#Stalker Enid au
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Boogsh, at a surprising twist of events we have stalker enid in 3rd place!
Based off the Netflix show You, the stalker enid au takes place in season one where enid is wednesday's stalker. How? Well, let's just say that certain childhood lessons are left misunderstood
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its a sketch but yknow what, im proud that im getting better at anatomy so look at it
#stalker enid au#4am art#its also the au where enid has the most normal dick AHSJAHA#She makes up for it by having alot to give
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what about xavier thorpe x reader adult au. When they have kids and the kids go to nevermore for the first time. I'm just dying for family fluff
A/n: In the instance that I forget to mention any, if not all, of them. Yours and Xavier’s Children’s names: Skylar, Samuel and Katherine Thorpe.
“Dad, is Nevermore scary?” Skylar, your youngest, asked as Xavier drove through Nevermore’s iron gates. God did it felt almost a lifetime ago that your parents were driving you through those gates as a teenager, scared out of your wits at your newfound abilities that weren’t there before; Needless to say you understood where Skylar was coming from because you were Skylar once. “What? No! Nevermore’s not scary Sky. It may look it on the outside but I promise you the moment you step through those doors your perspective on the school will change,” Xavier then snapped his fingers, “just like that,” he then quickly cast his gaze towards you before looking back at the road, “I’m sure your mother will attest to that statement.”
“You guys went to the same school!” Katherine, second eldest, gasped as she looked up from her phone for the first time throughout the entire ride to look between you and Xavier within the rear view mirror. “Yes, Nevermore is where I first met your dad. However he was dating your auntie, Bianca Barclay at the time.” You had told her and Samuel this story before but advanced technology seemed to have fried their brain and rot away the memory for them; Again you couldn’t hold this against them as everyone back when you and Xavier were students were just as chronically online as children of today were.
“And Skylar,” you called softly to your youngest, sliding your hand through the gap between your seats to grasp his, squeezing it reassuringly, “your father is right. Nevermore may look scary at first but once you find your rhythm you’ll soon realise that it’s just like any other school.” You intentionally skipped a few things during your stint as a student that you were certain Xavier was more then happy that you did. What happened during your stint as students between Thornhill, Tyler being the man behind the monster killing people, Principle Weems’ death, Joseph Crackstone’s resurrection and Wednesday’s weirdo stalker during second semester; none of which were exactly something either of you wanted any of your children finding out about. Ever.
Once you and Xavier had graduated from Nevermore and the day you became pregnant with your firstborn son, Samuel James Thorpe, you both swore to never speak about the horrors lurking within Nevermore’s corridors unless approached first. All of your children bore striking resemblances of both of you, in equal parts personality traits as opposed to physical ones so you wouldn’t be all that taken aback if any of them quickly caught onto Nevermore and -by extension- Jericho’s true nature. “Are Primrose and Dalia going to be there?” Skylar asked which peaked both Samuel and Katherine’s interest. Primrose and Dalia Addams were the children of Enid and Wednesday Addams, adopted but they were very much alike their mothers in every way possible.
Primrose, a girl with shoulder blonde hair and bright, optimistic eyes and an all encompassing love of everything bubblegum pop and boy groups, was the spitting image of Enid in her youth while as Dalia, a girl with the deception of a black cloud with her dark raven hair that fell way below her shoulders and beady brown eyes that many have claimed to see the devil within alongside with her penchant for guillotines and torture weapons, was the spitting image of Wednesday in hers. You, Xavier, Enid and a begrudging Wednesday would always set up play dates for your children whenever you could possible; All in the hopes of building a tight knitted friendship between all of them in the instances that they had each other the rely on should Nevermore proved in becoming too much for any of them.
Thankfully with enough time, Skylar, Katherine, Samuel, Dalia and Primrose became as thick as thieves by the age of eleven. You and Xavier loved Primrose and Dalia as though they were your own and found your children’s constant need to see them heartwarming. “Of course they are champ,” Xavier assured, looking at his little buddy through the rear view mirror, “and they’re pretty excited in hearing that you three were also attending Nevermore that they demanded to come to Nevermore also.” The excitement upon Skylar, Katherine’s and Samuel’s faces never failed to melt either you nor Xavier’s heart as you both shared a smile as you heard the children chattering to each other. You moved back into a more comfortable position within the passengers seat when Xavier’s hand moved to take ahold of your thigh.
“You alright there sweetheart?” He asked lowly and when you looked at him confused Xavier continued, “your brows furrowed and your bitting down on the skin of your bottom lip, you only do that when your nervous.” He squeezes your thigh, “you can tell me anything you know. We’re a team remember and a team doesn’t leave it’s never a member in the dark.” Of course you remember, you made that vow on your wedding day after all. “I’m just scared for our children but it’s probably just me trying to find an excuse to frighten myself.” You told him, making sure your voice didn’t cross a certain barrier whilst your children were still preoccupied by being children; You didn’t want Nevermore to take that away from them should something sinister occur once more.
“Hey, there’s no need for you to be putting yourself into question.” Xavier scolded, he hated whenever you doubted yourself or put yourself down for what you were feeling, as though you perceived yourself as a lesser being who shouldn’t be aloud to openly express the vast array of emotions within. “your valid in feeling that way, hell I’m frightened myself because what we’ve been through during our school career hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park for our mental health.” You placed your hand atop of Xavier’s and squeezed it as you smiled at him softly. “I love you, did you know that?” Xavier looks away, a little flustered before bringing your hand up to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to your skin. “You remind me from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.”
