?

Enid: Donovan Galpin isn’t who he appears to be. And Goody is possessing Wednesday or sharing her body I guess?

Bianca: so who’s the shapeshifter?

Wednesday: the two of you really haven’t figured it out? Mother. Father. Please join us.

Gomez and Morticia stepped out behind their daughter.

Wednesday: Laurel. You hate outcasts. How does it feel knowing your beloved brother was madly in love with one? My mother Morticia Addams neé Frump? And you. Donovan Galpin, or should I say Larissa Weems. How does it feel knowing the man you loved chose not you but my mother Morticia?

Donovan Galpin screamed and transitioned from the unimpressive form of the former Jericho sheriff into the tall statuesque Larissa Weems

Enid: Wednesday? You said she was dead? Poisoned by nightshade. And Thornhill? You killed her

Wednesday: Yes. Or so I thought that night. You were stringing me along all semester were you not, Larissa? You knew of Laurel Gates plot to raise Crackstone and destroy Nevermore. You never cared about us, the school or even Jericho. It was all a plot to get back at my mother and take my father away from her

Morticia: very clever Larissa

Gomez: and I must admire your dedication.

Bianca: holy shit. Wednesday? Weems accepted me as a student after I met with the board without hesitation. I had to use my siren power to get past them. But sirens are weak against shapeshifters. I didn’t know Weems was a shapeshifter at the time. What did you want with me?

Larissa: not you. Your mother. Or shall I say Morning Song. But your stepfather was busy sweeping her off her feet that I couldn’t get to her soon enough. By the time she finally showed up she wasn’t powerful enough

Bianca: there was a reason I had to siren myself past the board. Brandy Jane Benson was no more. I am Bianca Barclay. I am not my mother’s daughter. Gideon is not my father. Not do I consider him to be my stepfather

Larissa: it would have been so much less messy if she had come.

Wednesday: you intended to put me under a siren spell? That would have been interesting.

Morticia: Wednesday is immune to a siren’s call.

Bianca: she is?

Wednesday: yes I am. Have you tried to siren me, Bianca?

Bianca: -chuckling- No! I would not dare. You were not worth the trouble when I first met you. And I learned to know better than to even try as I got to know you. Now that I consider you an ally/friend? I respect you too much to do so.

Wednesday: Thank you. Respect is mutual. But yes. I am immune. Now is not the time to relate how my family knows this

Morticia: so you went through all this, Larissa? To get back at me? For ‘stealing’ Gomez from you?

Larissa: Gomez was mine until you slithered into his veins.

[achromatophoric]

https://www.tumblr.com/museaway/746766290005508096?source=share

2,3,4,7,8,9,10,14,16,17,19,22,24,25,26,28

-🤔

[Warning: This is stupid long. Yikes.]

2. Character’s POV being explored:

Oops. My Incorrect Quotes don’t really have a POV. 😅 I think at most, I’ve explicitly removed a character from the end of a couple, to emphasize the joke through only the remaining character’s dialogue.

3. Feelings about current WIP:

I’m not happy with the end, so it might just sit there for a few more days until I figure it out.

4. Unwritten story idea:

I have a very rough outline of an actual fic! Future Wenclair, post college. It’s… super dark. Just a torrid angst spiral from Enid’s POV, where she begins to unwittingly choose her work and social life over her wolf and Wednesday, with terrible consequences.

I put it together last year, before I actually started writing anything. It’s unlikely to see the light of day, because I honestly don’t have the energy, attention span, and sequential periods of uninterrupted free time to try writing anything in long format. 😢 Maybe someday!

7. Preferred writing font:

Something san serif. I’d prefer one with a bit more letter spacing, but I’m stuck with Tumblr’s default font, Favorit-Tumblr.

8. If I had to sequel one:

Probably this old one, about Wednesday and her pet blog. I have ideas about reblogs and blog reproductive cycles.

9. Elapsed time for the last one:

Today’s took maybe 10-15 minutes from start to posting. I needed something short since I wanted to do my daily post before answering this Ask. My notes only read “Hard to swallow” and it basically wrote itself. It took just as long to find the right animated gif as it did to write it out. 😅

10. Longest rest for a draft before completion:

Intentional rest? I guess this one at 5-ish days, where the gang takes turns answering the question: What’s the best thing about dead bodies? I just wasn’t feeling the gang’s banter, so put off fiddling with it until it felt interesting again.

There’s normally scant delay between writing and posting. If I’m lucky, I might have 1 or 2 completed IQs waiting to be posted. I try to post at least 2 per day and I’m terrible at not posting one the moment it’s completed, so… yup. 😒

14. Inspiration source:

Primarily the fandom! I wouldn’t be able to write these if I hadn’t first read so many Wenclair fics that parodying the characters became possible. I really do rely on the community-created tropes and personalities to act as the skeleton upon which meaty puns are anchored.

16. Favorite place to write:

In my home office during work hours, where I can go mostly undisturbed, have a super comfy Steelcase Leap to relax in, music, and a tablet at the ready.

Yes, work hours. I tend to do my job quickly and well, but nothing gets those creative juices going better than having something else you should be doing. 😅

17. Writing and editing process:

Idea? Jot it down. Keep a list. Time to write? Check ideas. Pick one that looks fun. Write it. Nothing interesting? Uh. Do one of the following:

Look through animated gifs of dogs doing derpy things for wolf Enid (tedious AF)

Search idioms based on words that Wednesday can take too literally

Wonder what would piss off Bianca > Yoko > Weems > other character (ordered by favorite)

Think up a bad joke for Enid to tell Wednesday so she gets mortifyingly aroused

Find slang for Wednesday to misinterpret

If all else fails, dive into that gutter humor 😬

Etc?

With an idea in hand, I just start writing it out straight in the Tumblr app. Totally rawwolfing it. When it’s done, I review and check for (and fail to find) errors. Sometimes I’ll run it by my SO, who isn’t a Wenclair fan, but can confirm if a joke makes sense.

After that, I tag and release the thing into the wild, so it may derp free of my fragile little skull.

19. Most interesting fic-related research topic:

The historical material composition of hanging nooses and the strength differences between traditional hemp and modern Manila hemp, which is actually made from a specific Filipino banana tree as opposed to Cannabis plants.

All that for a joke about thread count. 😗

22. Worries about public reaction and how to get past it:

It hasn’t really come up. Honestly, I’m just happy that people read my stuff and can enjoy a laugh. It helps that I haven’t received much criticism, but I’ve also worked for years in a graphic design-related field that forced me to be able to produce (often dumb) fruit even when in an inhospitable environment near barren of sincere appreciation and/or constructive criticism. 😬 Kinda like a creative extremophile.

For advice to get past it? Keep at it. Find your audience(s) if you care to and focus on them. Keep in mind what you enjoy about the hobby and nurture that sucker. Learning how to shrug off negativity takes experience, but when in doubt, take a break! It’s a hobby, and even if it may at times feel otherwise, remember that it does not define you.

24. Recharge method when not creative:

Reading Wenclair fics and listening to audiobooks. I always have a book queued up and jump between fantasy, urban fantasy, lit rpg, cozy fantasy, sci-fi, bio-terrorism thrillers, queer romance, queer horror, and queer coming-of-age. 😅

25. Hobbies other than writing:

Drawing and semi-regular D&D. There’s other stuff I haven’t had time to enjoy lately, like computer games, clay sculpting, mask making, dancing, juggling, fire spinning, etc.

26. Writing around others:

I am always around others outside of work, so I make do. It’s usually fine, unless said others are those who are prone to toddling. Trying to write around one of them is often a lost cause. 😭

28. Least favorite part of the writing process:

For me, it’s transcribing posts from Tumblr to AO3. Particularly posts with a lot of styling, like small text and Chat. Not everything copy/pastes 1-to-1 and some chapters have to be manually edited as html, which is stupendously tedious doing on the phone. And if it has an image? Uuughghghh. 😖

OMG I’m done! I’m free! FREE! FR—

[willowthegrey2]

Larissa Weems Headcannons (Serial Killer Edition)

(Mild Dead Dove Do Not Eat)

TW: Discusses serial killers and methods of killing. Do not romanticise murder or murderers in real life, this is fictional and for creative speculation.

SERIAL KILLER NAME: The Rouge Fatale Killer

Named after her lipstick and the fact that she is the modern version of a ‘femme-fatale’. Can’t be a Hitchcock lady without some murder, am I right?

METHOD OF KILLING: Poison in high heels

She puts poison on the tips of her heels and pierces the skin with them. What can I say? People like being stepped on by her.

She’ll usually use nightshade (I like irony) from the school’s conservatory but when there isn’t any of that, good ol’ arsenic will do.

REASON SHE BECAME A SERIAL KILLER:

There’s not a clear instance for this really in my head. All I can say is that she was overlooked one too many times and cracked.

She put a lot of effort into something and no one noticed. She’s done being second-best.

CALLING CARDS: Drawing a lipstick print on the mirror in red lipstick

She’s been tempted to kiss the mirror but then realised that DNA is – unfortunately for her – a traceable thing.

VICTIMS:

Anyone she considers rude and who treats her with less respect than she believes she deserves. She’s big on a classy evening.

