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wol-fica · 1 year

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parings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader

summary - You and Wednesday finally move in together after your wedding a few weeks prior; chaos ensues

warnings - fluff!! Such a lovey couple <3

an - aim was to write an older wednesday in her 20’s who has matured her emotions much more.

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July 13th, 2023

“Oh, yeah that bed goes into the guest bedroom.” You said, pointing up the stairs for the furniture worker.

It was a wonderful summer day, two weeks after you had officially tied the knot with your beloved girl. The wedding was everything you had wished and worked for, it was perfect.

Wednesday was not one to wear white, hence why she was decked out in a stunning spider-webbed black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She was absolutely breathtaking when she descended down the aisle towards you, she encapsulated your heart and soul, and you didn’t give a damn.

“Y/N.” Your name was softly called from the direction of the kitchen, snapping you out of your memory.

“Coming!” You replied, hurrying down from the second floor to the first.

You made your way past the living room, it’s large windows looking out into the fog-coated valley that lay below your over-the-cliff mansion. Your wife insisted on having a large expanse to live in as she had much money to spend and wanted your lives to be as relaxed and luxurious as possible. After passing the walk in pantry and the two full bathrooms by the entrance, you finally entered the kitchen.

There, leaned up against the kitchen island, was your exceedingly beautiful partner in her horrifyingly perfect state. She was dressed in black ripped jeans, some black combat boots, and a large white and black stripped hoodie that made her look incredibly pocket sized.

You smiled before sliding up next to her, your arm snaking around her waist as you looked down to see what she was looking at.

“Some decor?” You questioned, picking up a framed photo of the two of you when you were at Nevermore together.

“Maybe.” Wednesday replied, turning her face up so she could press a kiss to your jaw, “I’m stuck if we should hang them or just set them on tables and shelves.”

You pondered for a moment, glancing around at your bare walls.

“Either way works for me.”

“I requested you for a decision, not to be unhelpful.”

You chuckled, pressing your nose into Wednesday’s cheek. She smelled forestry, like hickory and pine, and felt oh so soft. One of the many things you would never take for granted was being able to hold her.

“Well my raven, decor IS your expertise.” You murmured, leaving a kiss against her freckled skin.

“Mhm.” Wednesday hummed, staring at a few different photos as she decided what to do with them.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to pull back slightly to see who messaged you. A number you didn’t recognize popped up with the words ‘Your food has been delivered’

“Ah, escargot has arrived.” You said as you pulled away from her to retrieve the food.

After a quick thanks to the doordash person and waving to a neighbor, you hurried back to your wife so she could have her snail cuisine.

“Here ya go my raven.” You said, setting the bag down on the counter and giving her cheek another kiss.

“Thank you cara mía.” Wednesday replied as she pulled out two containers, handing one to you after inspecting it, “Your fried bird.”

“Chicken Tenders, my love.” You corrected, popping the lid to devour your favorite food in the world.

As soon as the breaded meat hit your tongue, your eyes rolled back in satisfaction, a small moan leaving your lips.

“If a piece of junk food can make you feel so good then maybe I’m pointless in bed.” Wednesday quipped as she gracefully ate her escargot.

“Now now, don’t be petty.” You said, waving a curly fry at her, “My chicken will never replace my love for the wonder that you are.”

She rolled her eyes, a blush coating her cheeks as she attempted to ignore your flirting. Ever since she fell for met you, you would always have a way to make her feel so loved and appreciated. Originally she hated it, but after a few months of dating you she got used to enjoying it.

“Eat.” She commanded, waving her fork at you in a threatening manner.

You scoffed playfully but complied, stuffing a tender into your mouth just as a bewildered looking mover walked in. He was holding a box labeled ‘Guillotine Test Subjects’ in his hands, which made you start to silently choke on your food after you laughed.

“Uhm, I’m not sure where this should go..” He said, looking at Wednesday with apprehension.

“Second floor, third door on your right. You will see the electric chair in there.” She said, whacking your back with her hand so the food would dislodge in your throat.

“Ah…of course.” He mumbled before hurrying off with a concerned look on his face.

“Stop dying without my permission.” She directed towards you before moving to throw her trash in the garbage.