He admitted, smiling softly to himself as he recounted how often he’d find himself awaking to you staring at him as though he was a mosaic masterpiece. Prepping his jawline and neck in kisses whenever he got insecure or how you’d leave little reminders of why you loved and adored him on post it notes; even going as far as to include a crude stick figure drawing of the whole family in some cases that never failed to make him smile so wide his dimples popped out. Xavier kept those reminders in a shoebox he tucked underneath the clothes of his side of the wardrobe so that whenever he felt shitty, he could always revert to them in lifting his spirits because at the end of the day he couldn’t be more grateful in having you as his life partner. You saved him on multiple occasions and now he was given them golden opportunity to save you and he wasn’t about to leave you to drown in your thoughts.
Just as you were about to reply, Skylar pushed his head between the front seats and pointed up ahead, a smile stretched so wide across his face that his dimples popped out, “WE’RE HERE!” He cried as he, Katherine and Samuel scrambled to unbuckle themselves from their seats as you looked to find that you had pulling up into the driveway of Nevermore Academy. “Alright, alright you little monsters don’t look too excited, will you.” Xavier said sarcastically as they got out the car and made their way to the boot, impatiently calling out to both of you.
Xavier groaned playfully as he fully committed to the bit of a begrudging father by slowly removing his seatbelt; smirking at Skylar, Samuel and Katherine’s groans of annoyance as you smacked his shoulder, biting back your own laughter. “Pack it in before they decided to use your art studio as their play area as revenge.” You snickered when his eyes became wide with fear at the prospect of his beloved art studio being turned into a war zone by three gremlins that he calls his beloved children. “I’m coming kids!” Xavier calls as he opened his door and bolted to opening the boot for Samuel, Katherine and Skylar.
“How chivalrous.” You mused as you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car to join by Xavier’s side to press a kiss against each of their foreheads. “Now be on your best behaviours, don’t do anything that we wouldn’t do and most importantly,” you paused for suspense as your children waited on baited breath for your final request as a smile broke out on your lips, “don’t leave them hanging, the suspense is killing them!” Xavier nudged you by the shoulder.
“Are you sure it’s them that the suspense is killing?”
“Y/n!”
“Alright!” You chuckled before looking at your children, “most importantly we want you to enjoy yourselves. Now, one big hug for the road?” You asked as you and Xavier both opened up your arms for Samuel, Skylar and Katherine to run into them as you all squeezed your goodbyes into each other, sharing a few more forehead kisses before having to force yourselves into letting each other go as you and Xavier watched as your children scamper up the staircase to the entrance hall with their bags, though not before turning one final time to wave you both goodbye.
#xavier thorpe fic#xavier thorpe fanfic#xavier thorpe imagine#xavier thorpe imagines#xavier thorpe x you#xavier thorpe x reader#Xavier fic#Xavier x reader#Xavier x you#Xavier fanfic#Xavier imagines#Xavier imagine
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Fandom fic thoughts no one asked for:
I am highly, highly against Wednesday having any dialogue in which she speaks like her parents to her loved ones, i.e. all of that "Mon cher!" garbage towards Enid. It's cringey:
1. It's traditionally romantic and excessively cheesy, and [Ortega's] Wednesday is not. She just isn't, and y'all should know better. ETA: In regards to love, her parents are like Pepe Le Pew and a willing/enamored skunk (I forget if Pepe ever found his equal, but I do remember the girl cat got 🧠 'ed into behaving like Pepe usually does, which gave him a taste of his own psycho stalker medicine...ah, we had some fkd up cartoons back in the day). Wednesday would be like Michigan J. Frog...animated with only one person, in private...and that's still not a guarantee that she would ever want to emulate her mother, with whom we know that there are severe issues between them. Ridiculous, exaggerated displays of affection define Gomez and Morticia. To have Wednesday behave like that would be sacrificing the one thing that keeps her from turning into a total clone of them.
She can end up wanting to have love and a partner, and even a family, but that does not change the public mask [of a narcissist], and the notion that she would be perceived exactly like her mother upsets her. Direct reasons aren't given by the show, but by how they interact, we can see that Wednesday believes that 'everything is a competition'...but it's not [Morticia's] accomplishments that she rattles off that are the problem; it's somewhere, Wednesday picked up some terrible, terrible "I'm not good enough, I will never be as good as she is" blows to her psyche. From Wednesday's POV, she believes her mother is a narcissist (her self-awareness of her own narcissism is for its own post); only a narcissist would purposefully break someone else's chances of either being equal to or surpassing their greatness, and they get envious (and ego hurt) when it happens.
(...God, now I wanna program Ortega's voice to sing the fkn frog's song 🤣💀)
2. She doesn't want to be like her parents, and that would just...make her be more like her parents. This is the most major personal growth theme in the whole of the show, and it can't be ignored, otherwise it just turns Ortega's Wednesday into a generic iteration of a 'Wednesday character'. If it were one drabble or fic, alright, that's AU, but I see it in nine out of ten Wenclair 'drabbles' (if you can call straight-on dialogue shorts drabbles...we did not, back in the day) that clog up my fyp.
3. Her parents are extremely cultured and speak those love languages/romance languages as a whole together, to each other. Enid is not that kind of cultured at all (she can't spell, has bad grammar, and is just not interested in the same things Wednesday is). Enid would think it was cute, too, and Wednesday doesn't do cute, either (ever! EVER.**).
4. Again, Wednesday doesn't want to be like her parents, and it would be unfunnily mortifying to her to speak like that in public and in front of other people, even if she were fucking Enid. In private? See #1 and 2.
5. In Afterburn: It pained me to have her let slip the Spanish to Donovan on her birthday, but I did it because it was an unintentional slip, it was in private, and it wasn't a pet name, it was a command. She is very much like her mother in bed, but she also knows that Donovan isn't as cultured as her parents, and thus, she will refrain from that "mon cher/mon amour/whatever non-English pet names" crap.