Being a shapeshifter, no one can ever catch Larissa Weems. She changes her appearance per murder, but keeps the basic style of red lips and high heels, normally kitten heels or stilettos. She does this to let off steam whenever the sheriff, mayor, school, or her life is driving her just a bit insane. She drives into the big city once in a while and finds someone at a bar. If they are… discourteous, to say the least, she’ll go back to their place where she kills them. She’s very careful not to leave DNA behind in any way. Everything is cleaned before and after.

[grvstnaya-svka]

Wenclair headcanons

Wednesday and Enid sitting next to each other at Nevermore Graduation holding hands nearly the entire time. (Weems is alive and healthy and so very proud of all her students)

Esther Sinclair still upset but this time bc her daughter Must find a mate that isn’t Wednesday Addams and really oughta get to making her some grand-pups

Wednesday shoving it in Esther’s face as much as she can that she’s not only making her daughter happy but validates her . And keeps kissing Enid on the cheek just to spite Esther. We all know she LIVES to piss that woman off.

Wednesday getting down on knee to ask Enid to move in with her in the Addams family home. She already asked Morticia and Gomez and they are both thrilled to have her live with them.

Enid is ecstatic. (“Omg we are going to have so much fun!”)

Their first night back in New Jersey they have a massive family dinner and family game night. Uncle Fester likes to play fun little pranks on Enid but she catches on and spooks him as payback. They keep making each other laugh and Wednesday has never been so in love.

Wednesday and Enids first time happens after crashing a funeral. (Enid has noticed that Wednesday and her mother often casually flip through the obituaries during breakfast…) The whole family packed their bags like it was fuckin Beach Day and all went out to sit in the background of some rando’s burial service, but even Enid had to admit she had a lovely time. *

At one point during Wednesday and enids late night festivities, Enid gets excited and her claws come out and she apologizes but Wednesday looks her dead in the eyes and says “don’t you dare retract those! Keep them out. The whole time.” (They also wear their snoods, seeing as it is a special occasion).*

Thing and Enid are as thick as thieves. Weekly mani/pedis, pranking the rest of the family, etc. just causing trouble. Y’know ✨Besties ✨

Enid making sure pugsley is ok after each one of Wednesdays torture sessions.

On Enid’s birthday they have a big party (amongst the family) and Wednesday buys her a special collar and a dress. She also digs up her favorite great aunt Calpurnia’s ring to give to Enid.

She and Enid waltz the night away. Wednesday had taught her the previous year when she came to visit and they shared their first kiss. Gomez and Morticia are waltzing along side them. Until Uncle fester joins the fun and does the mamushka dance with Gomez. Enid is both entertained and stressed the whole dance.

After they finish dancing, they all give Enid her gifts. Wednesday proposes to Enid, who joyfully says yes. Wiping enids tears away, Wednesday dips Enid just like her father does with Morticia, and they share a long kiss as the family cheers.

[larissaschristies]

Larissa Weems isn’t dead because we need to see her in glasses in season 2 ✨

[kingluffy5]

Playing Detectives Pt 5 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

When Wednesday went to the school dance with Tyler, Y/N realized how he truly felt about his partner, meanwhile he and Eugene staked out the cave and caught someone burning and evidence there was something inside, and Eugene got attacked by the monster.

I had been spending the last couple of nights hanging around Eugene’s hospital bed, he’s going to make it, but he’s still really badly hurt. I usually stay until the nurses kick me out, I’m on a first name basis with most of the hospital staff at this point. Me and Wends talked for a little bit, she offered me her deepest sympathies over Eugene since we are roommates which is her way of hugging me and telling me everything will be all right.

However this weekend I wouldn’t be able to hang out in Eugene’s room because I have to deal with another one of this school’s annoying functions, Parent’s Weekend, don’t get me wrong I love my family, it’s just that some of them are a bit on the weirder side, plus my cousin Gojo will just flirt with all the girls and my cousin Oliver will just flirt with all the guys.

The run down on the family tree is that there is my grandfather Tim Barron, he had my dad Oscar, my uncle Austin, my uncle Eddie, my uncle Francis, my uncle Richard, my uncle Joseph, my aunt Jane, and my uncle Toji. Tim’s brother is Issac Barron. My dad married my mom Maxine, they had my oldest brother Arthur, the dead one, my oldest sister Ruby, my sister Elizabeth, then there’s my brothers Jason and Jack and my sister Amelia. My uncle Francis had my cousins Skyler, Oliver and Gwen. Then my uncle Toji had my cousins Maki and Gojo.

Other than my parents none of my uncles or my aunt really had successful marriages but aunt Jane is dating someone she thinks is nice right now.

Now even though it is called Parent’s Weekend all of them are coming. So this weekend I have to deal with the stress of my entire family being in one school, Eugene’s injuries, my emerging feelings for Wednesday, her family being in the same school, and solving a murder investigation that also involves our destiny to determine the fate of the school involving a clash with a murderous four hundred year old pilgrim. There is also something I’ve been wondering about, the night Rowan died when Wednesday touched my hand she had a vision, then the night of the Rave’N she was worried about me going out and running the risk of dealing with the monster, so now I just want to know what she saw in her vision of me.

— — —

Me, Jack, Jason, Ameila are all standing out by the gates waiting for our various family members to arrive. Most of them arrive in various limos but uncle Francis, Skyler, and Oliver all pull up on motorcycles doing their best to make in entrance. We greet our various family members and before I know it I’m face to face with my parents.

“Son.” My dad says deadpan.

“Father, Mother.” I return.

We stand there a few seconds before breaking out into laughter and hugging.

“How have you been?” My mom asks me.

“Fantastic, solving a murder investigation that involves a monster and Jericho’s founder Joseph Crackstone.” I reply.

“That’s my boy.” Dad says proudly wrapping and arm around my shoulder before turning to my siblings.

“Hey, assface.” I hear and as I turn I’m met with my sister Ruby.

“Shit brains.” I greet before once again laughing and hugging my relatives.

“Hey Y/N.” My sister Elizabeth greets.

“Hi.” Hi say hugging her.

We all start to head into the quad to hear Weems’ speech. Nevermore’s a haven blah blah blah. Stuff like that. The only part I paid attention to was when she said that Eugene is on the mend.

“That’s your roommate right?” My cousin Maki asked me.

“Yeah.” I say before walking off the second the speech is done.

I head over to Wednesday and Enid, I know Enid’s got it rough with her mother since she isn’t able to wolf out like the rest of her family so I try to be there for her when I can, but the fact that my family has contributed this much to overpopulation means I don’t have a lot of free time during Parent’s Weekend to comfort her about her situation.

“That is not your fault okay, the monster hasn’t attacked anyone in the past week, maybe you finally scared it off.” Enid said to Wends.

“Yeah it’s not your fault Wends, it’s mine.” I say trying to comfort her.

“Maybe the monster went into hiding to avoid this weekend.”

“Y/N, are you really choosing to talk up a couple of girls rather than be with your own family, I know you’ve always been popular with them but still.” My uncle Francis asks me walking over with my grandpa.

“Where are my manners, Wednesday and Enid, this is my uncle Francis Barron and my grandfather Tim Barron, grandpa, uncle, this is Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.” I introduce

“Addams, are you Gomez’s kid?” Francis asks her.

“Yes, speaking of which I knew I should’ve worn my plague mask.”

“Well look at my family talk about toxic pack mentality, I give my mom thirty seconds before judgey claws come out, let’s get this over with.”

We all walk over to each of our respective families.

— — —

What is one of the arguably weirdest moments of the weekend so far is when my dad and Wednesday’s dad reunited.

“Oscar!”

“Gomez!”

The two ran up to each other, hugged, then did a secret handshake that only belongs in bad teen movies from the 80s. I talked with my family about the case and Eugene, leaving out anything about my feelings for Wednesday, but of course leave it up to Jack and Jason to ruin a good thing.

“Did he tell you guys about his hot goth girlfriend yet?”

“You know he’s got a girlfriend now right?”

“It can’t have been just me who thought he was aroace right?”

That kind of stuff.

Some of my family is talking with Wednesday’s, my brothers are talking with her’s, my dad and some of my uncles are talking with her dad, and my mom and aunt are talking with her mom.

“Would you look at that, our families is getting along so well” I point out.

“I know, it’s awful.” She replies.

— — —

Wednesday’s family went to go to family therapy while I continued to hang out with mine, some of us went into Jericho to hang out, we went into the Weathervane to grab some coffee and I noticed the Sheriff sitting down. He looks up and notices all of us, he had particular trouble dealing with my cousins Gojo and Oliver, they were the ones who most often broke the law.

“No, no, you two can not be back again, not again.”

“Well hello Sheriff Galpin, what can we do for you?” Gojo greeted him.

“Hey, it’s alright I’m helping him with the murder investigation, he’s cool, Sheriff you don’t have to worry my family is only in town for the weekend.” I defuse.

“That’s still one weekend longer than I have the patience for.”

“So do you have the DNA test back yet?” I ask.

“No, hold on this might be it, hello, you got the test?” He says answering a phone call. “Ah shit.” He says before walking out.

“Woah, dad what happened?” Tyler asked him.

“You know the local coroner? He just blew his brains out.”

Later we see Wednesday and her family storming out of Kinbott’s office and Bianca and her mom come in and start talking, I feel like they both want their privacy so I stay with my family while we hang out.

