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nayeonie-posts · 11 days

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I really love puppy love omg 😭😭 what about when puppy like reader gets really injured by someone and ends up in the clinic and tries to hide it so that wednesday wont notice? Its up to you if you wanna write it!

ty babe! i’m glad you like it

i might’ve gone a little overboard and wrote more than i thought i would, enjoy!

Okay. Maybe picking a fight with a 6’2 giant wasn’t your brightest idea.

It started in fencing class, you making your way towards Enid, for a pair exercise. Wednesday wasn’t in class today, opting instead to sneak out and work on the hyde case, she had mentioned briefly.

“Yeah dude, Wednesday is sooo into me. I can feel it. She’s been giving me so many signals.” You hear as you walk past Xavier and his hoard of friends.

You can’t help the sudden tug in your heart, and the small voice in your head that said maybe he was right.

Wednesday had been spending a lot of time with Xavier lately, but she had claimed it was for the hyde case. It didn’t help the swell of jealousy that surged through you whenever you saw them though.

Stupid feelings. Why are you jealous anyway? It’s not like you and Wednesday are together.

A voice cuts you out of your thoughts, “Totally dude, and when you finally hit that, you gotta tell me alll the details alright?”

Your face scrunches in disgust, hands on both sides of your body starting to clench into fists.

“You know I will. I swear, she’s all over me. Next time we’re alone together, it’s on.” Xavier replies, drawing an emphasis on the last word.

Nope, that’s it.

You turn sharply and bring your clenched fists up to your face, resembling the stance of a boxer.

It probably looked a little funny, since you were what, a million feet shorter than him? But you honestly couldn’t have cared less in the moment.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” You hiss, eyes hard and unforgiving.

Xavier stays quiet for a moment, then let’s out a loud laugh.

“And what are you going to do about it, huh? Wednesday’s not here to protect your ass this time.” He drawls, smirk on his crusty thin lips.

He leans in, too close for comfort and whispers, “Wednesday would never give you the light of day. You’re so pathetically in love with her, all of us can see it. But Wednesday’s in love with me.”

He pauses for a moment, like he’s trying to think of something good to say.

“And when we finally fuck, i’ll be sure to send you some photo evidence.”

That does it. You snap, lunging forward and grabbing his hair, pulling harshly.

“Ow! Get off of me!”

It’s hard to remember what happens next, you’re so lost in the fury and rage of it all you can barely register that you’re suddenly on top of him, pummeling his stupid face with all your might.

You grin in satisfaction as you see blood start to make its way from his lips down to his neck.

But your luck doesn’t last very long, and he manages to kick up at a certain weak spot between your legs, leaving you to stumble and hit the floor.

Groaning, you try and get up, but he’s faster. The adrenaline is fading away, and you’re starting to realize that he is in fact a lot stronger, even if you hate to admit it.

You start to lose feeling in the right side of your face, where his knuckles have collided against your skin. Bruises form so fast you almost let out a chuckle, was your skin really that sensitive?

“That’s enough! Xavier get off YN.” The teacher’s voice booms. Could he really not have cut in sooner?

“Enid, take YN to the nurses office.”

You barely register Enid and Ajax rushing over to you, taking you in their arms and dragging you out the classroom.

You smile a toothy grin at them.

“Did I win?” And then everything turns to black.

______

When you wake up again, Enid’s at your side immediately, looking down at you, worry prominent in her eyes.

“YN! Are you okay?”

You nod, only to find out that it’s extremely difficult to move your head and not feel like you just broke every bone in your body.

“I’m good.” You croak.

You look around the room, relieved to find that Wednesday wasn’t there. You don’t think you could bear the look she would give you, so full of worry and so unlike Wednesday.

“Where’s Wednesday?” You manage out, looking at Enid expectedly.

“She hasn’t come back from Jericho yet.” Enid confirms your suspicions, sounding a little uneasy.

“Xavier’s really got to watch his back, I have no idea what Wednesday’s going to do when she finds out about this, but it’s NOT going to be pretty.” She continues, eyes wide.

At that, your own eyes widen, and you try to shake your head.

“No no, Enid, please don’t tell Wednesday about this. I don’t want her to see me in this shape.” You reach for Enid’s hand, making sure she’s looking at you.

“But…”

“Please, Enid. You don’t have to lie or anything, just tell her you don’t know where I am. I’ll be good in a couple of days.” You plead.

“Alright, fine.” She mumbles, taking your hand in hers and rubbing the back in comfort.

——

The next few days are spent in agony. The pain is starting to subside, but you still look like a beat up raisin. Purple and green bruises litter your skin, but the real sense of pain is coming from the distance between you and Wednesday.

You two had grown….very somewhat close the last few months, though the both of you would never admit it.

It was extremely hard trying to avoid Wednesday, and even harder to cover the bruises on your face. One good look and you knew she would’ve figured it out.

So for the past week, you’ve stumbled into bushes, fallen over benches, and hit the corridor walls in an attempt to swerve from Wednesday many times.

Every time she tried to approach you, you’d hang your head low, never meeting her eyes.

It was going well for the most part, until Ms.Thornhill had decided she wanted people to work in pairs.

You crossed your fingers, praying to the lord that you didn’t even worship you wouldn’t be stuck with Wednesday.

But to no avail, your luck once again ran out.

“Wednesday Addams, YN LN.”

You sigh loudly and make your way over to sit next to Wednesday, still avoiding her eye at all costs.

Most of the lesson is spent in silence, both of you lost stirring in your thoughts.

Then, “Why have you been avoiding me?” Wednesday says, hurried, like she couldn’t help it from slipping.

You sigh, for what feels like the millionth time that day, and manage a quiet, “I haven’t been avoiding you Wednesday.”

It comes out so weak, you wouldn’t have even believed yourself.

“Yes you have. I want to know the reason, have I done something wrong? Maybe I said something to hurt your….feelings?” She pauses before the last word, tone turning uncertain.

You frown.

“No of course not Wednesday, I just…” You trail off.

You turn to Wednesday, determined to give the performance of a lifetime, but forget that your face still looks like a bruised peach, and you definitely shouldn’t look her in the face.

You let out a final sigh and pull the head of your hoodie down, feeling small under Wednesdays stare.

Her eyes widen a little at the sight of you, and worry fills them. You can’t help but feel a tinge of happiness at how much she seems to care, letting the emotionless mask slip for a second.

She stands up suddenly, startling you and the 20 other people in the room.

“Ms. Thornhill, may YN and I please be excused?”

Wednesday doesn’t wait for Ms.Thornhill to answer before taking you by the wrist and dragging you out.

She doesn’t say a word until she gets to her dorm, quickly opening the door and throwing you in.

“Wednesday?” You squeak.

She turns and reaches out to touch your face, thumb rubbing just the slightest on your bruises.

A gentleness she didn’t know she possessed took over, still moving her hand in small circles all over your face.

“Who did this to you?” She murmurs, and her voice is filled with such intense worry it makes you want to break down.

Your head falls down on instinct, staring at your shoes like they’re the most interesting piece of art in the world.

Wednesday grips your chin and tilts your face back up, inches away from you.

Then she’s placing her hands on your waist, hands rigid, like she’s nervous.

You look so vulnerable, and she might’ve even say sort of adorable, she can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to your cheek, on top of the scar.

Your breath hitches in your throat, body stiff.

She continues giving you little pecks all around the bruises, and you relax in her arms.

After a while, she pulls away, and you grab at her on instinct. She lets you, body pressing up to yours once again.

“You never answered my question.” She says.

“Xavier. He said something bad about you, but it doesn’t matter now. This is much better.” You mumble as you dig your face in her uniform.

She tenses up at this.

“He’s going to die a slow, painful death. And not the satisfying kind.” She decides, hand wrapping around your waist protectively.

You hum, “Who cares? I just wanna stay like this.”

The two of you don’t say much after that, content in simply being in each other’s presence.

When you get to class the next day, you bite back a smirk when you see Xavier’s positively beaten up face.

You walk over to him, acting all nonchalant.

“Yeah dude. She’s soooo into you.”

A/N: I kinda really enjoyed writing that, ty anon! Wednesday’s such a sweet softie on the inside.

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nayeonie-posts · 11 days

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you asked for wednesday x reader so i will request 😩

wednesday x reader where r is really sweet and kind, but can’t stand up for themselves so they bullied. one day their bullies attack them and wednesday comes to their aid and helps comfort r after?

Hey, hope this is soemthing like what you were hoping for!! :)))

wednesday addams x reader

The day was going well so far. You had woken up early enough that you were able to join your girlfriend, Wednesday, on her early morning walk around the campus. You called it a walk; she called it eerily lurking, deciding who her first victim of the day was going to be. How adorable.

It was only when you had to separate from your girlfriend during lunch. She had a Hummers meeting and as much as you loved Eugene, you did not want to spend an hour talking about every minute detail he could think of about bee cycles. Youd heard enough in-depth facts about a bees mating rituals and their anatomy to have you set for life.

And being away from Wednesday meant that to this particularly aggressive group of Furs, you were an easy target.

“Oh, look who we have here,” a rather large member of the group said, leaning over you as you sat on a bench in the quad. “If it isn’t poor little y/n.”

The werewolf was practically growling directly in your ear as you shrunk back in your seat, trying to make yourself as small as possible and leaning away from him. Your eyes darted around the quad, hoping to see one of your friends. No such luck today, you don’t know how they worked it out, but they always, always, caught you when no one you knew was around to help.

With a speed that only a werewolf could have, he held you arm in an iron tight grip. “Not so tough without your little girlfriend around anymore, huh? That’s a little pathetic, don’t you think? Even someone as weak as you shouldn’t need to rely on, what is she again? A psychic? Real scary.”

You tried to pry his hand off of you, a searing pain flooding your arm, “please, let go. I- I don’t know what I did but please, please just let me go,” there were tears welling up in the corner of your eyes and God you hated how fragile it made you look.

Laughter rippled through the group at your quiet pleas, a few mocking the pain in your voice. You wouldn’t be surprised if the young boy was actively trying to snap your bone in half.

“If you do not remove your filthy paws from my girlfriend you won’t have hands attached to your body for much longer,” at the sound of Wednesday’s voice from behind you, you sighed in relief.

The pain in your arm lessened when his hand was suddenly wretched from your body, Wednesday holding his wrist up in such an angle that it looked anything but natural, the contorted expression on the boys face proving your assumption that he was in seven different kinds of pain.

You watched a morbidly satisfied expression cross your girlfriends face as she applied more and more pressure onto the wailing werewolf’s arm, making a snarky remark about the banshees she that lingered in the forest by her home that screamed less than he did.

The rest of the group had rather wisely dispersed at the sight of Wednesday, and the few that tried to be brave ran with their tails in between their legs when they saw the homicidal glint in her dark eyes.

“Wednesday,” you placed a gentle hand on your girlfriends shoulder.

“Yes, Cara Mia?” her gaze softened as she turned to you, worry and adoration etched into her features.

“Its okay, you can let him go. Its not worth the trouble. No murder, no permanent injuries, remember?”

“But-“ at the look on your face, she held back a sound that was a mix between a groan and a growl, biting the inside of her cheek.

Before she released the pathetic excuse of a werewolf’s wrist, she twisted it in one quick motion, relishing in the audible crack of one his bones. It was definitely one of her favourite sounds, bones breaking due to her own hands.

The malicious look in her eyes immediately vanished as she pulled you towards an empty classroom. Once you were alone, she delicately held your face in her hands, wiping at your still teary eyes.

“My love, you cannot let imbeciles like that torment you for their own amusement.”

You loved that only you got to see the stark contrast to how people normally saw Wednesday, yes, she still portrayed her love for everything demonic and gory – in even more detail and passion with you, actually – but the softness in her gaze, the gentle words she showered you with whenever she could, the way she touched you as if she were afraid anything too harsh would send you shattering into the floor. It made your heartbeat with pride, with honour at being the only person who could feel what it was like to be loved by Wednesday Addams.

“It’s okay, Wends. I’ll be okay,” you shot her a small smile, not wanting to talk about the subject too much.

“I will always be here to protect you, Cara Mia, even when you can protect yourself, I will be by your side.”

“I’m sorry that you have to stand up for me, I just … I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Instead of meeting Wednesday’s intense gaze like you usually did without a seconds hesitation, you trained your eyes on the floor,

“I know what you are thinking, y/n. You are not a burden, you are not a hinderance. It’s people like that overgrown dog who are the weakest within society. They don’t deserve to even be able to breathe the same air as someone as magnificent as you.”

Your body practically melted in Wednesday’s hold as she placed a gentle kiss to your lips and enveloped your body with her own. How she could be so small yet so unbelievably strong was a mystery, but you still leant into her strength, her ferocity and allowed it to wash over you. hoping that one day you would learn a trick or two from your girlfriend who found a tad too much pleasure in inflicting bodily harm onto those who bullied you.

Wednesday Addams would do anything to keep you safe, to ensure that you felt happy and loved. She would stop at nothing to make sure you knew how much you deserved happiness, how you deserved nothing less of unequivocal devotion.

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nayeonie-posts · 20 days

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I get so excited when I see a new story from you! I was hoping you'd do a Marilyn x fem student reader where reader is an identical twin. Reader isn't as strong, smart or as charismatic as her twin, in fact her twin has always been more popular, people had befriended reader just to get closer to her sister, it has made reader feel like she's somehow less than her sister and reader always feels like she can't measure up to twin.

The one thing that reader has is her crush on her botany teacher, Marilyn. Marilyn is so sweet to her, plus, Marilyn is the only one that can easily tell the twins apart, something no one but their parents can do.

I was hoping this to be a hurt/comfort fic, where something happens to cause reader to come into the conservatory for solace late one night to cry thinking it was late enough that Marilyn wouldn't be there but Marilyn comes in to see reader sobbing. Horrified Marilyn wraps her in her arms and reader cries and tells her about her insecurities. Marilyn comforts her and tells her that reader is the twin that makes her heart flutter not the other twin. And maybe some kisses and reassurances?

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Differences

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of bullying, hurt & comfort

Word count: 4,082

Summary: You were sick of being compared to your twin sister. She’s perfect you’re not. Now you have to face the stupid and cocky attitude of your twin…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

For you, the best moment of the day was to sit in a corner of the quad, turn on your Ipod, and start listening to music, forgetting about everything. Living in Nevermore was not strange for you, you always studied there with your sister, you were used to werewolves, gorgons and vampires.

You weren't anything like that, you could simply move things with your mind, the lowest and most stigmatized category in the outcasts world.

The tranquility you felt would soon disappear. Divina, a member of the most popular group of students, turned to you with enthusiasm.

“Rachel, I've been looking for you everywhere,” she told you before sitting next to you. You didn't say anything, you took off your headphones and looked at her curiously.

“I don't…” You said.

“Wait, wait, I have things to tell you,” she said, interrupting you. “I came running as soon as I found out. It turns out that what they say about Bianca and Xavier is true,” she told you excitedly.

“Great, but I…” You said, being interrupted again.

“They say that last night they saw them entering the library alone. I can't believe it, what has Bianca seen in that loser? Really, they don't suit at all. Xavier is a very strange boy, always stuck in that shed next to his paintings. He's not on the same level as Bianca, surely he'd be a better match for your sister.”

“With my sister,” you repeated, blinking rapidly.

“Yes. He is just as weird as her. They’re two of a kind, don't you think? Although, well, you told me that she didn't like boys… “ You rolled your eyes and frowned.

“Sure, sure, she's a loser.”

“Honestly, I find it hard to believe that you two are sisters, you have nothing to do with (Y/N),” the siren said, dropping by your side. “No offense.”

“I'm not offended, my sister is a real nuisance,” you ironized. The young woman wasn't smart enough to understand sarcasm, so she nodded smiling.

“Well, she doesn't bother that much either. She never talks to anyone, it's as if she didn't exist,” she said amused, laughing. You played along until you abruptly stopped laughing, crossing your arms.

“Idiot,” you said. The girl stopped laughing and looked at you scared.

“What?”

“You're an idiot, you, my sister and all your stupid group,” you said, savoring each word. Divina suddenly realized the mistake she had made and stood up with trembling hands.

“(Y/N)…” She murmured.

“Yes, I’m (Y/N). If you're looking for my sister, she's with her boyfriend at the lake. Asshole,” you said, getting up from the bench where you were sitting and leaving the siren speechless.

It was not the fist time that happened. You had a twin sister, identical to you. Everyone confused you, it was inevitable, wearing the uniform there was no way to see any difference. But when it came to behaving it was very easy to know who was (Y/N) and who was Rachel.

Your sister was very lucky to make it to Nevermore. Despite the unglamorous of your ability, she managed to integrate into the most exclusive group in school, along with sirens and silly girls who are dedicated to criticizing others.

You didn't care, you were used to being the silly sister, the weird and quiet sister. You had no interest in making friends. She, your sister Rachel, was the best at everything. The one who got the best grades, the one she won in all competitions and the most loved by everyone. It was very frustrating that all of her friends came to you to tell you her virtues and talk about your flaws if you didn't exist.

Sometimes you wished you were a little more like her. Being charismatic, attracting the attention and interest that people felt for her. They were just fleeting thoughts. Your inferiority complexes couldn't dominate your life the way they were. You just waited until it was time for you to finish high school and go your separate ways, to travel to a place far away from your sister, where you could be yourself, and not some kind of faded reflection.

While you were walking, you saw your sister in the distance, arm in arm with the petulant and cocky Brad, her boyfriend. You remembered the things that her friend told you, the information that was supposed to be confidential that she had revealed to the small elite of Nevermore. You snorted and walked determinedly.

“Hey, you,” you said, drawing your sister's attention. She turned and looked at you with disgust.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” She asked with a superior pose, very typical of her.

“Stop telling my life to your little friends,” you answered. Her boyfriend smiled shyly at you. He wasn't a bad boy, but he didn't know how to choose a girlfriend, he chose the most harpy shrew in the whole school.

“Your life? Who is interested in your life?” She said jokingly. You clenched your fists and closed your eyes so as not to grab your sister by the neck and squeeze it hard.

“It seems your friends are quite interested. Rachel, why do you have to go around saying that I like girls?” You asked. Brad cleared his throat, surely wanting to disappear from that place.

“I haven't said anything,” your sister defended herself. You laughed exaggeratedly.

“You liar, Divina told me,” you hissed, fighting with your wishes to punch her.

“To you? No one talks to you...” She said ironically, looking at her nails arrogantly.

“She has me confused with you, stupid!” You yelled nervously, causing your twin to raise her eyebrows. “I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm the wonderful dance queen Rachel…”

“Well, change your face then,” she told you, joking. You were red with rage, but you didn't want to put on a show either.

“Change it yourself,” you answered.

“I'm the eldest,” she answered, defiantly. You laughed at the absurdity of that conversation.

“You're older than me by two minutes, don't be absurd,” you said.

