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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕-

pairings - wednesday x gn!reader

summary - Wednesday comes to you for advice and guidance with her stalker problem, and finally confesses

warnings - kissing, slight make out, fluff, kinda investigation, wednesday is so hot omg

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It was a peaceful night at Nevermore Academy, not a sound could be heard, except for up in Apollo Hall. The soft ‘swoosh’ of a broom across wooden floors filled the large space as I did the weekly clean of my dorm.

I lived alone, well technically not, as I did have a roommate, but they never stayed here or even bothered to show up at the beginning of the semester, so I assumed that the dorm was mine for the taking. Maximus, my dorm parent, had said that he didn’t mind me having it to myself, but I needed to uphold the promise of keeping it in order just in case a new student comes along.

So here I was, ridding the space of all dust and grime. The faint sound of laughter flowed through my open window, probably coming from down in the quad. There was a late night party for the students who participated in the repair of the school, which was basically everyone. I was invited, but I’d rather be alone with my books than get drunk with the crowd. Everyone was down to do drugs and chug alcohol, which is why I was incredibly surprised to hear a swift knock at my door.

“Coming!” I called, placing the broom back into my supply closet before heading to the door. I opened it, only to be met with someone I would never expect to be at my doorstep.

Wednesday Addams, gloomy and attractive as always.

See, Wednesday and I have only interacted twice, so I was confused why she would be here at my door. The first time we met was at Eugene’s shed; I had gone there to get a jar of honey for my baking escapades, and Wednesday was there looming over a book of some sort. I had said hello, but all I received was a look and a nod.

The second time was with Enid; I was in their dorm helping her decorate a large poster board for her project on giant hawks when Wednesday arrived back from Hummers club. We made eye contact for a solid two-and-a-half seconds before she greeted Enid and went straight to her typewriter.

So for her to be standing in my doorway, arms full of papers and a black display board while her face looked bland as ever, was quite a shock to me.

“Wednesday, Hi.” I said, probably looking like an idiot.

Her eyes scanned my face before trailing down to the black apron I wore for cleaning. Instantly, my skin went red from embarrassment, and I scrambled to take it off.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of sweeping when you knocked.”

“That is fine, having a neat room shows me that you are at least cleaner than most.” Wednesday said, her voice a bit less monotonous than usual. “Can I enter?”

“I…of course!” I stammered, stepping aside so she could walk in.

I shut the door behind her, locked it, and turned to see her inspecting my walls. She moved around the room quite fast, her hand tracing along the ancient wood. Once she seemed satisfied, she placed her things on my bed and got to work setting up her display board.

“Uh, can I help with anything…?” I asked, sliding closer to see what she had.

She shook her head no and grabbed her papers to pin them up on the black panel, which is where I realized they were in fact photos of her. All of them were inconsistent, some with her by herself, others while she was with Enid or Xavier.

“Wednesday what-”

She slapped her hand to my mouth, glaring her dark eyes at me. “Be patient, you will see what I'm getting at.”

I obliged, keeping my eyes on Wednesday as she finished pinning the last of her photos. Once she was satisfied, she clasped my hand and pulled me back to see the full product. Red string trailed from each photo to a paper, which led to the center, a dark blurry figure.

We stared at it for a moment, basking in the silence. In our pause, I registered her hand in mine. Her skin was cold, but not in a repulsive way, it was more refreshing than uncomfortable. I was surprised, especially when her thumb gently traced the back of my hand.

“So, what am I looking at?” I asked, breaking the silence.

She went forward to inspect her work more closely, her hand sliding out of mine in the process. An empty feeling filled the air but I ignored it out of respect.

“Wednesday?” I asked again, coming up next to her.

“It seems that I have acquired a stalker.” She murmured, scratching her chin.

“I see that, but why did you come here?”

“Because I needed a consult.”

“What’s wrong with Enid? Xavier?”

Wednesday’s dark eyes snapped to mine, a glare clouding her face. She stared at me for a good few seconds before looking back at her board.

“Because of that picture.” She stated, pointing at one of her laying on her colorless bed, “I care for Enid and Xavier greatly, but this makes me paranoid.”

I nod, understanding her view, “How would they get a picture of you in your room?”

“A good question, but I'm not sure about the answer.”

“I see.”

Silence, again; Wednesday really likes to analyze, so I used this time to admire her.

One thing about her that I always found interesting about her was her face. While most people would say she is bland and psychotic, I fully disagree. She has always had this effect on me that I couldn’t quite pinpoint until now.

When we would pass in the hallway, I would get giddy and nervous, but as soon as she was gone those feelings diminished. We sit with each other in Creepy Creatures class, and I always get so scared to mess up on a test or choose dumb answers for homework in fear of repulsing her.

“Y/N.”

Wednesday’s voice snapped me out of my daydreaming, causing me to look down to her. Her dark, well-trained eyes searched my Y/E/C ones with curiosity.

“What were you doing?” She asked, peering up at me.

“Nothing! Just thinking about stuff.”

She hummed slowly, still staring at me. “Stuff.”

I nodded sheepishly and smiled, giving a tense shrug.

“Anyways, I had asked if you had any theories on who my despicable stalker could be.”

I thought for a moment, multiple possibilities filling my brain.

“Old family member?” I suggested.

Wednesday studied my face as she seemed to ponder about what I said. “Elaborate.”

I cleared my throat. “Distant relative. Has an issue with your family or you yourself. They want to scare you by taking stalkerish photos of you?”

“No, too easy.”

“How about a current student? Someone who is jealous of you and is trying to distract you from things about to happen?”

She pursed her lip at that one. “Maybe”

“Ooh! Or an old foe!” I said, now being very interested in the issue. “Someone you crossed and maybe have beaten in the past, they are back to scare you!”

I turned to see her slightly grinning at me, her eyes watching my every move. My face heated up and I giggled, scratching the back of my neck.

“Sorry, I love mysteries.”

Wednesday shook her head slightly, giving me an ever so small smirk. “That’s okay, investigating is cute on you.”

“Really?” I said, a blush covering my cheeks.

“Yes, it's terribly annoying.”

“Sorry.”

She scoffed, shaking her head; her eyes met mine with a fiery glaze. She was studying me again, taking in my features so they would have an imprint in her brain. I learned that Wednesday would do that so she could remember who she saw in a day in case of an unfortunate event happening.

“You are incredibly naive.” Wednesday said, tracing her fingers across a photo of her and I in botany class.

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. What did that mean? Was I supposed to pick up on something? Did she ask me another question?

“What do you mean?” I asked with caution.

Her shoulders dropped as her head drooped sadly. Cringing a slight bit, I backed away in fear that I said something wrong.

“I keep throwing signals in your direction but you are to blind to see my attempts; unless I’m just bad at flirting.”

I looked stupid, very stupid. My mouth was hanging open while my eyes squinted in thought.

“You…have a thing for me? Like a crush?”

“Yes, I have gained an attraction to you.” She said, watching for my reaction.

“Oh.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“What? No.”

“Then angry.”

“Wednesday, wait.” I said, shushing her before she started assuming the worst.

She stared, her eyes never leaving mine. Our gaze seemed to create a thin spark between us as we had a silent conversation through facial expressions. My thoughts took a pause when I saw her dark orbs flicker down to my lips, her own parting slightly.

“Can…can I kiss you Y/N?” Wednesday asked tentatively whilst rocking on her feet.

I smiled, reaching out to grab her hands.

“Call me Y/N/N.”

And with that, our lips met in a fiery blaze. Her’s were soft and delicate, yet surprisingly delicious. She tasted sweet like lemonade but with a hint of mint. My hands traveled down to her waist, pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her more properly.

We broke for air, but she dove right back in with a ferocious demeanor. I felt the prodding of her tongue begging for access into my mouth, which I happily accepted. As soon as she got clearance, she set to work exploring every crevice with curiosity. The way her tongue would slide against mine created a bubbly feeling in my stomach, which only grew when she decided to cup my face.

I pulled back, a string of spit dangled between us. Giggling, I wiped it away and planted a soft peck to her cheek.

“Now I can brag that I made out with Wednesday Addams.” I snickered, burying my nose into her neck.

Suddenly, a sharp jab of a fist collided with my stomach, causing me to clutch it in discomfort.

“Tell anyone and I will rip you off at your mid-section.” She stated before pulling me into her for a tight hug.

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cobaltperun · 2 months

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Woe out the Storm (7) - Save Me

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 3.4k

-Help me tonight, I'm closer to the edge tonight, I'm standin' on the ledge-

Wednesday had a vision, that much you figured out, and it made you worried. Every single time she had a vision it was something violent from the past or the present, related to what she touched. And this time she touched you.

You dreaded it.

The mere idea that Wednesday could touch you and see the one time you nearly lost control was terrifying, even if she likely wouldn’t see an issue in it. That night, that storm, it was a blur in your mind, all you knew was that when you regained some control there were your claw marks on the wall of your room. But no one was hurt, and no one even saw your beast form, they heard it though, and they refused to get anywhere near you for weeks after hearing it.

“Do you need a moment?” you asked as you stepped out of Wednesday’s immediate personal space. You missed the cold of her skin, it was nice, a contrast to your constant warmth. You were a raiju, you always had lightning coursing through your body, keeping you warm regardless of the weather.

Wednesday remained silent, but you could somewhat read her by now, she did need a moment. Between whatever she saw and frankly an intense dance you couldn’t blame her.

“I’m fine,” she denied it, and you were left accepting her decision.

The two of you continued dancing, though in a much tamer way now, just going along with the music, in Wednesday’s own way of course. That intensity of the first dance simmered down and while you still felt like her gaze pierced through your soul there was also something there you couldn’t quite decipher. As if she was struggling with something deep down and you had no idea what it was. The vision? The dance itself? You’d likely never know.

Eventually, not too long before the night would come to a close, the two of you separated and you went to catch some air in the pentagon. Drinks were out of the question; they weren’t fit for you. You found Galpin outside, looking like he was sulking by the tree in the middle of the pentagon.

Yeah, you weren’t getting close to him, there was water there…

“Why aren’t you with Wednesday?” he asked, completely unprompted when he noticed you.

You frowned at that and leaned back against one of the pillars. “Why aren’t you with your date, whoever that is?” you didn’t care, at the same time, you really didn’t feel like explaining yourself to him.

“She looked…” Galpin paused as he looked into the distance, sulking somberly. “like being with you didn’t bother her.”

If it was said about anyone else, it likely would have been a bad thing, after all saying your date didn’t look bothered by being with you wasn’t much of a compliment. But this was Wednesday, and her not being bothered by being with someone was probably as good as it could get.

“I think I caught her smiling when you couldn’t see her face,” now that was difficult to believe.

“Jealousy is making you see things, Galpin,” you grinned a bit, still, it was a nice thought, that you could, at least somewhat, be responsible for Wednesday Addams smiling. You certainly wished that was the case, but, again, you were talking about Wednesday.

He didn’t deny his jealousy, he just huffed and went back inside. You remained there for a bit longer, taking in the fresh air. It didn’t feel like there’d be a storm tonight, you could relax. You could enjoy being Wednesday’s date for the rest of the night and then sleep the exhaustion off. With a bit of a goofy smile on your face you went back inside, and just in time as well, as the DJ called everyone to the dance floor one last time. Your eyes found Wednesday and the two of you met in the middle of the crowd as ‘Physical’ began playing.

You were just about to start dancing, hoping to get one last dance with Wednesday when you felt it. A single drop landed on your right shoulder, the liquid soaking through your button-up shirt and connecting with your skin.

You looked up, frozen in shock as red liquid began pouring down on you and everyone and everything around you. Red paint mixed with water, and that made it even worse as it stuck to your skin.

You couldn’t get away.

At this point, it didn’t even matter.

The other students were screaming, panicking, and running outside, some due to the paint, some due to you being there, some simply due to others around them doing the same. The screams were too much, too loud, yet distant at the same time, the overwhelming scent of paint made you lose focus as it caused a headache you’d remember for a long time.

It was too much; you couldn’t contain it. You dropped down to your knees, barely holding the lightning in. Wednesday and Enid were still near you; Wednesday was right in front of you. Red sparks surrounded you, traveling through the paint on the floor. Much to your relief, you didn’t hear anyone screaming out of pain. The voltage was still too low and it dispersed enough for no one to get hurt. You closed your eyes as tightly as you could and repeatedly punched the floor, frustrated by the pain and sensory overload you were feeling.

“Y/N,” you heard Wednesday’s voice, you were vaguely aware of her kneeling down in front of you as you cried out.

“Stay away!” you yelled, begging internally for anyone to take Wednesday away, because she wouldn’t stand back, she’d welcome the danger, unaware of how little control over yourself you’d have if you shifted

“Wednesday you need to get away! She can’t control it!” you never thought you’d be happy to hear Thornhill’s voice.

You dared to open your left eye and look, hoping to see Wednesday being pulled away from you. Instead you saw Wednesday’s head snapping back as she had another vision. You couldn’t consider what that meant, or who she touched, you just clenched your fists as the colors around you began losing their brightness, as the world became more muted and fear engulfed your entire being.

“Eugene is in the woods, he’s in danger!” Wednesday suddenly said and you could have sworn you saw conflict on her paint covered face as she looked between you and the doors.

Through the panic and confusion, you saw your opportunity. “Go! Go and help him!” you shouted at her, your eyes meeting, you weren’t even considering the fact that you were basically sending her into an equally dangerous situation. “Wednesday go! You can’t do anything for me!” you just wanted her to stay away from you, to not be anywhere near if you shifted into your beast form.

A violent burst of lightning broke the staring contest between you and her and you dropped down, your hands clutching at the sides of your head as a bolt of lightning hit the table and the scent of burnt cloth overpowered the smell of paint just for a couple of moments.

“Go, I’ll handle Y/N,” you heard Weems’ voice, filled with caution and panic.

“You better,” that seemed to get Wednesday to move. Well, at least now it was just you and Weems.

“You need to let it happen, Y/N. Just shift and this all ends,” Weems, for the first time in four years you spent at Nevermore actually encouraged you to shift.

“No!” you refused, you had no idea if you could control it and you were not about to find out when you could hurt so many people.