6. There are so many other things Wednesday could call Enid (or Tyler, or Xavier, or whoever the Hell's she's paired with) without becoming a clone of her mother. Resorting to Gomez and Morticia's horribly cloying phrases is not charming, it's laziness. *channeling my inner Bianca here*
7. Now this goes back to #2 and #4, but on that note: There are obvious issues between Wednesday and her mother, and sounding like her disturbs the Hell out of her (or behaving like her, which is why Wednesday's eyes just about shit themselves in different directions when Fester said that her "death stare of disapproval reminded him of her mother").
It's almost like she has a glass eye.👀 It's there bc the AI picked it up hard I guess & it affected my outputs.
There is no way in Hell, no matter how juicy-tasty Enid's furry twat is, that Wednesday would suddenly decide that she should mimic Morticia.
I know all of this is gonna piss off a whole lot of people, but I don't care. It's not Wednesdaying right to have her call anyone by the same pet names her parents use, no matter how fluffy the relationship is. She just doesn't do relationships the same way her parents do. It's far more OOC to do that than even my pairing her up with Donovan is (which needs its own reasoning, probably in a different rant).
Rant over, and y'all can keep goin', but that's not gonna make the dialogue sound any less terrible and embarrassing.
**Afterburn Wednesday does do 'cute' with Donovan in private, but it's because of the fundamental differences from N/Canon attached to her core personality, i.e. she's hypersexual and has some regression issues here and there. Even still, she has a very hard time calling him any pet names because once again for those in the back: She does not want to be like her parents or associate her love with her parents' love, even as she recognizes that she is a lot like her mother. 🤷🏽♂️
(Also, I just read an incorrect assumption. Morgues have blood samples. They don't keep whole ass blood bags like blood banks/hospitals do. Get that right before you write me some Yoko & Wednesday.)
#wednesday#wednesday addams#wenclair#wyler#wenovan#black bubblegum#wenjax#wenclay#wensko#wensina#wenskent#weemsday#whoever the hell you pair her up with#lazy creativity#lazy writing#mon cher#good gods#writing wednesday#writing fiction#writing problems#writing#good vs. bad writing#cringe writing
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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 6
(Frenemies/ Tenderness AU)
SIX: A Terrible Thing to Bear
SIMON GHOST RILEY x FRENEMY FEM READER
Summary: Simon has compromised his own morals in his quest to discover who your secret lover is, but what he discovers is nothing compared to what he imagined. Tempers flare and harsh words are exchanged as the ugly truths you both have kept hidden come to light.
Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Angst, Hurt/No comfort - not yet anyway, Mentions of sex trade/prostitution, Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Simon is being stalker-ish, No use of Y/N
(Notes: This is a rough chapter, y’all. Simon does some questionable things, so fair warning. He’s allowed his obsession with this supposed lover of Reader’s to warp his perception of right and wrong, and his decisions reflect that. While I don’t condone this type of behavior, and I’m not trying to romanticize it at all, I still felt like it was in character with Simon and how he would cope with the situation, treating it like a mission to complete.)
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Word Count: 3350
Chapter 6
“Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life. To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness - that is a very terrible thing.”
― Enid Blyton, House at the Corner
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It felt like a betrayal of trust, what he was doing.
If he had allowed himself to think about it, maybe he would have acknowledged that, yes, it absolutely was a betrayal. However, Simon was in no mood to be swayed from his mission, not even by his own conscience. Even so, his moral compass had taken a severe hit this past week.
He had stolen your phone.
He had every intention of giving it back, he just needed to ‘borrow’ it for a few hours. Still, he felt like a right sorry bastard, having to witness how upset you were over its loss. He consoled himself with the knowledge that your small grief was only temporary and was ultimately for a good cause. If that useless tosser you were seeing wasn’t going to take care of you properly, then Simon needed to intervene. He was doing this for you, he told himself.
Funny, that he had to keep reminding himself of that.
The first order of business was to be able to track you once you left Banfield, thus his reason for stealing your phone. He drove the two hours to base, your cell phone weighing like a stone in his pocket, then handed it over to one of the lab rats in the tech department.
“Need t’be able to trace this long range,” he’d told the tech, handing over your phone.
“Anything else?” the tech asked expectantly.
Putting a tracker on your phone was bad enough. Simon shook his head. “Nah. That’ll do. Need it ASAP.”
The tech looked the cell over and shrugged. “Won’t take long. Are you sure you don’t need access to anything else, though? I can get you detailed logs of calls, texts, search history, locations—”
“Locations?” Simon interrupted. Now, that he would allow. “Can you pinpoint where they were last Sunday?”
The tech nodded, a rather smug expression on his face as he tilted his nose up in the air. “Well, I can tell you where the phone was... approximately.” He took the phone back to his terminal and hooked it up to his computer, then began typing. He hacked into it within minutes, your personal data scrolling down the computer screen. “Alright then, let’s see where you’ve been..." he mumbled to himself. Scrolling down the screen, he paused to ask, "Last Sunday, did you say?”
“Yeah,” Simon muttered, his large frame leaning over the shoulder of the smaller man, eager to see what he’d find.
"Time stamp?"
Simon erred on the side of caution. "Hm, let's say... 0900. They would have been traveling that morning. I need to know where they went."
The tech gave a quick nod. He scrolled for a few more seconds, his brows furrowing. “Huh. Bit of a rough borough,” he muttered. He glanced over his shoulder at Simon, his neck craned. “Judging by the pings, it looks like your target took the overtrain to Hackney last Sunday.”