“You're such an envious, (Y/N), that's your problem. Anyway, I'm not going to waste time with you, come on, Brad.”

You wanted to scream, to throw anything that wasn't hooked to the ground at your sister. The helplessness became unbearable. You didn't understand what was the problem that everyone had with you, why your sister was the best and you were just annoying, a ghost that had taken away all the bad luck that she didn't have. It would be better to return to your music, the only refuge you had left.

The days passed with that horrible routine. You distanced yourself even more from people, you wanted to avoid being confused again. But you were in a school, there were times when it was impossible to get away from everything, the classes.

“Who can tell me the name of this beauty?” Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, asked. You raised your hand enthusiastically, you knew the answer. The redhead nodded at you smiling.

“It's a cactus flower,” you said sure of yourself. The teacher nodded satisfied.

“Very good, (Y/N), it is not easy to distinguish a flower without the rest of the plant, many times it has nothing to do with it, but I am glad to see that there are people who see beyond appearances, good job.”

You lowered your head with flushed cheeks.

Botany class was like an oasis in a desert. The teacher, Marilyn Thornhill was the only thing that could make you smile. She was good, kind, and above all, she possessed a virtue that no one besides your parents had. She was able to know who you are. She knew who Rachel was and who you were. Despite dressing the same, having the same hairstyle and the same face, she could tell you apart without any problem.

“That's all, see you tomorrow guys,” the redhead said when the bell rang. They all got up as if their lives depended on it, as if they wanted to flee from that place. You knew that Marilyn was normi, and that some of your classmates didn't agree with being taught by one of those prejudiced people. It made you very nervous to see their continuous contempt for her. “And remember to look for the book I told you about in the library!” She yelled, being ignored again. Marilyn sighed and shook her head.

When she turned around, she found surprised that you were still there.

“(Y/N), aren't you going with your classmates?” She asked curiously, ordering all the material she had taken out in class. You shook your head.

“I was wondering if I could help in any way,” you said shyly. The redhead seemed surprised and she tilted her head.

“It is not very common for students to want to help me, where is the trick? Are you going to write no normis on any of the plants?” She asked. You backed away, shaking your head profusely.

“I would never do that…” You said with pity, realizing that for her you were just another outcast, one who hated normies in the same way as the rest. Marilyn closed her eyes and sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Please, excuse me, I think I'm getting a little paranoid…”She told you with a soft voice. You smiled, not giving importance to that accusation. “Of course you would never do it, I don't know where my mind is.”

“Can I ask you something?” You said, remembering the small detail of her visual acuity with you and your sister. She smiled, nodded, and leaned against her desk. “How can you differentiate between me and my sister? You are the only teacher who can do it...”

Marilyn laughed at that question and seeing her smile made your cheeks blush again.

“Well, if you look at the details it's not difficult,” she said simply, getting a little closer to you. “But what makes me really distinguish you is this...” Marilyn reached her hand towards your hair and grabbed a small lock of white hair that you had hidden.

Feeling the touch of her hand on your face caused thousands of electrical currents throughout your nervous system.

“Oh...” You sighed, being very close to the redhead. “Normally people don't realize it, I usually hide it.”

You could spend hours and hours looking at her, thinking about how good she was, how beautiful she was. You were crazy, you had fallen in love with her hopelessly. Fortunately it was your best kept secret. You couldn't stop thinking about her. Every time you listened to music, you imagined her with you, running away from Nevermore, leaving your sister behind, leaving everything behind. You were delusional. You never tried to find someone right for you, a girl your age. You knew it was impossible, but you lived clinging to the absurd hope that Marilyn's gestures of affection gave you every day. Only with her smile you could forget everything.

“You shouldn't, it gives you a touch of personality,” Marilyn said, letting your hair go and painfully pulling away again.

“My sister pushed me into the fireplace one Christmas…” You said when the horrible memory came back to your head. “That white lock came out of fright.”

Marilyn changed her calm expression to one of horror.

“That's terrible, (Y/N)…” She said looking at you with pity. You shrugged.

“Well, nothing happened to me,” you said without further ado. Marilyn now yes, caressed your cheek affectionately, shaking her head.

“I've always wondered why bad things happen to people like us…” She said in a whisper.

Her hand on your cheek was hot, it made you tender and made your heart beat so fast. You were about to close your eyes to enjoy her caresses.

“I don't know… I wonder too…” You said, with tears in your eyes.

“Well, it's okay, (Y/N), at least we have each other, right?” She told you, giving you a pat on the back. “Anyway, we'd better stop whining. You said you wanted to help me. Alright, help me to move these pots to the back, then to make it up to you I'll invite you to whatever you want in the cafeteria, okay?”

You smiled and nodded excitedly. A coffee with her, it was much more than you thought would happen one day.

From then on, you started staying with Marilyn every day after school. You laughed, you talked about plants... It was just like you dreamed of one day, except for the small detail that it was not the way you wanted to spend your days with her.

One night, after dinner, you decided to take a walk through the Nevermore grounds. After sitting in your usual secluded corner while your sister surrounded herself with half the school, you always needed to get some fresh air, feel the wind on your face to make sure that you were indeed alive, that you were not part of your sister's soul, that you really existed.

“Mmm…” You hummed as you passed under the windows of the rooms. It was the only time you did without music, you preferred to hear the sound of the trees whistling together in the wind.

A rustle behind you alerted you. You turned, but there seemed to be no one behind you. You frowned and continued on your way, shaking your head. You felt like someone was watching you, but you couldn't see it.

You started to walk faster, but it didn't do you much good. A group of guys stood in front of you, led by the worst person you knew, your sister.

“(Y/N), what a joy to see you,” she said crossing her arms. You made a disgusted face and tried to turn away from what seemed to be, without a doubt, a trap. You couldn't, more of your sister's friends blocked your path.

“Hey, leave me alone,” you said, trying to escape. Two of Rachel's friends grabbed you so you couldn't move. “Come on, let me go.”

“You know, little sister? I've been thinking about that little argument we had the other day, and I think you're right. It's not fair that they confuse you with me,” Rachel said, approaching you while you kicked.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, as your twin approached with what looked like scissors in her hand.

“I wish I didn't have a sister as stupid as you, (Y/N). But since I have it and I can't help it, at least I want to avoid being confused with you.”

After those words, she brought the scissors to your hair and cut a lock. You resisted, surely that's why it was only a small piece. You moved, drawing strength from where you didn't have it, while your sister tried to cut more of your hair.

“Let me go!” You yelled, causing an expansive wave that made everyone back. They should know not to mess with someone with telekinesis, at least your sister should know.

“Let's go, I'm sure your stupid sister will get us discovered,” one of the boys said, pulling Rachel's arm.

“Enjoy your new look, (Y/N)…” She said mockingly, before disappearing laughing. You fell to the ground, on your knees, looking at the lock of hair that she had managed to cut off. It wasn't something flashy, but unfortunately for you the scissors had gone too deep and cut that lock of white hair that Marilyn seemed to like.

“No…” You whispered on the floor, desolate, taking that lock and crying inconsolably. The sound of footsteps made you get up. You didn't want any more teasing, there had been too many for that night, Rachel had gone too far.

You ran aimlessly, looking for a place where you could cry without having a thousand eyes watching you. The old conservatory appeared on your way. It was dark, there was no light, there was no one. At that moment it seemed like a refuge, a place to hide. Surely Marilyn wouldn't be here at this time of night.

It was the place where you felt the most happiness, where you spent the most time smiling. It was the perfect place to vent, a kind of safe place.

You entered the glass building. It looked very different without the characteristic dim light it always had.

With awkward steps, sobbing, you went to a corner and dropped to the ground, putting your knees on your chest and crying desperately. In your hand you held that lock of white hair that your sister snatched from you. If that was the only thing that distinguished you, now it was gone. You were missing a little piece of hair, but you didn't give it importance, you cared about having completely lost your dignity, not being able to trust even your own sister. You were devastated and wanted to run away and not look back.

You jumped when you saw the light come on. You had nowhere to go, and what was much worse, it could be your sister, ready to finish what she had started.

Marilyn came humming into the conservatory and set her bag on her desk. She seemed not to have seen you, at least until she turned around.

“My God,” she said, startling herself, placing a hand on her chest. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” She asked trying to calm down.

You were embarrassed, you didn't want to answer. Surely your condition was so horrible that it caught the the redhead’s attention.

“Sweetheart, are you, are you crying...” The teacher whispered, approaching you gently. “Tell me, what's wrong?”

You shook your head, having no choice but to get up. Your face was horrible, full of tears and with red eyes. Marilyn stepped even closer and frowned, noting the obvious lack of hair on the left side of your head.

“What happened to your hair?”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, reaching out and showing the white lock your sister snatched from you.

“My, my sister...” You said sobbing and hiccuping, unable to utter a word without making you want to cry more. “She… She has…”

“Your sister? Has she done this to you?” The redhead asked, horrified.

You nodded, trying to stop sobbing like a little girl. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just moved closer and put her arms around your back, pulling you against her body, hugging you lovingly. Your head rested on her shoulder and your arms embraced her as well, clinging tightly to her clothing.

None said anything. You cried inconsolably while she caressed your hair and your back.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I'm so sorry you have to go through this…” She whispered tenderly in your ear.

“I… I never did anything to her… She has always been the perfect one, the best, everyone's favorite…” You sobbed, confessing some of your many insecurities. Marilyn pushed you away a bit so she could wipe away your tears and shook her head.

“Honey, don't say that… Why would your sister do this to you if what you say is true?” She asked while holding your face in his hands.

“She doesn't want to be confused with me... She says that I'm pathetic and that she doesn't deserve to be compared to me... Shit...” You said, kicking the ground.

“What a nonsense, (Y/N). You are a wonderful girl, much better than your silly sister,” she told you, stroking your hair again, focusing on the missing strands. “She is a horrible person and you are the complete opposite... Don't let be affected by her words.”

You nodded, stopping crying a bit and looked again at the white lock that you still held.

“Besides, now I don't have anything that differentiates me from her... Not even you will be able to recognize me...” You said, without thinking that you were saying that out loud. The cut in your hair was showy, but you knew how to make it not noticeable.

“Oh, honey…” Marilyn sighed, grabbing your hand. “Come here.”

She took you by the hand towards a stone edge, which surrounded the largest tree in the greenhouse and she sat you next to her without stopping caressing you.

“Do you know why I distinguish you (Y/N)?” She asked with a smile. You pointed to her lock of hair. “No, darling... Look, come...” She said, laughing, pulling your head to rest on her chest. You didn't understand anything. “Do you hear it?”

You closed your eyes and began to hear constant blows, heartbeats. You opened your eyes and stayed listening for a moment.

“Your... Your heart?” You said in an almost inaudible tone of voice. She nodded.

“Yes, darling. I know it's you because my heart flutters when I see you, do you understand? Not when I see your sister, only when I see you…” She whispered, lifting your chin so that you could look into her eyes.

You stopped crying and stared at her eyes. You had never been able to see how beautiful they were. You were very close, she was very close. You didn't think you heard those words and those rapid beats in her chest.

“Marilyn…” You sighed, placing yourself at her level. She smiled. “I… I…”

“Shh… Don't say anything honey, just close your eyes,” she whispered in your ear, making all your hair stand on end. You looked at her wide-eyed, curious. Marilyn laughed and ran your hand over them, gently closing them. “Listen to me…”

You held them closed and swallowed hard. You were trembling sitting on that stone edge, when you noticed how some lips gently perched on yours. It wasn't a romantic kiss, like the one in a movie. It was more of a touch, a sensation.

You no longer had anything to lose, you were sure of what you were going to do, and you were not going to stop. It was you, it was you who kissed her first. She came closer, but you kissed her, slightly opening her mouth, deepening that kiss you dreamed of every night. The tears were running down your cheeks again as Marilyn caressed you. She didn't turn away, she didn't run away from you. She kissed you back, softly, silently.

“(Y/N), I don't mean to intimidate you…” She told you after a moment. “I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you... I... I've been wanting to do it for a while, I don't know if you feel the same.”

“I, yes,” you said, resting your head on her chest again. She laughed when she saw how tender you were, the brutal need for love you had. She caressed you, hugged you, kissed you.

Now everything was different. Nothing mattered to you at that moment. Just the warmth of her lips on yours, the warmth of her hands caressing your skin. But you knew those little moments were just that, little moments.

“My girl… You are wonderful,” she told you between slightly more intense kisses. “I don't want you to be sad, honey, I want to see you always smile...”

“I'll try…” You sighed while the redhead caressed your hands with that tender smile. “But it's difficult. Everyone compares me to my sister and now she is worse than ever… I don't know if I can bear it.”

Marilyn gently pulled you back and she kissed you briefly.

“Of course you will bear it, (Y/N). Now you will be with me, and I will not let anything happen to you. I'm not going to let you think you're inferior to that stupid sister of yours. I promise to protect you and love you as you deserve and when the school year is over... Well... Maybe...”

Your eyes lit up when you heard those words. You really liked where the conversation was going.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe you want to come with me, get out of here and start a life together, what do you think, my love? I know it's a bit rushed but...”

You didn't let her finish, you came back to attack her lips without mercy. You had the urgent need to pinch yourself, it seemed like a dream, a wonderful and cruel one at the same time.

“Please... I want to get out of here... I want to go with you... Please...” You said begging. She laughed as she hugged you. “I just want to ask you a question, Marilyn.”

“Okay, honey, ask.”

“This is a dream?”

“If it is, (Y/N), I never want to wake up…”

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Could I request a Marilyn Thornhill x Reader, where reader is having a really terrible day because a series of horrible stuff keeps happening to Reader (For example reader's class work goes mising, her friend stands her up, something spills on reader's outfit and so on). Reader just ends up hiding in her room for the rest of the day. Marilyn notices that reader is missing, she goes to check on reader. Reader kind of jokes that she might be curse and that Marilyn should avoid her. Of course Marilyn doesn't like hearing that. So she does what she can to help reader feel better (I'll leave what kind of relationship Reader and Marilyn have up to you).

a/n so sorry for the wait! i promise im not ignoring requests just needing to find time to write them :) just wanna say as per most of my fics or requests reader is a student and 20. for this prompt its pre relationship. if you’re familiar with my writing i write marilyn not as laurel gates, but having laurel gates uhhh tendencies? so if requested otherwise that's her characterisation, i do also write for canon laurel gates!

title: it'll all work out

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader

tw/warnings: none kinda! just fluff, comfort, and mild panic attacks

summary: you can't cope with the intense wave of what the day throws at you, skyrocketing you into anxiety. and taking comfort in miss thornhill is the only thing that brings you back down

word count: 2160

requests: open!

It starts out like this.

This morning, you slept through your alarm and were late for your Wiccan History class; so late you may as well not have showed up. And no attempt of explaining your situation stopped you from being handed a detention slip from your teacher- your ears burned in embarrassment at the action.

Then, two hours later, Wednesday made a seemingly inoffensive comment about your class work during a dissection and it was the way she said it that made you feel like all your hard work was actually unintelligent, uninspiring, and not worth handing in. And to top it all off, on the way to lunch, a tall, imposing fur accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your phone; cracking it right down the middle and making tears burn behind your eyelids when you picked it up because today sucks and nothing’s gone right and it times like this you wonder why you ever enrolled in this academy in the first place.

Then it all comes fucking crashing down because when you finally, finally make it to your table, Enid reaches across the way with all her usual exuberance and excitement because her girlfriend Wednesday sits down across from her and she-

Enid gasps, eyes wide and panicked as her thermos filled with hot coffee pours over the table and across to you. It soaks the class notes you were working on, just melting the ink of 4000 words from Botony class that you were slaving over and you immediately jump up, lips parting in shock as you move back from the liquid.

But it scalds your uniform, your skirt, and barely misses your thighs and you don’t even realise your eyes are being overcome with fresh tears until Enid exclaims.

“Oh my god I’m so so sorry!” Enid rushes out, reaching out and picking up her thermos before it can go any further. Wednesday next to her widens her eyes, shuffling over slightly as it drips through the cracks in the table.

You snap out of your shock, making a noise of panicked frustration.

“No, no no no shit-” You hiss, picking up the ruined essay and immediately dropping it at the temperature. But the damage is done, and you make this tiny noise that sounds like a pained whimper when you squeeze your eyes shut and run your hands through your hair, resigning to all that work being ruined. You bite your lip, so hard you want to taste blood.

Enid, wide eyed and apologetic, looks like a kicked puppy at the mess she accidentally caused. “I-I am so sorry. Seriously, I was just-”

A tear falls down your cheek. Fuck, could this day get worse?

“It’s o-okay, Enid, you didn’t mean to.” You breathe out, trying to reign in your distraught panic attack that’s looming. The rest of the table, Yoko and Divina, look at you with matching pitying looks. You flush and gather your things, unable to stomach their concern that feels like acid in your belly.

“Um, look, I’ll see you guys later?” You rush to say, breath becoming laboured. “I just, I n-need to-”

“Hey,” Yoko softly interjects. “Really, it’s okay, do you want one of us to come with you?”

You shake your head, clutching your laptop and ruined notes that don’t matter anymore to your heaving chest. “No,” You blurt, pressing your lips together apologetically, then retrying. “No, I’m okay. I’ll um, I’ll see you guys at recess.”

You leave quickly, the anxiety building and building so quickly you feel like you’re going to cry if someone so much as touches you. Your throat bobs on a sob wanting to escape, and you rush to your dorm and on the way scrunch up the essay in your hands and throw it in a nearby trash can and so distracted by your impending panic you don’t look up until it’s too late.

You bump hard into someone, gasping and losing your footing immediately. You don’t hit the ground or fall, because two warm, comforting hands are righting you at your biceps and steadying your feet. “Fuck, sorry I-”

When you look up, you blush, because-

“Oh dear, are you okay?” Miss Thornhill breathes out, startled by the bump but covering it up with a polite smile that has your knees just, instantly weak. She’s wearing that green coat and red boots; she smells like the earth and rain and something so comforting you warm.

Her hands haven’t left your arms and you feel even more unsteady and now because she’s here you feel like crying all over again.

“Are you okay, honey?” She says, this little concerned furrow of her brows thrown your way and you part your lips trying to say something, but your eyes are glassy with tears and she called you honey, and you feel all melty and gooey inside.

“Gosh,” She says, righting her glasses from the knock and softly chuckling. “I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry, you just came out of no-”

“I-I’m okay,” You say softly, shifting on your feet. You watch Marilyn tilt her head worriedly at your shaking voice, and almost as if realising her touch, she delicately removes her hands, placing them in her coat pockets instead. You blush with how much you want them back on you.

“Sorry,” You smile back slightly, clearing your throat. “I didn’t see you either. I’m just...super late for my next class.”

You try and lie to save face, because you’re three seconds away from bawling your eyes out, but Miss Thornhill does this adorable scrunch of her nose, checking the inside of her wrist for her watch as she frowns.