— — —

I manage to get some alone time when I head to the bee hives. It’s there that me and Wednesday run into each other.

“So, how was family therapy?”

“Awful, my mother still refuses to tell me the truth about Garret Gates, the man my father is accused of murdering.” She vents.

“That sucks, I sorry you have to deal with that.”

“Are we going to beat around the bush forever or are we going to finally talk about what happened last weekend?” She asked me.

“Which part, a lot happened?” I asked for clarification.

She then pulled me into the shed for some reason.

“You know even if someone was watching they probably only started getting suspicious now.”

“How could you not tell me you’re having panic attacks?”

“I didn’t know my mental health is any of your concern, what does it matter anyway?”

“If you have a panic attack in the middle of us dealing with the monster then it could put you at risk, and I don’t want to lose one of the only bearable people in this place.”

“As touching as that was, you don’t need to worry I’ll be fine.” I say before leaving the shed.

We gather some honey and head over to Eugene’s room to talk to him, this is Wends’ first time seeing him after the attack. Turns out she had Thing keep an eye on him.

“He didn’t deserve this, I should be in that bed.”

“Don’t say that Wends, it’s not your fault.” I say trying to comfort her.

We then feel hands on our shoulders and we turn around quickly to be met by Eugene’s parents, Sue and Janet, turns out he was talking about us all the time. We decided to leave as they deserved to have time with their son.

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We’re now at lunch in Nevermore sitting with our families. Apparently Wednesday saw her mom visit Garret Gates’ grave earlier. My family and Wednesday’s are still joking around with each other. Enid and Ajax have seemed to patch things up since the Rave’N, Enid is still dealing with her mom’s disappointment in her lack of wolfness.

Suddenly the Sheriff is bursting in avoiding principal Weems’ questions and heading straight for Mr. Addams.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Garret Gates, you have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will appointed for you.”

Everyone sits there shocked at the scene unfolding before us.

— — —

Enid vented to me about how her mom wants to send her to lycanthropy camps to help her wolf out which is beyond messed up, Wednesday visited her father and is now convinced of his innocence, of course I believe her, she’s usually right about these sorts of things.

Later that night I’m woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. “Hello.”

“Y/N.” I hear the familiar deadpan voice on the other end.

“Wends, what’s up, I thought you didn’t have a phone.”

“I don’t, I need you to come down to the police station.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

I sneak out and head to the station where I find Wednesday, and her parents in a couple of cells, she explains the story of how they got arrested to me and to say I was shocked and disturbed would be an understatement.

“To prove your fathers innocence you dug up a grave and stole the corpse’s finger to prove they had died before your father killed him?” I ask just to check.

“That is correct.” Wednesday confirms.

“And you didn’t invite me!” I shout, this could’ve been a very fun night of digging up graves and foiling conspiracies.

We end up going over our plan and the next morning Me and Wednesday’s brother Pugsley, bailed them out, it was then that me Wednesday, and Mrs. Addams go to Mayor Walkers office to talk to him about our theory.

He confirms that Garrett died of nightshade poisoning after his father gave him some to spike the punch at the Rave’N 30 years ago but he accidentally got some in his system. I swear that dance is cursed.

We manage to blackmail him into dropping all charges against Wednesday’s father. While we were at it I wanted to ask for a pet camel provided by the town but Wednesday said that was stupid.

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Wednesday finally managed to start opening up to her mother about her powers and Mrs. Addams explains some of the aspects of their powers and their ancestors. Mr. Addams and the Sheriff managed to work things out as well. Enid finally stood up to her mom and her dad praised her, I always liked that guy. I have no idea what was going on with Bianca and her mom. My family congratulated me on freeing Mr. Addams and all of our families left, after they left Wednesday realized something shocking. Which is why we are barging into Weems’ office right now.

“You’re a shape shifter.”

“That’s a fascinating theory.”

“I curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.”

This causes Weems to admit to impersonating Rowan after he died and lying to the Sheriff, and that she had Rowan’s family support, that Rowan was driven insane and that his death managed to allow them to stop him or the school from being in hot water.

“I’m doing what I did to protect the school and shield the students from harm.”

“Tell that to Eugene, how are you protecting him?” I ask her.

We then hear shouting outside and look out the window to see fire burning on the lawn saying fire will rain.

— — —

I asked Wednesday to meet me in my dorm before we head to bed.

“Nice pets.” she compliments.

“Thanks, so there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” I tell her.

“Go on.”

“With everything going on, the chances of either of us getting hurt or dying is only getting higher so there’s something I should probably tell you.”

Wednesday looks a little nervous when I say that but manages to speak up. “Spit it out then, what is it?”

“I like you Wednesday, as in more than friends or partners.” I say, a look of shock spreads across her face. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way and that you’d probably think of this as a distraction from the case but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you never knew and I-” Before I can ramble on any more Wednesday closes the distance between us by kissing me.

We stay that way for a few seconds before she pulls back.

“I can’t deny my own personal feelings for you, we seem to be compatible in many different ways, we understand each other and are able to be around each other without vomiting, which can’t be said for most of the school.” She says, I laugh at the last part. “As annoying as your brothers are, I … care about you enough to look past them.”

We then kiss again for a few more seconds before Wednesday leaves and I spend the entire night wondering what just happened.

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meme-y weem-y links

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Open to all mémes (especially starter ones!): childhood memories , past memory , 6 word starters , alice isn’t dead starters , character development , in depth headcanons , my muse talks about...

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 239

Just My Imagination

“Just My Imagination”

Plot Description: Sam’s imaginary friend from childhood pops up to alert the Winchesters to a grisly crime scene invisible to the human world

What are we even doing in this show anymore?

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’m not an imaginary friend so I think I’m good

Ok this little girl’s imaginary friend reading The Velveteen Rabbit moments before he died did get to me. Just…that book gets to me

All the bite of this shadowy figure following Sam around is taken out by reading the plot description. That is quite the spread he laid out though

Dean, be more grateful for the bakery Sam’s imaginary friend made? Brought? I dunno

I love fresh-from-the-shower not-yet-fully-awake Dean not having the energy to deal with all that yet

I know Dean is behaving logically and rationally but like…..HELP SAM HELP HIS CHILDHOOD IMAGINARY FRIEND

Omg the guy who plays Gabriel directed this episode. I think I’m gonna love it

Wait…this investigation is going to be so weird. How are they gonna convince this couple to let them go into their young daughter’s room on the basis that her imaginary friend got got? They don’t even believe the friend exists, why would they believe he got murdered??

Ooooooooo Winchester childhood flashbackssssss. Awww, poor lil Sammy. He just wanted to hang with his big brother

Dean, don’t try to make manicorn happen. It’s not going to happen (the girl’s imaginary friend was a man who was part unicorn). Also, they’re posing as trauma counselors for kids

Unironically this episode is amazing. The way this woman has to act like she hasn’t just spread Sparkle’s very glittery blood all over her face is gorgeous

The crime scene ruiner and imaginary friend blood bather herself

Please, we don’t have to kill the mermaid, I promise. That little girl is never swimming in that pool again

Why am I getting so emotional watching little Sam talk to Sully? (It’s that Sully really considers Sam’s problems and thoughts and has no intention to leave him ever) He’s SO here for Sam, he truly and genuinely only wants what’s best for him……..ok the being cool with running away at like 9 years old isn’t great

This clip-in mullet is not a look

WHY ARE WE KILLING SO MANY IMAGINARY FRIENDS WHAT IS THE REASON

Oh Weems isn’t dead yet. Oh I’m so glad that when he plays air guitar, you can actually hear it. That’s beautiful. You really showed Dean, man

WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN SAM AND SULLY??? SAM!!! You can’t tell him you wish you could unmake him up! I know you’re nine or whatever but this is devastating

The way you don’t really see how alone Sam was at that age til Sully left…everything was so big to him, big on him…I just…I’m having too many emotions about this

Sully’s been keeping track of Sam all this time?? 😭😭😭😭😭 and he’s so proud of Sam

Why’s this girl trying to get to Sully??? WHAT??? He became friends with a pair of twins and one got hit by a car and died in his care. So now she’s out for revenge

Did she meet Rowena??

I should not be on the verge of tears about Dean and Sully thanking the other for looking out for Sam

[weemssapphic]

Hi author how are you? I hope you are doing well

I admit that I'm not sure about this message, I don't know if it's done to share a fanfiction link like that, if it's not done just ignore this message

You see I was looking for a very specific type of fanfic and I came across this one, in itself it's a bit what I'm looking for and not totally but a sentence made me think of you and I laugh so much in Imagining your reaction, here is the sentence and the fanfic (you will find the line in one of the chapters, I don't really know where 😅)

Actually, links are apparently not supported here, I'll have to give you the name and author... It's less funny 😑Besides, the joke falls flat if you read the short summary of the fic.

