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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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HEADKANONS MK1 | SHANG TSUNG | MORTICIA ADDAMS AND GOMES CONCEPT

TW: marriage, stable relationship, gender neutral reader, gothic romance, implicit smut.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀.

Shang tsung needs to be pampered, adored and have you at his feet, kissing the ground he walks on, whether you are a man or a woman, you will be his gomes. You would adore him, take care of him, follow him everywhere, like a good husband/wife to him, even opening the carriage doors for him to get out while you offered him your hand, which he would readily take with a pompous smile.

He likes to be taken care of by you, walking with you all over the world and showing you off to everyone, you are beautiful and so is he, a perfect couple and best of all, you are crazy about him. Shang tsung will want you to hold his hand while the two of you walk around, he is still proud, always with his chin up and wants you to do the same.

He will always ask you for help choosing his clothes and if he wears some kind of cape, you will have to hold him, but you do it out of pure desire to serve him, and he likes that. Tsung won't force you into anything, oddly enough, he likes to let you do it because you want to and not out of pure pressure. "-If you're uncomfortable, just don't do it, regardless of who it's for, even if it's for me." -That was the phrase he always told you, and you always agreed, after all, you were his love.

Shang likes to receive flowers, preferably red ones. He loves receiving big bouquets of roses every romantic dinner you two have at his castle, while you kiss his palm. Gifts are also well accepted, jewelry, clothes, fabrics or even spell books that he doesn't have yet. "-Thank you my love, you are the best, I am a great man with you by my side (Y/N).

He will live with you in his castle, every morning you will wake up next to him, Shang looks like an angel sleeping, a peaceful angel even if you knew he was a sadistic sorcerer, you loved him. He would whisper your name in his sleep, involuntarily seeking some comfort from your body in bed, you would hug him, arranging his fallen hair in your lap, while a chaste and light smile appeared on his lips, you were his soft spot, even if he never admitted it.

You two are a scary couple! In a good way - or not - you accept everything Shang wants, even helping him with his spells, he always asks you by giving you kisses on the face to do 'x' task, which you would gladly do, making Shang smile and blush a little, just an effect you could have on him.

He likes to make you jealous sometimes, the feeling of being desired by you is addictive for him, the feeling of knowing that on the night of that day, you are going to have rough and aggressive sex with him, dominating him, making him moan and scream, whispering words of possession in his ear as he challenged you even more, just to have you like a beast hungry for him. Tsung loves the next day dawning completely scarred, bites, purple and red marks from hickeys given by you on his skin, and you next to him.

"-You scared me last night (Y/N)... So wild, dominating me, making me scream your name like something sacred..." Shang sighs, looking at you, looking at himself in the mirror. "-Do it again..." He speaks quietly, but enough to fall into your ears.

Would he want children, two or three children, or more, who knows? He wants to have a family with you and pass on his legacy as a great wizard with you always by his side as the children's father/mother.

Your relationship song is: "Enjoy the silence - Depeche Mode", Shang knows all the words by heart, and you usually sing it together while enjoying the comfort of the night and the moon that illuminates you both, hands clasped together, while the wizard hisses the lyrics with you.

He can't love or like anyone other than you, he can't live without you, even if he wants to convey the view that he's in charge of you... You both know it's the opposite, he can't do it without you... you are what completes the sorcerer and his soul.

The two of you also got married in the exoterra forest, some of Shang Tsung's acquaintances showed up, and Quan Chi performed the ceremony for his friend. He dressed in the best clothes, completely black, with gold ornaments and loose hair combed back, while wearing a crown, holding a bouquet of black flowers - with eyes focused only on you, who was already waiting at the altar, with a suit/dress matching his color palette - you heard the consecration that Quan Chi made, while Shang Tsung held back the tears that tried to fall, a happiness that only you caused. You held hands, reciting the dark and meaningful vows, practiced many nights before the official ceremony, reverberating as the still life surrounded the two of you there.