For a moment the principal touched you and then pulled her hand back as if burnt. Considering how much lightning was coursing through you, she likely was burnt. “You’ll only hurt yourself If you don’t shift,” she gently argued, as if you weren’t aware of that.

Could you do it? Could you trust yourself to stay in control? “I can’t, just let me discharge!” you’d do it, if only Weems wasn’t there, everything was ruined anyway, if you discharged here the additional damage wouldn’t be as bad.

Weems sighed and backed away from you. “Fine, but keep it as contained as you can,” she agreed and stepped outside.

With no one around you, you gave in, letting the lightning burst through. It was a violent dance of destruction, as red as the pain beneath you. The tables closest to you cracked, the glasses shattered, the decorations caught on fire, the yeti melted in a burst of heat as even more water surrounded you, and as more water surrounded you the lightning got stronger, making the steam rise up. You had no idea how long the discharge lasted, or the extent of the damage, or even if you damaged the actual building, you just let it all out, all the built up electricity you’ve been holding in.

The words ‘give in’ echoed in your head as the lightning settled down and the colors returned to the world around you. You didn’t give in, you weren’t going to give in, for as long as you could you’d find ways to not shift.

You managed to get back up, albeit on shaky feet, the burst of lightning dried up the paint and it would be a pain in the ass to wash it off, but that was still better than the alternative option. You stumbled outside and stopped when you saw Weems. “I’m going upstairs,” you muttered, feeling exhausted yet still buzzing with lightning, even after all that you still didn’t discharge all of your energy. All of the exhaustion was physical, as far as the reserves of electricity and lightning went, you figured you depleted about half of it.

Weems nodded, and you couldn’t help but notice that she was hiding her left hand. As cruel as it was a part of you thought that she should have known better than to touch you.

~X~

It should have been her.

Wednesday Addams did not feel regret. She firmly believed people had no right to complain about the consequences of their actions, thus regret itself was meaningless. She made several choices tonight, and each of those choices would haunt her for the foreseeable future, but she wouldn’t dare regret them.

Realizing what the right choice was, however, was a different story. And the right choice was to take you along and go with Eugene. None of this would have happened if she did that, that’s what Wednesday thought as she stood near your bed and watched you. Your body would twitch occasionally, she guessed lightning was the cause of those involuntary movements.

It should have been her.

If Wednesday decided to go with Eugene, and if you were there, you wouldn’t have gotten paint all over you, and you more than likely would have protected Eugene. And if you protected Eugene he wouldn’t be fighting for his life, as he was doing right now. So, yes, Wednesday did, in fact, make a horrible mistake in judgment and she was tortured by it, plagued by it as she was constantly reminded of it by simply looking at you.

She’d be reminded of it every time she stepped outside and glanced in the direction of the hall Rave’N was held in, as even now, in the middle of the night, she could see the lightning marks on the walls, she could see the cracked gargoyle statue above the entrance to the hall and she’d see that until someone fixed it.

She should have been in the woods, alone, because this was her investigation.

You, on the other hand, would see it long after that, because even Wednesday understood how much you despised the idea of not having control over your lightning.

Another part of her wished she was there to see it, to see that wild and untamable lightning spiraling out of control.

“W-Wednesday?” you blinked several times, your voice stopping her train of thought. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, completely honest. After all, she really was fine. “Eugene is in critical condition. The monster attacked him,” she stated as she turned around.

Your reaction was immediate, and though she didn’t see it, she heard you throwing the covers off and jumping to your feet. “What?! What about you? Did the monster attack you?!” the sound of you stumbling back and abruptly sitting back down nearly made Wednesday turn back around. You got up too quickly, and as exhausted as you were you got dizzy.

“It was gone by the time I reached him,” she replied, making her way to her part of the room. Seeing the pitiful state you were in was only making the guilt she felt even stronger.

“Damn it,” she still heard you cursing as she stood in front of the window and stared outside. Enid would come out soon and then Wednesday could get the paint off her skin. “How are you feeling?” your question took her by surprise and she looked up to see you leaning sideways against the wall so you could stay on your feet. “The paint, and the allergy,” you clarified.

Wednesday didn’t feel good, especially since she, in her glee over thinking it was blood and not aware of what was happening to you, tasted the paint. Normally she wouldn’t mind feeling bad, but her allergy wasn’t her preferred cause of discomfort. It was still much better than what Eugene was going through, so in her mind she didn’t deserve a reprieve from the allergic reaction. “Do not concern yourself with me,” she replied.

“That won’t help Eugene,” you said, stumbling over to Wednesday with a white towel and a bottle of water, distilled water she guessed. You soaked the towel and held it out to her, but she refused to take it. You might believe it wouldn’t help Eugene, but she didn’t intend to help Eugene, she intended to bear with the consequences of her actions.

She should have been the one fighting for her life.

“Wednesday,” you sighed, and she guessed exhaustion made you forget about self-preservation because the very next moment you were taking Wednesday’s hand and cleaning the paint off of it.

As she watched the towel turn red Wednesday guessed this was a form of torture as well, So, she allowed it. She allowed you to clean her hands, she remained silent as you went back to your part of the room and took another towel, she remained perfectly still when you brought that towel up to her face. “Eugene will be fine, he’s a strong kid,” you whispered, so softly it made Wednesday feel sick. “It’s the monster’s fault,” you pulled away, not daring to push her further, you were already more than bold for touching her hands and face.

“It should have been me,” she firmly stated, leaving no room for arguments as she allowed you to hear what she felt. There, by the window, with just the two of you, somehow she felt like she could just come out and say it.

You shook your head. “It shouldn’t have been anyone,” but you were wrong.

She chose to get involved, and her actions had consequences, only, this time, the wrong person paid the price.

When Enid came out of the bathroom she found the two of you still by the window, just standing there in silence. Wednesday felt nauseous, but you being there, somehow made her feel less guilty. You being there calmed her down, prevented her from spiraling deeper into that thought, that it should have been her, and she couldn't understand why you had that effect on her.

She still inched a bit closer to you, and somehow, the warmth radiating from your body didn't bother her in a bad way. It bothered her, but in a way that she didn't mind.

~X~

The week after the Rave’N was… uneventful. Eugene was in a coma, but he’d make a full recovery, and you, well, the students avoided you like a plague. Most understood the damage you caused wasn’t intentional, but, much like how one wouldn’t risk looking at gorgon’s snakes, they wouldn’t risk being close to you either.

Enid had to pull you away from the damaged wall several times, as you’d just sit and stare at it, wondering if there was anything you could have done to stop it. You were just thankful no one got hurt.

You supposed you should be grateful for small mercies.

And now there was a parents’ weekend and you should have been happy, but you really wished your father would show up this year. You wanted to talk to him, to ask him what to do, how to better control yourself. Your mom tried, she really did, but there wasn’t much she could tell you, simply not being a raiju was enough to make her unable to help you. And being a normie made it even more impossible for her to do anything other than offer her unconditional love and support.

“Y/N!” and she did just that, rushing to hug you the moment she stepped outside the taxi. “I missed you so much!” she held you close, pouring all of her love for you into that hug.

“I missed you too, mom,” you relaxed in an instant, and it felt like everything was perfectly fine, like nothing could ever go wrong as long as you knew she’d be on your side. The soft scent of her perfume, the warmth and softness of her coat, the way she soothed you by rubbing circles over your back. You closed your eyes, burning the moment into your memory.

“Your principal told me what happened, don’t worry about it, okay? I called Elijah, he’ll come as soon as he can,” she whispered, reassuring you and surprising you at the same time.

You pulled back a bit, watching her with wide eyes. “Dad is coming?” you couldn’t help but ask.

She nodded, smiling softly. “I couldn’t let him slack off when you need him,” she ruffled your hair a bit. “We’ll figure it all out, as a family,” and you believed her.

“Come on, let’s go to the shed,” you grinned, taking her hand and leading her to your own personal place. She was more than accepting of you being a raiju, she knew what she was getting into when she fell in love with your dad, but she still felt more comfortable when it was just her and you. Besides, you could properly catch up, and she’d only stay for a few hours, so the shed was truly the best option.

The shed, as you called it, was well, a shed. A small wooden building you cleaned and fixed up and used as storage and club spot. The shelves were filled with old electronic devices, from cameras, to computers, to blenders and coffee machines, and then there were different pieces from different devices. Enid once told you that, if you were given time and motivation you could create an electronic monstrosity and set it free on the town.

As if you needed to create one.

“So, Enid told me you have a crush,” you nearly tripped over nothing when your mom said that.

“I do not! Wednesday is just a friend damn it!” you shouted, and maybe you were willing to admit Wednesday may have an effect on you, as you caught yourself thinking about ways to get even with Enid for this.

“I never you had a crush on Wednesday,” your mom’s teasing grin would haunt you tonight…

“You don’t have to. I know what Enid thinks,” you grumbled as you sat on the chair and slumped back with your arms crossed over your chest. “The gossip queen of Nevermore.”

Your mom's laughter quickly filled the shed and you couldn't help but join in. "I may have a bit of a crush on her, but, that's... I don't think she's interested in that," even if she did allow you to do a lot of things you never thought Wednesday would allow anyone.

"Being a raiju doesn't mean you won't find the right person," your mom said softly.

You groaned at that. "Come on! Leave me alone!" you whined, not really wanting to open that can of worms. "Besides, it's not being a raiju, it's just Wednesday being Wednesday," hell, you dared to think being a raiju was a plus in Wednesday's book.

A/N: Well, technically speaking we are halfway through the season, and by my calculations we are roughly eight chapters away from the Season 1 finale. Just figured I could say that. Thanks for reading, see you next time!

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #jenna ortega x reader

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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Kiss

a/n: the wifi in my apartment has been out for 3 days?? I'm gonna throw hands with management stg. I wrote this at 4am this time so it might suck but we get jealous Wednesday and a first kiss. Enjoy this one pals, especially you Alex.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 2.2k

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Wednesday woke up to the sounds of heavy rain against the large window in her dorm. She could feel the cold seeping through the window and biting at her skin when she removed her blanket. To her surprise and satisfaction, Enid was already gone. Today, Wednesday took her time getting ready. There were no noises disturbing the morning silence or stopping her from enjoying the morning chill. When Wednesday was ready, she headed down to breakfast. Intending to join you, even if you’re not fully awake.

Wednesday scans the dining hall, and it doesn't take long to spot you in your usual seat. This time, you have company: Enid. Wednesday tries not to let it bother her, there's no reason you can't hang out with Enid. You're friends, after all.

But, Enid was sitting in Wednesday's spot, and that makes her pause. Enid was sitting closer than Wednesday normally would, talking to you animatedly about something Wednesday couldn't hear. You were smiling and laughing along with whatever mindless things Enid was saying. Your attention was fully on Enid and whatever unintelligent things she was saying. It made Wednesday's chest tighten with something she was unfamiliar with.

Wednesday doesn't like it, not one bit. Wednesday quickly makes her way to the two of you, finally making her presence known. You notice her first.

"Oh, good morning Wednesday," you said, voice light and a little breathy. Wednesday's eyes settle on your figure, taking in your relaxed posture. You take her in too,

"Howdy roomie, sleep well?" Enid asks.

"Enid, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Wednesday asks next.

"Not yet, I was a little busy-"

"Go get it." Wednesday snapped, eyes not leaving you. Both of you missed the knowing smile on Enid's face

"Sure! Either of you want anything while I'm up?" she asks, schooling her features while standing.

"If I need anything I'll get it myself, thank you though" you answered gently, once again, turning your attention to her.

"Alright, Wednesday?"

Wednesday clenches her jaw, her voice tight with irritation, "No."

With that, Enid walked towards the long line of students waiting for their breakfast. You softly sighed in relief, Enid was extra enthusiastic this morning. You looked down for a moment, just to gather some energy before addressing Wednesday.

"Sorry about that, she kind of just showed up," you said tiredly, before looking up to meet her gaze. Wednesday hasn’t moved from her spot, just staring at you. After a beat, she moves to the spot Enid previously occupied; moving to sit just as close, it surprised you.

“Wednesday?” you asked softly, so gently it made the squeezing in her chest loosen just slightly. Wednesday decides no one else gets the privilege of hearing how soft your voice can get.

“You are to stay by my side the rest of the day.” she proclaimed, surprising you even more.

“But that’s not-” you tried to reject that idea, but Wednesday was not having that.

“It’s the weekend, there are no classes. You can spend the rest of the day with me without further issues.” you look at her face closely, seeing satisfaction cross her features for a fraction of a second before going back to her deadpan look.

You want to laugh at the absurdity of the demand, at how it makes you feel. You and Wednesday spend a lot of time together already, but hearing her say it out loud is hilarious. Does she not realize just how much time you spend together?

All you can manage is a small smile and a breathy laugh, unconsciously leaning into her. Causing her to look at you, eyes softening but also showing confusion. She doesn't understand why you're laughing. Before you could answer Enid comes back pouting, "Hey guys! Sorry, that took so long, the line was really long. They didn’t have any good things left,"

Your attention snaps away from Wednesday, and embarrassment colors your cheeks; you hadn't realized how close you and Wednesday were. Sitting up straight, you clear your throat before speaking, "It’s alright, the line looked long from here."

Enid sits down across from you, in her rightful spot Wednesday notes. She isn't sure why Enid seems so relentless in talking to you today. She watches the two of you converse; Wednesday watches how you put more space between the two of you, leaning more to your other side. You look tired, your eyes slightly drooping but still managing to be fully in your conversation with Enid. Her name pulls her from her thoughts, "Wednesday, you should go get some breakfast before they run out." Enid said.

"I'm not interested in mediocre-" you cut Wednesday off.

"You should eat something. You'll get hungry before lunch if you don't," you say gently. Wednesday is taken aback, she didn’t know you knew that about her.

"You need to eat too," Wednesday replies. She watches as you shake your head lightly, "I'm okay, I'm not too hungry right now. Go get something before they close the line down,"

Wednesday releases a sharp exhale, not liking how soft your voice is; at least in front of Enid. She doesn't like how it affects her either. Wednesday looks at you sharply, "Fine, but I'm getting you one thing and you will eat it. Understand?" she leaves before you can answer though.