Author;TazzieBadger

Fic;Uh Oh

The sentence that should tickle your curiosity but that the truth that hides behind you should not have seen it coming (unless you read the summary, it's less funny if you read the summary I warn you (that It would be a shame not to have the surprise, right?😁)

Ok actually several

📜« We disintegrated Weems" Enid's voice broke📜

📜« No, we just - " Wednesday started to say, but was interrupted by Yoko "killed her"📜

📜« What have we done?" Yoko pulled away from Enid's hold and took a few steps back. "Oh my God." She leaned forward, her breathing quickening. "Oh my God, oh my God, what have we done?"📜

📜« We're really sorry. We didn't mean to do this, I swear. You just came at the wrong time.📜

📜“Okay, okay. Weems isn’t dead. We didn’t kill her...📜

Well... What happened to weems? But you see I know that you Wants weems to come back and be alive, so that's the case here, and I'm sure you'll imagine a bunch of scenarios but the only one you won't think of will be the one in this fic and it really amuses me Imagine your disbelieving face reading this😁 I only wanted to put the last sentence but my desire to tickle your curiosity took over 😁

PS: I'm not here to advertise, it's really just to share something fun with you, you can always keep this message private, I'll take this opportunity to tell you that I read the last 3 chapters of your lipstick stain fic but I haven't finished commenting on them yet but I loved it!

More author, hoping not to be rude here

Hello friend! Sorry for the delayed reply! Thank you for this 😂 I had to go look up the fic and read a bit of it as you definitely ignited my curiosity and it did indeed tickle me greatly 😂 I'm not one for crack fics usually but the idea of Weems as a baby is somehow too hilarious to resist 😂

[rippersz]

ℑ𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔤𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

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(DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) (TW: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, slight glorification of both, gore, toxic love, smutty/suggestive themes, etc.) (Larissa Weems x Reader)

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"She was my darling: difficult, morose - But still my darling." ~ Vladimir Nabokov

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“I love you,” comes the soft murmur in your ear, sending goosebumps over your skin and lightning over your bones.

Her breath is ticklish - you can’t hold back the giggle that spills over your lips.

“I love you more.”

She chuckles and presses her cheek against your own.

“Never.”

“Oh never?”

A low hum. Red lips at your neck.

“Mmm… never.”

A smile tugs at your mouth.

Curious fingertips float over your waist, over your hips, over your breasts and shoulders.

“Never ever ever,” she whispers before bending closer and pressing delicious kisses to your flushed skin.

A sigh floats from your lips.

“Mmm I disagree.” Your eyes flutter closed, blocking out the warm glow of the world.

“And I disagree with your disagreement,” she chuckles, long arms tightening around your body. Keeping you still as her kisses become harder- determined to leave red prints on her darling.

Her sweet darling.

Her everything.

Her Y/n.

Her you.

Larissa’s body is facing the doors when you take your chance and run.

Darkness slopes over your body, preserving you, casting you and becoming your grave, as you dart off into the winding halls.

She hears your footsteps get further and further away.

Her lips part with each breath- with each number spoken as loudly as she can without yelling.

“… 13… 12… 11…”

Is she being too generous?

No.

No, she’s being just right.

It’s only fair, isn’t it?

Poor little lamb… not even sure where to go.

“… 10… 9… 8…”

Already, she misses you.

Where have you gone?

Where has your brilliant mind taken you?

And when will you return to her?

Will you return to her?

Yes.

Yes yes yes.

Return return return.

Come little lamb, return to your flock.

They miss you.

I miss you.

“… 7… 6… 5…”

A smirk bleeds onto red lips.

Excitement twirls in her - like a tired dancer unable to stop as the music continues. No end in sight. Only knowing one turn after the other. Only knowing winces and pain. Only knowing more more more.

“… 4… 3… 2…”

Oh lamb…

Insatiable.

Come out.

Hungry.

Come out.

Desperate.

Wherever you are…

“…1.”

A deep breath.

Clenched fists.

A swoop of the cool night air when she finally turns and greets the moonlight.

“Ready or not darling, here I come!”

–

Distantly, somewhere near the East Wing of the Academy, you hear her voice ring.

Ready or not darling, here I come…

The bell tolls for us all.

Your bell just so happens to be dressed in red - and fucking evil.

Terrifying, really.

Horrifying.

You can’t hear her footsteps but you know she’s moving. Skulking around in the shadows, hiding behind the corners. The game has just started but you anticipate her at every turn. Every turn that leads you deeper and deeper into a world you are suddenly wildly unfamiliar with. Nevermore in the harsh dark, as it seems, becomes a world completely unexplored. You’ve never been here before. Nothing seems right. The walls and floors look the same. They sound the same too. The cobblestone is loud. The brush of your clothing speaks too much. The air whispers.

It’s hopeless. She’s already found you. She knows where you are. Little fool. Silly little fool. There’s no point. You’re wearing yourself out.

But you’ve just started.

And you don’t wanna give up.

You don’t wanna lose.

You don’t wanna be hungry-

Click. Clack.

You bite your bottom lip hard to hold in a hiss.

“Damn these shoes!” You mouth to yourself in outrage, looking down at the black wedges on your feet.

They’re drawing her to you. Be smart. Fix it.

There’s an alcove.

You run for it, pressing your back against the curve, and take that moment to pull the things off of your body. It’s so quiet without the hum of technology - like static blooming within your ears - but you push through the dizzying silence and clutch your shoes to your chest. The floor is chilly beneath your bare feet, but you don’t notice it. It’s not important anyway. You’ve already stayed in that spot for too long. You have to get moving.

Okay. Wait- which way did you come from again? South? The corridor right in front of you? No no no. Maybe East? Closer to the forest’s edge? With the dark trees that cut out the moonlight and leave you in complete darkness? No. Maybe?

The still air tells you nothing.

You have no idea where she is.

Right behind you of course.

But that’s not possible. There’s a wall behind you - and it’s freezing, seeping through the fabric of your dress.

You have to get going.

You have to keep moving.

Run along now, little lamb. You hear the bell’s toll.

Swallowing the urge to let out a sigh, you turn to the right and begin your trek again.

The quicker you find a place to hide, the more at ease you’ll be. The game is not for her to chase you after all; she just needs to find you. And then keep you there. So technically speaking, if you manage to get away, that means she doesn’t win automatically. You just have to figure a place to covet that she won’t even think of. Which is difficult - considering she’s usually at least three steps ahead.

Not in this case though. She may be fast with those killer legs of hers, but it’ll take her some time to get around as well. And the kitten heels make a noise even louder than your wedges did. So maybe… maybe…

No. Best not to get too cocky. Don’t think so much about winning. Just think about hiding first.

There are so many places to go. Places she’s sure to check. Like your quarters. Like the faculty room. Like the gym. Like the cafeteria. Hell even the perimeter of the building or forest if she’s feeling desperate enough. Larissa didn’t place boundaries on the game area so you could go that far… but then getting outside without making a noise would be difficult. And sneaking inside, with dirt on your feet, would be even harder. There’s a few nooks and crannies you’re familiar with, including the Nightshade library, but no. No. She’ll look in those places too. The bathrooms aren’t sanitary, and the clocktower only has one entrance with a shit ton of stairs. Returning to the main hall would be suicide and sneaking into one of the dorm rooms would just be weird. She wouldn’t check there, though.

Or would she?

Well it depends. How smart does she think you are? And how well does she know you?

Well enough to know that you’d waste time questioning her.

Fuck.

You’ve always been indecisive but this is just pathetic. There’s no choice but to pick a place and stick to it.

But where could you go?

Where could you-

A flash of something gold sneaks into your vision as you whiz down the corridor. It’s slight, could even be a hallucination, but it catches your attention anyway and has you backing up as quick as you could.

‘Principal Weems’ glares back at you. Taunts you on the door.

Whenever you see it, the weird pang of discomfort you get in your heart puts a damper on your mood. It’s just a pity to know that she’s so fucking good at her job… while also being entirely bonkers. Well. Not entirely. You don’t actually know whether to classify her as a psychopath, sociopath, or neither. But then again, you aren’t qualified to do so in the first place. You only know the slightest differences… and she doesn’t fit the mold of a ‘mad woman’. She would, after all, die for any of the students that attend Nevermore. Hell, she’d probably die for you. She’s a soft woman at heart… but whoever she is when she’s hungry… well that’s different. That’s someone else. That’s a version of Larissa that you’re not sure you should feel honored about having met. But one you do feel honored about having met.

And that office held so many memories. It was the place you found out about her. Her and her hobbies. And then where you spent most of your time together. And grew. And bonded. And fell in l-

“Daaaaarling, where are you?”

It echoes, the bell.

It’s far, but it echoes. And if it echoes, it’s traveling. Getting closer. Closer.

You’re running out of time. Out of space. You run your tongue over the fronts of your teeth and you can already taste the lamb. It’s game-y. Meaty. Full of blood.

You’re moving before you can stop yourself.

The door handle is grasped, turned as slowly and quietly as possible, and then the door is pushed open with a creek. A small creek. And it’s only opened the tiniest bit. Barely even a few centimeters. A mere hint. A distraction. You nod to yourself, desperate for reassurance as you place one of your wedges near the door. It’s tipped onto its side; forgotten in a rush. Staged, obviously, but it’ll save you time if she bothers to stop and look.

If you were her, you wouldn’t take the risk that your prey weren’t there. What’s a minute or two spent exploring and uncovering? You can gain it back with increased speed. But it would still be a distraction.

I can make you think too, Larissa.

I can make you lose, too.

Where did her voice come from?

Was it behind you? Or the left? No, it was definitely the left… the way you came.