"In the dark embrace of the abyss of desire, Where shadows dance and secrets hiss, With trembling hearts and souls intertwined. Our union forged, bound forever. Through storms and moonlit haze, Our love will prosper in his godforsaken labyrinth. We will face the world together, without fear, we dare. In crypts of passion and whispered sighs, Our love will bloom where the crow flies and will never fly again. In the dark and in the light, we will never part. United by the curse of love, two hearts, in one soul.

So take my hand, beloved, and never let go, so be it, by our power."

With that Shang Tsung sealed your lips on his, as he hugged you close to him, applause was heard from the guests, but the world disappeared, what mattered to the two of you was your embrace of each other. He threw the bouquet into the crowd, being caught by Nitara, as the two of you walked out of the forest hand in hand, with you finally seeing Shang break down and cry, thanking you for everything and that you were the best and the only thing that would make him give up. everything, power, dominance, nothing mattered if he didn't have you by his side, you kissed the sorcerer's soft, salty cheek, kissing the back of his hand, while smiling, you were happy, happy being his.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

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rhey-007 · 1 month

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The Mystery of Love

Fernando Alonso family fluff

|| P7 of Fernando Alonso x goth mommy!reader

• | social media au

Summary: You and Fernando finally make your relationship public.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader

A/N: Enjoy another part of The Mystery of Love. I know I was supposed to post it two weeks ago but I felt like shit and didn't manage to finish it... 😔 And I have to stop promising things, ik no one read them but still.

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•y/n._.l/n: finally managed to convince •fernandoalo_oficial for some dress up! 🤭🥰

•user1: Nando as a goth is something we all needed 😍

•user2: you guys slayed, as always!

•user3: real life Morticia and Gomes! 💞

•landonorris: DAMN! grandpa looking good!

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: language!

→ •landonorris: sorry 🤭😋

→ •user3: Nando definitely mad over grandpa not damn lol

•user4: now the only thing we need is a goth family photo shoot! 😍

•user5: you're too old for this, it's just childish

→ •user6: oh shut up you know nothin

→ •user7: they're adults they can dress however they want

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•kl.au_s: ⛷️🏂🏔

•mickkschumacher: beautiful! next time I'm going with ya!

→ •user7: MICK NO!

→ •user8: HAVE YOU NOT LEARNT ANYTHING???

→ •user9: Fernando hasn't either....

→ •user10: no driver had.....

•lance_stroll: and to thinks pops still has strength for skiing 🤔

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: what are you talking about, I have lots of energy not only for skiing 😉

→ •kl.au_s: 💀

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•aussiegrit: a little trip with friends 😃🏕🚴

•kl.au_s: UNCLE MARK NOOO BSJDHJRNDLSF

→ •aussiegrit: did I do something wrong? 😔

→ •user11: uncle?

→ •user12: just wait and he'll call Nando dad

•user13: IS THAT FERNANDO AND Y/N KISSING IN THE BACKGROUND???

→ •user14: oh my god it is!

•user15: 🚨SPOILER ALERT🚨

→ •user16: Markie definitely should've put a spoiler alert 🫠

•user16: not Mark leaking what everyone already knew 😭

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•y/n._.l/n: I'm not a fan of big birthday parties but I couldn't be more grateful for Fernie and the boys throwing a HUUUGE dinner just for me and accept me and my sons into their racing family. I love all of you, but especially my boo Fernando 🥰💞 Thank you once again!

(ans please don't come for Mark, he tried his best :) )

•user17: FINALLY

•user18: couldn't you announce it earlier? It was so obvious from the very beginning

→ •user19: chill, maybe they just didn't feel like it

•user20: exactly, not everyone has to be ready for something like this right away

•jensonbutton: for what this announcement? 🤨didn't everyone already know?

→ •y/n._.l/n: 🤦‍♀️

•susiewolff: Congrats on finally getting the courage to tell the world! 💞

•aussiegrit: amazing party!

