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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Wednesday Preference - Chapstick Kisses

Fandom: Wednesday

For @crispinablr, and for Kent's flavor :)

Xavier Thorpe: He just used something bland like carmex or burt's bees, got a Mountain Dew one once with Ajax and would say 'gamer fuel' and kiss, lowkey disappointed when it was gone. Once you introduce him to other flavors he is hooked, to the chapstick and taste of your lips.

Wednesday Addams: One time you asked to borrow some chapstick from her and she said she actually likes the feeling of her lips splitting from aching dryness. You called bullshit because she has beautiful, healthy lips. You kiss her and swipe your tongue across her lip and glare "Funny how 'dryness' tastes like pomegranate."

Enid Sinclair: You never know what flavor Enid's kisses will be today, she had a huge collection of chapsticks, always tries out the holiday flavors (stocks up on the hot cocoa ones), lots of desert flavored ones and strawberry and cherry. You finally understand why all the songs going on about cherry chapstick.

Ajax Petropolus: His go-to is the most artificially tasting grape that even lightly tints his lips purple, you've come to love the overly sweet smell filling your nose each time you go in for a kiss.

Bianca Barclay: She wears those pretty clear lipsticks that sometimes have glitter or a little flower in them, her lips are so glossy and smell faintly of vanilla.

Kent the Siren: He likes cookie flavored ones, especially chocolate chip. Always uses good brands, he got hooked on EOS and can also entertain his boredom by tossing and catching it. Also when he can find a good strawberry shortcake one.

Divina the Siren: She prefers a lip gloss, the glittery ones that tint her lips a little bit pinker. Loves seeing how it leaves a coat on your lips after kissing, but also holding your chin and carefully applying it herself while you watch her. She's also tried some of Bianca's.

Tyler Galpin: A little vanilla off-brand tube he gets at the convenience store and he laughs and offers it to you when you ask how his lips are so soft. Lifts his hand at the last second, still within reach if you really want it, and adds "Maybe you should just kiss me more?"

Eugene Ottinger: Burt's bees :) Then he started making his own as soon as his bees were up and running.

#Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #Xavier Thorpe x reader #Wednesday Addams x reader #Ajax Petropolus x reader #Divina the Siren x reader #Tyler Galpin x reader #Enid Sinclair x reader #my stuff #Bianca Barclay #Kent the Siren #Eugene Ottinger

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xynwrites · 1 year

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IT'S HARD NOT TO LOVE YOU — kent the siren.

fluff. established relationship. gn! reader. no warnings. not proofread. canon universe ig? idk, i dont write.

Kent's head lays on your pillow, his eyes watching your focused state. He watched all your mannerisms, small habits that he knew that you probably don't. He thinks they're cute.

Your eyes moving to read the words on the screen, eyebrows scrunching together when you can't understand the sentences and paragraphs. Your teeth nibbling on your lower lip during revisions of your paper, your hand combing through your hair whenever they distract you by caressing your cheeks.

He find you and your little habits endearing. Oh god. He's so in love with you and you don't even know it. He wants to express all his love for you but he can't. No words can describe his love for you.

He can't put it into words and tell you that his whole skin feels electrified whenever your arms brush against his when walking. He can't express the feelings that he get whenever you put your hands on his cheeks and stare right into his eyes. He cant describe the way his heart pounds when your lips are near his, anticipating a kiss. The feeling you give him is undescribable.

"I can feel you staring, Kent." You called out, taking your eyes away from the screen and turning around to gaze upon the lovesick eyes of his. Eyebrows relaxed, eyes lit up with happiness, and lips formed into a small smile. He looks effortlessly beautiful. As expected of a siren.

"You are worthy of staring, my beautiful pearl." You rolled your eyes at his sweet words. He would always drop these cringy lines to try and make your heart flutter. They were somewhat successfully, they never failed to make you smile.

He stood up from your bed and walked over to you, his hands cupping your face and forcing you to look at him. You stared at his pale blue-green eyes, getting yourself lost in them as if you were drifting off to sea. He slowly leaned in, lips almost touching.

"You look so ethereal when you're focused on your work." He closed the gap for a mere second before pulling away, "Your small quirks that unconsciously comes out are too cute." He pecks your lips once again, "It's hard not to love you." He finally said, staring into your eyes awaiting for your response.

"It's hard not to love you too." You closed the gap between the two of you, not pulling away from your sweet and passionate kiss. All the unspoken wordd from before, the undescribable feelings that you both had for each other— all told through the movement of your lips as they molded perfectly together.

Through the kiss, all the confessions of love was expressed. Through the kiss, doubts about your relationship disappeared. Through the kiss, you knew that he loved you, and he knew that you loved him too.

#kent #wednesday #wednesday kent #kent x reader #wednesday kent x reader #wendesday kent fluff #kent fluff #netflix show; wednesday #kent the siren #siren twins #kent wednesday #wednesday fluff

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jojojoy1 · 1 year

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Kent X reader shy first kiss?

Kent Fisher x reader

Kent had finally asked you on a date after anxiously planning how to for months. He was so surprised when you said yes. He asked Divina and Yoko to help him plan the perfect date.

A picnic by the lake. The perfect date. He was so excited and nervous. He never thought he'd get this far. A date with you, that's crazy!

...

Your date started in less than an hour and you couldn't be happier. You'd liked Kent for a while and couldn't believe he asked you out. You've dreamt of this day for as long as you can remember.

...

Kent wasn't as calm though. Divina and Yoko were helping him set up and, with how nervous Kent was, they were regretting it.

"Divina, that's not right." Kent moaned again.

"Does it really matter, Kent. It's a blanket." Divina argued as Kent picked up the blanket and put it back where he wanted it. Divina and Yoko both didn't see a difference but decided it was not worth the fight.

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So far this date seems to be going okay. Kent thought.

You had eaten the picnic and were talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other.

You were talking about your family, but all Kent could focus on was your eyes. How they lit up as you talked about the people you loved. How the light of the setting sun hit them just right so they sparkled.

"Kent, are you paying attention?" You giggled as he blushed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening."

You stared at his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips. He wanted to kiss you so bad but he was too nervous to try anything that bold on your first date. Definitely a second date thing. He thought.

"You're pretty." You said, taking Kent by surprise.

"Oh, um, err, thanks." He stuttered.

"You're really shy aren't you." You moved you face closer to his, making Kent's heart start beating faster.

"I, um, I." Kent couldn't find the words to respond. You were making him nervous and you knew that.

You pressed your lips against his. The kiss was soft and sweet. It was calming, as soon as you lips made contact Kent's heart beat slowed and he seemed more relaxed. When you pulled apart you stared into his beautiful, blue eyes.

"This date was amazing." You whispered.

Kent was still speechless from the kiss.

You kissed him on the cheek before standing up.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You said as you walked away, leaving Kent to replay the kiss in his head.

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chaosofmanyfandoms · 1 year

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Hello!!I love your story may I request a Kent x reader where Kent in love with a nymph reader but he's to afraid to ask her out thank you!

Flowers and Braids | Kent Fisher x fem nymph reader

You were sitting near the lake after school, taking some time to yourself to relax. Flowers bloomed around you, as you tried to calm your thoughts.

Kent was looking for you, not that you knew that. He had finally talked himself into asking you out, but of course he couldn't find you. After a while of searching, he ran into Enid.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Kent asked, hoping that the girl knew where you were.

"Oh, yeah. She's down by the lake. She likes to go there and grow flower's when she wants to relax." Enid said.

"Thanks, Enid!" Kent thanked her as he rushed off to the lake. He knew that if he didn't ask you now he never would.

He found you, just like Enid had said. You were laying on the grass, all sorts of flowers growing around you.

Your eyes opened, having heard someone approaching.

"Hey Kent." You smiled, sitting up.

"Hi." He said, taking a seat next to you.

He found you, now all he had to do was to spit out the words that he's been planning all day.

"Can I braid some flowers into your hair?" You asked, bringing Kent out of his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." He said, not being able to say no to you.

You moved to kneel behind him, setting a bunch of flowers you had picked beside you. You combed your fingers through his hair, trying to get any tangles out before starting to french braid the flowers into his hair.

That was when he finally worked up the courage to ask you.

"Can I ask you something?" Kent asked.

"Of course." You said.

"Would you want to go on a date sometime?" He asked.

"Yeah, that sounds amazing." You said, making him grin.

"Really?" He asked, turning his head to try and look at you.

"Really, now look forward so that I can finish this." You laughed, kissing him on the cheek.

Kent turned red, facing forward.

"There, all done." You said, taking a hair tie of your wrist to secure the end of the braid.

He ran his hand along the braid, pulling the end over his shoulder before turning around to face you and kissing you on the cheek. Kent grabbed one of the extra flowers, tucking it behind your ear as he leaned in closer to you.

When you didn't pull away, actually leaning towards him, he decided to take his chances. He brought his face closer to yours, looking into your eyes to make sure you were okay with it. When you smiled, urging him to continue, he pressed his lips softly against yours.

You almost immediately kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Eventually you had to pull away for air. When you pulled away Kent chased after you, pecking you on the lips.

"You look pretty with your hair braided." You said, making him blush.

"Thanks for braiding it for me." He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you again.

