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mastermind , xavier thorpe.
pairings: xavier thorpe x reader
“what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first time you saw me , nothing was gonna stop me?”
“what if i told you i’m a mastermind? and now you’re all mine , it was all by design.”
summary: xavier knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you— and he always made sure to get the things he wanted.
Xavier remembered the first time he saw you.
You were wearing your favorite outfit , one he had seen you wear plenty of times now , and you were clutching a stuffed animal in one arm and holding cotton candy in the other. With a bubbly smile on your face , you followed around your friends , soaking in the scenery of the carnival and grinning ear to ear. ( You really loved carnivals. )
He hadn’t seen you before. You didn’t go to Nevermore , and he wasn’t too fond of Normies. But there was something about you that seemed so different. It sounded cliche , but something clicked inside of him when he first saw you. You were beautiful , and you looked so sweet and innocent. He wanted to know you , who you were , what you liked. He wanted you to think he was just as attractive as he saw you. God , did he want you.
With his hands stuffed in his pockets , he huffed when you strolled on out of sight. The carnival was packed and he knew he’d look weird just watching around for you the entire time. He also knew , he didn’t want to approach you in front of your friends. He wasn’t particularly fond of them— just you.
He tried getting the image of you out of his head. It was just one girl , he kept telling themself. There’s more out there , don’t bother.
He played a couple games with Ajax , chatted with Wednesday , and still nothing turned his head the way you did. Nothing interested him enough to want to stop thinking about you.
“Bro you’re hot.” Ajax scoffed. Xavier bashfully admitted to him what his problem was after looking so irritated that past thirty minutes. “You make art come to life. Literally.”
“Okay and what if she’s like a super cunt who only dates guys like Tyler Galpin?” He borderline whined , hating that he cared so much.
“Then she’s a cunt so why would you wanna be with her still?” Ajax pointed out.
Xavier nodded , knowing Ajax was right. Maybe he was scared of finding that out— having the already made image of you tainted by a scornful tongue or an upturned nose.
“She seems to like Enid.” Ajax cut in , nodding over towards the blonde talking excitedly to you. You talked to her grinning , showing her the piece of jewelry Enid complimented you on.
Xavier watched the two of you closely , his eyes lightening up as Enid handed you her phone. He silently prayed you were exchanging socials instead of numbers , so he’d be able to find you later.
When you turned your phone around , showing Enid you had followed her , Xavier grinned excitedly.
“Gotcha.”
“what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me , i knew i wanted your body? i laid down the groundwork and just like clockwork the dominos cascaded down the line.”
That night Xavier laid in his bed and searched up Enid’s Instagram. Social media wasn’t really his ‘thing’ but he had an account just to be nosey every now and again— and luckily , it came in handy.
He wasted no time in searching through Enid’s followers until he found you. It took him about twenty different people , but then , finally , your profile picture was a photo of you in the woods. A huge smile on your face as you stood there with your arms wide open , eyes screwed shut.
Shamelessly , Xavier stalked you as far as your Instagram would go. He was in awe at your photos , how artistic some of them were compared to the pretty selfie’s you’d take. There wasn’t any sign of another significant other in your life , which made a proud smirk appear on his face.
He followed you , and turned his phone , ignoring the excitement bubbling in his stomach.
Then the next morning , as soon as he woke up , he saw you had followed him back. And he smiled.
The next time he saw Enid , he grabbed her arm and pulled her off to the side , stuffing his hands in his pocket nervously. “So. . .”
“You wanna know about Y/N.” Enid cut to the chase. “Ajax ratted you out to me last night! He said you couldn’t stop talking about her. Xavier that is so cute! You guys would be the perfect couple.”
Xavier made a mental note to tell Ajax about his blabber mouth as he flushed , rolling his eyes. “Calm down. I just wanna know if , you know , she’d—”
“She’s not like the rest of them , I promise.” Enid cut him off excitedly again. “In fact! She’s sneaking in me and Wednesday’s dorm tonight.” She smiled proudly , “you and Ajax should come by.”
Xavier smirked. “You know , I’m surprised at how little work I’ve had to do to score this.” He admitted , thinking he’d have to go on the wild hunt to find you somewhere’s in town.
“Maybe you’re not the one trying to score.”
“you knew i was a mastermind and you’re mine , and all you did was smile. ’cause i’m a mastermind.”
Enid was finishing up your hair as you checked it subconsciously in the mirror. “And he asked me about you?” You already heard the story a million times , you just wanted to hear it again.
You were practically leaping with joy when Xavier had asked to follow you. You caught his attention. Finally. You wore your favorite outfit , ran around the entire carnival looking silly , just hoping he’d come up to you.
You were a bit disappointed when he didn’t , but when Enid texted you saying Xavier was asking her about you— you were ecstatic.
Wednesday rolled her eyes at the same question she’d been hearing for the past hour. “Do you suffer from short term memory loss?”
“I just don’t want to assume he’s into me but really I’m just being delusional.”
“Didn’t you say he followed you.” Enid tried easing your overthinking.
“Yeah but—”
“Which means he was looking for it because he didn’t know your name before!” Enid clapped excitedly. “I love love.”
“Love makes me want to operate on myself while I’m wide awake.”
Wednesday’s comment was left uncommented on because a knock on the door interrupted the conversation.
Your stomach was in knots and Enid gave you an encouraging smile as she went to open the door. You immediately felt shy , unsure of what to do or say.
“Y/N’s already here!” She almost squealed , moving away to let them walk in.
Xavier’s eyes immediately fell onto you. You sat on Enid’s bed , with your hands in your lap for comfort. The way you looked at him made him grin , nodding up at you. “Gonna introduce me , Enid?”
Enid giggled and you stood up , smoothing down your clothes and walking up to him.
“Don’t you know her already?” Wednesday’s monotonous voice spoke up. “You followed her Instagram.” She said simply , not looking up from her place on her own bed , reading.
Xavier’s cheeks went red with embarrassment as Enid giggled and Ajax laughed. You even chuckled a bit , finding his red cheeks and the way he scratched the back of his neck endearing.
“Well yeah but—”
“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.
“So it seems.” Xavier laughed. “In the flesh.”
You were two caught up in his big green eyes to answer. His face was definitely something to look at. Every feature just fit him perfectly , his voice and demeanor. You were smitten.
“I think me and Y/N are gonna go off on our own.” Xavier told the others without looking away from you , his heart beating so fast.
“Already?” Enid whined. “You just got here.”
Xavier looked at you questionably , cocking his head to the side with a smirk.
“Yeah–” you broke the stare to glance towards Enid briefly with a sympathetic smile. “We can all meet up later?”
“God , I hate teenagers.”
#xavier thorpe fluff#xavier thorpe x reader#enid x reader#xavier thorpe imagines#taylor swift#mastermind#wednesday#xavier#thorpe
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Clumsy Defender
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader, Brief Fem!Reader x Friend!Enid
Warnings: Blood, Mentions of fighting
Fluff / Very Mild, Short-lived Angst
Word Count: 1.6k
Request: Wednesday x reckless reader fluff pls? Maybe the reader is always getting into fights and Wednesday always finds the reader with a broken arm or bloody nose?? - @cheesecaketwilight
Author’s Note: I’m sorry this departed from your request in terms of the Reader being a frequent fighter. Otherwise, I hope you like it! And side note, maybe Wednesday will be out of character to some, but I stand by the idea she would be a total softy for her girlfriend, at least in private. :)
You could feel numerous sets of eyes on you as you rushed through the quad, trying your best to conceal your bloodied, already swelling hand.
Normally, your fellow Nevermore students spared no more than a glance at your injured self because you were known for always stumbling down — occasionally, up — stairs, falling off of railings, tripping over nothing more than air, and so on.
But, since these injuries followed the sounds of yelling, shoving, and swings of fists being thrown, everyone’s attention was either on you or the infamously arrogant guy laying upon the ground, now several yards behind you.
You weren’t running because you were afraid of getting in trouble with Principal Weems. You were running because you had to get yourself cleaned up and bandaged as quickly as possible because there were barely a couple minutes left of your girlfriend’s class.
You couldn’t let her see you like this, at least not while in such horrific state. Despite loving nearly all things gore, whenever your accident-prone self got so much as a paper cut, she would panic, even though the panicking was not obvious to anyone but you.
“Enid!” You called at before the door to could entirely open.
The colorful blonde shot up immediately from her desk, knocking over a bottle of brightly colored nail polish. “What’s up, (Y/N)?” Enid asked excitedly, obviously not caring about the mess you had just caused. You knew if your girlfriend was there, she would have said something along the lines of her half of the room already looking as though a rainbow had thrown up all over it, so she probably won’t even notice.
“I need your help! Quickly!” You held up your dominate hand, letting her see the fresh blood stream down your wrist, over many already dried trails.