You watch her stomp to the, now, empty line of students. Once Wednesday is out of earshot Enid asks, "Soo, have you guys kissed yet?" causing you to choke on air.

"What kind of question is that?" you cough out, cheeks promptly turning a deep red. You're fully awake now, "Enid, you can't just ask someone that question out of nowhere."

"We're practically besties, so I can. Now answer my question! I wanna know everything!" she says animatedly, a teasing glint in her eyes, watching you look down bashfully. Enid is fully aware you two haven't kissed. She just wants to put the idea in your head.

Your mind goes through every interaction you've had with Wednesday. Truthfully, kissing hadn't crossed your mind, too busy enjoying being with Wednesday to consider something that intimate. You're not even sure Wednesday would consider that,, kissing you. Now looking back on it, there had been ample opportunities to do so. Realizing this made the redness in your cheeks spread to your ears and neck, making Enid laugh.

Wednesday comes out of the line to see this; your head is down and everything from the neck up is red, blushing, and Enid looks to be ruthlessly teasing you. The scene causes something to burn inside her chest. Wednesday dislikes it, everything about it. What had Enid said to make you that red? Her feet are moving before she can comprehend it.

The sound of a tray loudly hitting the table startles you and Enid. Wednesday scans the table, you're still avoiding eye contact and Enid is sending her a proud smile. That smile irks Wednesday for an unknown reason. She reclaims her appropriate spot next to you before wordlessly sliding an apple in front of you.

Wednesday watches you silently take the apple and start eating it, whatever Enid has said to you is still affecting you. Wednesday despises the effect Enid has on you; she's glaring at Enid before she can think about it. All Enid does is send her a smirk and a wink before walking off, irritating Wednesday even more.

The rest of breakfast is blissfully quiet, aside from the quiet chewing from both you and Wednesday. Both of your thoughts are racing, both for different reasons. Your thoughts consist of what it would be like to kiss Wednesday, trying to desperately push that thought out so you can act somewhat normal. Her thoughts stuck on what Enid had done to make you react that way and how she, herself, could get you to react that way.

After finishing breakfast Wednesday stands quietly and offers her tray to put your trash on. Once the core of the apple settles next to her trash she walks to the nearest trashcan. You take a breath and shake your head, gathering what little thoughts you have. When Wednesday comes back you look at her and nod, signaling you're ready to leave.

Both of you are making your way through the doors of the dining hall when someone calls for you, "Hey cutie! You got any plans? I was gonna go hang out with Enid and the group later if you wanna join," both of you and Wednesday turn around to find Yoko.

You stupidly point at yourself, she laughs exuberantly in response and walks closer to you two. When she's close enough she wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you away from Wednesday and into her own personal space. It infuriates Wednesday, and the fire in her chest grows warmer. Before you can politely decline the invitation Wednesday barks out, "We already have plans,"

Yoko raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, like what? Sitting around and reading a boring old book? Doesn’t sound that entertaining to me," she refutes, antagonizing Wednesday.

"Don't be surprised if there's another garlic incident," Wednesday replies sharply, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Completely missing Yoko shiver, turn to Enid, and whisper, "Please don’t make me do that again. I might actually die.."

The walk to the dorm was quick, not once did Wednesday let go of your hand. Her grip tighten halfway through when yet another person called out for you. She had no intention of letting anyone steal your attention away from her so she kept walking. When you both reached her room, she all but pushed you inside and closed the door harshly.

Wednesday took a few calming breaths before turning around to speak, "I didn’t realize you were so popular"

"yeah, I didn’t either," you reply, a laugh mixed with a sigh. You were tired, all these interactions so early in the morning were draining.

"Don’t-" Wednesday starts but quickly cuts herself off. She sharply exhales, miffed by how this whole situation affected her. She had no idea what she was feeling but she knew she didn’t like you being casually touched or someone else making you blush.

"Wednesday, are you okay?" you ask carefully, gently. It's something only Wednesday should get to hear, no one else should get the privilege — the pleasure. She decides no one else gets to have you the way she does, not in any capacity.

"What were you and Enid talking about earlier?" she asks, ignoring your concerns. She watches as your face turns red again, the burning sensation in her chest threatens to engulf her.

"She was just teasing me about tripping the other day," you lie through your teeth, hoping it’s a reasonable excuse. It's not, Wednesday sees right through it. She takes methodical steps towards you, hoping you don’t notice the fire in her eyes; hoping you don’t step away, you don’t, you never would. She's close now, close enough to feel her breath on your skin.

"You’re lying to me," she says evenly, not offended in the slightest. She watches your eyes travel every inch of her face, your attention fully on her, and the fire in her chest subsides slightly.

She watches your breath hitch, eyes landing on her lips more often than anything else on her face. Wednesday realizes then what the burning feeling was — jealousy. The burning acidity of jealousy that came with the thought of sharing you with someone else, the thought of losing you. No, she can't have that; no one else can have you.

"Look at me," she said quietly, not wanting to scare you away. She watches you tear your gaze away from her lips to look into her eyes. She sees something in your eyes, something akin to adoration and devotion. The same look is reflected in her own eyes. She likes that look in your eyes, she decides.

You hold eye contact, holding your breath; too afraid to disrupt the still air. Wednesday moves first, grabbing the collar of your shirt and dragging your lips to hers. It's not what you imagined your first kiss would be like, but the kiss emits overwhelming emotion. Both of you close your eyes to revel in the feeling. The feeling of her lips grazing yours is heavenly, nothing short of perfect.

You reach out to grab her jaw and the back of her neck, keeping her from leaving. Wednesday didn’t realize just how much she wanted this, needed to kiss you. Neither of you is sure how much time had passed, but it hasn't been long enough. Her lips unintentionally tremble with the overwhelming emotions she feels. You pull back then, afraid you went too far.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away-" you rushed out, moving to let go and step back but you're cut off.

"Again," Wednesday demands, reaching to pull you back, not ready to have your lips part from hers. Even as close as you are, it's not close enough. She wants to feel your body against hers and feel your lips on hers. She sees you smile before connecting your lips to hers.

Wednesday decides then that she doesn't want to live without the feeling of your lips on hers. She wants to make it a daily occurrence, wants to make it part of her daily routine. She could see herself becoming addicted to this feeling.

Wednesday has always been repulsed by her parent's displays of affection, but if this is how it feels then maybe she understands.

tags:@alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka

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theworldofotps · 4 months

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Strangers

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 1,839 Description: Going from strangers to lovers to well he isn't sure now.

I've had this song on repeat since it came out and just had to write a piece based on it. Lewis is truly a musical genius and I'm so happy he released these bonus songs. 🖤

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Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Tyler could easily recall the first time he had met you, having gone out after a show to share a couple drinks with the lads while in New York. A bit crowded for a bar on a Wednesday night with more patrons than he would have predicted. Someone had the radio turned up a bit loud and Wonderwall was blasting from the speakers. “I hate this song, it’s so overplayed and let’s be honest they could easily find better music.” Turning his head Tyler couldn’t help a slight chuckle hearing the voice go on about the song currently playing throughout the bar. His eyes landed on you, glancing back at the lads to see they were all to engrossed in whatever they were watching on Dante’s phone. Tyler slipped away from the table and walked over to where you were chatting with the bartender.

“You’re not the only one with that thought, I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve heard this play in one night on the radio.”

Normally he wasn’t so forward, just walking up to a stranger and talking to them but he just felt the need to speak with you. It felt like a jolt of lightning when you turned and smiled at him, his heart fluttered against his ribcage.

“Thank you finally someone who knows what they’re talking about. The name’s y/n pleasure to meet you stranger.”

“Tyler and a pleasure to meet you, mind if I have a seat?”

“Not at all we can continue to talk about why this song needs to be forgotten already.”

You laughed bringing your drink up to your lips to take some of the cool crisp liquid in. Tyler watched in silence for a moment, laughing when your eyes rolled as the chorus came on.

“Honestly give it a break already we know we know after all you’re my wonderwall.”

“Sorta ruins the bar experience, you here by yourself?”

“Yeah, my friend bailed on me, so I figured I’d just sit here anyway, what about you?”

“Nah, I came with some of my friends there are over at one of the tables, but I think they’re watching a game on Dante’s phone, so I just left.”

“Do you think they’d mind if you ditched them to hang out with a stranger?”

“I don’t think they’d be thrilled but they know I can handle myself besides New York is my city I know this place like the back of my hand.”

“Well do you want to go to a park and sit with a drink we can chat there just hang out or something, Long as you promise you’re not a murderer or anything.”

Tyler laughed shaking his head in amusement as he ordered two bottles of drinks to go.

“No, I’m not a murderer I know a park just a few blocks from here.”

After telling his friends what was happening and promising to text them once he got home Tyler led you from the bar. Chatting the whole way to the park where you two sat for hours nursing your drinks and talking about everything you could possibly think of.

That was the first night you stayed at his apartment the two of you both far too interested by each other to even bother sleeping. When he walked you home, he made sure to get your number pressing a kiss to your cheek with a promise to see you soon as he could. Months passed and the two of you became practically inseparable, if you were staying at his apartment when he wasn’t traveling for work, he was staying at yours. You even went to a few of his shows once you found out what Tyler did for a living. It was no surprise when he asked you out for the first time when he had a month off work. He couldn’t seem to get you out of his head every time he was away, he was falling faster than he ever had before.

“Something is obviously bothering you babe.”

Tyler said as he laid on his side behind you gently rubbing your back, you’d been a quieter than usual since he got back from his last show.

“I read some of the comments from your fans on that picture Danhausen posted, they think that you and Kris are secretly together. And then I saw a thread where they were listing people you would be a perfect match with.”

You spoke softly looking at the wall you weren’t sure why it had gotten to you suddenly, the two of you agreed to keep your relationship private. You didn’t want the spotlight but there were still moments where you felt like you didn’t measure up to the beautiful women, he was surrounded by all the time. Tyler listened his frown deepening the more you spoke. Gently he tugged your shoulder so you would roll over to face him.

“Y/n, I can’t say I know what you’re feeling because I’m not you, but I know what it feels like to question your self-worth and feel like you aren’t good enough. But I can promise you there’s nobody else I’d rather be with than you. I’ve never fallen for someone like I have you and I mean that; I’ve waited all my life to find something like this. What we have is special, what we have is something I wouldn’t trade or let go of if I could help it.”

Tyler held your hand in his placing a soft kiss to your knuckles as his thumb gently rubbed little circles into the back of your hand. You listen pushing some of the hair out of his face as your heart swelled.

“You really mean all of that?”

“Swear it on everything, I love you y/n and you’re the only one for me I want everything that comes with it. And if it would make you feel more secure coming out and telling everyone we can I just want you to know that I want you and only you.”

It was the first time he’d ever said those words and it felt like his heart was lodged in his throat as he waited for your response. Your eyes searching his face as you smiled at him and leaned close your lips brushing ever so softly against his.

“I love you too Tyler.”

The joy and happiness that flowed through him was one he hadn’t experienced before he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. His body relaxing more into the mattress as the weight that had been on his chest lifted.

He knew it was coming before you had even said anything had noticed over the last few weeks you pulling farther away from him. Your replies to his messages while away were shorter and took longer for replies. Tyler knew the distance was starting to affect your relationship but he couldn’t help it he had a job that needed to be done and that included traveling. The bigger he got as a wrestler the more he was needed for public appearances. You had tried to be understanding but it had gotten to the point that you weren’t happy. The rumors flying that Tyler had taken a girl back to his hotel room hadn’t helped either, he did everything to prove to you that he was faithful. It was one of his coworkers Anna who came by long enough to pick up her boyfriend’s duffle bag that Tyler had grabbed by mistake. When you stopped by his place on one of the few nights, he was home he knew as soon as he opened the door what was coming.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded your head, you hated the thought, but you couldn’t drag this out any longer. Neither of you deserved that Tyler bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes watered, he looked at the ceiling hoping you wouldn’t notice how much this was killing him. Opening the door wider he seen an empty box in your hands and knew you had come to collect some of your things. This was it, the moment he’d been dreading for weeks and had hoped was just a figment of his overactive thinking.

He watched in silence as you collected some of your items slowly erasing yourself from the apartment.

“I’ll be back for the rest soon or whenever you’re home again.”

“You won’t reconsider, can’t we talk about this?”

His voice was gruff with tears, and it broke your heart to see him this way, giving a slow shake of your head you swallowed the lump building in your throat.

“This is for the best Tyler, I’m sorry but I just can’t do this anymore I wish you the best. I’ll never forget you.”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek you left closing the door leaving him alone with the silence the only sound he could hear was the ticking of his watch the pounding of his heart in his chest. Then the quiet sobs that were leaving him as he fell to the floor. He couldn’t believe you were really gone; sure, he could have tried to argue with you more. But he knew once you made your mind up about something, especially when it came to your happiness, there was no way to change it.

Falling asleep that night had been difficult, the smell of your perfume lingered in the bedroom and when he woke up, remembering this wasn’t a horrible nightmare, he broke down again.

Tyler spent the following weeks after locked away in the apartment the countless beer bottles surrounded his bed and stubbed out joints in the ashtray on his nightstand. He did everything he could to try and forget you, hoping the booze would dull the pain and the high would numb his mind. Nothing worked, here he was the days slipping by blurring into one long period. Every time his phone rang, and it wasn’t you he’d leave it there. His voicemail was finally full, his friends and family had been by more than once trying to get him to answer the door. The only way they even knew he was alive was the occasional reply to his dad.

He felt like his world had crumbled and buried him under the crushing weight of grief, the end of a relationship that had brought him such a joy he hadn’t known before. While you were out there moving on, he was stuck in a cycle of drinking and smoking to try and forget it all. He couldn’t understand any of it, he never imagined that going from strangers to lovers only to be strangers all over again would hurt this badly. It was a pain he wouldn’t wish on anyone and yet here he was going through that exact ache, only now he didn’t know how to cope. Didn’t know how he was going to get over this heartbreak or if he even could.

