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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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RUNNING LATE part 2

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader Summary: Xavier tries to make it up to you for standing you up Warnings: swearing Notes: she's a little short but it's ok! I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAD A GOOD CHRISTMAS AND HAD A GREAT DAY! I LOVE YOU ALL

Part 1

Xavier thought of everything he could do for you to forgive him, he felt horrible for standing you up and just wanted you to know that he does, infact like you.

"you have to help me! you know how I feel about her!" Xavier whined to Ajax

"I also know how much it hurt her knowing you weren't going to show up" his friend sighed.

Xavier came to him when he ran out of shitty ideas he came up with to get you to forgive him, and Ajax was friends with Enid, so Xavier thought he'd have some sort of idea of what to do.

"please man, I'm desperate" the artist pleaded

"what do you want me to even do?" the Gorgon questioned

"I don't know" Xavier groaned

"well then I don't think I can help you, and besides, if Enid knew I was helping the guy who hurt her closest friend I think she might take her claws out of me" Ajax shrugged

"I don't know how to make it up to her, I just- I really want to show her that I care, That I want her. but I don't know how" he gripped his hair frustratedly.

"I think you have to figure it out yourself, girls like it when it comes from the heart, that shows you really care, if you do something that people always do it's just like what's the point? did you even try?" Ajax chuckled

Xavier looked at the snake boy confused, like he was crazy for knowing all this. he shook it off and decided not to question the boy.

"alright, ok" Xavier shook his head, scratching his scalp

"well, I'll leave you to it" Ajax patted his friends back, leaving him on his own

"for fucks sake" the Thorpe boy face planted on hi bed, groaning and yelling in his pillow

He had thought of every possible idea but nothing seemed to be good enough, he had searched the internet and still nothing sparked his interest, let alone yours, he knew that if he were to try any of these you would probably punch him in the face before he could.

his mind was all over the place and he was tired from loss of sleep from it.

throughout the last few days he's been asked why he stood you up and what he was doing instead of being there and it really didn't help him with the fact he's trying to fix what he did.

He paced in his room, saying it over and over again, and groaning when he got it wrong

"hey, so I know what I did was wrong but I know how to make it up to you" he said aloud

"and then she slams the door in my face" he sighed as he played the fake situation in his head

"just ask her out, it's not that hard, Xavier. it's so simple" he threw his hand around

but he stopped and suddenly ran out his room, sneaking to the girls dorms

he lightly knocked on your door and waited for you to open it

"what do you want?" you rolled your eyes at the boy

"to talk" he replied simply and putting his foot between the door and the frame, to stop you from shutting the door if you tried

"I don't want to" you crossed your arms

"I don't care, you're going to listen" he fought

"I don't think I will" you huffed before walking back, going to shut the door

"no, you are" he stopped the door with his hand and pushed it back, stepping in the room and closing the door behind him

"Xavier I don't want you here" you stated agressively

"again, don't care so sit down and please shut your pretty face up" he pointed to your bed

"no" you scoffed

"alright fine" he sighed before starting

"I have spent the last few days working my ass off trying to figure out how to make it up to you, spent hours on hours and lost sleep over it, I feel absolutely fucking horrible and I know- It's mine and only my fault for that but I'm telling you this because I didn't have to do any of that" he ranted.

you backed up into your bed and let yourself sit down

"but I did, because I care about you and want you to know it. I spent hours and days trying to figure out what to do but I could of walked over here and said it, because nothing would be good enough, anything I could of done wouldn't of been good enough for you or myself because you deserve so much better and I know that" he continued

you didn't know what you were hearing, but it was exactly what you wanted to hear and more.

"I don't know why I went off with her, I told myself it was to take at least a minute to clear my head from you because ever since I asked you to the dance, you were and are all I can think about, Ajax was getting annoyed at me for talking about you non stop so I told myself to give myself at most an hour to stop myself from over thinking it and getting nervous about thinking about you"

a small smile made its way on your face as he continued

"and I think my mind liked having a break and just let itself forget the dance and the time and I just lost it, I care about you and I really wanted to go with you, I really like you and I just got caught up trying to get you off my mind for at least a minute, You can still hate me if you want but I just thought fuck it and to tell you" he finished, taking a deep breath as he finished his little speech.

you were silent for a while, thinking of what to say

"you're an idiot" you laughed softly

"I know" he replied sheepishly

"but that would have to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me" you admitted "and it was pretty shit" you joked

he looked down as he thought of something to say

"did you practice that?" you asked as you stood up from your bed

he shook his head as you walked closer to him

you took a deep breath "I forgive you Xavier" you whispered

"you do! I promise you I will never make you feel like that again, please give me another chance" he begged

"I'm not sure" you bit your lip nervously

"ok, that's fine, I'll um- I'll leave you be now" although he was sad you didn't give him another chance, he started walking away from a smile on his face

that was until he was stopped by weight on his back.

you had trailed after him and hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder blade

"you alright there?" he laughed at you

you hummed and nodded you head against his back. he turned around in your embrace and looked at you now snuggled up into his chest

"what's this for?" he raised an eyebrow

"You only get one more chance" you mumbled

he smiled widely and hugged you by the waist, pulling you closer

"I promise I'll make it worth your while" he kissed your head

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and @sanjuanas the part two to your request!

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Wednesday characters with a southern s/o

Wednesday: She has found you to have a very charming voice. She does not think your southern drawl is very hard to understand or very annoying but she won't tell you that, but it does get on her nerves when you occasionally use words that are grammatically incorrect. Such as saying "I seen.." She has explained to you that saying "I have seen.." would make more sense when recounting an event but if you keep doing it she does find a soft spot for it, she has learned to like your accent. It’s very attractive, especially the way you pronounce “Wednesday”. She enjoys that you can make all kinds of southern phrases sound lovely to her. She loves it when you call her your “little witch”, or your “mischief” Since she will often hear you call other people darling and sweetheart.

Enid: Having an attractive southern romantic partner is a treat that not many others have. Enid loves having a southern sweetheart in her life because you always treat her with respect and adoration. She thinks you're always extremely polite and chivalrous, opening doors for her and pulling her chair out at restaurants. She doesn't like it when others try to get you wound up and listen to your accent get thicker but does love hearing how you say the same thing as her just differently and it's always a surefire way to cheer her up.

Xavier: Oh, he thinks it's a lot of fun. He loves your southern drawl, and he finds it to be so cute and charming. Even when you get mad, and start swearing up a storm, he can't get mad it's just so adorable. It is a little annoying sometimes as not everyone understands your accent, which can cause some misunderstandings especially after he noticed your southern drawl gets a lot thicker when he teases you playfully. Loves it when you start being a bit sassy toward him if he pushes too far. When you both tease each other, you both can often go into a bit of a little argument, and he can tell your trying to resist laughing a bit it's actually really adorable to him.

Rowan: He thinks southern accents are the most attractive accents in the world. He can't get enough of your sweet southern accent and dialect. He absolutely melts whenever you say "y'all, bless your heart, sugar, baby, mama, honey, dear, sweetheart, babe, sweet-tea, etc", It's rough sometimes. Especially because you can speak too fast for him and sometimes the words just mash together like goulash. He'll think the biggest issue is when you use "y’all" because he keeps thinking you're talking to or about multiple people. But the real icing on the cake is when you say “I love you” or when you call him “Honey”.

Tyler: He thinks it can be frustrating sometimes because he has to concentrate on everything you say or tell you to repeat/slow down so he feels like he has a chance. He has wished you would just be quiet sometimes and stop speaking like he teases by saying, cowboy. Your accent was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you though. It’s unique and not everyone gets to hear it every day. It’s just adorable but he was confused when you said you liked his accent even if it is to tease him.

Ajax: It was not easy to understand you in the beginning. But once he got used to the accent, he found your accent absolutely cute he guesses he is now used to it and he likes it even if people do have to come to him asking what it was you said. He finds it unique and it makes you special to him. (If you were to try to get rid of your accent or hide it, that would feel like some part of you was gone and he wouldn’t like that. A thick accent is actually part of who you are).

Bianca: She thinks having a southern romantic partner is lovely but also a challenge in some ways. You both come from different backgrounds and you each want the other to embrace your cultures. This is great because it brings more color and culture into your lives and your relationship. However, it can also create tension since you both need to learn to appreciate and respect the other's culture. The challenge is worth it, but it does take effort and compromise. In the end, has really come to enjoy when you sweet talk her more so when you will use words commonly regarded as a sign of endearment such as "darling" and "sweetheart" to describe her as you think that she is most pleasant and attractive.

#wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thrope x reader #rowan laslow x reader #tyler galpin x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday hcs #thank you to the anon that requested this!

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boojangs · 6 months

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@blackenheartbutterfly this was hard because I absolutely loathe the smell of coffee 😂😂

Enid makes Wednesday a coffee body scrub, because of course she does 🖤🩷

Enid was something of a chemist, if you ever asked her what her hobbies included. She dabbled in all wares of self-care, from lotions, to creams, to any scrubs, even scented candles. Her nose was strong and sensitive, could pick up nuances in her creations with better ease than a bloodhound. She loved when things smelled nice, loved when she could change an entire mood, just by finding the proper scent. When she started rooming with Wednesday that first year, she learned that she smelled of peppermint and old books, metal polish, and a hint of something delightfully smokey. It was her favorite scent, especially since they’d started properly dating. She stole Wednesday’s hoodie as often as she could, sometimes even directly off her girlfriend, whenever she needed to be surrounded by the familiar, comforting scent.

She also learned that Wednesday was absolutely obsessed with coffee.

Enid was fully convinced that if she were to crack Wednesday Addams open, coffee would spill out. She learned how to make Wednesday’s preferred cup at the very beginning of her relationship, so that the antisocial seer could skip one more step in her usual morning routine: black with a dash of cinnamon.

It was after discovering this little fact about her girlfriend that Enid started toying around with the idea of a body scrub, handcrafted and perfectly tailored for her tiny paramour. Thing was her right-hand man in her different efforts, spending weeks trying to perfect the right amount of scent and the proper amount of grit, sure Wednesday would love the extra scrubbing power while in the shower. She’d tried it on herself and tried in on Thing, the deep, earthy aroma finally just the perfect amount of the well-loved brew that Wednesday enjoyed so much.