Enid’s eyes were the size of saucers, as she attempted to stutter out, “Wh- what did- How did you-“
“Please, Enid!” You had no choice but to interrupt her. Since you weren’t in the typical spot where you would meet your girlfriend everyday after her class at this time, you knew she would be on her way to look for you here.
“Okay! Okay! It’s all going to be fine!” She tried to assure you. She clasped her hands together, telling you she wasn’t done. “But first, you need to take a deep, soothing breath, (Y/N). Breath in…breath out…breath-“
The glare on your face was one you were certain, in the back of your mind, was one you would have to apologize for later. You especially knew you were going to have to, when you yelled, “Damn it, Enid! Actually help me with this!”
She complied with your rudely voiced order and raced into the bathroom. As you listened to her rummage for whatever supplies she could find, you placed yourself on your girlfriend’s bed. Her black comforter wouldn’t show any blood stains, and even if it did, you knew she wouldn’t mind…as long as she could convince herself it wasn’t your blood.
The overly kind girl sprinted to you and began to help you clean the two deep lacerations that extended from the back of your hand to the begin of your forearm.
“I’m sorry I snapped,” you said to her. “I just want to get this taken care of before…”
Your apology came to a halt at the sound of a heavy, platform boot stepping onto the old wooden floor.
Those dark eyes you found the brightest warmth in instantly gaped to your hand, before shooting up to bore directly into yours.
“What. Happened. Now.” Wednesday said. Her words were a question; they were a demand.
Enid had gone as still as a statue. You were sure she wasn’t even breathing.
And she literally sighed in relief, when Wednesday told her, “I shall handle this myself.”
Enid offered you a genuine smile, telling you she accepted your apology. “I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N)! I’ll see you both later!” She, then, skipped passed your girlfriend, who hadn’t moved an inch or even blinked, and exited the dorm.
You broke the silence with a beg of, “Please don’t be mad.”
If you looked as pathetic as you sounded, it was no shock — to you, at least — that Wednesday’s ridged shoulders slouched, even if was by barely an inch.
“I am not mad you, (Y/N),” she replied, making her way across the room to place herself closely beside you.
She went to work cleaning your hand and wrist. Her cold, skillful hands somehow managed to keep the pain of it at a level barely above an occasional sting.
“But you always seem like it whenever this happens,” you said to her.
“Because it happens constantly, (Y/N). If it isn’t a concussion, it’s a sprained ankle. If it isn’t a gash, it’s a bruise. And now, there’s this. You have successfully taken your talent to wound yourself to astounding new heights.”
“But this time, I was-“
“I do not care what you were doing,” Wednesday interjected, her gaze as hard as stone. “Whatever it was, you were unbelievably reckless for putting yourself in a situation that has left you with such severe injuries.” With the pain of her words, you couldn’t bear another moment of looking her in the eye, despite it being your only hope of figuring out what she was genuinely feeling behind her mask.
For the remaining duration of her bandaging you up better than any doctor could, you stared at your lap.
The taut silence was nearly deafening and only ended when Wednesday announced she was finished with a clipped, “There.”
“I’m sorry,” you practically whispered. “I get it. I know how frequently I injury myself must be annoying, but-“
You felt a hand ever so gently grasp your chin, making you look at her. Those eyes met yours again, telling you everything her monotone voice didn’t, as she assured, “It is not annoying. You are not annoying. That is not the issue.”
“Then why do you always get so frustrated?”
From the prolonged pause, you knew she was debating her next sentence. “You know the answer.”
“I don’t think I do.”
You waited patiently as you watched her perfectly chiseled jaw flex repeatedly from the numerous times she clenched and unclenched it, as though she was trying to force the words out of her throat. “Because I care about you, (Y/N),” Wednesday confessed. She finally released your chin just to place her hand against your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch, while she continued, “So much, I believed it to be sickeningly obvious to everyone at this school.”
The beating of your heart accelerated, and your stomach filled up with butterflies — feelings only she could provoke inside of you. “And I care about you…which is why I couldn’t let that asshole get away with what he was saying.”
Her head titled, and her brows lowered. “What?”
“Edgar — the vampire, who thinks he’s all that because of his stupid first name. He was making comments about you, calling you a freak, and such. And, well…I got fed up with it, to say the least, and telling him off wasn’t enough.”
“So, this is from a fight?”
“I now know to not aim for the mouth when you’re fighting a vampire and they’re in the process of yelling,” you laughed.
The corners of Wednesday’s mouth perked up, before they dropped to ask, “Why would you fight over something so ridiculous? You know I could not care less what people think of me, let alone someone as pathetic as Edgar.”
“I know you don’t, but you’re my girlfriend and, as I said, I care about you. Don’t act like you wouldn’t retaliate if you overheard people talking badly about me.”
“I would end them,” she said in such a deadpan way, it made you chuckle.
“So, see? Even if you’re the better defender, it doesn’t mean I’m not one as well. I’m just a clumsy defender, I guess.”
Wednesday sighed, glancing down at your bandages. “Yes, you are,” she agreed, while placing her other hand on the opposite side of your face. Her thumbs gently caressed your skin, before she added, “But, you are my clumsy defender, even if the consistent concern about your well-being is going to lead to me an early grave.”
You absolutely beamed, just as you did each and every time your girlfriend announced her claim of you. Only could your grin be shoved away by Wednesday leaning in to close the remaining few inches between you.
The second your lips met hers, you melted against her. Feeling her unnaturally stiff body relax as well only made you want her closer.
Abruptly, you pulled away, causing disappointment to flash across Wednesday’s face. It gave you hope that your request would not be rejected. “Will you cud- lay with me?”
She only stared at you for the longest time, making you smile yet again because you knew she was, at minimum, considering it. “Fine, since you corrected yourself in time to use the least repulsive way to ask.”
How quickly she would always move to lay down was proof enough she did not hate cuddling as much as she implied. How her arms seemed to instinctively wrap around you the moment your head laid on her chest made you believe that maybe, she didn’t hate it all.
Following the gentlest of kisses to you head, Wednesday insisted, “Additionally, I also must hear every last detail of you giving that imbecile precisely what he deserves. Other than for my own enjoyment, I must ensure I handle him a different, unexpected way.”
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Y/N walks in with a chocolate chip cookie…
Y/N: I knew you were feeling down so I brought you a cookie
Enid giggles…
Enid: thank you baby
Y/N: gotta keep my favorite honey wolf happy
Enid hugs Y/N tightly…
Wednesday just rolls her eyes…
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you only do this if ur comfy with it<3 okay so Enid has a big crush on Carl's gf(reader), and he notices they way that Enid looks at her, so he lets her eat out the reader then fucks her in front of Enid<33 sorry if this is too much
I know that y'all probably already forgot about me, really sorry for the long break, but writers block is a bitch. Anyways, I'll try to post more often now, during my break I watched a lot of stuff so I will post something other then twd (hopefully) soon.
gosh, i really hope i did well and you like it, thank you for the request, I'm really sorry this took so long!
Kind of Enid centered?, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, jealousy, possessiveness, no condom
English us not my first language so there might be mistakes!
"His"
Love was a complicated thing, it was cruel and fucked up, it destroyed the very person who felt it yet there was something addictive about it, something that made you want more. And loving a person that loved somebody else was even worse, Enid experienced it herself, the feeling, the need for somebody who would never look at her the same way. It was absolutely destroying, devastating and still so perfect and sweet. It was a drug that gave you the best high, but left you in pieces, crying into your pillow about being so stupid.
Enid was convinced that (Y/N) — Carl's girlfriend, was the prettiest girl in the world. Her hair was soft and healthy, which seemed impossible during the apocalypse, her skin flawless, angelic face, beautiful long lashes, she was a true goddess in Enid's eyes.
It wasn't a strong feeling, it wasn't anything major, just a simple crush, an admiration. Maybe it was because her options were very limited and a beautiful girl was better than a sweaty dick-brained boy, maybe Enid's hormones kicked in and it was just lust that she felt for (Y/N) or maybe it was a real feeling, something that could've developed into something beautiful if only given a chance.
It didn't really matter what it was because Enid knew that acting on her feelings would only destroy their friendship, her and (Y/N)' as well as her and Carl's. She kept her feelings locked in somewhere in the deepest part of her brain, allowing it to resurface only when she was alone.
It also didn't matter what Carl felt, maybe it was a weird fetish, maybe his risky, experimental nature took over, maybe his possessiveness over his girlfriend or simple pity he felt for Enid. It didn't matter why, it didn't. What mattered was what those fings led to. And they led to Enid sitting on Carl's bed, in front of (Y/N), eyeing her plush, pink lips.
"Hey, it's okay" she smiled, tearing the brunette from her thoughts. "I'm kinda nervous too"
Enid swallowed, Carl's words echoing in her head as she braced herself for what was about to come.