#Spotify #hook aew #hook fanfiction #hook x reader #aew hook #tyler senerchia #lewis capaldi #aew

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lum13 · 1 year

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is it possible for a Wednesday x Reader where Wednesday meets Reader again and she thought reader died long ago but is actually alive and reader helps Wednesday in her investigations? (Reader actually died but made a bargain at some deity or something and Reader protects Wednesday from Thornhill from a gunshot and before Reader disappears, Wednesday confesses her love for reader for the first and last time)

The ghost of you

“You’re not real.”

You smiled softly.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Wednesday Addams x fem! Reader

Looking up from her typewriter, her orbs met yours. Moonlight tracing her skin, she has never been more beautiful.

“I’m back,” You said, “Did you miss me?”

A pause. She stared blankly, before getting back to her novel again.

“I thought I told you to get out of my head.” She replied– her face remaining unchanged.

“Too bad.” You giggled softly, “I’m not inside your head.”

“You died six years ago.” Wednesday snapped, her lips turning into a scowl. You pursed your lips, your eyebrows knitted in a thin line.

“I'm back now.” You tried, but was silenced by a glare. Your eyes averted, you drowned in a mix of guilt, pain, and everything else. Though those feelings screamed otherwise, you smiled bitterly, locking eyes with the raven haired girl.

“Stop trying to make me delusional.” She growled.

“Deny all you want, Wednesday. I’m not dead.” You chuckled, bringing yourself closer, leaning on the desk. “I’m living, can’t you see?”

She didn’t want to admit it. She wasn’t going to admit it. She didn’t want to go through all of it again– she didn’t want to go through the heartbreak again.

She loved you, but the universe seemed to prefer the two of you apart.

“I saw that marking on the statue.” You commented, peeking over, alarming the raven haired girl. “In the hallways? You know what statue I’m talking about, right? Uh, Edgar Allen?”

Wednesday took her moment to compose herself, before turning to look at you.

“Why are you still stuck in my head?” She said, shutting her book close. “I thought I had gotten rid of you.”

“I’m not in your head.” You whined, burying your face into your hands. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“No matter how many times you repeat that false statement, I will not believe it.”

You sighed, before giving up. This girl can not be convinced, you realized.

“You could’ve just said a thank you.” You raised your brows, huffing.

“I don’t thank ghosts.” She claimed, crossing her arms. She scanned your standing figure, before turning back to the stacks of books on the bookshelves. “Be thankful you have your feet. Most don’t.”

You gasped, seemingly offended by her remark. You clutched your chest dramatically, “I’m hurt, Wednesday addams. You think I’m a ghost now.”

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Because you are.” She said, before grabbing her things to leave you alone in the library. You watched her growing smaller as the distance between you two enlarged, sighing.

It wasn’t her fault. It was your fault– you and your stupid younger self.

“I never knew that ghosts party, too.”

Your lips curved upwards at the familiar voice. “Hello to you too, Wednesday.”

You felt the tilt of the couch from the girl’s weight as she sat beside you. Faint music played in the background, making you hum to the melody. You leaned back sleepily, sinking in the chilly atmosphere.

“Why are you here?” You heard her say.

You lifted your head to scan the girl’s form. Her hair was tied up, out of her usual braid. Her dress fit her perfectly– she was magnificent.

“Ghosts party too.” You grinned, swaying your legs in the air. You could feel her glare, but decided not to bother.

“Who are you with?” You asked.

“Elaborate.”

“Your partner. Who is it?”

The girl paused, as if hesitant to give an answer. “Tyler.”

“Ah, the weathervane boy.” You giggled, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Do you like him?”

“No.” Wednesday said swiftly, too fast for her liking. “No. I don’t.”

You hummed in reply, wrapping your arm around yourself. You sighed– you were tired. You were tired and wanted to sleep more than anything else. Being in this party sucked all your energy.

“I recommend not to. He has a bad vibe.” You muttered, before drifting off to sleep. It probably isn't the best choice to fall asleep here, but you didn’t really care about anything at this point.

It’ll work out, you figured.

“What if Xavier isn’t the murderer?”

Wednesday glanced at you– lying down on her bed, facing the ceiling as you played with your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied simply, dusting her leather jacket, grabbing her flashlight from her desk.

“He might not be.” You said, “Always think of the variables.”

“If he’s not the killer, we’ll have to do it over.” She said, “Find out who’s behind all this.”

She stared at herself in the mirror, before her eyes flickered back to you.

“Hopefully we get it right.”

“--but at least I’ll get to kill you, Wednesday.”

You watched in horror as the scene emerged before your eyes. With Thornhill’s gun pointed to the raven haired girl’s head, you felt yourself freeze, panic washing over you.

Run, your mind screamed, run and save her.

But your feet stayed planted on the ground. You couldn’t do anything– you couldn’t do anything.

Bang of the gun rang through the school.

Are you really going to let it happen again?

Your feet moved on their own. You tackled the girl out of the way, a piercing pain following.

The excruciating pain made it hard to breathe. Were you even breathing? You couldn’t tell. Blood stained your uniform, the red blooming from your collarbone– slowly reaching out. You heard muffled gasps and screams, though it was hard to form words due to your extreme pain.

Then you saw Wednesday– her eyes wide and round, shaking your shoulders, desperate to keep you awake. Her mouth was moving– what was she saying?

Then you saw it.

I love you.

You felt the stinging of the tears threatening to come out. It didn’t take long for it to drop.

Familiar feelings of guilt stabbed you in your heart. I’m sorry, you wanted to say.

I’m sorry for making you go through it again.

You closed your eyes, letting darkness take over.

Maybe in the next life, you can be happy together.

Maybe in the next life, the universe would let the two of you be.

Oh, how you hoped it would be true.

don’t we hate angst.. :)

also not proofread bc it’s like 4am in Korea rn I am this close to falling asleep

#Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #wednesday addams #jenna Ortega x reader

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lopsicle · 1 year

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Okay, so I finished Wednesday like 3 days ago and I’ve really been wanting to write a fic since, so let me know if this is any good!

Pairing: Enid x Wednesday (implies romantic, but not together yet)

Warnings: Tickle fic, mentions of death

Words: 2,300.

Overworked

No one particularly liked working hard, mainly due to how tired it could make you, or the task itself, but some still saw it as a necessary evil and would push themselves to their limits to get whatever it is finished. In our case, Wednesday Addams is hunched over her table, each exhale letting clouds of cold smoke exit her freezing lips. It was in the middle of winter, and if she was being honest, which she wouldn’t be, she was experiencing a burn out with her writing. However, she didn’t want to talk about with anyone, or make Enid think she was growing lazy, so the girl continued, no matter how small or meaningless the idea. Her hands were practically frosted over and each tap at her typewriter was a slow, awkward movement. Her teeth gritted in frustration each time her mind went blank, or when she simply couldn’t figure out how to continue her novel.

The girl continued like this for the better part of an hour, before she heard the door suddenly open. The girl’s fingers curled in as Enid merrily barged into the shared dorm. Living with the girl was like a rollercoaster for Wednesday. Enid had her upsides and her downsides, but much like a rollercoaster, it seems confusing as to why you’d like it. She was a polar opposite to the gothic girl, yet as Enid said, they worked, even if they didn’t know why. ‘Wednesday! You will never believe what me and Yoko did, I haven’t had time to write about it on my- are you alright?’ She asked, taking a few cautious steps towards her. The two girls were very observant of each other’s habits, and this definitely wasn’t how Wednesday wrote, her fingers were stiff and her movements had much less energy then usual. It was another mystery to Wednesday on why Enid cared this much about her, but after a while, she learned to accept it, even if she found it aggravating at times. She let out another breath of cold air, which just made Enid more concerned. ‘Yes,’ Wednesday replied. Okay, something was wrong. Her voice was quieter then usual, almost drained, and normally she’d have some kind of remark to make it against Enid, but this time it was just nothing. A lie. Enid walked towards the girl, and reclusively, Wednesday turned her body back to the typewriter, not facing the girl. The werewolf leaned down next to her, and placed her hand on Wednesday’s, causing the girl to let out a sharp exhale and tug her hand away. Enid nearly recoiled just from feeling the icicle that was Wednesday’s hand. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re absolutely freezing! How long have you been sitting there for?’ She asked, as Wednesday finally turned to with a look of irritation. She took her time pulling her paper out from the typewriter and sealing it in her box before giving the girl a response. ‘An hour,’ she said flatly, still too deflated to even shoot a remark at Enid for touching her. ‘An hour?!’ The colourful girl’s eyes widened and she shook her head. ‘No, no, you couldn’t of been sitting there for an hour!’ Enid said incredulously, she knew the girl lacked self preservation, I mean, she practically threw herself at danger at any opportunity, but this seemed stupid, even for Wednesday.

‘You have eyes, don’t you?’ Wednesday shot back at her, which Enid for the most part ignored. ‘You’re going to your bed right now,’ Enid said sternly, standing right behind the girl. Wednesday didn’t even bother looking back at her as she said ‘I’m not a child.’ Enid huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Well, your certainly acting like one, you’ve been here far too long, you’re feel like ice!’ Wednesday’s finger slowed over the typewriter. She couldn’t focus like this, not when Enid was caring about her, all she could focus on was her denial to let the girl help her, and she hated it. ‘I’m not acting like a child, you’re acting overbearing. I’m behind on my novel, I have to keep doing this,’ she explained, trying to keep a calm tone to not upset Enid further. The girl behind her fell silent, to which Wednesday assumed would be the end of their mini argument. But in reality, Enid wasn’t going to back down that easily, not at all. Wednesday had taken her attention away from the werewolf, which gave her some time to think about what she should do. Sure, she could pick Wednesday up and carry her to her bed, but the gothic one would definitely get disgruntled at that. There was the option of just giving her a blanket while she was on the chair, but Enid thought that would be too simply, especially since Wednesday had proven to be difficult right now. Though, there was one option that lingered in her mind. Wednesday’s arms were stretched in front of her as her digits tapped against the typewriter in an agonisingly slow fashion, and Enid’s eyes were drew to the girls side. Sure, it may seem uncharacteristic for Wednesday Addams of all people to be tickling, but it was worth a shot to at least try. She stretched out her index finger and took a long, colourful now before swiping it down Wednesday’s side. The girl practically recoiled away in surprise, nearly falling off her chair but she caught herself in the desk with her left arm. She flipped her head around to this her dorm mate with gritted teeth, ready to tear into her for even trying that, but the smirk the other girl was wearing completely tore away her confidence to that. ‘Don’t,’ Wednesday ordered firmly, wrapping her left arm around her stomach and holding out her right in Enid’s direction to be ready to try and stop the girl if she advanced. ‘Don’t what?’ Enid asked with the sweetest, oblivious smile as she took another step closer to the goth, causing her to lower herself in her chair and curl her knees to her chest. ‘You know what,’ she stated, her tone having the slightest hint of desperation in it, but that wasn’t gonna save her. ‘I don’t know, could you remind me?’ She asked, suddenly snatching Wednesday’s right wrist and holding her arm above her head. Normally, Wednesday would be able to fight the girl off, but that’s on a good day, not a sleep deprived, freezing day. The girl tightly pressed her lips shut, and covering her mouth already with her left hand. ‘Now, let’s see here..’ Enid’s fingers wrapped around Wednesday’s sides before she started rapidly squeezing against them, causing the cold girl to bounce with each touch from the werewolf’s hands. ‘Hm, you’re already getting really squirmy, someone must be very ticklish, that’s so fun!’ Enid smiled down warmly at the girl, who despite her current mannerisms, was still wearing a neutral expression.

Wednesday had been tickled before, so she learned how to control herself in the situation, however Enid was probing rather difficult for her. Wednesday didn’t mind the tickles at all, she was favourable to them, but she’d die before she’d admit that. I mean, with her other interests like death, and torture, you’d think admitting that she likes tickling would be easy enough, but it seemed far too off-brand and childish for her, she couldn’t allow herself to. That’s why Enid’s teasing was making it even harder for her not to crack and let out the giggles blocked up in her throat. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll stop at any time!’ Enid said thoughtfully, as her hands made its way around to Wednesday’s stomach. ‘As long as you take a break and get yourself warm, I mean, even your tummy is freezing!’ She exclaimed, scribbling her long painted nails around Wednesday’s stomach, sending sharp ticklish shocks all throughout the girl’s torso. Wednesday pressed her arms further against her face, not wanting let a single reaction slip as she buckled slightly at the devilish touch of her friend’s nails. Her head shook slightly in response to Enid’s statement, half because she still wanted to continue her writing, and half because she didn’t want it to end just yet. She bit down on the inside of her cheek as some laughter nearly threatened to spill, but kept herself composed nonetheless. ‘Fine, have it your way!’ Enid said, but her tone was only half serious, mainly because she was still concerned for Wednesday, but knew the girl wouldn’t listen to her normally. Her scribbling got even faster, with one hand clawing at the girl’s stomach and her other randomly scratching along with her nails. The nail on her pinkie finger even slipped into the girl’s belly button and started swirling against it in circles,vans finally, all the tickling attention caught up to the girl and she couldn’t contain herself anymore.

‘Kihihihihihihi!’ Wednesday’s legs kicked back and forth halfheartedly as a barrage of soft snickers exited her mouth. Her expression miraculously remained neutral, but her lips were curling at the end of her mouth. Enid’s heart melted at the sight of the squirming girl beneath her. ‘Aw, you have such adorable laughter! You should really start laughing more!’ She encouraged, but she knew it would be fruitless; Wednesday would hardly open up like that. However, the teasing was making this all the more torturous for Wednesday, slowly breaking down at her composure. The worst was yet to come for the girl as Enid’s nails trailed a bit further up and her nails were just barely tracing at her bottom rib. This tipped Wednesday over the edge, she held her hand tightly against her mouth and began twisting her body around in the chair, flailing her legs around as she tried to use her free arm to bat at Enid’s hands. ‘Aw, what’s wrong, did I find a bad spot?’ She cooed, letting her fingers wiggle and pinch against the girl’s ribs, which made her jolt and squirm around, her arms randomly flailing around as laughter carelessly poured out of her mouth. ‘Ah! E-e ihahahd! Stahahahp!’ The girl could only muster out a couple of words between her laughter, which Enid chuckled out. Enid slowly pulled away her fingers from the goth. ‘Hm, I could,’ and in an instant, she jabbed them all back against her ribs, letting them wriggle around and scratch against the sensitive spot. ‘But you have been difficult lately!’