“Hackney?!” Simon barked, making the tech jump in surprise. ”Where in Hackney?” he demanded.
The tech pushed his glasses back up his nose, blinking up at Simon’s skull mask with an owlish expression. He quickly turned back to the keyboard.
“I can’t pinpoint a specific location, like an address," he warned, fingers dancing over the keys, "but I can narrow it down to a general area." He began to scroll down through more data displayed on the screen and then moved to the side, pointing at the log.
“Your target reached their destination around eleven Sunday morning. They were stationary for about six hours at a location in Shoreditch. Looks like they were somewhere around the party block.” When Simon gave him a quizzical look, he explained. “Lot of clubs in that area. You know, dance clubs, strip clubs, bars and the like.” He peered up at Simon with a leering little smirk. “Your target isn’t a waitress or a stripper, is she? If she’s got some hot selfies. I could forward ‘em to ya,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows as he waggled your phone back and forth.
Anger, swift as a brush fire, swept through Simon in a flaming rush. The thought of this pervy little creeper going through your photos infuriated him. He yanked the phone away, laying it back on the desk before jabbing a finger into the tech’s boney shoulder. “Jus’ get the bloody tracker operational, then delete everything ya downloaded off that phone. All of it. Understood?”
The tech, realizing his mistake too late, gave a jerky nod as he scrambled to do as Simon commanded, shooting a nervous glance over his shoulder. Once the tracker was installed and activated on your phone, the tech disconnected it and deleted all your data from the system. Tapping the delete button on the last file, he proclaimed it, “Done and done,” with an air of smug bravado.
Simon eyed the younger man. There was just something about this weaselly little punter that didn’t sit right with him. He leaned down close to the tech’s face, skull mask close enough to brush his cheek. "Just a warnin', lad. If ya try t'pull a fast one, an' I find out ya kept, say, the file wif her pictures, I'll be back t'visit ya, an’ I won’t be as pleasant as I was this time.” He drew back to stare into his eyes. “We on the same page, mate?"
The terrified tech gulped, the knuckle of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his scrawny neck. "Y-Yes, sir," he breathed out in a quavering voice.
Simon straightened and clapped a big hand on the tech’s shoulder. "Good lad," he growled, squeezing his hand tight enough to make the young man's eyes widen in pain and panic. "Now get the receiver for the tracker goin’. I got places t’be."
The tech set to work with trembling hands, back spacing several times while typing to correct mistakes made with his nervous fingers. Finally, he managed to program a receiver and synced it to your cell phone, double-checking it before he passed it to the glowering lieutenant.
“S-Sorry about earlier, sir. I meant no offense,” he apologized, holding your phone out in offering.
Simon sneered at the tech as he snatched your cell phone from his hand and stalked out of the room without another word, absolutely seething with rage. However, he wasn't as angry at the little knob he'd just threatened as he was at you.
What the bloody hell were you doing in Shoreditch? It had one of the highest crime rates in London, and you were just traipsing around the bloody place? His worries increased tenfold at the thought of you walking the streets there after dark, sitting alone and exposed at some inner-city bus stop like a piece of ripe fruit for some low-life to pick at their leisure. Did that bastard you were seeing at least walk you to your stop, make sure you got on the bus safe?
Simon grunted. Probably not. The fact that it was you putting forth all the effort and taking the risks hadn’t escaped him. Fuckin’ minger didn’t give a shite about you. Simon would never let you go somewhere like Shoreditch alone, and he sure as hell wouldn’t let you walk the streets alone at night. Just the thought of it made him feel sick.
His stomach was tied in knots by the time he made it back to his truck and set out for Banfield once more.
It was a long drive home.
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Sunday...
The train to Hackney came to a halt with a squeal of brakes and a loud hiss. When the automatic doors opened, you quickly stepped out and made your way through the terminal to the main street beyond. You kept your head down, not making eye contact with anyone. Huddling inside your da’s old army jacket, you took a seat on the bench at the bus stop and waited for the bus to Shoreditch.
You didn’t pay any mind to the dark sedan that pulled to the curb across and further up the street, didn’t notice the large silhouette of a man sitting behind the wheel. You kept your eyes straight ahead and pointed down at the grimy sidewalk.
Simon slouched in his seat, the receiver blinking rapidly beside him. He checked his rental car’s mirrors before focusing on you again, taking in your stony expression. At least you knew not to engage with people, stay to yourself. He made a mental note to ask if you carried anything for protection, pepper spray or a knife. Not that those would do much good against some chav with a gun. He gritted his teeth and gripped the wheel.
Your bus arrived and you climbed aboard, taking a seat near the back. Simon waited until it was further up the block but still easily within sight before pulling out to follow. He wasn’t worried about losing track of you now, but he still felt the need to stay close, just in case.
With each stop, Simon tensed, waiting for you to rise and disembark, thinking your secret lover must live in one of the residential buildings that crowded the streets, yet it wasn’t until the bus reached a narrow street lined with shuttered businesses― bars, clubs and cheap eateries mostly, that you stepped off the bus. He pulled to the curb again to watch but felt his heart rate tick up when you turned and began walking in his direction.
“Fuck,” he hissed, trying to slouch in the seat and make himself less visible.
Just before you reached his vehicle, you stopped before a shuttered store front, the facade painted an ugly, lurid rust red, its corrugated shutter a flat black and littered with graffiti. You raised your fist and banged on the shutter, keeping a wary eye out as you waited. A door to the side of the shutter swung open, an older, balding man poking his head out and motioning for you to come inside.