How about you eat (Y/N) out?"
A bold suggestion that seemingly came out of nowhere messed with her head until the only thing she could think about was warm, hopefully, wet cunt she was about to dive in head first. Her mouth started to salivate as she imagined sweet taste of (Y/N) 's pussy on her tounge. Her body tingled with anticipation as she simply nodded her head and carcassed the lace of her crushes panties.
(Y/N) twitched nervously beneath her touch, it probably should've made Enid rethink her actions and slow down a little, but it only drove her mad even more, she was too drunk on the feeling to slow down. The girl's uncertainty only made Enid want to corrupt her even more, destroy her innocence until the only thing left would be her wet pussy throbbing, begging for more.
Love was an ugly thing, it filled you with need to destroy the very person you cared for, fuck them up in the most horrible way and leave them wanting more. At least that's the kind of 'love' Enid felt right now. She wanted to completely and utterly destroy (Y/N) for everyone else, leave her in pieces only she knew how to put back together
Carl acted as he'd heard her thoughts, because he grabbed (Y/N) by the hair and pulled her close. Their lips met in a heated, aggressive almost, kiss, it seemed like Grimes felt threatened by her. He kissed his girlfriend deep, keeping eye contact with Enid as if he tried to show that (Y/N) belonged to him and only him, he was only lending her to Enid, but she still was his possession. They played a dangerous game that could only end badly.
"Enid..." (Y/N) whispered, like she was embarrassed, like she didn't want for the other girl to know how good she was making her feel with just a couple of touches and her breaths right against her soaking pussy.
That one word, her name said in such a desperate way lit a fire inside if her once again. In this moment she realized how much she needed this, it felt like she was starving and there was a delicious three course meal right in front of her. She gently nudged the wet spot on (Y/N)'s panties with her nose, when she got another whimper in return she couldn't control herself any longer, she liked a stripe against the material, finally getting a faint taste of her crushes juices.
The girl arched her back, her soft thighs wrapped around Enid's neck, almost suffocating her. If that was her reaction now, how would she act later? What kind of noises would she make? Will she scream Enid's name or will she get embarrassed again and let out only quiet moans muffled by her own hand? Will her legs start to tremble when she'll be reaching her climax? She had to know. She had to know right now.
Her hands were shaking with anticipation, but she still somehow managed to pull her underwear down. When she finally saw (Y/N)'s cunt, soaked, clenching against the air, ready for her, she could swear she could see God himself as she ascended to heaven.
She put her mouth on the other girl's pussy and an absolute divine taste reached her, the scent was overwhelming, she couldn't breathe. She lapped on her pussy, like she was starving, like she would die if she stopped only for a second. It felt like the entire world was in her hands with her tongue between the swollen folds and her thumb in her clit, teasing slowly.
What took her back to reality was a sigh. Carl's sigh to be exact, only now had she noticed that he had his mouth on (Y/N)'s plump breast, sucking on the nipple, while his hand teased the other one. Oh, how she dreamed to have her face burried between those, especially when the girl wore something a bit more revealing.
They both acted like predators feeding on their prey, like they were fighting over her.
Fingers joined Enid's tongue soon enough and (Y/N) let out a loud moan of approval. She wanted to absolutely destroy that pussy, to feast on it until there was nothing left. She closed her eyes and hummed enjoying herself, the girl's legs trembled and her thighs squished Enid's neck even harder. They were in the moment, only them counted, the whole world consisted only of the two of them on this bed.
Suddenly Enid's felt (Y/N) move back and she looked at her confused, only to find Carl impatient and annoyed at being left out of the fun. His arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, pulling her close.
"That's enough" his voice raspy and unusually deep, dripping with arousal. (Y/N) let out a disappointed whimper, like she didn't want her time with Enid to end. "No need to whine, I'll take good care of you. As always" he said, confident, like he wanted to show off, make Enid's understand that he was the one that pleasured the girl every night.
He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down with ease, throwing them off the bed, his shirt was already unbuttoned, probably (Y/N)'s work.
"Spread your legs for me" he commanded and the girl obeyed, Grimes only looked around her, pleases to have such an obedient girlfriend. "Thank you for preparing her for me, Enid" he smirked at his friend.
She only watched as his cock slipped inside of (Y/N)'s swollen, wet pussy, the same pussy she was eating out mere seconds ago, it seemed like her moment has passed and she could only watch from now on.
Carl's hips moved slowly, his dick disappeared inside of the girl and all Enid could do was slide her hand down her pants, and touch herself. She should have felt pathetic doing this, but all she felt was excitement as she watched Carl's cock slip in and out of (Y/N)'s cunt. It looked beautiful, her pussy glistening with her slick as he fucked her, it truly was mesmerizing, she felt hypnotized, she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.
"Enid" (Y/N) choked out, her hand reaching out to the other girl. Her body moved without her knowledge, her long hair tickled (Y/N)'s neck. Their lips locked together in a kiss, the sweetest kiss she ever had, she could still taste (Y/N) on her tongue.
They kissed greedily as Grimes pounded into her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer as she stroked Enid's hair gently.
Unfortunately there isn't good without bad and everything good has to end eventually. (Y/N) came first, overwhelmed by the pleasure, memory of Enid's tongue, Carl's cock deep inside of her, she couldn't last long. Next was Enid, looking deep into the girl's eyes as she reached her climax. Carl came last, painting (Y/N)'s insides white with his cum, further claiming her as his. Because that's what she was. His.
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(y/n): welcome to applebees, would you like apples or bees?
enid: b-bees?
(y/n): SHE HAS CHOSEN THE BEES!
enid: w-wait—
wednesday: [barges in with a jar of bees]
enid: WAIT—!
#enid didn’t ask for this when she started dating you both#but this is what she got unfortunately#wednesday#wednesday x enid#wenclair#netflix#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#lgbtq#enid x wednesday#wednesday addams x enid sinclair#emma myers#enid#jenna ortega x reader#wednesday x reader x enid#enid sinclair x reader#enid x reader#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday x reader#wenclair x reader#emma myers x reader#incorrect quotes#funny#funny quotes
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Hello! Can I request some hcs for Wednesday and Enid (they're dating) being obsessed with a fem!reader?
On GOD I'm obsessed with this, yall should send me more wenclair x reader so I can just go apeshit with it
Enid and Wednesday had a pretty good thing going. They had found their rhythm, they were comfortable with each other's boundaries, they were stable. Nice and stable
But then Enid just had to become friends with you, and she just had to decide that, you know what? Wednesday should be best friends with you too. You were so much fun, but not as crazy as Enid, so surely Wednesday would like you too
And she does. Oh god she does. You're surprisingly sweet, you respect her boundaries, you get along with Enid, you listen more than you talk (at least with Wednesday). She would only begrudgingly admit that maybe Enid was right
It's impossible for Enid to stop at friends though, not when she and Wednesday just clicked so effortlessly with you. So she invites you back to their dorm more often, and Wednesday even lets you sit on her bed. She invites you on hers and Wednesday's coffee dates and makes it a point to buy your coffee for you. Wednesday even invites you to study sessions and maybe, maybe, "accidentally" forgets her textbook so oops, guess you should just hang out instead
Maybe Enid likes to be really touchy-feely with you, and she's constantly riding on your back because "I can see better from up here." And maybe Wednesday will link pinkies with you when you're all studying or relaxing in the dorm. And maybe Enid will give you rushed pecks on the cheek when you all part ways
There comes a night where Wednesday and Enid have to sit themselves down and talk about you. Wednesday obviously takes the more logical approach of "what would the logistics of this be? How would this work?" while Enid is just "I'm so lucky, now I get TWO girlfriends!"
Eventually they do bring it up to you, and Enid is already sitting in your lap while you listen and nod along to whatever Wednesday is saying about it before sheepishly admitting that you kind of already thought you were all a thing anyway
"Why would you think that?"
"Because Enid practically made out with me the other night"
"Best friends can make out with each other too, you know!"
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7:3
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader
Summary: 7 reasons to go, 3 reasons to stay
Warnings: suicide, suicidal thoughts, vent fic I guess, so uh, like bcos I need validation 🫶 pure, unfiltered, angst. (Part two here) (Tagging: @lxtins @allisonsblog @wednesday-l0ver @capryuk @smolgayhooman @elduster because they said they’d read it x)
Word Count: 1.1k
Seven reasons to go, three reasons to stay. It honestly seems like such an easy answer, but if you add a zero onto the end of both numbers it becomes harder. Seventy reasons to go, thirty reasons to stay. You sat atop of this hill, resting your back against the oak tree. Weighing the reasons in your head made the pit in your stomach grow, but it needs to be soon.