She flitted off to Jericho for a proper jar, none of her others the proper feel for such a gift, Thing perched on her shoulder as she shifted through the weird parts at Uriah’s Heap, the wolf eventually stumbling upon a skull-shaped mason jaw. Enid squeaked when she found it, quickly snatching it up and ringing out with Connie, the blonde skipping happily down the street to start on her brisk walk back to the academy. She hit the campus, already knowing that Wednesday was with Eugene, the time to collect their latest batch of honey upon the Hummers this time of year.

Enid sprinted up to their dorm and let Thing down onto their spare bed, the wolf disappearing into her closet for her stash of black-hued trimmings, sure to always keep something on hand, for the amount of times she found herself showering her girlfriend with gifts. She prepared everything perfectly, screwing on the lid to her jar and wrapping it in layers of black tissue paper, finishing the gift with a small, black metallic bow. She left it on the edge of her desk for Wednesday’s inevitable return as she got down to her own work, a K-pop playlist blaring in the background.

She heard familiar footsteps after a while, Enid cutting the music and snatching up her gift, keeping it hidden behind her back as she rocked on the balls of her feet, excitedly awaiting the return of her favorite person.

Wednesday sighed as she cracked the door open, weary from so much work out in the shed, her shoulders unfairly tight as she shrugged off her backpack, and looked up, noticing the excitable air about her girlfriend. Her face wrinkled in curiosity as she walked to meet Enid, her lips pursed as she peered up into those pretty blue eyes.

“You are excited,” she blinked at the eager nod, her arms absently folding as she openly surveyed the blonde, still in her uniform, “Have I missed something, querida?”

Enid snorted out a small laugh, shaking her head as she lifted one of her hands to lovingly tug on the corner of Wednesday’s lapel, “No, silly, you haven’t missed anything! I got you something, though,” she brought the gift out from behind her back, and presented the small bundle, “Ta-da!”

Wednesday glanced down at the small gift, her ears tipped red at the unsolicited present before reaching out to accept it, surprised at the weight as it settled in her palm. Her eyes flicked up to Enid, her flush darkening to a scarlet red as she read the happiness on Enid’s face, her heart flustering at how deeply it managed to always affect her.

She paced a step away as she unwrapped the hefty gift, her brows furrowing as she uncovered the skull-shaped jar, turning her head back toward Enid in mild confusion. The blonde chuckled and walked over, holding her hand out for the trash before nodding toward the jar.

“Wens, you have to open it,” she teased, and bent down to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

The seer nodded absently and screwed the lid off, the delectable smell of coffee immediately permeating her senses, her lashes fluttering slightly at the lovely aroma. Wednesday turned back to Enid, a silent question pressed into her face that had Enid grinning brightly in response.

“It’s a body scrub! I made it myself. Took forever to get the smell right, I had SO much tweaking to do. I figured you could use it whenever you wanted something different.”

Wednesday nodded, bending her head down to get a proper sniff before dipping her finger into the strange scrub, “Thank you, querida, this was unexpected.”

Enid wriggled her shoulders in excitement, Wednesday wandering back to her girlfriend to properly kiss her in hello and in thanks before closing the lid up tight, and leaving it off in the shower stall for later.

She didn’t miss the way Enid’s face lit up when she escaped the bathroom after her shower that night, her cheeks warm with affection at the thoughtful gift, the smell of coffee permanently ingrained into her skin.

She LOVED it.

#wenclair

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talesofesther · 1 year

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while wednesday addams isnt what society deems romantic, shes definitely a little jar of romance in her own way. i feel like wednesday would take ages to loosen up around you, but once she does shes following you around like a lost puppy. but she is doing it in her own way of course, she'll also never admit to anyone that shes completely and utterly besotted with you.

you would probably have to be patient and willing to try and teach wednesday about her feelings and what's going on in the early stages of your relationship, either you or enid and enid would probably scare wednesday off with her "loathsome excitement"

anyways, im done rambling now. youre a terrific writer <33

Yes, I absolutely agree with everything.

Contrary to what Wednesday herself might believe — or want — I noticed that she creates bonds with people quite quickly, Enid being a good example; Tyler too, despite what happened, because all it took was him taking the time to understand her and indulge her ideas for her to genuinely like him. And to her own surprise, she doesn't like being lonely.

And that's reason enough for me to believe she'd be a romantic in her own way, as you said.

She might not be one to fall easily, but I feel like when she does, it won't easily go away either. Tho she's definitely one of the worst people handling these feelings, so give her some time and help her out along the way. I feel like she would have some trouble expressing herself too; I doubt she'd use words while doing so, simple acts for showing she cares would probably be the easiest way for her to let you know she does care. Like for example;

It's a given that she'd have that soft spot for you and only you. She'd allow you to touch her more, enjoy it even. I feel like she would like to include you in the things she does, from investigations to vengeance plotting against her classmates (especially when you accept this side of her, girl's gonna be whipped). She would definitely have some possessiveness to her. She would care about your opinion. And she would do little thoughtful things for you; like grabbing some extra food when you're late for lunch, bluntly telling you how much you suck at a certain discipline only to immediately help you with it, sending Thing over to your room to check on you if you haven't seen each other for a while... And yes, she definitely does want to at least have you in her line of sight at least most of the time.

Like genuinely, you'd have to give her time, space if she needs it (just not too much, she wouldn't want that either), feelings are not easy for her to understand, but as she herself said, she's evolving; and I feel like that, after she understands that you wouldn't push her to do anything she doesn't want to, and most especially, you would never break her trust, Wednesday would be the most loyal, attentive and devoted partner you could ever ask for.

I rambled too lol.

Thank you by the way, this means a lot — I feel like I'm repeating myself, but all of your messages literally mean the world to me. <3

#ask #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader

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adriennebarnes · 9 months

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How You Get The Girl

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Hispanic!Reader, Ajax x Enid (platonic)

Summary: Ajax has a crush on Y/N, a new student, and asks Enid for help

Warning: spelling errors as always

A/N: I AM SO SORRY!!! I was in Mexico for 2 weeks, very lovely, I’m taking driving lessons, absolutely terrible, and now I am crushing on Chris Evans so that fixation has taken over my tumblr feed. And now I’m watching Star vs. The Forces of Evil so now all of my Hispanic Y/Ns will have her personality

Most people believe that Nevermore Academy is the only school for supernatural children. However, there are schools around the world. Much like there’s Hogwarts and Ilvermorny, Nevermore is the American school, Wormwood is the UK school etc., and Belladonna is the Latin American school, the school where Y/N transferred from.

Y/N transferred from Belladonna 2 weeks ago and she was very good friends with Enid. Ajax has been crushing on her since she was introduced in botany class. Ever since that day, the little things Y/N did like talk to the animals that wander on campus made him like her more. He was now at a lunch table with Kent while he looks at Y/N who was sitting with Enid.

“Dude, you’re staring again.” Kent said as he ate his sandwich.

“Sorry.” Ajax said while eating his lunch.

“I’m telling you, it’s creepy. It’s been two weeks and all you do is stare at her. How about you ask her out? What’s the worst that can happen?” Kent asked.

“She rejects me, she laughs in my face, Enid records the rejection and posts it on her blog.” Ajax said.

“Nah, she’s too sweet to laugh in your face and let Enid film it.” Kent said.

“Either way, even if I did want to ask her out, I wouldn’t know how.” Ajax said. Kent was going to say something when Ajax saw Enid get up from her table with Y/N. “Enid, Enid, hold up!” Ajax said as he got up, following Enid.

“Hey Ajax, what did you want to talk about?” Enid asked.

“You’re good friends with Y/N, right?” Ajax asked.

“Yeah, I know her pretty well, why do you ask?” Enid asked.

“No reason. Does she have a boyfriend…or girlfriend back home?” Ajax asked.

“As far as I’m aware, she is very single. What’s with the questions? No way! You like Y/N, oh my gosh, this so perfect.” Enid said excitedly.

“Why is it perfect? Does she like me too?” Ajax asked.

“She thinks you’re cute.” Enid admitted.

“I Can work with that. So what does she like? I want to ask her out.” Ajax said.

“Ooh, we need to plan this, just let me talk to Y/N more, maybe I can get some…useful information, you know, help you out.” Enid said.

“Thanks, Enid! You’re the best” Ajax said, hugging her. He then went back to sit with Kent.

“Oh, i know.” Enid commented and she went to her dorm that she shares with Y/N. Enid was watching a movie on her laptop with Y/N came in. “Hey, where did you go?”

“Yoko needed help with some botany homework, you know, the one where you match the picture to the scientific names of the plants? Anyway, what you doing?” Y/N asked.

“Im watching 10 Things I Hate About You, such a great movie.” Enid said.

“I loved it when Patrick sang for Kat, so cute! I mean, it also helps that it was Heath Ledger.” Y/N said.

“Would you like someone to dedicate a song to you like that?” Enid asked.

“I don’t know, I think it depends on the person, you know.” Y/N commented.

“So that’s a definite maybe..” Enid mutters as she took note of it. “Since you grow and control plants, do you have a favorite flower?”

“I like peonies, I blame Gossip Girl though.” Y/N said and Enid made a note of it.

“I like peonies too. If someone were to ask you out, do you want it to be like this big thing or something small?” Enid asked.

“Something small is preferable.” Y/N said. They kept talking until Enid texted Ajax to meet her in the library, she had everything she needed.

“Im gonna go to the library to do some homework, I’ll be back in a few hours.” Enid said.

“What kind of homework are you doing? Maybe I can help.” Y/N said.

“It’s some dumb monster anatomy homework, you don’t take that class.” Enid said. She went to the library and found Ajax sitting at a table.

“Hey, so what dos you find out?” Ajax asked.

“She likes peonies, of you’re going to ask her out, make sure it’s like a small thing, maybe private, nothing too big. She’s a dessert person so maybe if you can like send her boxes of desserts everyday until the day you ask her out would be perfect! Like imagine, one day you send mini cupcakes, the next day a mini chocolate cheesecake, then brownies, then a small flan, and lastly you send a box of frosted cookies that spell out ‘will you go out with me?’ And you appear with a bouquet of peonies! That would be so cute!” Enid exclaimed as she grabbed Ajax by the shoulders and shook him with excitement.

“How many romance movies have you seen?” Ajax asked.

“I’ve seen a lot, not gonna lie. Now, how are you going to do this? Are you going to order from the bakery? Are you going to bake? Ooh, can I help you bake please?” Enid asked.

“Yeah sure, you can help me bake.” Ajax said and Enid squealed excitedly, hugging him.