You coughed, clutching your throat whilst breathing heavily. A hand snaked around your jaw to pull your face upwards for Wednesday’s inspection.

“You’ll be fine.” She noted before giving you a deep kiss on the lips and heading towards the living room to help with furniture placement.

“I sure will be.” You mumbled in daze as you watched her go, a love-drunk smile on your face.

Being married was a blessing, especially since you got to be with the one you pledged with in highschool to die with. You would do anything for her; kill for her, die for her.

Either way, what bliss.

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bingebuddie · 3 months

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My Writing Journey January 2024

Some status updates on my projects...

Sideways

The next arc on Sideways is coming along well. I have three chapters complete and ready to post. But I want to have some more ready before I start posting. Aiming for the end of January for launch. I don't want to have this arc stretching out like the last two did. Check it out if you want to catch up before the next arc starts!

I might post a teaser... there is a lot coming in this next arc... including the face-off with the LAFD, lots of world-building, and Buck, Eddie, Bobby, Athena, Wes, and Cole taking their planned vacation. Traveling to New York, getting a view into Wes and Cole's origin, and then the long-fated cruise...

I have done some refining on the outlines for the two following arcs.

This fic his 300k words in 2023... it's looking to beat that in 2024...

Nevermore

I had some artwork commissioned for this, and I cannot wait to share it.

I've posted five new chapters on this one in the last few weeks. I have trimmed some of the outline as I felt it was too long and was dragging the story out.

Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun wrapping this up. I have future plans for this world.

Buddie WIPS:

Run: Small one shot. This one will be up in the next week or so.

Search and Rescue - Buck and Eddie qualify to be part of a new SAR task force. While they work together better than anyone else, they have never been further apart personally.

Relationship Goals - In an effort to rebuild their friendship, after their new relationships fail, Buck and Eddie join a local hockey team with some of Buck's old Seal friends. This is already 20ish pages and closest to being complete.

Stolen - A stolen kiss changes everything between Buck and Eddie. This Angst fest is somehow super soft.

The Ties That Bind - Buck breakdown fic.

All I Want for Christmas - Think Scrooged and It's a wonderful life but BUDDIE... I wanted to have this done for the holidays... maybe for next year...

Still working away on my original novel.

#buck x eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #911 on fox #911 on abc #buck and eddie #buckley diaz family #evan buckely diaz #911 abc #a03 fanfic #a03 writer #a03 fic #read on a03 #fanfics #fic writing #ao3 writer #ao3 author

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tanith-rhea · 10 months

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That I may be weak with you

"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test." - Alain de Botton Dorothea Delilah Darcy is a woman in her mid to late twenties, struggling to find her place in the world. A recent job opportunity as a guidance counsellor at Nevermore Academy seems like a godsend, and she could not miss it for the life of her. Still, perhaps more problems will arise than she expected. Between bubbly, extroverted students and an uncharacteristically reactive principal, she'll be forced to overcome the limitations of her abilities or separate herself entirely from the place she'll grow to call home.

Author's note: Poor Larissa, not knowing how to deal with Wednesday after all... that. She was such a badass before but now she almost died and how's she supposed to go back to normal with her? If only there was someone to help her get a grip 👀

Chapter Three

“I see her pure, pale aura shine, piercing, sweet Sharp as death, or sin” — Marya Zaturrenska

“We’ve established what I was doing outside, but could I ask the same about you?” you looked at her reflection in the window, hoping to hide your eyes long enough that she wouldn’t mistake your awkwardness for discomfort.

You caught her eyes glancing quickly towards you, catching your white-knuckled fists for a quarter of a second before returning to the road, schooling her expression into something serene if a bit serious.

“I had a meeting with the new mayor. Given everything that’s happened in the last three months I didn’t have much time to schedule the Academy’s yearly events and my relationship with Noble was…” she stopped as they approached the school gate, “Let’s just say he was an intelligent man, and his world view suited my plans well enough.”

Sounds ominous, “And the new mayor’s view?” you chanced. Larissa sighed.

“She’s less inclined to cooperate.”

You were on time for dinner, and it was spent pleasantly talking with some of your colleagues. Ser Barnabas didn't even notice your absence, but after filling his fluffy bum with food he decided to worry a bit about the unmoving lump that was your body over the bed sheets.