Wednesday utterly exploded into loud, awkward laughter. ‘Ahahahaha my gahahahahad, fihahaahahne, I’ll tahahahahake a breahahahahak!’ She conceded, still flustered she was bested of tickling of all things. Enid slowly pulled her hands away, giving her ribs one last pinch which made the girl jump. Wednesday leaned back in her wooden chair, taking in deep breaths through her nose as she settled down tiredly. All the squirming had only warmed the girl up a bit, but she was still extremely cold. Enid smiled softly at the sight, proud of her new discovery. ‘Thanks for your cooperation.’ She decided that Wednesday looked tired enough and slowly, almost cautiously picked her up but Wednesday accepted the touch and even wrapped her arms around the colourful girl’s neck to make it easier for her to be carried. She pulled back the pitch black covers of the girl’s bed and placed her against the mattress, which she nearly melted into. Enid leaned down next to the bed. ‘How are you feeling?’ She asked compassionately. ‘Drained,’ Wednesday replied, but she wanted to say more. So much more. I mean, this could be her one opportunity to final receive any form of tickling, she wanted to take it so badly. And this was Enid she was talking about, the girl was so trustworthy and had accepted Wednesday’s other morbid interests, she’d be sure to accept a softer one, right?

‘I didn’t mind that..’ she muttered, barely audible but Enid picked it up with a teasing smirk. ‘Mind what?’ She asked, which caused Wednesday to subtly curl up a bit. ‘What you just did,’ she responded, her throat tightening a bit as the words left her mouth, unable to take them back. Enid raised an eyebrow at this and examined the exhausted girl again. She wasn’t messing with her, that was for sure, and she liked the tickling? Enid’s face took a second to process before breaking out in a wide smile, thinking of a careful response before saying ‘That’s okay! I think I liked it too!’ She offered, and Wednesday let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. ‘Maybe we could do it again sometime!’ Enid offered again, presenting it as just a possibility as she didn’t want to overstep. Wednesday pondered in silence for a moment, before finally saying ‘Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll rip out your tongue.’ She warned her, which caused Enid to giggle. ‘Of course! Our secret!’ Wednesday covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, her eyes blinking slowly and it looked like the girl was on the verge of passing out. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to sleep now, night Wednesday!’ She turned to leave, but she felt a small, gentle pinch on the back of her trouser leg, behind her knee. She turned to see Wednesday’s arm stretched out to her, and she mumbled a small ‘stay here..’. Enid’s heart fluttered at the sight as she gave the girl a nod, seemingly loosing her ability to speak as she crawled into the bed next to her. Neither of the girls were that experienced with physical contact, so Wednesday leaned the side of her head on the girl’s lap as Enid pulled the covers of her, and the girl was finally starting to feel warm as her stressed expression was replaced with a peaceful one.

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“You’re very lucky,” Andy said, “that I’m much too old and mature to lock the two of you into that rehearsal room and not let you out until you figure it out.”

'You’re very lucky,' Andy said, 'that I’m much too old and mature to lock the two of you into that rehearsal room and not let you out until you figure it out.'

'I know,' Joe groaned, grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes. 'I don't know what to do, Andy. He won't let me apologise and I keep saying the wrong things. I'm just making it worse.'

'What did you do to him?' Andy demanded, shoving at his shoulder until he looked at her. 'He said something melodramatic but never actually explained. Tell me.'

'I—it's private.' Andy looked less than impressed. Joe tried again. 'Private to Nicky. I don't—I shouldn't—'

'Don't tell me his feelings then. Tell me what you did.'

'I...' Joe sighed, and dropped his head so he wouldn't have to meet Andy's eyes anymore. 'I broke his heart, I think. I definitely hurt him deeply.'

Andy had a way about her. A set to her face, or her shoulders. Maybe something in her eyes. Whatever it was, she turned it on you, and you had no choice but to tell her all your secrets.

Joe was absolutely not immune. The whole terrible story poured out of him like poison from a wound. He tried to avoid speaking for Nicky, or guessing at his feelings, but there was no guessing at "I love you", or "the first boy I ever thought I loved". Nicky's words had haunted Joe for years, and it had only got worse with every new agonising conversation they had.

Andy watched him impassively the whole time, no judgment or feeling on her face at all. It made it harder, somehow, to keep his own face straight. Joe told her all the worst parts of himself, and had to fight to keep his voice even. His eyes burned with the threat of tears that he refused to give into.

'It's a bit of a mess, Joe,' was all she said in the end. But she reached out and took Joe's hand, and squeezed, and he squeezed back gratefully.

'I know,' Joe said again, quiet and pained. 'but I don't know how to fix it. He won't talk to me about anything other than our repertoire. I don't even know why we couldn't rehearse today, he just told me no when I asked.'

Andy glanced at the calendar on the far wall of her office, and her mouth made a little o of understanding.

'Nicky's busy on Wednesdays,' she said simply, like Joe should have known all along.

He didn't even bother asking, just raised an eyebrow at her and spread his hands wide like, what?

Andy shrugged at him, and heaved herself to her feet off her low, squashy couch.

'Nicky volunteers on Wednesdays,' she said, digging through the drawers of her desk for something. 'He never misses it. He—aha, I knew I had it.'

Andy handed Joe a half-crushed leaflet and then dropped heavily into her desk chair. Andy did everything with grace, but never with elegance if she could avoid it.

Adopt a Musician! The leaflet offered in cheerful red comic sans above pictures of smiling children. It also said 2015, which made Joe raise an eyebrow again.

'It was supposed to be a one time thing to get children involved with the royal academy,' Andy said, kicking her feet up onto her desk. 'But Nicky wanted it to continue, so now he volunteers at the high school nearby every week. He's mentoring three kids right now, I think.'

'He's teaching them piano?' Joe asked, peering at the leaflet like it held all the secrets Nicky refused to share with him.

Andy nodded, slowly. 'It's more than that, I think. It's... It's not a great school. We do outreach in a few ways to try and help, and we have specific instructors for that. Nicky just took it so personally though. He met some kids, took a liking to them. One of them is in her last year at the academy now, Nicky drags me out to see her every time she has a show.'

Something in Joe's chest ached.

'He does this every week?'

'He loves it,' said Andy, smiling. 'He says the kids just need a friend, and he's happy to do it. He brings something out in them, it's nice to see.'

At the word friend, the ache in Joe's chest cracked open.

'That's lovely,' he said, and if his voice was rough, Andy was kind enough not to comment on it.

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rjmartin11 · 10 months

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Serious angst, sorrow, heartache, hope for the future.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Eleven! If you have made it this far, you guys are amazing! I appreciate all your support and love! If y'all love this chapter, like, comment, repost, and follow!

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Wednesday just seemed to fly by. Elvis and you stayed in the suite half of the day talking about his final shows and ordering room service.

Elvis sensed a change in your demeanor. You were quieter than usual, and let him do most of the talking. When Elvis inquired about the change in you, you insisted nothing was further from the truth. You'd smile at him, then kiss and hug him to reassure him.

You try to mask your true feelings from him. You do your best to keep a smile on your face. You steal a kiss from him every now and again.

You embrace him deeply, trying to memorize every part of him. His manly musk and Old Spice scent. His fine black hair. His cerulean eyes shined like sea. The feel of his soft skin. The bass of his Southern drawl and how it rumbled in his chest. His boisterous laugh. The way he felt inside you. The taste of his pouty lips. Oh, how you love him. Would Elvis understand how much?

Elvis had two shows Wednesday evening, and you were his special guest of honor. You sat with Lucy and Penny during both shows. You did your best to distance yourself from the other Mafia wives who just saw you as another notch in Elvis' bedpost. You became very friendly with Lucy and Penny. Although you were still suspicious of Penny, you remained as kind as possible.

During intermission, Joann came to the table to give her sincerest apologies for Pam's behavior. You told Joann that you weren't angry at her, and she shouldn't be apologizing for the actions of others. You had respect for Joann because she was kind and courteous. There was a very strong loyalty within Elvis inner circle. You respected that.

The second show flew by, and Elvis shined brighter than the sun itself. Where on Earth did he get all that energy?

The ladies and you sat bar side as you waited for Elvis to appear at the after party. The three of you discussed the differences and similarities of the two shows of the evening. Which suit you enjoyed more. You personally love the black jumpsuit. It was edgy, exciting, and sexy just like him. The thought of him thrusting on stage made your heart palpitate and pussy throb. How can you leave him?

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Lucy asked, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You seem upset."

"Just... thinking." You responded.

"May I ask what about? You look so sad."

It was just you and Lucy. Penny and Joann went to get another drink from the bar. You felt like you could trust Lucy. She was the closest thing you had to a friend in Vegas. You hadn't bothered calling Jill back, and Lucy knew more about Elvis.

"Lucy, Elvis asked me to move with him to Memphis last night."

Lucy's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped low from the shock of your revelation.

"Really? What did you say?" She asked.

"He stopped me before I could say anything. He told me to think about it, but my mind is made up." You paused.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Are you coming to Memphis?"

"I can't, Lucy. I still have some...things to figure out back in Atlanta."

"Things? Is there someone else?"

"No," you shake your head. "Elvis is the only one."

"Then why not come to Memphis? You'd love it. Live music is everywhere. The best barbecue in the South."

"You're really laying it on thick, huh?" You asked Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could use another friend."

A smirk graced her face, and she took a sip from her glass. You do enjoy your time with Lucy. Although she seemed quiet, she was fun, knowledgeable, and kind. She didn't place herself with the mixture of the Mafia wives and girlfriends because she knew of their drama. She trusted a few people and not everyone. Lucy believed in telling people what they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. She didn't gossip or spread rumors, which made her a great asset to the group. Lucy knew there was something between me and Elvis, which is why she told me about his ex-girlfriends and ex-lovers.

"I guess I could always use another friend, too," you say, smiling.

"So you'll come to Memphis?!?"

"I didn't say that, Lucy."

"Y/N." Lucy beseeched me.

You shake your head. You can't believe she really wants you to stay with Elvis. Drop everything you know in Atlanta and move. Maybe this was a sign that you should stay with Elvis. Maybe.

The next second, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and it's Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry says.

"Oh, I see how you do me." Lucy stated. "Brush me off for another woman right in front of me. That's what we're doing now?"

You widened your eyes. What did he do? Jerry had a smile on his face the whole while. He leans over and gives Lucy a kiss.

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous tonight. That dress on you is spectacular." Jerry replied.

"Oh, this old thing?" Lucy smirked.

These two were too cute for words. Lucy and Jerry had their own secret love language. Jerry looks back at you and says.

"Elvis wants to see you privately, Y/N."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Lucy." You say your goodbyes, and Jerry escorted you out of the after-party and to another room.

Jerry opened the door for you to this other room on the penthouse floor. It's the only room you've never been in on the whole wing. Elvis sees you walking in. A giant grin covers his face, and he walks over to you, planting kisses on your face. You giggle at the gesture.

"Your shows were amazing tonight, E! I had so much fun." You say, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Y/N/N, baby."

When you opened your eyes, you realized you two were not alone. You slowly released Elvis and backed away.

"Y/N/N, I want you to meet someone." Elvis steps to the side, and you get a better view of this older gentleman.

The gentleman was Elvis' height with fine white hair and a thin salt and pepper mustache. He dressed well. He had a warm smile, which brought you comfort because you were alarmed by his presence.

"Y/N, this is my father, Vernon Presley. Daddy, this is Y/N."

Oh, his father. You started to laugh a little bit. You placed your hand on your stomach while Elvis held your other hand.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Presley. It-it's nice to meet you." You choke out.

"It's nice to meet you as well, honey." Vernon steps forward and offers you his hand. You accept it gladly.

You look into Vernon's eyes and smile. For their the same eyes as Elvis. It's Vernon you have to thank for the beauty of your love.

"Elvis has your eyes, sir."

"Well, Gladys' eyes were brown, so I guess he does have my eyes."

"I'm sure you get it all the time."

"Not too often, but thank you for noticing."

"Y'all hungry, or is it just me?" Elvis asked.

"I could eat." You interject.

The three of you eat together and talk over dinner. Vernon was a bit quiet but spoke when he was asked a question. You noticed when Elvis and Vernon make eyes at one another during dinner like there was a secret going on between them. You didn't fixate on the matter with the thought of leaving Elvis in less than two days.

After dinner, you and Elvis bid Vernon a goodnight. Then, without anyone noticing, you both sneak into his suite to spend some quality time together.

Elvis takes you into his arms and plants a kiss on your forehead. Then, your right cheek. Then your left cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and finally, he kisses your lips. The butterflies start to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Elvis slowly moves away from your lips and gazes into your eyes. He still holds you close.

"Baby, is everything okay?" Elvis asks, cupping your face.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" You inquire.

"Something. I don't know, baby. You seem... distant."

You guess you're not that great of an actress after all. You smile away the tension you feel at this current moment and try to catch those butterflies that he gave you a moment ago. You kiss him back once more and cup his face.

"Nonsense. Do you know how happy you've made me in the last week? I feel like I view life through a different lens now because of you. I'm so grateful."

"How grateful, Y/N/N?" Elvis asks, rubbing your back.

"Should I show you?" You whisper.

"Please show me."

You raise his neck and start slowly kissing him. You feel his heart racing as he laces his hands in your curls. He breathes rapidly, and you both collapse on the bed.

Elvis rolls on top of you and kisses you deeply, passionately. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his tanned chest. Then you unbuckle his belt. Elvis slides his hand down between your legs and into your sacred place.

You jerk your head back, trying to catch your breath. You slip your hand into Elvis' pants and stroke his hardened cock. Elvis moans at your gesture. You take this opportunity to turn him over by way of interwoven your legs. You flip yourself, where you are saddled on top of Elvis. Elvis cups your face with one of his hands. You kiss the palm of his hand and smile.