“Is that so?” She chuckles out endearingly, looking back up to you and sending you a raised eyebrow. “Your next class is mine, funny enough. If anything, you’re half an hour early.”

“Oh,” You blush, stuttering as you realise the hole you dug. Marilyn sends you an amused look as you flounder. Then everything just- falls into you. The detention. Wednesday’s comment. Your phone. Your essay. The anxiety. And how just one concerned look from Miss Thornhill has you feeling like splitting at the seams.

“I-I uh, must have gotten my timetable mixed up?” Then you sniff and bring your blazer sleeve up to your nose, shutting your eyes in mortification as your throat bobs and you whine on a cry. “Shit, s-sorry I just- I can’t-”

“Oh, dear.” Marilyn breathes out in sympathy, watching you crumble inside of yourself and choke on a cry that bubbles past your lips. You can’t look at her, wiping at your eyes in frustration as you cry in the middle of the hall to the other woman like some pathetic child.

“Sweetie,” She says softly, full of so much care and concern that you look up and flush red at how her hazel eyes are the most gentle you’ve ever seen them.

Then she’s placing her hand at the small of your back, hushing you sweetly. “Are you okay?” She says kindly.

You bite your lip, swallowing thickly as more tears escape. You shake your head, too vulnerable for words as you tighten your laptop and books in your grip against your stomach.

Marilyn notices the reaction, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

“Okay, you’re okay,” She says, coaxing and warm, and your neck goes red at the tone. “Do you want to talk about it? We can go to my classroom, it’s nice and quiet there, would that be okay?”

The way she asks for your consent, how loving she sounds, sends you into a space you feel dizzy in. You nod softly, doe eyes looking up through your wet eyelashes to her. “I...Yes, please.” You breathe out, filled with so much relief your heart aches, pooling and pooling when her hand rubs in soothing circles to your lower back – something that sends shivers up your spine.

Miss Thornhill makes you chamomile tea from her own garden in the conservatory, and when she hands it to you her fingers brush yours and you feel unsteady again and the tears are back then she says “You’re safe here, nothing can hurt you, sweetie. Are you okay? What happened?” and it spills from your lips like water.

At the end of it all, Marilyn is giving you this tender look, like she’s yearning to fix everything that’s wrong; and your hands are tight around the tea mug from where you sit perched on one of the desks, shaking as you stutter and speak through your tears.

“And then Enid, she-” You whine, a frustrated noise leaving your lips at the memory as you screw your eyes shut. “She spilled coffee on my essay for your class and it was already late because you were nice enough to give me an extension but now it’s ruined and I feel like I keep fucking up and just-”

“Darling,” Miss Thornhill interjects softly, stepping forwards and ducking her head slightly to catch your gaze. Darling. Darling. You feel your lower belly swarm with need at the term as you blink back at her in bashfulness. The other woman then gently unwraps your hands from around the scalding tea and places it beside you.

Instead, she takes them in her own, rubbing softly and gently into your palms as your breath hitches and cheeks warm.

“Shh. It’s okay. Take a deep breath for me, okay?” She says warmly, and you instantly copy her as your eyes flick down to her chest, rising with a breath that calms you instantly.

“That’s it, good job, honey.” Marilyn smiles kindly to you, and the soft praise has your throat drying and stomach flipping as you look back up and bite your lip.

“I’m so sorry that happened,” She murmurs sincerely, eyes so genuine and kind behind her glasses that you almost forget how close she is right now. She’s almost between your legs with how she holds you, and your chest picks up at the thought. “That sounds like an awful, terrible day, sweetheart.”

Oh. Okay. You’re floating now, you’re sure of it.

“Yeah,” You breathe out, shifting in your spot, earnestly trying to get impossibly closer to her. If Marilyn notices, she doesn’t comment, but she dosen’t move away. “It was.”

You wince then, groaning and blushing when you remember. “And I’m really, really sorry about the essay. I can get it finished tomorrow if I-”

Miss Thornhill snorts, shaking her head in amusement at you and fixing her glasses. “Oh gosh, that’s hilarious if you think I’m worried about that.”

You widen your eyes, tilting your head. “What?” You stammer. “But, it’s worth like, twenty percent and I’m already two weeks late.” You stress. Marilyn squeezes to your hands, softening at your words.

“There is no way I’m making you redo it after the day you’ve had, okay sweetie?”

You part your lips, heart so heavy with love for her it stuns you. And you don’t really know what to do other than feel tears well in your eyes again, and suddenly your chest goes weightless and you dart forwards, wrapping Miss Thornhill in a hug, arms slinging over her shoulders.

It forces her so close to you, you almost pull back as you feel her front pressed between your legs and brushing up against your thighs - and before you can die of embarrassment at how needy for her affection you feel, Miss Thornhill is making this noise of surprise at your action, a tender “Oh,” leaving her lips that feels like cotton candy inside your lungs.

But then her arms are wrapping back around you.

You feel her breath hitch as you bury into the soft spot of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and holding tight. Marilyn holds back, hands soothing up and down your back as you cling to her.

“It’s okay,” She coos, next to your ear and making you melt.

“You’re okay.” Marilyn says softly. “I’m here.”

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You Fainted!

Marilyn Thornhill X Female Student!Reader ( legal age)

Summary: You start to feel sick in Ms. Thornhill’s class. Not wanting to look bad in front of your peers, you try to hide it until it becomes too much for you.

Warning(s): Implied suicide/sickness, death of a minor character (reader’s mom). Tried to make this ambiguous. It probably sucks.

A/N: she thinks that this is crap and lost track of where in hell’s name she was going with this. Consecutive criticism is appreciated. 2,562 words.

As you sit in your botany class trying to pay attention to Ms. Thornhill’s lecture. Yet it was getting more challenging for you to focus on what she was saying. Your body started to feel heavier than usual; maybe the classroom heat was getting to you; taking a breath to try and regain some of your ability to focus. It didn’t work as you’d hoped it would have. You didn’t want to do anything too psychical, believing it would draw attention o your condition. That was the last thing you wanted, having everyone stare at you for no reason, even if there was a reason you still didn’t want your peers judging you for no reason.

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You Fainted!

Marilyn Thornhill X Female Student!Reader ( legal age)

Summary: You start to feel sick in Ms. Thornhill’s class. Not wanting to look bad in front of your peers, you try to hide it until it becomes too much for you.

Warning(s): Implied suicide/sickness, death of a minor character (reader’s mom). Tried to make this ambiguous. It probably sucks.

A/N: she thinks that this is crap and lost track of where in hell’s name she was going with this. Consecutive criticism is appreciated. 2,562 words.

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hi!! i wanted to know if you were still taking fic requests? if it's the case, would you be okay writing a marilyn thornhill x reader fic where reader has anxiety and/or self harm issues; marilyn finds out about it in a really hard moment for reader and take care of them.

Thank you so much for your ask! I still have one of your old ones on hold (and others! I promise I haven’t forgotten about them, I have them all saved in a file), but today was a bit of a hard day and I wanted to write a short comfort fic. Also I wanted to include a different type of self harm with respect to what is often shown in fics, and I chose overexercising (Yes, it is a form of self harm). Please, if talk of self-harm, overexercising or anxiety is triggering to you, don’t read this fic. It’s really not worth it. Be safe folks, and if you need to talk things through, my inbox is open, always.

On a lighter note, I tried to write the interaction on the platonic side, as I’ve realized that it was something missing from what I’ve written up until now, but I’m not quite sure I managed to do it properly…

Lastly, here's my fanfiction masterlist!

Characters: Marilyn Thornhill/Reader (platonic)

TW: Self harm, Overexercising, Negative thoughts, Anxiety, Minor injury (sprained ankle)

Running yourself down. (Platonic Marilyn Thornhill/Reader)

You could feel your legs burning, almost to the point where they were going out beneath you, but you pressed on, your anxiety fueling you as you made your way around the Nevermore grounds for the fifth time. You just needed to push a little further, run a little longer, for the negative thoughts in your head to be dampened by sheer exhaustion. What started as a coping mechanism had now become the clock around which your day had – pardon the pun – to run. You started feeling like the only way you could face your life was when you had exercised to the point of numbness. You didn’t even enjoy the running anymore, or maybe you never did. But you did whenever you could, in the mornings, lunchbreaks, and in the evenings. You couldn’t stop it anymore.

And then all of a sudden your leaden legs couldn’t lift your feet high enough, and the tip of your left shoe caught on the raised edge of one of the paving stones, pain shot through your ankle and you were tumbling towards the floor in a mess of limbs.

You started sobbing where you fell, in the dark of the pathway off the side to the conservatory. It was all too much, all at the same time. It was as if your body and your mind were screaming at you: all of your muscles, strained by the relentless exercising were rioting; your mind was awash with negative thoughts, berating you on each and every choice you ever made. You were a disappointment, you were useless, you were in so much pain it was difficult to breathe.

“Oh, my darling, what happened?”

You only saw a flash of red boots before you were enveloped in a hug. You could recognize that smell anywhere. Marilyn. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in that embrace, hoping it could last forever.

Unfortunately it didn’t – good things never did – and she pulled away too quickly, her eyes scanning you in the scant light. “Are you injured?”

“Oh, it’s nothing… I think I might have slightly sprained my ankle or something.”

“Let me see…Left or right?” She lifted the leg of your track pants, exposing the offended joint, that was already starting to swell and take on an angry red color. She prodded it lightly, and you didn’t manage to hide the hiss of pain that it caused.

“Come, let’s get you to my office, it’s closer than the infirmary and I can bandage it there.”

You wobbled to your feet, grinding your teeth together as every fiber of your body felt as If it was on fire. You tentatively tried to put your left foot down, only to quickly hold it back in the air. Nonono, not good. You could see Marilyn studying you from the side, almost clinically.

“Come here, lean on me, so you can hop.” It still was not pleasant in the least, each hop jarring your hurt ankle, and putting more strain on your abused muscles, so you tried to concentrate on the way your arm pressed on Marilyn’s tiny shoulders, and her hand held you firmly, grasping your side.

You focused on those small, grounding touches as the both of you wobbled towards your goal and surely enough a handful of minutes later you were sitting in a chair in her office, your pant leg pulled up to your knee, your shoe and sock discarded on the side.

"Here, put this on for a while before I bandage it."

You grasped the ice bag and fiddled with it, trying to occupy yourself with it to avoid thinking. The silence in the room was jarring, leaving free reign to your brain to spiral into a thousand different thoughts. None of them kind, none of them pleasant.

"If you ever need to talk about anything, I am here for you, you know that?"

You swiveled towards Marilyn, who had taken a seat in the chair next to you, and was looking at you as if she could read each and every one of those thoughts. "I-I'm not sure there's anything to say." You fumbled with the ice bag once again and all you could manage to do was to make it drop to the ground. Suddenly the sense of being a failure overwhelmed you once again, and all you could think of were the tears pressing against your lids, making your eyes prickle with the need to just let them flow.

"Hey" Marilyn had moved out of her chair, silent as a fairy, and just as delicate as she kneeled in front of you, picking up the ice bag and holding it on your bruised ankle. Her wide eyes looked up at you, not filled with pity as you thought, but with warm and tender care, and with worry. "You can cry if you want to, you don't have to bottle it all in."

The traitorous tears took that as permission to start rolling down your cheeks, but you angrily wiped them off. You didn't need her to see you as even weaker than you already were. You had already fucked up enough for one night. You looked away from her, but she continued speaking in that soft, caring voice, undeterred.

"I'm not sure what is making you think that you deserve all the punishment you dish out on yourself, but trust me when I say it's not true."

"Punishment?"

"What do you call pushing your body over the pain limit over and over again, multiple times per day, and every day?"

"I'm… I'm just training. I like to run."

"Please, darling, don't try to shut me out with lies. What you do isn't training. It is beating up your body to the point of malfunction."

You had no retort to that. Nobody ever cared enough to question you about it. They just assumed you were a training junkie, or that you were getting ready for a marathon or something. Someone had even asked you for tips for fitness motivation once, and you had to bite your lip to avoid bursting into bitter laughter in their face (somehow you thought that “Just hate yourself” wasn’t the kind of inspiring quote they were looking for).

The silence seemed to grow bigger and bigger in the room, taking up space and making your breath grow shallow with unease until Marilyn decided to break it once again.

"Overexercising is a form of self-harm. And although it might make you feel like it is helping you go through your own mental stuff, it really isn't a solution. Shutting your body down with pain won't shut your mind up. Trust me, I've been through it as well."

Your eyes snapped to hers once again, and you could see a deep understanding there, as well as worry. She knew. She knew because she had done it too.

And suddenly you couldn't stop the tears anymore and you the broken sobs that escaped from your lips and Marilyn let the ice bag unceremoniously drop and once again you were in her arms, hiding your face in the red curtain of her hair. Time seemed to slow as you cried you heart out in her hug. For once, crying didn’t feel like a failure. It felt good. It felt liberating.

"I…I just don't know how else to fix this." talking into her hair was easier than facing her, and you felt the words roll out of your mouth before you could attempt to censor them.

Her hand was rubbing soothing circles on your back, grounding you, as she slowly replied.

"You don't have to do it on your own. I'm here for you, and I am so grateful that you are talking to me. I want you to know that you can always look for me whenever you feel like it's all becoming too much. At any time of day or night, my door is open for you. You are not alone. And if you want, we can arrange a visit to Dr. Kinbott when you feel like it."

You hid a grimace in her shoulder, but she must have felt your movement, because she murmured: "I know she might not seem like the most inviting person ever, but she is a professional, and speaking to her is going to help in different ways than speaking to me will."

"She's just so…beige."

A light chuckle shook Marilyn’s lithe body, reverberating in yours. "That she is. She's also a really good psychiatrist, so think about it, okay? I'm quite sure her beigeness isn't contagious." You snorted at that, but it sounded watery and sad.

“Would you…would you accompany me to her? I don’t think I would go if I had to go alone.”

“Of course, darling.” Her hands tightened around you, “And thank you.”

“What for? Crying and making a mess on your shirt?”

She pulled away slightly, to look into your eyes as she spoke, letting you see all of her honesty shining in her warm brown eyes.

“For letting me help you.”

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if you want i was wondering if you could larissa weems x reader where in the readers past relationships they’ve made the reader feel like an inadequate partner (too clingy, annoying sorta stuff like that) but larissa is there for them to make sure they know how amazing they are and how much larissa appreciates them if this doesn’t interest you totally ignore this hope you have a lovely day :)

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Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1318

Warning: previous abusive/toxic relationship

A/n: Really liked the idea, hope you like my try on it! <3

Larissa had noticed a few strange situations in the past few weeks that you had been together. At first, she didn't think much of it, but they were growing stranger and stranger.

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She had been under the shower when she heard her phone ring. Damn it.

"(Y/n) could you check my phone real fast, it might be important." A few seconds later you had stood in the bathroom, phone in hand.

"I- what? No, I wanted you to answer it. But thanks." She had laughed at it, but you had looked incredibly confused before leaving the bathroom, while she was talking on the phone.

"No, (Y/n). You'll need to take the phone." But you were already out of reach.

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You two had been walking through Jericho, after having had a coffee at Weathervanes as the Sheriff had approached you.

"Principle Weems, Mrs. (Y/l/n), nice to see you." Immediately you let go of Larissa's hand and took a step back. Confused she looked at you but kept on talking to the Sheriff. You just grabbed her hand again when the Sheriff was so far away, he couldn't see you anymore.

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Situations like that had been strange, yes, but she had always tried explaining it somehow. Maybe you didn't like to display affection in public. Maybe you didn't like taking on the phone. But with every situation it got harder finding reasonable explanations.

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Larissa had come home after a long day, incredibly happy to see you. You had already laid in bed, reading a book. She took off her shoes and crawled into bed. Kissing your neck and pulling you closer.

But she fast stopped, sensing that you weren't in the mood.

"(Y/n), we don't have to so this." You looked at her, and for a second she thought she saw panic flash through your eyes.

"No, it's okay. Go on." So she kissed you again, but the usual reaction to her touches wasn't there.

"(Y/n), I can sense that you don't want this. I will not sleep with you, if you don't want to."

"I'm sorry." Your voice had been unrecognisably quiet.

"Darling, there is nothing to be sorry about. We'll just watch a movie or cuddle, okay?"

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And it was fully impossible after the latest situation yesterday.

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Larissa had come home, expecting you to be there. So, of course she was mildly disappointed, when you weren't.

She had called you and asked what had happened to sleeping at hers.

"Oh, I've gotten my period. I'm sorry."

"Aren't you feeling well? I can come over and massage you or bring you my hot water bottle for cramps."

"Oh no, I'm feeling quite alright. I just know you probably don't want me sleeping in your bed, and I'd rather sleep in my bed than on your couch." Larissa was absolutely perplexed at that and didn't say anything for a hot minute. To you that was a sufficient explanation, so you told her you loved her and hung up. Leaving a still absolutely stunned Larissa at the other end.

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The next day, first thing in the morning Larissa's went to your room. You really needed to talk. Gently she knocked and entered after you called.

"Oh, Larissa. God morning." You still laid in bed, having just woken up.

"Good morning, love." Larissa kissed you and opened the curtains, to let the room be flooded with sunlight. She couldn't stop herself from staring at you. You just looked so incredibly beautiful, not really woken up yet and bathed in the sunshine.

She sat down on the edge of your bed, face sterner than before. Stern but still gentle, the look confused you. It made you feel like you had done something wrong, but she would be angry or scold you for it. But that couldn't be, right? Anger and punishment was the reasonable reaction.

"Darling, I want to talk to you." You had done something wrong. Of course, you had. Panic flushed through you, your mind working fast to find out what you had done wrong. Maybe if you'd apologise before she said something she would be less angry. But you had no idea. You had tried so hard not to mess things up.

"Whatever I've done, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to anger or annoy you." Larissa's eyes softened, and she took your hand in hers.

"I'm not angry, why would you think that. I've just noticed a few things in the last weeks that I didn't understand." You slightly nodded, showing her to go on.

"You never use my phone, even if I tell you to. You display nearly no affection in the public at all, you're always very careful with what you say, you apologise an awful lot for awfully much. That were all things I kind of looked over, but I absolutely didn't understand why you didn't sleep over last night, and it seems you always want to sleep with me, even if you yourself aren't in the mood at all. It's as if you'd just follow my word, without looking at your own needs. And as much as I appreciate that, I don't want it. I want you to listen to your body, to your needs and always communicate them." She gently stroked your cheek, you didn't know what to say. You were absolutely startled by her affectionate, loving being. The adoration in her eyes nearly brought you to tears.

"Well I just- my previous partner never wanted me to sleep in his bed when I had my period. He said it was disgusting." You were ashamed even talking about it.

