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eddieboi23 · 1 year

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Could I please request a Wenclair x Male reader where Enid and the reader have been at a party and arrive back at the dorm drunk and both flirt with a very sober and mildly annoyed Wednesday?

Silly drunks

Wednesday Addams x male Reader x Enid Sinclair

(Wednesday )

Summary: you and enid get drunk at a party, and come to the dorms to flirt with your annoyed girlfriend ,,, Wenclair

Tw:, swearing, threats, alcohol

(Y/n)=your name

“-this is thoughts-“

“This is talking”

Requested by: @lica24

(I’m aging the characters up, but let’s pretend nothing else changed💀….sorry this took me a bit, life stuff, ALSO, I didn’t think I’d have to say this, but this is not smut, I don’t write smut of minor, that’s gross)

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You and Enid haven’t been partying for awhile now, and you both are starting to feel a bit, wonky?

It’s only then you realize the punch seems, more sour than it’s supposed to.

You nudge enid, and slur. “Heyyy eniee, the punch seems a lil, weiRdd. Maybe we shouldd leave?”

Enid blinks and slurs back. “Whaaa noooOo.” She chugs the rest of her drink.

You hold her hand and go up to Bianca.“Mm hey did someone spike the punch?”

She looks at you, seeming drunk out of her mind. “Wha?? Who are you?” She suddenly giggles.

You raise your eyebrow at her.

“Ok, mm hhow about we walk you to ur dorm?”

She stops giggling, and just nods slowly. “Mmm Yea ok, sure.”

Enid speaks up “Mmm oK Yea i don’t feel good Let’s go.”

She kinda just, drops her cup on the ground and leans on you.

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You being the most sober walk Bianca to her dorm, while practically carrying enid. You’re actually kinda proud of yourself , being as drunk as you are.

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Soon you and enid get to her dorm, loudly at that.

You walk in to a pitch black room, then suddenly a lamp turns on , revealing a tired and annoyed Wednesday.

You jump in surprise and Enid squeals.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Wednesday stats with cold eyes and raspy voice, likely from her waiting for you two to come back ,past her bedtime.

You blush. “Heyyyyy weddds-“

She shushes you.

“You’re both intoxicated, arent you.” She asks, but it sounds more like a statement.

“I thought I told you both to get here around 19 pm sharp, It is now 3 am.”

You giggle, trying to lighten her mood.

“We’re just intoxicated from your love.” You say, giving her sloppy wink.

Enid then stumbles to Wednesday.

“Dont be mad babbyy.” She leans on Wednesday, who begrudgingly lets her, for the sake of not falling over.

You get on the other side of her. “Yeaa cmon, it was only once, well be carefulll.”

You say, resting your hand on the back of her neck, and head on her shoulder.

Wednesday doesn’t know If it’s due to lack of sleep, but she feels a burning feeling in her face whenever you two get so close.

“Enough.” She stated with a flushed face. “I was only waiting for you two to get back ,so I could lecture you and go to bed.”

Enid pouts. “And because uou love us right?”

Wednesday scowls. “No. Now get off me, both of you.”

You smirk and sink to kiss her jaw. “What if we dont wanna weds?”

Wednesday nearly chokes and push’s you both off.

You fall and Enid falls on you. It hurt, bit not too bad because your body is tingly.

Wednesday huffs and walks to her bed, then gets in it, clearly ready for sleep.

You pout and help enid up. Then you both try to get in bed with her.

She glares at you both. “No.”

“Awww come on Wednesday….” You whine.

“We’ll be careful and quietttt.” Enid whines along with you.

Wednesday says nothing to you both.

……

After a few seconds pass, she looks at you both, clearly annoying.

“Are you getting in bed or not?”

You and Enid perk up snd go to the bed, slipping in and cuddling with Wednesday.

“Not a word.” She declares.

And you both ignore that and continue to flirt with her until it seems she will catch on fire.

Then you both pass out cold on top of her, leaving Wednesday to deal with her complicated feelings.

“-Idiots.-“ she thinks to herself.

“-I’ll lecture them more tomorrow, im too tired…not because i like them sleeping on me. That would be idiotic.-“

She eventually falls asleep.

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In the morning, you and enid have no idea what happened, but still get and earful from Wednesday about, “inappropriate behavior.”

You both don’t care.

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ornii · 1 year

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Date

Wednesday watches her sibling (Y/n) leave the Apartment.

Wednesday: Where Are you going?