“What? The window isn't as comfortable as a living mattress?” you groaned at him settling on your stomach.

He looked wholly unimpressed as if he knew you were grateful for his warm weight on you. Hell, he might feel your spirit purring.

You finally cracked after a few seconds with him looking at you. You knew you were only projecting, but Ser Barnabas was more than accustomed by now to being your excuse to talk to the air.

“There was this student today. Very bright young girl…” he kneaded your ribs a little, “What, too bony for you now?” he didn't seem fazed.

“Anyway; she was lovely, but far too energetic. It's been a while since I talked to other people extensively and she caught me by surprise,” you sighed, feeling the strain of all your muscles at once, “…I think this is going to be hard.”

Ser Barnabas started kneading again, this time purring as well as he came from your stomach to lay on your chest. Sometimes you thought he understood you far better than you gave him credit for.

“Thank you, dear,” you whispered and petted him behind the ears until you fell asleep, which didn't take long with the familiar pressure over your heart.

From: Larissa Weems <[email protected]> To: Dorothea Delilah Darcy <[email protected]> Sent: Wed, 13th September 2023 16:00:00 (GMT-4)

Dear Miss Darcy,

As the end of your first week as a guidance counsellor approaches, I’d like to invite you for a chat. Nothing too serious, only a short meeting regarding your impressions, your feelings on your work volume, and any other comments you might have. Feel free to bring notes, suggestions and the like. Nevermore has previously favoured the services of an outside therapist for further counsel, so your role is rather new and I hope to facilitate it as much as possible. I expect you on Friday at 18:10h.

Sincerely, Larissa Weems Principal Nevermore Academy (802) 555-0811

You hadn’t checked your e-mail the last two nights, but as you looked through your inbox now the memory of Larissa driving you both to Nevermore came again, as it had done over and over at dinner.

You realized Larissa wasn’t one to attend dinner when reaching the end of the week you’d failed to see her even once. The staff seemed to have adopted the left corner of the expansive hall for themselves and there were always a few vacant seats; hers persistently amongst them.

You had a theory that she was likely locked in her office buried in work, most likely non-urgent things she simply refused to leave for the next day.

The fact was that Principal Weems was not a cold woman. Of all your interactions she had been nothing but pleasant and even playful with people around you and yourself. But she was also the woman who gave you a lift after school hours back from a very school-related appointment and proceeded to part ways with you at the entrance claiming she had “just a few more documents to sort through before coming to dinner”.

As stated previously, she did not attend dinner.

You didn’t have too many things of note to say, though. You liked everything and everyone so far. Of course, there was the small matter of… the incident, but after a good night’s sleep and some getting used to, you were sure this would only help you understand yourself and your abilities better.

“MEOW!” a tail manifested itself in front of your nose as Ser Barnabas got fed up with being ignored.

“Hush, you’re only jealous I have other things to worry about besides brushing you,” you placed your phone back on the nightstand and searched the drawers for the little imp’s brush. The sun streaming through the window was just perfect to warm a chilly morning; maybe you’d have breakfast outside today.

As your last student left — an adorable little guy whose parents were 10/10 on damage control after trauma — you glanced at the small table clock for the nth time that day. It lazily displayed 17:43. Of course, it wasn’t lazy, it was a clock, but time did seem to be dragging itself onwards today.

You didn’t dare look too deeply into your eagerness to see the principal, but that she had an aura of oddness to her satisfied your mind well enough. It was simply that the air seemed electrically charged wherever she stood; she couldn’t see the hairs of your arms standing but under all the layers you could feel it.

You had almost half an hour to organize your notes and papers. Nothing too profound or insightful, just markers on which students talked about what and how they carried themselves in general. If they were more buoyant or sober, cynical or earnest.

Although everyone went through the terror of a pointed attack, some were closer than others to the whole ordeal, and some had even formed a relationship with their assailant. Of those closest, you had only met Enid and Eugene, but you knew of at least two more who had been into the thick of it. That is when you looked only at the students. The fact that Principal Weems was working barely a month after nearly dying only added to your insatiable workaholic theory.

After a good twenty minutes, everything was neatly filed, and you left the office with your head full. Maybe you should reach out to some students and invite them for a chat. Not everyone seeks comfort on their own, and Wednesday, for instance, didn’t strike you as a person willing to emotionally expose herself.