Simon watched you step through the door, disappearing from sight, his eyes travelling up to the name of the establishment printed on the sign above in bold, white letters. ‘The Grind’, it read and below that in a smaller font, ‘Gentleman’s Club’.
“What the bloody fuckin’ hell?” he snarled.
You had just entered a strip club.
You stood in the back near the dressing rooms, a mop bucket filling with water from a tap low on the wall. A cleaning trolley sat nearby, loaded down with everything you’d need. Your boss, Murray, was standing on the other side of the tap, his paunchy frame leaned against the bare brick wall as he tapped away at his phone. He glanced up at you as you shut off the tap and dunked the mop in the bucket.
“Be sure an’ give the private rooms a deep clean. Had a good night last night. The lads kept the girls busy,” he said with a leering smirk.
You tried to hide your disgust at the insinuation. Murray’s ‘girls’ were allowed to supplement their incomes by servicing the club’s clientele with sexual favors. He was little better than a street pimp, taking a cut of their profits for himself in exchange for a safe place to conduct their business. He had cameras hid in the private rooms to make sure none of the dancers shafted him, always keeping a sharp eye on his ‘investments’, as he called them.
If not for the fact he paid you so well, you wouldn’t be caught dead around a dive like this, wouldn’t ever bother to come to Shoreditch or Hackney at all. After moving away from this crime-infested area, you never wanted to return, but your financial situation demanded it. If it wasn’t for this job, you would have to work another part-time job when you weren’t on shift at the pub. Ollie paid you a fair wage, but it wasn’t enough to cover all your living expenses.
Picking up the jug of industrial cleaner from the cart, you poured a measure of it into the bucket of water, wrinkling your nose at its caustic smell. You had no doubt that this is what was damaging your hands. “Hey, Mur. Do ya think you could switch cleaners? This stuff is so strong it takes the skin off my hands.”
Murray shook his head. “That stuff kills everything. No matter what these filthy mingers bring in here, tha’ stuff will take care of it. Just― double up on the gloves ‘r somethin’,” he said over his shoulder as he headed back towards his office.
Arsehole, you thought, scowling after him. You’d have to try and hide your hands from Riley tonight. He’d be checking on them now and would fuss, you knew, no doubt asking more questions. You grimaced at the thought.
You didn’t like dodging his questions and skirting around the truth, but he just wouldn’t leave it alone, and it was getting kind of annoying. You appreciated that he was concerned about your welfare, but he was toeing the line of your personal boundaries, trying to make something his business that simply wasn’t.
You could admit that most of your hesitance to come clean with him was due to your own embarrassment. You were being paid to deep clean what was essentially a brothel. You were paid well for it, sure— well, you were paid hansdomely for your discretion also— but who would want to admit they earned their paycheck tossing out bin bags of used condoms and scrubbing sex rooms clean for a living? You could just picture the look of disgust on Riley’s face if he ever found out.
You blew out a frustrated breath. This whole situation was wearing thin on your patience. You needed to get started, otherwise you risked missing your bus back to the train station later, and you didn’t want to be in Shoreditch after dark, if you could help it. Deciding to start with the trash, first, you grabbed the roll of bin bags from the cart and set off for the private rooms.
Simon strolled past the Grind’s entrance for the third time, eyes darting around beneath the hood of his sweatshirt as he eyed the security camera over the door. He’d spotted others while casing the building, all of them unfortunately operational, save one. It was located at the side emergency exit above the door, lifeless, its red light dead.
It was his best hope of entry, but it was far from optimal. The alleyway was wide to allow vehicle access, so it was kept clear with few places to hide, far more exposed than he would have liked. He had also checked the emergency door during his first recon of the building, only to find that it was alarmed and locked tight. It wasn’t impregnable, he could still get in, but he would need to bypass the alarm as well as pick the locks, which would take time, and he would need to do all this without being spotted.
It was a recipe for disaster, he knew, his chances of being caught by some random pedestrian high. He was dressed casually, and he’d chosen to wear his surgical mask to draw less attention, but his size was an issue; his large, towering frame drew the curious glances of those he passed. Add that to being dressed in dark clothes and masked, if he was spotted loitering about the exit for too long, someone was bound to report him.
He needed a better look at the alarm and the locks to give him an idea of what this risky endeavor would entail. Turning down the alleyway once more, he kept a leisurely pace, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, seemingly relaxed, just a guy taking a shortcut to get to the next street over. His eyes shifted as he came even with the door, his steps slowing just a fraction, all attention focused on the locks.
He wasn’t expecting the door to suddenly burst open, and he startled, his body turning to face the door head-on. His eyes went wide when you came pushing out the door, hands full of bin bags. Your head shot up at the scuffing sound of his boots on the pavement, startled yourself, your mouth falling open to gasp as your eyes went wide in surprise.
“Riley?!”
Simon felt like a deer in headlights. You’d caught him red handed, nosing around, and only then did he consider how bad this must look. He could already tell by the way you were looking at him that he was about to catch all sorts of hell, so he acted accordingly.
Squaring off as he scowled at you, he growled, “The fuck is this, Dee? You an’ me are goin’ t’have a talk!”
“Oh, you fuckin’ bet we are!” you snapped back, flinging the bin bags down as you marched towards. him. You jabbed your finger at him as you gave him a baleful look. “You followed me,” you accused, voice low and angry. “You just couldn’t stand not knowing, could ya? You just had to know, so you followed me here, doggin’ my steps like some bloody’ creeper.” You glared at him, mouth pinching up in anger. “I am so fucking pissed at you, right now.”
Feeling defensive and irrationally betrayed, he glared at you, speaking in a venomous tone. “Don’t give a fuck how pissed ya are,” he huffed, then scoffed at your shocked expression. “So, this is yer big secret? Ya give lap dances to dirty old pervs to pay yer rent?”