“This is going to be ADORABLE, I’m so excited. I’m gonna start looking up recipes, I’ll send them to you so you can buy the ingredients.” Enid said.

“Why do I have to buy the ingredients?” Ajax asked and enid rolled her eyes.

“You have money, you’re asking her out, you’re paying. We’re baking Sunday night, I’m thinking chocolate cupcakes, we’re making our own frosting, everything has to be done from scratch, okay?” Enid said.

“Why scratch?” Ajax asked.

“It’s more romantic that Way, it says you put thought into it. Now I need to look up recipes on TikTok, I learn more visually.” Enid said as she left Ajax.

Ajax was in over his head. All of this for a girl who might say no. What if she thinks it’s too cheesy or if it doesn’t taste good?

Sunday night, Enid and Ajax were in the kitchen with flour on their faces and aprons.

“You set the timer, right?” Enid asked.

“Yeah i did, don’t worry.” Ajax said. When the timer went off, Ajax got the oven mitts that Enid brought and took the mini cupcakes out of the oven. He places it on the kitchen counter. “We gotta wait a little before tasting it but it looks pretty good, what do you think?” Ajax asked.

“It rose pretty well. Do you want to pipe on the frosting or do you want the cupcakes to have that flat look?” Enid asked as she showed Ajax the pictures as example.

“Piped, but not too high.” Ajax said, once the cupcakes cooled off, Ajax took one out of the pan and took a bite, “this is pretty good.” Ajax said and took another bite. Enid took another cupcake out of the pan and hit it.

“Ooh, the cupcake is kinda dense, it’s perfect for a chocolate cupcake! Now let’s see if the frosting we made is good too.” Enid grabbed a butter knife to smear the frosting on where she But it and finished off the cupcake. “It’s perfect!”

The two poured the frosting into a piping bag and began frosting the remainder cupcakes. Ajax puts the ones for Y/N in a box, in the fridge. The rest, Ajax and Enid split between them evenly, and they went to their rooms.

“What you got there?” Kent asked.

“You know, Enid and I were baking, don’t laugh, so I can ask out Y/N, now you can laugh.” Ajax said.

“I’m not gonna laugh, how douchey do you think I am? I think it’s kinda nice, how male wife of you,” Kent snickered.

“Ha ha, taste the cupcakes, I think they turned out pretty good.” Ajax gave Kent the container. Kent opened up the container and took a cupcake and tasted it.

“Very good, how are you planning to ask out Y/N anyway?” Kent asked, eating the cupcake.

“Enid came up with the plane, a week of dessert and the final one is frosted cookies with writing that spell out the sentence ‘will you go out with me’ and I appear with a bouquet of peonies.” Ajax stated.

“How many movies does Enid watch anyway?” Kent asked,

“Apparently a lot, but let’s see how it goes.” Ajax said.

Monday afternoon. Ajax made sure that Enid and Y/N were talking so he could have enough time to leave the cupcakes on her bed with a note. Enid texted Ajax that Y/N was coming so Ajax ran down the hall to hide. Y/N entered her room.

“Huh, what’s this?” Y/N asks herself as she opened the note. “‘You’re as sweet as the frosting i made, enjoy -A’ interesting.” Y/N said and she opened up the box and tasted the cupcake. “These are great, oh my gosh.” Ajax smiled when he heard that. He walked away and Enid entered the room.

“Ooh, where did you get the cupcakes?” Enid asked.

“Apparently they’re from a secret admirer. But I love these cupcakes.” Y/N said.

“That’s great.” Enid said.

So that’s how the week went, Ajax and Enid bake the night before and leave it in the fridge til it’s time to give Y/N the treat. Now that it’s Friday, enid had to keep Y/N in the room to give Ajax enough time to buy a bouquet of peonies despite them not being in season.

Ajax took the cookies out of his room and place them nicely in order with the bouquet in hand. He left the box on the floor and knocked on the door, running down the hall so Y/N doesn’t see him.

“Ooh, lets see what’s the dessert today.” Y/N said to herself as she opened the box. “‘Will you go out with me?’ Who sent this?” And Ajax appears in Y/N’s line of vision.

“I did” Ajax said and Y/N looked delightfully surprised.

“You bought all these postres?” Y/N asked.

“I actually made them. Enid helped.” Ajax admitted.

“That’s really sweet of you. Enid, you’re such a good friend.” Y/N said, looking behind her.

“Anytime, girl.” Enid said.

“So, will you go out with me?” Ajax asked.

“I will. This was too cute to say no to.” Y/N said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it. I was thinking about “match made in Hollywood” and I was thinking instead of writing their events in the story chapters, I should write separate drabbles of the events. So you know how Ajax has a puppy interview with buzzfeed? Instead of rushing the interview on the chapter, I write a separate drabble of just the puppy interview. Sí me entienden, verdad? Anyway, my writing is rusty, this one shot felt like 11 year old me wrote it but I tried, that’s what counts. So these are treats Ajax baked so you’ll have an idea

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #latinx #romance #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax wednesday

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ornii · 1 year

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Crossing a Black Cat

Wednesday Addams X Male Reader

I decided to do a few cute little short series based off of the Bitterly Beautiful Story since everyone seems to love it, this one is my favorite so far.

After defeating Crackstone with his soon to be wife and defeating Thornhill, (Y/n) regained his sight due to odd circumstances. With everything that happened, Nevermore seems to be finally at peace for now and he, Wednesday and Enid can finally live “Normal” lives. Well as “Normal” as these three can get. Their relationship was strengthened after the events of Nevermores near collapse. (Y/n) lies on Enids bed next to her, looking at his hands. Enid looks at hers.

“It’s Just, Different.. actually being able to see it instead of just making out a shape.” He says.

“Seeing colors must be new too Huh?” Enid asks.

“Well, I’ve seen them before, just not long since I’d end up vaporizing whatever I looked at so, I never got a chance to really look at color before… it’s, so off putting.” He said, “I have you and Wednesday to thank for this.” He smiles at Enid and she does as well, they turn to Wednesday, who was typing her novel.

“Babe.” He says.

“I asked you to refrain from the pet names for now, they give me nausea.” She says.

“Wouldn’t you like that though?” Enid asks and Wednesday paused to consider this.

“… You’re right, you can continue the pet names.” She said.

“Quick turnaround.” He says sarcastically as he stands up and approaches Wednesday and gets behind her, his palms gently wrapping around her waist. And a small kiss was placed on her neck. Wednesday sighed, but it was a mixture of annoyance of being touched, and relief that his love for her was genuine and true.

“So, any updates my little Black Cat?” He says and Wednesday stops typing.

“My progress has gone on blissfully, but it seems a certain warlock wishes to impede my progress by distracting me with his toxic affection.” Wednesday keeps her eyes focus but has the tiniest smirk on her face, he chuckles and kisses her cheek.

“I love you, you know that.” He says, and Wednesday purses her lips.

“I… despise you as well.” She says, she admitted her love only once, after (Y/n) came back seemingly from the hospital, after making a joke at her expense she rightfully let him have it, and before the two began to express their repressed lust for each other in front of Enid, who didn’t mind. She sits on her bed smiling at the two, her best friend and her bestie, together as a couple? She literally couldn’t ask for anything better, besides a double date with Nevermore’s premiere couple and her and Ajax. She gets up all giddy and smiles.

“You two are just, so adorbs, so…” Enid begins.

“So?” The two ask her.

“Why don’t we, Double Date?” Enid says, much to the amusement of (Y/n) and Absolute displeasure of Wednesday.”

“That sounds—“ (Y/n) was ready to say something positive, until Wednesday cuts him off.

“Positively Awful.” Wednesday says.

“What? That sounds great, We’ve never went on an official date since you absolutely despise human interaction besides me and a select few people, I’d be nice to be with you and with some friends to boot.” (Y/n) says to Wednesday who’s cold demeanor halts his warming up of her to the suggestion.

“Enid, if you know what’s good for you—“

“Wednesday… what did I said about thickly veiled threats if things don’t go well for you?” He says.

“I am not your pet, I do whatever I please. And I shall not participate in this.” Wednesday said, and (Y/n) and Enid smirk.

“Okay.” Enid says standing up, “I’ll cancel the embalming lesson at the morgue.” Enid says, to Wednesday shock.

“…Embalming?” She asks.

“Well we had planned for you and I to take that class, Ajax and Enid just wanted to do the make up for the bodies.”

“They super creep me out but I’m an awesome stylist!”

Wednesday looked at the two, actually at a loss for words.

“So, in Order for you to get this, double date.” He says.

“Emotional Blackmail, it seems I am rubbing off on you more than I expected, fine.” Wednesday admits to the smirk and joy of the two.

“Good, im kidding though, now let me go get my jacket.” He says and leaves for his dorm, Enid was all giddy trying on outfit combinations. Wednesday says nothing as Enid drones on and on, she suddenly stands up and walks to her bed and begins to fiddle with something under it, a notebook, she opens it up and flips though the pages.

“I think this is too chice, but maybe this is too mob fashion? I— Wednesday?” Enid asks, and slowly approaches.

“Whatcha doin?”

“Considering the use of this.” Wednesday says.

“And what is that?” Enid asks cautiously.

“(Y/n) refuses to teach me the Irish tounge in order to curse people, he said Id use it to curse those who give me a minor inconvenience, as if he doesn’t trust me.. so I’ve been gathering information and deciphering from what curses and spells he’s casted in my presence.

“Okay, what are you doing right now?”

“Cursing him.” Wednesday responds.

“Well.. sounds like he had you pegged right, Wednesday is this about the double date? You seriously can’t just enjoy yourself with him?” Enid argues and it turns into a classic argument. As (Y/n) was walking back to their dorm room, he suddenly saw a flash of green light from the window. Fearing the worst he ran up with speed, eventually he bursts into the room to see the oddest scene he’s even laid eyes upon, Enid and Wednesdays clothes were on the floor, and on Wednesdays bed was a, Black cat. It was being barked at by a large golden retriever.

“…What the hell?” He says, the Retriever quickly turns to him and rushes, cuddling up to him and barking and whining, she had a beautiful coat and looked like an amazing dog.

“I am so confused…” he says, until he notices that this retriever has.. Pink highlights in its fur, just like..

“Enid?” He asks, and the dog wags her tail vigorously.

“Okay If You’re Enid sit.” He says and the dog does it, without question. A look of puzzled but also stunned realization comes on his face.