1. You have no family.
In a fit of blind rage at eight, you set your house ablaze. The fire started in your parents bedroom where you, your mother and father and your little brother were. Larissa Weems, a family friend, was quick to aid you. She brought you to Nevermore and raised you like her own. It was abnormal for normie families to have Outcast children, but that just meant the Outcast gene laid dormant for a few generations. You didn’t speak to anyone for seven years after the incident.
Though Larissa was the closest thing you had to a family, she wasn’t your family and the kids at school liked to remind you of that.
2. The overwhelming anger.
Your nostrils flared as you watched the boy, whose name you never bothered to learn, called you an orphan for the umpteenth time that day. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm until you felt blood rolling down. Pain makes you human, Larissa had said to you. Why wasn’t it working? A wolf pushed you and you struck him with flame covered fist. Your hand was burned onto his face and he hand to live in humiliation with that scar for the rest of his life.
The kids around you immediately dissipated and ran away from you. Then your roommate asked to switch dorms
3. People would finally care.
They don’t care until it’s too late. You knew this now, throwing the noose end of the rope over the highest branch that you could reach. You couldn’t even cry. Why would cry? Crying for the people that never even batted an eyelash at you. For he people that saw your pain and laughed in your face, dancing on what was left of your happiness, hoping to ruin it all for you. You can imagine the people that pushed you to this crying in each other’s arms as your body was lowered into the ground. Who do they think they are?
4. You hurt everyone you touched.
Larissa had pulled you into a hug when you came to her office sobbing. You were hesitant to accept it, but you did in the end. You remember her scream and push you away. It haunted your nightmares every. Single. Night. You looked down at your hands and your eyes widened at the melted fabric on your palms. She told you that it was all right and that she was just shocked, but you didn’t believe her.
You began using weird techniques you’d read about in books from the library; sitting in the kitchen’s walk in freezer for as long as you could, taking ice baths, letting your anger out in a controlled environment.
5. The dreams.
Waking up drenched in sweat and covered in a crisp duvet was not your forte. In fact, waking up wasn’t your forte. Your family coming back from the dead to berate you, blame you. They wanted to kill you back. Your brother showing you what could’ve been, what would’ve been, what should’ve been him. A dashing you man, your mother had said before casting her eyes over you in disgust. You wanted to apologise, but that didn’t deserve it. They should have to beg you for forgiveness. The world should have to beg you for your forgiveness. And it would have if you really wanted it to. You had the power to burn the world to ash.
6. You’d stop being a burden.
Larissa Weems already had a whole school of children to deal with. And, though she didn’t say it, you knew having you in her office for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was bothering her. You didn’t want to admit it, but you grew to like her presence, so instead of staying cooped up in your room, you stayed cooped up in her office. You’d get short, curt answers when asking something and you took that as a hint.
7. Eternal peace.
You’d be free from all your suffering. You’d be dead, you’d be gone. There’s no analogy for this reason. It’s just a fact. You wanted to be gone, that’s all.
But now the reasons to stay.
1. Your Larissa.
She really was your family. The reason you were still alive right now, but it was proving not to be enough. You just hoped that she didn’t blame herself for this. She had saved you and protected you for as long as she could, but now it was down to you. You had to make a decision and it led to you tightening the rope around the trunk of the tree.
2. The people that liked your company.
You had met Enid Sinclair in your fourth year of solitude since you’d come to Nevermore. She walk talkative and it was nice for the both of you. She liked having someone that listened to her ranting and you liked listening to someone talk to you without belittling your feelings. Then you met Wednesday on your 16th birthday, three years later. She was Enid’s roommate and you were scared that Wednesday was going to take her away from you. But that’s not what happened. Soon in days where you waited for Enid in her dormitory, you found yourself enjoying the silence between you. It wasn’t that Enid’s rambling was annoying, but silence was nice every once in a while. Lastly, you met Eugene. He reminded you of your little brother, predominantly the good parts of him. He was a perfect mix of Wednesday and Enid. You loved hearing about his bees and how his mom’s were doing. You adored reading books with him in the library. He helped you get over your fear of yourself.
3. Life.
Sure, you hated life. But there were fun times like when you were five, on your father’s shoulders as he ran through the forest by Nevermore. Or on your fifteen birthday when Enid and Larissa threw you a surprise party in your dorm where’re the three of you danced the night away. Not to mention when you made Eugene laugh. A smile graced your face the whole day after hearing him cackle at a note you gifted to him. Even if it go you kicked out from the library.
It was moments like that that you craved.
But you didn’t get much more because here you were, standing on a stool as you put your head through the noose. Just as you strained to kick the stool away, you heard a scream.
“No!” They said, but it was too late.
Wednesday was too late.
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Enid: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Y/N: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Enid: Yes!
Wednesday: I feel sorry for you.
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Hai hello hai
Ok so remember how you said enid goes into heat cuz shes a werewolf and all... so enid and reader hook up alot, and wedsnday find out and gets jealous
Male reader x wenclair
ThxThx. btw Love your writing so much
“Our” Boyfriend
Wenclair X Male Reader.
Summary: Who Knew Wednesday Addams was a Commie?
Wednesday Addams obviously isn’t a commie it’s a joke I don’t want to be canceled right when I start using tumblr over an obvious Joke
When it came to Enid and Wednesday, you couldn’t find more polar opposites who seem to get along just fine. While you never particularly adored Wednesday you were on good terms, however Enid was a different situation. With Enids primal libido and drive, hooking up was a constant that happens at least twice a day. There’s a decently sized list of how often and where.
Sometimes when walking to your biology class, you can spot Enid heading into a small janitors closet. Confused you peer in and she turns and grabs you by your tie, yanking you in for skipping class and a “Quickie.” Which was more than an hour, it’s a surprise nobody heard the walls banging.
Other times she gets even more reckless, along the balcony walkway over the quad, all seems well until she “Leans” over the the railing, purposely wearing a much shorter skirt than usual, almost teasing you to take her, obviously who wouldn’t and your palms gladly grip her waist and plunging in.
Enid would even go so far to bring you in her dorm as Wednesday slept near by, you had to be as quiet as possible but that wasn’t particularly easy. The way Enid rocked her hips into yours, her panted breath, wolf like whining when you hit just the right spot. You had to let her bite your arms sometimes just to keep her from howling in pleasure. The soft bed creaks were just enough for Wednesday to awaken, she didn’t move an inch though and just, listened. That one mistake lead you to the situation you’re in now.
One afternoon, Enid was preparing for a night out. Wednesday was preoccupied on her typewriter.
“You’re leaving?” Wednesday asks.
“Yeah, Yoko throwing a small Party. It’d gonna be like totes cute!” Enid says putting on lipstick. And Wednesday stops and turns to her.
“That’s odd, Yoko informed me of no such party.” Wednesday said and Enid stops, slowly growing fearful.
“O-oh, well yeah i-its a bit private.”
“Is it? Or are you going to meet (Y/n)?” Wednesday says which Enid slowly turns to her, trying to be cutely oblivious.
“What? No, it’s not like that we’re just friends—“
“Friends who fornicate Like hounds in heat, and in the same room next to me.” Wednesday says and stands up, and Enid slowly begins to realize she knew. Enid is slowly backed to a corner.
“We-We wouldn’t do that!”
“Hm, would you? Shall I read an excerpt from your diary?” Wednesday asks and Enids eyes go wide. “June 14th, (Y/n) didn’t want to go to the dorm but I couldn’t wait, so we did it in my bed next to Wednesday, I really didn’t want to wake her but it felt so good that I almost made a—“
“Okay! Okay! You made your point.” Enid says sadly. “I’m going to meet him and well, he knows a few open empty dorm rooms.” Enid said.
“Interesting.” Wednesday says, “a word of advice Enid, if you’re you’re going to break the rules, don’t Leave a trail of evidence.” She says.
“Noted, so, what do you want?” Enid asks.
“Him.” She responds, much to Enids confusion.
“Excuse me?” She says, “You aren’t his girlfriend, meaning he can be in any relationship he wishes, and I wish to partake in it, or would you rather me inform Thornhill?” She says, and Enid pouts.
Later that night (Y/n) Lays on his bed, with Enid around his left arm.
“So, Wednesday basically blackmailed you into sharing me as your hook up buddy?” You ask, Enid nods sadly, “I’ll admit it’s weird sharing you, but I’m kinda okay with it.” Enid says, you turn right, to Wednesday who was also lying with you.
“Wow Wednesday, didnt know you were a commie, “Our Boyfriend.” Heh.” You say smiling and Wednesday rests her head upon yours and speaks.
“Da, chert voz'mi”
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Wenclair x Reader - What Are You? -Part 1
Wenclair x Reader- New at NeverMore and unsettled by your new stalkers? ... Or more excited. Why do these girls interest you so much? Or why are they so interested in you?