→ •landonorris: of course it was! after all I was the one who organized it 💅

→ •carlossainz55: oi! you didn't do it alone! > : (

→ •maxverstappen1: exactly!

→ •oscarpiastri: kids calm down 🙄

→ •y/n._.l/n: exactly.

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•fernandoalo_oficial: sweet 40 🤭🥳🎉💝

•aussiegrit: best party ever!

•user21: that looks so fun 😭😩

•user22: Y/N looking exceptionally good! 💗

→ •user23: as she always does 😍👑

•y/n._.l/n: thank you baby! ☺😘

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: everything for you honey~ ❤

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•y/n._.l/n: I'm so glad I've met you 💞

•lilimhe: yes mama!!! you two are so cuuuute!

→ •y/n._.l/n: you and Alex too!!! 😘

→ •alex_albon: of course we are! 😁 <3

•fernandoalo_oficial: I'm glad I met you too mi gusanito ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 (my little bug)

→ •y/n._.l/n: 🥰

→ •kl.au_s: 🤢🤮

→ •y/n._.l/n: KLAUS!

→ •kl.au_s: 🫣

→ •user23: not Klaus ruining this cute moment xD

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•fernandoalo_oficial: mi vida, mi alma, mi amor, mi hermosa, mi cariño 💘 (my life, my soulmate, my love, my beautiful, my sweety)

•kl.au_s: I swear to God you guys are GROSS 💀

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: could say the same bout you and Bluebell 🧍‍♀️

→ •kl.au_s: oh shut up, at least we ain't kissing everywhere we go >:(

•landonorris: I think I'm to young for such photos...

•maxverstappen1: jeez pops calm down! we know you love her!

•user24: that is a really nice photoshoot

→ •user25: those photos gonna be def used in fanfics XD

•sebasrianvettel: so happy for you two!

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lightning-and-sparks · 2 months

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I'm a genuine Alano X Lilith shipper. Like I get the appeal of thinking 'lol she has him in the basement' but tbh ? That's so easy. You know what's really cool ? Morticia X Gomez like love. That's how I see them.

I feel like this isn’t a question so I’m just gonna add that Vester and the other guy totally give off Interview with a vampire in both erotic vibes and guilt. We’ve got the Morticia and Gomes, and Louis and Lestat

Also;

#just dance #just dance 2023 #just dance 2024 #don’t ask me abt vampires bc I won’t shut up

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godofdystopia · 1 year

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Wednesday Addams does not like Rainbows... yet

So guess who just finished the first season of Wednesday and is jumping on the Wenclair bandwagon feet first? This guy, that’s who!

In truth, i was probably going to write something like this anyway because there's so much shipping potential in Wednesday: Larissa x Morticia, Larissa x Morticia x Gomes, Wenclair (obviously) and so much more. Then i saw a prompt by @pass1onfru1t that i said to myself “Hey, i could do that!”

So behold my first wenclair fanfic, expect more to come

In this short little number: Wednesday is completely head over heels for her cute and bubbly roommate and would do anything for her, but wearing something rainbow patterned? Yes, but only after complaining. Enid is despondent for reasons Wednesday doesn't understand and will have to learn what this whole Pride thing is about.

Bianca and Yoko aren’t paid enough for this shit.

Word count: 3.4k, told you it was a short one

Wednesday Addams typed away, working on her grand novel. She had to beat Mary Shelly and she would. Yes, her original plan for the novel was drastically differed from the current version she was writing, on account of how back when she first started she hadn’t yet fought a Hyde, a resurrected human supremacist wizard from the colonial days, his necromancer of a descendant, and the grand conspiracy/revenge plot that led to a dozen deaths and the near burning of Nevermore.

Life just sometimes worked out that way.

She slowly set the current scene: The protagonist had finally made it to the center of the grand labyrinth underneath the cathedral and beheld the fate of their loved ones. The Corrupt bishop had locked them away in the darkness and let them be eaten by the rat swarm beneath it and all that remained was the Hyde that her brother had turned into. Her wife was fighting the bishop and his crusader knights above while below the Hyde approached, emotional appeals were not working and it seemed as if it would kill and devour her in the mad rage it had descended into which would lead to him taking his own life once he awoke.