“What happened?! Why are you a dog? And why are you such a good girl? Yes she is!” He says scratching her Neck which instinctively makes her all giddy again.

“Who did this?” He asks and she turns to the black cat and growls, he calms her down and approaches the cat who’s calmly sitting down on the bed.

“…Wednesday?” He says to tue cat who Just glares at him.

“You can’t be serious.” He says and kneels down to see her face to face, his eyes looking deep into her golden yellow eyes and pitch black iris.

“What did you do? Why are you a a cat?” He says and reaches out to pet her, she hisses and he reels his hand back.

“Yeah, totally Wednesday.” He says, “Okay, any idea what happened?” He says and Wednesday walks over to the book lying on the ground, (Y/n) picks it up and sees the Irish translations.

“We’re you casting this curse? I don’t recognize it, seems like you just made one up which subsequently turns you into animals, awesome… which means there’s no counter curse for it.” He says, which makes Enid sit there sadly whining, she turns her anger back to Wednesday, Growling. The Cat hissed back, it seems the two were having an argument about this, while he couldn’t understand it, you could tell Enid was rightfully pissed.

“Enid don’t be too angry, there isn’t a counter curse for it yet. I can finally put my name in the annals of history as the master of the counter curse to the, curse that doesn’t even have a name yet so I can’t be a curse— god dammit.” He says, (Y/n) sees Wednesdays writing so he knows it was her. He turns to the cat, who looks obviously angry.

“You wrote this, didn’t you?” He says, and Wednesday let’s put a small, unenthusiastic meow.

“I can’t understand that but from your tone I’m going to say yes, it’ll take me a while to develop the counter for it so…” he says and heads to the door.

“I’ll have to do some research, you guys comin?” He says and like the loyal pet she is Enid follows, Wednesday does with much less enthusiasm. Everyone watches as (Y/n) walks to the Library with a dog and a, Cat? (Y/n) enters and quickly begins to scan the shelves for a specific book, books related to curses and magic charms, taking Wednesdays notes he begins to compare the notes to what Irish curses he can find. It took him a few good hours to decipher it all.

“Hmm. Okay.. Okay! I can see what you tried to do, make me into a mindless thrall Wednesday.” He says annoyed, Wednesdays feline eyes just looked away.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He says and begins to procure the items for a counter curse, the first thing he does is head to the first for certain plants, Angelia roots and Five finger grass. But it was mostly him playing fetch with Enid with a random stick he found while Wednesday watches from a tree.

The next step was much less simple, to refine counter curse dust from a rock, which was mostly him hitting it with a knife while the two watch, and after gathering the other ingredients from Thornhills former class, which Wednesday was pushing glass bottles over, but regardless he was ready.

Be brought a cauldron into his room and sat it down, casting magic to set it aflame, after mixing everything into it and letting the flames heat it up, the liquid soon turns to a murky oil like substance.

“Alright, the Counter curse should be done in maybe an hour, only thing we can do now is wait.” He says, an unknown amount of time has passed and (Y/n) sits in a chair at his desk writing, listening to music as Wednesday sat next to him on his desk, she slowly began to curl up into a ball to sleep. Enid was at his feet, snuggled up to his leg.

“You know, this is why I don’t trust you with magic, you’re impulsive, too forward…” he begins, Wednesday opens one eye, but listens to more.

“But that’s why I love you so much, you’re so dispassionate and, but somehow so honest with yourself that I can’t really deny it. I just wish you understood that I’d do anything for you, that you don’t have to put on this act.” He admits, Wednesday considers this and closes her eyes again.

An hour later and everything is finally back, he has a cup of the odd liquid.

“Okay, the fumes from this counter curse should lift the spell, when I put it into the goblet and set it aflame. The fumes should fill the room and lift the curse. I’ll leave the room once that happens.” He says, the two look at him a bit puzzled.

“… You two lost your clothes when you transformed, so when you turn back you’ll be naked, do you really want me to be in the room when that happens?” He asks.

Enid and Wednesday growl and hiss.

“Thought so.” He says laughing and pours some into a goblet and lights it, the heavy fumes begin to emit and he steps out. He waits for a few minutes and hears a sigh of relief from Enid.

“Finally! I thought I was gonna be eating kibble forever!”

It was silent for a few minutes until he hears the door open, Wednesday steps out and the two look at each other.

“Okay, how do you feel?” He asks, she quickly wraps her arms around his neck in a deep hug, he was taken aback for the moment until he slowly accepts it and hugs her back.

“I … I as afraid I’d be the foolish feline forever, when Enid and I were arguing I cast a curse out of spite, I was wrong and.. I’m sorry.” Wednesday admits.

“You hate social interaction so much you’d curse me to be your thrall for all eternity just to miss a double date?” You say, Wednesday was dead silent for what seems to be forever.

“…Yes.” She replies and (Y/n) just laughs, he softly clenches his face and kisses her smoothly.

“You are a force of nature, but I love you, so.. are you “Feline-fine?” He asks.

“.. Yes I am fine.” Wednesdays responds.

“Good, because that was a Cat-tastrophe.”

“Stop it.”

“Why? Are you getting mad at me my Smitten Kitten.”

“I am going to scratch your eyeballs out..”

“Heh, I’d expect nothing less.. meow— ouch!”

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows With Tides -9

But I’ll know ch 9

word count: 5.7k

warnings: gore, killing, death, violence, angst, swearing, tiny bit of fluff, (read at your own risk)

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader

A/N: now we can get off of this angst era, I kinda feel like the ending is a little rushed but I didn’t want these lil guys to fight. Enjoy.

You’ve been eluded for days now; Wednesday hasn’t talked to you. Enid won’t even look at you, if she did, the blonde gave you the most aghast face. It shattered you just like last time.

Before, when you sat with Wednesday’s group during a break, you’d have a silent conversation with her. If lucky she’d break a tiny grin, you would always nudge her, teasing for more reactions out of her.

Now if you even brushed Wednesday, you’d get the death stare, not her impish one. The one she gives anyone she doesn’t trust. Why? Why does she look at you like that? You could only beg in an echo, something that would never reach Wednesday. Pleading her to stop, you craved any other look than this, the look if you were a barbaric animal.

This time you tried to get a reaction. Everyone else in their own conversation, still it was too quiet for you.

“Wednesday.” You whispered, tenderly kicking her foot with yours.

She stared haft lidded, oh it was enticing… Wednesday reminds you of all the other outcast, sharp gaze like the fangs of vampires, alluring words parallel to a siren’s song, robust as the wild dogs, colder than the excelling creations Gorgons chisel with looks.

“What’s up with you?” Your tone imploring.

She didn’t say anything, but you could see hesitation flux out of her. It was subtle, her facial movements puzzled in a tug of war, weighing the options of speaking or silence. You wanted to hear her talk, shout, whisper, anything than this detestable taciturnity.

Those soliciting eyes of yours meant nothing to the girl in front of you. Wednesday went back to neglecting you. Regret showered your bloody heart, it started to drown you, filling you up till the pressure crushed that slow-beating heart. It was so much you didn’t even know what you regretted, asking her what was wrong? Collaborating with her on the project? Dueling her?

— — —

Wednesday worked on her typewriter, the clacking was her music a paradisiacal symphony, maybe even white noise. Anything to drown out her thoughts, the way you looked at her was singed inside her husky dark eyelids. The eyes you gave her were absolutely heartsick an awful word, but it was the truth, those entreating eyes crying out for recognition.

Soft knocks on her door captured Wednesday’s attention. It was most likely Bianca getting something for Enid, she didn’t bang on the door like Yoko and Divina. Wednesday stared at Thing to get the door, he followed suit. Getting on his stool, reaching out for the handle before twisting it open. He dropped down to look up at the guest, the hand panicked, scurrying off to Wednesday. Thing made his signals, she almost reciprocated the feeling, her head turning with haste.

When she made eye contact with you everything paused. That damn look. Why are you so full of dolor? It was cracking Wednesday, but she remembered why she’s so agitated with you.

Wednesday turned back around to her typewriter “Why are you here?” Her voice colder than the dead.

You immediately became sheepish, your voice just above a wind whisper. “You’ve been acting weird to me, and you won’t talk to me about it.”

Wednesday still hasn’t turned. “Who says I have to talk to you about things.”

You got defensive, “so I can comprehend why you’re treating me like this. Like some outcast.” Walking closer to the girl.

“That is what you call yourself, an outcast. I say that’s an understatement.” Wednesday changed the paper in her typewriter, you getting closer had her on edge not fearful but vigilant. It hurt you to notice this, this animal treatment agonized you.

“What do you mean?” Your face twisted with bemusement.

Wednesday dithered before making up her mind, she opened a side drawer to her desk, sounds of paper and plastic filled her silence. The motions she was making was gutting you with apprehension. Wednesday stopped before slowly lifting a plastic packet, she didn’t look away from her typewriter. The girl slammed the drawer shut, it startled you, but her slapping the packet against the free space of the desk made you jump.

“Why are you scared? You can’t be scared; it makes you weak. People depend on you if you’re scared then what will happen? Your whole team is scared, then they break, if they break you die, do you understand Y/n? They will die. You will be the reason for those deaths, again… Y/n you came to us, so you survive and make sure that incident never happens again. This is your second chance. Now fix yourself, and

Pick it up….” A deep female voice demanded. “Pick it up.” Wednesday demanded.

You wanted to puke; every step you took gave weight to the next one. The sun’s gravity was pulling you down, you felt compressed. When you lifted your hand to grab the packet, you trembled, fighting this nonexistent weight, it was deplorable. Lifting it to read was worse, everything was blurry, words were jumbled the black on parts were confusing you, then you understood what was in your hands. You didn’t have to read anything else, you’ve read it to many times before, for hours you reread all these papers, stared at the photos for days. Fear was recouped with pique.

“Wednesday, what the fuck do I have in my hands.” Your voice filled with acid.

“You seem to know what it is.” She still isn’t looking at you.

You slithered your hand on the back of her chair, the grip was machine tight. “Look at me and tell me why I’m holding this.”

She understood your feelings now, nonchalantly Wednesday turned her head up to looked into your eyes, were they shaking?

“Wednesday speak, why the fuck do you have this.” You looked rabid; you weren’t actually going to do anything right?

“I did a little digging on you.” Wednesday was holding a ground that wasn’t hers.

“Because I didn’t tell you?” You were so vexed you started to laugh.”You have this shit because I didn’t tell you why I’m here? Wednesday do you understand how narrow minded that sounds?” You turned her chair so her whole body could face you.