“Stop meddling in my life,” a cold voice came from the turn of the hall, seeming near the principal’s office. “We are not allies, we weren’t before and nothing has changed. I know there are other rooms and I’m filling out this form,” the voice sounded positively icy by this point, “Don’t try to delay this, it’s my decision.”

When you met eyes with the furious person you weren’t surprised to find Wednesday’s beady black ones. She was leaving Weems’s office, closing the door with a resounding sound. If it was the sheer size of the enormous wooden thing or Wednesday’s strength that produced it, you weren’t sure.

She didn’t say a word, she barely paid attention to you as she stomped past, fuming.

You stood frozen for a second, stunned motionless while processing the end tail of the conversation — or argument — that you had witnessed.

You wished you had worn a watch today, just to check when was appropriate to knock on the door while still being on time. As it was, you didn’t know if it was already 18:10, so you just took a deep breath and braced yourself before softly knocking three times.

After a beat, an even voice said “Come in.”

Weems’s eyes were trained on something on her laptop screen, her expression starkly different from any other you had seen, brutally serious. When she glanced up to find you at the doorstep a shadow crossed her eyes before she schooled her features into something resembling serenity.

You’d have been convinced if you couldn’t feel her heartache from across the room.

“May I-“

“I said come in,” her voice sounded soft, if a bit raw, but quickly normalized as she continued, “I thought I still had a few minutes before you’d appear.”

So you could have waited.

“I wasn’t sure of the time, so I figured it was better to be a bit early than late,” you shrugged sheepishly while making your way to the leather chairs in front of the principal’s desk.

She nodded with a small smile.

“Well, thank you for coming,” she followed your movements as you sat, “I know it seems early for a check-in, but as you’re the first on-site counsellor the school has it’s my priority to make your work as smooth as possible.” She smiled again and leaned her face to the side, looking overwhelmingly kind. It was incredible how her eyes shone in a way that made you believe she wanted nothing more than to be supportive of you.

You choked on air, coughing a bit to recover. What was happening?

“Ecch- hm-” right, very eloquent Dotty, “I mean, sorry…”

Weems’s brow furrowed, “Are you all right?” she sounded unsure and you almost wheezed hiding your face in your hands.

“Yes, I’m perfect, thank you. I just…” you wished for the floor to swallow you, “I’m just a bit emotional, I guess, you know how it is,” you stop hiding, took a deep breath and straightened up to look at her again. Still overwhelming, noted.

“I wouldn’t, but I understand it must be quite something coming from an empath.”

You only nodded, munching on your lower lip.

“I met Eugene today, very lovely child,” you hoped that’d be enough explanation. It seemed to work.

“Ah, yes.” The principal smiled fondly, “He may come across as naïve, but I think he is wiser than we give him credit for. His moms may be the cause of that.”

“Right? Talk about good parenting, those women have it all figured out-” You stopped in your tracks, excitement was the way of crisis, “But we’re not here to talk about that… You said you had questions for me?”

You felt her fondness creeping up your spine and held your breath. Why were you such a mess all of a sudden? Why could you feel her almost seven feet apart?

“It’s all right, I must say I’m glad you met some of the easier ones. Teenagers have a tendency to be a wreak, hell we’ve all been there, but more so after Ms Gates’s… uh- well, the attack.

“Yes…” you hoped your face was closer to sympathy than pity towards the woman. It was very impressive how hers gave away nothing while you felt her restlessness. “So what would you like to know?” you decided to move on.

Weems seemed to agree with your decision, “The first thing I’d like to ask concerns the volume of students you are talking with. I was informed you have already talked to fifteen.”

You nodded matter-of-factly.

“That is a concerning number, I won’t lie.” She closed her laptop, not looking at you for a few seconds while putting it aside, “Do you think you can manage? I’m afraid resources aren’t as abundant this year with a number of parents deciding to forgo their children’s education for a year until the dust settles; so I won’t be able to hire much in the way of assistance.

“Of course, that would be remedied by adjusting your workload.”

You weren’t thinking so much about her question but the caring hum of her words, it was as if her voice adjusted to soothe your worries, and you knew that was possible, you studied it, but it never worked on you before. With her talking like that, you felt like you could handle anything.