This is my first attempt at Wenclair X reader fic but I'm really excited to write it. I have so many ideas and different directions this story can take so hope y'all enjoy reading 😋
You walked the halls of Nevermore, anxiety filling your body, your mind filled with endless extremities of how badly this transfer could go and your heart beating so loudly you were sure everyone around you could hear it. You scanned the array of Fangs, Furs , Scales and Stoners that covered the Quad as you made your way to the principal's office to be welcomed as an outcast. Although you weren't sure that was the correct term for what you were.
Your eyes darted across the courtyard and you halted your steps when you heard a loud scream pierce your ears. You immediately went into defense mode only to focus your vision on a cute curly haired blonde whose scream turned into a giggle as a Gorgon boy threw her over his shoulder.
'Huh cute couple' you thought watching most of the group around them smile and laugh at the scene in front of them.
Being the huge snoop that you are, you focus your hearing on her laugh which was weirdly melodious to your ears. Only to hear...
"I suggest you remove my beloved from your clammy hands before I make certain you no longer have hands to perform such actions" the voice was harsh, very monotone yet incredibly alluring... Who is she?
"Wednesday, relax babe Ajax was just messing around" you watched as the blonde hopped down from the boys shoulder who seemed genuinely terrified by the 5ft nothing girl in front of him and held his hands up in surrender. She glided up to the girl and intertwined their hands together...
'Oh' you think to yourself "Now that's a cute couple" changing your tune. You hadn't realised how long you'd been staring, watching the group interact was fascinating but it wasn't long before you watched the beautiful blonde's nose twitch as she jerked her head in your direction and tilted her head quizzically at you.
The girl you now knew as Wednesday followed her girlfriend's eyeline stepping closer to her and turning her head to also make direct eye contact with you.
Your breath caught in your throat momentarily and you watch as the blonde flashes her fangs, presumably opening her mouth to speak but you don't wait up to hear what she has to say. Instead you whip your head towards the ground and scurry away not in the mood for confrontation on your first day
"Who was that?" Enid scrunched her brow in confusion, watching the back of you as you disappeared into the distance.
"I don't know but she seemed rather intrigued by us" Wednesday observed, also not taking her eyes off the girl who had scurried away.
"I know everyone at Nevermore why don't I know who that is?" Enid suddenly seemed a little panicked at her own uninformed self. Her eyes starring towards Wednesday who let a small, almost invisible to the naked eye, smile cross her lips. She couldn't believe she had fallen for a werewolf whose biggest issue was whether or not she kept up to date with all Nevermore gossip for her extremely girly blog.
"Highly suspicious." She recognised "Shall I get my investigation board out?" Wednesday suggested in an attempt to calm her hyperactive Lover down.
"Not yet" the werewolf smiled, pecking Wednesdays cheek and smiling. She did enjoy watching her girlfriend turn into Sherlock Holmes but she didn't seem it necessary just yet.
"Mon Chiot you must refrain from such ludicrous displays of public affection" she scolded Enid weakly, unable to admit the affect the wolf had on her.
"Chill out Wens noone is watching and besides I like that I'm the only one that can turn those beautifully pale cheeks even the slightest bit pink" she bragged playfully, knowing full well she could irritate the Seer without consequence.
Wednesday sighed "You're impossible" she threw her head to the sky and feined annoyance.
"And you're beautiful" she grabbed Wensdays hand to lead her back to the dynamic pack of friends but they were abruptly stopped by the assistant principal who stood in front of them.
"Miss Sinclair a word?" but as Enid moved to follow their teacher she felt a light tug from the hand that was grasping hers.
"What do you require of her?" Wednesday asked in a not so polite tone and the teacher just rolled her eyes very used to the Wednesday Addams and her protective nature. You couldn't blame her. The amount of times Enid had been in trouble and Wednesday knew for a fact she was responsible, was too many to count. It was alarming. So if she had to take the fall for something... she was ready to dive into the waiting arms of detention to protect her girlfriend's spotless record. At least it was spotless before Wednesday decided to hypothetically drag mud across the clean sheet.
"We have a new student at Nevermore" she rolls her eyes "It is a very abrupt transfer so the welcoming committee... i.e you...have not been informed" she explained and watched as the 2 girls gave each other a knowing look. The eavesdropper. "You're wanted in the principal's office to meet her" she smiled.
"Cool!" Enid beamed widely. She loved new students. New students meant more gossip and more gossip meant more things happening! Enid loved things happening!
"What is she?" Wednesday interjected concerned for her girlfriend's welfare around a new and undetermined creature.
"I am not at liberty to divulge that information Miss Addams" she spoke cryptically "Now chop chop she'll be waiting for you" she turned to Enid then flicked her eyes towards Wednesday "Bring Wednesday if you must but please refrain from terrifying her on her first day" the teacher directed her last sentence at the more sinister of the two then left without another word.
"Well this is gonna be so much fun!" Enid practically yelled before waving to her friends and leaving, Wednesday following close behind like a magnet being drawn to metal.
"Or harrowing" she mumbled as she caught up to Enid.
...
When you reach the two very large and intimidating doors, you knock with confidence and are greeted a few seconds later by a tall, tantalising women.
"Ahh you must me Y/N welcome to Nevermore" she declared before ushering you inside.
"I trust you found your way around ok I apologise for not greeting you at the gates I have only just been informed of your arrival a few minutes ago" she explained but it wasn't necessary. You knew why you were here and you didn't expect much of a welcome anyway.
"Yeah it's cool" you spoke rather casually and unbothered taking a seat as the other women did. She blinked at your casual tone but disregarded it to get down to business.
10 minutes went by which consisted of the Rules of Nevermore, the appearance of your schedule which you didn't expect to have so soon and an explanation of the requirements to attend the school. You listened as well as you could but eventually your thoughts drifted to two girls you had "Met" earlier and your mind swirled with images of them.
As if you had conjured it yourself a knock was heard and when you craned your neck to see who it was ... There they stood.
"Enid" the principal smiled warmly " and ... Wednesday" you watched as she forced a smile but seemed utterly dismayed by the other girl. So that's her name ... Enid your mind whispered to you.
You weren't at all surprised. The blonde whose smile was infectious was dressed in her uniform but it was bedazzled with countless accessories of blinding colour, her bubbly personality practically spilling out into the room. Whereas the darker haired girl looked far more distraught and tortured sporting an all black uniform and a deadpan expression.
"Howdy Newbie!" Enid skipped towards you a wide smile as you stumbled off your seat turning around to reciprocate her greeting.
"Umm Hey" you say quietly and immediately stepped back slightly as the girl threw her arms up to attack you, you presume with a hug. You were never one for physical contact around strangers especially with the "gift" you have being unpredictable so although you rejected her hug you hoped you hadn't offended her.
Enid tilted her head to the side with a slight frown. Which of course made you feel bad but it was safer this way. You let out a sigh of relief when she looked back at Wednesday who smirked at her then back at you while letting out a light chuckle.
"Not a hugger?" She questioned lowering her hands, but she seemed oddly happy about this rather than dismayed.
"Haha not really" you shrugged, with one hand grasping at your forearm for comfort.
"Got it!" Enid spoke, respecting your boundaries which you were incredibly grateful for. "You and Wednesday will get along great" she laughed a little again and winked, causing you to blink at how affected you were by this. She then reached her hand out to Wednesday who hadn't stopped examining you with her piercing stare since the moment you began speaking to Enid. You felt you should be more unsettled by her eyes on you but you can understand her curiosity as you yourself were very interested in knowing more about the two girls.
Wednesday took Enid's hand easily and stepped in to join the conversation
"Hello" she said rather formally and you couldn't help the smile that pulled at your lips. These two were literally polar opposites. One sunshine, one Raincloud. One dark, one light. One a happy social hugger, one a dreary unsociable avoider. How in heaven's name are they a couple? Opposites really do attract it seems and it's proven very true in this case, as you can see.
"Hi" you nod at her and she matches the action with a slight tilt of her head towards you. You then watch as she looks at Enid who does the same. It's as if they are communicating through telepathy and all you can see is the slight change in facial expressions at whatever they were both thinking. Not a lot to go on but you choose not to pry, it didn't seem to be malicious or anything so you could let it go.
Thankfully the principal interrupted "Right well I think I've covered most of what Y/N needs to know so Miss Sinclair if you could just show her around and give her the ol' Nevermore welcome that would be much appreciated." She spoke looking up from her notes and back down to make sure she had covered everything.
"Roger that!" Enid saluted the teacher dramatically before skipping away and opening the large doors to the office.
You on the other hand watched as Wednesday examined you further, her eyes trailing up and down your body while you were standing only a meter apart. You felt rather trapped between her and the chair you were once sat on, unable to follow the bubbly blonde who had left the 2 of you.