"Firstly that is absolutely horrible. It's an absolute human thing and there is nothing disgusting about it whatsoever. Secondly, I'm a woman too. I also get my period, so if I can handle that I can most definitely handle yours as well. Can I ask, all the rest that I mentioned. Was that also because of your previous partner?" You nodded.

"He had been my first ever boyfriend. I just didn't know better, I thought that's how it's supposed to be, but you're making me question things right now. Her never let me look into his phone, but he had to be able to look into mine at all times. He always told me I was too clingy and affectionate. And if I didn't want to have sex he asked me what I was good for if I didn't pleasure his needs. He always punished me with days of not talking to me, if I'd anger him. And what I feel with you is so much stronger than what I felt for him, so I was really scared to mess thing up and have you not talk to me. I wanted to make you happy at all costs." Larissa was shocked, how could people do something like that? She had had shit relationships and people take advantage of her, but she thought that was mainly because of her ability to shape-shift. But people did this without any reason whatsoever.

"Oh love, come here." She opened her arms for a big hug, which you gladly accepted. Gently she stroked your hair and whispered in your ear.

"What that man did to you is unforgivable. That's not how a relationship works. It's not all about Sex, it's about trust, loving each other, having fun together and being there for each other no matter what. I don't keep any secrets, neither from you, nor from the people at this school. I'd gladly walk through the school and the town, arm in arm, kissing you, showing everyone how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend." You nodded into her chest, clinging to her like a hurt child. But you knew, with Larissa by your side everything would get better. You would get a chance to heal and be unconditionally happy.

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priorities

description: you end up tangled in the accident. how will jenna take this?

words: 1.2k

*requested by anon

Two things kept manifesting in Jenna's mind throughout this shooting.

You.

Sleep.

You?

Some more sleep. Here you are once again.

She never lied about her love for acting but it was just one of those days. Lines were particularly hard to remember, retakes were in dozens and the crew kept picking on her mistakes.

On top of that, there were few hours left of work that dragged on tortuously slow. But she wanted this role and she got it. Another horror plot but without any mentions of Wednesday thankfully. Fresh start was needed.

"Good job guys. Let's take a break. One more and we're closing it off," let the director be known with a clap of his hands.

Jenna let out a weary sigh. Her face relaxed and the scripted character left her mind in an instant.

Slap on her shoulder broke her out of the trance that kept her unconsciously stuck on the spot. Turning her head hastily and realizing who it was, she silently wished someone else was casted instead.

"You good? Wanna maybe take a break with me and the guys over there?" asked the guy she didn't really try to catch the name of these past days.

"Yeah, uh, i'll just go outside for a breather alone if you don't mind." Sprinkled with the best false smile she could've mustered up right there.

"That's fine but let's say coffee's on me?" said the guy with a spark of hope that was quickly smothered by her phone ringing.

Not really leaving any room for his answer her hands were quicker and steps advancing with a mind of their own. She didn't really care who was calling as long as it bailed her out of this situation. Without sparing a glance she swiped to answer.

"Hello?"

"Jenna?" echoed on the other side.

The feeling of hearing your voice combined with the fresh outside air gave her five more years of life down the line.

"Thank god it's you. Called just in time," she told you with relief. Knowing the problems will melt away by themselves because you said so.

"Really? No problem but uhh- I'm kinda..." you stopped your sentence with a shaky exhale. And the fact only traffic noise could be heard further annoyed her wait.

"You're kinda what?"

Another exhale, "I just might be in a hospital bed right now. It's nothing serious though. That's why i called."

For some unknown reason, your wording made it sound like it's an everyday thing she should not worry about. If it were not the panic would most likely be over the roof. Now, it's a bit below that stage.

"You're where? What, why? Are you okay?" she uttered quickly.

With a poor attempt to calm her down, you said "No don't worry, i'm great. If i were not, i would not call you, right?"

There was a scared smile behind your phone and the absence of words on the other side made it worse. No one can blame you for not wanting to burden her.

"Are you kidding me? You're even making jokes right now? Where are you?"

And just like that she didn't let another second slip by before she was staring at the room's hospital number.

279

Ironic, she thought.

She genuinely tried to be nice to everyone that spotted her on the way to you but she simply could not waste any more time. She pushed the door open not knowing what to expect upon seeing you. How bad is it? Did you barely get out alive? Can you walk? Breathe? Stress was taking her apart piece by piece.

What made the weight fall off her heart for the slightest bit was seeing you act like it was Sunday evening and you just occupied your shared living room with no care in the world. Seeing the TV mounted high up in the corner with some movie playing.

Only your hand in a cast and hospital's repellent uniform with happy motives all over it brought her back to earth and the worry struck again.

She didn't leave you a chance to take her in before she basically teleported to your side, continuously repeating the question of what went down.

"Car accident. Not my fault though, i have license for a reason," you tried to blend in a joke but Jenna was not having it. At all. Instead, she pulled the offered chair closer and sat next to you. Your free hand never unlinking with hers. This was the last straw of her day. You generally don't have the need to be thankful someone survived an accident if you're lucky.

But Jenna did. For the first time and her mind is currently not present.

"Jenna?" you shook her gently but strong enough to break out of the stare she holds somewhere in the distance.

She moved her soulless gaze to look at you which made you discover her eyes were red from the tears. The ones she never acted out by the script. Especially in an empty room with you next to her.

You understand. You do. Her reaction does not differ far away from what yours would be if the position switch. Reasonably she was worried. Terrified and head filled with various outcomes of this.

Still, you pushed the rosy persona to speak instead of your true one, "No, no, no. Jenna, love, don't do this. I'm fine i promise you."

Well, that persona did not hold up for much longer before it shattered and you were back to true self. One that matched hers. With your shaky speech of an attempted comfort that reached the point where you had no idea what you were even saying. Tears escaped as you realized "Yeah, this could have been a very bad ending. But it's not. Maybe it is? Maybe this is heaven and Jenna is here for a last visit."

With such wariness that was needless because it was Jenna, you slowly extended your hand that reached her tear stained cheek. You wiped them away leaving a trail of actors' makeup behind. There was no tension or excessive silence. Only monitors beeping that neither of you acknowledged at this moment. Room was dimly lit which only added to both of your appearances. Causing you to capture each other in the sheerest emotions that are not easily shared.

The other hand removed yours just to create a clear pathway for falling into your chest. Jenna was longing for this but not here. On an outdated chair but oddly comfortable bed with an awkward position.

"Come up here," you said as you freed the space for her to join you. "Let's watch TV or something."

"No, we don't have to. I mean unless you want to." Her intentions were bright as a day through the way she burrowed impossibly closer to you. Locking you in her grasp.

You stared at the clock on the wall in silence. Not sure if Jenna's up for talking it out or not yet. "Also, i'm sorry for crashing our car and taking you off the set. I know how much you wanted that movie-"

The words made her look up in disbelief, "Can you not apologize for that? It's not even your fault to begin with. Did they drug you with something that heavy?"

You weakly laughed at her, "Yeah, your love they said. A lifetime dose."

Jenna let out the biggest sigh of embarrassment upon hearing it. But not without a smile following right after. "You're sooo...whatever."

It just further approved to her you're back to being you.

notes: society if i could write one single story that doesn't have unnecessary "i love you so much" moment like this one at the ending

hope u enjoyed and thanks for the request🖤 and i am SO SORRY for being so slow with this i was just ultra busy behind the screen

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letters to wednesday

"Don't even think about it."

You didn't even had a chance to say anything before she cut you off.

"What? I didn't make a noise-"

"You want me to dance with you, correct?"

It would be a lie if you said no and she would by all odds saw right through you. The dancefloor was overflowing with people, couples every now and then, teachers, even soloists. The observer she is, Wednesday must have caught you eyeing everyone and everything, smiling to some or dying in embarrassment.

Two of you occupied the farthest table possible in the dance hall because she insisted it's for the best and she has zero interest in watching this nonsense so it's better not to witness at all. Neither did Enids convincing help, it only added fuel to the fire when she said you two looked like a black hole in the corner ready to draw in anyone from afar due to matching black dresses no one dares to glance, let alone look at you for too long. That was the best compliment she got today, other than that it was dreadful. Too much of bright colors, lights way too bright, music was obnoxious and she regretted everything leading to this point. All she did was silently count the minutes until it's acceptable to leave without looking too rude which was unusual for her. Since when did she care? Would hate to admit it but ever since you came along she noticed the unusually big number of situations she found herself in if it weren't for you she would avoid.

"How did you- okay well, maybe? Would it kill you to dance with me?"

"Yes, i'd rather take death as an option."

"Come on, it doesn't have to be long. Just a few minutes."

"Absolutely not, it's humiliating and the song choice is beyond acceptable."

"We didn't move from this table ever since we arrived. Plus, look at us. We both match and you can't deny we look the best out of everyone there. Let me remind you this black dress i had to wear because you wouldn't come to the dance if i didn't equals you owing me."

"The only thing i can agree with you on is the reason why we look so stunning is because of me. Otherwise you would pick some rainbow colored dress Enid made you wear."

"Wednesday please. It's not every year this happens."

"Good thing it doesn't. It shouldn't even happen at the first place."

Just like that you realized it's probably not worth it chasing after her stubborn self. Taking a glance once again for hundredth time around the room, leftovers on every table, alcohol of which you have no idea how it got imported, Enid most likely gathering a new gossip worthy stories in the corner, teachers talking with new faces you never seen before, it was starting to get dull and boring. Wednesday could recognize that face of yours clearly, it's her most known one after all. Except when she's with you but only she knows that.

"Where are you going?" Wednesday questioned as you got up from your loyal seat you swear left your figure on it from how long you've been sitting.

"Just outside for a bit. It's getting hot [in] here anyway. I'll come back in a few."

Cold, almost freezing stone did justice outside. Although not being as comfortable as that chair from the inside it was bearable for a quick stop. Pulling out your phone thinking Wednesday is not completely crazy when she says humanity is too dependent on it nowadays. She has her own way of thinking and you did appreciate the dynamic of you two. Somehow and for whatever unknown way you two work together. It was never a plan, much less expectation to fall in love with someone. Your only goal was to get out of this legal prison as soon as possible. Now you're not coming out alone after all.

As she writes her novels on the old fashioned typewriter, you are not far behind following her with a laptop on your lap making frequents visits to AO3 and Tumblr doing your own writing. She's not interested in that fanfiction stuff anyway. If anything you two certainly excel at together is shared, concerningly over detailed knowledge of serial killers. You are convinced that's on top of the list of reasons what made her adore you.

"This is not what a short break looks like."

Turning around only to be met with Wednesdays far better expression than it was looking at that dance inside. You must have lost track of time once you checked your phone.

"It's getting to an end anyway."

"Enid told me i should give this a chance. Precisely, you a chance. According to her we could ‘close off this dance in a style’ or whatever's the meaning behind that" she said taking a empty seat next to you.

It was your out of the ordinary silence Wednesday made a remark of. Out of everyone in this school you are record holder for most spoken words with her that are not necessary life threats or morbid and existential philosophical quotes. That's something to be quite proud of. Which also means she can read you well.

"So, do you not want to go back inside?"

Shifting your gaze that found a spot on the moon to her, you were about to answer but stopped the moment your eyes met hers. Is this the thing Kafka wrote about, you wondered. All those letters made sense.

Wednesday was ethereal. Too shallow word to describe her. Yet you didn't allow yourself to let it be known out loud. What would she think, probably another saying of yours that caught your attention amongst all the things internet offers. No depth behind it, no genuine emotions, thrown into the sentence just because with no backing whatsoever.

You weren't aware Wednesday grew to love it. You weren't aware your cold and frightening girlfriend took interest in your ramblings over the months. You didn't know you were far better therapist than that woman she escaped from ever was. What do you think the main topic of her parents calls was?

"You can say it" broke the silence.

"What exactly?"

She sighed as she took your hand, surprisingly warm hands that saved the warmth from inside intertwined with yours lifelessly cold.

"Shall we go?"

"Dorms?"

She nodded, overly prepared and ready to leave this place once and for all.

"Yeah. Let's go watch some documentary on unsolved murders." you proposed. Few steps ahead of her, hands never changed the positions from before when she tugged you to a halt.

You shot her questioning look as she shortened the distance to the point of her breath hitting you as she whispered "This is an exception, for you only."

Gently grabbing you before pulling you in for a embrace. It felt comforting, enough, odd gesture but all you can wish for. With your eyes shut tight it felt like eternity passed.

"That's all i'm getting for sitting 5 hours straight today?" you said through laughs.

"Maybe more at the dorm but don't be too greedy."

lack of wednesday fics is wild

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regina’s puppy (4)

// regina has a soft spot for you, but when she refuses to accept why, someone else might swoop in and take your attention away from her. //

warnings: soft!regina, fluff, pining, LOTS of pining, regina is falling for the reader hard, reader is a gay mess, regina is a lesbian who’s terrible at emotions. (don’t get too used to fluffy chapters this is the calm before the storm…)

(this part 4 of the series, read part 3 here)

you end up replaying gretchen’s party in your head over the weekend. you can’t seem to stop thinking about the look in regina’s eyes when she saw you and dani talking. it was the angriest you’ve ever seen her, and then afterwards she just pretended as if it never occurred. yet it was engraved into your brain like a branded memory; permanently there for you to think about at night.

you couldn’t figure out why regina was so enthralled by you… if you could call it that. as you started to become more aware of what dani said on friday night, how you were regina’s “puppy”… it caused you to overthink a few things. this entire time you thought regina was getting closer to you all of a sudden because she enjoyed your company. now you feared it was because she just wanted some new pet to play with.

you and regina had developed a routine on the nights you couldn’t convince your parents to allow you to stay the night. she’d call you, and you’d talk for hours; sometimes till you fell asleep. though saturday night you used a flimsy excuse of being at your grandmas house; she new it was a lie. then on sunday, you barely texted her at all. she knew something was up right away, and she wasn’t going to tolerate it.

as soon as you walked out of your house to catch the bus on monday, regina’s jeep was parked on the side of the street. your heart immediately began to flutter as it usually does whenever you see the blonde. she rolls down her window, and you catch a glimpse of how gorgeous she looks. your legs have a mind of their own as you begin to walk up to her car, furrowing your brows. “don’t you usually pick up gretchen on mondays?” you question, and she shrugs, flashing you that colgate smile that makes your knees week. “she can take the bus. get in, loser.” she taunts you.

you can’t help but sheepishly smile as you get into her passenger side. “she’s gonna freak out. she was texting the group chat all weekend about how her parents found puke in her grandmas ashes.” you giggle, and regina lets out this strained laugh that isn’t her usual one. “yeah, i tried calling you but you were busy.” she grumbles, and you tense up slightly. “and you were dodging my texts. what gives?” she asks, as she begins to drive. she doesn’t turn on music like she usually does, only showing you how serious she is.

“i just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened on friday.” you start cautiously, and she frowns, an agitated expression etching itself onto her features. “seriously? that fucking bitch deserved a slap, y/n.” she defends herself, and you flash her a look. “i’m not talking about the slap… i mean, i’m actually surprised you didn’t do worse.” you joke softly, trying to lighten the heavy tension in the air. regina lets out this tiny exhale; if it weren’t so quiet in the car you may not have heard it. that’s when you take in how wrought up she seems, as if she’s been stressing over something.

surely she wasn’t stressing over you avoiding her for two days… right?

“then what is it? why are you being weird?” she questions demandingly, sounding genuinely upset. “because i can’t stop thinking about what dani said!” you huff out, sounding the most frustrated she’s ever heard. upon seeing your exasperated demeanor, she calms down slightly. realizing something was actually wrong. “y/n, everything that loser said was bullshit—“ she starts, but you cut her off, “she was right though! i am such a different person now and it’s only been a month.” you counterpoint, causing her to bite her tongue.

regina hates to be interrupted, but she really enjoys you and whatever it is that’s budding between the two of you. she doesn’t want to lose it because some stupid jock said something at a lame party she only went to in order to save face. “and you don’t like who you are? you don’t enjoy the way we’ve been hanging out all the time?” regina questions, you shake your head. “i love spending time with you… but dani called me your puppy, gina. is that seriously what people think of me now? is that what you think of me?” you ask persistently.

the blonde shakes her head rapidly in disagreement. “i don’t think of you as my puppy… just because you have the qualities of one, doesn’t mean i consider you one.” she tells you, and you frown. “how do i have the qualities of a puppy?” you can’t help but ask, and she shrugs. “loyal, obedient, always happy to see me.” she flashes you that infamous smile, and you roll your eyes in response. “y/n, dani is just jealous because you’re hanging out with me and not her. she only said that to get under your skin, and clearly it worked.” she states, and your silence causes her to reach for your hand.

her touch sends shockwaves throughout your body. “don’t be angry at me over some comment a dumb jock made because you wouldn’t go into a basement with her.” she practically pleads, and you know it’s the closest thing you’ll get to any sort of comfort from regina george. “besides, don’t you like hanging out with me?” she questions, and you throw her a look that says “are you serious”. “of course i like hanging out with you, you’re like my favorite person.” you admit, and regina feels something tugging on the heartstrings she didn’t even realize she had.

“then stop listening to what anyone else says.” this sounds more like a command, so you find yourself nodding dumbly. your brain always goes fuzzy whenever she tells you to do something, and the only coherent thought is to do whatever regina says. god, maybe dani was right, you are regina’s puppy.

you walk into school with the blonde by your side. you’ve adjusted to the gawking students that ogle regina as she walks by. you really don’t blame them; ever since freshman year you’ve been one of those people who gaze at her in admiration. until now. regina’s strange interest in you hasn’t gone unnoticed by anyone else, and you’re now beginning to adjust to all the attention.

“please never make me take the bus again!” gretchen exclaims as she storms up to the both of you, and regina rolls her eyes. “i had to pick up y/n today. you’ll survive.” the blonde sounds unamused, causing gretchen to huff in response. “i already said i’m sorry, even though it’s totally not my fault i have a totally hot basement that makes people horny.” she says, and regina narrows her eyes at her friend. “we discussed this already. i’m going to be taking y/n to school from now on.” her tone is up for no disagreements, and you shake your head in protest. “it’s okay, gina. i don’t mind taking the bus—“ you start, but she cuts you off.

“i like picking you up. hush.” she shushes you quickly, and you try to ignore the way the back of your neck heats up. gretchen pouts, but doesn’t argue any further. as the three of you approach regina’s locker, karen bounces up to you guys. “did you guys here about the new girl who’s transferring here tomorrow?” she asks curiously, and regina quirks a brow in clear interest. “a new girl? why wasn’t i informed about this?” she questions, and karen shrugs. “i heard it from arnold who says he heard it from elizabeth g.” she explains, and the blonde presses her lips together tightly.