Wednesday took offense, “This isn’t part of your fucking wanna be cases, that is government shit. I let you off the hook with the Tyler papers, thinking you would know better the next time. But of course, I forget you never change for anyone, it's always Wednesday’s way, isn’t it? Then you want to be mad at me? How is that fair!”

Wednesday understood she was wrong but doesn’t mean accept the fact, “You killed a five-year-old girl.” Her voice a whisper, she looked at you through her bangs.

Removing your hand from the chair, you leaned on the desk. Wednesday felt free from a trap. “You don’t even know the story.” You lower your voice.

“I think I do.” Wednesday of course did not.

If she thought you were calm, she should rethink. “Think fucking again, if you did Wednesday, I wouldn’t be in this room yelling at you! If you knew then you wouldn’t have those papers.”

The girl got up from the chair, “Then tell me. Give me an excuse to why you mutilated a five-year-old child.” Wednesday challenged.

“I didn-, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it; I was five and I didn’t know what I could do.” You scratched the desk paint, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

“How do you accidentally do that? Have you seen the photos, the autopsy? What did she do that made you ‘accidentally’ butcher her?” Wednesday wrangled you for more, her arms crossed unimpressed.

“Fuck, yes, I’ve seen the photos, I lived through it! And she didn’t do anything-“

She cut you off “-She was innocent? An innocent girl killed while you’re living scotch free, clearly you snaked out of a sentence.” Wednesday scoffed.

Why can’t she listen? It was an accident, you’re not free, you have to live in guilt of Khuld’s death. Was your upbringing not your sentence? Was the banishment not a pronouncement?Capitulating love wasn’t the verdict? Did you even love her? Someone who loves someone would never do what you did. Khuld loved you till her hapless death.

You were mess, sweating, shaking, a complete eyesore in front of Wednesday. You hadn’t said anything, just short heaving breaths of anger. You couldn’t look at Wednesday, you set your glare behind her. The grip on the table was tenacious, the wood started to get shallow.

Wasn’t Wednesday no better than you? She attempted to kill her fellow students, put people in detriment for her own gain, beat her teacher!

You two aren’t level, she had reasons that were warranted. You killed because of a little headache? Because you were in pain and angry?

“It makes you no different from Kader.” A deeper corse voice replayed.

Snapping and crushing replaced your taciturnity, a painful sting you drew out of this mental abuse. “You broke my desk...” Wednesday said. Turning your head to the table, she was right. The sharp corner of her deep ebony desk was demolished. Not only that, the shards and splinters were burrowed into the palm of your hand, crafting ridged deep bloody grooves. The warm liquid fell onto the once corner, it caressed the pieces while gravity pulled it farther down.

You stuttered “Oh shit. Im sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Well, your whole body stuttered, indecisive on what to do, Wednesday helped you figure that out.

“That’s what you claimed about the girl.” She mumbled.

You dropped your jaw, “My gods! Are you just trying to ignore me?! Why can’t you listen for once! For once in your life listen to people and just try to not criticize them! For one second Wednesday!” Your body was animated, while you threw your hands in the air, droplets of blood were getting everywhere, floors, walls, her bed, the typewriter.

Wednesday opened her mouth looking for words to say, you stoped her before she could conjure them, “honestly, never mind believe me or not I don’t care.” You turned on your heels, storming to the door. Breaching it open she swore you broke hinges, but the amount compulsion when you slammed it shut caused the cloudy glass beside said door to shatter. It made Wednesday’s finger twitch, she finally let go of breath she was preserving.

Thing crept of his hiding spot, tugging on Wednesday’s sock. The girl looked down, “fetch me a rag.” He made a saluting gesture before scurrying off. Wednesday on the other hand grasped the bin by her desk, removing the remnants of the wood.

The mountain range on the pads of her fingers was rained on by your blood. The red liquid settling into the empty space in her fingerprint and coating the ridges. When Wednesday’s senses acknowledged the feeling her head threw back.

Her throat feels chalky, once bloody palms graze on granular velvet, the heat is blistering even for Wednesday. It smells hot as well, all this heat was overwhelming. Her ears hear subtle speaking and the friction of movement on sand, the distance cries of cattle, children’s screams of jubilance. Wednesday was behind sooty crates, deep in between two sandstone homes from the large carved out square holes a woman yells about spies, Wednesday knew or is learning many languages, Arabic being on the list. The girl with strange clothes rose to her feet, dusting off the sand and dirt. It was best to continue in the shadows, the era not yet revealed, she followed suit with her plan.

Wednesday lurked in the shade watching what she was here for, her cogitation was that it had to do with you. Was this the home you were talking about? If not where else have you been?

The heat casted an illusion of water in the distance, had it been hours in this vision? Wednesday’s brain had been fried since the moment she got here, checking corners, alleys, even stalking the innards of homes. The search ceased once she heard your name and something about hurrying.

A little girl's voice calls, “hurry hurry! I want to see the fish of the evening! Y/n come on!” She was jumping around while rushing you.

Your pace was slow, the face you made was stricken in twinge, “Khuld… my face hurts.” You were exceedingly little; this vision was in the past.

That was Khuld? She was so young, Wednesday almost felt sad that this little girl was never able to grow and have a future with success.

The girl giggled, “that’s foolish I say! In the books I read they talked like that way back in the day and had silly hair! I should ask my mom if she had hair like that, once we get back, I can ask her!” She held your hand dragging you to travel with her stride.

You completely made a stop causing Khuld to whip back. “My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my eyes hurt everything hurts.” You complained.

Khuld paused to look at you, her body language pouring out concern, “Did you drink today? We can get juice at the vendors; I have a bit of money. Or we can sit by the shore while we look at the fish, we don’t even have to see the fish if you don’t want to, I have games remember?” With her free hand she was petting your head, as you continued to look down, quietly groaning.

You clenched your jaw repeatedly, and so did you with the grip around her hands “It hurts.” A whine came out of you. Wednesday could see the force you had on her.

“Y/n my hand.” Khuld whispered, “Let’s go find the nurse, but loosen your grip it hurts.” She pulled again, yet to no avail, you were rooted into the ground. All you could do was shake your head in defiance. The grip was getting worse.

“It’s so loud.” You hissed silently.

“Y/n loosen your hand, please it hurts.” She tugged trying to extort out of your clutch. “You’re starting to crush my hand.” Khuld clawed at the outside of your appendage, until she drove her nails into it, pushing farther and farther in causing you to bleed.

The splatter deafened the world, words couldn’t elucidate what just happened. A bloodcurdling shriek snapped Wednesday out of her trance.

“Police! Police! Someone help! Get the authorities!” A woman called.

It was worse than the pictures, the photos didn’t get the child standing in shock with the crushed hand of a girl still holding her friend’s palm, the pictures didn’t get the homes covered with a little girl’s blood, the photos didn’t get the insides of her, pictures didn’t get a woman howling.

“My child! My child! My baby! You demon you demon!” The woman screeched as she beat your face. “Her hand, give me it! Help! Please!” She pushed you before taking her daughter’s deformed, hand and hugging it, the mother cupped blood-covered sand holding what she could.

Men gathered the scene, obviously the authorities.

“That demon! The demon killed my baby! Death row put them on death row, better yet execute that monster now!” Khuld’s mother sobbed out.

Who else were they supposed to arrest? You’re clearly the only one with enough evidence to prove it’s you. Though why would you do this? Everyone knew you and Khuld were attached to the hip, inseparable, if one goes the other follows. Another question is how could you do this? You’re a five-year-old with a scrawny body, barely able to eat three times a day. How could any human do something so despicable without being caught, it was out in the open, you had to do it with incredible speed.

Those were questions for detectives, they only needed to do was arrest you, liquidating you was still on the table. The authorities grabbed you with vitality, you didn’t contest allowing them to drag you to an authoritative vehicle, holding you in chains before shutting the door.

Wednesday’s vision was warping a new setting, it became less elusive, she was in the police station. She questioned if this was before, after, or during your capture. The girl peered around for any sign that you were or are here, she recalled seeing your mugshot, she searched there first. On her journey to find you, she was stopped, Wednesday watched three tall women wall you. They were coated in jewels, riches woven into fabrics, and skin clear as their crystals, Wednesday focused on the conversation.

“My poor child, I know it's much to take in, but this is your chance to escape death, you aren’t like these dwellers, a being such as you and I have our second chances, this is yours. If you refuse you die. We understand your aptitude, we can guide you into peace, where you can learn how to better this power.” The woman speaking was flowy, her voice had a sort of peace to it someone could listen to her speak for hours, and the outfit she had on drizzled like honey enunciating her perfect body. Wednesday couldn’t see her face with the angle she was at.

Though she could see you, so tiny compared to them. Sitting on the wooden chair. “I don’t want this power, if I can do that I don’t wanna learn how to use it.” Your voice sounded so broken.

A gruffer woman berated you, “If you don’t learn you’ll just go do it again, but if you don’t come with us, you’ll die, what don’t you understand about that?!” This woman was the tallest among the three, her stature was built well, and clothes were revealing around her arms letting the world cower to her strength.

“Sekhmet please, you’re going to scare the thing.” Another lady spoke her voice was simple yet firm, and she was almost built like present you, very lean and indefectibly carved however the shortest, the number of daggers she had piqued Wednesday’s interest.

“Please respect my child’s name, Bastet.” The middle woman spoke again.

“It’s a boring name! should have been named Scorp, scorpion and twerp mixed together.” Sekhmet let out a gut laugh.

“What in Ra’s name is a twerp.” Wednesday could finally get a good angle of one of the girls which she guessed was Bastet. She had the same marking as you.

“It’s slang, mortals call each other that,” Sekhmet explained.

“Focus on the matter at hand you two.Y/n, do you accept? We promise to care for you, you’ll be taught all you wish to know.” The older woman in the middle reached her hand out to you.

“Am I the only one?” Clearly, you had more questions, but this seemed to matter the most.

“Of course not, you have cousins and siblings just like you, but they stay in their own terms. We can explain what terms are, but you’re a part of the new Pharaoh term X, you’re the tenth new term team. I know it’s a lot, but I promise you’ll get through it.” Your mother explained.

slowly nodding you agreed and took her hand, “Okay.”

“You won’t regret this kid.” The stronger woman smacked your back. Causing you to wince, “Yeah we can fix that whining stuff, you won’t even feel pain once we’re done training you.”