(Y/n): I’m taking Enid on a date…

Wednesday: Where?

(Y/n): The Dog Park.

Wednesday: But… you don’t have a dog.

(Y/n): Yes I do, I’m taking her there on the date, hanging around everyone must have dulled your brain cells sister.

(Y/n) leaves and Wednesday just stares at the door in confusion and disbelief.

Wednesday: … What?

#wednesday addams x male reader #enid sinclair x male reader #wenclair #incorrect quote #shitpost #enid x you #enid sinclair x you #enid sinclair x reader #wedesnday 2022 #wednesday fluff #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x fem!reader #enid sinclair #fem reader #male reader #enid sinclair x fem reader

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zip2-2-8 · 8 months

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I'm sorry i've been offline i was going to the gym with my older brother and stuff but requests are open for Avengers, wednesday characters, how to train your Dragon and even Harry Potter characters i write 18+, threesome, fluff and more if you have requests or Questions feel free to ask and if you are a Anon you can ask for a Emoji so i know who is who or you dont have to be an Anon just be 18+ and i love you all 🌹❤️

#wednesday x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x gn!reader #Avengers #kate bishop x male reader #kate bishop x reader #enid sinclair x reader #wenclair x fem!reader #wenclair x reader #inncorrect quotes #avengers x reader #httyd x reader #harry potter x reader #and more

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aphroditesmoon · 10 months

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hello! i have a request for you, but first i wanted to say i’ve enjoyed reading your wednesday/wenclair works :)

may i please have gn reader x gwen relationship details? like cute things you notice about her, how she shows affection, or anything else you want to include? thank you in advance!

gwen stacy x reader fluff hcs #2

a/n: omgggg tysm for reading my wenclair works🥹 I've found that writing is one of the only ways i could express myself as a queer person in a very hom0phobic country, im glad other people also find enjoyment in them!

warnings: none, fluff.

♤♤♤♤

- she was very awkward having you come yo her band practise at first, at least in the early stages of your relationship.

- she ended up playing badly because she couldn't focus with you around.

- it all gets better when she realizes you can't tell the difference anyways and still tell her you think she did great💀

- cuddling with her is never really a "whos the big spoon" question, she prefers to have her face buried in the crook of your neck, so if she's hugging you from behind, or from the front, it doesn't matter.

- when she's feeling protective of you in some days, she'll definitely have your face planted on her chest, trying to hide your body in her arms.

- bad cook gwen !! 🗣🗣 she can make a neat instant noodle though, take it or leave it.

- you took on to learning how to make simple recipe foods when your started dating her, banana pancakes, a decent omelette, and a good ol' fashion pasta. she really loves how much you love making her food, like it's your love language.

-she has a picture of you in her wallet, from your first date. hobie absolutely destroys her with embarrassment while announcing to everyone that gwendy has a special someone she's hiding

- you two lovw thrifting together, theres a pretty crowded and known city in her universe with lots of tourism spots and cool trinket shops, and yet the two of you will always find yourselves in a thrift shop there, choosing clothes for eachother.

- teaching you to play drums (you lasted a week and gave up, neither of you ever mention it again)

- her first tattoo is on the back of her neck, a lyric from a song in the playlist you made for her.

- you have a spider tattoo on your back too, something to remind you of her.

- late night burger dates at the same burger stall by the corner of her apartment, the dude already memories yalls orders too.

- she always loses her jacket or hoodie but never worrying bcs soon enough she'll see that you're wearing it.

- she likes to buy you random things she thinks you'd like, like a sun shaped keychain, a book you've mentioned once, a cat mug that costed her 70$

- she also likes it when you'll randomly intertwine your hands together, you'll be walking together or simply talking and sitting, and you'll have the urge to hold her hands, she'll immediately leane into your touch.

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider #atsv x reader #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #hobie brown x reader

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fadingdagger · 1 year

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wine and ember - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: pre-relationship, understood mutual feelings, lesbians being lesbians and flirting without flirting, larissa <3 (also featuring a tiny wenclair bc babies)

warnings: alcohol consumption, a few suggestive comments, kissing/light making out

note: probably poorly written because i wrote this while at work lol

“enid, have you ever even heard of algernon blackwood?” she shakes her head. “then how can you know you don’t like this book?”