“a new student nobody bothered to tell me about… huh.” she says as she thinks about it for a moment. “she better be more interesting than the last new student we had. jeanette renolds is such a bore.” the blonde adds simply, and that’s that. the topic of the “new student” doesn’t come up again. at least not in front of you.

during lunch gretchen begins to talk about how close homecoming is, regardless of it being 3 months away. “you’re running for homecoming queen again, right regina?” gretchen asks, and regina glowers. “of course i am. why wouldn’t i?” she responds with a question, before looking at you. “are you going to vote for me to be homecoming queen?” she asks, her voice flirty and sweet. your cheeks flush under her gaze, “of course, i voted for you last year too, gina.” you confess, and this elicits a large smile from your favorite blonde.

“everyone voted for regina last year, and this year it’s not gonna change. i don’t even think you need a campaign manager this time either.” gretchen says, and regina rolls her eyes. “i am my own campaign manager, idiot. but i have y/n to help me with more stuff this year, like what color scheme i should go with.” she says suggestively, as her gaze flickers over to you. your eyes widen in slight panic, “what?? i can’t pick your color scheme! i’m terrible at picking out stuff. i mean, you chose my entire wardrobe.” you remind her, and she shrugs.

“don’t care. your opinion is the only one that matters to me, so we’ll start looking at dresses next week. for you too.” her tone is left for no debates, and you don’t really pay attention to anything past “your opinion is the only one that matters to me”. the heat rises to your neck and face, and regina’s grin deepens. “are we still hanging out after school, or are you bailing on me today again?” regina pointedly asks you, and you nod eagerly. “we can try that new pretzel place—“ regina cuts you off, “you’re so cute, i can’t do too many carbs but i’ll get you pretzels on the way to where i’m taking you.” she declares, and your eyebrows perk up.

before you can question the blonde the bell rings, “i’m not doing anything after school—“ gretchen tries to say but regina cuts her off. “i didn’t ask, and you weren’t invited.” she hisses, and gretchen huffs. nobody dares question why regina is so adamant on spending time with you; especially alone time. honestly, you’re a bit scared to ask her as well. not because you think she’ll be mean to you, regina is never mean to you, no, you’re just afraid you may mess up whatever this is.

you’re ashamed to admit regina has become the center of your universe. she takes up all the spaces in your brain, and you can’t even go an hour without thinking about her. you and regina end up hanging out after school as promised. you end up sitting in the passenger seat of her car, a medium sized lemonade in your hand along with your mini pretzel bites. regina steals glances at you every now and then; you contentedly hum along to the song that’s playing as you curiously gaze out the window.

the only thought that keeps circling her mind is how much she likes this. just being around you.

“are we going on a hike?” you ask your hundredth question, and regina groans. “no, i hate walking.” she reminds you, and you have this adorable expression on your face as you think about other possibilities. the further from town you get, the further your mind wanders. “the beach?” you ask, and she shakes her head. “nope; i hate getting sand in my shoes and car.” she deadpans, and you go quiet for another few seconds. “we’ve been driving for almost forty minutes… what time are we coming back?” you inquire, and regina rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance.

“you already wanna leave me?” she responds with a question of her own, and you shake your head rapidly. “no! i love hanging out with you, i just gotta text my mom and let her know before we end up somewhere with no service.” you explain yourself, and regina pretends as if she’s thinking about it for a moment. “just tell your mom you’re gonna spend the night at mine.” she orders, and you flash her a look, “gina, i can’t spend the night on a monday.” you remind her, causing her to huff.

“fine, tell her i’ll have you home by ten-thirty.” she mutters begrudgingly, and you smile in satisfaction. you send the text to your mom right as regina turns onto another highway to leave town. “okay, now i’m really curious! please tell me where we’re going.” you sound more excited than before, and the eagerness in your voice tugs on the blonde’s heartstrings. “it’s just a little place i like to go when things are too much. todays like the first pretty day we’ve had in awhile, and i wanted to take you.” she reveals, causing something inside of you to melt.

“y-you wanna take me to your spot?” you sound genuinely stunned, and regina snorts. “duh, who else would i wanna bring there? gretchen talks too much, karen doesn’t know what’s going on half the time, and everyone else only hangs out with me because i’m “regina george”… it’s only natural for me to take my special girl to my special place.” she retorts easily, causing the blood to rise to your face. regina smirks as she notes how flushed your cheeks are; she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of the affect she has on you.

“we’re almost there; finish your pretzels.” she commands, and you don’t have to be told twice.

the sun is nearly setting by the time you both pull into a secluded area off a random road in the middle of nowhere. you can’t help but wonder how regina knows about this place; how long she was driving to find it one day. as she drives further into a green grassy area full of trees, with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps in the tree lines. your eyes widen as she drives further, only going deeper into the beautiful woods.

you roll down your windows excitedly, “oh my gosh this place is so pretty!” you squeal tempestuously. regina tries not look at you in fear she may swerve and ram into a tree, but your sudden uncontrolled behavior causes her to smile widely. if anyone she knew were to see it, they would hell froze over. she’s glad you aren’t paying any attention to her, because you would’ve seen the unusually soft expression on her face. you turn to look at her, catching her grinning from ear to ear, “we haven’t even gotten to the really cool part.” she tells you, and your eyes enlarge as they gaze into her.

“cooler than a literal forest out of a picture book!?” you ask and she chuckles, “you’re way too easy to impress. i’m starting to think i could park behind the 7/11 with you for an hour and you’d have fun.” she murmurs, and you shrug as you look back out the window. “as long as it’s with you.” you say this so easily, and it causes her smile to fall. her expression morphs into a baffled one, and she can’t stop herself from wondering why... why do you enjoy being around her so much?

regina makes a slight turn, and you let out this breathless gasp as your eyes land on a creek with a waterfall. it isn’t big, but it’s beautiful. “oh my god… gina! this is so beautiful!” you shriek erratically and you unbuckle your seatbelt as you the car comes to a full stop. you run out, and her eyes widen, “hey! i said i hate walking!” she hisses, trying to sound angry but she can’t even recognize herself.

if the girls heard me right now, they’d never respect me again.

“come on, gina!!” you order her, and regina— the girl who never takes orders from anyone— sighs as she turns the car off and gets out. “look at how clear the water is!” your enthusiasm causes regina to approach you, and act as if she hasn’t already seen this place a hundred times before you. it looks different when you’re here… regina can’t seem to place why. she isn’t sure if she’ll ever enjoy coming here without you again, and she doesn’t care. all she can do is stare at how the light of the sunset reflects off your big, wondrous eyes.

“if i would’ve known you liked this place so much, i would’ve brought you here awhile ago. i just never thought of bringing anyone till now.” she admits softly, and your smile deepens, which is something she didn’t even think was possible. “you haven’t bright anyone else here?” you ask timidly, and she nods earnestly. “just you.”

her confession causes you to wrap your arms around her, hugging her abruptly. her eyes widen a bit; she’s never been the hugging type… yet as your delicate grasp tightens around her lovingly, in a way she’s never felt, she can’t help the way her stomach flutters pathetically. she hugs you back, and can feel you practically melt into her. you’re so happy, and it hits her that you’re happy because of her. she’s made people cry, yell, curse, and run in the opposite direction… but she’s never made anyone feel happy.

the fleeting thought alone terrifies her like nothing else ever has. regina george is falling in love with you, and she isn’t sure how to stop it.

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Promises

Part two of Accepted

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: Wednesday’s family invites you to spend Christmas with them, and Wednesday doesn’t expect at all the gift you got for her.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

This request has been done to me privately by the same person that made the requests for “Accepted”. I swear this person gives me the best ideas! I hope y’all like it🖤✨

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After parents weekend, your relationship with Wednesday only got better and it was the same for the relationship with her parents. Whenever they’d call Wednesday through the crystal ball, they’d always make some time to talk to you as well. But recently you had been planning something for Christmas, given the fact that it was close now. One day you were in Wednesday’s room after having done your homework like everyday and you were sitting together on the bed. You wanted to say you were cuddling, but it wasn’t quite it. You just laid together in bed, facing each other and talking about random stuff. Wednesday still didn’t feel comfortable with cuddling and you didn’t mind, you would wait for her forever. However even if it wasn’t cuddling she still showed love with little gestures. She gave you her favorite hoodie, and you would catch her staring at your lips.

Today though was different, you were nervous and even though you tried to hide it, Wednesday could see right through you. “You’re acting weird” she told you as she sat up, eyeing you for signs of nervousness. You sat up as well. She knew you were trying to lie to her. “What? No, no definitely not” you chuckled, trying to shrug away your nervousness. “I’m just kind of nervous for the maths test” you made up, even though you knew she wouldn’t fall for it. “We don’t have a maths test” there it was. You knew she had discovered you were lying. “Right. Uhm…” you couldn’t made up anything else “just trust me Nes. I’m doing something but I can’t tell you what it is. I promise I’m not cheating if that’s what you’re afraid of” you said and you saw her pull away from you. “You better. If you break my heart I’ll make sure that you have nothing else to live for. I’m going to have a shower now” she said and you laughed slightly at her threat, you loved this side of her “I love you too Nes” you said smiling and she shot you a soft look before going to the bathroom.

You decided to take advantage of this moment to use Wednesday’s crystal ball and call Morticia. “Come on please answer be quick” you said, screaming internally at Morticia. Luckily she answered “hello my dear. What did you want to talk to me about?” With Thing’s help you had sent her a letter telling her that you had to tell her something and that you would call her tonight. “I want to get Wednesday a Christmas present and I need your permission to do so” you started and the older woman looked at you with a smile “sweetheart of course you can get her a Christmas present-“ you interrupted her shaking your head “it’s not a normal Christmas present” the smile disappeared from her face as she urged you to continue “it’s a ring. I want to buy her a promise ring” the woman looked at you astonished as she then called her husband to tell her everything, with a smile on her face.

“How do you wish to make it?” Gomez asked you “well first of all I’ll make two, one for me as well because there’s other people here who like her and they need to know she’s mine” of course Morticia would smile at the kind of possession you had over her “I want to make it in white gold… I’ve been saving lots of money for it and I’m sure she’ll like it. She already knows this, but it’s a promise I want to make to her.. that I’ll always be by her side no matter what happens.” Morticia was about to reply but you heard her coming and you ended the call, going back to her bed.

She came in her room wearing her black towel around her body, hair wet and down on her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful” you said admiring her beauty, even without make up. Suddenly you got an idea, hopefully Wednesday would like it “can I do your hair? Pretty please?” You said pouting. She looked at you indecisively as she sighed. “Fine. But put it in braids” she said “nooo please not the braids. Just trust me, you’ll look perfect” you said holding her free hand -since the other one was holding her towel- “let me go change first” you smiled as you jumped happily around the room waiting for Wednesday to change into her pyjama.

When she returned, she was wearing a black oversize t-shirt that dropped on one shoulder and left it naked (inside Nevermore there were pretty high temperatures so you could wear t-shirts even in winter). You invited her to sit on her bed in front of you, who in the meantime had taken the hair dryer and the brush. You sat behind her, starting to brush her wet hair as you sometimes kissed her naked shoulders. Seeing her shiver made you almost satisfied and even more in love with her, especially because she was letting you. You kept kissing her shoulders for a while and she had leaned slightly more into you. “You’re making me vulnerable (Y/N)” she said, her voice low and soft. “I know, and that’s why I’ll stop now” you said. You always respected her wishes and knew that she liked affection, but up until a certain point.

You stopped kissing her shoulder and she wanted to admit she now wanted more of it, but didn’t want to see needy, because Wednesday is not needy. You made her hair wavy and you didn’t tie them. Once she looked at herself in the mirror her eyes lit up and you could tell she loved the hair. She loved them so much that the next day at school she wore them down.

The following days you would go to town more than necessary. You told Wednesday you were going to se Doctor Kinbott but in reality you were buying presents for Wednesday’s entire family, since they had invited you to spend Christmas with them. You also went to a ring shop in town, and found the perfect couple of rings. It was in white gold and had spiral black stripes. It was the perfect ring for you and Wednesday. They costed a lot, but you spent the money you had for the love of your life.

When you and Wednesday arrived at their home, you were absolutely in love with their house. It was a huge mansion, all in black. The insides of it was too, so creepy but yet so elegant. Wednesday gave you time to look around as Lurch brought in the gifts you had made them, though you kept the ring in your pocket. Soon you two got to the living room and Morticia immediately went to you “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you again… oh we missed you so much!” She said as she hugged you, you reciprocated the hug. “You literally talked through the crystal ball yesterday” Wednesday pointed out. You smiled at her and so did her mother, but didn’t comment on it. Thing also came fo say hi, as he also had been away for a while. “Hello there little fella.” He started gesturing at you. “You do know that I still can’t understand your finger language right?” You said, making everyone in the room laugh. “He’s saying he missed you” Pugsley said and you smiled “I missed you too”

You all continued having lunch and talking, until it was time for the presents. You started giving yours to pugsley, it was a bag full of different kinds of explosive he could fish with; then it was Gomez’s turn. You bought him a beautiful golden sword, a collection one. Then at last you gave Morticia her gift, a black carnivorous plant, which you knew was her favorite. Useless to say they all loved their gifts. “I’ll give you yours later Nes… it’s something private” you said and Morticia smiled at you knowing exactly what it was about.

Then it was the turn of the Addams family to give you your gift, and it was Wednesday giving it to you for the whole family. It was a silver bracelet. “It’s a symbol of the Addams family, this was my mothers… it signals a new member has joined the Addams family. Last time my father gave it to my mother and now it’s time for me to give it to you… do you accept it?” You smiled brightly and took it, immediately wearing it “of course I accept it!” You said looking at it. “Oh cariña, we’re so glad to have you in our family. If you ever need anything you know you can count on us.

After lunch Wednesday brought you to your room. Useless to say that her room was the prettiest in the entire house, and the house was so pretty too, but her room was just pretty, kind of like she was. You knew it was her writing our now, but you couldn’t wait any longer. You went behind her chair, gently turning her chair towards you as you knelt down in front of her “what is so important to disturb my writing time?” She asked you, pouting. She was still upset you hadn’t given her her present.

“Your Christmas present” you said and saw as her eyes lit up slightly. “Close your eyes” she looked at you confused, but she trusted you so she closed her eyes. This gave you time to take out the little ring box and open it for her to see. “You can open your eyes now” you said and you saw her oblige. As soon as she saw the box or rings she immediately took them to examine them “is this for me?” She asked as she took one in her hands, handling it very carefully. “Well, one is mine but yeah” you said and smiled looking how she looked between it and you, she was so in love with you but never admitted. Not that she didn’t want to, but because she never found a way to express her emotions.

“No one has ever bought this things for me” she said, trying to suppress a smile. You loved this side of her and you brought your hand up to caress her cheek lightly “well apparently you weren’t the love of their lives. I only bought this because you’re the love of my life Nes” you said and finally she let out the prettiest smile you have ever seen on her face. You gently took the ring from her hand and slid it in her ring finger, before doing the same yourself with your own finger. “I love you Nes” you said and she got up from your chair to hug you tightly.

From that day on she never took the ring of.

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Family meetings

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: requests here , here and here

Warnings: none

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

There you go! This is the story with the three requests combined. Hope you like it!🖤✨

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When you were a little kid you lived in the spookiest neighborhood of town, known as “the outcasts neighborhood”. You never understood why it always had such a bad reputation, you were happy to live there and you were raised by your mother as a very educated little girl. Your mother was a lone wolf who was exiled from her pack because she fought with the alpha, so when you were born it was just the two of you. She always took good care of you and you loved her so much.

Luckily the two of you weren’t completely alone, your mother’s best friend, Morticia Addams, would always invite you two at her house so that they could chitchat about old times and so that you could play with her daughter Wednesday. You two grew up very close with each other, and eventually when school started she didn’t do really good in school because she was always thinking of something else so you, being older by two years, would always help her and eventually ended up playing. You were still kids after all. One day as you two were studying, Morticia came in to bring you two some mid-afternoon snacks.

“Thank you aunt Morticia!” You told her. Since you spent most of the time there at their place, you had started calling her aunt and she didn’t mind that. The woman smiled kindly at you and put a hand on your shoulder, that’s when she had a vision. She saw you and Wednesday, all grown up and in Nevermore’s uniform. You were looking at her the same way that Gomez looked at her. There was so much love in your eyes, she knew that you two were meant to be. “Auntie are you okay?” You asked her, she heard you because her vision finished. She smiled at you and her daughter again. “Yes I’m more than fine Honey. Enjoy your snack” she kissed her daughter’s forehead and left the room, leaving you two alone.

One day though you had to start high school. Of course you would have to go to Nevermore, but you had to move. After saying your goodbyes to Wednesday and Morticia, and having told them that you wouldn’t forget them, you moved to Nevermore with your mother, only you never saw or heard from Morticia nor Wednesday again, for two years. The day Wednesday started high school you immediately recognized her and went to hug her. She had recognized you but moved back from you.

“Wednesday it’s me, it’s (Y/N), do you not recognize me?” You asked her, furrowing your brows and pulling away from her “I do recognize you. I just don’t think it’s necessary that we hug. I’m allergic to physical contact” she told you. But eventually you grew even closer than how you were as kids. You could say you were best friends, even though she never allowed you to hug her. You never tried hugging her because you respected what she said, but you missed her hugs, you missed feeling her close like when you were kids. The situation they had as kids had also reversed. Now You were the one needing tutoring and even though Wednesday would constantly lose patience with you she’d still help you.

You slowly grew to fall in love with her. Maybe you had always been, but now you were mature enough to understand that this feeling was different from any others. The love you felt for her wasn’t the love friends have, it was stronger. The way you looked at her was just way different, and you couldn’t actually figured out if how she looked at you was love or well, nothing. She definitely cared about you, but the way she showed it was very hard to understand.

Eventually parent’s week came and you couldn’t wait to hug your mother again, but she didn’t show up when everyone else did. You had to admit you were sad, you didn’t know if she would be coming, she might as well not to since that this was the week with the full blood moon and she always was weird and couldn’t actually control herself. However as everyone went to their parents you just walked in the quad, finding some place to sit.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” You turned around to see who called you, and you smiled brightly when you realized that it was Morticia. You speed/walked over to her and she embraced you in a hug which you reciprocated, Wednesday looking at you and rolling your eyes jokingly, but it was hard to recognize that. Eventually you pulled back from the hug, god you had missed the woman so much and she was just as beautiful as the last time you saw her. “Mrs Addams it’s so good to see you again” you said smiling brightly and she kept a hand on your shoulder “my dear you can quit the formalities, let me remind you that just a couple years ago you were calling me Auntie” she said as she ruffled your hair. You have always been like a daughter for her. Being a single mom, your mother raised you with Morticia.

You giggled and fixed your hair before the woman in front of you started talking again “so, how have you been?“. In the meantime Wednesday had moved to talk to her father and brother “I’m fine actually, this last period has been quite.. exhausting” you said kind of chuckling as you looked at Wednesday with a small smile, Morticia following your look. “Let me guess, now she’s the one tutoring you and she has no patience” the taller woman told you and you nodded laughing. “Where’s your mother anyway?” She asked looking around “she’s not arrived yet. This week there’s the full blood moon. You know how she is when it happens..” you looked down kind of sadly, but you knew it wasn’t her fault.