You knew you were a people-pleaser, but when you said “I’m sure I’ll manage,” you felt confident.

“Most of them didn’t even reach out because of the last year’s occurrences,” you made yourself comfortable on the chair, “Six or seven wanted to talk about exam anxiety or insecurities relating to their abilities, some danced around the subject they want to broach although I’m fairly sure I know what it is about, and others are just bringing random problems to another person for advice.”

The principal nodded, worrying her upper lip in concentration while she listened.

“And how many came because of Laurel?” the decisiveness with which she said the name gave you pause. Before, she could barely reference her and now she broadcasted protectiveness like a jasmine-filled room.

You inhaled, “One, and I think it was the only one who has it under control.”

She nodded, “Eugene?”

You mimicked her nod. You waited a beat before asking, “How’s Wednesday?”

Larissa Weems had a lot of feelings. You could tell she was near when a foreign sentiment made its way up your limbs, and they never were anything close to uncertain or hesitant. However, when you asked, the cold grip of doubt circled your ankles and made your bones hurt, like the chill of winter on uncovered feet.

“I don’t know what do to with her,” she confessed, “She saw things a young person like her shouldn’t see.” She saw me dead, you could almost hear, it was such a strong emotion you thought it was whispering to you.

“Do you think she’d want to talk to me? Seeing as I wasn’t involved.”

The smallest sniff of hope caught your senses, and you gave her your most sympathetic, understanding smile; the one a bit tight-lipped that made people nod slowly and fight to stop crying because there was someone looking out for them.

“You’re welcome to try. I’d certainly be grateful.” She was telling the truth.

She smiled at you, and you knew you’d do whatever to earn that smile again.

That one took a while, huh? Sorry @alder-saan, hope you like it

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #teacher!reader #wednesday x enid #wednesday netflix #the title applies to both of them huh?#at this point i think i should start tagging the unhealthy relationships that will start appearing #gonna wait tho

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choicesholidays · 8 months

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Choices Holiday’s Festival of Fears Halloween Prompt Event

It's almost October and that means Halloween/Samhain time! In the spirit of Creepy Campfire Tales (Special thanks to the creator of Creepy Campfire Tales, @annabellewynter for her gracious support of this endeavor), Choices Holidays is hosting a creepy prompt event!

Welcome to a month filled with Murderous Mondays, Terrifying Tuesdays, Witchy Wednesdays, Threatening Thursdays, Fiendish Fridays, Sinister Saturdays, and Spine-Chilling Sundays!

Below are a series of quotes, prompts, and memes meant for inspiration, but you are not required to use them. Any scary story will get reblogged and added to the master list. This is open to all choices fandoms.

All creative endeavors are welcomed: Fics, art, edits, mood boards, whatever you’re inspired to create!

The deadline is All Hallows Eve: October 31st, 2023, 11:59 p.m. CST.

Be sure you tag @choicesholidays #choicesholidays, and #festivaloffears for reblogging and inclusion on the master list at the end of the event.

Please feel free to reach out to this blog or @angelasscribbles with any questions, concerns, or suggestions.

Prompts are under the cut.

Quotes for Inspiration:

“The night is dark and full of terrors.” ~Game of Thrones, George R.R. Martin

“Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” ~ Tim Burton’s Batman (The line belongs to The Joker)

“Quoth the Raven nevermore!” ~The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe

“We all go a little mad sometimes.” ~Psycho (1960)

“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.” ~A Nightmare on Elm Street

“I see dead people.” ~The Sixth Sense

Writing Prompts:

The following prompts came from The Write Practice.

Creepy Story Writing Prompts

1. It's late at night, and you hear footsteps in the cellar but you're definitely home alone…or so you thought.

2. You've put that doll in the cabinet, in the closet, in the attic, but no matter where you tuck it, it always shows back up on the sofa. On Halloween night, you find it watching you…

3. A bad-tempered businessman is driving home after a long day of work. He thinks he sees his kids trick-or-treating and stops to pick them up but those aren't costumes.

4. It's Halloween night and you and your friends think it would be fun to visit the local town's annual corn maze. But when you're inside it, someone inside the maze doesn't look like an actor in a costume. And shortly after, your friends start to disappear one by one.