All in all, it was far more cheerful than she would usually like. And she knew the exact reason why: Enid Sinclair.

Thoughts of her roommate brought the now customary bout of increased heart palpitations and the usual tightening of her lower stomach, almost like nervousness if she had ever felt such before. She even felt the corners of her mouth tug upward slightly.

Thing, resting beside the typewriter in his fluffy little bed that Enid had insisted on making for him, signed away like crazy. His fingers sliced through the air as he went from one sign to the other.

Wednesday watched him call her a big softie and simply sighed. “Call me that again and I'll flay the skin from your bones.” Thing signed again about how her threat lacked any of its usual heat and she was reluctantly forced to admit he was right.

Enid was making her soft, and yet she found that she surprisingly did not care.

She was forced to admit that she completely and utterly smitten with the werewolf girl.

It had started after the battle with Tyler and Thornhill had finally wrapped up, and Enid had clung to her relieved that she was alive. Wednesday Addams was not a hugger, nor would she ever be, and yet having Enid wrap her arms around her felt right and so for the very first time in her entire life she’d… reciprocated.

It brought disgustingly soft and happy feelings to her to remember it. And there were other disturbing signs as well.

She found herself thinking often about the werewolf girl, just imagining her and keeping her in her thoughts like some co-dependant leech.

She found herself feeling disappointed, dare she say despondent, whenever Enid wasn’t around or had to leave suddenly when they spent time together.

She found herself wanting to kill Ajax more than she usually did. At first it had simply been because he had broken Enid’s heart by standing her up and Wednesday desired to take an eye for an eye but now it was because the very thought of Enid and Ajax being romantically involved filled her with jealousy. Although she was forced to admit that that had also been the case when she had originally fostered her anger.

But worst of all, worse than anything else, was that Wednesday just couldn’t say no to the girl. Enid wanted her to wear the snood? She’d wear the snood wherever she went. Enid wanted to go to Hawte Culture to shop for clothes? Wednesday would swallow her pride and follow her with only mild complaining. Enid wanted her to join her and Thing’s mani-pedi session? Thing would take that night to his grave.

She was turning into as much of an overly romantic sap as her father, soon she would be… dancing and singing Enid’s praises to the high heavens and making revolting kissing faces towards her while spouting off imbecilic pet names loud enough for other people to hear.

Those thoughts finally drove her distraction away and she refocused on her novel and most certainly ignored Thing’s mocking signs about how she had the slightest dusting of pink on her cheeks. Because she didn't, not at all.

She had just gotten to the first dismemberment when the door to her room opened and Enid all but danced in.

Wednesday simply quietly pushed the typewriter away, she wouldn't be able to get any work done with her roommate in here with her.

“Wednesday! Wednesday, Wednesday, you’ll never guess what I got for us!” Enid said happily, holding something behind her back with a huge smile.

No, no Wednesday would certainly not get any work done.

“Yes, Enid?” She asked as she made her way over to her roommate’s side of the room, trying to puzzle out what new thing the werewolf girl would try and drag her into. She most certainly ignored how she was actually looking forward to what it was, because that would mean acknowledging that she was becoming as disgustingly domestic as her parents. She planned on beating Mary Shelly at writing, The Zodiac Killer at creative murder, and the rest of her time at Nevermore before she let herself do something like that.

With a happy squeal, she brought her hands forward and presented yet another snood. It was as wooly and well-knit as the other she’d gotten her though the colors were certainly… a choice. It was a bright orange and pink separated by lines with a stripe of white down the middle in a rainbow pattern throughout the whole thing. It was disgustingly colorful and Wednesday knew without a shadow of a doubt she’d be wearing it before the hour was up because she was turning into her father and couldn’t say no to Enid.