You wouldn’t have been more shocked if he had slapped you across the face. He’d said plenty of mean things to you in the past when the two of you argued, but he had never been cruel to you like this. Never. Pain as sharp as a dagger pierced your heart, but quickly morphed into fury. A thunderous look darkened your expression. Before you knew what you were about, you planted your hands on his chest and shoved him, hard. It caught him off guard enough that he staggered a step back, eyes going wide in surprise.
“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again!” you snarled, stepping away. “Better yet, don’t fuckin’ speak to me at all.” You spun on your heel and went back to the door, only then noticing it had closed behind you. You were locked out. Growling in frustration and on the verge of tears, you curled your hands into fists and began marching stiffly towards the street exit. You’d have to get Murray to let you back in.
Simon came around you and blocked your way, his eyes full of rage until he saw the expression on your face. Tears were threatening to spill, hurt sharp and bright in your eyes. “Doll, listen. I―”
“I trusted you. You were supposed to be my friend.” Your breath hitched, and a tear rolled down your face. You gave a furious shake of your head when he opened his mouth and hurried to step around him. You couldn’t do this anymore.
“Doll, wait!” he called after you, but you shook your head and walked faster.
“Don’t, Riley. Just...leave me alone.” Your voice wavered on the last word, and you broke into a jog, hurrying around the corner and out of sight.
Simon stared after you, the reality of what he’d just done, what he’d just said to you, settling in his chest like cold lead, his heart crushed beneath the weight of his own remorse.
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ooo, okie I just got like a sudden burst of inspo for Creep Yoko hold onnnnnn
So, we already talked about Yoko being Wednesday, and by association Enid's stalker, and her sending the couple photos of them all the time. But what about Yoko sending them gifts??
Yoko knows how much Wednesday loves a good mystery, so she'll drop off mysterious packages outside her dorm with what at first seem like random objects that don't really appear to have any meaning or connection. The vampire particularly enjoys Wednesday's light frustration slowly morph into a sort of sadistic joy as the "gifts" start beginning to make more sense. Perhaps Yoko decides to follow in werewolf mating rituals in her gifting. Skulls and meat of different preys. It's all pieces to the bigger puzzle, and Wednesday is fully engaged. Trapped already in Yoko's plan, and she doesn't even know it.
Of course, Enid isn't as excited about all of this. Soooo, Yoko makes herself a confidante for Enid, lending the blonde an ear to all of her own stalker-ish deeds, entirely unknown to Enid. Yoko getting all pent-up at the fear she can hear clearly in her friend's voice. The vampire even secretly recording their conversations so she can get off to Enid's scared tone later.
Ugh, Yoko being this mastermind and slightly manipulating Enid and Wednesday, simply because she is utterly infatuated with them and also it gets her off to watch the two women scramble to find this stalker without even the slightest clue that it's actually her.
I am actually loving this AU so much ngl
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Chapters: 5/5 (completed)
Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Descriptions Of Violence
Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams , Enid Sinclair/Ajax Petropolus (previous/mentioned), Morticia Addams & Wednesday Addams
Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Skating, Bad Parent Esther Sinclair, Internalized Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Secret Relationship, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Blood and Injury, Cuddling & Snuggling, First Kiss, Stargazing, Sharing a Bed, No Smut, Post-Canon, Sartre levels of existentialism, Addams Family Levels of Violence
Summary:
With Goody no longer being her guide, Wednesday has to search for another source of information in regards to her powers. And no book in the library can help her. As such, she had to do something she never thought she’d do willingly.
Take the advice of her mother.
Turns out, there's another raven on the Frump side of the family who is willing to help her. But as the Frumps live on the west coast, Wednesday has to travel to Oakland, California, in order to begin training. And as Enid is always on her mind, Wednesday is certain that her roommate somehow managed to poison her. Along the way, her stalker also becomes an issue.
Meanwhile, Enid's older brother is getting married and she's forever reminded how much of a disappointment she is to her mother: a late bloomer and failed figure skater. On top of it all, she's trying to understand why her claws always come out around Ajax.
As the two reunite, feelings arise.
Or
The plot heavy/season 2 ice skating AU no one asked for.
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Wenclair prompts
Fey au, Wednesday the displacer beast, Enid the blink dog
Every 87 years the courts of the Seelie and Unseelie come together for an arranged wedding between members of prominent families in order to maintain the peace.
This year, Enid Sinclair, in the fey realm a blink dog but in the human realm an ordinary if naive teen, was chosen by the Seelie court. The Unseelie candidate, Wednesday, is a small, intense girl that comes from a family called Addams. A family unknown to the Seelie, and even the Unseelie are unnerved by.
Fey form kept secret, Enid doesn't find out that her new bride is a displacer beast - sworn enemy of blink dogs - until months later when the only way to save her best friend/wife from her stalker is to forcibly drag her to the fey realm. Just when Enid was starting to catch feelings, too.
(In dnd Blink dogs are teleporting lawful good dogs whereas displacer beasts are lawful evil 6 legged panthers with tentacles on their back and can displace light to appear in a different location. Thought it could be a weird twist on golden retriever/black cat)
Wednesday was a patient in a hospital for children with terminal illnesses, and has thus far outlasted every prediction the doctors have set for her eventual end. Every day aove ground is a new record, and she loves to remind them of it.
Too old to remain in her previous hospital but too ill to stay at home, Wednesday is transferred to a new facility where Enid happens to be a researcher. Wednesday refuses to accept being treated with pity, and Enid becomes the only one in the hospital that can handle the macabre woman.