5. You don't believe in the rumors that say a certain scary book is cursed—and that anyone who reads it will meet their maker by the end of the week. So naturally, you read it. And then things start going wrong…

Monster/Ghost Story Writing Prompts

6. A young woman goes to her grandmother's house for tea on Halloween night. They have a wonderful time together, sharing stories, joy, and the best times of family. The next day, the woman learns her grandmother has been dead for a week and no one could get ahold of her to tell her.

7. A little boy is lost in the woods, but at least his faithful dog is with him. As they look for the way out, the dog defends his master against terrifying monsters and animals. But the closer they get to escaping the dark forest, the more apparent it is that they'll need to face the person, or thing, releasing these monsters in the first place.

8. A farmer who dreams of being a scientist experiments on this year's pumpkins, hoping to enlarge them. He has a lot of success, until one of his potions is tampered with, and the cute pumpkin in his patch morphs into a monster that eats anyone who stumbles over its vines.

9. Your girlfriend/boyfriend brings over your favorite treat on Halloween, but when you eat it, you transform into a giant, poisonous snake that kills anyone who touches you. What do you do next?

10. You wake up on Halloween night, look outside your window, and see your sister sleepwalking away from the house. You chase after her but can't catch her until she plunges into a dark lake, where there's a mysterious song that starts to pull you deep below the surface.

Not-So-Spooky Story Writing Prompts

Not all people love scary stories. If this is you but you'd like to try to write a scary story—and have a fun time writing it—try tackling a (not-so) scary story prompt that could turn a potentially scary tale into something that is fun (even funny):

11. You hate clowns, which makes it even worse when your husband secretly decides to hire a clown for you son's birthday party—which just happens to be on Halloween.

12. Aliens have just landed on Earth and boy, did they pick a weird day to come. How do they respond to Halloween, supernatural or otherwise? Do they decide this place is just too bizarre and get the heck out, or do they stick around and join in the fun?

13. On Halloween night, lovers get to come back and spend the evening together one more time. One couple from the Roaring Twenties decides to come back from the grave to help their extreme nerd great-grandchild or the kid will never get married.

14. You decide that this year you're going to crash the ten top costume parties in town—and prank each one while you're at it.

15. A mad scientist determined to destroy the world falls hopelessly in love with a not-so-wicked witch. As hard as he tries, he can't impress her.

Meme Prompts:

#halloween #choicesholidays #festivaloffears #halloween 2023 #halloween prompts #choices fandom #all hallows eve #spooky season #halloween vibes

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therulerofallpotatos · 3 months

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @cosmic-lullaby and @iamfandomcrazy!

Oh boy ok this will take a second. My files are very organized. Let's simplify and go by fandom.

The Addams Family

The Multi-Chaps

All Roads Lead to Rome

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 3 raw draft, 4, 5, Notes, Notes General

2. I Bit Him so He's Mine

Hyde Wednesday AU Notes, Chapter One, I Bit Him so He's Mine Tyler's POV, I Bit Him so He's Mine Wednesday's POV original document

3. I See You

I See You chp 1, I See You Notes, I See You Prologue

4. Love Letter AU Chp 1

One-Shots

5. Day 6 Mind Control hurts Wednesday whumptober 2023

6. Day 10 Body Swap au Whumptober 2023

7. vamp tyler scrap

The Series

8. Tyler Raised By Werewolves AU

My Best Friend's Brother Chapter 1

My Best Friend's Brother Chapter 2

Enid Sinclair

My Boyfriend's Sister

Tug of War

The Blood Moon

9. Tyler's Bad Year

Day 24 Failed to Escape

Day 25 nightmare flashback why didn't you save me whumptober 2023

Day 26 magical exhaustion or injury curse whumptober 2023

Day 27 forgotten locked away whumptober 2023

Day 28 hair pulling oxygen deprivation sweating whumptober 2023

Day 29 the easy way or the hard way bargaining forced to choose whumptober 2023

Day 30 possession mind games coma whumptober 2023

Day 31 PTSD headaches crying

10. Her Monster Verse

Her Monster Sequel Notes

Her Monster Verse

11. Just a Couple of Teenage Tearaways

4 October Outreach Day

5 November the 18th

12. Soulmates Aren't Found

13. Vampire Tyler

5 Times Nevermore Caught Wednesday with a Bandage and One Time Donovan Caught Her

5 Times Tyler Nearly Outed Himself and One Time He Revealed Himself

5 plus one

14. Warning: She Bites verse

Warning She Bites Sequel Notes

15. Weyler Week 2023

Day 2 If the Good Die Young I Want to Live Forever

16. Designated Dick Dealer Sequel

17. Til Death

Til Death Part 2

Til Death Part 3

Notes (These are all pure outlines unconnected to anything else)