“you saw wednesday! she was excited about this book,” excited may have been a vast overstatement of the look on wednesday’s face, “so i just know it’s scary!”

a deep sigh passes my lips, “enid, if you read this book, you can write your paper on all reasons you hate it, but just give it a shot. make wednesday read it to you, if that’ll make it more bearable,” a blush grows on the blonde’s cheeks. “now, lunch starts in 43 seconds and you’re still in my classroom, i’m starting to think you want some bonus assignm-”

“bye! see you tomorrow,” enid bursts and with that she skips down the hall. a laugh leaves me, my head dropping to my desk. i let my head smack against my desk a few times. only third period and i was already down for the count, missing my blankets and bed-side bag of red vines back in my quarters.

click, click, click, click.

“already losing battles? the semester has only begun,” my head stopped its assault on the desk. there it was, the voice that felt like espresso in the morning and lavender at night. her visits were typically for discussing lesson plans or students. sometimes it was just a friendly catching up, and other times we never spoke at all. lately it seemed to be the last two, either way she was always welcome. her presence was enough to soothe even the most frustrating days.

“i just resisted puppy-dog eyes from the enid sinclair. that’s called winning battles, principal weems,” i joke back, my head not leaving my desk. “where is my reward?”

a laugh escapes her lips, a hand sliding across my shoulders, “a great victory indeed, though i have no reward for you. would some wine tonight suffice?” goosebumps followed the path of her hand, more rose from her words.

i tilted my head back and opened my eyes to look at her, “i’m quite picky with wine, it better be worth my while.” her lips curved into a smile, her eyes rolling with humor. every time i put a smile on her face i was almost in awe. in awe that i was capable of making her, a goddess amongst mortals, smile like that.

my eyes follow her as she moves from behind me to sit on edge of my desk. her eyes looking down at me made it hard to sit still, to not stand up and trap her against the desk. i stare back up at her from my seat, watching as her eyes scan across my face, flickering down to my lips a couple times. my eyes stay on hers, too captured by them to look away.

her lips were moving, but words didn’t reach my ears. “hmm?” i let out, blinking rapidly to reset my thoughts.

“wine, darling. white, rosé, or red?” her own crimson lips were in a smirk, knowing she had distracted me by just being here. could she see how i longed for her lipstick to paint my skin? for her touch to trace those stains she leaves behind?

“red. red is good,” i couldn’t trust myself with more words, still recovering from getting lost in her, and she seemed to relish in that fact. the fact that her eyes, her voice, her touch, they were all capable of shutting me up and making me still. i wished to make her as nervous as she makes me, wanting the same butterflies that fill my stomach and the same hand that grips my heart to find her.

she stands from her perch at my desk, my face now level with her abdomen, but my eyes never leaving her face. a hand rises to my cheek, her thumb stroking it ever so lightly, “seven o’clock?”

leaning into her hand, i match her hushed tone, “wouldn’t miss it for the world, larissa.” at that she dropped my face and left, only a light pink blush across her cheeks. i smiled to myself for being able to make her blush like a nervous teenager.

it’s 6:57 and i’m running. sprinting from icarus hall as fast as possible to make it to larissa on time. 6:59 and i’m practically running through walls, sliding across the floor as i turn down hallways. the bell tower begins to ring, seven o’clock. i land in front of her door and collect myself. before my hand can even tap the door, it opens.

“am i supposed to pretend i didn’t see you run across the gardens?”

“i can always leave and walk back again if that suits you?” she laughs at my response. “you said seven. i wasn’t going to leave you waiting… but if you insist…” i begin to slowly turn away. her hand grabs gentle hold of my upper arm.

“oh just sit down, you fool,” her laugh is even stronger. my heart beats rapidly at the sound. i watch as she grabs two glasses and pours. my eyes never leaving her hands, watching as they gripped the bottle, balanced the glass stem between her fingers. i blinked quickly as she started to return to me, not wanting her to notice my staring.

she passes me a glass, fingers brushing mine in the process. the feeling of her skin was enough to goosebumps up my arm, and she was watching close enough to notice. she sat next to me, turning herself towards my direction, legs tucked under her. there was comfort in the silence between us. her eyes stayed on the fire place, bringing her glass to her lips. it was hard to pull my attention away from her long enough to take a sip of my own wine.

“does this suit as reward for your victory against puppy-dog eyes?” larissa’s voice dances around me. i could feel the weight of the question, could also feel the toying within her tone.