You begin to undress yourself.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you? You ain't nervous to be bare in front of me, are ya, baby?"

"Not one bit," you say, removing your dress completely and tossing it to the side.

You gently place yourself on top of Elvis' penis. You slowly grind on top of him, and Elvis firmly grips your sides, gently hoisting you up and down on his dick. You both moan off beat as you rise up and down on his cock. In a pleasure filled state, Elvis rolls his eyes closed.

"No, E. Look at me." You say, placing your hands on his face to get his attention. You lean your head against his forehead and whisper. "Your eyes are bluer than the heavens in the month of May. More... clearer than any ocean. Huh. You light up my life, Elvis."

You see tears spring from his eyes. He feels marvelous. The next moment, Elvis raises you onto his lower stomach, cumming all over himself. You cum where he placed you on his lower stomach. You both catch your breath as you are spent in each other. You find yourself in Elvis' embrace. He kisses your lips so softly.

"Y/N, baby, that was so amazing, and what you said... that was sweet. No one's ever described my eyes that way." Elvis says.

"I meant every word."

Elvis kisses your temple, lays his head back, and closes his eyes. After a moment, you hear him lightly breathing, and you know he's asleep. You lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It brings you comfort, but the more you listen to it, the more you believe his heart beats in sync with your own. No, that can't be, you think. How can that be?

You look up at the clock. You notice it's after midnight. It's Thursday. You have one more day to be with Elvis. Time seems to be against you. It's like you're living in an hourglass, and you can see the grains of sand pour to the bottom.

You feel the tears burn your eyes, and you softly pat your damp face. You can't cry. Not now. You decide to go and take a shower. Maybe the warm water could bring you some comfort.

You quietly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Baby, where you going?" Elvis awakens from your absence in the bed.

You stop short at the sound of his voice. You don't turn around for fear that he'll see your tear stained face.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep." You tell him.

You turn on the shower and jump in. You don't really care about the temperature of the water. You want to release the tension you're feeling. You start to cry as the water hits your toes. You feel like the walls of the hourglass are closing in, and the sand is speeding faster than water to the bottom. That fragile glass is cracking before you.

So many questions flood your mind, such as:

How can I leave him?

How will I tell him?

If I break his heart, shall I also break my heart in the process?

How can I go back to a life without love?

Suddenly, you hear the door open to the bathroom. You quickly rinse away your tears, allowing the water to run over your face. Hopefully, clearing your eyes from the redness of your tears.

"Y/N/N, baby, you've been in here a while. You okay?" Elvis asks outside the shower door.

"I'm almost done, E."

Elvis opens the door to look at you. He politely glares at your body up and down as the water covers you from head to toe.

"May I join you?" He asks.

"I won't stop you."

Elvis climbs in the shower with you and kisses you. He puts his head back in the shower spout, allowing the water to soak his body. Then he kisses you again. You both stare at each other for a moment. Fearing you may start to cry again, you gently hug Elvis. Elvis holds you closely, rubbing your back as the warm water runs over your bodies.

"Elvis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Should I be cruel to a heart that's true?" Elvis asks, holding her face between hands.

You lightly shake your head no and smile.

"Y/N, you have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen." Elvis says.

"There's nothing special about my eyes."

"That's not true. I see you. I see the beauty in your gentle soul. You light up my life, Y/N."

You smile, and Elvis kisses you again. You both spend the next five minutes in the shower cleaning each off. You dry off each other and head back to bed. Elvis wraps his arms around you, holding you until he falls asleep. Your nerves are still on end, and you barely catch a wink. One more day. One more day, with your love. You cuddle up closely to Elvis and drift off to sleep.

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Thursday was pacing by agonizingly slow. Elvis kissed your face continually, trying to get your attention.

"Morning, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear. "Wake up, please. I wanna spend a few minutes with you before I go."

You smile at him, blinking your eyes open.

"Morning, E," you yawned, quickly covering your morning breath.

Elvis moved your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together, and slowly placed his lips on top of yours.

"Hmm... you are so sweet." You spoke with a groggy voice. "Did you say you had to go?" You tried clearing your throat to speak more clearly.

"Yeah, I gotta do rehearsal for the last show tomorrow night." Elvis dipped his head in the nook of your neck.

Damn. Your flight is on Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. His first show is at 10 p.m.

No, Elvis, please don't talk about tomorrow, you think, holding onto him. Tomorrow I leave you. Let's focus on today. Today, the sun is shining and bright. Today, you are in my arms, and I'm in yours. Tomorrow I won't be. Tomorrow, my arms will be empty with nothing but my bags as I board a plane and leave you. Let's speak of today. Your eyes are clear today. Tomorrow, they will be sad and gray. Let's just stay in today.

Your thoughts get the best of you and you comb your fingers through his hair. "Elvis Aaron, let's talk about what we'll do today, huh?"

Elvis looks at your face, confession covers his features.

"Baby, are you crying?"

You quickly wipe your face.

"No, E. My allergies are catching up with me."

"Allergies?"

"Yeah, my nose gets runny and my eyes water. It's also a sign of me waking up. I just hope I don't start sneezing." You lie.

You lie your ass off. You just want to enjoy your last day with Elvis. You know if you discuss it or bring it up, you'd be crying all day, and he'd talk you into going home with him.

"Do I need to get one of the guys to go to the store to getcha some allergy pills?" Elvis asks.

"Oh no, Elvis. I have some in my luggage."

Damn the luggage. Not the next thought you wanted to have.

"Well, baby. After I'm done with sound check and rehearsal, I'm all yours for the rest of the day. What should we do?" Elvis asks, laying down beside you as he props his head up on his hand. "Do you wanna go back to the Golden Steer? Stuffed mushrooms sound good."

"Or we can order room service? They have some great stuffed mushrooms and pasta. I'm craving pasta."

"Okay. We can do that. Sounds great." Elvis smiles and pecks your lips. "Now I need to go get ready."

Elvis scurried away from the bed to get dressed, and you sit up on the bed waiting patiently. Elvis takes about ten minutes to look his best, and that doesn't take much because he's gorgeous. He looks at you with those baby blues, and you smile. Elvis still manages to make you smile. He still has the power to make your heart flutter. It has only been six days after all. He gives you one last kiss before he leaves and exits the suite.

You exhale that breath that you were holding in. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. You take another shower, brush your teeth, and do your hair. You can't bear to look at yourself in the mirror for your morning affirmations. The only words that come to mind are fool and coward.

You leave the bathing room and put your clothes on. You grab your bag and search for your plane ticket for Atlanta. You find it in the your the lining of your luggage and look at the ticket fully. It reads:

From Las Vegas, Nevada to Atlanta, Georgia. 5 P.M. departure.

You sit back on the floor and clutch the ticket to your heart. You contemplate your situation. You play with the pros and cons over and over again in your head.

Con: We just met six days ago.

Pro: He's a sweetheart.

Con: He lied to me the first night we met.

Pro: He wanted me to get to know him as a man and lover. Not a singer. Not an entertainer.

Con: He has old girlfriend issues.

Pro: It seems that he makes me his priority.

Con: Quitting my job for a man I just met.

Pro: He'll take care of me.

Con: I'm too young.

Pro: I love him.

These run in your head over and over again. It all runs to you loving him, yet you fear this love is unrequited. Yes, he's a great lover and friend, but neither of you established yourselves as a couple.

You ultimately decide it's best to leave him and get your life together. How can you start a life with Elvis when you personally don't have all your ducks in a row?

If you love someone, you must let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be. You think.

Elvis has to trust that you are making the right decision. This is the toughest decision you've ever made. You keep questioning yourself because you found the love you've dreamed of and prayed for.

But who falls in love in a week? Something that begins so suddenly can end just as quickly. You don't want that. You just need time. If Elvis cares even one tenth about you, he will understand. Maybe even one day he can love you as much as you love him.

After you finish contemplating your pros and cons, you decide to take a nap. You laugh at the other pros and cons that didn't matter as much like:

Cons: No sex

Pros: Elvis will rock your world.

Cons: Mafia Wives

Pros: Lucy

Even Lucy tried to convince you that Memphis was a great place to live.

You don't think on Memphis too much as sleep starts to invade your idled brain. You don't fight it. You allow it to take over you. Sleeping is better than crying your worries away. It's better than crying yourself into hysteria or a headache. You'll tell Elvis over dinner.

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You feel the touch of his soft lips on your cheek and warmth cascades over your body. You smile, opening your eyes to see Elvis' handsome face. He smiles back, kissing your nose.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, E." You answer him. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went great. Everyone is on their best behavior. They know where they need to be. It's going to be great. I'm excited."

"I hear it in your voice." You say, raising from where you lay.

"I'm starving. You ready to order room service, Y/N?"

"Yes, I'm hungry."

You both order room service. In the next fifteen minutes, your dinner has arrived at the suite. Two plates of pasta with chicken and a large order of stuffed mushrooms. You both agreed that you'd get dessert after dinner.

You both eat your dinner on the floor where you ate your breakfast the other morning. You engage in deep conversation, and you speak as if nothing is wrong. Elvis speaks on your mood. You tell him that you just needed to eat something and assure him you feel much better.

"Good thing, baby. Cause I was worried." He tells you.

"I never meant to worry you. There's no reason to worry." You tell him as you take his hand.

"I'm glad to know that." Elvis leans in and kisses you. "I can't wait to show Memphis, baby. I can't wait to show you Graceland! You'll love it."

"Tell me more about Graceland. Please." You ask him, sliding over to Elvis and placing your head on his head.

"Well, it my little patch of heaven. I bought the house for my mama because she loved the old Southern charm of it all. I loved how it was gated and was bigger than the shotgun house I was born in."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." You want to know even if it stings.

"When you come off the road, you turn into the metal gates that have music note on them. The gates open to this a long driveway surrounded by several beautiful live oak trees. You see the house in the distance."

"What's the house look like?"

"It's a large cobblestone estate with green shutters on the windows. The front of the house has four large pillars holding it up. At the top of the pillars, where the attic is, sits a mini window on the triangle frame. There are hedges in front of the first-floor windows on either side. The stairs in front are guarded by two classic lion statues on both sides. A stain glass window above the door with roses and the letter P in the middle. Nothing to special about the front door itself. The handle is unique. It's golden, and you use your thumb to open the door."

"What's on the other side of the door?" You ask, holding his hand.

"White carpet graces the halls. From the front door to the living room on your right and to the dining room on your left. If you look up, you'll see the chandelier. There's a fireplace.The curtains are a royal blue with gold trim. I have a music room that goes beyond the living room with a piano. Before you reach the dining room, you'll see the staircase that leads to my room. Our room."

You look up at Elvis, and he smiles at you.

"Our room?" You ask. "Is our room pretty?"

"It's magnificent. The bigger room in the house. The biggest bed you've ever seen."

"It's bigger than this bed?" You point at the bed you both currently sleep in.

"Bigger. With satin sheets." Elvis says, kissing the top of your head.

You love this man. You want to go with him to Graceland so badly. You pray he'll understand your plea, and he forgives you. The next moment, the two are falling to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday, the next morning.

You awaken in a stupor. You feel so numb and sad. Elvis unwrapped his arms from around you in the middle of the night, making your getaway easy.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. You take a quick shower, trying to find the right words to take Elvis. This isn't going to be easy or simple. Again, you're unable to look in the mirror. You put your clothes out last night to wear them today. You dress yourself and head out to the sofa by the television.

You sit there in silence with your bags in front of you. You try to relax yourself as Elvis sleeps. You pray that everything will turn out for the best. You hear Elvis wake up, but you don't look over at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" He calls for you.

"I'm here, Elvis." You answer him.

Elvis looks over at you, but you don't look back. He grunts and gets out of bed, heading over to you.

"Baby, what are you doing over here?"

"I..." You pause. You realize this is it. The truth is coming out. "I have a plane to catch."

"What? Y/N, we don't leave for Memphis until tomorrow morning."

"I can't go with you to Memphis, Elvis." You say, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Why not?" Elvis asked.

"We just met a week ago, and I still have some growing up to do myself. If anything you taught me, it's I can be on my own and live life to the fullest."

"No, baby, you're running. You're running away from me. Why? What are you so afraid?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm not running."

"Yes, Y/N/N, you are. You're running away. Why, baby? Why are you running away from me?"

"Because I love you!" You shout at Elvis.

You cover your mouth at your confession. You're shocked at your own words, yet you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. It feels good to get the truth out instead of concealing it from him. You feared the profession of your love to Elvis would scare him away, but perhaps your confession will allow him to let you go. It will break your heart, but it's time to get back to reality from this week long daydream.

You continue to be as honest as you can with him, tears steady flowing down your cheeks.

"I love you, Elvis Aaron. So much. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out. You are fun and exciting and a little dangerous. You're addicting too. The love I feel for you is irrevocable. Elvis, after spending so much time with you. I realize, in fact, you are a king."

Elvis' eyes are wet, but he shakes his head at your last statement.

"No, Y/N. I'm not..." Elvis starts.

"If you heard what I said." You interrupt him, lightly placing your index finger over his mouth. "I said a king. Not the king. We both know who the true king of kings is. But in the world of men, there are kings. Men who walk proudly but not in vain. Like you. You give with your heart and soul. Like when we went shopping the other day. You gave that homeless man money because you knew he was in need. You weren't too proud to help someone less fortunate than you. You didn't do it because you are this big mega star. You are humble and kind. You give of yourself, and put others before yourself. These are traits that make you a true king amongst men. All the reasons I've fallen in love with you."

Elvis smiles and shakes his head at you.

"I love you too, Y/N/N. I loved you the first night we met. You let me in your heart when you thought I was just a regular security guard."

You laugh with joy as more tears fall from your eyes. Elvis continues to speak.

"If you love me so much, Y/N/N, why aren't you coming with me?" He asked.

"I need to go back home, Elvis. To get myself straight, and I'll come back to you. I promise. I found that the safest place is in your arms. I will write to you. My love."

Elvis grabs you and kisses you with so much passion that you nearly pass out. Your heart swoons.

"You will come back to me, won't you, baby? You will come to me in Memphis?" Elvis asks, partial fear shadowing his voice.