So you turn, one shoe in hand, and race down the other end of the hall. You can’t hear any footsteps. You can’t hear anything.

-

Larissa wasn’t a fool.

She’d slipped her feet out of her heels quite early on into the game. Once she figured the aesthetic came second to the satisfaction of winning quickly, she toed them off and left them near the entrance hall. At the very start of one corridor. Should you find them, or better yet- trip over them- then you’d know that the stakes were higher than ever.

Two could play at stealth.

But who had been hunting for longer?

The answer was obvious.

And the bell was feeling particularly wicked.

She’d eaten earlier. Harvested kidney with homemade potato salad and green beans with almonds and feta. A good meal, but the flavors didn’t melt into her tongue like they did when she’s with you. There’s just something about your eyes… hesitantly knocking into her lips, then her fingers, then the curve of her fork, then the meat on the other end. Fear flows through you, but there’s something else there as well. Something darker. The innate human curiosity. It enchants her. It grasps her.

She wants to explore it. She wants to explore you. She wants whatever you will give her.

Even if you will give her nothing.

She checks the doorknob to your chambers, entirely unsurprised to find it locked. She knows you, she knows she does, but a human is always capable of trickery. And you’re a smart woman. And she hates losing.

Even during her own Nevermore days, she hated it. Everything done with Morticia was easy. The Poe Cup. The fencing. The game of hide and seek where two players would go searching and the rest would hide. She won and she won and she won again. But during the times in which she was against Morticia… well then there were bent sabres and angry looks and the most infuriating hateful spews that fell out only under the hot water of a scalding shower.

Larissa was a force when she was furious. And her roommate knew that. She knew of the things that lurked. Larissa never scared her, not truly, but there were times where she wondered… times where the platinum blonde looked over at her roommate and saw the desire in her eyes to shift away. To put some space there. To run but never for help. To run just for the sake of running. To escape the fact that maybe- maybe- she birthed some of the darkness that lived in Larissa. Morticia never encouraged, no, but she never stopped it either. And so when she noticed her roommate’s sudden interest in the culinary arts… she didn’t question why she returned to the dorm late. Or why she spent so much time painting her nails. Or why she had a phase in which she wore headwraps and fashionable hoods and darker greys more often than she did the lighter colors. She didn’t question it at all. Not even when Jericho started booming with missing persons reports. And not even when one of Larissa’s favorite pair of white heels mysteriously disappeared after one evening out on the town.

Because there was nothing to ask. There was nothing to question.

She knew.

She knew.

And now you did as well.

So would she lose to you?

No.

No, she wouldn’t.

She’d never lose you.

You were too precious to let go. Too dear to her. Held in her clutches. Caressed by her strong fingers. Hers. Hers hers hers hers hers hers mine.

A creek caught her attention.

Crimson lips traced into a smirk.

Sweet lamb…

Your time is running out.

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Welp. -Rip x

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[yourmidnightlover]

Xavier x Reader piece where reader saw Bianca leaving Xavier’s dorm and assumes they’re back together after Xavier & reader would flirt here and there. Reader begins to ignore him and he’s confused as to why… idk could be cute, could be smutty just a random thought

SO CUTE AGHHH

rumors

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader noticed xavier pulling away and tried to talk to him about it when she sees bianca barclay leaving his room looking more than satisfied.

warning: !not proofread! read the request ig, i also did add smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv, VERY soft sex bc i’m a softy myself :)

a/n: i tried to follow the request as much as possible, and i hope i did it justice! i’m also so so sorry for the tardiness of the post, even though there isn’t a specific deadline or anything. i’m working my way through my requests and my series! i want to make sure everything has at least a half decent plot <3

you weren’t stupid. you had heard the rumors. those rumors being that xavier and bianca were back together.

now, you had also thought that wasn’t true. you and xavier had hung out on many, many occasions, going as far as you you ending up on his lap during a heated make out session. so, maybe you just assumed it wasn’t true.

but it was more than flirting and kissing with you. it was conversations about constellations and religion. it was cuddling until 1 am in his room because you didn’t want to be apart from each other. it was falling asleep on the phone for a few days when weems nearly caught you. it was more.

or was it all in your head?

it had been nearly 9 months since xavier and bianca had broken up. he seemed content with the breakup, mostly unaffected by it aside from his trust issues spiking like no other.

bianca, on the other hand, seemed furious. maybe about the breakup, maybe about seeing you with him. either way, she was mad and it seemed to involve xavier.

the past few weeks he had seemed distant. he wouldn’t call you as much. there were significantly less cuddle sessions. he wouldn’t kiss you as often. you know he doesn’t technically need to do those things. it’s not a requirement, you aren’t in a relationship or anything, but you missed it like no other.

so, when you were headed to his room to talk about everything and saw bianca leaving his room, you hid behind a pillar before she saw you. but you saw her. you saw her with that smirky smile on her face.

you basically knew what that meant. now, you knew why he was being so distant. bianca and xavier were probably going to get back together. he was going to leave you in the dust.

like any logical person, you decided that instead of letting him abruptly cut you out of his life, you would cut him out first.

this world is a kill or be killed, hurt or be hurt world. you were already hurt, but you definitely didn’t want to end up dead. yet.

“hey, y/n,” he called to you in the hallway as you were walking to your next class that you happened to have with him. “y/n,” he jogged to catch up with you. you didn’t even look his way. “hey, so i was wondering what you were doing later on today?” his shoulder nudged your own, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “y/n?”

you continued to walk to class, not even bothering to look up at the gorgeous smile that you were sure was beginning to fade. you sat in the back of the class, where there was no seat beside you, instead of sitting in your rightful seat beside xavier.

the one time you mustered up the courage to look at him during class, he had this puzzled look on his face as he was doodling something he would normally show you once he was done.

“hey,” enid sat beside you in your next class with a worried tone. “ajax and i were talking, and he said that xavier is confused about you. well, more confused about why you’ve been ignoring him? and i know it’s not really any of my business, but i was just wondering if you were okay? because you can always talk to me no matter what! off the record, too!”

“enid,” you smiled as she looked at you expectedly. “i’m okay… or, i’ll be okay. i just realized some things and now i’m dealing with the repercussions the best i know how. but if it ever becomes too much, i know who to come to,” she smiled as you did the same before running back to her desk beside ajax.

you knew she cared about you. but you also knew that she cannot keep her mouth shut. you love that about her, but it also means you have to be careful what you tell her. you know you made the right decision as you hear her loudly whisper:

“she said she’s okay and that she realized some things, but i dunno, jax! i guess she might need some space?”

you chuckled to yourself as the teacher began the lesson. she was a lovely girl, only doing what she thought was best for her friends.

the next day, it happened at dinner.

you had avoided his table at all costs, not even glancing at him as you saw him trying to wave you down out of the corner of your eye. you sat down at an empty table near the trash cans, one that nobody really wanted to even sit at and began eating quickly so you could leave.

your lunch was cut short when he plopped down beside you. you waited a few seconds, ignoring whatever came out of his mouth before standing. you muttered a small, ‘not that hungry,’ before tossing your food in the trash and making your way to your room.

“y/n,” he was rapidly knocking on your door. “y/n, let me in! i don’t know what’s going on but you have got to stop ignoring me,” there was a moment of silence where you contemplated opening the door, but all you could see was the look on bianca’s face showing you all you needed to know. “please open the door.”

it was when you heard footsteps walking away that you let the tears that you didn’t know were building fall freely. hunched over at your desk, sobbing into your hands, you let yourself truly feel what you had pushed down for days.

you truly fell for this guy over the past few months of knowing him. while you hated not talking to him, you knew it would hurt more if you let yourself stay attached only for him to break things off sooner rather than later.

it had been maybe fifteen minutes if you letting yourself sob into your hands when you heard a rapping at your window. you turned to see xavier, standing outside with his hands shoved in his pockets as he shivered in the cold.

“please, let me in, y/n,” his eyes were pleading with you. you never should’ve met them. “let me in.”

with a huff, you walked to the window and unlocked it, grabbing onto his arm to help guide him in. in all of the time you had been hanging out, he had never been so desperate as to climb up the fire escape to see you.

“what the hell, thorpe?” you scolded him, knowing he hated when you called him by his last name. “you’re an idiot.”

“yea, i might be an idiot,” he nodded as he sighed, adjusting to the warmer environment in spite of how cold you had been to him. “but i’m not the one that’s been ignoring my best friend for days.”

“you’re kidding, right?” you scoffed as you went to sit down on the edge of your bed. “i wasn’t sure you’d even notice, let alone care.”

“why the hell would i not care?” he threw his hands up in defeat as he began pacing back and forth in front of you. “god, do you not get that i care about you? you’re my best friend. of course i’ll notice and care when you ice me out!”

“you did it first!” you pointed your finger accusingly at him before taking a deep breath. “you stopped hanging out with me. you would barely come over. you barely even… god i sound like a moron.”

“i barely even what?” he froze at looked longingly at you as he awaited your answer.

“you barely even kiss me anymore,” you opted to avoid his gaze by finding interest in your own hands. “and i was going to talk to you about it a few nights ago when i saw bianca walking out of your dorm. and believe me, she looked more than satisfied so don’t worry about your own performance.”

“is that…” he was lost in thought before something clicked in his head. “you thought that her and i…” his brows rose insinuatingly.