“for now,” i state before taking a sip of wine, looking in her eyes as i do so. a single, perfectly penciled brow raises as she cocks her head to side. her lips part, then shut again. checkmate, i think to myself.

the tables turn immediately when larissa leans forward, eyes glued to mine. i’m trapped in her gaze, i cannot move and i don’t want to. i take this chance to look at her, to truly look at her. nothing could or would ever compare to her right now, in this moment. her lipstick half gone from the day, much stuck to the rim of her wine glass. her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire in front of us, and hopefully the moment between us. she was pure light in my eyes, the sun and stars will never outshine her. i travel back to her eyes, they must have been crafted from the finest of kyanite crystals. she finally speaks up after a “do-i-even-want-to-know” amount of my staring.

“hi,” she whispers since she’s barely two inches from my own face.

“hey,” and i immediately want to bang my head on a wall, she’s this close and she’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed, and i said ‘hey.’

“if…if wine suffices ‘for now,’ what would suffice ‘for later’ or-”it’s there that larissa pauses, like she’s made a mistake. if this were any other moment, i’d dismiss this, but her face falls and she’s looks almost scared.

i answer the first part, “as ‘for later,’ more time with you is all i require, if that’s okay with you,” she smiles and i decide to lighten to mood more, let her decide what she wants to reveal. “about ‘or’ i’m less confident, give me a day to think about it,” i huff a laugh at my own joke while placing my wine on the table. smiling harder when i look to see she’s biting her lip to not laugh, but it proves unsuccessful.

“you’re not funny, first of all,” a finger presses to my lips as i start to protest her insult, and i bite my tongue. she pulls her finger away from my mouth as she leans to put her own glass on the table. “second, don’t mind the ‘or,’ i quite liked your first answer, more time with you is more than okay with me,” she smiles so softly in this moment i nearly melt like putty next to her on the loveseat.

moving slowly, i begin to lean closer to her. our noses brush and her breath grazes my lips. every part of me is buzzing, begging for her touch. my hand cups her cheek, she sucks in a breath but doesn’t lean away. at this, i lean more to place my forehead against hers, and i hear the breath she took in release. her hands come to rest on my neck, and my heart rate flies through the roof, she could probably feel it. the heart that beat for her only.

her hands slid to the back of my neck, her eyes look into mine, asking if she can move forward. my free hand moves to cup the other side of her face, my thumb stroking the apple of her cheek. so beautiful.

i lean slowly, leaving time for her to move. praise to the gods above because she doesn’t move, she urges forward and connects our lips. the kiss is so gentle, both of us craving the closeness. then, one of her hands moves from my neck, down to my waist. she pulls me closer to her and i nearly gasp, she uses this opportunity to move her tongue to my mouth, gentle and calculated in her movements. holding back a moan from the contact, i move one hand into her hair, the other hand’s finger spreading out, needing to hold more of her like my life depended on it.

she pushes into me more, i willingly move with her, wanting to feel the delicious weight of her against me. this only spurs both of us on, hands wander further and the kiss becomes deeper. i don’t think i could ever live a day without this ever again, without her here, half on my lap and kissing me. pulling away from her to take a breath only becomes more sweet once i open my eyes again. her lipstick is smudged a bit, her up-do now disheveled, her dress wrinkled, she was a work of art. i could only whisper to her, not wanting to ruin this moment, not wanting her to move.

“would it be selfish to ask for all of your time?”

“would it be selfish of me to accept it for all of yours in return?”

this originally ended just after the “checkmate” part but then i just kept going lol. feedback is appreciated <3

#larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems fluff #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfic #wlw positivity

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Wednesday/Enid x reader - with you where I go

Hi, I was wondering if I could do a request for Wenclair (Wendsday x Enid) x GN!reader where the reader is suicidal and when Enid and Wendsday go to reader room to finally confess they find them on the floor with a smile in their face while some sleeping pills and alcohol are in their desk next to a letter? (Yes, I'm a sucker for angst but It's totally fine if you don't want to write this!) - 🥀💜

TW: mentions of suicide and depression!

You felt strangely happy, for what you were about to do. Seeing the tub and the bottle of your desk, you tapped your pen against the wood as you turned back to the paper.

You had been trying to find the words to say, but you weren’t sure.

How did you explain this? How did you explain everything?

Sighing to yourself, you looked up and picked up the picture on your desk, your smile falling slightly and turning into a sad one as you ran your thumb along it.

Setting the picture down, you knew the words you had to write.

The setting sun beamed through your window, and you finally finished writing.