"I will. I promise."

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Tattoos & Bruises

Chapter 10

Notes: I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG! Life has had me tied up... and honestly not in a way I like 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Something for you to wake up to baby @pebbleswritessometimes Let the YELLING begin hehe

Warnings: ANGST

The days that past Larissa would leave before you would wake in the mornings and be back with you before the sun had set, the school would be closing soon, which would then mean more time together and the conversation about your past had still not happened. Tonight has to be the night. The air needed to be cleared and things needed to be explained. You didn’t want it hanging over your heads when you could be enjoying each other’s company instead. You moved the couches around and packed the floor with pillows, stir fry was served and glasses of wine was poured. You were busy changing into something more comfortable when you heard her come in. “Someone clearly has something planned for this evening I see!” You walked out the passage to see the beautiful woman kicking off her shoes. “Nothing much planned Riss, just figured a nice dinner and maybe a chance to chat?” She came up and pulled you against her, as tall as she was compared to you, you both somehow just fit perfectly together. Leaning down she kissed you softly. “Sounds like a lovely idea darling, let me go and change first.”

Food had been pushed aside and another bottle of wine had been opened. Larissa’s eyes held so much hurt in them as she listened to you. Never sure what to say or if it was appropriate to even ask anything. “Larissa, it’s fine, you don’t have to sit there in silence… you can say something.” You held her hand, giving her a gentle smile. Your life story is not something you ever spoke about, but then you had never given yourself the chance to let someone in enough. “What was your name before and why did you end up changing it?”

Thinking for a moment and adjusting on the pillow. “My bother and I were adopted at young ages. Growing up he… well we feel in love with the movie Moulin Rouge. After our adoptive parents threw me out, we kept in contact. Even after Vanessa came into my life. He was my everything, it killed me not to be able to see him. Once I came out of hospital from being beaten and I ran away, I got word from old friends that he had committed suicide… I decided to change my name to Satine, not only was it a way to keep him with me, but it gave me chance to escape Vanessa and create a new life for myself. Yet it is an ironically a somewhat fitting name.” Larissa crawled closer to you, kissing your cheek. “You are so more than this dark past, and you are more deserving of love than anyone I know. I must thank you for letting me in though my little one.” The pet name made you smile, but then everything about the woman in front of you made you smile. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that she could love you for what you once were. The thought made you happy and nervous all at the same time. There was still so much more that Larissa didn’t know about you. In time you knew you would have to tell her it all, but for now, for now this was a pretty good start.

“I can’t believe I am bunking school! If Principal Weems finds out I am in so much trouble.” There was two days left of the school term and you needed help with a plan you had. Enid and Wednesday walk in as soon as Larissa drove out the main gate. You couldn’t help but watch the two of them, something was busy blossoming, and whether Ms Addam was prepared for it or not, a new relationship would be blooming. Wednesday rolled her eyes at the nervous and blabbering Enid as they arrived at the door. “Was it not you that created the false emergency that brought them back together? So stop your whining already.”

An hour of planning and a quick trip to town. Flowers ordered, key made, a new outfit - as requested, well more like demanded by Enid, thank God for Wednesday for making sure it was black. Pink was just not your style! Once you felt happy with everything you took the girls back to the school, Wednesday showing you were to park and sneaking her and Enid back in without a soul knowing a thing. Well so you hoped anyway.

The two days went by without your silver haired beauty returning to you. Which you figured would happen. Things at the school were chaotic, so it was certainly more sensible for to stay at the school. She would message you all day, begging you to come stay there with her, but you give her excuse after excuse. You knew it would be something you’d pay for later, but in the end it would all be worth it, as long as Larissa said yes anyway.

Two days, all you wanted from her is to come and spend it at the school with you. And all you got was one lame excuse after the other. What is going on here again? One moment she is telling you that she can’t live without you, the next she can’t even find 5 mins out of her day to see you. This girl was going to drive you mad, and currently not in a good way. When the school closes the two of you would need to decide what was happening. Maybe she must come back to the school, the students do miss her… that’s what you will do, re-offer her, her job back, get her things packed up and have her move back to the school.

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You must be losing your mind! Standing outside the hall door, you can hear Larissa talking. Wednesday and Enid are waiting on the other to let you in at the right time. Why did you agree to wear a dress and heels? You adjust the dress, its skin-tight and just above the knee, 6-inch heels, your hair wavy and loose, Enid even made sure you had makeup on for today’s event. The things you do for the ones you care for…. Flowers and a little black box ready in hand. Enid and Wednesday tap on the door. Show time. The door slowly opens, you sneak in and what.

As Larissa plans on bring the final assembly to an end, the girls get the plan going. Wednesday starts creating a path as Enid shouts out, asking Larissa what her plans are for the holiday. Her response almost has you tripping over your own feet. “Oh, I have little one I plan on having lots of fun with. Wednesday turns back to look at you “what an apt name Ms” Some how you manage to make to the front without being noticed. Wednesday clears her throat. “There is one more question for you Principal Weems.” Enid snaps her fingers and the entire school steps to either side of the hall. You walk up to her and curtsey. “Principal Weems, would you perhaps do me the honour of making my house a home and move in this tattooed woman?” holding out the flowers and the little box you smile up at her. “You want me to move in with you? You are insane to want to live with me! But how could I turn down a face like your?”

For moment you thought she was actually turning you down. Taking advantage of your new height you put the flowers and box down on the podium, pulling Larissa against you and kissing her. The excitement of girls screaming and the boys whistling had you giggling against your lovers lips, before pulling away you lean up to her ear “I am feeling like a very bad girl…just so you know Ma’am.” Letting her go you give another curtsy to her and the students. Her mouth still hanging. “I’ll go wait for you in your office.”

You never thought you could be this happy. Sitting on Larissa’s desk, you knew she wouldn’t be long. Not after what you said her. The door opened and shut quickly, you watched her lock the door and head over to you. “Well, that was quite the surprise.” Her hands run up the top of your thighs as she gets to you, eyeing out every inch of you in that dress has her biting her bottom lip. “…and please can we agree that every time you wear this dress, it’s an open invitation for me to fuck you senseless?” giggling you take her hands and pull her between your legs. “You have never needed a dress for that Riss, you have had that open invitation since day one.” You blush at your own words, which causes Larissa to let out a bit of a very satisfied growl before biting your bottom lip. “Before you get carried away, why don’t you pack a few things and come home and then you can see what else I got you.” Larissa steps away and smiles. “Yes, we need to talk about that, darling I can’t move with you. I was actually thinking of asking you to come live with me, you can come back and work here…” Your head was spinning, you were confused and unsure if you heard her correctly. Climbing off the desk you frown at her. “I’m sorry, for a moment there I heard you tell me you can’t move in with me…. Even though just moments ago you said yes.” Her thumb brushes over your forehead, brushing away the creases from your frown and down over your cheek. “You heard right, I have my place here, I can’t run a school from your house love. I need to be here my students.” Stepping away from her you head to the door. “I didn’t ask you to leave your job Larissa, I asked you to come share a house and a bed with me in the evenings, weekends, school breaks. But I understand. Keep the key, give it to Enid and Wednesday, choice is yours. I am going home.”

You knew you messed up the moment you said it, and now for the second time you watched her walk out your door. You can’t let this happen again. You wouldn’t let it happen again. Rushing to pack your bags and everything else you would need for the weeks ahead. You have to fix this, you can’t not have her in your life. “You can do this Larissa. It isn’t far from the school, and you love her!” Moaning at yourself you grab your bag your phone, your office keys and the little box with the key for Satines place. Rushing out the door and out to the car. She is already gone, amazing how such little legs can move so quickly you thought as you toss your things in your car and hear to her house. “I am coming my little one, and I promise I am staying.” If only you could have known beforehand... you would never have let her walk out those doors, you would never have said what you said. You would have held her a little longer. You have done so many things differently. If you only could have known what horrific scene you would come to face once stepping into your lovers home.

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desertfangs · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday!

It's Wednesday! (I keep thinking it's Friday and I am going to be sorely disappointed when 5 pm rolls around and it's not the weekend.) I'm currently juggling like four WIPs because I am a mess and work is eating my brain so I'm not making a lot of progress on any of them very quickly.

But I wanted to share a snippet from what will be Part 3 of The City Never Sleeps, taking place directly after Leave Your Mark, which explores Lestat, Armand, and Daniel figuring out how the three of them work together, while driving each other up a wall (affectionately). They are talking about Lestat here, in case that's not clear.

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“It was hot, seeing you with him,” Daniel said.

Armand’s grip tightened around him. “It didn’t bother you?”

“No,” Daniel said. “But I’ve gotten used to seeing you with someone else.”

Armand went silent for a moment, his hand languidly stroking Daniel’s back.

“You two could have fun together if you’d allow yourselves to,” Daniel said. “I told him the same thing.”

Armand shifted. Daniel looked up at him again. He was staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t dare ask what led to you telling him such a thing.”

Daniel snorted. He shifted, rolling onto his back and scooting up so his head was on the pillow next to Armand’s. “Why do you think he came here?”

“How should I know why he does anything?” Armand asked. Armand did look baffled by the idea and Daniel laughed softly at his expression, before stifling a yawn. Armand turned to him and met his eyes. “Have you really not tasted Lestat's blood?”

Daniel shook his head. “You warned me not to.”

“Daniel, that was in 1985.”

Daniel smiled at him. “See? And you say I never listen to you.”

Back in the 80s, after Daniel had been turned, he’d been a little overwhelmed by his new vampire senses. It wasn’t unusual for a new vampire, but Daniel had also been turned in the midst of chaos for their kind, and he’d had a difficult time adjusting to the changes, notably the noise in his head.

One night when he was about to go give Lestat a tour of Night Island, Armand had pulled him aside and warned him against drinking Lestat’s blood, which was infused with the blood of Akasha and might make it harder for him to rein in his senses. Daniel had laughed it off at the time: the idea that Lestat would offer him blood or that they’d be in a position for it come up had felt highly unlikely.

But over the years, the two of them had hung out more and more and they did make out more than once. Lestat drank from him, but he never drank from Lestat. And Lestat never suggested it or offered, which made Daniel think Armand had given him similar warnings. Perhaps that was even part of what Armand had threatened him about over the phone the other night.

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Tagging: Everyone & no one. If you want to share, consider yourself tagged. Feel free to tag me if you post, I'd love to see what people are working on!

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dreamerwriternstargazer · 15 hours

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Something I’m trying to not freak out so much over is not having 100% productivity

Today’s my only free day of the week. Friday is too but I still have to go to therapy and stuff

And I only work a little on Wednesday and Thursday sure but there’s a lot more outside the class work to get done now as well as housework so it still feels exhausting

And I was feeling rubbish for, after sleeping in a bit and cleaning, lying down and scrolling for like an hour. But I don’t think I really needed to

I’m not such a huge fan of the scrolling habit but it is just something to fill empty space and I knew why I was doing it; my head was hurting and still in a little turmoil from nightmares. I didn’t want to think I just wanted to rest

The bit I’m pleased with is I realised I don’t like doing this, what would actually be restful? I decided to try to nap. Only my brain wasn’t quite okay with sleeping, but lying down on a sunny day all cosy, hearing the breeze outside the window? So inviting, so I just let myself lie down for an hour or so.

I think the productive part of me still wants to kick myself for “wasting” 2 hours. In the past I wouldn’t have allowed myself the rest though, what I would have done was scroll for an hour and then realise, feel guilty, force myself to try to work but not feeling rested at all, and probably gotten less work done feeling antsy.

I do think the scrolling is a bit of a waste but what I’m glad about is recognising hey this isn’t actually what my brain wants right now. I think I might try asking myself that a bit more when I start to, so then I can actually figure out what my brain does want.

But as for the not-nap (I mean it felt quite dream like, like I was awake but just very rested lying there so… *shrugs* a not-nap sounds like the best descriptor) that’s quite unusual for me and something I would absolutely have never done before, I mean it’s still kind of rare for me to take naps now I’ve only been doing it since burning out.

You know though? It felt really good. And I got up and my head still felt off so I decided a shower would be good and I feel a lot better now. Sometimes it takes a bit of self care effort to figure out how upset or exhausted your body is, to remember how good used to feel.

I still feel a little bothered by it, so that’s why I’m writing this, I’m hoping once I’ve written this then I can try to implement that scroll question and to maybe relax a little let myself feel happy and cared for and to appreciate the rest I gave myself.

And it’s a little crazy right, like beating myself up over my rest day, this is my rest day, but I often don’t see it as that. I think I’ve known for ages you can’t work at 100% all the time every time but I’ve not actually allowed myself learn it. All I can usually think is how I could be so productive on a free day, kind of missing the point.

Learning it now and it feels weird but it also feels very nice

And yes I do have a whole lot to do but honestly right now, I’m feeling way better and more capable of actually getting those tasks done in good time instead of feeling rubbish and reluctantly and slowly getting them down and probably cutting into my bedtime to get them done because I made some goal for myself. There’s totally a time for pushing yourself and the point is that because I gave myself this rest, I can probably push myself now for the rest of the day to get some studying done, to cook dinner, to get my laundry sorted and some teaching admin done. Normally that list feels too big when I’m burnt out and even if I have the whole day I only get two done, I can only mentally prepare doing two. Studying and dinner.

Right now I feel like.. okay yeah this day wasn’t 100% productive, but I think I can make it 50% productive at least. And that alongside the calm I’m feeling?

That feels pretty good.

#star speaks #that not-nap felt so darn cosy it felt like #summer days as a kid cosying up in my bed with a book #or just lying down to imagine and dream #I can’t believe I used to do that I’ve forgotten how much I did #just lie down to dream about my life or what I hoped it would be #it’s been so long since those days #it also feels like those dreams where I’d imagine being hugged and held by someone I loved #like that Percabeth sketch of them lying down together on a sunny day all cosy

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WIP Wednesday (But I'm impatient so I'm posting it on a Tuesday <3)

SO! I teased this David/Angel story in the last WIP, but I'm gonna share an actual snippet now this time!!! This is part of a 4 + 1 kind of story for the above two and this is one of the scenarios/events. It's basically a fic by itself and I have oh so much more to write. Originally, the individual scenarios were gonna be less than 500 words each... but I got carried away with this one... Buckle up folks this is gonna be a long story when its done!!!