#kent wednesday #kent fisher #kent fisher x reader #kent wednesday x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday #kent the siren

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daughter-of-the-stars11 · 1 year

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Could you do one where the reader is wicth ( powers like scarlet witch) her bff is enid and evetually Wednesday and she dates kent ( the siren

The sirens song

Kent fisher x reader (Scarlet which)

After receiving an increase in magic your coven decided to send you to Nevermore. Hoping you'll be able to master magic and meet others like you.

Much to your surprise, the two girls who welcomed you seemed to be opposites while one was as hyper as a puppy the other was as stoic as a spider made of stone. much to your delight they can become your closest friends.

Fitting in at Nevermore hadn't been such a complicated task as you thought of course there had been those who constantly asked for you to perform some of your magic non of the people who asked you stood out to you all except one kent fisher a siren.

Your two best friends had known about your ever-growing crush on kent and more often than not would decide to help you out.

Which most of the time leads to a disaster like right now. You were in herbology sitting next to kent like usual, you were helping kent determine what kind of plant he had in front of him. When Wednesday came down the aisle holding her own and Xaviers plant on the opposite sided came divina.

Both girls accidentally pushed into you guys shoving both you and kent together. “Sorry y/n I didn't see you there” spoke the ever-stoic Wednesday.

With a jab to the stomach from divine kent finally asked you out “so y/n would you like to go out with me”.

#fanfic request #kent x reader #kent the siren #kent wednesday #wednesday kent x reader

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australianb1tch · 1 year

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weird but fucking beautiful || kent fisher x gn reader

a/n - im a very shitty writer so this is probably gonna be very bad but wtv. also this is not proofread at all, so I'm very sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. depending on how motivated I am, I might make this a mini series based on taylor swift songs because why the heck not

summary - you went to the rave'n and fall in love with kent in a cataclysmic fated moment, almost like seeing snow on the beach

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Oh how you so hated crowds. The noise, the anxiety, everything made it so unbearable. Being in crowds just left you feeling overwhelmed. In classes you only focused on the teacher and work and not to anyone else. You couldn't even name on person apart from your teachers. When you weren't in classes, you spent most of your free time in your dorm studying or occupying with your new interest of the week.

Not many people had talked to you, Enid and Wednesday being the first and only people your age to make a conversation with you. She was the reason you were now standing outside hawte kewture with Wednesday complaining about the Rave’n and how she’d rather not buy a dress to something she doesn’t want to attend. Wednesday left the two of you standing outside before Enid dragged you by your arm inside the shop.

You browsed the store for what felt like hours, not finding anything that was your style, let alone white. Enid had picked about 5 dresses and was trying them on, showing you how they looked and asking your opinion on them. “Y/n, what do you think about this one?”

“It’s cute but it doesn’t seem like you. You need something pink.”

“YES!”

Enid ran over to the closest clothing rack and pulled a pink, fluffy dress off of it, running back to the changing room. She squealed loudly "I think this is the one!" Enid walked out and did a quick spin showing me the back of the dress. A wide smile was painted across her face. "We need to get you a dress now, come on!"

You got tugged again but to a new part of the shop you hadn't seen before. Displayed in front of you was a bunch of dresses, suits, shirts and skirts, most of them being something you'd actually wear. Your face lit up at the sight of it and Enid grabbed many items of clothing for you to try on. Each time you changed, Enid asked to see what it looked like, your smile growing with each outfit. After 15 minutes, you picked the outfit along with a pair of shoes and jewellery. The two of you walked out the shop, happy after that successful shopping trip, going back to Nevermore and your seperate dorms.

The day of the Rave'n Enid came over to your dorm so you two could prepare for the upcoming night. Makeup was done, nails were painted, hair was finished and finally came the time to put on your outfit. Enid got changed first and was gleaming when she got out of the bathroom. "Quick, get changed! I want to see how you look!"

You got changed without ruining your hair, makeup or clothes and slowly opened the door. Enid was bouncing, the suspense killing her. When the door opened she jumped off the bed and gave you a tight hug, showering you with compliments.

"Come on, let's go, we're gonna be late!" You laughed as you ushered her out of the dorm.

You and Enid walked out into the quad when Lucas came rushing over. "Hey, how are you guys?"

"We're good," She answered for the both of us. "Let's go in now, shall we?" We were greeted by Miss Thornhill at the entrance, then Principal Weems once we got inside. Fake fog started tying around our ankles, and blue lights were shining upon us. "I'm going to get drinks for us, I'll be right back," You said. Enid came over to help you with the drinks and while handing a drink to Lucas, spilled the yetitini all over his pants. You cringed and slowly walked away finding Wednesday standing near the door with Tyler. You walked over to her, and took her from Tyler as she seemed very tense.

"Since when did you want to come to the Rave'n? You literally complained for the past week about it?" You asked with a quizzical look on your face

"Thing dropped a note in the tip jar at the Weathervane."

You slowly nodded as you ushered yourself to the dance floor going to find Enid and Lucas when the room suddenly darkened. In your attempt to find them, your hand brushed against someone else's. The lights turned up as you were about to say sorry but you locked eyes with the most gorgeous guy you've ever laid eyes on. Blue eyes twinkling, long hair slicked back, his pink lips blurring out your periphery. He seemed to shimmer in the blue light. Time seemed to stop around you guys. You realised what was happening in that moment.His eyes widened like flying saucers from another planet. He felt the same way, but it didn't feel real, it felt like a dream. This cataclysmic feeling washed over you, and you felt almost as if you saw snow at the beach, it was weird and rare, but it was fucking beautiful. You wanted to speak but you were terrified to jinx it. You were pulled away by Enid as she saw you were in haze.

"Hey y/n, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I feel amazing.."

#kent wednesday #kent fisher #kent x reader #kent the siren #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #wednesday #kent #enid #rave'n #taylor swift #snow on the beach

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crispinablr · 1 year

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Dancing with an angel

It's the raven night and Kent is super excited and nervous, he is checking how he looks in the nearest mirror every 2 seconds while you are slowly going downstairs, he sees you by the mirror and turns around like he is seeing an angel walking towards him because that's what your are for him, his little angel.

He has the biggest and sweetest smile he could ever make, he felt the luckiest guy in the whole world. He was gonna dance with his partner , you were so beautiful that made him feel like he was dreaming if that was the case he didn't want to wake up ever.

You both stared gawking like two lovers without being able to look away, but you didn't need to say anything because only with your eyes you could know what you were thinking, before heading to the dance floor along with the rest of the students, Kent pulls out from one of his pockets a box with a small corsage inside, the corsage looked like a small explosion of flowers that contained your favorite flowers and the colors were consistent with your outfits.

Kent looks at you asking for your permission to put the corsage and you nod with great enthusiasm, you reach out one of your shaking hands with emotion and Kent gently places the corsage while he gently holds your hand.

Once the corsage is on, you thank him and give him a light kiss on the cheek, on your lips you can feel how a small silly smile forms, in the end you decide to head to the dance floor so as not to keep the rest waiting of people.

When you finally arrive you can feel all eyes on you, it was impossible not to meet the sweetest couple in the entire academy, you were almost always together as if you were glued together with super glue. You talked to your friends and to Divina and her girlfriend Yoko, they were proud that Kent had finally found someone who would be with him through everything and who would accept him as he is, meaning that he accepts that he is a dummy, but that was one of the reasons why he made you fall in love with him, after talking to everyone you go to the last free space that was left in the whole room and just when you position yourself to dance, slow music starts playing, you laugh at the coincidence and you get closer to be able to dance correctly and not accidentally step on your feet even though you knew that this would never happen so much rehearsal should be useful for something.

You slowly slide your left hand over his shoulder and your other hand over his outstretched hand as you look into his eyes with one of those smiles that made his pulse race, only he could make you feel as if time stood still and that both of you were the only ones in the place.

Kent looked at you and felt how he was melting inside, you knew perfectly how to make him feel like a custard, trembling and soft, he just wanted to hug you and give you a lot of kisses, he wanted to show you how happy you made him feel as if he were the greatest treasure you had ever found and he wanted to make you feel the same because to him when you came into his life you seemed like an angel brought from heaven.

The two of you danced to the rhythm of the music while you put your head on his chest without stopping to dance and he delicately put his chin on your head while you both closed your eyes following the music and thinking about how lucky you were to have found each other.

#kent x reader #kent wednesday #kent fisher x reader #kent the siren #kentthesiren #kent fisher #fanfic #fanficiton

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jakesullysdreads · 1 year

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“I’m Sorry” Kent x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, angst?

Word count: 960

Requested: No

Edited: No

Content: Wednesday character Kent x fem!reader. Reader is a witch. Takes place during and after the Poe Cup

Summary: Reader is nervous for her mans and only wants him safe.

Chewing on her lip, she shook her head. She was standing next to Kent on the dock by the lake waiting for the Nevermore student's canoes to pass by. The signal for Kent to enact Bianca’s sabotage plan.

It’s not that she didn’t like the Poe Cup, she did. She just didn’t enjoy Kent ‘helping’ Bianca that way. It always made her nervous. The girl knew that her boyfriend could pull it off easily. The water is his element more so than those competing. But, it still didn’t ease her as she hoped.

“I can feel you staring. Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She spoke to the male siren.

“You’re nervous,” he stated.

The girl opened her mouth to deny the accusation that came from his lips, but he beat her to it.