The snood matched the one Enid currently wore in that like hers, it was also in a rainbow pattern: This time darker colors of dark pink, purple, and blue. The thought of Enid wanting her to wear matching snoods with her was… well, Thing clearly needed to get his sight checked out because his slanderous claims of Wednesday smiling were lies and falsehoods.

Who was she kidding, really?

“So… um,” Enid looked almost nervous, shuffling from foot to foot and avoiding eye contact. “What, er, do you think of it?”

Wednesday felt an eyebrow raise at the sight.

“Because, well, if you like it… there’s ah, well that’s good.” Enid finally looked at Wednesday, their eyes catching.

Wednesday truly was cursed with her fathers moronic displays of love-sickness because she actually felt her chest contract at how adorable pitiful the sight was.

“It’s hideously revolting.” Wednesday said simply, because the snood completely clashed with her chosen color palette, being far too bright and cheerful for her tastes. It was also rainbow patterned, something that was also far too bright and cheerful for her tastes. Were it anyone else asking she would simply stare them down until they realized the stupidity of their question. But because it was Enid, Wednesday knew exactly how this would go.

Enid would look at her with an expression of adorable pathetic begging and ask her again and because father had placed a curse upon Wednesday to be an absolute fool for the person she loved she’d sigh and put the snood on within ten minutes and pretend to hate it while doing absolutely nothing to take it off because Enid would beam at her with pure happiness and that would make it worthwhile.

Except that’s not what happened.

Instead, once Wednesday stated her hatred of the rainbow patterned snood Enid drew back as if hurt and looked at her like Wednesday had placed a hundred curses upon her.

“Oh.” Enid said simply, looking like she was close to tears. Wednesday utterly despised the feeling of guilt and shame that flooded through her.

“Enid, What-” She began before being cut off.

“I should go. I, I need to go.” Enid raced out of the room and out of sight, and Wednesday just stood there wondering what on earth had just happened.

Wednesday blinked, looked at Thing and raised an eyebrow. Thing did the hand equivalent of a shrug.

“It was a rainbow with happy colors, I don't do rainbows.” She stated as she turned the entire conversation over in her head trying to find out what went wrong. Thing signed from the desk and Wednesday frowned.

“Perhaps, but why would insulting this be different than every other time I insulted the existence of color?” Wednesday made a habit of insulting every overly colorful piece of apparel that Enid got her to try on before she caved and wore it anyway because she was utterly incapable of saying No to her.

Once more Thing did a one hand shrug.

Well, it wasn’t a murder mystery but it looked like Wednesday was back to investigating and finding answers.

Hopefully before Enid decided to hate her forever for insulting her rainbow thing because though she would do anything for Enid she really hoped she wouldn't have to wear something rainbow colored and happy, she would never be able to live with herself.

**********

Unlike hunting down a murderous mystery monster and trying to uncover a decades old revenge plot, hunting down clues for why your crush was sad was an altogether different beast entirely.

For one thing, she couldn't kidnap her suspects and torture the information out of them since the perpetrator was, well, herself. Had Enid been sad for some other reason caused by another then that would be a different story, a very bloody and nightmarish story where every living soul in Nevermore learned the hard way what happened to those who hurt the girl she cared for more than anything else on this earth.

But alas, Wednesday couldn’t torture her way through this no matter how much she wished to. Enid had asked her to try and be more… nice to the other students and though she would absolutely eviscerate anyone that deserved it she was trying for her sake. But to find out the answers she needed would require hardcore social manipulation on a scale Wednesday just couldn’t replicate yet, and thus she would be forced to seek outside help.

Thing was just as clueless as she was, Eugene was currently back home visiting family, Xavier was somewhere in Jericho and going there to find answers would take too long. Which unfortunately left only one other person.

As Wednesday told her story, putting as much facts in as she could and ignoring Thing as he rested on her shoulder and made false claims of her being… She did not know what a ‘Simp’ was, but once she did she would make sure to punish Thing accordingly for referring to her as such multiple times.