18. X File Crossover

19. Wylercest au

20. Wednesday isn't a ghost au

21. Tyler finds Fran au

22. Tyler deadname Stacy au

23. Tumblr Prompt Ask Amnesia au

24. Tumblr Posts (collection of prompts i have on my blog)

25. trans tyler post top surgery romcom au

26. The Blood Oath Notes

27. Tale of Two Wednesdays

28. Steal your boyfriend au

29. Series of Dhalias au

30. Secret Identity not so secret au

31. scene scraps

32. scene scraps (2)

33. Refusing the Call General Notes

34. raven drunk sex fantasy au

35. Pregnant Wednesday and Panicking Tyler au

36. Tyler Pizza Boy au

37. mtf tyler x lesbian wednesday au

38. Just unlocked missing time au

39. hybernation au

40. hostage au notes

41. heat sex fic but it's only aftercare

42. grindr au

43. ghoul tyler au

44. Ghost Wednesday au

45. Faux Monsterfucker au

46. Enid mtf knots Tyler ftm

47. Donovan Wednesday morning after

48. cucking xavier au

49. clone wednesday au

50. bianca x tyler siren call au

Okay I'm losing patience. I have after this files for:

Crossovers

Encanto

Hannibal

Harry Potter

MCU

mermaid

Original Works

Teen Wolf

The Umbrella Academy

Twilight

Until Dawn

I will include my wips for Until Dawn and if anyone wants to hear what's in the others, I will make a new post.

Until Dawn

Multi-Chaps

51. Blackwood Mountain

Blackwood Mountain Outline

Blackwood Mountain Part 1

BM PI Chp 1

BM PI Chp 2

BM PI Chp 3

tagging: @obsidianpen, @mister-tom-a-dildo-lover, @mistressvera, @realisticintentions, @realmermaid333, @suchaladyy, @leavesdriftinginthewind, @dispatchvampire, @dark-visitors

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wyler #tyler galpin #my writing #weyler #wednesday fanfic #the addams family #tag game #donovan x wednesday #tynid #tyler x bianca #wyclair #until dawn #josh washington #this is just my wips in two fandoms and this is just the ones that have official documents rn

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bee-nutauthor · 6 months

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Nevermore Week 2023 Update

Nevermore week is coming up soon.

If you signed up for it and are thinking of working on some of the prompts, today is the check in date to remind folks to see if they think they'll finish in time or not.

Projects start being posted October 25th.

Remember, this is for fun, so no pressure if projects are incomplete, etc!

If you have questions you can dm me on tumblr.

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore week 2023

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njamil21 · 6 months

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Nevermore Week Day 1 - Orange and Black

I recently started reading Nevermore on Webtoons so I decided to participate in Nevermore Week as the new update will be on Halloween. I went with Lenore and Morella since they were the first people I thought of when I looked at the colors black and orange. Dressing them up was so fun, especially when I got to play around with their colors and gave them little friendship plushies as accessories! I'm only participating in 6 of the 7 days but there are other artists posting their work, so please check them out!

Please do not edit or repost without permission. (I edited my commission prices!)

#artists on tumblr #illustration #fanart #character design #Nevermore Week 2023 #nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #morella nevermore #lenore vandernacht #Morella #plushies #Please feel free to reblog!!#Or comment!#Nishat's doodles #The first time I tried making the text a gradient color but it felt fitting for today's prompt!

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hxlyhoax · 1 year

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Paralyzed

Based off of Paralyzed by Big Time Rush

Rowan Laslow x Reader

warning(s): I hate the ending. semi proof read. all mistakes are mine. if I need to add anything else let me know :)

You walked with Enid right by your side. You were new to Nevermore and she was showing you around while also keeping you up with the latest gossip around the school or in the next town over that was named Jericho.