Wednesday's health flucuates infrequently to the point that Enid forgets why she's getting to spend nearly every day hanging out with her bestie at work. When Wednesday takes a dramatic downturn, Enid basically shuts out the whole world outside of her lab to help - she even leaves dinner midproposal when she gets the call. Once Wednesday is on the mend Enid can deal with the repercussions.
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I love your ok ko au! How does the other characters in around ko react to his power stealing? And does Shadowy or venomous take advantage of ko's powers in anyway?
AKDFKLDSJFKDSJKSKG I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY AU!!!! ALSO THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO TALK ABOUT IT
And to answer your first question, KO is currently keeping his powers a secret because he’s worried about how others would react. In my AU, KO’s powers kicked in a lot earlier than in canon so he learnt to control it before he ever got a job at the Plaza. The only one who knows is Carol and that’s because he accidentally took her powers when his first manifested.
Fun fact: This is why Power Shift!KO (Or Gloves) is so much more jumpy than canon KO! He’s constantly worrying about keeping his powers in check and trying to avoid touching people in case it activates anyway. Man all that stress piling up can’t be good for you KO
Although, He might be forced to reveal his powers in the event that both Rad and Enid are out of commission in a fight...
And for your second question...
While I haven’t decided how Shadowy would take advantage of KO’s powers specifically, I can see him using it as a way to manipulate him. Shadowy does know about KO’s powers since he’s a creepy stalker noodle and has definitely come across Carol and KO talking about it. Heck, the whole reason TKO manifests in this AU is because Shadowy lures KO into the forest with the promise that he can help him to use power that isn’t stolen from others. Not to mention, KO believes that he isn’t a good person and has a lot of negative self-talk because of his powers so Shadowy could potentially use that against him as well. (“Look at you. You have so much power but you refuse to use it. Look at how weak your friends must think you are. They probably only tolerate you because they think that you’re harmless but you can show them if you get mad.” “You only hurt people with this power, why would you ever think that you could help anyone?”) The line between Shaowy’s manipulation and KO’s own negative self-talk are beginning to blur...oof
Another detail to note is that KO is trying to hide his powers and Shadowy knows this so I wouldn’t put it past him to use that bit of information against him...
~Aqua
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Do you think wednesday would've appreciated a stalker?
Do you think that whenever she walks down the halls and hears the light shutter of a camera, she cant help the race of her heart as she turns around in wonder?
She'd be mad ofcourse
Who dares do such a thing? Are they trying to gather her weaknesses? Her secrets?
Until she realizes
It only happens during random moments. When shes eating or walking down the hall. There are some of her even sitting in class
Thats it, no pattern or anything. It doesnt follow her to jericho, so it must be a fellow nevermore student
Was this an.. Admirer?
It stays like that, just random snapshots and wednesday was used to having photos be taken without her consent. Being the weird girl in a public school, there could be worse photos out there
Until
It starts getting more bold
It follows her to jericho
Everytime she would sharply turn, there'd be the silouhette of someone ducking down in a panic
Then wednesday kills someone, her fingers stained with blood and the knowledge of some unknown prophesy of a burning nevermore churning in her mind
You'd think having a stalker would be the last thing in her mind after that
Until a bloodied and crooked pair of frames sit innocently on her table, a little paste it note right next to it the next day
"you forgot something," it innocently says
Wednesday picks it up and stares at the brand that rowan always wears, its legitimate
Seems like having a stalker isnt so bad after all
Or, imma redo a bit of the stalker enid au into something a bit more.. Hands on
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stalker enid au except its not the one from main but rather a completely separate au
i propose, enid sinclair. Busted nose, seen as a defect since birth even after wolfing out. Grew up learning all about how you just know you're mated and how it'll consume you. Its a whole thing in her pack, how having your one and only is everything
enid takes this to heart, after all she is a hopeless romantic but after an accident when she was young where she completely fucked up her nose, everyone around her had low hopes for her finding her mate, thinking that it fucked up her sense of smell. It didn't help that she's a late bloomer too and so enid is devastated
being in a very packed werewolf town, not alot of people want to befriend the literal outcast of outcasts so she didn't have alot of friends
and sure, she finds success! having done her best in hopes that it'll give her the validation she's been searching for since she was a child but in the end, as she finds herself a house and a good job, it leads her to nothing but emptiness when she celebrates her 30th bday alone
The werewolf may talk to coworkers and finds a place in this new community but its not the one until she decides to rent out her house and meets college student, Wednesday Addams
All sharp edges and glaring eyes, she's the person that would've bullied enid back then but...
She smelt enticing and even years later, Enid has always believed in soulmates
Wednesday Addams? Not so much
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Kaleidoscope
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Vb7eC9
by CMW2
UNABASHEDLY CARNID!; Life broke her, life broke him, but when they got together, their pieces became whole;Rated for language, dark humor, gore, and lots of spice;1st in my 2017 SSS Project.