Bianca Barclay listened to all of this, watching Wednesday as she talked and Thing added his colorful commentary, and when she was finally done Bianca walked over to the nearest seat, put her head in her hands, and let loose the single most despairing and annoyed sigh that had ever existed.

“Wednesday, you are the dumbest smart person I've ever met in my life.”

Wednesday frowned, and even Thing tensed in indignation. “I would choose my next words carefully if I were you.” She said in lieu of threatening retribution as she still needed Bianca’s help. Revenge could come after Enid was happy again.

“Yeah, no.” Bianca finally looked up at Wednesday and just stared at her with utter disappointment. “No, I'm not taking that from someone who's never seen the Lesbian Pride Flag before.”

Wednesday said nothing, merely waiting expectantly.

Bianca sighed again. “Fine, okay, I guess ill be the one to explain it. Why the hell do I have to explain the lesbian flag to a lesbian in 2022? Why is this my life?”

“Save your despair for when I can properly enjoy it and get on with the point.” Wednesday said annoyed.

“Fine, whatever, this is my life now.” Bianca got up and began to pace back and forth. “It’s a symbol for lesbians who want to show solidarity and pride, it was made after Pride Month grew too big for one singular flag for everyone under the LGBTQ spectrum.”

Pride, now that was an interesting name for it. One of the seven deadly sins, often considered the worst of the lot by many. An entire month dedicated to it? Now that did sound fun. She wondered if there were months for the other six sins before shaking her head. Those questions could come later, and it was obvious that February was the month of lust if everyone’s obsession with romantic love and physical attraction was anything to go by.

Again, it would have to be saved for later. Enid was far more important.

“What’s pride month?”

Bianca just stared at her again. “Tell me you're joking?”

“If I were I would not ask.”

Bianca wanted to scream. “How the fuck do you not know what pride month is!? Have you never wondered about all the rainbows during June? Why every corporation suddenly decide to pretend to like the LGBTQ community for a few weeks?”

“It’s during June?” Wednesday asked, nodding. “That explains it, during June my family sequesters itself in the house to avoid the sight of rainbows. We’re allergic to primary colors.”

Bianca snorted despite her annoyance, a smirk growing on her face.

Wednesday looked towards the ground and frowned in memory. “My uncle Fester broke out into hives one year after breaking up with his current boyfriend and was forced to behold a rainbow in the sky while my brother developed a rash across his back when he saw one. It was quite gruesome.”

The smirk fell right off of Bianca’s face and she groaned in despair again. “You’re not joking. Of course you’re not joking, why on earth did I think you were? This is the dumbest conversation I've ever had.”

“Look.” She said, walking over to grab Wednesday and pull her behind her to her dorm before the Addams girl could make another remark that broke Bianca’s brain. “I don't have even a fraction of enough time to explain the entire history of pride month to you so you’re doing that shit on your own. I'll give you the bullet points and send you on your way.”

Wednesday would like to do literally anything else, but it was for Enid so she would force herself to endure.

She’d get her revenge later though.

**********

“And, and, and she called it revolting! She called it disgusting and, and, and…” Enid broke down into fresh sobs.

Yoko would love nothing more than to help… actually, that was a lie. Her girlfriend was coming over later and Yoko needed to clean up the dorm before she got here or no make-out sesh’s for her, except the moment she wants to start Enid breaks down the door (literally shattered it to pieces with her werewolf strength because fuck her room she supposed) and then collapsed on the bed hard enough to shatter the legs and just started bawling.

Apparently Enid had tried to confess with a snood, a fucking snood, and Wednesday had turned into a homophobe? And insulted her? Or maybe she’d called her a slur, to tell the truth Yoko had been too busy worrying about how she’d be able to clean the room in an hour to listen to the first half of it.

Either way, she now had a sad werewolf on her now ruined bed, there were door splinters lodged in the wall and covering the floor, and Yoko had been studying for her midterms and thus was, as a whole, absolutely too tired for this shit.