“Don’t try to deny it. You're chewing your lip. You only do that when you’re nervous,” the boy turned his body to face hers. “So, what is it?”

She let out a shaky sigh. Her heart hammering in her chest she was sure he could hear it, even without the werewolf hearing that her fellow students had. The pressure in her chest felt like the stones used to press Giles Corey to death in the Salem Witch Trials. She felt as though if she had to endure the pressure and keep her feelings and thoughts about the plan to herself much longer, her tongue would stick out of her mouth much like poor Mr. Corey.

Kent might not be the brightest student at Nevermore, but he has a good heart. His intentions are always in the right place, even when it doesn’t seem like it. He always knows when something is wrong with her and at times, it drives her up a wall. But, she does love him and he loves her.

“I don’t like the plan this year. Not with Wednesday competing with The Black Cats. We don’t know her and what tricks she may have up her sleeve. I don’t want you getting hurt.” She looked into his eyes.

He smiled softly and leaned in to place a kiss on her temple. He rested his head on hers and whispered words of affirmation and promises of staying safe into her ear. Moments like these were their favorite, though neither one would ever admit it. Being alone, basking in the energy of one another. Whispers of sweet nothings and physical intimate affection they wouldn’t dare show around others.

They weren’t prudes, they were actually far from it. But they both felt that moments like these needed to be just them and not in front of the eyes of nosey peers. The couple would hold hands and be moderately physically affectionate when around others. Maybe a small kiss here and there but that was the limit.

He pulled away from her and went to the end of the dock right as the canoes started to pass by. He hurriedly took his shirt off, looking back and blowing a kiss to the girl who looked as if she wanted to sink into the deck and become one with it before he dove into the lake.

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The girl ran from the quad at Nevermore, where she was awaiting her siren friends, to the lake. She waited for 30 minutes before Enid showed up, with Wednesday in reluctant tow, and told her that Kent had been hit in the face by Wednesday when he tried pushing their canoe into a buoy. She glared daggers at Wednesday, nostrils flared, before thanking Enid for letting her know why her friends weren’t there. She knew her glare wasn’t going to intimidate the raven-haired girl, but it made her feel a little better.

Upon coming to the dock, she saw Kent sitting with his legs over the edge. He was buttoning the shirt that was handed to him by his twin, Divina, who wore a sympathetic look on her face. Bianca stood there fuming over the fact they lost.

“So let me get this straight,” the female siren started. “First you got trapped in a net shot at you by The Black Cats. Then as you’re pushing their canoe, a hand swims through the water and punches you in the face. And it wasn’t from anyone above the surface. It was just a hand?”

“I know you think I’m crazy Bianca, but it’s true!” He defended himself.

Divina lightly shook her head at Bianca, a signal that now isn’t the time, before her gaze landed on the girl at the other end of the dock. Her eyes widened before she started rapidly tapping Kent, catching his attention to turn around.

Kent felt his mouth go dry when he saw the person who his twin was freaking out over. He quickly jumped to his feet, rushing to the girl.

“It’s not as bad as it looks!” he hurriedly exclaimed, hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t get too upset over the red and purple-black eye he had acquired.

“You promised you wouldn’t get hurt,” she whispered.

“I know! And I am so sorry! I had no idea it was coming,” he tried to soothe her.

He placed his hands on her cheeks, prepared to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. His heart broke with the knowledge that he was the cause of them.

The girl didn’t say anything in response. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her head on his chest, and held him. Kent kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter against him. No words were spoken between the two. They didn’t need to be. Everything that needed to be said was spoken with the way they held one another.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

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Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

if it's rusty, not my fault, i haven't written in a long while

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green-ville · 1 year

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Quiet

Supalonley

I'm pretty sure someone on here made up the last name Fisher for Divina and Kent, but everyone seems to have accepted it so I'm gonna stick with it.

Synopsis: Sarah Kilarne was a quiet girl. For the most part, people left her alone, labeling her as the outcast amongst outcasts. One day, Sarah is pushed to her limit, and the student body comes to learn why she stays quiet.

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Nevermore Academy was a school for outcasts. Werewolves, Vampires, Sirens, even Addams were accepted there. The type of people that normal schools just. . .didn't work for them. The school was created to be a safe haven, a place where they could be themselves and their abnormalities, were normal. Not just accepted but appreciated.

Sarah's parents had been so happy when she had been accepted. She had always been a quiet girl and they just wanted her to have friends. If that meant sending her away to a boarding school, then they'd do so. And especially after her accident, it may have been the perfect school for her.

Two months in and she was no closer to making friends. In fact, many would come to call her the outcast amongst the outcasts.

Sarah didn't talk to people. During roll call, she didn't speak, she raised her hand. During group projects, she didn't speak, just accepted whatever she had been given and typically finished her part before the others had started. During the mandatory extra-curricular activity? Well, Xavier Thorpe, the schools tortured artist, wasn't a big conversationalist. They practiced archery in silence, save for the few times he corrected her stance or positioning. He'd receive a nod of thanks and she'd make the corrections.

Her roommate was a girl named Divina Fisher. They didn't talk to each other, but they functioned well, at least to Sarah's belief. Divina kept her side of the room clean, Sarah kept hers neat. Divina had friends over frequently, her cute brother, the popular Bianca Barclay, and the quieter but sharp witted Yoko Takana. Sarah would leave the room while they were there. She didn't like a crowd, especially in a place where she was supposed to be able to relax.

Divina would make it up to her later, unintentionally, when she snuck out after hours. This happened three times a week and it provided Sarah with recovery time, when she could exist in a comfortable, familiar place with no worries about anyone around her.

The day it happened she had been feeling ill for a week already. She knew it was coming, their PE teacher had let them know the week prior so they could get their swimwear out. Sarah had tried to tell their teacher that day that she couldn't swim, but her anxiety silenced her. No words escaped her.

No words ever left her. At this point, she didn't remember if she could speak.

She tried to tell him the next day too. And the day after. Every day until the weekend hit. Her anxiety refused to let it out of her head once Saturday hit. Her naturally darker skin paled an hour after waking up. A tightness formed in her chest that made it hard to breathe. She felt every time her heart beat in her chest. She managed to get her homework done, but instead of the normal two hours it typically took, she was done in six. There weren't any breaks in this time, her ability to focus had been shot to hell.

Saturday night Divina mysteriously left after hours. This time, instead of basking in solitude, Sarah left too. She went down to the lake and sat at the edge of the wooden pier. The night had grown cold without the sun to warm it up. She wrapped her arms around her knees and held them to her chest to try and keep herself warm, but she still shook.

The sky was a deep blue, speckled with soft stars no bigger than a thing of dust. The forest across the lake looked especially dark tonight. She had heard the stories of the large bear that kept attacking Jericho residents. She didn't know if she believed it or not, but the fear was there. Even a lake between them wasn't enough.

She hated this. Hated all of it. She wished she was different, she would've been so much happier if she didn't have her power. It weighed on her conscience, dictating her every move, never giving her a break.

She wanted a break. Needed it.

She thought about letting go right now. She was alone. She could get it out of her system. . .but Sarah never did. She kept silent, only becoming stiffer as the night dragged on.

Her head was nodding forward when she finally decided to retire to her room. Her butt was sore from sitting on the pier and her bare feet didn't appreciate the cold grass she walked across. They appreciated the cold stone of Nevermore even less, so she moved quicker –

Sarah stopped, noise snagging her attention. Stone grinding against stone, like something moving out of place? She backtracked down the hallway she was in, and peaked her head into the other hallway that intersected with hers. She was leaning back, not actually expecting people to be there, but there were.

Divina and her brother, Kent, were in the front of the group. Xavier Thorpe stood beside Ajax. . .she didn't know his last name. Bianca (also didn't know the last name) finished off the group, slipping out of a hidden passageway behind Edgar Allen Poe's statue.

She locked eyes with Sarah right away, blue gaze piercing.

It was easy to hear her question when the hallways were stone that carried and amplified even the softest whisper. "Who's that?"

Sarah's eyes widened.

The group turned, and if her reaction had been delayed, they all would've seen her. Instead she reacted, bolting away. Gone so only Bianca had seen her face.

"Wait!"

Sarah didn't. She ran faster, scaling a staircase three steps at a time. Her head was finally clear, a new anxiety driving her actions and providing her with the energy to put a decent amount of distance between her, and the group.

How much distance?

Sarah got into her and Divina's room and threw herself under her bed with enough time where, when Divina arrived, it looked like she had been there all along.

"Are you sure?" Bianca whispered.

"Yeah. She's always in bed. It couldn't have been her."

"You better be right D," Bianca warned.

"I promise. And anyway, even if it was her, everyone knows she's a mute. She can't blab."

The door shut.

Even with the door shut, Sarah's heart rate never died down, and she stayed awake for the rest of the night. Sleep didn't creep around her, her eyes didn't feel tired; Sarah was wide awake.

They called her a mute?

Sunday morning she couldn't eat breakfast. Not only was she not hungry, but she didn't want to go down to breakfast where people would be. She took a shower to clear her head, trying to play the music loud enough to drown out her thoughts, but her thoughts demanded to be heard. They were loud and proud and she hated them.

On top of the volume, another way she tried to drown her thoughts were mashed up songs. She didn't understand it, but if there were more than one song playing at once, it had a better success rate of distracting her.