Words: 49120, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Enid (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Michonne Grimes, Judith Grimes, Andre Anthony (mentioned), Ron Anderson (mentioned), Pete Anderson (mentioned), Sam Anderson (mentioned), Jessie Anderson (mentioned), Reg Monroe (mentioned), Father Gabriel (mentioned), Tobin (Walking Dead) (mentioned), Dr. Edwin Jenner (mentioned), Dr. Denise Cloyd (mentioned), Maggie Greene (mentioned), Glenn Rhee (mentioned), Hershel Rhee (mentioned), Daryl Dixon, Carol Peletier (mentioned), King Ezekiel (mentioned), Rosita Espinosa (mentioned), Tara Chambler (mentioned), Eugene Porter (Mentioned), Scott (Alexandria) (mentioned), Francine (Alexandria) (mentioned), Spencer Monroe, Deanna Monroe (Mentioned), Lori Grimes (mentioned), Shane Walsh (mentioned), Otis (Walking Dead) (Mentioned), Sophia Peletier (Walking Dead) (mentioned), Sasha Williams (mentioned), Abraham Ford (mentioned), Heath (Walking Dead) (mentioned), Aaron (Walking Dead) (Mentioned), Randall (Walking Dead) (mentioned), Hershel Greene (mentioned)
Relationships: Enid/Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes/Michonne, Maggie Greene/Glenn Rhee, Carol Peletier/King Ezekiel (mentioned), Rick Grimes/Jessie Anderson (mentioned as the HUGE mistake it was!), Jessie Anderson/Pete Anderson (mentioned), Tara Chambler/Denise Cloyd (mentioned), daryl dixon/carol peletier (Mentioned), Daryl Dixon/Rosita Espinosa (mentioned), Sasha Williams/Abraham Ford (mentioned), Scott (Alexandria)/Francine (Alexandria) (mentioned), Rick Grimes/Lori Grimes (mentioned), Lori Grimes/Shane Walsh (mentioned)
Additional Tags: CARL GRIMES DESERVED BETTER!, THE ENTIRE GRIMES FAMILY DESERVED BETTER!, HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE WALKING DEAD SEASON 5B-6A, THROW THE WHOLE ANDERSON FAMILY AWAY., Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fill in the Blank Backstory (for Enid), otp: just survive somehow, I will defend Enid to my dying breath, COME AT ME BITCHES!, Carnid, Carl x Enid, Grimes Family 2.0, otp: we're the ones who live, Everyone Is Alive, SUCK MY FUCK CANON!, Carl Grimes Lives, Carl Grimes Needs a Hug, References from all seasons of The Walking Dead, fanfiction cures all ills!, Strong Female Character with a Heart of Gold, First Relationship, First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Barebacking, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Aftermath of trauma, Loss of Parent(s), Loss of Innocence, Carl Grimes has Scars, Enid has Scars, Enid Needs a Hug, Carl Grimes is a Feminist, Carl Grimes is a Southern Gentleman, Carl Grimes is a Little Shit, Carl Grimes gets to be Happy., Carl Grimes was a good person and he deserved so much fucking better!, the walking dead - Freeform, Team Family, Alexandria Safe-Zone, The Hilltop (Walking Dead), Oceanside (Walking Dead), The Kingdom (Walking Dead), Gallows Humor, Humor as Coping Mechanism, Carl Grimes Gets Shot but Keeps His Eye, Carl Grimes Has a Crush, Light BDSM, Knifeplay, Spanking, Switch Carl Grimes, Switch Enid, Carl Grimes Has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Enid Has Post-Traumatic Strees Disorder- PTSD, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Healthy Coping Mechanisms, Healthy Relationships, Blacksmithing, Scavaging, Post-Apocalypse, CHECK YOUR LIPSTICK BEFORE YOU COME FOR CARNID, Emo Kid Golden Standard for Relationships in The Walking Dead AKA CARNID, cmw2, Trumpetnista, hooded Walker Stalker, canon compliant AU, canon corrector AU, Everybody Lives
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Vb7eC9
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miss stalker enid, wonder how she's doing
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guess what animatic im planning to redo? also, this is still based on canon events with a lil twist considering the au
spot the difference from this one and the old one!
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Absolutely insane (/pos) how Enid is trying to be as normal/non-obsessive as she can out of concern for others and maybe even for Wednesday herself and Wednesday has no idea the distance is “”for her benefit”” and is just fraying the tiny cord that holds Enid sanity, just knocking into the doors that hold the madness at bay with a battering ram
Is Enid going to keep fleeing until she just can’t? I can just imagine her saying something kinda fucked up (but definitely true) at her breaking point as if to scare Wednesday off but she’s like, “Well you messed up, Enid. Im into that shit, actually.”
Enid: I’m a danger to everyone around us, specially towards you, I will to tear you open and eat your heart /s
Wednesday: Invite me to dinner first /s
"what do you want from me?" Enid whispers. Her eyes are dilated and her body is tense. She looks like she's about to run away, to flee but Wednesday knows better.
Those claws are out for a reason.
"stop ignoring me," Wednesday says, stepping closer. "I know what I did was wrong but you can't just treat me like I'm nothing." a finger jabbed at the werewolve's chest and Wednesday couldn't stop the flicker of amusement when Enid's spine jerks straight.
Her mouth flaps. "nothi-" Enid shakes her head before slapping Wednesday's hand away. "you're the one that showed me that I was nothing!" she snarls. "putting us in danger, running back to the place a monster was - " Enid shuts her mouth before sharply inhaling.
"we're done."
Wednesday scoffs as panic shoots through her chest. "no, we're not," she says, it's not a plead.
"Yes, we are!"
The Addams reaches out just as Enid turns on her heel. Next thing she knows, her back is against a pillar and a monster is pining her onto the bricks.
"we," Enid starts as the blues of her eyes dissappear. "Are done here."
Wednesday barely winces as she shifts. Those claws are sharp, the only thing holding them back from piercing her completely is her layers. "You say that yet you're the one not letting go."
A prickle was felt against Wednesday's skin and the psychic can't help but tilt her head, practically baring her neck.
Wednesday eyes the way Enid stares and she has to stop herself from smiling when those lips part to show sharp teeth.
Heh.
Got her.
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Gosh they are adorable aren't they?
Anyways, this is a Lil progress report on the stalker Enid animatic and just from that smile! You wouldn't think she had the bad case of obsession
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