“Serket, do you wish to fix the charges?” Bastet questioned the lady cradling you, waving the same packet.

“Pass it along to Thoth, he can take care of it.” Your mother said before holding you closer to her. How did you fall asleep so fast? “No child should have ever witnessed that.”

“Ser... you do know what we must do for this teaching thing. Right?” Bastet laid a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder.

Serket looked down, watching your resting state, “I know.” Her voice was ridden with guilt.

“But think of it, kid will be the strongest thing we have to offer.” Sekhmet striving to be optimistic. “You see the kid’s purple? Has that venom thing I was talking about, I wonder how strong it is, maybe acid strong?”

Bastet ignored the conversation topic, “Have you spoken to the surrogate yet? Was she difficult?”

“Surprisingly not, she had her doubts but had nothing to back up the claim for years. Although she was still a little sad.” Serket explained.

“Slow pokes we have to go. Mr. Sandman is throwing a temper tantrum.” The strong woman laughed at her own joke. “I’m hilarious, I bet I would be great in plays.” She continued to flaunt herself while walking to the back doors.

“Again, where is she getting this vocabulary, what is slow poke? Yesterday It was rad, what is a rad? And then the clothes she finds, so much pink and glitter, she says it’s ‘hip with the kids’, have you heard the music?! Who is this, Gwen Stefani?” Bastet finally turns around hoping her sister is behind her. “Ser, what are you doing?”

“I thought I saw something.” That something was Wednesday, she almost was caught, nobody has ever called her out in visions, why now? “Anyway, don’t you like Beyonce?”

“Do not criticize that being, she has morals.”

Serket giggled before leaving the station.

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Wednesday woke up deprived of air, the precipitous movement made Thing and Enid repel back. Wednesday took in her surroundings, she was on her bed, there was an ache on the side of her head, the blood was cleaned except on her typewriter, there was a cool damp cloth on her lap guessing it was on her face beforehand, her company looked startled it didn’t take much time for one of them to verbally express it.

“You scared us! We thought you got stuck in a coma; it’s been an hour! Thing explained what happened, where did she escape to? I’ll claw out her eyes. She broke our damn window too.” Enid flashed her colored claws.

“That won’t be necessary, but I need to,” Wednesday paused, contemplating her words, “speak with them.”

Enid whined, and Wednesday brushed the cute thought off. “Not necessary? Look at all the blood on your typewriter, again our window!” the wolf threw her hands around in chagrin.

“I was,” again Wednesday paused, “hasty when making theories. I need to find them; it will possibly take some time since I don’t know where they are.” The goth’s face tangled in repentant, wasn’t a great look to Wednesday, “I’m going to guess you don’t know either?” Enid proved her assumption right when shaking her head.”Also did you drop me on something?” Enid made her lying face, shaking her head no. Wednesday tossed her legs off the bed, trailing around the dorm grabbing better clothes, what Enid called her adventure bag, which Wednesday would bring during her woods walk with Eugene.

“Do you want us to come with?” Enid and Thing stood like soldiers, ready and hand. Wednesday shook her head.

“I can tell Y/n is acrimonious at the moment, them knowing other people are with me could possibly consternate them.” That was only haft truth, Wednesday wasn’t going to leak what she saw, seeing as you could tell Enid knew about the papers and took conniption in that, it was best to be patient with you. “If I’m not back before two then you can worry.” Was that going to help Enid’s nerves? No, not one bit, the blonde girl chewed on her nails before nodding.

Wednesday took the confirmation and left to find you.

Of course, Wednesday’s search was going to be long, you were trying to smoother your thoughts. Searching for the missing convict that’s been lurking in the woods and in the back of your head, sadly you can’t hear a heartbeat that isn’t an animal, nothing smells like a person, if you smell something metallic it’s just been the circle of life, so, not much smothering has happened. The hissing sound soothed you whenever Wednesday fogged your brain, you continued to spit that purple acid out from those K9s of yours, it was an extra you inherited from your mother, she held the role of Mother of Scorpions, doctor of poison, Hysteria of venom, she was able to drop the most lethal doses of venom of any being, even gas emitted from them was beyond virulent. It’s gotten you out of numerous scenarios, and now one of the uses was to distract you from a girl with braids that ‘clogged’ your brain with her existence, did she take over your personality too?

A different pattern of leaves crunching roused you, finally something worth your attention, next step was finding it without it leaving. With nimble shifting, you lifted yourself on the tree you were posted on, climbing high enough to shroud with the canopy of the forest, but not letting it occlude your vision. Continuing the search, you waited with forbearing ears, locating the source. What confuses you is that the rise and fall of foot work is different from what you heard just minutes ago, this was heavy, denser than a bear’s movements and its celerity was faster, was it pursuing something?

You’ve learned how to see in many ways, vibration was a favorite, with the amount of blood use in your abilities, it’s nice to actually listen to something else than the flow of it. When listening to the vibration of the earth it ripples across everything rooted in it and everything touching what’s rooted in the earth, you can see the vibrations ripple over a worm deep in the healthy soil to the largest elephant beat its music into the crust, it helps with sight because it forms a vague picture of the artist, it was beautiful waves. If the creator of said waves was sounder than others it could break over others wave, if your philosophy was correct, you could effortlessly figure out if it was the Hyde hunting someone or nature taking its course.

Why is she even hunting for you in the woods, still, every other place Wednesday inspected didn’t have you sulking in it. What affirmed that you were in the woods, not a trace, but it’s the only idea Wednesday has. She could see the ghost of her breath depart her lungs, wisping out with the breeze, something Wednesday would never share with anyone was that she enjoys counting how many times a person inhales and exhales during a given time, it could be the fact their sign of life could be taken at any minute or just the sign of life itself, they contrast flawlessly.

She wishes there was a sign of life anywhere, explicitly yours, the only thing she got was the bird's observant on her entity, you liked the birds, have these ones watched you in this hour? And did you look back? Stars were being covered; something is spooking flocks in the purview, what confused her was how many flocks were being peeved by this anomaly and how quickly, it was to the point the navy-blue sky was getting blocked by an outline of birds. Wednesday’s standards were to naturally figure out why, she questioned if it was you, but why would you?

The twigs were rattling, parallel to a small earthquake, the closer she got the harder drumming was. Orbs, shaken-up orbs of yellow were fixated on her, the irises dilated to the smallest degree, she could tell it was after her, but in spite of that she didn’t move, why isn’t she moving? Did she think it was you? Did Wednesday really seek a pitfall that much? In truth Wednesday knew what was going for her, she never had qualms about Tyler, and giving him satiety in the fact of running away was the last thing Wednesday wanted. So, she entrenched herself, not moving a hair for the beast, but the vision of him became clearer. The Hyde he took on now was larger abounding in muscle, wounds healed all over its body, when Enid recalled her fight with him, she said it was visible most on his face, and she was right, it was almost just like the wolf’s cicatrices. The hair was lengthy and shaggy. With him maybe 4 yards away from her, Wednesday admired the nails reaching out for her neck, it was painted with blood he must have hunted something other than her tonight.

Before Wednesday could drop to duck his attack, something rained from the trees. It sizzled on the Hyde’s back, he was in the grodiest throe and let out a screech instead of his roar, what hit Tyler? You did, and you hit him again this time dropping yourself on his neck. The force caused both of you to land flat on the ground, nonetheless, you got up faster. When Tyler regained his sensibility running away from you was the only thought he had, you took a second to balance your options, chase what you have been stalking all night, or confront what you’ve been running from.

turning to face the girl behind you, did you give a glimpse of anger, yes, “What was that? you just stood there like a deer in headlights, what would have happened if I weren’t here Wednesday?” You were active with your locomotion, “Gosh, danger follow you or something?” You mumbled.

“You seem to chase it.” Wednesday huffed, ignoring the outcome if you didn’t save her.

“I was trying to get him, you kinda messed that up, by thinking you can have some little date with your boyfriend. What are you even doing here?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Ex, but I was trying to find you.”

You hyperbolized a groan, “So you could vituperate me some more?” You scoffed. “I don’t ha-“

“-I accused you too quickly, I understand your conniption because of it, I crossed a line, yes, I even crossed a line when having a vision about the synopsis.” Wednesday couldn’t make a full minute of eye contact with you, darting off to gaze at something else behind you, the spotlight was agitating.

But to you, the spotlight is all you wanted on her, you liked how jittery she got when you looked at her in this state, the vulnerability, but worshiping her isn’t the plan right now. “You gonna leak that too? Enid won’t even talk to me, let alone give me an eye.” Now that wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t tell her anything about the vision, but still I don-“ You heaved a sigh before you silenced Wednesday.

“You don’t have to understand Addams, it’s my business, and I have a right to share it or not, I’ll share it when I’m ready, so just drop it. I get it you were curious, I lashed out, but I ask just be patient, okay? You understand and possibly saw that this was a craggy subject for me, if I continue to be mad and you continue to pry it’ll just be a whirlpool of emotions that none of us want to get stuck in. In simple terms I forgive you, and we can talk about it later when we are both ready.” Did you forgive her just like that? After she blamed you, stole important files from you, and berated you. Wednesday couldn’t tell if you were dissembling or not, why did you switch so fast? But Wednesday didn’t want to lose this again, she nodded slowly.

You flashing that perfect toothy smile made her feel sick, “Now skedaddle, I need food.” You walked past her, but you interlocked pinkies with her, Wednesday made a nauseating face towards you although she didn’t let go, “Just in case your ex grabs you before I notice.” She could listen to you laugh for hours while drowning you, of course, a nice gurgle mixed with it is music.

“On the topic of Tyler, what did use to ward him off, it made a sizzling sound.” She craned her neck to you.

“Did I tell you I was hungry? I’m so hungry.” Evading the question.

She brushed her thumb against your palm, “And where’s your wound at? Not a scar nor blood.”

You paused before speaking, privily begging her to rub your palm again. “I could eat a horse, how long do you think it would take me to eat a horse, well they’re cute so maybe something different, maybe a full hog? Dang, they’re also dirty, and sheep is off the table, speaking of sheep do you want to see Skate later tomorrow? What if he’s been eaten...” You stopped, giving Wednesday’s ears a break. “That farmer shot me when I was putting him back, you have that same bullet.” Wednesday whipped her head up at you. Not giving her a glance instead focused on the path ahead.

“How do you know that?”

You shrugged “I have great ears.” Referring to when you confronted Wednesday.