In The End of YMCA, a Linkin Park and Village People mash up, was one of her go to songs for this. Her head was actually nodding along in the shower, mouth forming the words even if no sound was coming out. It was just such a great song, the YMCA background so cheery compared to 'in the end, it doesn't even matter'. There had to have been a study on depressing songs and their ability to make people happy.

She wrapped herself in a towel, securing it at her chest. She actually went and replayed the song, brushing through her hair and mouthing along to the song. She braided it quickly, once down the center, and then dressed in her clothes; joggers and a shirt she kept loose.

Steam hung thick in the bathroom when she left. It trailed after her and puffed forward at her abrupt stop.

Sarah wasn't alone. Worse than that, it wasn't even her roommate.

Her heart leapt into her throat, muscles locking up.

"Hey," Kent smiled at her, getting off his sisters' bed and walking towards her. "Sorry bout the intrusion, had to grab something for D and then I heard the song you were listening to and wanted to ask for the name?"

She was having heart palpitations. Somebody get a Doctor because she was going into cardiac arrest.

Her hand shook as she grabbed her phone, screen still bright and displaying her playlist. She held out her phone to him, and he had to hold it to stabilize it enough to read the title.

His smile quirked higher. "In the End of YMCA? Both are great songs, I guess I shouldn't be surprised they work well together." His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, opening it to read whatever text he had gotten. He asked her as he read it, "Have you ever listened to Eminem's' Lose Yourself with Mambo Number Five? Love that combo, I think you'd like it too. Anyway, I gotta go bring this to D before she kills me. Talk to you later?"

He winked and left.

Sarah's heart stopped, cheeks bright and burning.

Some of you are definitely wondering, why would this interaction be part of the reason everything happened the way it did? Well, it was how Sarah perceived herself during this interaction.

She just stood there like an idiot and didn't speak. He had been nice, he wanted to know about the song she was listening to, the song she loved, and she couldn't even tell him the name?

Then she tried to rationalize it; she couldn't talk to him. She could hurt him. It was better that she kept quiet.

Then her self-hatred took its turn to speak, bringing up the fact that he didn't know the reason why she didn't speak. If she just told him, even in a letter, then he wouldn't think she's a freak for not talking!

But then what if he didn't believe her?

What if he did believe her, and thought she was an idiot?

What if she started running and never looked back?

That one was appealing.

She could do it. It would probably make her happier. No more being around people, no more standards she failed to meet, no more homework that she didn't care about. . .

As if she could actually run away and not get caught. Then they'd drag her back here and word would get out that the quiet outcast tried to escape, and they'd only think she was an even bigger freak.

Sarah curled up on her bed, wishing that every once and a while she could turn off her head.

Sunday evening. She couldn't push it off any longer, she needed to eat. She steeled herself, she put her earbuds in, listening to Lose Yourself x Mambo no 5, and she left her room. Her hands were shoved into her the pockets of her jacket, which gave her no semblance of shape. She preferred that, thinking that if she had no shape, no one would look at her.

As she walked through the school she kept her head angled down, just in case she happened to pass anyone by. She didn't want their presence to accidentally lead to eye contact.

Since she left for dinner as soon as it started, she was one of the first to arrive. This was good, less risk of interaction. She grabbed her food, going to the places she was most comfortable. She grabbed a salad, a sandwich, and a cookie. The drinks were at the checkout, which was where she was headed when it happened.

The earbuds weren't noise cancelling, it was the fact that she had the volume turned up. She didn't hear the commotion around her, and since she avoided raising her head. . .she never saw it coming.

Sarah certainly felt it though.

It soaked her jacket's arm and her left side, even getting her pants leg and making the fabric cling to her thigh. She tensed up in surprise, not thinking this could've actually happened, but she saw the food on her. She felt the horrible warm wetness on her skin.

She heard the giggle through her quieting music, song coming to a finish.

"Oops, sorry Sarah. . .didn't see you there."

Sarah looked to them. Kim Rayclare, a witch that, if Sarah was correct on the little gossip she knew, hadn't been accepted into Bianca's friend group and so she took it upon herself to fight for the Queen Bee position by creating her own friend group. In it was Harrison, Michelle, Veronica Vormer, and Will. She didn't know the rest of their last names.

Tears pooled in her waterline and her jaw clenched, knuckles white around her dining tray.

Kim frowned. "I said I was sorry. Aren't you going to forgive me?"

"Miss, are you okay? – Oh."

Sarah almost bumped into the lunch lady on her way to the check out. She set her tray on the table, and left it there, leaving the dining hall.

Her cheeks burned and the tears slipped, fast and hot. She couldn't move fast enough but she refused to run. Running would draw attention and there were more people in the hallway. More people that would look at the commotion she was causing and call her a drama queen.

When she got to her room, she slammed the door shut. The walls rattled, the sound carrying, and any other time she would've jolted but she was too busy throwing her earbuds and phone onto her bed. She took off her jacket and pants, throwing them into her hamper, and closed herself in the bathroom.

Her hands dug into the sink countertop. As she expected, she looked terrible. Her eyes puffy and red, her cheeks cherries, snot trying to escape from her nose and forcing her to continue to suck in. She glared at herself in the mirror, hating how she didn't say anything back.

Her lips unclenched, and she took in a shuttering breath. When she exhaled, not even a strong exhale, if anything, a weak one because she wasn't taking full breaths. The air that came from her exhale formed concentric circles in the air. What appeared to be delicate, transparent rings hit the glass mirror and shattered it. Not a crack down the middle; the glass shattered from the middle outwards, reigning down like a thousand glittering diamonds.

Sunday night. Miss Thornhill showed up in her room after a noise complaint. She found Sarah in the bathroom, crying as she tried to clean up broken glass. Her face had been scratched but most of the damage was now at her hands, where she was trying to scoop up the glass without any gloves.

Miss Thornhill was horrified, immediately pulling her away and dragging her off to the nurse. They tried to pull answers from her but Sarah was focusing all her energy on keeping her mouth shut.

The nurse bandaged her up, pulling out the glass from her skin, cleaning the blood off, and then wrapping up her hands. She put a few butterfly closure bandaids on her face where the cuts where bigger.

The nurse tried to ask her what happened. Sarah had stopped hyperventilating now, chest caving every once and a while when she held in another shuttering breath.

Miss Thornhill came back with Principle Weems and said the mirror was all cleaned up. Miss Thornhill pulled the nurse away and Principle Weems crouched down in front of her, balancing perfectly on her heels.

Principle Weems asked her two questions, voice soft and quiet, keeping it just between the two of them.

"Was this another accident, dear?"

Sarah fixated on the corner of the room, but nodded.

Miss Thornhill had thought it was an attempt on her life, but Principle Weems recalled Sarah's file well. Her adoptive parents had no idea what they had brought home, and when Sarah's powers first began to show. . .it was such a shame. An unfortunate accident.

"Would you like to go back to your room dear?" Principle Weems asked, "or spend the night here. The choice is yours."

Sarah's hand was shaking when she pat the bed she was on. Part of it was actually because she was cold, the other part being that she just couldn't stop the shaking.

Principle Weems nodded. "Alright then dear. Miss Thornhill will go chat with your roommate, they'll be none the wiser." She stood to her dominating height, a gentle figure despite it. "Try and get some rest now."

She parted ways, signaling for Miss Thornhill to follow. Before she left, Miss Thornhill smiled at her and promised to check in on her in the morning. Once they were alone, the nurse set her up with another blanket in the bed, bustling about and talking to her as if Sarah was actually responding to her and they were having a two way conversation. She talked about how if Sarah ever needed anything, she was always free to come here.

Sarah was a highly emotional person and teared up again. She didn't know how to handle simple acts of kindness thanks to the amazing quality of low self-esteem.

After having not slept the night before, and factoring in the physical drain of that came with existing, Sarah passed out soon after the room went dark.

Monday morning. The only reason Sarah hadn't vomited was because she didn't have anything inside of her. Her stomach was growling when she woke up but when she saw the time and noted it to be the height of breakfast rush, it was making to be another missed meal. That was until she opened the door to leave the infirmary and saw Miss Thornhill there, coffee in one hand, brown bag in the other.

"Sarah, hi! I thought I'd bring you something to cheer you up after yesterday. I know a brownie isn't exactly the most nutritious thing for breakfast, but I wasn't brought in to teach nutrition," Miss Thornhill said, smiling brightly. "And I know a lot of kids your age have their own special way of getting coffee, so I figured I'd go safe with a hot chocolate?"

Sarah repeated a mantra in her head; I will not cry.

Not trusting herself to even whisper her thanks, Sarah mouthed it instead, accepting both. 'Thank you'.

"Yeah sweety, of course. How about I walk you to your room?"

Sarah nodded, getting in step alongside her teacher. The hot chocolate was warm in her hand and the idea of a brownie made her happy, temporarily distracting her from her soon to be predicament.

"I don't know if you've met our newest student, Wednesday Addams?" Miss Thornhill questioned, then continued when Sarah shook her head no. "Well, she is new here, and she's been having some trouble making friends. I was thinking about setting the two of you as partners in class today, for a small project? I think you two would get along well."

Sarah shrugged. It would end how all her other projects ended; Sarah would do her work, her partner would do their work, and they'd part ways to never talk again in the end.