“of course, i did!” you felt the tears well in your eyes again. “and i felt… i felt stupid. and i felt used. and then it made sense, why you stopped talking to me as much and why you were distancing yourself. it clicked. because you want to get back together with her.”

“y/n, i-“

“let me finish!” you snapped. “you owe me that much. you could’ve at least told me! you could’ve told me we weren’t going anywhere before i fucking fell for you! god, i don’t know if it was a game for you to see how many ‘bitches’ you could pull or what, but i don’t-“

his lips were on your own. his hands were cupping your face and his lips were kissing you passionately. your hands went to his wrists, almost to keep him there before you remembered why he had to kiss you to shut up.

“thorpe-“

“i love you,” he pressed his forehead against your own with a sorry look on his face. “she’s been trying to get back at me since the breakup. then, she noticed how i much i cared about you. she figured out how i felt and told me to stop doing… what we were doing or she would tell you. i didn’t think you’d feel the same way. i thought you would be freaked out by the fact that i was in love with you. i’m so, so sorry.”

you lightly pressed your lips to his, only for a short moment. “you could’ve told me, xay.”

“i’m realizing that now,” he smiled softly. “let me make it up to you?”

you nodded your head, “and how did you plan on doing that?”

“well,” he lifted you up by your ass, gently scooting you up on your bed. “before she blackmailed me, i was being distant because i was planning something very, very nice for you,” he began kissing down your neck, his hands now trailing up and down your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. “something romantic,” he sucked harshly on the spot that drove you crazy before one hand shot to his hair, the other going to his shoulder to draw him closer. “something a bit nicer for what i really, really want to do with you,” he emphasized with a gentle bite to your earlobe. “to you,” you moaned at that one, grinding up on his thigh that was between your legs.

“xavier,” you whimpered. “i want you… please?” he pressed his leg further into your core leading to you throwing your head back, giving him more of your neck to work with.

“let me take my time,” he worked his hands underneath your shirt, looking up at you for permission before you helped him throw it over your head. you tugged at his own shirt with a smirk.

“mmkay,” you nodded as he kissed up your stomach, sucking and nibbling on your skin to mark you more than he already had. “missed you so much, xay. missed you so much.”

“me too, love,” you lifted your chest as he unclasped your bra. “i missed you too,” once he disregarded the bra, he began to eagerly suckle on one of your breasts. he carefully teased the nipple with his tongue, letting his hand massage the neglected one, his fingers gently pinching your nipples just the same.

“please,” you continued to hump his thigh eagerly as he continued to switch his actions to the alternate breast. “please do more?”

“whatever you want,” he smiled before pulling at the waistband of your skirt. you lifted your hips to help him pull both the skirt and underwear down your legs. “so fucking perfect. and all mine,” his fingers danced around your pelvis before he got of the bed, putting your thighs over his shoulders to drag you to the edge, a laugh leaving your mouth.

“all yours, xay,” you smiled as he began to toy with the bundle of nerves at your center. “oh my god. that feels so… so good,” your hand was now playing with his hair, the other grasping his shoulder tightly. “i think you should know,” you huffed out a breath as his lips wrapped around your center. “oh fuck. shit, please keep going,” he let a finger slowly enter your center. “oh my god.”

“are you sure?” he momentarily stopped before you guided his head back to your center, nodding eagerly as your head swung back once more.

“i’m so fucking sure,” his tongue was gently massaging your clit excellently. with each tug and take your fingers did to his hair, another moan left his mouth. the vibrations worked their way through your entire body, making you feel everything.

“god, i can’t believe we’ve never done this. i think-oh fuck-i think i’m close. please don’t stop!” your thighs began to clamp over his head as your hips rutted against his mouth. “xavier! holy shit,” you had to pull him away by his shoulders.

“you like?” he chuckled as he pressed his lips to your own. he felt you continue to grind against his leg before you pressed your hand against his bulge to massage it. “y/n,” his forehead dropped to your own.

“i wanna do this with you,” your free hand went to cup his cheek. “only if you want to, of course. but you have my full, enthusiastic consent for all of it,” it was your smile that convinced him.

“i don’t-i don’t have any-“

“just don’t use one,” you pleaded. “i’ve been on the shot for a little over a year and i’m clean…”

“have i told you how much i love you?” he groaned before you worked your hand under his pants, pulling his hard dick out and stroking it a few times before he kicked his pants off. you lined it up with your center. “i’m gonna go slow, okay?”

“mmkay,” you nodded. “just… please?” he pushed his tip in, leaving your jaw dropped from the intrusion.

your arms went underneath his arms that were beside your head to hold him up, wrapping around his shoulders. you whimpered with each inch he pushed inside of you, your nails digging into his skin.

“jesus christ, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. “holy fuck.”

“uh huh,” you nodded. “feels like… your in my stomach,” your whines were filling his ears. “please move? please?”

his hips began to piston in and out of you. with each thrust, a symphony of moans we’re pulled from your throat. he pulled back to look at you lovingly, letting one of his hands cup your face before he pressed a kiss to your lips. he used this distraction to pick up the pace.

the sounds of his hips hitting your thighs began to resonate throughout your single, your moans only getting louder as you breathed in each others’ air.

he brought the hand that was cupping your face down to your clit, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. with the way your pussy began to pulsate around his cock, he knew he was close to the edge.

“y/n,” he huffed out, his forehead resting against your own as you nodded.

“i know,” you held onto his arms. “me too. just-just do it inside, please? cum inside of me?”

“yea, yes,” he pressed his lips to yours once more before watching as you fell apart on his cock. your head was thrown back, but your eyes remained on his as he joined you in his own ecstasy.

“oh my god,” you held him closely as your bodies came down from the high. his hands cradled your body tenderly once you were both safely on the ground.

“oh my god is right,” he chuckled as he carefully pulled out, laughing a bit more as you winced from the sensitivity. he got up and went to your bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it so he could wiped up the mess between your thighs.

“i really do love you,” you smiled up at him as he pulled his shirt over your head. “like a lot,” you both smiled.

“i think you also really love how i made you cum, pretty girl,” a hot blush crawled up your cheeks. “you realize you were just naked underneath me, right?”

“yes!” you shrieked out. “i know that… it’s just-i don’t know. i get-i have the right to be vulnerable after having sex!”

“i know you do,” he smiled as he pulled on his pants, crawling into bed beside you before you opted to simply lay on top of him. “i’m just teasing,” he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“meanie head,” you grumbled into his bare chest, his warm skin never feeling more comforted by anything.

“you weren’t saying that whe- ow!” you pinched his nipple and began to laugh at his whining. “what the hell?”

“stop teasing,” you said smugly. he could feel your smile against his skin.

“after that?” he scoffed. “i’ve learned my lesson,” he hugged you tighter as you littered light kisses to his chest.

“goodnight, xavier,” you let your chin rest on his chest so you could look at him with the cheesiest grin that’s ever existed.

“i love you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your lips once more before you laid back down on him.

you fell asleep to the beat of his heart calming your own. he fell asleep to the lull of your soft breath. you both woke up with the warm embrace of your love for the other, which is how it would be from then on out.

[mrtwizz]

Can you make one of fem!reader meeting the Addams family and they all adore her? Including Wednesday. Especially when she sword fights and wins. (Thing too :))

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Typical Wednesday level threats, unedited

Summary: Morticia and Gomez have been hearing about a certain girl and are elated to finally meet the mouse who has fallen in their little Vipers trap.

Nobody, especially not her mother, thought Wednesday Addams would fall in love. She viewed love as a weakness, a disgustingly human emotion that she never wished to feel. But meeting Y/n L/n changed her universe for all of eternity, and Wednesday wouldn’t have it any other way. 

When the two met, Wednesday couldn’t care less about the bubbly vampire, at first glance the girl had no regards to the dress code and was incredibly annoying. But as the two’s paths crossed more and more, Wednesday seemed to not hate the girl’s presence. But as time passed, the line between not hating and liking began to blur. The raven haired girl enjoyed the vampire’s presence, something that made her want to stick pins and needles into her eyes. 

One night while talking to her parents and Pugsley on her crystal ball, Enid mentioned Y/n and Wednesday let it be known that she was dating a girl. Morticia could have fainted in that moment, and Gomez was elated that his little Viper had met someone the way he had met his Morticia. While Pugsley wondered why anyone would willingly date his sister, have they met her?

Y/n was lying on her bed when Wednesday walked into her room.

“No knocking? Not even a hello? Jeez chivalry is dead.” Y/n mutters, before looking up from her phone, “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with your family?” 

“Knocking isn’t even chivalry, and that’s why I’m here. My parents would like to meet you.” Wednesday says, as if it was no big deal. 

Y/n sat straight up, the blanket that was around her falling, “They what?” 

“Mother won’t stop pestering me about you.” Wednesday comments, sitting on the edge of Y/n’s bed completely unbothered. 

Y/n quickly scrambled out of the bed, ignoring the way her phone clattered to the ground. She was less than presentable, clad in only a tanktop and sleep shorts and her hair was messy. She had planned to stay in bed all day until her roommate brought her dinner. 

“What if they hate me?” Y/n wondered, going through her closet trying to find a uniform that wasn’t extremely altered to her own taste. 