“During my time when digging for info, I turned in the bullet in hopes for DNA.” She confessed, wishing you wouldn’t get upset.

“That’s fine, you wouldn’t find DNA anyways, not mine at least. You never answered my question though.”

Wednesday’s face jumbled up like a jigsaw puzzle, “You just said you were shot though.”

“Skate probably misses us; I miss him a lot. Also, what do I eat, again I’m starving.” She was getting fed up with this dodging.

“If you’re not going to satisfy my questions then stop talking,” before you could make a smart remark, she answered yours. “And yes, we can see Skate, I don’t know what you should eat.” You shut up with a smile, pinky still locked with hers, it was like that the whole walk till you dropped her off at the door of her dorm.

“Where have you been young lady?” Enid raced to Wednesday, “It's been hours, and was that Y/n?.”

Wednesday slid Enid to the side, getting ready to go to bed, “I’ll explain it to you later, but in short, don’t be scared or mad at them, I repeat, I’ll explain it tomorrow.” Enid couldn’t fight Wednesday’s words.

Wednesday fell asleep to her thoughts that night, what did you drop on Tyler? How was the wound gone just like that? What really scratched her brain was the whirlpool of emotions summary you made, what emotions did you know about? Why did it frighten her that you didn’t want these emotions, did Wednesday herself even know what emotions she’s talking about? Absolutely not. What if she did want to be stuck in tides with you?

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x y/n #wdfmifwt #where danger finds me it follows with tides

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weissaddams · 1 year

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Wenclair Fic Idea No. 1

Enid is a Swiftie

This is random but I really think Enid would be a Swiftie. Maybe not as much as she is a fan of kpop but imagine her listening to All Too Well and just crying and Wednesday being so confused and so worried.

“Enid, what happened? Are you hurt?”

“No.”

*Que the sniffles and puppy dog eyes then her emotionally fogged brain asks Wednesday this*

“Can we pretend we had a bad breakup? Just for like two days. I just need to feel this album.”

Wednesday has just enough brain power to say “Absolutely not.” Thereafter, her brain all but hits the breaks. She is so confused. Pretend to breakup? To feel a song?

She doesn’t understand it, not yet at least, but she will in the future after she hears Enid listen to it enough times. Listen to it. Sing it. Cry to it.

What the hell did Taylor Swift do to her girlfriend? She hasn’t worn a single colorful piece of clothing in over a week! She looks at Wednesday like she’s about to disappear any second cries into her neck whenever they wake up in the morning.

Wednesday was so confused but she would not let Enid go through all this alone. She cleared up all non-essential trips and meetings to spend time with her girlfriend. She cooked her favorite dishes and put on her favorite movies. She played for her even when Enid looked at her like she was about to disappear at a moment’s notice.

She held Enid’s hand all throughout.

When Enid finally does recover, she realizes how much Wednesday loves her and apologizes for ever thinking she’d leave her when she has done everything to show her she wouldn’t.

Just wanted to get this out there because I couldn’t imagine writing out a whole fic. Lol I guess it’s more of a headcanon?

#wenclair #wednesday #enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair fanfic idea #wenclair headcanon

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littledollll · 1 year

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Maybe Little! Enid going to CG! Weems? When Enid storms out of class so the teacher calls for weems to get her b

Little Runaway

Cg!Larissa Weems x Little!Enid Sinclair

A/n: This all came to me in the span of 30 minutes and I just wrote it all down and saved it, idk if it’s any good but I don’t hate it so!

No warnings

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

It was certainly a sight to see, a seemingly frustrated Enid running out of class with absolutely no explanation, the teacher tried calling after her which obviously failed, Enid was quite the runner.

The clear next step would be to call the principal, so he did. Not two seconds after the teacher called Larissa to report the issue Enid was running into the office, straight to Larissa before practically crashing into her.

“Looks like your runaway has made her way to me all on her own, thank you for calling, I will handle this.” And swiftly, Larissa quit the call. Looking down at the child practically clinging around her waist. “What’s the meaning of this?”

The question became quickly unnecessary once she actually looked at Enid’s face. “Oh little one.. why did you run off like that?” Of course she knew just by looking at her, Enid was an open book when it came to showing how she was feeling.

This wasn’t Larissa’s first time meeting Enid regressed, she was actually the first to know. And Larissa had made it clear that her doors were always open for all students yes, but even more so for Enid when she was regressed.

“Overwhelm- everything got so hard understan out of nowhere-” Larissa could see how panicked Enid was getting just from talking about it and decided maybe it would be best to calm her down in that moment before asking questions.

“My mistake, I shouldn’t have started asking questions. Let’s breathe for a little bit first. You’ll be okay, just need a moment to collect yourself specially after all that running don’t you think? Just follow me, hun.”

After a few minutes getting Enid to calm down Larissa sat on the couch and patted the space next to her which Enid quickly occupied. “Do you know what made you slip, little one?” Enid quickly shook her head.

“Mayb stressy?” Larissa nodded, taking a second to think. “Alright then, you’re going to stay with me, okay dear? You should have somebody watching over, and I can’t quite leave yet. I will email all the teachers that you’ll be staying with me.”

Larissa had said this before actually, but Enid insisted that she’d be fine on her own when it came to anything. This time, she agreed.

“What you did was okay, you’re looking out for yourself but maybe next time announce to the teacher that you’ll be leaving. I will put in a special note stating that you can leave class at any time as long as it’s to come to me. How does that sound?” Enid yet again clung to her. “Thank yous miss Weems”

“You’re always welcome, little one.”

#enid sinclair #enid Sinclair fluff #larissa weems fluff #cg!larissa weems #little!enid #Nevermore agere #wednesday agere #wednesday weems #Wednesday Enid #wednesday netflix #Wednesday Nevermore #larissa weems nevermore

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streaminn · 8 months

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Military School AU

You know I'm all for Enid being cold and bitter after witnessing the nightshades and Wednesday. Not only did her "friends" lie to her for years and left her out, Wednesday who she literally turned and fought for replaced her so easily. Watching her being so close to the nightshades would be like a silver dagger in her chest. Enid never really meant anything to any of them.

She knows these people. She knows all they need to do is stop the sirens from opening their mouths. Knows to stop the gorgon from removing his headpiece. She knows the vampire's weakness to garlic and her weakness of her girlfriend. She knows the broody psychic is useless without his hands to draw or use a bow.

She knows her Psychic is the only real threat, that the have to take out first.

She needs to give her full loyalty to her pack. They trust her.

So when her pack asks her "what's the game plan boss? "

Enid full of jealousy,vengeance and bitterness replies "Make them wish they never met us"

It's not that black and white I swear 😭 Wednesday has very much essentially mourned Enid and still doesn't react well when her name is brought up. She was very violent and reactive when she found out Enid transfered so rip the students during her denial stage

Bianca makes sure to keep an eye on Wednesday and makes notes about what happens because 'that sore of a wolf would appreciate being able to catch up on whatever she missed while she was gone'

Hell, yoko sometimes hears a gossip that she's very excited to talk about before her smile falls because Enid isnt there to gush about it with her

Enid leaving has the nightshades growing closer in their attempts to help Wednesday and eventually Wednesday turns warmer because of this in gratitude because surely Enid would want her to be happy right?

But does Enid know this?

Hell nawh, all she knows is that she's been forgotten.

Wednesday looks all the more open and is that not a slap in the face?

Enid knows that she isn't entitled to Wednesday but it still hurts that they look so unbothered when Enid knows personally that she has spent countless nights staying up and thinking of what they're doing in nevermore

She has the eyebags to prove it!

So yes, Enid very much is into the competitive spirit during the tournament because if they forgot about her then she'll make them have no choice but remember her by absolutely besting their ass in everything this event has to offer

Not to mention the other nevermore students, the ones that she knows remembers Enid Sinclair as a stunted wolf can be watching

Is it petty? Yeah but hey, Enid's canonically competitive and she can get very emotional after bottling up so many emotions. I mean, have you seen the bus?

And this Enid bottles up her emotions so much

#Military school au #Haveawish

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rachelsfav-queer · 1 day

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Can you imagine the vampravenwolf babies playing with Wednesday’s little Raven???

Ughhhhh I miss the babies!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

This is yet another ask from December lmaoooo. I will get through all my asks eventually lol

Baby Wiwi (Wednesday) is laying on her tummy and playing with Little Raven, giggling now and then as the plushie makes little jokes purely for the little’s entertainment. Baby Eenie (Enid) is on the other side of the room playing with her Duplo Legos, happily making multicolored towers out of the blocks.

Eenie looks over at her girlfriend and watches her play with the plushie. She doesn’t have any proof and she hasn’t actually heard it at any point, but the little wolf swears that she’s seen the tiny seer have full, back and forth conversations with her stuffed bird. She knows there has to be something with Little Raven. But again, she has no proof. And Wiwi seems happy with Little Raven, so she’s not gonna do anything to take that away from her.

As Eenie watches Wiwi, she starts getting antsy, wanting to play with her girlfriend and Little Raven too! Eventually, Eenie’s social nature takes over and she anxiously crawls over to the tiny seer. She pulls out her paci and asks, “Wiwi?”

The shorter woman turns over onto her back clumsily to look at the werewolf, “Wes Eenie? Somefing wong?” (Yes Eenie? Something wrong?)

“Um no! I just wanna…” Eenie hesitates for a moment, knowing how protective Wiwi is over the raven plushie, “Can I holds Wittle Raven? Just for a second?”

Wiwi’s gut reaction is to say no right away and hold Little Raven close to her chest, but Little Raven whispers in her head before that.

C’mon Wednesday, you can let Enid hold me for a little bit, right? It’ll only be a second and you’ll be able to see me the whole time! And I’ll be with you the whole time too, I’ll stick around in your head while she holds me, so you won’t be alone for even a second! So can Enid hold me, Wednesday?

Wiwi considers for a moment, she trusts both Little Raven and Eenie. She knows neither of them would lie to her or break her trust. Eventually, Wiwi makes up her mind. She slowly sits up and looks the blonde little in the eyes, “Just… don’t huwt Wittle Waven, otay Eenie?”

“I pwomise, Wiwi,” Eenie nods seriously, taking her oath to not harm Little Raven more seriously than she’s ever taken anything in her life. And so, Wiwi carefully hands the plushie over to her girlfriend and Eenie handles her delicately, as if the plushie was made of delicate fine china, instead of cotton and polyester fabric. She pulls Little Raven close to her face, looking at her with deep fascination, and whispers, “Hi, Wittle Raven. I’m Eenie.”