"She's a quiet girl like yourself, and she can come off as a bit forward, but really, she cares a lot. She just has trouble expressing it."

Was Miss Thornhill describing Wednesday, or herself? It worked both ways.

"But I wanted to make sure you would be alright with it."

Sarah nodded, and they stopped when they reached her room. Miss Thornhill faced her, hand resting on her arm for a second.

"Your parents emailed."

Sarah's heart sank.

"They say you haven't been answering them. . .I realize you haven't talked since the accident, but sweety," Miss Thornhill shook her head. "It was just that, an accident. You didn't know."

It didn't change the fact that she did it. She hurt her parents, the people that took her in and gave her a good life after her own parents didn't want her.

Sarah couldn't meet her gaze any longer.

"Oh honey, I know nothing I say will fix it right now, but it had to be said. They don't blame you. They want to make sure you're doing alright."

Sarah swallowed, nodding her head. She held the hot chocolate and the brownie in one hand, and pulled out her phone, which was fifteen percent from dead thanks to her not charging it. Still, when Sarah raised it, it got the point across.

"You'll text them?" Miss Thornhill questioned.

Sarah nodded.

Miss Thornhill smiled. "That's great. I'll see you in class later then!"

She left, meaning Sarah was alone again with her thoughts. And those thoughts quickly, easily spiraled as she remembered her first class of the day was PE.

"Heard she tried to *crrrrk!*" the sound was accompanied by a dragging of her thumb across her neck, "herself."

The group around Kim laughed. Veronica rolled her eyes. "Please, she clearly did it for attention. I mean, have you seen her? It was on her face and hands. If she was gonna commit, that's not how to do it."

Harrison snorted. "Probably too stupid to know how – "

"Shh! Here she comes!" Kim whispered, whacking Harrison in the stomach to quiet him.

The entire group turned, unabashedly staring as Sarah arrived.

Partially true to Veronica's words, her face was bandaged, but she had tried to lessen the reason for staring by getting rid of the hand bandages. The cuts had scabbed over anyway, she didn't need them anymore.

She had changed into swimming clothes, conservative swim trunks and a top that covered her stomach. Her hair was braided back and her makeup was waterproof.

She walked past Kim's group, and they chuckled and giggled. Sarah walked faster, getting to the larger group of students standing on the pier. Glances were cast her way but thankfully no one talked to her.

Her heart had been pounding hard and fast for the last half an hour. She didn't know how she was still standing because she kept locking her knees and that made her lightheaded. Unrelated but still annoying was how her palms were sweaty and tingling.

She didn't know the plan for today but she saw that their teacher had put floaters out in the water, lining where they were supposed to stay inside. Maybe she could do this, if she just doggy paddled, she could survive. Doggy paddling was innate, surely she couldn't mess that up!

"Hey," she didn't process the 'hey' was towards her until he appeared at her side, nudging her arm. The contact shocked her. "Heard you had an accident. You alright?"

She could not, for the life of her, figure out why her roommate's brother, Kent, was asking about her. Was he really just that nice of a person? She had less conversations with his sister, her actual roommate!

She nodded, making the mistake of looking into his blue gaze once. She already had heart palpitations, she didn't need anything else.

Sarah nodded, arms wrapping around her waist. Heat crawled up her neck so at least she wasn't cold anymore.

"That's good, Divina said you never came back to the room so I got worried it was something bad. Hey, you wanna team up for whatever we do today? Not tryna brag but, being a siren does have its perks for swim unit."

Was he? No, he couldn't have. What else could he have said?! Why would he ever want to partner with her?

He must've been a really nice guy. No wonder she liked him, who wouldn't. She shouldn't get her hopes up because he was just being nice, he probably already had a girlfriend anyway.

She swallowed, controlling her nerves, and nodded, glancing at him again with a small smile. He had such nice eyes, it was unfair how easy it was to get lost in them. Just that quick glance had her brain all frazzled.

"Great, we'll totally kick ass."

"Alright class, it's 8 o'clock and that means we can start," their teacher, Mr. Rosburn, said, clapping his hands together. "I want to get a lot done today, so a quick introduction. Today we're just gonna be practicing some basic strokes so I can assess your initial ability and compare it to your finishing ability, which will be reassessed in three weeks. We're working on four strokes today; back stroke, breaststroke, butterfly stroke, and front crawl. I'll be partnering you up, you'll find a place to jump off on one of the four piers, and I'll take my notes. Sound good, any questions? No, great." He hadn't waited. "Listen for your name and pair up."

Why. Literally why. This nice boy had just offered to be her partner and now she likely wouldn't get him because life hated her.

And she was right. Kent's name was first and he was paired with Ajax. Kent frowned, and whispered, "maybe next time?" before moving to Ajax.

With her? Unlikely.

Especially when her name got called.

"Sarah Kilarne and Kimberly Rayclare. Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair –"

Was this payback for what she had done, because she prayed for forgiveness every night. She tried to get good grades, she tried to be unproblematic, she even texted her parents this morning asking how they were doing – she was trying to make amends for what she had done, why did she have to be punished like this? Was she not doing enough, and if so, what more was wanted of her?

Kim was grinning as she stepped beside a pale, stiff Sarah. Sarah didn't notice the way two different people watched her, one out of curiosity, and the other in protective anger. All that she noticed was the way Kim leaned down and whispered into her ear "well this should be fun."

How, Sarah had no idea. Why did she find torturing Sarah as fun? Why did she think she could do stupid things with a teacher so close by? Did she think karma didn't exist? Did she proclaim herself as untouchable just because she had four friends? Congratulations, four people tolerate you. You're not special.

The last of the names were called and they moved down onto the four way pier. Kim led her all the way down, to the further left, where two of her other friends who had been conveniently paired together situated themselves. The three of them laughed and joked and Sarah just looked at the green water, feeling green herself.

She had to remind herself it was fine. She could doggy paddle and if she got marked down, so be it. As long as she didn't bring attention to herself, she didn't care about her grade.

Mr. Rosburn blew his whistle, Sarah jolted back into reality. "Alright, whoever's going first, get in the water."

Kim pushed past Sarah, almost knocking her into the water. "I'm going first," she stated, and dove, like an absolute expert, into the water. Of course she'd be perfect at that. Even rising out of the water again, hair slicked back and lashes especially long, she looked graceful and gorgeous.

Sarah hated her.

Algae slapped into the side of Kim's face and Sarah's eyes bulged, a laugh escaping her before her hands could slap against her mouth, stopping anymore sounds.

Laughter to her right snagged her attention, and she noticed Kent in the water by the pier right beside theirs. While it could've been a coincidence, she was taking the guess that it wasn't. Especially with the way Kent was smiling at her.

"EW! UGH, Kent you're dead!"

Mr. Rosburn blew his whistle again, "front crawl people, let's go!"

Kent shot off, Kim slower as she yanked all the algae off her face. Her face was beat red when she kicked forward.

Veronica stood beside Sarah, glaring down at her. "You're laughing now. You won't be later."

Sarah's previous glee vanished with that threat. A threat that would indeed come true.

The first group did two laps of front crawl, then came back stroke. It felt like they were doing all of these things unnecessarily fast. Sarah wasn't even in the water but she couldn't catch her breath. Butterfly stroke made her dizzy, seeing all the splashing water, she couldn't figure out how any of them could see. Breaststroke seemed like the most manageable, but there was a lot she had to get through before that one.

It seemed impossible to get away with doggy paddle. She'd be the slowest one, there was no way they'd let it slide. He'd probably make her stay late and redo it until she could front crawl – or worse, have everyone watch her do it.

Group one finished. Kim was getting out of the water, hair somehow not resembling a rats nest. She wore a one piece but even that made her look like a model.

Mr. Rosburn called for the second group to get in. Sarah's entire body shook as she sat down on the ledge. Veronica dove in, just as graceful and perfect as Kim. Water didn't splash, it gently rippled.

"Get in already," Kim snapped at her. "Seriously, can you not do anything?"

Sarah rushed, holding onto the wooden pole and easing herself into the cold, dark water. She didn't let go of the pole, clinging to it like she was a koala bear.

Kim scoffed from above. "You're pathetic."

"Front crawl second group, go!" Mr. Rosburn called out and blew his whistle.

Veronica kicked off right with everyone else. Sarah's nails dug into the slimy wooden pole.

She couldn’t do this. As soon as she kicked off there would be nothing to hold onto. She'd start panicking and then splashing around, what was she thinking even getting into the water? She couldn't do this!

Kim knelt down, face twisted as she glared at her. "Get going! I won't let your incompetency bring my grade down!" She reached for Sarah, like she was going to grab her, and that was the reason she kicked away from the pole.

Free. In open water. Nothing to stabilize her. She immediately started kicking, straining her neck to keep it above water, hands paddling beneath her. The group was halfway to the floaters and she had just begun – she was drawing attention to herself!

She kicked faster, trying to push more water with her hands. Bianca was already flipping, having reached the floaters, tail sweeping high above the water and propelling her forward, back to the piers.

She couldn't see behind her but she knew everyone was looking at her, everyone was realizing that she couldn't swim. She tried to bring her arms higher, tried to copy the arm movements of her fellow swimmers, but her elbows pulled right back to her sides like there was a magnetic pull keeping them close. Sarah felt more vulnerable with her arms out like that than she did with her arms in.