Folding the letter up neatly, you set it on your desk and opened the tub and the bottle.

Within minutes the contents of both were gone, and you slowly slid from the chair to the floor, resting your head against the wood.

Enid was practically bouncing with excitement as she waited for Wednesday to finish getting ready.

“Hurry up! Hurry up!”

“Will you stop? (Y/N) is always in their dorm at this time you know this.”

“I know but I’m just really excited! I can’t wait to tell them how I feel!” Enid grinned.

Wednesday shrugged her jacket on and gestured for the werewolf to leave the room.

“I am repulsed by the idea, but it is more annoying not saying anything.”

Enid leant closer to Wednesday.

“You have a crush~” she sang.

“Do not be childish.”

Enid just grinned and she practically dragged Wednesday all the way to your dorm.

Enid frantically knocked on your door while Wednesday stared at the wood as if she could see directly through it.

“Somethings wrong.”

Enid stopped knocking and turned to Wednesday, cocking her head to the side a little bit in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Wednesday lifted her sleeve up and checked her watch before looking at the door once more. Then she turned to enid.

“They should be listening to music at this time, you can always hear it through the hallway. But there is none.”

“Maybe they forgot.” Enid shrugged.

Wednesday shook her head and walked straight towards the door and turned the handle.

“No, they never forget. Because it’s when they tidy their room.”

Wednesday flung the door open and she stormed in despite Enid begging her to respect your boundaries.

Wednesday looked around the room before spotting you on the floor.

“(Y/N).”

She rushed to you and Enid was right behind her, hand over her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

“A…are they okay…?”

“There’s a pulse, but it’s weak, get Weems.”

Enid was frozen in place, and Wednesday looked at her startling her back to reality.

“Okay!”

Enid fumbled with her phone as she pulled it out, going straight to call the teacher to get her to come down and help.

Wednesday laid you on your back, tilting your head to the side while she rested it in her lap and she looked around.

She saw the tub and the bottle from the spot on the floor.

“What have you done…” she whispered.

She wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly what you had done.

She just couldn’t understand why.

Yes, she always said death would be glorious, but not for you. Far from it being you.

Wednesdays vision blurred, and a lump formed in her throat as Weems came running through your door a few minutes late.

She tried to usher to two students out but they refused to leave your side.

Enid was sobbing into your chest while Wednesday was simply staring at your pale form.

Everything after was a blur, you were taken away, Weems tried to get them out of your room and while Enid rushed to be with you, Wednesday stayed in your room.

She slowly stood up, pulling the chair from your desk out to sit down and she looked at the letter that was sat there.

Enid refused to read it, and Weems didn’t want to touch it since it wasn’t addressed to her, but once the two girls had looked at it she had asked for the letter to be handed over.

Wednesday didn’t want to read it, but seeing her name scrawled on it with your messy handwriting she didn’t have a choice.

You wanted them to read it.

Reaching out, she slowly took it in her hands and unfolded it.

‘Wednesday, Enid,

I am sorry it came to this, I know what you’ll say Enid, I should’ve spoken to you, Wednesday will say the same thing, but it’s not that easy.

I’ve been fighting this for a while now, it isn’t something anyone could’ve helped with. I’d been fighting my mind for years, and I guess it just became too much.

Pease don’t be sad Enid, I know it’ll hurt, but you’ll always have the videos of us partying and laughing to remember me by.

And Wednesday, promise me you won’t let this put you off feeling emotions for anyone. It’s okay to be upset, to feel hurt, those are valid emotions, and that’s okay.

I’ll always be with you both.

I love both of you, and I’m sorry I never told you, I just could’ve bring myself to choose.

Just know I’m happy now, this is what I’ve wanted for a long while, I’ve finally reached the happiness I’ve been searching for for a while.

I’ll always be watching over you, and I’ll keep you both as safe as I possibly can.

I’m so sorry.’

Wednesday folded the letter up and she tucked it into her pocket, they she reached out and took the photo frame from your desk.

It was you and Enid smiling, your arms wrapped around Wednesday at the fair.

Wednesday took the frame, and a few other things and stuffed them into a bag before leaving the room.

She rushed straight back to her dorm, setting the picture frame in front of the window with your favourite hoodie, plushie and phone all neatly beside it.

“Why would you do this…?”

Her voice cracked as she looked out of her side of the window.

She slowly stepped out and looked up at the moon, a bright star shone right next to it.

A star she had never seen before.

She had to leave the school.