That day you spent it with Wednesday’s family, and the next day when you went to the quad to where everyone else you saw your mother looking for you. “Mom!” You ran to her and hugged her happily. She hugged you tightly and rubbed your back “I thought you weren’t coming!” You said and pulled back from her. “I managed to. The full blood moon is on sunday so we have all the time we want” she said smiling. “Tell me how have you been? Everything alright with Wednesday?” Of course you had been sending her letters talking about the girls, so her informations were up to date. “Yeah, we’re spending a lot of time together just like when we were kids. I’m glad she came here too” you told her and turned to look at her, who was now talking to Enid.

Your mother saw how you looked at her. She has been thinking for a while already that you weren’t straight, she had realized it by how you spoke about Wednesday in each letter you would send her. Of course she accepted you as she loved you so much and knew that Wednesday was the perfect girl for you. However she didn’t say anything. “So, is Morticia Here? I would love to say hi to my best friend after two years” you smiled at her words and led her to where she was. Yours and Wednesday’s family ended up having lunch together, until your mothers talked and decided it was time for them to switch. You spending time With Morticia and Wednesday with your mother.

“So Wednesday tell me, how are things with my daughter going?” Your mother asked her. Of course you and Morticia where somewhere else “Alright, she sucks at math and in every other subject, but she’s fine, no offense” Wednesday started. “None taken” your mother said smiling. She noticed how Wednesday would look away from her. By now she knew that when Wednesday did this it was because she was hiding something, especially her feelings, but your mother decided not to push on it. “Well aside from study, (Y/N) has a lot of other positive stuff. For example, did you know she likes to play the piano?” Wednesday’s eyes turned at that and with them her head “really?” The brunette replied “yeah! She always insisted on not telling you because she wanted you to feel special, but she’s really good!” Wednesday hinted a smile as your mother kept talking to her about you.

In the mean time you were spending time with Morticia instead. “Can I tell you something (Y/N)?” She asked you. You were looking at Wednesday with heart eyes but Morticia distracted you and made you turn to look at her “yeah sure go ahead” you said, smiling at the woman in front of you. “When you two were kids I had a vision. You and Wednesday were here at Nevermore” she looked at you and you smiled “well that was pretty obvious right?” She looked at you shaking your head with a smile. “You were looking at her the same way Gomez Looks at me. Eyes full of love and admiration and all sorts.” You blushed and looked down turning to look at Wednesday, who was now smiling slightly at your mother. God she was so pretty.

“You love her don’t you?” She asked you, once again turning your head to look at her “n-no I don’t…” you lied, but it was obvious from your face and Morticia knew that. “My dear, you know I can see right through you, do you?” You smiled at her, turning once again to look at Wednesday who was now looking at you.

And you two finally realized and accepted that you were in love with each other.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ

Wednesday Addams x reader

Words : ±4.7k

Summary : Wednesday doesn’t like nicknames… does she?

Warning (s) : basically nothing except. you know. my writing lol.

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Wednesday was confused – no, she was angry. Livid, in fact. Perhaps she was going mad. The only thing she knew was that everything was going out of her control.

You see, there was nothing in this world that could take down the famous Wednesday Addams; not an undead pilgrim, a Hyde monster, a psycho undercover teacher – the goth with twin braids was unstoppable. That was what everyone thought, and what you agreed on when you’d found yourself in her room, sitting on her bed and talking, staring at her eyes; so dark they were almost black, flickering to your lips with something akin to fondness.

Wednesday was unstoppable still – if you were taken out of the equation, that is.

It only became clear after several days that her moods, however indecisive and unknown, depended on yours; if you were cheery, she’d be tolerable at best, and she’d name these days as ‘ignorance is bliss’ while being absolutely fixated on your dazing deadly smiles and heart-stabbing laughs. And if you were sour, everyone would be smart enough not to cross Wednesday – if someone so much as breathe the wrong way into your direction, there would be no guarantee they’d be able to breathe ever again.

The whole predicament worked out perfectly for both sides. But recently, Wednesday found herself annoyed at your behavior more than anyone else’s, and she couldn’t bring herself to admit it, or acknowledge it, even. She would rather have her hand chomped off by the Hyde than to come forward and give you her piece of mind; but then again, she would ‘cut off her body parts for fun’, as you’d claimed it – you weren’t wrong. It was stirring to be a tad excessive, though Wednesday didn’t rebut the accusation.

And so, the goth girl remained impassive to the painstakingly obvious special treatment you were giving her. Special couldn’t begin to it justice, for all you’d done was deprive her from hearing some specific words on your tongue. She had many names; Wednesday, the one you always refer her with – she didn’t hate the name, per se, just that she wasn’t able to comprehend why you’d only call her by that when you had so many other options.

Don’t ask.

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“Wolfie said she couldn’t make it. We could start the session early?” You suggested, gesturing to the piles of parchments on the desk waiting to be sorted through. While it was more likely you’d tear these papers apart by sheer frustration, Wednesday decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. Just for your sake.

“You do know there’s a lot of other wolves here?” You quickly shot down her skepticism with clicking your tongue, falling into a familiar rhythm of exchanging remarks with the girl sitting on your opposite.

“I don’t have any other wolves as friends, Wednesday.” She kept quiet, tongue caught between her teeth to prevent any kinds of words she learned from the depths of hell from leaving her mouth. Wednesday was testing dangerous waters by asking these questions, but she felt like drowning, helpless if she didn’t at least put up a fight – and mind you, she was the best swimmer there is. It would be a shame on her and her father if she somehow failed to keep afloat.

Damn you and your stupid smiles, your stupid voice, your stupid nicknames.

“So there aren’t other ‘bee boy’s for you to call Eugene that?” Your pen scraped loudly against the table, your illegible scribbles drawn haphazardly across the papers. A beginning of a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, eyes squinting at her frown and the imaginary thunderstorm above her head.

“You’re the only other hummers, Wednesday. And you’re a girl.” You shrugged as she clenched her jaw, visibly straining herself from punching the table into two. “Besides, Genie loves when I call him that. So it’s reserved for him only.” It was true – each time, the boy would blush and stammer more than usual, and he would gift you honey occasionally. Though he knew not to step anywhere near Wednesday, he’d also figured out she wouldn’t do anything to harm him. Gravely. Yet.

If the universe allowed it, she would’ve sewn your mouth shut with the stash of thread and needles under her bed to free herself from the torture that was your terms of endearments for everyone other than her.

Wednesday cleared her throat to regain composure as your eyes raked her face for any sign of discomfort – she was acting weird, more so than usual. Others might just pass it off as normal, but you’d spent most of your time within her company; too much so that you’d caught on to her tendency for the nauseating threats.

“Wednesday?” You titled your head, your melodic voice warping around her name like it was meant to be, yet the sound was sickening as it was lovely, rising the bile in her throat as much as it brought spiders crawling in her stomach.

Say it again. Or never say my name ever again. She was conflicted, fingers clutching the pen so tight her nails turned white, her jaw clenched. She was going mad. Perhaps this was a side effect of the psychic power her mother had warned her about.

You tapped her pen with yours, skin slightly brushing against hers and cutting through her inner turmoil like a sharp knife through flesh. Wednesday focused back on the wide, concerned eyes you wore on herbehalf.

“Let’s finish this. We’re getting closer to my writing time.” Her tone was sharp, though you did nothing but roll your eyes at her attempt to disregard her problem – she’d had no issue in expressing her discontentment in the past, and you wondered what it was that caused her to recoil so harshly.

The clock was ticking, the atmosphere quaint as you tried to shrug off the curiosity clawing at your insides. You nudged her finger one more time to say ‘ok’ before going back to the botany essay due in three hours, as she’d continued to remind you before your bottom even touched the bench.

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“Sup, Queen B?” Jericho wasn’t as busy as the weekends – it was Wednesday, the day you’d agreed on to go for a little outing as a group without the teachers’ supervision. Bianca herself had gotten the permit and was the leader that managed it all; and you were ever the cheery pup, trailing behind Enid and dragging the raincloud of a human that was Wednesday Addams.

She’d grumbled all the way there, in the train and walk to the carnival, all the while never leaving your side – the girl had planned to find a corner and read her book as you had your fun, though the scheme all but slipped from her grip the moment her ears caught wind of the name you’d called Bianca.

If she was smart, she’d sit this one out and leave you to live out your perfect day. You’d sulk for a bit, but you’d grown used to her preference for the silence and would never force her into anything she didn’t like – which was a lot, considering the numbers of activities Enid could come up with.

The other option would be to stay attached to you like a lost duckling; and that was the last thing Wednesday would ever dream to be.

In her defense, she was unable to find any vacant corner.

She also had to halt you with her body to stop you from making an entrance into Weathervane, recalling the last time you made a scene so humiliating, Tyler almost bawled his eyes out.

“Oh, come on! It’s not my fault the basic white boy had a heart of a marshmallow.” Again, a lot of people had turned their heads at the psychic goth girlfriend, as if she was the reason you’d taken such a dark turn – you’d insisted it wasn’t dark, exactly. Only seeing the world on a wider aspect.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t felt a sense of pride when you put him in his place that day, eyes falling to your bunched up fist on his collar with her pupils dilated, arms crossed as she watched it unfold and not moving an inch from her seat. You came back with a scowl, pulling her up by the waist to leave the café after blowing raspberries at the boy behind the counter.

Wednesday had a smile on her face as you dragged her away.

“I heard Picasso won another art competition.” That was Xavier. Wednesday wished she could pull out every thread of memories on the nicknames you’d created for your friends and set it ablaze, so she wouldn’t have to bear the burden of such useless knowledge. She couldn’t remember exactly when it all started, or where had her brain picked up the strange, yet oddly fitting names; you’d once called Enid ‘Scooby’ and she’d yapped, a perfect resemblance of an overexcited pup.

The siren shrugged, trying to act indifferent at the mention of her ex – everyone knew of her attachment to him. You’d tried to convince her he wasn’t worth it, yet she never seemed to be able to take her golden eyes off of his brooding ass.

Wednesday offered to take his head as an ornament to hang in her living room, ‘You can stare at him anytime.’ She’d pointed out. Bianca was deeply concerned by the length Wednesday claimed she would go through to stop the siren’s ogling while you snorted as if she’d stated something funny.

“I also heard Wednesday beat you in fencing class.” You scoffed at the change of topic, angrily munching on the cotton candy you’d treated yourself with – Wednesday had even taken a few begrudging mouthful from your hands.

“I let her win, obviously.” You puffed out your chest to emphasize your generosity that Wednesday knew you didn’t have to give.

“You can’t even hold a defense stance properly.” Teasing you was her favourite pastime, she discovered. It only took several soft jabs against every small misfortunes or some tickling jokes Enid had introduced her to – somehow, it’d became funnier when said with a straight face, and Wednesday would gladly say a million other stupid lines to hear that laugh.

You hid behind the giant pink cotton, a smile threatening to break out as you shot a glare at her and sent a gentle kick to her foot. Bianca snorted uncharacteristically, her own candy almost flying with the wind as she tried to control her laughter.

“Okay, Ariel. That’s enough for you.” Wednesday’s almost smile turned down into a frown in an instant, though you were too focused on containing your embarrassment and shushing your fish friend to notice her change of mood.

Unfortunately for her, she had to endure a whole day of listening to various, colourful names tumble out if your mouth, and swallow the fact that none of it was hers.

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The door closed with a loud click, Enid’s footsteps fading as she headed for Yoko’s dorm for the night – Wednesday claimed she needed extra writing time and since she’d agreed to put up with your shenanigans, they didn’t insist on her involvement for movie night. Enid had gave you the permission to bunk in her bed as she’d always done for the past few weeks, and you tried to ignore the creeping heat up your neck when she wiggled her brows suggestively.

Wednesday would be on her table, and you’d be asleep before the chance to poke at her could present itself. You were right, of course. She’d been fixed on the goddamn typewriter for more than one hour, passing the original writing time she usually reserved for the day – you had no heart to intrude on it. The clicks of the old machine became a background noise, and sleep soon consumed you, her perfect posture the last thing you see before your eyelids surrendered to the exhaustion.

Soft snores interrupted Wednesday’s rushing ideas, her mind full of tangled words as the sound invaded her ears. She was never one to leave the desk before finishing her train of thoughts; yet when she turned, eyes falling upon your sleeping figure – laid on your stomach, cheek resting on your folded arms and facing her – you were laid the wrong way. Your feet was on the pillow, your body above the comforter.

It was one of those rare times where Wednesday wished to have a form of technology to frame the sight, even though she had a near perfect photographic memory.

The half written page was abandoned, her feet carrying her to your side before she could make a conscious decision to stop. The original plan was to ignore you the whole night; sit for as long as she could until you’d given up on spurring absolute nonsense that included so many moronic nicknames for your friends. It would take more than some half witted titles to annoy Wednesday, yet when they were addressed to anyone but herself, coming from you, she must admit it felt.. unsettling.

A grunt left your lips, and it took a moment before your eyes went searching for the missing Wednesday-shaped figure on the desk, Thing’s fingers tickling your cheek before you slapped them away. When you turned on your back, you were met with the most chilling, hair-raising glare you’d ever seen on her face, hands raised and ready to pounce on Thing for interrupting your slumber.

What a sight to wake up to.

The disembodied hand scurried away as Wednesday muttered ‘I will pull out your nails slowly until you’re nothing but a bloodied mess’ under her breath. A shameless giggle escaped your throat and she visibly straightened, a defensive cloud about her stance and a frown made its way to your face.

“Henry was just playing. It’s no big deal.” She made no indication of answering your assurance, only a subtle downward tilt of her chin that hinted on her distaste. On what, you didn’t know.

It seemed she was still hung up on the nickname you’d given Thing; ‘It sounds like Hand. He’s a hand. Hand.. Hen. Henry. Sounds fitting, no?’ She hadn’t been keen on your creative nicknames for everyone – though you understood that it was not her area of expertise, nor was it something she must be used to.

You’d heard her parents call each other sweet names, seeing as her father had quite a few for her as well, though you didn’t think you’d get away with calling her anything other than Wednesday. Enid’s called her ‘roomie’ for as long as you could remember, and as far as you were aware, any shortened parts of her name wasn’t acceptable.

The werewolf was actually a live testament of which nicknames would work and nothing had been given a green light thus far. Therefore, you simply wished to keep your head attached to your body.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Wednesday had a different idea.

The ravenette sat on her bed with her arms crossed, gloomy all over her – Wednesday Addams was grumpy.

“Everything ok?” Your toes touched the cold tiles and you shivered, yet you made no move to remove them from the ground, eyes fixed on observing the girl’s demeanor.

She grumbled something incoherent to herself, her mouth moving with no clear sounds following it – were you dreaming? Wednesday was acting strange, had been for the past week, though today had been the breaking point; she’d never been one to hold in her opinions, and anyone would be considered lucky if she managed to keep it to herself and not let out some heart-wrenching insult at a stranger.

“It’s nothing.” She repeated, even though it hadn’t sounded like nothing. You were about to ask again, and if she didn’t answer soon, you were about to become the human resemblance of a broken record.

“Why don’t you ask wolfie about it?” A new kind of venom laced in her voice and you paused, a furrow in between your brows.

“What does this have to do with Enid?”

“Why do you assume it does?” She shot back, glowering at the foot of Enid’s bed as if it’d wronged her in ways you couldn’t imagine. Riddles. It was her greatest quality, you thought; she could be so painfully transparent and speak her mind without any regards for the receiving party, or she would give you riddles that’d take you days if not weeks to figure out – and this was one of latter.

One with a transparent answer, something you’d never thought would be possible. Or plausible, even. There was a long pause, the atmosphere resembling that of a soft and fragile balloon that could pop if you so much as assume the wrong thing.

It couldn’t be..

“Wednesday.. Are you upset that you don’t have a nickname?” You were losing your mind, and it seemed like she was losing hers, too.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She snapped, and the tips of her ears had gone pink. A laugh resonated in the room before she could think of ways to evade more of your accusations – when she found Thing making a snickering gesture, everyone knew the hand wouldn’t see sunlight for at least two days.

There was a cooing sound – Wednesday was too disheveled by the heat crawling up her neck that it took a moment for her to realize that you were cooing at her. “Wednesday, I thought you don’t like nicknames.” You probed, resisting the urge that took over your body to wrap her in your arms.

She’d always glower, her face pale and green at each nicknames someone had given her; family and Enid – whether you were in any of the categories she deemed acceptable, you hadn’t known. You recalled her saying something along the lines of, “If one were to give me a title, it better be said with fear laced in those words.”

The girl in question ignored your inquiry, mindlessly shuffling under the comforter and turning on her side to avoid your gaze, clenching her jaw when you giggled again. “Oh, Wednesday, that’s adorable.”

She felt the bed dip behind her, the familiar weight that occupied it whenever you sleep over without Enid to bear witness welcomed with opened arms – well, a turned back and a series of grumbles this time. Laying on your side to face her back, you let your hand trace the tightly braided hair, loving the weight of it against your palm; it was the farthest Wednesday would ever let you with her hair, and it quickly became your favourite activity – when you were reading, when she was fumbling with her typewriter, when you sat on her bed with no bounds other than the fear of setting your foot on a gravel.

“Refer to me with such a heinous term again, and you’ll see how I view the word adorable.” Wednesday gritted, though you could still see the blush coating her neck and ears – worry not, you already had a number of other words without touching said syllable.

“I’m sure there’s a thousand ways you could show me, hm?” You challenged, tugging gently at her braid and causing her to turn around hastily, rage infused in her movements that you couldn’t contain an amused smile from breaking its way to your face. Her breath came in short, small pants, hard eyes scanning over your features and you could just tell she was making an effort not to let it land on your lips – it was always hilarious to witness.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, your fingers moved from her hair to her face, feathery touches tickling her cheeks and tracing her jawline, falling to her perfect, burgundy lips at last.

“If that’s how you react to adorable, I don’t know how you’d do with nicknames, Wednesday.” You met her eyes briefly before going back to the task at hand – staring at her lips. She pressed them into a thin line, still averting her eyes and looking anywhere else but you.

“I don’t mind.” Her voice came out raspy, as if the strain of saying those words had caused her vocal chords a serious injury.

You raised your brows, a smile fighting to grace the very lips Wednesday was avoiding. “Sorry?”

“I don’t mind.” It came out harsher than she intended it to, but perhaps she had wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs so you’d give her the benefit of the doubt and allow her the pleasure of hearing – wait. This was wrong. Her feelings, her desire, it was a travesty against her first and foremost principle; caring for another the way her parents do each other.