"Kilarne!" No, God, please no. "I said front crawl not doggy paddle!" Kill me now.

She heard the laughing that followed Mr. Rosburn's loud declaration. Her face heated, she tried to paddle faster, but she couldn't bring her arms further out.

It didn't matter anyway. Something wrapped around her ankle, a light but vice, unbreakable grip, and then Sarah was under the water. She didn't even have time to get a scream out.

Water infiltrated her mouth and her cheeks puffed, trying to avoid swallowing it. Her lungs clenched when they didn't receive oxygen and she swallowed anyway. Sarah coughed, body wracking coughs as whatever held onto her ankle let go, several feet from the lake floor. While she may have been let go, she was too disoriented and panicked to even attempt swimming up.

More water came down, there were too many bubbles around her, blinding her. The rational part of her knew she was making the bubbles and she knew she'd be able to see better if she just stopped, but she couldn't.

This was how she was going to die, the product of her own stupidity –

Water swooshed into her and arms latched around her waist. Her immediate reaction was to start hitting whatever had her and she did, not seeing what had her, and not caring. She hit, clawed, kicked. She screamed and then she was above water.

"You're fine, I got you, you're good!"

Sarah hacked, focusing on expelling water and sucking in air instead of assaulting whatever had her. It took all the time until she was pulled into the pier, where she was still trying to regain her breath. She didn't even notice Mr. Rosburn reaching out for her, shaking his hand and encouraging her to grab on so he could pull her out.

She didn't notice it until her arm was grabbed, and she was lifted out of the water and set on the pier.

Her anxiety had shut off for the first time in two years, and rage filled inside of her, coursing through every vein. Her fists were tight, and she glared at Kim, pushing herself into a stand, catching herself when she stumbled.

Sarah's mouth opened, and she knew what she wanted to say. It was written in her head, and she could picture herself saying it word for word. She wanted to do it, a noise emitted from the back of her throat in preparation, but she shut her mouth. She shut her mouth and she shoved past Kim, leaving the pier behind. She was three steps into the grass when she heard it.

A snort. "I don't know why she was glaring at me, I mean, if she had just asked me for help I would've loved to teach her the front crawl."

Sarah stopped and this was the reason for her actions later. Everything before this built it up, but her response now sealed it.

She turned, green eyes ghosting over with a striking silver. She sucked in a slow breath, lungs expanding fully, and there was a anticipatory moment of silence. A moment when everyone watched her, studied what she was doing. They noticed the change in eye color. They noticed the way the air seemed to become visible when she breathed it in. They noticed how her skin gleamed with a grey sheen. . .and then she screamed. Her soundwaves were visible to the onlookers, who watched those rings grow, widening, carrying her scream until they were taller than Sarah. Until they were wider than a door.

The forward projection blew her hair back, fanning it away like there was a breeze on her face.

It was directed at one person, but they all heard it, and they all covered their ears, turning away in pain. It was piercing, violent, unforgiveable. It was like putting earbuds in and you were just blasted with music the exact volume of being front row at a rock concert.

It was directed at one person; the entire pier suffered. Her sound waves shoved into them, pushing them like a physical force. Harrison fell back, into Michelle. They both fell into the water. Kim got the blunt of it, soundwaves hitting her head on. She was shoved off the pier, almost flying back and into the water.

Mr. Rosburn stumbled back a step, widening his stance and catching himself before he could end up like the others.

The lake rippled as far as she could see. In the distance, the forest on the opposite side, birds broke through the foliage, flying away.

Sarah's scream cut off, and she sucked in another breath, chest heaving with exertion. Her lower lip quivered as she realized what she just did, and her eyes widened, fear chilling her to her core.

Slowly the students began to uncover their ears again, and Sarah ran, unable to bear anymore of that situation.

Her mind was made up right there, and she didn't remember the last time she had made up her mind so quickly, so clearly, without any second guessing herself.

Sarah had to run away.

Sarah skipped her classes for the rest of the day. She just knew that the entire student body would've heard about what she had done and she couldn't face that, so she hid. Hiding in the attic allowed her to plan how tonight would go.

She'd sneak into her room when Divina was at dinner. She'd pack her backpack of everything she needed to make the journey home. She'd hide again until after hours, specifically after the teachers did their rounds. Then she'd run to Jericho, where she'd call an Uber to drive her home.

There, a plan. It was foolproof. At least, it would've been foolproof if she had remembered about the 'bear' that was attacking people in the forest between Jericho and Nevermore.

She waited, overwhelmed with nerves, as the clock slowly ticked by. Every creak in the attic had her thinking she had been found and they'd expel her right then and there, but no one ever found her. Lunch came and passed, the second half of the school day began. It was botanical science now, Miss Thornhill was going to be disappointed in her for not showing up. And she had been so nice, she had gone out of her way to get Sarah a brownie and hot chocolate and Sarah couldn't even show up to her class?

Maybe when she was home, she'd email her and apologize for being a failure.

The final class of the day finished up and Sarah had fallen asleep. Sitting in the same position for several hours was murder and she clonked out, laying on the dirty attic floor where there were likely spiders waiting to nest in her hair. When she woke up, dinner was halfway done. Her heart immediately shot into hypertensive and she opened one of the attic windows, exposing herself to the outside world. She climbed down and rushed across two balconies to get to her and Divinia's room, where she slipped inside her window. It was quick after that, snatching up clothes and her laptop, shoving them into her backpack. She bundled herself up too, finally getting out of her ice cold swimsuit. She layered a tank top, a long sleeve, a short sleeve on top of that, and a flannel jacket. The layers made her feel safer.

With all her things packed she climbed back up to the attic and hid in her same spot. That was the spot she stayed until 10:30 pm. She triple checked her clock and then climbed outside the attic window, looking down and surveying her coast. From what she could tell, clear.

She pulled her hood up, she wiped her hands on her jacket, and then Sarah began to climb down, taking care to avoid windows or balconies so no one could spot her. The last thing she needed was for anyone to see her climbing outside their room, they'd think she was an even bigger freak.

She made it all the way down and then she ran across the grounds, making a beeline for the road because like hell was she going to risk going into the forest. It would provide her better cover, but she already hated the dark and was easily scared.

Afraid of the dark and easily scared but running away at 10:30. Sarah never said she made smart decisions.

She got to the school gates and slipped through the metal bars.

"SARAH, DON'T!"

Sarah whirled, heart racing, searching the grounds for who screamed at her. She searched left and right, high and low, and found no one. The words rang in her ears though, unnerving her more than she already was. She turned and ran, ignoring the second scream.

"SARAH!"

She ran down the middle of the road, arms pumping at her side, legs stretching as far as she could manage. She hadn't even started and she'd already been caught. Someone must've seen her climb down the school walls, it was only a matter of time before they alerted Weems or Thornhill or any of them! She had to make distance – she had to not be so obvious by running down the middle of the road! They'd have the easiest time spotting her.

Against her own crippling fears, Sarah veered from the road, never slowing down but now running inside the forest. Her heart pounded loud enough to drown out the world around her but there was relief as well. Comfort with every step away from the school.

She was going home. She was going to be with her parents again and she'd apologize every minute of every day. She'd never talk again. She'd do whatever they asked of her without any complaint. Sarah just wanted to go home.

When the monster appeared, the idea of going home seemed as far away as the moon.

It lunged out from behind a tree, claws raised and glistening in the moonlight that broke through the foliage. Its bulging eyes made it appear infected with rabies and its large, sharp teeth dripped with blood. It roared at her, spit hitting her in the face, and she screamed, not giving it a second thought.

Her banshee's scream hit the beast and its roar cut off, claws covering its ears and knees shaking, legs crumbling to the ground. The beast sharply whined its pain, and Sarah ran, perhaps making her stupidest decision yet by going further into the forest. Her reasoning was that the beast would definitely try to go after her, and it would have the easiest time getting her on the open road. So she ran deeper into the forest, the place that was likely its home.

"SARAH!"

She was already crying, but the second she heard her name, hope appeared. A white light at the end of the tunnel. That white light was actually a bullet train.

"HELP ME!" She screamed back, glancing behind her, that hope from her name gone when she didn't see the beast. She didn't know if she wanted to see the beast so she knew where it was, or didn't want to see the beast because that meant she was making distance.

She faced forward again and skidded to a stop. It was too late, her fate was sealed.

Turns out, the reason she couldn't see the beast was because it was in front of her. Its claws wracked her across the abdomen and she cried out, no scream to save her, and fell to the ground. Blood slipped out, a gentle flow that soaked through her layers, and a sob burst from her as the creature hovered above her with those horrible, nightmarish wild eyes.

Its arm drew back, prepared to swipe her across the neck, and she screamed again. Her head pushed into the ground from her own force, hair splaying out, but it worked. The creature was sent flying into the night, body carried up and past the foliage to land far, far away.

And Sarah was left on the cold forest ground, one hand covering her sliced stomach. Warm fat tears slipped from her eyes, quiet sobs escaping her. Each little movement hurt but she couldn't stop the cries. She was always crying, always disappointed in herself, and now she was going to die, cold and alone in a forest.

Rain dribbled down from the dark sky, splattering against her cool skin. The water mixed with her tears, blending and carrying them down to fall into the earth below. The last thing Sarah heard was her name being called. Whoever called it received no response.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams netflix #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay #divina fisher #kent fisher #kent fisher x oc #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #yoko takana #kent the siren

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alienahellsparkle · 1 year

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Fandom: All eyes are on Xavier and Tyler.