You again we're thankful when Enid interjected "Wens stop it!" She looked back scolding her girlfriend "You'll make her feel uncomfortable" she trudged back to the both of you shaking her head.
"Sorry about Wednesday she's just ..." Enid struggled to find the right word "Curious about new unidentified people" she explained.
"Cucciola, What have I told you about apologising for me? It's not necessary" Wednesday speaks bluntly but with a hint of affection towards the werewolf girl. You notice the pet name and smile 'Shes Italian... or at least she speaks it' you find this incredibly attractive and nervously look away.
"Well someone has to" she rolled her eyes and you admire her features as she does this. Unfortunately for you Wednesday notices.
"Va bene capisco" you raise your hand hoping that you can distract the sinister looking girl from the fact that you just checked out her girlfriend.
You watch as Enid's eyes light up at your voice. And Wednesday narrows her eyes at you. "You speak Italian?" She questions and you're not sure whether she's impressed or annoyed at this point, Wednesday is very difficult to read.
"Sì mia madre mi ha insegnato quando ero bambino" you say proudly, always being extremely pleased with your learned skills.
"degno di nota" you hear Wednesday mutter as she looks away from you which for some reason causes you to feel all giddy at the sly compliment.
"Come New Outcast" Wednesday flicks her head towards the door and grabs Enid's hand before walking out of the room "I apologise for staring" she says while still facing away from you.
Enid smiles proudly at Wednesday and then gives you a reassuring look as you hastily follow behind the two.
This is gonna be an interesting day you think to yourself.
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Enid: I could scratch with these
She shows her claws and lets out a growl…
Y/N: that a promise? (Winks)
Enid blushes as Y/N lets out their own fake growl…
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Enid x reader - love this
can you do an enid x gn! reader where the reader can turn into a cat?? - Anon💜
Laying on the roof of Ophelia hall, you sighed in content as the sun beamed down on you.
Compared to the quad below and the hallways which were bustling with students and teachers moving from rooms or just standing around talking.
“How do you even get up there?”
You turned your head, lazily looking at the bubbly werewolf who was leaning against her balcony.
You rolled over, laying on your stomach, hand hanging from the roof as you offered her a lazy smile and a small wave.
“Perks of being a shifter, particularly one who turns into a cat.”
“Well, can you come down?”
You hummed, sitting on the edge of the roof as you shrugged and dropped down, landing easily on your feet.
Enid quickly rushed over and wrapped you up in a hug, one which you happily returned, burying your face into her shoulder.
Enid beamed, holding you a little tighter.
When she pulled away, she took your hand and dragged you into her room, sitting you on her bed as she ruffled through her bag.
“Here!”
She showed you some hair dye and you titled your head a little bit in confusion.
“You’re dying your hair?”
“No it’s for you silly! So we can match!” She beamed.
You quickly stood up and shuffled nervously.
“Enid I’m not dying my hair.” You warned.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” She grinned.
You shook your head and Enid laughed and tired to grab your hands but you quickly dodged her.
Enid laughed loudly and begun to chase you.
You jumped on her bed, and she jumped up, just barely missing you as you jumped off, a black smoke surrounding you as you turned into a small cat.
“Not fair!”
You ran straight for the open window and scrambled up to the roof, knowing she couldn’t get to you and she pouted.
You sat there looking down at her, tail swishing a little bit as you proudly looked down.
“Cheater…” she pouted.
You simply just purred and laid down, resting your head on your paws while Enid pouted and walked off.
You slept for a few hours, you heard Wednesday come into the room, and you woke up to the sound of her typewriter.
Jumping from the roof, you walked back through the open window and let out a yawn and a stretch.
“(Y/N), I told you not to come in here like that, you get fur all over everything.”
You simply huffed and walked over to the brightly coloured side of the room, leaping on the bed as you circled around and laid down.
You quickly returned to sleep, and when Enid came back an hour later she smiled as your from curled up on her bed.
Walking over, she laid down and ruffled your fur a little.
Black smoke surrounded you again, and you rolled over, tired eyes peering into hers as you yawned.
“About time…”
Pulling her closer you buried your face into her next and took a deep breath.
“Nap time…”
“You’ve been sleeping all day!” She laughed softly.
“Shhhh…”
Enid laughed, holding you gently as she nuzzled her head against yours.
She loved moments like this, just holding you in her arms while you napped in her arms.
You could sleep anywhere, but you always made sure it was in her arms so she was nearby you when you woke up and you knew where she was
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⸻ these words that bring me to you
summary: You were dreading the day you would meet your soulmates, their words forever printed harshly down your forearm. Meanwhile, Enid and Wednesday can only think about finding their third, even if the two matching words on their wrists were odd. Besides, what could possibly happen that makes their soulmate’s first words to them be “Well, fuck”?
pairing: Enid Sinclair x Fem!Reader x Wednesday Addams, poly
warning(s): cursing, mentions of child neglect, Thornhill being creepy af (nothing drastic), bullying
word count: 2.4k
You were never normal. That’s a fact that you knew well. Ever since your odd birth and the years leading up to your sixteenth birthday, you were deemed abnormal. Weird, even. You were the quiet kid that sat in the back of the classroom, headphones blasting music to drown out the teacher’s rambling, and extremely antisocial — many went as far to believe that you were allergic to people.
But you were okay with that fact.
Until the day a boy decided that you were the perfect target to jump and scare in the hallway. You barely remembered what happened that day, only that your vision tunneled when hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, his voice yelling loudly in your ears, and the sound of his friends laughing loudly in the distance had grated your nerves, until you felt something surge from your chest, into your veins and push out from your fingertips.
The boy went flying across the hallway, cracking his head on the floor.
Your life was never the same again.
The ability to move objects — or people — without even touching them, with only the thought of pure instinct or want, had flipped your life upside down. Expelled from your old school, rumors of being a witch that sent you spiraling, and the reveal of your newfound ability left your parents scared of you. Your father became angry, angrier than normal, and his yelling became more constant, screaming matches leaving both of your throats raw as your mother watched on blankly, not once saying a single word.
They were scared of you, scared of what you could do.
That’s why you found yourself being shipped off across the states to a new school, one that could hopefully fix you or keep you contained. A school of fellow freaks and outcasts much like yourself.
Nevermore.
You settled in quickly, quietly, not bothering to talk to your roommate — what was her name? Yoko? you mused — and kept up the same appearance as your last school: curled in on yourself, picking the chair furthest in the back, and keeping your headphones over your ears at all times, zoning in and out — you thanked the way you could easily pick up subjects, able to keep your grades high enough the school wouldn’t even think of contacting your parents. You didn’t make any friends — you didn’t want them, didn’t need them — and you didn’t speak during class, choosing to doodle away absently in your notebook.
And, when night came and your roommate was snoring away in her bed, you would trace the lines down your forearm, hoping that you never met your soulmates, hoping you would never see them or come into contact with them.
“Shit, that took forever to organize!”
“Scram before I fillet the skin off your bones and feed it to the piranhas.”
You sighed at the thought and rubbed at your eyes, fingers gripping your forearm. You had evidently messed up with one of your soulmates with their words were anything to go by while the other one was openly threatening you.
So, you wished you would never meet them, never have the chance to ruin such a beautiful bond with your freakishness.
Unfortunately, the world was never kind to you and you ended up meeting them at the end of the week.
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“Miss (L/n), can you please stay after class?”
You paused and clenched your jaw, ducking your head down, the grip on your notebook tightening drastically. You watched from the corner of your eye as everyone filed out quickly, the last being a blonde talking loudly and animatedly to a girl with dark hair and her face blank, though her eyes were fond as she stared at her companion.
You sighed and watched the door close before you glanced up, shouldering your backpack, letting your headphones dangle around your neck. You fidgeted as Miss Thornhill smiled at you, something strange racing down your spine at the sight.
“You wished to speak with me?” you prompted when she continued to only smile at you.
“Ah, yes,” Miss Thornhill said, shaking out of her stupor. “I wanted to ask how you’re settling into Nevermore. Have the students been treating you good?”
You shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, they’re fine,” you answered.
“I see that you don’t really talk to anyone, though.” Miss Thornhill frowned, concern too obvious to be real on her face. “I know that things were rough in your last school.” You felt something like ice rush through your veins at the thought. “If you ever want to talk, about anything — your old school, your life, your parents…your powers…”
You shivered at the way she said the last part, something manic in her eyes behind that calm facade, something dangerous.
“I’m okay,” you forced out, throat closing up. “But I’ll make sure to take you up on your offer if it ever becomes too much.”
Miss Thornhill smiled and set a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. You forced yourself to stay completely still, bile lurching up the back of your throat and stomach churning. “Take care of yourself, Miss (L/n). I’m here if you need to talk.”
You nodded. “Thank you, Miss Thornhill,” you managed to choke out. She finally let go of your shoulder.