Before Yoko could try and wrangle up anything resembling a response to all of this, there was a knock at her door, or the empty hole where her door used to be.

“What? Can’t you see I'm… busy… right…” Yoko trailed off, just staring.

Wednesday Addams stood at her door and she was absolutely decked from head to toe in pride apparel. A rainbow hoodie, lesbian flags painted on her cheeks, a bi flag hanging from her shoulders like a cloak and the black and gray snood wrapped around her head like a hood with a pair of rainbow leggings. She looked like she was about to start a one woman LGBTQ march through Jericho.

“Enid, can we talk?” Wednesday said in her usual monotone, walking into the room.

“Oh, sure, just come in. not like it’s my room or anything…” Yoko grumbled. Wednesday didn't even pay attention to her.

“Go away, I don't want to talk to you.” Enid muttered, her voice muffled from Yoko’s pillow as she continued burying her face further into it to avoid seeing her.

“Allow me to explain.”

Enid said nothing, so Wednesday continued.

“When you brought me the snood, i didn't know what it meant.” Wednesday began, and Yoko actually felt her jaw drop because what the fuck? who doesn't know what the lesbian flag means? “I believed you were just handing me a piece of colorful rainbow apparel and responded accordingly.”

Wednesday seemed to swallow nervously before continuing. “Bianca has made me aware of the significance and meaning behind the scarf and the colors upon it.” Wednesday looked away from the extremely still and attentive form of Enid, feeling more… feelings emerging. “The thought that you would give me apparel that will keep boys from asking me out again and also anger many people throughout Jericho who will see me as a monster for liking other women like I do… well, it means a lot.”

“That’s not what the lesbian flag means at all!” Yoko cried out exasperated. She was summarily ignored by both Wednesday, who had never paid any attention to her in the first place, and also Enid who was now sitting up and listening even though she still couldn’t bear to look at her yet.

“In truth, whether I knew the flag’s meaning or not i would still have worn it when you asked me.”

“Then… then why did you say you hated it.” Enid asked, hope lacing her voice.

“Because I hate color and rainbows, and for reasons I cannot fathom, the lesbian flag was made with far too many bright colors. Although… for you I have made an exception.”

Enid finally dared to look back at Wednesday and her jaw dropped at the sight of her, all the rainbows and colors and… “You did this… for me?” Enid asked after a minute of just staring in wonder.

Wednesday gestured to her attire and felt nervous and embarrassed, two things she would take to her grave and beyond. “It took awhile for me and Thing to steal enough pride apparel to pull this together but after learning the significance behind it I could do nothing less. I suppose I will be sending others to my family after this as well for they will want to be supportive of my choices. Though as for why I did it…”

she coughed into a fist and looked away, not being able to meet Enid’s awed expression for fear of falling prey to even more feelings. “I can never say no to you. My father has cursed me severely.” She looked to the ground and scowled. “Like him, I am but a slave to the person I love.”

Wednesday paused, that had not been meant to slip out. She had confessed? She had confessed dressed like this?

Oh dear god, she was her father.

Enid paused, finally heard the words, and after a second launched herself from the bed with enough force to send the bedsprings tearing out of the mattress and several inches into the floor. Enid tackled Wednesday to the ground and hugged her like her life depended on it, nuzzling her head into the crook of Wednesday’s neck as her body partially wolfed: Wolf ears sticking out of her head and wolf tail wagging furiously in utter bliss.

Wednesday, rather than do anything she normally would have had it been anyone else, simply began to pet the top of the werewolf girl's head and smiled. It was only the smallest possible smile but for Wednesday it was like she was beaming.

Thing, crawling up onto Yoko’s shoulders signed furiously and she understood.

“She really is a simp, isn’t she?” She asked. Thing nodded, or did as close to a nod as a severed zombie hand could do.

“Olay, I'm glad that you two are dating now but can you both please get the hell out of what’s left of my dorm room?”

Enid and Wednesday both promptly ignored her and continued cuddling on the floor.

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