Me: Quietly admiring Kent.

#wednesday addams #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #kent #siren #wednesday kent #kent the siren

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Beautiful Sirens - Headcanons

Fandom: Wednesday

The lack of Siren content, fic and gifs on here, is appalling.

All Sirens have a weakness for vanity, they're beautiful by nature and can have a bit of a peacock complex trying to catch someone's eye. Flattery isn't everything, but it can get you far.

Kent can't get enough when you compliment his tail, you told him it was beautiful the first time you saw him in the water and he hasn't forgotten about it since. He always puts on a show for you in hopes of you saying how pretty his scales are again.

Divina really likes to accessorize and takes notes of anything you mention, if you tell her something looks nice you might (hopefully) notice her doing/wearing it a lot more. Her go-to for trying to spend more time with you is offering to do the same for you, or lend you something of hers.

Bianca's eyes are your weakness. They're so beautiful and you were mesmerized the first time you saw them up close, and accidentally blurted out "Your eyes are so beautiful." before realizing and trying to apologize while being really embarrassed with yourself. Bianca tends to think of herself above flattery, she is beautiful but she's more than her Siren attributes and works to prove that. ...But they really does enjoy you complimenting her eyes, that's what caught your attention first even if she was the one to pull you in.

#Kent the Siren x reader #Kent the Siren imagine #Divina the Siren x reader #Divina the Siren imagine #Bianca Barclay x reader #Bianca Barclay imagine #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #my stuff #Kent the Siren #Divina the Siren #Bianca Barclay

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wettestnjaay · 1 year

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hi! I love your stories, can you please write a Kent x Vampire reader?

IDK IF YOU WANT A SMUT OR FLUFF.. SO ILL JS DO A FLUFF MIXED WITH A LIGHT SMUT IF THATS OKAY, ALWAYS IVE JUST RECIEVED 350 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH, I LOVE YOU ALL AND IM GREATFUL, MAKE SURE TO SIGN UP FOR THE TAGLIST AND GET @ IN FANFICS❤️.

"YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME CRY.."

KENT FISHER x BLACK!VAMPIRE!READER FLUFF/LIGHT-SMUT

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD | visual porn link for this fic here!

ASKED AND REQUESTED:

"He finds her sex toys and proves that he is better" - @fezandashgirlfriend & ANONYMOUS

OCEAN EYES - BILLIE EILISH

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

SUMMARY; Seeking out of school with kent, as he'd found your little toys you been using behind his back but almost getting caught by the cops.., he rewards you for having a plan that works but also shows you he is way better than the no good shoes you got hanging around your room.

WARNING !

Kent is a little bratty, light sex, oral (female receiving), biting, breast-play, cum eating, pussy eating, face riding, body worship to the max, pet names such as babygirl, angel and sweet girl, kent is just mostly pleasing you, ..

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YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD TO BE THE MOST GOOFIEST COUPLE AT NEVERMORE, not quite popular but noticeable, not toxic but sweet and full of love, not quite rough but going through it smoothly you know.

But that must had lend to you what you guys were going tonight, you guys were quite the troublemakers, well mainly Kent, you were the one always getting him out of trouble but once you guys were dating,

It was like a game of checkers against the rest of the school.

You would play a prank so good, and play it off as if Kent did it and everyone would believe he did, but do you both have that power, a siren and a vampire who can both control another.

You controlling with just eye contact, and him luring others with his pearly, ocean blue eyes and, hypnotic singing.

The relationship was full of trust, you both maybe control one or other at least once but made a promise to only do it when it is needed, such as one not talking to the other, or needing a confession, and wanting to know what's wrong.

But nothing to personal, Leading into the moment you were in right now, panting out a breath, you'd found Kent in your dorm waiting for you, and he'd seem pretty off a little but he didn't tell you anything,

That was until you told him to wait for you outside of the build as he asked you to come with him to get something, as he left you room you noticed the shoe box unearth your bed was half way open..

You try to ignore it as you quickly got dress, not putting on any panties as you believed you would make it up to him but boy, were you wrong.

You running down the street with Kent by you side.

As you turn the corner you'd came to a dead end which left you both with a groan, Kent was babbling trying to figure out what was next, you just stared at him and just let out a puff of your breath.

Now as you were both turned around, you'd seen the flicker of the torches and flashlights coming in closer and fear filled your veins at the thought of being caught.

You swallow hard and turn towards Kent, "Do you trust me?",,

He nodded his head as you asked and looked deeply into his eyes as his hands gripped onto your waist,

Mumbling a small 'fuck it' before smashing his lips onto yours as you grip the collar of his shirt and pulled him more closer to you, closer as possible, making his back press against the wall, as he blinked into the kiss seeing how you needed this.

You pulled away just as you catch a breathe and then called out for another.

His eyes widened a little softly, but without hesitation his lips were covering yours once again.

heat instantly filled your body once again, forgetting that y'all were being followed until the sound of stuttering guards interrupted you.

"Oh! Apologies my Lord-.. I..I will leave you guys be as soon as possible." the man said as he covered his eyes and walked away, cheeks reds.

Kents eyes never left yours as he stared down at you, shocked at your little trick you played on the man,

Your cheeks warmed as you buried yourself into the boys chess and let your warm shaking breath touch the surface of it before looking up at him smiling, "That question is such a turn on for me for some reason.."

Kent hummed as he tucked a piece of you braided hair behind your ear and planting his mouth on your cheek before planting it onto your forehead leaving little kisses.

With due, you guys were in the popular cafe playing around, and running around, the lights of the small building were off, only to Kent to tap the lamp costing a small bit of light to glow in the room

You played music next to the lamp, as you guys connected with each other, attaching your body together as your head rested on his shoulders and his arms around your waist as you rocked against one and another.

As you guys were looking deeply into each others eyes, those ocean eyes.. not even a little fair as you seen all of the lust piled up inside, you notice that their was a problem,

He planted about 6 pecks around your face, and another 6 on your lips, back to back as you pulled him back for more, needing more and having to have more.

Before you knew it you were laid in on the booth table, shirtless, bra-less only with your skirt on.

Kent was caressing all over your body, squeezing your jaw making you keep eye contact with him, squeezing your thighs.

Trailing his hands up to your inner-thigh reaching for your pussy before pulling away and caressing your breast, pulling and biting at your nipples.

"I know, you know what I know." Kent told you looking deeply into your eyes.

You kissed your teeth, before he opened your mouth and spat inside of it before closing your mouth making sure you swallowed it all,

Finally letting his hand cupped your clothed pussy, he smiled to himself as he felt the wetness.

"You leaking through your draws or you decided not to wear any tonight?" He argued, "Maybe you were to busy about to play with yourself with those toy, huh-ain't that right?"

You felt yourself dripping more as he bought out your sex-toys your kept in that box under your bed,, normally you would put it away in the closet, maybe behind some boxes on the top shelf, but you just forgot to replace it back up there that evening ?

He ripped your skirt off as you whimpered at the rough touch, his hand still ghosting around your pussy as you threw your head back and moaned.

He came closer to your ear and whispered so sweetly but rough, "I could be so much better, doll..,"

"I could let you feed on me, I could touch you in the places you want to be touch, and I can pleasure you more, make you really moan and all.. all of that because you're my everything.."

"And I don't want no toys beating me at make your feel like you're my everything." He added shortly after, panting groaning in your ear as he grind on the edge of the table, needing affection.

Pulling you closer to him, he spat on his dick, palming himself a couple of times before placing himself between your pussy lips, just like a hotdog between bread,

He kissed your forehead before pushing your head into his neck whispering as you whimper and babble, "Bite me baby, you know you want to.. go ahead."

With that being side, you moaned as his mushroom tip press against your clit tapping it making your legs shake a bit.

As your vangs came out, your planted them into his shoulder.

You bit him, sucking up blood, as you eyes rolled back, and body started to go out of control, hips rocking against his cock, arms wrapped around his back, hands starching his back leaving major marks, you couldn't do anyways but shake up your body.

His blood was a addiction, like something so amazing, like sex on the beach.. just drinking gives you a orgasm and you were getting closer and closer.

Just as he felt you twitching, he pulled you off, backing you away.

He moves down your skin, cupping one of your breast and taking one into his mouth,, as your back arches and rises off of the table.

He bites down, letting a mark like you did on his neck, but pulls away looking at you deeply in your eyes.

"Want me to make you feel good, the best you haven't had.. I'll show you that you don't need them toys, only me."

He whines into the skin of your stomach as he kisses and bites down on it, his face sliding down towards your expose private.

"Gonna have to cum on my tongue,, now..?" He asks as he bites on your thighs kissing the corners of your pussy, before looking back up at you.

you whined for him to stop teasing you, telling him don't waste your time.

He slapped your clit with his hand making you whine as his got on his knees and placed your legs onto his shoulder, lowering his hand planting small kisses on your cunt over and over, staring back up at you dumbly and innocently.

He started making out with your pussy.. slurping up all of your pussy juices, all of the wetness, as it started to spill out more and more as he tried to clean it up.