Though, one would tell her that was what she signed up for the moment she pressed her cold lips against your warm ones, pulled you so close she could feel the rise of your chest of each breath you were taking, let you grip her hips so tight she couldn’t think straight – and that was always dangerous. Still, she allowed it. She allowed you to happen.

“I don’t mind.. if you’re the one doing it.” Wednesday hated the way her voice break at the confession, and she prayed no one else would ever hear it, or they’d have to live without hearing any other sounds ever again. Your eyes softened at her visible struggle, and though you would never let her live this moment down later, it wasn’t the time to tease her just yet.

“Okay, hmmm.. how about..” As you feigned thinking, Wednesday only came to realize how close you were – how close she was that it would take only the slightest shift for her lips to reach yours.

“Grim reaper?” The Addams grunted, rolling her eyes and already regretting her decision. She moved to lay on her back and welcome sleep to put the discussion to rest, but your arms were wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against you faster than she could register it – Wednesday swore she saw a flash of panic in your eyes, though they were soon replaced by the sweet, lovely glint she was used to whenever your gaze fell upon her; an anomaly, that was.

It was something almost similar to the affection her family held for her, though not quite the same – after all, they were required to love her, it came naturally, despite her tendencies for the unnatural. How could anyone, you, come to hold some form of love upon gazing at the death trap that was herself, was beyond her comprehension.

“..Darling?” She paused, finding the uncertainty in your eyes comical.

“Not in public.” Her hand finally came up from being trapped under her to graze your cheek, patting herself on the back at the small victorious grin you sported before her eyes finally darted down.

The thought of being called terms of endearment had always planted a bile in her throat – as she had mused it over several times whenever her mother kept insisting she’d have someone in the future. She’d always denied the possibility.

Now, it’d came back to bite her in the ass because somehow, somehow, if the words came from you, it didn’t sound as dreadful as it should’ve been.

She fleetingly thought of ways to escape this trap you’d set. After all, you were in her bed, vulnerable, no defenses on your front, and it’d take less than ten seconds for Wednesday to end it here. Another ten minutes to hide any evidence – her sheets were black for a reason. Perhaps another ten to bury the body. A shiver ran up her spine when the thought of digging a grave didn’t sound appealing.

Scratch that. Digging a grave with you would be more pleasant, and it just gave her an idea of a number of activities you could do for ‘bonding’, as you liked to call it.

“Mo Stoirín?” She quirked an eyebrow, “How did you know Irish?” If someone was to burst through the door – most likely Enid – they wouldn’t believe their eyes; Wednesday and you, laid on her bed facing each other, her hands on you, her undivided attention on you, and most importantly, she was overcame with the urge to kiss you. Wednesday didn’t even believe herself.

You shrugged, as if knowing a random foreign language was nothing impressive, “Heard it in passing.”

Wednesday doubted that, but she didn’t comment on it. She sighed, “Whatever. It literally means the same as the first one.”

You had the audacity to pout, jutting out your tongue for good measure and poked the tip of her nose. The glare that crosses her face intensified along with the pressure on her chest, she thought she might be dying. “It’s little darling. That’s different.” The attempt to reason was futile, as she only gave you an incredulous look at the insult.

“It’s not an insult,” You quickly added before she could come up with another threat to gut you alive and leave you for the wolves to feast on, “You’re small. Deadly, yes. But cute.” She stopped listening after the word ‘deadly’ for your sake.

The colour of her ears already gave her away.

Wednesday didn’t dare make a move; and that was a statement no one ever thought would exist. She wasn’t scared – the ravennete would rather face a hundred pilgrims than admit she was ever afraid, much less of something as negligible as bursting your bubble – sure, she’d pecked your lips before, made out a few times, she was a teenager, after all.

So why was her heart hammering, pumping blood faster than normal, racing through her veins like she was being chased by a loose monster? Why was she letting herself get caught in the nets meant for the monster?

“котёнок?” Kitten.

Wednesday couldn’t bear it no more; the tightening in her chest was only going to get worse, and her lungs were dying for a puff of oxygen – they must be turning blue, judging by the passing minutes in which she was holding her breath.

She leaned forward in a quick motion, sweeping your lips in between hers and there wasn’t a taste in this world that could rival the one of these. Sometimes, they would taste like the mint you loved to take (disgusting), a tang of coffee in the mornings, chocolate or whatever flavours you had for your breakfast muffins. She loathed them.

None of those could win over this – she could only taste a tinge of vanilla from your favourite lip balm, and here, when you were caught in between her teeth, she relished the taste of copper that filled her tongue as she swallowed away the hitch of your breath at the pain.

When you pulled away, her clothes were crumpled by your unruly grip, while hers had traveled down your arm. Wednesday was sure it’d leave a bruise with how firm her hold was, as would the bloody lip – a wave of satisfaction rolled over her.

“No.” Her cheeks were adorned in an unusual rosy shade and her eyes were playful; she wanted to scoot closer, as if being squished against your body, every inch of your skin brushing against hers wasn’t enough, even if there was no room left between the two of you.

You groaned, your tongue darting out to prevent blood dripping onto the pillow. She had to resist the urge to lick it clean and earning herself another taste. “You’re really stubborn, Wednesday.”

“And you’re really kissable. Are we done pointing out the obvious?” Pursing her lips, she wondered how long it’d take you to come up with the most ridiculous names – one could only hope it wasn’t as bad as Enid’s ideas. The werewolf almost lost her canines that day when she decided to call her ‘Willa’.

“But no one else knows Russian.”

Wednesday was getting soft. Perhaps kitten might just suit her now, given the unfortunate turn of events that was your puppy eyes and the skips of her dead heart. She must be delusional.

The moment you pecked the tip of her nose and whispered, “мой котенок,” she knew she was done for.

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Wednesday Addams x Reader

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Summary : You have a nightmare, Wednesday helps.

Warning (s) : mentions of death, reader killed someone lol, I’m getting worse at summaries, this is not good..

requested by anon!

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“Yeah! Run back to where you belong, freak!” Laughter echoed in your ears, mocking, taunting your very existence as they hovered behind your shoulders. ‘My dad owns Pilgrim World.’ Yeah, right. Daddy raised a tough boy who bullied defenseless girls – outcasts, freaks. There was a reason you’d never wanted to visit the town.

And there was one reason why you’d stepped foot here today, and she was too engrossed in her investigation to notice your absence. Or the fact that you’d lost your way trying to run away instead of facing these bastards – If you could have your way, these boys would not be breathing any longer; sadly, the consequences were one you didn’t want to endure.

“Leave me alone.” You growled lowly, heat on your neck and heartbeat picking up – they stepped on the back of your shoe, and the ground met your cheek faster than you could prop your hand to soften the fall. Snickers rang from behind, proud cheers resonating in the air as the boys fist-bumped each other in triumph.

It took only half a mind to release the piled up bitterness – happened in nothing but a snap. Literally. One of them made a move to crouch over your cowering form, a shit eating grin on his face as he reached to tug at your hair. He pulled, a groan leaving your throat from the force and his body slumped to the side, eyes empty and unblinking; his neck in a weird angle that made a bile rise up your throat at the mere memory of the sight – there was no scratch over him, no evidence of your involvement in the unfortunate death.

Except for the bump on your knee and the trauma that left the rest of the boys scurrying away, you were feeling peachy. Your brightened mood as Wednesday approached and gave them another physical beating dimmed soon as her gaze settled on the dead body on the ground.

That would be hard to explain.

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Wednesday had never meant for her plans to go this way; whatever hellhounds or hydes attacked you in your dreams, she had no way of warning you or chasing them away – she was as clueless, as helpless as a newborn hatchling, unsure and confused by the world.

She had insisted you spend time, day and night, within her peripheral after the whole ordeal – it was not ideal, to add another sleeping bag in her already packed room, yet Wednesday couldn’t care less of the limited space when you slept soundly, relief flooding your features each time your eyes found hers. It made her feel a certain kind of affection, and even though both of you had established the relationship, none was brave enough to bring up the prospect of sharing a bed.

Wednesday was grateful, as hard as it was to believe or admit to herself.

She was not prepared to sit on the floor, shoulders stiff as you leaned heavily on her, an uncertainty passing through her undead heart as you quivered under your own mind and all she could offer was her presence. You had woken up after minutes, if not hours of mumbling nonsense in your sleep, arousing Wednesday from her slumber – you were not even apologetic about it, having done it enough times to know the drill; she would ignore your ragged breathing and stared at the ceiling long enough until you were calm.

It was all you did, eyes trailed on the roof until the sun rose to the sky.

Tonight, it lasted longer. Tonight, your heart didn’t still and your eyes barely searched for her, instead squeezed shut by the mere thought of facing the darkness of the room. Wednesday didn’t know what overcame her, but her veins were pulsing, calling with the need to comfort you – she loathed the idea originally, yet.. wasn’t that expected of her? To keep you sane, just as you’d done her?

Weak, you were. Painfully so. Except, if you were, Wednesday wouldn’t have allowed you here, wouldn’t have attempted to comfort your fears and chase away your nightmares – she wouldn’t have called you hers, though it had never been out loud.

And you wouldn’t have snapped the boy’s neck with no second thought, though she must admit the mercy of a quick death was something she wouldn’t have spared him.

No, you weren’t weak. Just.. lacking extreme psychotic tendency.

Wednesday supposed that offering her hand wouldn’t be such a horrific notion, given the position she was already buried in; bodies pressed into each other, your legs almost entangled as she rested hers on top of yours. Your hands were shaking like a quake, palms clammy and uncomfortable to hold onto – yet she didn’t pull away. The seer clasped your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers and squeezed as reassuringly as Wednesday Addams could, chancing a glance at your slouched form just in time to catch your shaky breath.

You were as surprised as she was upon finding her skin brushing yours, cold and nimble fingers weaving and holding you tight; they grounded you. Whether she’d been meaning to or not, Wednesday had woken you up, relieving yourself of the images haunting your mind since two weeks ago.

“The smell of decay after death results from bacteria breaking down the amino acids ornithine and lysine.” Her voice carried a long draw, as if anticipating your reaction to hearing her thoughts; as gruesome as they were – it was her to her greatest bewilderment that you’d stopped drowning and resurfaced only by a quip from her mouth.

The friction from rubbing the back of your hand with her thumb anchored Wednesday to the earth, the motion assuring her more than it did you – the Addams shifted impossibly closer to you, embarrassingly allowing you to hide your face in her neck. She needed to remind herself it was for your benefit, your comfort, as if she would shield you from the demons while being one herself.

If someone claimed she wouldn’t, they were incredibly naïve. And clueless, stupid.

You’d always looked at Wednesday like she hung the stars, the reason the world was spinning and life was flourishing – though you’d revoked the last statement in favour of bringing deaths and bodies back to earth to purge new, miserable lives into light.

Having eyes on her back had never been her favourite; most, if not all of the owners of the stares were given the same chastisement, resulting with them backing away with their tails between their legs. Yet, she’d relished your gaze, blossomed like deadly shrooms under extreme conditions.

Wednesday would gaze at you like you hung the moon, a contrast against the darkness she radiated, a flimsy armor standing between good and completely ballistic – she’d adored that.

So, yes, she would become your shield and shelter, hold your hand like preschoolers and let your head rest above her heart. Wednesday carried on with the random gory and bloody fun facts when you gave no indication of discomfort – “The average human body is reduced to between 3 and 9 lbs of cremated remains.”

The lull of her voice was enough to make you welcome slumber for the second time that night, your breaths fanning softly against her skin and it was driving her insane.

Without her acknowledgement, she allowed her arm to drape over your shoulders, the contact sending a flurry of explosions in her stomach and chest. You had let go of her hand, leaving her palm empty and cold, missing your warmth as it rested awkwardly on your thigh – she wasn’t given the time to dwell on it much longer when you wrapped yourself around her instead, fully enveloping her with your scent and Wednesday worried there was no space left for her to breathe.

Just this once, she reasoned with herself. She’d allow it once, for your demons were loud and angry, but she was enraged.

If it happened again the next night, Wednesday would justify it with the same thought, and she definitely didn’t jump at the chance to hold you close.

She would never.

Of course, as anyone would have it, she’d do it even when there were no demons to chase away.

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Hii I’d like to request Regina having a crush on reader but reader has a hard time liking her back cause of what was written about reader in the burn book (with a fluff ending??) thank you!

Who Wrote This? (Regina George X Reader)

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Summary: Even though all that had happened junior year was forgiven, what was written about you in that wretched burn book still tugged at you mind. It makes it hard for you to warm up to Regina, who just wants to be with you.

A/N: regina wrote mean ass shit in the burn book so a warning for that ig

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“Regina, if you keep staring at her, she might think you’re crazy.” The lacrosse team giggled as they watched Regina watch you. She was packing her bag after practice when she caught sight of you coming out of the school library.

“Oh, shut up.” She said, not bothering to take her eyes off of you.

This wasn’t the first time Regina’s friends had caught her looking at you. Ever since sophomore year, after being sat next to you in one of her classes, it was like she couldn’t get you out of her head. No matter how many boyfriends, or more like boy toys, she had, or how many people she slept with. When it was all over, she still thought about you, who was nothing but kind and sweet to her despite her reputation of being an evil Plastic.

“When are you gonna go talk to her?” Dina, one of Regina’s teammates, nudged her arm. “You’re clearly, like, in love with her.”

“I can’t.” She answered, now somber. “I’m pretty sure she completely hates me.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but Regina didn’t know that. From how you acted now, like she repulsed you, it seemed like you despised her. And she knew it was all her fault.

Everyone except for you had gotten over what was written about them in the burn book. The moment you read what had been written about you, what people seemed to think of you, you realized that Regina George was a two-faced mega bitch and would never change. It didn’t matter how nice you were, or how many notes or pens you had let her borrow, or how genuine she seemed around you. She would always think she was above everyone, and the people below were as meaningless and bothersome as gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

You knew she was different now, like she had really grown. But you didn’t buy it for a second. So you kept your distance, speeding off or changing seats whenever Regina tried getting close to you. Yet there was a small part of you that was hopeful about the fact that she was better now, that she wasn’t so mean.

After zipping up your bag, you looked up and locked eyes with Regina on the soccer field. Even though she was far away, she could see you clench your jaw before storming off to your car.

She couldn’t do this anymore. No matter how much you tried to avoid her, she needed to talk to you.

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You loved spending your free period in the library. You were able to catch up on homework or studying without getting distracted. Plus, Regina never came in here.

You heard the door open but didn’t look up from your notebook, where you copied notes from your textbook. Footsteps came near you, but you figured they were going to a seat past you.

But then someone sat down in the chair next to you. You looked up in the confusion, but that soon turned into an expression of annoyance.

“Please,” Regina whispered, grabbing your wrist before you could try to back your things and leave. You glared at her, and she had to force herself not to wince at your harshness. “Please, Y/n, I just wanna talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Just hear me out.” Regina pleaded, trying to stay quiet. She scooted her chair closer to you, and was surprised that you didn’t lean back or scoot away. “Hear me out, and then when I’m done, I’ll leave you alone forever. I promise.”

It pained her to promise you that, but she figured it was the only way you’d listen to her.

You stared at her momentarily before you sighed and relaxed slightly in your seat.

“Fine.” You said. “But make it quick.”

Regina nodded, trying to get her thoughts together. To be honest, she didn’t really think she’d make it this far.

“I’m sorry.” She started. “Really, really sorry. What I wrote about you in that book, I didn’t mean it, and I regret writing it every day. You were one of the only people in this school that I genuinely liked, and I ruined what little we had because I wrote something stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid.” You interjected, bitterness in your tone. “It was mean, Regina.” You turned your seat to face her better. She was glad that you were finally looking at her without running away, but hated the look of disdain and hurt on your face. “I think about what you wrote about me every day. It’s practically burned into my brain at this point. ‘Y/n L/n is a skank that no one would touch with a ten-foot pole. That-’”

“‘That nerdy bitch will end up alone.’” Regina finished the quote, her voice meek and cheeks red from embarrassment. “I remember.”

“I’m glad you have such a good memory.” You said sarcastically. “If you wrote that about someone you say you genuinely liked, I wonder what you’d write about your own mother.”

“Y/n…” Regina sighed. This was definitely not going the way she had wanted. But at the same time, she expected this to be a sour interaction. “I didn’t mean what I wrote.”

“Oh really? What, was it just a spur-of-the-moment decision to cut out my school picture and write that?”

“I had to write it, Y/n.” The absurdity of that statement shocked you into silence, so Regina took it as a chance to continue before you told her you didn’t want to hear it. “I put myself in there to frame Cady, Gretchen, and Karen for making the book. But then I remembered that you weren’t in there. I never wanted you in that book, but I didn’t want you to be blamed for it if Mr. Duvall realized you weren’t in it.”

“So…” You were trying to wrap your head around Regina’s words. “You wrote all that stuff… to protect me?”

“I hated every minute of it.” Regina seemed so serious; she looked so desperate for you to believe her. “It was so hard to write that, because I didn’t believe any of it. The truth is… I’ve actually liked you for a long time, Y/n.” You looked at her bewildered, and she took your silence as a cue to continue. “That’s why I had never put you in the book. I remember always pretending to forget or lose my pencils so I could talk to you because you’d always let me borrow yours. Or I’d leave one of my books at home, hoping that you’d share yours with me.” Regina took a deep breath, reminiscing on the little moments she had with you before she ruined it all. “It’s so corny, but I never felt as on top of the world as I did when you were talking to me.”

You stared at Regina, completely shocked. This was not at all what you were expecting when she begged you to listen to her. At the most, you thought it’d be a little apology, and then she’d leave. Instead, you had gotten a full-on love confession from Regina George, who, for the first time probably ever, looked scared as she waited for your response.

“I’ll leave you alone now.” She said after another minute of awkward silence. “I promise I won’t try to bother you anymore. And again, I’m really sorry.”

Regina stood up, but your hand shot out and grabbed her arm to stop her. She looked down at you to find that you were already staring at her.

“I…” You started, still trying to process the situation. “I guess I can forgive you. And I suppose I could give you another chance. You know, like a do-over.”

“Really?” Regina smiled hopefully, lowering back down into her chair. You realized your hand was still clasped around her arm, so you let go and cleared your throat.

“Yeah. I mean, after all, you gotta make it up to me. Emotional damages and all.”

You returned to the notes and textbook you had neglected, found where you had left off, and started writing again. Regina took this as her cue to leave, and she wondered what would happen after this. But before she could stand up again, your free hand drifted to hers on the table, pinky laying over hers. She smiled and curled her small finger around yours.

You stayed there until the end of your free period. And when the two of you went to your next class, which you shared, Regina was both relieved and ecstatic when you sat in the seat next to her without a second thought.

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Why Don't I Know You?