You turned and headed for the door, keeping your pace even enough that she didn’t think you were running away. You finally stepped out of her classroom and waited until the door closed before you leaned heavily against the wall, forcing down your power as it thrashed restlessly in your veins, panic rearing up that had you taking deep breaths to calm it.
“Hey, are you okay?”
You glanced up and saw a boy with long hair staring at you in concern. “I’m fine,” you brushed off harshly and pushed yourself from the wall, marching away.
“Well, okay then,” you heard him mutter but you ignored it.
You practically stormed towards your dorm room, classes be damned, but, when you turned around the corner, you smacked into something hard. You grunted and fell, hearing a crash in front of you. You blinked your eyes open when you realized they were closed and glanced up, finding the pair from before standing there, a binder and folder on the floor, pages a mess on the ground.
“Shit, that took forever to organize!” the blonde groaned out, glancing towards you.
You froze, your breath rolling from your lungs. No way. There’s no way this is happening to you—
The dark haired girl glowered at you, cold fury in her eyes. “Scram before I fillet the skin off your bones and feed it to the piranhas.”
You choked on air, fingers trembling as you stared up at them, eyes wide and panic resurfacing.
“Hey, are you okay?” the blonde asked tentatively after a moment, brows furrowing the longer you simply stared up at them.
The dark haired girl scoffed under her breath, crossing her arms, and scowled down at you, looking moments away from committing murder.
You blinked. And then blinked again. You chuckled humorlessly. “Well, fuck.”
It happened in an instant.
They both froze. The blonde’s eyes went wide in disbelief, jaw dropping, papers forgotten. The dark haired girl zeroed in on you intensely, straightening up in her spot. They stared at you in a new light, shock coloring their faces — though the dark haired girl less so than the blonde.
You glanced between them and decided then and there to leave the situation completely. You shoved yourself up from the ground quickly and twisted on your heel, rushing away from them, from your soulmates despite their warnings for you to come back.
You never did look back.
——
Your schedule changed after that. You would make sure to arrive to class a second before the bell to avoid your soulmates but you were also always the first to leave, escaping them even as they tried to catch you. Yoko — your roommate, you were right about her name — would stare at you weirdly every time you came back to your dorm before she brought up the subject because apparently, your luck would have it that she was one of your soulmate’s best friends because of course she was.
You learned their names: Enid Sinclair, the school’s social butterfly and social media sweetheart and Wednesday Addams, Nevermore’s morbid outcast and possible serial killer.
You were annoyed as you found yourself listening to Yoko tell stories about Enid and Wednesday, found yourself hating it that you craved to know more about them, to know their quirks and what they liked and disliked, what they were like.
You hated it but you couldn’t stop when Yoko offered to talk to you about them.
“They’re looking for you, you know,” Yoko mentioned one night.
You grimaced and glanced away from her.
“You want to know about them?” Yoko continued. “Out of everything I told you about them, the first and main thing you should know is that they never give up, that they always find a way to get what they want. Every. Single. Time.”
You found yourself wishing you had taken Yoko’s warning to heart when, one night when your roommate had decided to sleep in her soulmate, Bianca’s, dorm, you heard harsh knocking coming from your door. You grunted and scowled at the door before pushing yourself up from your bed and shuffling towards it, yanking the door open with a glower.
And there they stood, side by side — one smiling shyly and the other staring back at you stonily.
You tensed up at the sight, frozen in place.
“Can we come in?” Enid asked hesitantly.
You swallowed hard before finding yourself nodding, stepping aside. They both walked in and you shut the door behind them, fidgeting with your fingers and refusing to look at either of them.
“You’ve been avoiding us,” Wednesday deadpanned.
You winced.
“Wednesday,” Enid hissed under her breath at her soulmate.
But Wednesday ignored her.
“Why?”
You stared down at your feet, not saying a word.
“Is…” Enid started quietly. “Is it because you don’t want us?” Her voice wobbled dangerously.
Your eyes widened and you snapped your head up to look at them. “What? No!” you denied, shaking your head.
“Then why can you never look at us?” Enid whimpered.
You flinched back and your fingers grabbed where their sentences are printed on your skin, holding on tight enough it hurts. “I just…I’m not—” You groaned loudly, trying to find the words. “I’m not normal.”
Wednesday huffed out a breath. “I have psychic visions occasionally when I come into contact with someone or something. Enid can grow claws and transforms into a werewolf every full moon. None of us are normal, (L/n).”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” you snapped. “I’m- I’m different. I’m a freak. A witch. I fuck up everything I touch. Why would I destroy something as precious as a soul bond with my presence?”
Wednesday frowned, brows twitching in what looked like a mixture of concern and rage.
Enid took a step towards you. “You’re not a freak. Who told you that?”
“Who hasn’t told me that?” you countered with a scoff, crossing your arms as if to protect yourself.
“You’re not a freak,” Enid said firmly, a fire in her eyes. “And you won’t fuck up our soul bond. She” — Enid jerked a thumb towards Wednesday, who cocked an eyebrow up at being addressed — “tried to push me away the first time she realized we were soulmates.” Enid grabbed the shorter’s hand despite her scoff. “But everything turned out okay in the end.”
“Trust me, (L/n), if there was a way to harm the soul bond, I would’ve already achieved it,” Wednesday drawled.
You stood still and processed what they were saying. A part of you screamed and yelled not to trust what they were saying, shouting that you didn’t deserve such a precious thing as soulmates, that you would mess it all up and end up alone again. But, there was also a part of you that yearned…that wanted so badly for this to happen; a part that wanted to just say fuck it and accept the bond as it is, to finally open up to someone.
“I…” You took a deep breath and stared at them, at your soulmates, who both stared right back, a certain vulnerability in their eyes. “Okay…okay, we can try this soulmate thing.”
Enid squealed and darted forward before pausing, arms outstretched. “Wait, am I allowed to give you a hug?”
You made the mistake of glancing into her doe eyes and found yourself nodding. She grinned and practically barreled into you, strong arms wrapping you up tightly, pulling you close to her. You tensed up at the feeling before slowly relaxing into the hug, tentatively wrapping your arms back around her. It felt like you had hugged for eternity before a dry voice spoke up.
“You two are disgustingly cute,” Wednesday said. “It makes me want to vomit.”
Enid laughed loudly and pulled away, nudging you. “That means that she loves us.”
You snorted and rolled your eyes. You glanced over at Wednesday and hesitantly let your fingers brush against hers. She glanced down at your hand before wrapping her pinkie around yours. You smiled a small smile at her and watched her lips twitch slightly in response.
“Aw,” Enid cooed. “And you talk about us being adorable.” She leapt forward and grabbed your other hand, ignoring Wednesday giving her a warning glance for calling her adorable.
You three basked in the comfortable silence, warm pulsing between your connected hands and you let your eyes slip shut at the feeling, the bond pulsing happily between the three of you.
“I want names.”
“What?” you asked, blinking your eyes back open and turning towards Wednesday, who stared at you.
“I want the names of who made you think about yourself the way that you do,” Wednesday clarified.
“Why?”
“So they can be disposed of,” Wednesday answered unblinkingly.
You blanched. “It was mainly my parents.”
“That can be arranged.”
Enid’s eyes flashed. “Wednesday, what have we talked about murder?”
“That it’s allowed if one of our soulmates are suffering because of it,” Wednesday replied.
“What? No, we didn’t — Wednesday, put down the knife we are not going to go kill (Y/n)’s parents—”
You cracked a smile at their bickering.
Yeah, maybe the soul bond wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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thunder and lightning
Summary: You're trying to study for your O-chem exam when a storm knocks the power out, and your skittish girlfriend needs comfort.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: light swearing
Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Reader
The heavens had opened up to unleash a flood. Lightning lit up the sky and occasionally your room, which was lit with candles due to the power outage. The flashes were quickly chased by thunder that roared so loud you could hear the vials on your shelves shake. On any other night you would have loved it, might have even sat out on the porch to watch and listen.
But you very much needed it to not be storming at the moment.
You had an exam to prepare for. A very important exam that was going to be the deciding factor for if you would need to take O-Chem again. How could you be expected to study for it when your candles were burning out and you still had four more chapters to go over.
Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost taunting your lack of adequate lighting.
"Thanks a lot," you mumbled as you looked out the window into the pouring rain. "A load of help you are."
Thunder quickly followed.
"Dickhead," you mumbled again.
You were digging in your drawer for another candle when you heard frantic knocking on the door. Your roommate was gonna be at a frat party all night so you hadn't been expecting any company. But you were nothing if not curious, so you abandoned the candle search and opened your door.
And there stood sweet Enid, pulling her jacket tight around her shoulders and shivering as if she had been stuck in the cold.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" You asked as you ushered her in, giving her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth when she passed.