“You’re incredibly dramatic,” Wednesday notes from her position on Y/n’s bed, before adding to soothe her girlfriend’s anxiety “plus mother and father are already obsessed with you.” 

“Don’t look.” Y/n points at Wednesday sternly before turning her back to the dark haired girl to change. 

The girl quickly strips from her pajamas and changes into her uniform and moves to her vanity to tame her hair. Wednesday watches as her girlfriend frantically ‘fixes’ her appearance. 

Soon enough the two of them are making their way to the quad where her family sat amongst themselves. It was incredibly obvious who her family was, dressed in different shades of black they seemed to have a stormcloud above them keeping the sunlight above at bay.  

Y/n was incredibly anxious and if this were a cartoon, she would have audibly gulped. Wednesday gently took her cold hand in her own, sensing her nerves. 

Wednesday led Y/n over to where her family sat at a cold concrete table, talking amongst themselves.

“Mother, father, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” The short girl introduced. 

“So you’re the little mouse who has fallen in our Viper’s deathtrap.” The short man beamed, standing to shake the girl’s hand. 

“Oh, isn't she just darling?” The beautiful woman, Wednesday’s mother, asked her husband. 

Y/n suddenly felt extremely exposed in her modified uniform, suddenly wishing she hadn’t defined Weems when she told her the first four times to not modify her uniform. 

“Hello Mr and Mrs Addams.” Y/n shook both of their hands. 

“Wednesday tells us you are quite the skilled swordsman.” Gomez brings up, and Y/n can feel her body burning. 

“Oh, I guess you could say that. Not as good as Wednesday, sir, I hear you’re the one who taught her how to fence.” Y/n rambles, talking expressively with little motions and gestures. 

Wednesday rolls at her girlfriend's poor attempts to suck up to her parents, “You’re being modest, Cara Mia, Bianca claimed you were the only worthy opponent here at Nevermore.” 

Wednesday was never one to care what others thought of her, but watching as her parents got to know Y/n. She couldn’t help but feel a swirling sense of pride at her parents' approval of her girlfriend. 

Y/n was rambling about something that had happened last week when Wednesday grabs Y/n’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. 

Pugsley lets out a dramatic, ‘ew’ at the way his sister is affectionate with the girl by her side. Wednesday shoots him a look that could kill a grown man, shutting him up. 

“It looks as though history repeats itself.” Morticia comments, watching the way her daughter looks at her lover with the most adoration she had ever seen in her daughter's dark and cold eyes. 

“Oh Nevermore, how I love you!” Gomez exclaims. 

The next day had gone basically the same, when it was time to go Morticia and Gomez gushed about the girl who had stolen their darling daughter's cold heart. Pugsley laughed at the way Wednesday was going soft because of the vampire. 

“I will take your small intestine and will hang you from that tree with it.” Wednesday threatens, ignoring the way her body felt warm from the teasing. 

After the rest of the Addams family left, Y/n and Wednesday made their way to Wednesday’s room. Enid was with Ajax leaving the two love-sick teens alone. 

It was a rare moment that the two were actually alone, normally Thing or Enid were in the room. So when the couple was alone, they made the most of it. Basking in the other’s presence, music played quietly in the background. 

The two lay facing each other, talking quietly. 

Y/n was telling Wednesday about something Eugene had done the other day that Y/n had found humorous. The girl was laughing at her own story and a few strands of hair fell out of place. Wednesday took notice of this and gently pushed the pieces behind Y/n’s ear. Y/n’s laughter subsided as the girl gently caressed her face. 

The domestic action took the vampire by surprise, “Someone is being extra loving today, who did you torture?” 

“Nobody, at least not today. Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection? The same affection I recall you begging for constantly.” Wednesday points out. 

Y/n rolls her eyes, “That is my bad, I will simply sit here and enjoy the suspicious amount of attention.” 

After a few minutes, Y/n speaks up again, “Do you think you’re parents like me?” 

Wednesday sighs, “Mi amor, mother will be talking about you non stop for the next month. I even heard them talking about inviting you over for the holidays."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiya, you think you could do a jealous! Enid x reader story where the reader is getting attention from another person and Enid is…less than for that. To make a long story short, the reader isn’t getting Enid’s hints so she has to say it straight to their face?

Enid wouldn’t admit to jealously but she didn’t have to because everyone at Nevermore could see it, clear as day upon her usually preppy face. The reason? The new transfer student, a fae named Charlie, had been hogging your attention the second they stepped foot in Nevermore. Whenever you went, Charlie went even when you didn’t share the same classes; Charlie would still follow you like a lost puppy dog. Desperately clinging onto the claim that they were still getting use to Nevermore’s layout or that they ‘forgot’ where a specific classroom was. So when someone offered up their help, Charlie would merely brush it off before going on to say that your help was the only help that they wanted.

At first Enid understood that it was your task to help give Charlie the rundown of the school grounds, the dos and don’ts, the cliques, the extracurriculars and so on. She had the same responsibilities placed on her when Wednesday first arrived to Nevermore and she was thankful for how respectful you were at that time. However what she doesn’t understand was that even after getting accommodated to everything, Charlie seemed to hang on to your side even more then before; Stealing you away from her before she could even utter a word to you and going so far as to shoot her a smug look when the fae dragged you far enough from your friends. This has became so routine that Enid felt it was time to call in for some reinforcements.

“What’s this about Enid.” Wednesday asked straightforwardly as she, Thing, Enid herself and Xavier were scattered about the dorm room in a rather messy formation. Enid heaved a heavy sigh, “y/n has been stolen-“ “y/n has been stolen!? Enid, how come you haven’t told principle Weems about this, they could be anywhere by now. Dead even!” Xavier exclaimed as he stood up from his chair and was about to storm to the door when Wednesday ordered Thing to stop him before he did anything unnecessarily dramatic. “Y/n isn’t really stolen. Enid is just jealous that Charlie keeps taking y/n away from us and when I mean us specifically, I mean her.”

Xavier’s eyes softened as he looked at Enid who was sat at her desk, moping over a framed photo she kept of the two of you after official becoming friends. Her fingers trailed across your smile and the creases they left across your skin before stopping to boop your nose. The poor girl wore her emotions so openly it was a wonder how you haven’t caught onto how badly Enid clings to your arm as you walk down the hallway to class, how she would always save you a seat during lunch and share with you anything remotely good that was up for grabs; Nor how she laughs at everything you said -funny or not- but most of all you didn’t seem to notice the sparkle in her eyes that Enid would get when you enter the room as though you had life and light behind you.

Everyone could tell Enid liked you but it was the hard task of making you see that her actions were based more then kindness and friendship like you’ve let yourself believe. Thing would on the verge of screaming, Wednesday looked as though she was contemplating murder, Enid was the literal definition of a lost puppy and Xavier himself felt like a disappointed dad at your nativity towards her advances. “I’ve heard of Charlie, seen them around a couple of times but even I can tell their bad news and I don’t want y/n getting dragged in that.” Xavier said as his eyes darken in protectiveness. You were his friend first and foremost and he wasn’t about to let some fae get away with any devious dark shit that they might have up their sleeve.

“None of us do. So how about we devise a plan to keep Charlie at bay whilst you grab y/n, taken them somewhere secluded like my art studio for instance and confess your feelings?” Enid perked her head up at this and looked at Xavier with a hopeful expression. “You think it could work? You think I could get my y/n back from the evil clutches of that…that bitch.” Xavier shrugs, “it’s worth a shot, I’m game if you are,” he turns to Wednesday and Thing, “Wednesday? Thing? You guys in?” Thing scurried to a marker pen on the desk and used it to draw two thick horizontal lines across his skin on either side before tossing away the marker.

Wednesday looked up from Thing to address Xavier with a blank stare, “Thing and I are in but we’ll mostly be your eyes in the skies for this operation. As much as I hate to say this but y/n is my,” she swallowed thickly, “friend too and Charlie shall pay the price for taking what doesn’t belong to them.” Enid practically felt giddy at her friends willingness to help her get you back that she couldn’t conceal the squeal that left her lips as she hugged Xavier so tight, the poor boy swore he was loosing oxygen.

“Awww, Thank you guys! Thank you guys so much for helping me out! I love you all so much, you have no idea how much this means to me!” Xavier was practically tapping out at this point at how insanely strong Enid was before reminding himself that she was a werewolf. Just a werewolf unable to transform; Still the immense strength that a werewolf possesses was no joke. “Just glad to be part of the team.” He croaked, feeling about ready to pass out.

The day of the operation had finally came to ahead and everyone was firmly in position from were Thing had texted them to be on Wednesday command, seeing as she still refused to become a mindless, chronically online footstool of social media and the internet. Enid was riddled with nervousness and her mind was plagued with doubts. What if you didn’t like her? what if Charlie had manipulated you against her and your friends by spreading false rhetoric? You surely couldn’t believe them, could you? Xavier, who was stood nearby, saw her uncertainty and crossed over to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, it’s all going to be okay Enid. This plan will work and you’ll have y/n by the end of the day.” Enid looked at Xavier, her fingers were pulling at the loose thread of her cotton candy coloured sweater out of habit. “How can you be so certain that this won’t blow up in our faces?” She said upsettingly, fearing the worst that was yet to come from all this should their plan prove fruitless. Xavier smiles sympathetically at the werewolf, “I just know that y/n ain’t the type to submit to the whims of a siren song without a fight. I believe that y/n knows us better then to believe someone else’s lies, they’re more then aware of how we are,” he grasped her shoulder in reassurance, “how you are and they wouldn’t want you any other way. As cliche as it maybe but you just gotta believe.”