Meanwhile, Daddy Yoko is watching everything from the baby monitor in the corner of the room and she laughs softly at the intense concentration on Enid’s face as she greets herself to the plush raven. She also is finding herself cooing almost nonstop at this absolutely adorable presentation of trust and love between her littles.

Back in the little’s bedroom/playroom, Wiwi starts getting a bit anxious not having Little Raven in her hands. Eenie notices, as does Little Raven, and so the wolf gives her back the plushie. Wiwi immediately grabs it and clutches Little Raven close to her chest. Eenie feels a little bad about keeping Wiwi from her best friend for so long, even though it was barely even a minute, and starts anxiously stimming, picking at her fingers.

Wiwi also notices and holds an arm out in open invitation, which Eenie accepts without any hesitation. And so Little Raven is caught, happily, in a tight hug between the littles. Eenie smiles warmly and whispers, “Thank you, Wiwi. I wuvs you.”

Wiwi burrows herself deeper in Eenie and whispers back, “Wuvs ou too, Eenie.” (Loves you too, Eenie.)

End <3

#caitlynsdog #ask answered #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #baby enid #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #little raven #my writing #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka

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msweebyness · 3 months

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Theater Kid Families

These are the families for my theater kiddos! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002 Enjoy!

Missy:

Axel Rutherford

Raised Missy on his own since his wife died in childbirth

Swimming instructor

Missy's temper comes from him

They argue a lot, but love each other very much

Sees Ondine like another daughter

Jesse:

Imelda Ortega

Possibly the sweetest woman in the world

Except when you hurt her son, ask her ex-husband

Research botanist

Seeing a therapist to work through feelings from her marriage

Good friends with Fred Haprele, Jesse and Mylene ship them

Manolo Ortiz

Massive POS, physically and emotionally abusive

Reason Jesse is blind in one eye

Currently in prison, courtesy of the Tomassians

Involved in a bunch of shady business

Ayesha:

Megan Reynolds

Ray of sunshine gene comes from her

Certified life coach

Talks a bit louder than she needs to

Makes up cheers for household chores

Watches her daughter's cartoons in her free time

Kurt Reynolds

Yoga instructor

Super chill and positive

Serves as a grounding force for his wife and daughter

Likes to doodle with Ayesha

Dot:

Enid Waverly

Could be BFFs with Nathalie, tbh

Event coordinator for a big business

Bun life 24/7, not a hair out of place

Struggles with expressing emotions

Never without her tablet

Orenthal Waverly

Very no nonsense, but more chill than his wife

Prosecuting Attorney for a big law firm

Soft-spoken when not in the courtroom

Keeps fidgets on hand for his older daughter

Dolores Waverly

Much more scatterbrained than her little sister, Dot helps keep her on track

Seriously, would lose her head if it wasn't attached

Deals with some anxiety

Always has at least two books on hand

Petra:

Arlo Markov

Petra's Bio Dad, an old friend was their surrogate

Interior designer, owns a business

VERY energetic, how much coffee does he drink?!

Happy flaps when he's excited

Will smack a bitch for his kid

Dennis Windham

Dad #2, the bear of the group

Junior football coach

Very emotionally intelligent

Usually has his whistle

Preston Manheim

Dad #3, the voice of reason

Very prim, always uses proper grammar. High class boi

Loves him some argyle and tea

Soft-spoken, but people listen to him

Curator of an art gallery

Trent Knapp

Dad #4, the hippie dad

Plays the mandolin, writes songs for his partners

New Age Philosophy teacher

Speaks like a fortune cookie, tbh

Anais:

Olive Ackerman

Celebrated particle physicist

Expects nothing but absolute perfection from her child

Think of Nicole Watterson's parents and Ming Lee, combined

Refuses to believe she's doing anything wrong

Praise is very controlled and limited

Quentin Ackerman

Chemist, very respected in the field

Secretly feels they may be too hard on Anais

Too scared of his wife to say anything, tho

Tries his best to bond with Anais over their shared interests

Roxie:

Richard Richter

Manager of a music store

Gives guitar lessons on the weekends

Actually a pretty chill dude

Good friend of Anarka, they had a band as teens

Can think up lyrics on the spot

Rydel Richter

Contemporary piano teacher

Roxie gets their temper from her

Strong enough to throw a table if needed

HATES Roxie's ex with a burning passion

Mama Bear

Rover Richter

Curious about everything, always has to ask why

Wants to be a drummer, carries around sticks

Has trouble sitting still

Will kick Roxie's ex in the shins on sight

Anthony:

Sylvie Mathis

Diplomat from England

The epitome of a proper British lady

Very supportive of her son, he got her into punk rock

Adores Jesse like her own son

Can play a mean game of foosball

Bradley Mathis

Diplomat from England

A bit more laidback than his wife

MEGA Cockney accent

Knows everything about the Beatles

Makes the best tea ever

Eri:

Hiroshi Tanaka

Screenwriter for an Indie studio

HUGE nerd but also really cool

Has never missed a play by his daughter or wife

Trivia champ, could rival Max

Sasami Tanaka

Celebrated stage actress, has done 215 (and counting) productions throughout her life

Every bit as dramatic as her daughter

Loves to quote plays in everyday life

Dresses to impress, always

Ryuji Tanaka

Eri's twin, just as goth but more subdued

Cosmetology student, attends a different school

Talks with his sister every day

Snark besties with Anthony

Candace:

Laurent Fletcher

Antique dealer, owns several successful branches and establishments

Charmingly British and a bit awkward

Has ridiculously high patience

Loves Candace as much as his bio sons

Sandra Fletcher

Former top-selling musician, now owns her own restaurant

Might spoil her kids a bit

Cried with joy when Candace became head cheerleader

Attends every pep rally

Finnick Fletcher

Ten-year old mechanical genius, looks up to Max

Always needs to have something to do, has ADHD

Always trying to help his stepsister, doesn't always succeed

Very close with his brother

Ferdinand "Ferdie" Fletcher

Rarely ever speaks, and only to his family

Knows FSL and ASL

Artsy kid, always drawing on something

Actually really smart

Soo-Yeon:

Eun-Jeong Park

Professional restorator, has a meticulous eye for detail

Speaks when something needs to be said

INSANELY flexible for some reason

Helps his son practice on their hoop at home, he used to play in high school

Mi Cha Park

Every bit as clumsy as her son, seriously, babyproof that house

Stay-at-home mom who sells her handmade snowglobes on Etsy

Cheering the loudest for her son at his games

Can kick both her husband and son’s butts on the court

Margo:

Leif Jorgensen

Professional contractor

Very jovial and kind to everyone around him

Can have his head in the clouds sometimes

He TALL, but somehow not intimidating

Besties with his daughter

Dagny Jorgensen

Artisan woodcarver, owns a successful business

Loves doing DIY projects with her daughter

Slips into Norwegian when frustrated

Most down-to-earth of the family

Staci:

Bai Kwan

Staci gets her sass from him

Political commentator for TVi, cannot stand Alec. Hates Bourgeois too

It’s a game at the studio to try and get him to laugh

He only laughs or smiles around his family

Yumei Kwan

Owns a local cafe, the fave for quality Chinese food

Takes no one’s shit, but also super perky

A former cheer squad flyer who helps Staci work out

People wonder how they’re related sometimes

Parker:

Col. Levi Beauregard

Big, strong military man

Speaks in all the military jargon

Surprisingly warm with his kids

Does obstacle courses with Parker

Cissy Beauregard

Retired army nurse, now works at DuPont

Meticulously keeps medical records of all students

Rose sees her like an aunt of sorts

Still uses military jargon

Jack Beauregard

Going into the army after high school

Strained, but loving relationship with his younger sister

Very tall and buff

Always trying to impress his father

Taught Parker self-defense

Brecken:

Annie Sutcliffe

Adopts a crap ton of random animals

Owner of a local, accredited shelter

Soft-spoken. Except when animals or her kids are threatened

Queen of the flannels

Rachel Sutcliffe:

Southern Belle with a kickass edge

Pro kickboxing instructor, who slays in sundresses

Will deck you if you call her son stupid

Makes a mean sweet potato pie

Dana & Donna Sutcliffe:

Try to tell these two apart if you’re not their brother. Just try.

Starting at DuPont next year

Have both had crushes on Kim

Aspiring cook and artist

Do the synchronous talking thing

Evie:

Julio Balthazar

Independently successful mosaic artist

His in-laws warmed up to him over time

Proud of his talented kids and boss wife

Always has glass cuts on his hands, poor guy

Carolina Balthazar

Comes from an old Spanish family of wealth

Still the CFO of a Bigshot record company

May put a little too much pressure on her kids, but not maliciously

HATES the stuffy old heiress stereotype

Alma Balthazar

Talented classical musician

Feels like she’s always in Evie’s shadow

Can be a little snippy, but has a soft side

Weak for comedy films

Emilio Balthazar

Snarky and suave lil shit

Can impersonate anyone's voice

Huge prankster

Gets on Evie's nerves 24/7

Jorge Balthazar

The shyest kid you may ever meet

Speaks similarly to Juleka

Loves to put on little puppet shows

Fidgets with his hands a lot

Rosa Balthazar

Baby of the family, and she knows it

Loves to wear her princess dresses

Adores her oldest sister, wants to sing like Evie

May have a little puppy crush on Brecken

Aggie:

Rohan Findlay

Aggie's paternal uncle, gained custody when she was nine, because his brother is a drunk and his sister-in-law is negligent

Mechanic who co-owns a practice

Bought Aggie her first skateboard

Good friends with Aerinn O'Connor

Bit of a jokester

Mona:

Bindi Truffaut

A bit of a helicopter mom to Mona, kinda overprotective

Kindergarten teacher

Has a mild stutter

Will punt an ableist's ass

Darnell Truffaut

Guidance counselor at DuPont

The chill teacher dad, that you don't mind being there

Helps his wife give Mona some space

HATES Damocles with the fires of hell

Cares a LOT about the students

Eloise:

Roerva Matuidi

Teacher of psychology at an elite university

Tutors at a community center on the weekends

Academic mom, but a chill one

SO proud of her daughter's math prowess

Cannot stand Olive Ackerman

Chet Matuidi

Eloise's gaming buddy, has a streaming channel his sister guests on

Really good with lit, but struggles with math

Helps his sister with emotional expression

Has to be forced to sleep

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