(Tagging @bittersweet--chaos because I've been annoying them with this for like weekssss!)

#1: They made him forget the unease of being in a car.

Over the years, David has developed some habits to cope with his unwariness in a car. His arms were stiff when holding the steering wheel, made sure his foot was hovering over the breaks, kept his eyes on the road at all times, and most importantly-

“Angel, for the millionth time, I do not want any music playing while I’m driving.”

One of the annoying things about David is that he refuses to let music play in the car while driving. He claims that he doesn’t want to be distracted on the road, but the pack notices the way his eyes glaze over and his voice slightly cracking. He would never say the full reason, but it would take a real dumbass to not figure that out.

“But Davey! It’s way too quiet and this is a damn road trip! If you won’t talk to me, then the least you can do is let me jam out,” Angel said while pouting. They crossed their arms and puffed out their chest to show that they’re annoyed, but honestly, David thought they looked cute sitting like that. Their adorableness didn’t negate the fact that he really didn’t want music to be playing right now.

David took in a shaky breath before continuing. “Angel, I know it’s boring without any sound, but I just-” Angel cut him off, “then I won’t play anything.”

What David didn’t know is that when he started speaking, his eyes had glazed over and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. ‘Maybe he was remembering something bad?’ Angel thought. They didn’t know. What they do know was that David needed this. And who were they to deny their boyfriend something he needs.

One thing about Angel that he loves was their ability to know when to push and when to stop. Of course, it has been a learning process for them both. But they were learning each other’s boundaries. And they were learning together.

“Thank you, Angel,” David sighed out, before focusing on the road again.

A few moments went by before Angel started humming a tune, one that David was familiar with. He let out a groan and if he wasn’t driving, he would have banged his head against the steering wheel.

“Oh, I’m sorry if the humming is bothering you. It’s just that it's a song that’s been in my brain and I have to hum it so it gets out, but I totally understand if you need me to stop and,” Angel kept on rambling and apologizing. The longer they were explaining themselves, the more out of breath they became.

David let one hand go on the steering wheel and held his Angel’s hand. “Look at me Angel, you’re ok just breathe with me.” Angel looked into David’s eyes and he swears that their eyes could only be compared to the moon. Once Angel's breathing calmed down, David explained why he became annoyed with humming.

“It’s not you, I promise. The song you’ve were humming is a stupid ‘Hall and Oates’ song that Tank used to blast when we were younger,” David said with disdain in his voice. “At one point, they did it specifically to piss me off, so now anytime I hear the song, I just want to die on the inside.”

Angel started laughing that beautiful laugh of theirs. “Why though? It’s such a sweet song. Never would have thought that Tank would be into it,” Angel mused. David looked at the smile that was on their face, and he immediately felt at ease.

He forgot that he was in a car, something he hasn’t been able to do since his father died. Angel had made him forget it. Their presence was enough to keep his mind from fixating on every detail that he needed to control. Maybe he could try…

“Hey Angel, can you open that compartment for me?” They did as they were told and were met with a CD. Angel looked up at David who was reminiscing about… something.

“I was a fussy kid and it took me forever to put me to sleep. My… my dad used to drive me around when I couldn't sleep. Apparently, driving around the neighbourhood knocked me the fuck out.” David let out a little chuckle. “The CD you’re holding is the one that he’d play every night to help me sleep, and I want to listen to it with you.”

“David… you don’t have to play any kind of music because I asked,” Angel said nervously as they fumbled with their shirt.

“I want this. I promise.” Angel nodded and put the disc into the CD player.

For the first time in forever, a road trip karaoke session was held in David’s car.

At that moment, David thought he was blessed with a real angel on his side. Their bright smile and siren-like voice that he wouldn’t mind spending forever listening to.

‘Huh. Never would have thought I’d want to spend forever with someone, but I wouldn’t mind if it was them. I should ask them about it. Not now, it’s way too soon. But one day, I will propose to them.’

#$10 if you can guess the hall and oates song #its reallyyy easy once you know me #also #this is me shamelessly projecting myself on to david #AND IT TURNED OUT GREATTT #this is zo speaking #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asmr

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Old Lammas 2022: Keri Has A Jar

Having seen all of y'all Old Lammas 2022 posts, I feel like Netherworld Post's teeny bat holding up a tiny skull in offering to the grand and enormous moon. "I hope this is enough. I hope I am enough."

So the call went out and the theme was honey, local preferred. How serendipitous then, than I received an offer for quality honey drawn from bee colonies local to my state and even some from my area! A bit pricey, but the company has proven their quality time and time again, and hey, it's for something special, so why not?

I figured I was going to be in for a ride when the honey shipped with a target date of 10 business days for arrival but it arrived on Day 3.

Yay! I have honey! Now what?

Hmm. No. Really. Now what? This is a Christian holiday after all, and I'm still working through some baggage from my experiences. Is this even a holiday I can jump into?

It's no secret that I've been siting with Christian elements again. Heh, that's a polite way to say I've been pushing my luck with certain folks from the Christian pantheon. (I'mma blame Saint Cyprian cuz he's smug af about it.) But I always worry about taking things too far.

(The fact that I exist is a step too far, but this is not the venue for that villain origin story monologue.)

So I did as some Christians are wont to do, and laid it at the feet of the Virgin Mary [VM]. I know how easy it is for me to get caught up in having the Perfect™ preparations which means having the Perfect™ material which means doing everything Perfectly Right And Good™ which we all know is impossible is this universe if not all possible others.

It was VM's prodding that made me pay attention to graveyarddirt's Lammas posts in the first place. And VM's (warm and generous) approval of the honey as acceptable even though it was purchased and jacque shitte was gathered by me. And VM's (soft and merciful) patience pointing out that there was a seat at that metaphorical table for abused and feral creatures like me. So... okay.

I have honey.

That honey was not cheap.

I am not spending another dime on this, [Mother]. If this is so important that I am compelled to participate one way or another, then reveal to me how I'm supposed to join in without wrecking my budget yet again.

That was Monday prior to Old Lammas weekend.

Tuesday, a coworker showed me flyers from a local craft fair with wheat woven corn dollies. "Isn't this neat! They're having a workshop where you can make your own! I'm sure you could do better like the over achiever you are!" I declined.

Wednesday, the restaurant near where I work ran out of honey for a special later in the week and lamented that there wasn't any at hand good enough to use. "All I need is just one cup of good artisan honey! I can stretch that flavor across the entire batch but there's nothing in the stores here and I can't justify the cost of shipping! Hey, you're good at finding last second things! You wouldn't happen to have some artisan honey at home that I can buy off you, would you?" Sorry, no, everything I have is spoken for, but have you considered a run to [specific store 60 min drive away] that I know stocks artisan varieties in pint bottles? (They immediately went out to that store and came back with a dozen bottles for less than the cost of two plus shipping.)

Thursday, I started to despair. I needed to have something ready by Friday evening, and all I have is a pint of precious honey. For whatever reason that still escapes me, I felt that I needed three things for Old Lammas weekend. Honey, plus two others. I had a pint mason jar in my cabinet already clean and set aside. But I had no idea what to do next. I made peace with the idea that I was chasing someone else's ideals again and declared that if Old Lammas arrived with nothing for me to do for it, that I would sell off the honey and never bother with the Virgin Mary again.

Thursday night, I couldn't sleep. I went to the kitchen and took stock of everything in the cabinets. By this time, I had seen so many Old Lammas preparation posts and I was very disheartened to see so many pretty tables and clothes and arrangements and I know better than to compare myself with them, but... fuck.

I am an insignificant bat in the middle of a shadow-smothered night. A scarred mongrel at the back gate. There is nothing here of worth to see, or to show.

Eventually, I did fall asleep. And because I was so exhausted, I dreamt of sleeping deeper still! I remember I was lying on an old cloak that had been softened by time and wear. It was comfortable to rest against. No bedding of thousand-thread cotton sheets would ever be as comfortable as this old cloth that smelled of soothing comfort. The scent even had a color to it: Blue.

Wait.

I opened my eyes and looked at the cloth I was lying on. Marian Blue.

Behind me, half covered by the cloth I was lying on, was a thick shrub in full bloom. Now that I was "awake", I realized the exposed flowers were covered by bees going to and fro. Half of the shade on me was from the shrub and half was from the cloud of bees busy at work. Their hum reminded me of the absent-minded humming of a mother rocking her child.

The wind shifted and instead of blowing away my discomfort, it now drew the scent of the shrub over me. Rosemary. I was snuggled up against a hedge of rosemary.

There was no one to be seen. Blowing dust raced around the sheltering hedge obscuring any sight of what lay beyond. But here, in this pocket of calm, I was safe under the rosemary and the bees. I resolved to untangle the symbolism when I fully woke up, and placed myself in the care of the old cloak, falling into a deeper sleep.

Friday morning, Old Lammas Eve, I'm driving to work and pondering the symbolism that I had literally slept through. That the bees were a reference to honey was blatant. The cloak was her cloak, but why was it snuggled under a hedge of rosemary? Oh, duh, what is it called again? The Rose of Mary! That's her herb! And I do have dried rosemary in the kitchen... but what else? I need three things and I only have two.

"Medicine."

I heard the word between my ears but no voice spoke it. I demanded an explanation but none was given. I continued the commute to work in silence, pondering what the hell could be in my pantry that could fit the category of medicine?

Honey is a carrier and a preservative (of sorts, don't sic any agencies on me, this is not medical advice you pedantic nerds) while rosemary is a blessing and a curative. My stock of individual spices is as thin as the time I have available for cooking.

At work, just as the despair begins to set in again, a conversation with a foodie coworker turns to flavoring honey jars. I express my concern about "an experimental jar" using dried herbs steeped in honey and how to balance flavors in it.

"Oh! Are you making a Medicine Jar?" I could hear the capitals as they asked. "My grandma made one every summer so it would be ready in the winter for flu season! She would take raw honey, and put dried ginger and rosemary and mint in it to steep for months! And come winter, all the dried stuff would be soft enough to chew on if you had to, though the honey would have all the flavor, and she would put a spoon of honey in a cup of hot water or tea. And let me tell you, that ginger taste! If the taste alone didn't cure you then the honey would at least make your throat feel better! She didn't always have dried mint, but she always had ginger one way or the other."

Ginger.

I have that.

I have a BIG bag of dried ginger. Probably a lifetime supply as potent as those pieces are.

The rest of the work day came and went as I considered how I use ginger already. I have a big bag of candied ginger that I use for general upset stomach and to chew on because it's yummy. I snap off pieces of dried ginger to put in my tea in the winter as a general cold medicine and because I like the taste of it. It's something that has been in plain sight all this time and was overlooked because of how common it is to me.

Okay. I have three things to put into the jar: Honey, rosemary, and ginger.

Don't ask me why I waited for sunset before beginning the actual work of putting everything together. It just felt right to wait for darkness to catch up outside. That's what happens when you're so used to being alone, I suppose. But wait I did.

Nothing fancy about what happened next, to be honest. I took pictures each step of the way, but now that I'm sitting here (two weeks later) and looking over them choosing what to post and what to leave out, I don't have anything to show off.

But, here, have some progress pics anyway. Such as this one of a pint mason jar with a whole bunch of shredded (as best as one can shred dried ginger anyway) dried ginger pieces inside and one piece that I was compelled to set aside and not break up.

I didn't measure shitte. It was all a matter of feelings, fears, compulsions, and restraints. I tore apart dried ginger for the jar until it felt right to stop.

And then I started shaking out the dried rosemary on top of that.

Again, I didn't measure anything. I just kept going until it felt right to stop.

And then, the honey. Twelve ounces of it, to answer a question that no one asked.

Throughout all of this, I was praying. I had started the endeavor with Pater Noster, Ave Maria, and Gloria Patri after assembling the containers but before opening any jars for actual use. From then to this point, it was a continual muttering stream of appeals to the Virgin Mary that I was actually doing something useful and not just religious theater. That this Medicinal Jar would be a salve not only to my throat later in the year, but to my spirit that was feeling everything except spiritual.

Feeling inadequate is a bitch, ya know, and seeing so many people having their shit put together enough that they didn't have to wait to receive their blessing chapped my ass. It seems I'm always playing catch-up, I'm always last to know and last to do. I'm always one foot at the back gate, ready to run away before I'm thrown out.

And all these feelings came out in assembling this jar. But with it, came a soothing solace. That some wounds take time to heal, and some medicines take time to create, and while that I don't have a house or a nación or a community to belong to, I am still Myself foremost and always.

And I am loved.

Even when I don't understand it.

Especially when I don't understand it.

It look longer to get the pictures together than it did to assemble everything. The only thing left to do that Friday night, was to offer a prayer from José Leitão's translation of the Precious Apothecary. Specifically, the blessing of new fruit (pg 311) because of the honey and how it was collected.

And so I did.

The jar immediately went to sit at a certain spot where it was prayed over and tumbled each night until Sunday. That Sunday, it was opened and stirred while praying the Rosary. The rosemary had already softened but the ginger was being very resistant to any change. The honey had hints of rosemary and ginger in the taste, but it was clear to me that this jar had a long way to go before being ready for anything other than show.

I suppose there is a life lesson there, but I'll be damned if I see it. (Pun possibly intended.)

There will be no new pictures of the jar. Once the jar was seated in its spot, it became Precious™.

I have the feeling that while I may open the jar to give it a good stirring from time to time, it is not ready as Medicine™ until some point in December. As I know almost nothing of Catholic Holidays and/or Liturgy (I'm one of those depraved magicians, remember), I'm just going to have to keep an eye on the calendars of others and note which ones ring a bell for me.

I apologize that for all my words that I have so little to show. I know some that would say that the fact that I showed up is important in itself, and on the one hand, I would agree with them. But on the other hand, the night is so large and dark and I am so small and pitiful.

I hope it is enough.

I hope I am enough.

#Old Lammas 2022 #Hagging Out #Hagging Out 2022

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