Enid smiled mid-way through Xavier’s speech, remembering all the trouble you, herself and Wednesday always seem to get into on an daily basis. However you never seemed to waver under it all, rather yet you chose to stand strong alongside her to embrace it all. She remembered asking how you haven’t left them yet and you shot her a bright smile that could put the stars to shame that night. Enid remembered your response and clung to it tightly as her resolve. You were loyal, compassionate, strong and free spirited. She’d be damned that she let that go now after everything you’ve gone through together.

“You’re right,” Enid says, “I just gotta believe and see this through and emerge victorious.” Xavier beamed with pride but just before he could say anything, his eyes darted elsewhere and naturally, Enid followed his line of sight before they stopped short on you but no Charlie in sight. Xavier looked back at Enid to see that she was already looking at you with longing and decided that now was the time to act. So he gently shoved her into your arms, causing you both to fumble for stability before taking notice of how close you were to the one another. Enid was at a loss for words as she couldn’t help but take a really good look at you and your beauty, so much so that it left her breathless.

“Hi Enid, I’m sorry for not spending as much time with you anymore I-“ “I like you.” You both fell silent at the abrupt confession but due to how in line with Enid’s personality it was, you couldn’t help but laugh heartily, leaning against her shoulder for support. “I like you too Enid, every time I was with Charlie, you were always on my mind.” You said as you pulled away to cup her face in your hands as her hands immediately come up to rest on top of yours. She smiled brightly as her eyes shone like stars that you always found yourself getting lost within. “Really?” She asked, “you really think of me when your with…them?”

“Of course I do, you’re my best friend!” Xavier, Wednesday and Thing -if possible- facepalmed at your words, groaning in disbelief as Enid’s smile faded off of her lips, pulling away from you slightly. “No… I don’t think you understand that when I said I like you y/n, I meant it in a romantically.” You blinked once, twice, three times before leaning towards Enid to press a kiss to her cheek. “I totally knew that.” You chirped but Enid only laughed as she rested her head against your shoulder. “No you didn’t,” she chuckled. “You’re right I didn’t but I’m glad we cleared that up or this would’ve been very awkward.” You said, holding the girl tightly in your arm as hers came to your waist. “Yeah, mega awkward.”

[herlondonboy]

Sorry Is Just A Word

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x sibling!reader / Enid Sinclair x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: being the sibling of Wednesday Addams has its ups and down. An up being that no one messed with you, a down being that no one chose you.

Warnings: angst, ooc Enid, ooc Wednesday, it was supposed to be happy, spelling mistakes, first person. I got bored, again. Low quality.

Word Count: 1.4k

Wednesday and I were polar opposites. For example: Wednesday always looked like she was half dead whilst my skin was always popping with colour; Wednesday was feared by our peers at Nevermore and I was babied by them, and more.

Being transferred to Nevermore was a fresh start for the both of us. No one would know that Wednesday failed to kill the jock that bullied Pugsley and I could make friends without being nicknamed ‘Pigsley’s Pussy Sibling’. When we had first arrived at Nevermore I had discovered that my mother and father had requested that I share a dormitory with Wednesday. But to stop my sister from completely shutting out the outside world, Principal Weems had installed a second floor to a student named ‘Enid’s’ dorm room.

My first time meeting Enid she had hugged me and tried to do the same my sister. She almost lost her arms. But when Enid touched me, I could have sworn that I felt a spark. Her smile was warm and reminded me of home. Is this what love at first sight feel like? I had to ask myself.

Being around Enid didn’t get any easier. She’d speak to be about her crush, Ajax Petropolus on a daily and it made my heart burn. (Disclaimer, heart burn isn’t as fun as it sounds, sadly). Wednesday consoled me, though it clearly wasn’t her strong suit. She couldn’t figure out why I cared so much about what Enid thought of me or of other people.

There was something about Enid, though. Maybe it was the way she could light up every room with her smile, or how she’d managed to break down Wednesday’s walls in a few months. Hell, it was probably the fact that she cared for me the way she did. But that something had me completely bewitched.

The tips of her hair were dyed blue and pick, like Harley Quinn. Maybe I could be her Poison Ivy.

Once Wednesday found out about my crush, she had told me to go for it. ‘The worst that can happen is she says no.’ Wednesday had told you, and you believed her.

“I don’t see why you’re so smitten with her.” Wednesday had muttered flatly, cutting off my bickering with Thing. I leaned down from my floor and looked at my sister who sat, clicking away at her typewriter. “You remind me of father, it’s revolting.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t find love foolish and a waste of time, Wednesday Friday.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” Wednesday said.

I hummed, but didn’t respond as I sat back up and looked to Thing. “How am I gonna ask her out?” I asked with wide eyes.

“You could always practice on me.” Wednesday mumbled.

“Nope. You’d hurt my feelings too much.” I shook my head. “Thing?” He held his thumb up. “Okay. Uhm. Enid Sinclair, I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the first time that I saw you. I didn’t know what love was until I came to Nevermore, and although you’re crushing hard on that stoner, I was wondering if one date would make you see me?” I looked at Thing, not knowing if my words made sense.

I didn’t even notice the door creek open as I tried again.

“No, uhm, Enid, I’m madly in love with you. I know that I’m not Ajax or a tortured artist, but I could be something cool if you’d let me show you.” I furrowed my eyebrows, frowning as Thing waggled his fingers ‘no’. “Okay. Uh, Enid. Please will you go go on one date with me? I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you, and I think you’d like me too if you got to know me a little.”

“The first one was good.”

I jumped, falling off the floor and onto the wood by Wednesday’s bed. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I looked at Enid who was smiling above me. “Did you hear all of that?”

She nodded as I pushed myself onto my elbows. “Pathetic.” I heard Wednesday murmur.

“I think I’ll accept your date offer.” Enid smiled widely, helping me up.

“Holy- Shoot, really?” I asked, matching her smile, dusting myself off.

She nodded and my whole world stopped.

-

The night of the date came an Enid was nowhere to be found. I began to fear the worst. Being an Addams meant having lots of enemies and if Enid had crossed paths with one of them on the way to our date, I would never forgive myself.

After being sat for half an hour I began getting antsy and left the rooftop picnic to go to our dorm. I opened the door slightly and saw Enid’s half of the room empty and untouched since the morning.

I sighed and pushed the door open further. “Wednesday, you haven’t seen Enid, have you? She didn’t show up to our…” The words got lodged in my throat when I saw Enid on top of my sister. Their lips were locked in a kiss and I was frozen.

Wednesday gasped at my voice and pushed Enid to the side of her. They both looked towards me and I looked down, stifling the sobs that forced their way out of my mouth with my hand.

It felt as if I had fallen into a cactus, and my heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It hurts so bad. I choked as i heaved a painful breath, turning on my heels.

The two girls shared a look before getting off the bed and rushing after me. I was quick though and they lost me. “Where are they?” Wednesday asked Enid breathlessly. It felt like they’d done five laps of Nevermore Castle.

“Uhm.” Enid tried to think. “T-The roof! That’s where we were supposed to-“ She cut herself off with a gulp.

Wednesday nodded and sprinted to the steps she made it to the top and pushed open the metal door to see me with my knees to my chest, amidst the mess of the picnic around me. “y/n.”

I flinched and stood to my feet, stepping away from her with teary eyes. “I hate you!” I exclaimed. “I never should have trusted you. You made me think, no, believe that someone could actually like me more than you. You-you told me to go for it when you knew she liked you. How could you?”

Wednesday stayed silent at my words. There was nothing for her to say. Do you know what it feels like to have your heartbroken? It feels like someone you trusted with your life just ripped out your heart whilst keeping eye contact with you. Every part of my chest ached and hurt.

“I really thought- i thought that for once I’d drawn the long straw.” You words came out muffled as blue lines shot out of your hands, going in every direction.

Enid then came up, looking at the mess of rose petals and candles. The note that had gotten stuck under her shoe.

“And you!” I pointed at Enid. “Why would you even accept my invitation if you didn’t like me? What did you think would happen? You’d hook up with my sister then appear at our date and act like nothing is wrong and expect me not to find out, huh?”

“y/n, I’m sorry.” Enid said softly.

“Sorry is just a word, Enid. It has no meaning here. Unless you can find a way to turn back time and erase what you did, I won’t be forgive you. Either of you.”

“y/n, please-“ Enid took a step forward.

“Stay away from me!” I exclaimed. A large bolt of electricity short out of my hand and struck Enid’s chest, making her collapse.

“What did you do?!” Wednesday yelled, the sporadic sense of emotion in her voice startled me. I looked at her and saw an unmoving Enid in her arms. “What did you do?!” She repeated. There were tears in her eyes, but I wasn’t sure if it was from guilt or from Enid being hurt.

My hands shook as I took a step forward. Wednesday glowered at me, daring me to take another step. Enid looked dead. And although I was still mad at her, I felt awful. Wednesday shielded Enid from me before picking her up and carrying her downstairs.

What have I done?