Requested: Yes/No ~ How about Regina having a crush on the reader but not saying anything bc she thinks the reader won't like her, but when the reader starts talking to her and everything, Regina is suddenly possessive ykwis

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Summary: Shocked when a face she doesn't recognise shows up in her class, Regina makes it her goal to learn everything about them, even if it leads to her gaining a massive crush. ~ Word Count: 4.1k ~ Warnings: lotta swearing, one slur, otherwise mainly fluff

A/N: HI!!! FIRST RENEE/REGINA FIC!!! she is criminally underwritten, so I thought I would do my part (other people pls do right for her I need stuff to read). I love her so so much, and I had a blast writing this, so pls enjoy <3 + I will be creating a Renee rapp taglist so comment or message me if you wanna be on it :)

The halls of North Shore High were like a second home to Regina. Some would call it her hunting ground. Each year, she relished her opportunity to prowl the hallways, hunting the new freshman as she committed every new face and name to mind, with the intention of digging up all the dirt she possibly could. With thanks to Gretchen, she knew everything about everyone.

But then there was you.

"Alright, we have a new student joining us today."

Regina's eyes widened in pure shock as you walked into the room. With your bag casually slung over your shoulder, you make a beeline for the empty tables surrounding Regina. Ignoring the intensity of her gaze, you drop your bag and settle into the chair next to her. The faint strains of music emanated from the headphones hanging from your ears as you began organizing your belongings, only to be interrupted by the teacher.

"Y/n, if you could please stand and introduce yourself."

Your eyes flicked nervously towards the teacher, and the entire class turned to look at you. The intensity of Regina's gaze made your cheeks glow with a faint red before you sighed dejectedly and reluctantly stood up, pulling out your headphones.

"Um... Hi, I'm Y/n... not really much else to say."

The teacher nodded at you before turning around to start the lesson. Watching as you sat down, Regina's focus shifted entirely to you.

She couldn't tell whether it was because she knew nothing about you, or that you were just so damn hot.

Maybe it was both.

As soon as the bell rang, signalling the end of the class, Regina wasted no time storming off to find Gretchen. Having watched you for the entirety of the class, she was desperate to find out everything about you.

Strutting through the packed hallway, everyone staring at her in fear, Regina locked onto her target as she came into her view. "Gretchen!" she called irritatedly. The small girl quickly turned around as her eyes widened in fear. "Tell me... How is it that I don't know anything about this new Junior, Y/n? Why wasn't I informed? I need all the details now!"

Gretchen, scrambling to keep up with Regina's relentless pace, stammered out an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Regina! I didn't even know they were coming."

"God, you are useless!"

In only a week, not only had watching you become her routine, but she had even started to develop a crush on you, as painful as that was for her to admit.

She was supposed to be chased, not the one chasing.

Seeing you had become the favourite part of her day, even above having the whole school bow at her feet. She hadn't even talked to you. She just watched.

She meticulously studied your every move, subconsciously committing all of your subtle mannerisms to memory. Like the way you would take notes, or the way you would nibble at your fingers when you were focused. Or her personal favourite, when you knawed at the end of your pencil when you were nervous or stressed.

Fuck, she wishes she was that pencil.

She hated to admit it, but the thought of talking to you terrified her. Her usually overbearing confidence drained away whenever you sat in the chair next to her, your mysterious yet comforting presence causing her to malfunction.

And yet, as she sat at lunch with Gretchen and Karen, she refused to mutter a word about you to them. The furthest they pushed was when Gretchen asked about you after catching Regina staring at you, and the look Regina gave the poor girl made her shut up immediately.

The lunch tables were packed as usual, but Regina's eyes scanned the hallway beside them. She was well aware that you never sat at any of the tables, so she patiently waited for you to return to your locker, which was conveniently placed within sight of her table.

Karen and Gretchen's incessant babbling went unnoticed as you finally appeared. She couldn't help but notice your slouched posture and sluggish movements. You looked exhausted. Your headphones, which you always had on you, dangled from one ear as you forcefully opened your locker.

As if she wasn't already concerned, the table of varsity jocks had also noticed you, taking your clearly irritated mood as a green light to push even more of your buttons. From across the room, Regina watched with a clenched jaw as three of them stood from the table and made their way towards you.

Her body ached with anger as she watched them grab you by the shoulder and throw you against the lockers. Your exhausted expression turned to one of fear as they held you up against the cold metal doors. The guy forcefully snatched your headphones away, callously tossing them to the ground and obliterating them with a single forceful step.

Regina choked on a gasp. She knew how much you loved those headphones.

She was annoyingly out of earshot as she watched them continue to laugh at and berate you whilst shaking you against the lockers. Her blood was boiling. The others had noticed her expression and cast confused glances towards the commotion, which only confused them more.

The Regina they knew would be laughing.

After Regina's next victims finally let you go, your body shook as you realised that the whole school had just watched you get shamelessly belittled. As soon as your gaze locked with Regina's, your embarrassment grew unbearable, triggering you to hastily get your belongings before moving to make a swift escape.

The last Regina saw of you, you were frantically running away, desperately trying to hide your state as tears streamed down your face.

Those jocks had no idea what was coming for them.

The next time she laid eyes on you was the week after. She had already exacted her revenge on the jocks, having called their parents and telling them they all had STDs, yet when she caught sight of your weary expression as you entered the classroom, the familiar sense of triumph eluded her.

As the lesson passed and the teacher blabbered about a new group project, Regina's eyes never left you as you buried yourself in your notebook.

"Ok, listening, please." the teacher announced, garnering both of your attention. "The groups are as follows," you patiently waited for your name to be read out so you could go back to absentmindedly doodling in the margins of your book, whilst Regina similarly waited to hear the name of the poor soul who would be stuck with her. Yet, to her surprise, she wasn't disgusted by the name read beside hers.

"Y/n and Regina,"

With eyes wide and fixed on the teacher, Regina failed to notice the sudden blush that crept onto your cheeks, causing you to quickly lower your head. "You have the rest of the lesson to plan." the teacher mumbled before returning to their desk, where they sat silently.

Neither of you moved. After a second of secretly hoping Regina would make her move, you figured she wasn't interested in you or the project. Opening your computer and immediately diving into research, Regina sat at her desk, trying to build the courage to talk to you.

God, she hated being a coward.

After a few minutes and a few internal pep talks, she decided to take her one excuse to talk to you as she finally scooted her desk towards yours and turned to face you. As she inched closer, your heart began to race, sensing her gaze fixed on you. With a bashful smile, you diverted your attention from your screen and finally made eye contact with her.

She was breathtaking.

Clearing your throat, you quickly turned back to your computer as you scratched the back of your neck. "I-I'll just do it all when I get home," you spoke nervously, presuming THE Regina George would want nothing to do with you or the project.

"What makes you think I'd make you do it alone," she retorts, her tone more flirtatious than she had intended, but she wasn't mad about it. You looked back at her, lost for words for a second as you tried to scramble together a response.

"Well... I-I just presumed you wouldn't want to help." A small smile formed on her lips as you briefly glanced at her, "I mean, you hardly pay attention, so I just... figured." She softly giggles at your words, her laughter sending a flutter of excitement through your body.

Little did you know she was distracted by you.

"Come to mine later. We can do it together." Regina's unexpected display of confidence caught both of you off guard as her usual flirtatious demeanour made a comeback. Meanwhile, you stared at her in disbelief, trying to process what had just happened. "Ugh... Yeah, sure, if that's ok?"

"I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't"

As the school bell rang through the corridors, you were overwhelmed with both relief and anxiety. After enduring a tedious day at school, you were now faced with the terrifying task of not only talking to Regina but also spending hours alone with her at her house.

Walking out the doors and towards the car park, the sound of the bustling school fading into the background, your eyes catch a familiar blonde leaning up against her Jeep. Your heart began to race faster as you approached her, your bag feeling heavier with each step.

Her expression softened as she noticed you approaching, a warm smile gracing her lips, and she pushed herself off her car. "Hey," she greets softly, a soft shade of pink painting her cheeks as you both smile at each other. "Hi," you said breathlessly with a small chuckle.

Without another word, Regina moves to get in, and you follow suit, chucking your bag into the backseat next to hers before climbing into the passenger seat.

The breeze gently tousled your hair as you drove to her house, the soothing tunes of music filling the air, matching the nervous excitement between you both. Your heart beat along with the music as you snuck glances at the girl sitting next to you. With her eyes focused on the road and the wind softly brushing her skin, you were utterly mesmerised by her.

Of course, you had heard of Regina George's horror stories, but this girl was different.

Sure, you hadn't spoken till this morning, but there was something about her you couldn't quite describe. Something that brought you to school every day, comforting you as you sat in undoubtedly one of the most boring classes, and that gave life at North Shore High purpose.

Frankly, you rejected any idea of her being a heartless bitch.

When you eventually turned into her driveway, your gaze was forced away from her as you caught sight of her house, or should you say mansion. The house was almost cinematic in grandeur, your eyes growing wider by the second as you drove closer before eventually stopping at the door.

"Wow," you mumbled under your breath as you exited her car, your eyes not leaving the building as you reached for your bag. You heard Regina chuckle lightly as she led the way to her door. "My mum's not home, thank god, so we have the place to ourselves."

You nod mindlessly as you follow her through the front door. As you trailed behind her, the pristine marble floors beneath your feet echoed with each step, a stark contrast to the scuffed linoleum of the school corridors.

Just when you thought you had gotten used to it, Regina led you to her room. Stepping inside, you find yourself mesmerised by everything around you. "This is your bedroom?" you asked, clearly taken aback. Regina glanced back at you, a shy smile on her face.

"Yeah, It was my parents, but I asked them to trade me." "Right...". You couldn't help but be captivated by the array of decorations adorning the walls, taking in the posters and photos that offered a rare glimpse into her life beyond her reign as the queen of North Shore.

Sitting on her bed and removing her shoes, she motions for you to do the same. Dropping your bag next to her massive bed and grabbing everything you need, you carefully sit down next to her, leaving enough room between the two of you so you don't seem invasive.

Opening your laptop and notebook, you place them on the bed as you pull up the project materials. You can feel Regina's gaze on you even though she's trying to be subtle, and the thought instantly makes your cheeks glow softly.

"So, uh, where do you want to start?"

The next few hours flew by as you worked on the project together. Regina was surprisingly helpful, the two of you moving closer as your work drew to a close. Now that the project was over, the familiar awkwardness lingered in the air as you searched for something to talk about that wouldn't embarrass you.

"You're really good at drawing, you know." Regina compliments softly, pointing at your notebook margins before you can say anything as you blush at her words. "Thanks... I've been doing it more since-" "Your headphones broke." Regina cuts you off as you look at her surprised.

"Yeah... How did you know that?" It was Regina's turn to blush as she realised that she had just revealed herself. Stammering to find an excuse, she looks away for a second, embarrassed. "I-I'm just a very observant person."

You look at her suspiciously with a small smile gracing your lips, the thought of Regina watching you making your heart flutter.

"You're different." you find yourself blurting out, "from how everyone else describes you, I mean." you finish quickly. Regina chuckles as she smiles at you softly. "You're different too. Good different. I like it."

The tension between you grew as you stared into each other's eyes. A softness behind her pale blue eyes drew you in, and before you knew it, you were slowly leaning in. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you caught Regina glancing down at your lips, her own caught between her teeth as your faces grew closer.

"Regina, honey!" You scramble backwards as Regina's bedroom door flies open, revealing who you believe to be her mum. "Oh. Hi there!" "Mum, seriously!?" Regina yells in disbelief. Your ears begin to ring as your head pounds, thinking about what would have happened if you had not been interrupted.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't realise you had anyone over." While Regina's mother was apologising, you could hear Regina sighing in frustration next to you. "I'll just go to the kitchen." Her mum suggests as she begins to leave the room, but you beat her to it. "No, Ms George, it's okay. I was on my way out anyway." You offer her a smile you hope appears as genuine as you quickly throw everything into your bag.

Trying to ignore Regina's pained gaze, you threw your bag over your shoulder, grabbed your shoes, and quickly exited her bedroom, making your way out the front door. You had no plan on how to get home, but you would rather walk than have to sit in that room after what had happened.

Walking into school the next day was like walking straight into a nightmare. You already weren't fond of the school, having been called slurs and made fun of constantly, but adding to that, your usual excitement of seeing Regina had been replaced with pure fear.

In just one night, you managed to spin every interaction you ever had with the girl, leaving you incredibly embarrassed about how you had let it all happen. Who were you to think Regina might actually like you? You were probably just a pawn in some big game.

Unlocking your locker and throwing it open, already fed up with the day before it had even begun, you began to unpack your stuff, completely ignorant of the approaching jock.

Walking into school with a similarly distraught look, Regina's mind was stuck reeling over the events from last night. The question of why you ran away was all she could think about until she heard a sharp bang.

Before you could react, you were once again thrown against the lockers, an irritated grunt leaving your lips. Your eyes met the same bastard who had made bullying you their new hobby. "Back for more, dyke?" he taunted you, your fists clenching involuntarily as you awaited the verbal abuse he was undoubtedly about to unleash on you.

Regina's head immediately whipped in its direction, a new sense of anger rushing through her body as she saw your saddened figure being pinned up against the lockers. Without hesitation, she storms towards the jock holding you against the wall with a fire burning behind her eyes.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

The boy's expression quickly shifted, causing him to release his grip on you and hastily retreat in terror. You sighed in relief as you observed Regina approaching you, her face contorted with unmistakable rage.

You found it quite amusing how scary everyone found her, causing the boy who had just been full of confidence to shrink into insignificance, like a tiny ant that she was about to step on.

"Look in her direction again, and it won't just be STDs next time."

The boy's face flashed in realisation before hurriedly scrambling off. All eyes were fixed on you as Regina directed her gaze towards you, her expression instantly softening with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Are you ok?" you managed a nod as the softness of her voice filled you with a comforting warmth.

"Yeah… Thanks," you replied softly, your familiar awkward energy filling the air. She watched you momentarily as you remained silent, hopeful that you would acknowledge her. Yet, as you continued to avert your gaze away from her, she gave you a soft nod before turning to leave. Her stomach sank as the failing state of your relationship grew more and more obvious.

With an unfamiliar burn of tears behind her eyes, her pace quickened as she tried to get as far away from you as she possibly could.

But you stopped her.

"Regina, wait!"

Looking over her shoulder and meeting your sorry gaze, her heart can't help but flutter as she watches you slowly jog after her. "Sorry, I-" you hesitated, feeling a surge of nerves as you came the closest you had been to Regina since yesterday. "Did you want to maybe... hang out at yours after school again?"

"Didn't we finish the project?" She seems confused, completely missing that you wanted to spend time together outside what was needed. "No, we did. I just thought we could, you know, just watch a movie or something, but if you're not into that-"

"I would love to." She interrupts your anxious babbling with a gentle laugh, her gaze filled with admiration as you stare at her in a state of surprise and joy. "Meet me at the same place, ok?" "Yeah". Regina walks away from you with a smirk as you stand there frozen.

Holy shit, you just asked Regina George out.

The trip to Regina's after the bell finally rang was much like the day before.

She waited for you by her car, dismissing her other friends when she spotted you. Greeting each other warmly before jumping in the car, you once again listened to music whilst the wind swept through your hair, a nervous yet warm sense of anticipation falling between you.

Pulling up to her house, which you were still in awe of, you jumped out of the car and walked towards the front door behind Regina. "This time, my mum actually isn't home and won't be. I made sure of it. So we really do have the place all to ourselves."

You both laughed at her words as a small blush crept onto your cheeks. You walked behind Regina as she entered her bedroom, studying the now familiar walls as she set up everything you needed to watch a movie.

After sitting on her bed with the TV switched on and Netflix loaded up, you still remained standing in her doorway, nibbling on your pencil, which you always kept stowed away in your pocket, causing her to glance at you with a puzzled expression. "You seem distracted. Everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft yet discerning.

Snapping back into reality, offering her a sheepish smile, you replied, "Yeah, just lost in thought, I guess." taking the pencil from your lips, you slowly moved towards her bed, your eyes subconsciously scanning every inch of her body, your mind going wild seeing her so comfortable.

Her gaze fixated on you, her piercing blue eyes captivating in the sunlight pouring through the window. She laughed softly, the sound filling the room with a pleasant melody. "Lost in thought or thoughts of me?"

The comment caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I… um, what makes you say that?". Regina, who reclined into her bed, gestured towards your hand, occupied by a chewed-up pencil.

"You always chew on that when you're nervous," she spoke softly. Your eyes widened in astonishment as the familiar burn returned to your cheeks. "How do you know that?" She smirked, "I notice everything." Regina's gaze never wavered as she continued watching you, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So, what's got you so nervous, Y/n?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as Regina's question hung in the air, filling the lavish room with tension. You couldn't help but fidget with your pencil, trying to find the right words to capture the overwhelming mix of emotions that Regina's presence constantly stirred within you.

"I, uh… it's just… everything, I guess. School, people, this…" You gestured vaguely between the two of you, unable to articulate the chaotic mess of feelings inside. Regina leaned up, her voice softening. "Well, you don't have to be nervous around me." Her eyes locked onto yours, a sincerity beneath the confident facade. "Now sit."

Slipping your shoes off and sitting on the bed, you move closer to Regina, who is lying against her pillows, her gaze unwavering. Eventually settling next to her, you turn to look at her, your heart fluttering as her soft eyes meet yours.

The room seemed to buzz with an unspoken energy, and all you could hear was the sound of your shared breaths. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, watching Regina's eyes analyse your face. A blush painted her cheeks, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Regina seemed hesitant, her mouth opening as if searching for the right words. "You know, I've been infatuated with you ever since you first walked into class." Your heart did a somersault at her words. A dreamy smile spread across your face, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy and disbelief.

"Regina George. Infatuated with me?" you teased playfully, her confession coursing adrenaline through your veins. With a gentle laugh, she hides her face briefly behind her hand before looking back at you, matching your wide smile.

"Shut up."

Leaning towards you, Regina's hands delicately wrapped around your neck, a slight shiver travelling down your spine. The room appeared to tighten as Regina held you, her touch confident and gentle. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes never leaving Regina's as she closed the distance.

Time seemed to stand still as her lips met yours.

The touch of her lips against yours was gentle, her hands brushing your neck with a mix of desire and passion. Everything else faded away as you fell into the kiss.

Her breath mingled with yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart echoing your own. The room seemed to buzz with an electrifying charge, and the only sounds that reached your ears were the shared breaths between you two.

As Regina pulled away, a shared moment of breathless silence hung in the air. Once buzzing with unspoken energy, the room was now filled with the soft sounds of your intertwined breaths. Regina's cheeks were tinted with a deeper blush, and a subtle smirk played on her lips.

Your mind still reeling from the feeling of her lips on hers, you speak with a breathless chuckle, "What's everyone else gonna think?". Regina smirked at your question, a glint of defiance in her eyes as she pulled you back in, mumbling her response on your lips.

"Let them talk."

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