"You know I hate storms," she whined, "and Willa kicked me out."
"I fear your roommate a healthy amount," you said as you locked the door, "but I'm gonna respectfully kick her ass."
"I don't blame her," Enid said softly. You could see her shoulders shaking under her jacket. "I did try to crawl under her shirt when I heard thunder."
"You did?" You asked, freezing in your movements to grab her a blanket.
"It's scary, okay?" Enid pouted with another audible whine. You hadn't been around many werewolves - or any werewolves - but you found it adorable.
"Need some comfort?" You asked simply.
She didn't answer, just nodded and ran forward to wrap her arms around your waist. You didn't hesitate to pull her tight, one hand on her back while the other held her head to your chest. Her body was shaking, getting worse when another flash of lightning was followed by thunder. Even though you couldn't exactly hear it, you could feel her whine at the sound. If her tail had been it, you had no doubt it would be tucked between her legs.
"As much as I love you," you said softly with a kiss to the top of her head, "and I would love to cuddle," another kiss, "I still have to study."
"You're gonna leave me?" She asked, her voice muffled by the fact her face was still shoved into your chest.
"I only have an hour or so of candlelight left," you said. But when you looked at the candles, you sighed. An hour was a stretch.
“You’re gonna leave me for an hour?” Enid whined again, pulling back just enough to look up at you with watery eyes.
“I’m not leaving you.” You did your best not to laugh at her. Okay, you wouldn’t laugh at her, you would laugh with her. “I’ll just be at my desk.”
“And where will I be?” She asked.
Just then, as if on cue, a crack of thunder shook everything in the room. You heard a bark - a yip, if you will - come from Enid before she darted closer, immediately crawling under your shirt. Her hair tickled on your stomach and you had to fight the laughter bubbling up in your throat when her fingers grazed your side.
“Enid,” you called out, finally laughing when her breath tickled your neck. “You can’t fit in my shirt.”
She didn’t say anything, just pulled you tighter. Her entire body was shaking and her little whimpers were starting to make you sad. The poor thing. She truly was like a puppy; scared of storms and needing that comfort. Part of you wanted to push her away because you shouldn’t give them attention, it would encourage them to seek it during the next storm.
But Enid wasn’t a puppy, she was your girlfriend. A furry girlfriend, sure, but that didn’t change anything. She was your girlfriend, and she was terrified of the storm, and she needed you to comfort her. So you wrapped your arms around her and held her close.
“I guess I can study like this,” you mumbled, shuffling you both over to the desk to grab your textbook.
“Yes you can,” Enid replied from within your shirt. You felt her lips press against your collarbone in a soft kiss.
“You’re a brat,” you mumbled, but awkwardly bent your neck to kiss the top of her head that was slowly starting to poke out from the collar of your shirt.
She was going to stretch it out. Maybe she should just keep it.
You managed to grab your things and toss them onto your bed before realising you still had to get up onto the top bunk. Which would be impossible with the little leech that was still under your shirt. You didn’t have her werewolf strength - or any strength, for that matter - so you couldn’t just carry her. But heaven help you if you tried to push her away for the moment.
Wait.
Enid whined again when you grabbed the hem of your now irreversibly stretched out shirt. You pulled it over Enid and yourself, quickly just pulling it off completely. Her shaking increased, but you leaned down to hook your arms under the back of her thighs. Thankfully she took the hint and jumped up, her legs quickly wrapping around your waist while her arms wrapped around your neck.
It was a miracle you managed to climb up to your bunk. You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself weak, but - and you would never tell Enid this - werewolves were heavy as fuck. Like, she was just dense, stocky, a giant wolf’s worth of weight packed into one tiny human girl’s body. So you were pretty proud of yourself when you sat on your bed, Enid clinging tight like a baby monkey.
God, you loved her.
“Are you really not going to pay attention to me?” Enid asked when you were only five minutes into studying.
“Enid, my love, I have to study,” you huffed. “I am not taking this class again, it was hell the first time.”
“But you have to pay attention to me,” Enid whined, “I’m scared.”
To emphasise her point again, thunder rumbled immediately after.
“Baby please,” you said with a chaste kiss on her lips, “just two more chapters.”
“Your degree is ruining everything,” Enid grumbled, throwing herself back into your lap. As if she had ever left in the first place.
“Well, I am a student,” you said quietly, knowing she wasn’t paying attention.
Her fingers traced patterns on your shoulders, your back, your arms, every inch of skin she could find. Your arms instinctively wrapped tighter around her when you saw the lightning, preparing for the thunder. She would shake and whine and maybe bark a little if it was extra loud, but then would quickly settle back into your lap again.
“Please be done,” Enid mumbled into your neck when you turned the page of your notebook.
You closed your tired eyes and sighed deeply. Maybe she was right. It was late as hell, the storm had finally settled to little more than the occasional rumble, and if you didn’t know the material by now then you never would. Without a verbal answer, you closed your books and tossed them to the bottom of the bed.
Enid practically purred when you pulled the both of you down to the bed and your arms wrapped around her. She turned around so her back was pressed to your front and snuggled in for the long haul.
“Good night, baby,” you whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on her temple.
“Mmm good night,” she mumbled back with another attempt to get closer.
God, you loved her.
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heyy
Could you make a oneshot with wenclair x male reader who smokes and skateboards you can add anything you want to it just if R can have messy black medium long hair with purple ends and matching colored eyes
I was hoping I would see this one again I really wanted to do this one before my old account was deleted. I don’t skate so sorry if I sound like a poser.
Sk8ter Love(Male)
Art by @ellie5756_milky on X
The halls of Nevermore were bustling as per usual. Students talking to each other, cliques walking in groups as per usual, the "mean girls" judging a random passerby, etc. One of these groups suddenly split as you sped down the hall leaving a streak of dark purple. "Watch it!" You yelled out. You were low to the ground on your board a hand on each side gripping the board to help maneuver through the halls, you expertly weaved through the halls having many close calls but you had been doing this for years so it was nothing new. After a few minutes, you reached your destination, your dorm. You power stopped in front of your door unlocked it and walked in picking up your board in the process. Walking in the sound of your roommate playing GTA V filled your ears. "Yo," Your roommate Damien said not looking at you. "Sup, what you doing?" You asked as you sat on your bed taking off your boots and watching the screen to see him get blown up by an oppressor. "I dunno," he responded as he blew out smoke. You rolled your eyes and stood up opening the window. "I thought we talked about smoking with the window closed?" "Forgot," you sighed and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a drag of it before blowing the smoke out the window, "Methonal?" "Yeah, one of the Vamps got it for me," Damien said as you got a text. "You could've asked me to pick some up," you said as you checked the text. It was from Wednesday from the group chat with her and Enid, opening it you saw a picture of yourself blowing smoke out the window. With the text under it reading. "You're smoking already?" You could practically hear her annoyance in the text. You chuckled and responded, "Were you watching my window waiting for me?" "...Just get up here already." "She totally was," Enid texted. You smiled and walked over to your closet. "Imma be at-," "You're girlfriends dorm all day. Don't call or text unless I'm dead," Damien said finishing your sentence. You chuckled tied your hair up loosely and left the dorm with your board.
When you arrive at their dorm you open the door and Enid immediately hides behind you. "Baby, calm her down!" "Mi Amor, please tell the mutt that she can't take the hoodie I took from you for herself," Wednesday said eyes locked on Enid like she was prey, Enid was wearing one of your hoodies which was Wednesday's favorite one of your collection. You sighed and pat Enid's head. "Pup give it back to Wends," you said as Enid pouted. "Why does she get to have one for herself!?" "Cause the one toy usually steal is dirty after you spilled juice on it. Again," you said as Enid groaned and took the hoodie off giving it to Wednesday who was Smirking. Wednesday slipped into it and Enid flopped on her bed and started complaining to Yoko and Divina how unfair you were being. You sat down on Wednesday's bed sat on your lap and took out your hair tie letting your hair fall to your shoulders. She took a strand of your hair and rolled it in between her fingertips. You found out early in your relationship Wednesday loved your hair. Unlike most teens, you keep your hair clean, conditioned, and soft. You always did hair care, skin care, etc. But, Wednesday always loved your hair especially, the way it flowed, and how your hair faded seamlessly into the purple color she came to adore. She loved how it glowed whenever you used your abilities. As she was playing with your hair and staring into your eyes she began to lean in for a kiss but was interrupted when Enid appeared behind you and pulled you down and kissed you first. Enid looked at Wednesday and jumped off the bed grabbing the spare skateboard you kept in the room and began to skate out of the room in an attempt to outrun Wednesday who got off your lap and began to chase Enid with her mace, the medieval kind. Thing crawled out from under Wednesday's bed and tapped the floor a few times. "Yeah... I should probably go after them."
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