“Dude” Xavier frowned at his roommate, hitting his arm. “Huh” the dazed boy let out, looking at the long haired boy. “You weren’t listening?”

Rowan shook his head, guilt clear in his features. “I got distracted.” he frowned, watching as Xavier furrowed his eyebrows and looked to where the shorter boy nodded his head. “Oh, They’re new.”

Rowan only nodded, biting his lip. You’d never notice him. He knew it. Xavier knew it. Hell, Enid probably already knew it.

The next time he saw you was when you were going against Bianca in fencing. He watched intensely as you and the siren went after each other, smiling once he realized you had won the match.

“Nice moves.” Bianca smiled, staring you down. “Thank you.” you nodded, smiling back before looking over to another student who wanted to go against you.

“You should talk to them.” Xavier whispered in the boys ear, smiling softly. “I- I can’t-” Rowan shook his head, taking a short breath. “And why is that?” the long haired boy frowned, tilting his head. “They’re out of my league. And i’ll make a fool out of myself if I do.” the boy frowned, looking to his roommate with a look similar to a wounded puppy. “Would you like me to talk to them for you?”

“You would do that?” Rowan asked, confused as why the boy who seemed to careless about him would help. “Yeah” Xavier nodded, looking towards you again, waving slightly when he noticed you were looking in their direction.

You waved back with a smile on your face. A smile that made Rowan melt. Oh, how he loved you.

The third time he saw you was at the carnival. You were accompanied by Xavier who was hopefully putting in a good word for him.

“So how are you liking Nevermore?” Xavier asked, smile on his face. “It’s alright” you shrugged, “Kind of like every other private school i’ve been to, just with more outcasts and I actually like the uniform.”

“You like the uniform?” the tall boy cringed, watching as you chuckled lightly and nodded. “Way better than my last ones. Those were hideous.”

“Do you like anyone?”

You stared at him for moment, head tilted. “I like a lot of people.”

“No, like like.”

“like like ?”

“like like.” Xavier nodded his head, trying to laugh at thought of you two just repeating two words. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think I know anyone that much to “like like” them.” you shrugged, “But I am curious about someone.”

“Oh? do tell.”

“This boy. He wears glasses. He’s-”

“Rowan. His name is Rowan. He’s my roommate actually.”

“Oh- Did I do something wrong? Because it seems like he’s always avoiding me.” you frowned, placing your hands in your pockets.

“Oh, no. I can promise you, you did nothing wrong. He’s just really awkward that’s all. But, if you liked to meet him I can set something up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” you shook your head, smiling softly. “But, thanks though.”

“No. I insist. He’s right over there actually.” Xavier pointed to a boy who was sitting alone at a bench. The same boy you had been curious about for weeks. The same boy you may have developed a little crush on. The same boy who-

“Well?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, let’s go.” you nodded, missing the way he inaudibly chuckled to himself.

“Rowan” Xavier called out as the both of you walked over, watching as he turned his head, eyes going wide at the sight of you. “Oh, hi.” the boy smiled, pushing his glasses up, doing his best to control his breathing, keeping a tight fist on his inhaler that was in his pocket. “Rowan this is Yn. Yn this is Rowan.”

“Hi, Yn.” Rowan nodded, staring at you for a few seconds before looking to the ground again. “Hi, Rowan. It’s nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot of good things actually.”

“Good things?” he asked, looking up, cheeks going red as Xavier winked at him. He really was playing wingman. And he’d forever be in debt to the psychic. “Yeah. You’ve got yourself a good wingman over here.” you chuckled, sitting across from him.

“Oh- Uhm- Wingman? No-”

You stared at him as he used his inhaler, frowning slightly. “Do I make you nervous?”

The boy in the glasses looked at you, swallowing silently. “Not in a bad way.”

“In a good way then?”

“He likes you.” Xavier cut off the awkward encounter. “Xav-”

“I like you too.”

Both boys looked over at you. Xavier smiling in triumph and Rowan in shock. “You do?” Rowan began to smile, setting his inhaler down, controlling his breaths once again. “I do.”

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow x you #hxlyhoax #hxlyhoax wednesday

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