"please..please please please-Kent!" you whined as your lift up getting a better look, he licked up your slit, as your back returned to the arched position, legs wrapping around his neck as one of his hands grabbed ahold of your right thigh, as the other hand squeezed at your breast,

You felt his breathe hike on your cunt just as his tongue entered your sticky hole, he kissed it as his head was buried even more into your cunt as your thighs tighten around his head.

You pause of a second as you felt yourself wet like hell, and so close to cumming, you whimpered now noticing that you were stuffing his head in your cunt and pulled them away

Letting your legs hang off of his shoulders as your hand followed his.

One hand caress his that was holding on to your boobies, and your other hand tugging on his hand thrusting it up and down trying to move his hand in the same place.

"O-ohhh god, Kent!" your moans filling up the dark room, "Keeppp-ahh~ keep going please!"

You begged and begged, "Keep doing it.. don't stop!"

He made eye contact with you as the other half of his face was deeply inside of your cunt, his tongue pushing in and out of you and back up pressing it against your clit, as he pushed about 3 fingers into your hole,

Making that back arches even higher and high, you moans kissing the air around you guys as you looked at the window and seeing ya'lls reflection.. you moaned even more.

Legs shaking even more as you babbled for more and more, "Please.. Im begging.., Kent say it please!" feeling that puddle building up inside of your belly.. breaking slowly but quicken as the pace of Kent speeded up.

"Im going to cum!" You babbled, as he rubbed your stomach, he kissed you cunt before humming against it shaking up your body even more, "Cum, butterfly.. do it."

Just as those words came out, you panted up a moan just as your orgasm came up, Kent rides out your high as you finally got the breath you been trying to catch for the longest,

He kissed your stomach, breast, shoulders and lips twice as he moved and kissed under your neck, "I love you.. you don't need them toys okay?" you heard him muffle.. you just pulled him in for a heavenly kissed before smiling and saying,, "I love you more."

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ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

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mothermckinney21 · 1 year

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Kent and Enid have another chat where their friendship continues to blossom.

Kent digs deeper into potentially having ADHD

An unexpected opportunity to prove himself to the Nightshades arises.

#fanfiction #wednesday #kent fisher #kent the siren #wednesday kent #divina wednesday

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jojojoy1 · 1 year

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Hi!! Could you possibly do a Kent X reader where the reader is feeling insecure and Kent helps them?

Kent Fisher x reader

Everyone was going swimming in the lake at the weekend, it's all your friends could talk about. But you weren't as excited. Lately you've been feeling really insecure. Am I as skinny as the other girls? Do I need to work out more? Do I deserve Kent? Those were the questions you asked yourself everyday.

You were sat eating lunch quietly as Enid talked about the new pink swim suit she got.

"Y/N, you okay?" Divina asked, making everyone at the table go silent.

"I'm fine, why?"

"Your just unusually quiet."

You didn't want to lie to your friends, but you also didn't want to talk about how you don't feel like your good or pretty enough to be dating Kent.

"I'm fine, really." No one believed you, but they didn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking more questions.

As everyone went back to their conversations, Kent just watched you quietly picked at your food. His heart broke knowing that you felt like shit and didn't talk to him about it. But he decided to wait for you to be comfortable to tell him how you were feeling.

...

It was Friday, so all of your friends were excited to be going down to the lake tonight. You were sat in class with Divina, Bianca and Yoko.

"I'm probably just gonna were my blue bikini top." Bianca said. You weren't really paying attention as you doodled in your note book.

"Y/N!" You jumped when you heard your name. "What are you gonna wear tonight?" Yoko asked.

"Oh, I'm not going." You said as you went back to your doodling.

"Hold on!" Bianca said as she snatched your notebook away, "What do you mean you're not coming?"

"I'm just not feeling it, y'know" The truth was, you didn't want to wear a swim suit in front of everyone.

"You're coming girl! You've got to!" Bianca said.

"I don't think I even have a swim suit." That was a lie.

"You do." Divina jumped in. "Remember when we went swimming on that week off last term."

"I'll think about it." You said to get them to back off.

...

You were sat in your dorm when you heard a knock. You expected it to be Divina and Bianca wanting to drag you down to the lake.

"GUYS, I REALLY DON'T WANNA GO DOWN TO THE LAKE!" You shouted through the door.

"BABY!" Your heart stopped. You'd been avoiding Kent, feeling like your not pretty enough for him.

You stood up and opened the door. "Babe, what're you doing here?" Kent walked into your dorm and closed the door with his back.

"I wanted to check on you. Divina said you didn't want to come tonight. Are you okay?" He wrapped his hands around your waist, making you feel self-conscious, flinching slightly from the action. You hoped Kent didn't notice, but he did. His hands dropped from your waist. "What's going on, Y/N? Talk to me, please."

"I don't want wear a swim suit in front of everyone." You couldn't look at him. You were too embarrassed and scared of what he was going to say.

"Why? You're beautiful, Y/N." His hands rested on your waist again, this time you didn't flinch away.

"I'm not. I'm ugly and fat."

"You're the most beautiful girl I have even seen, don't forget that. And you are definitely not fat."

"Really?" You stare into his eyes, questioning if he means what he is saying.

"Really." Kent pulled you into a loving kiss, full of sincerity. It was sweet and delicate and his lips were soft against your own. "Now get changed. Everyone's waiting." His forehead rested against yours.

"Okay, fine. I just need to find my swim suit."

#kent fisher x reader #kent x reader #kent fisher #kent the siren #kent wednesday #wednesday series #we simpin #wednesday #nevermore #divina wednesday #divina fisher #bianca barclay #enid siclair #answered #fanfic request #fanfic #oliver watson #wednesday netflix #netflix

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chaosofmanyfandoms · 1 year

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Date to the Rave'n | Kent x gn reader

"You should just ask them." Divina urged her brother for about the millionth time as they sat in the Quad.

Kent had been staring at you again, ignoring the conversation that Divina was trying to have with him.

"They would never say yes." He said, finally taking his eyes off of you to look at his sister.

"You'll never know for sure unless you try." Divina said, trying to talk him into asking you to the Rave'n.

"What if they say no?" Kent asked, nervously looking over at you again. You caught him looking and sent him a small smile before turning back to your friends.

"What if they say yes?" Divina asked, seeing the way he had lit up when you smiled at him.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'm gonna do it." He said, watching as your friends left.

You sat by yourself at one of the tables, pulling out your homework and starting on an essay that was due in two days. You looked up as someone walked up to you.

"Can I sit with you?" Kent asked with a nervous smile.

"Of course." You said, smiling back as you sat down your pen.

Kent sat down across from you, glancing over to see Divina shooting him a thumbs up.

"I was wondering, if you don't already have a date, if you'd maybe want to go to the Rave'n with me?" He asked in one breath, speaking quickly.

Kent stared down at the table, waiting for you're answer.

"I'd love to." You replied, making him whip his head up to look at you.

"Really?"

"Really." You assured him, making him grin.

"I didn't think that you would say yes." Kent admitted.

"Well I did, so you can't back out now." You joked.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

As soon as you were ready on the night of the dance, you went to meet Kent. He was already there waiting for you, having gotten there early just to be sure that he wouldn't keep you waiting. His eyes widened as soon as he saw you.

"You look amazing." He said, smiling. Kent could still hardly believe that you were his date to the dance.

"I could say the same for you." You said, holding out your hand to him. He took it, interlacing his fingers with yours.

The two of you walked into the dance, alot of people were already there. You got drinks before sitting with Divina and her date.

"You have no idea how long it took me took me to get him to ask you to be his date, he was so nervous." Divina said, making Kent blush red and glare at her.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked you, not wanting his sister to embarress him anymore than she already had.

"Sure." You smiled, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the dancefloor.

You could tell he was a little nervous to actually touch you, so you guided his hands to your hips before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"If you can't tell, Divina loves to embarress me." Kent mumbled.

You couldn't help but laugh, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed, grinning at you.

The song changed to something more upbeat, and you went back to sit with Divina and her date. Just as Kent was about to sit down, Divina grabbed him by the arm and drug him back to the dance floor. You laughed as the two danced, laughing at eachother.

After that Kent was talked into doing the worm by a couple friends, which made everyone laugh and cheer. As soon as a slower song turned on, he was back to take you back to the dancefloor. This time he didn't hesitate to rest his hands on your hips as the two of you swayed back and forth. You rested your foreheads together, smiling at eachother.

"Can I kiss you?" Kent asked softly.

You didn't reply, pressing your lips to his. He kissed back almost instantly. The moment would have been perfect, if you hadn't felt something wet dropping on your face.

The two of you pulled apart, only to find out that it was red paint. People started to panic almost instantly. You grabbed Kent by the arm, leading him out into the hallway. Most people were running to their dorms to scrub the paint off before it stained.

The two of you, on the other hand laughed watching as everyone else was tripping over their own feet in a panic.

"This was amazing, except for the paint part." Kent said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he walked you back to your dorm.

"Yeah, it was. What would you say about an actual date, the weathervane tomorrow?" You asked.

"I'd love that." Kent grinned, stopping at the door of your dorm.

He hugged you, but when he pulled away you pecked him on the lips making him blush.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You said, finally opening your door.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." He said as you stepped inside.

He had a real date with you, tomorrow.

#kent fisher x reader #kent wednesday #kent x reader #wednesday #divina fisher #kent x gn reader #kent the siren

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