While Enid sat at the hospital waiting for you, she had her hands buried in her face, and she felt someone tap her shoulder.

Looking, she sniffled and wiped her tears, watching as Wednesday sat on the chair next to her.

Wednesday turned away, but her hand reached out, and Enid immediately lightly grasped it, lacing their fingers together.

“Have you heard anything?” Wednesday asked softly.

“No…”

Wednesday nodded and the pair of them just sat there waiting while Weems sat across from them praying that you would be alright

#wednesday x reader #netflix wednesday #wednesday x y/n #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagine #Enid #Enid x reader #Enid x you #enid x y/n #Enid imagine #Enid sinclair #enid sinclair x y/n #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair x you #Enid sinclair imagine

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makncheese12 · 1 year

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Masterlist

I am currently only working for Wednesday characters and Jenna Ortega characters plus Amber freeman so feel free to request anything for them!

Prompt list

—what I write—

- Angst and fluff

- fem or GN reader (I will occasionally do male if you ask nicely but only on special occasions)

- i do imagines, character series, what it’s like dating them (listing off little scenarios), Drabble, head canons, thots, ect. Just ask and you’ll receive eventually.

My Spotify (has a crap ton of characters and what you’d listen to as a couple ig)

—Wednesday Series—

Wednesday Addams playlist

Wednesday Addams -

Cat shifter series:

Small problem

Savior (part 2 to small problem)

Woe is me

Series/possible series:

Alkaline pt. 1

Alkaline pt. 2

High Risk

Small problem

Misc:

Enid Sinclair -

Big Boom

BIanca Barclay -

Tyler Galpin -

Wenclair x reader -

—Jenna Ortega—

Jenna Ortega playlist

Jenna Ortega -

Misc:

Big Girl

Series:

Top shelf

Top shelf pt. 2

Top shelf pt. 3

Top Shelf pt. 4

Top Shelf pt. 5

Top Shelf pt. 6

Top Shelf pt. 7

Corbul Mic

Vada Cavell -

Vada Cavell playlist

Lorraine Day -

Tara carpenter -

Tara carpenter playlist

Locked up

—Misc—

Amber Freeman -

Amber freeman playlist

A little Closer

Emmett Cullen -

Emmett Cullen x bimbo/blonde!fem reader

#Wednesday Addams #Masterlist #enid sinclair #Bianca Barclay #Tyler Galpin #Jenna Ortega #Vada Cavell #Lorraine day #Amber freeman #fan fic

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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one hundred and seventeen

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: from the second she left, your world stopped spinning on its axis

warnings: grief/loss, angst, more angst, a little more angst, discussion of death, mentions of suicidal thoughts (nothing explicit, a single statement), long-winded but on purpose, little bit of wenclair to breakup the noise, happy ending bc im NICE

note: this one was a bit personal but i hope you enjoy it. sorry for being ia i’m not doing to sexy funky fresh mentally :)

day 1.

broken. everywhere. glass across the floor, picture frames and cups shattered. dents in the wall from your fists, another from the door handle. you held your hand in pain in the bathroom as you tweezed glass and cleared dust from your lacerations. all you could bring yourself to do was throw a few bandaids on and wrap your bruising wrist before you melted into the bed and let tears fall for the first time since you’d heard.

day 16.

an unusually warm day in december slowly melts the snow around nevermore. puddles scattered the grounds, still and undisturbed. the water dripping from the eaves reminded you of the tears that had fallen for the first fourteen days. now, only a heavy feeling in your chest and a pain behind your eyes lingered. the last two days had been spent in the same position on her side of the bed, curled into a ball. how you don’t suffocate in your sleep is a mystery to me, sweetheart. your face stayed shoved in her pillow, your back to the mess of broken items across the floor from your blinding rage from the first day. you’d been telling yourself you’d clean it, that you’d do a lot of things, but not once did you leave the four walls of the bedroom. most your days were spent in bed, staring at her vanity until you fell asleep.

day 34.

a doubled-trash bag and a lot of sweeping later, the only remaining evidence of your rampage left was dents in various walls. pictures were put into new frames, but only the ones of her alone were hung back up. the happy person beside her in those pictures is gone, gone the second she was.

a shower. the first in two weeks, if you’re being honest. moving from your bed to even grab some water was all you could afford for first month, leaving her side of the bed was a physical challenge. the cold water was nearly unbearable, but you didn’t change it. it was nice to feel something other than pain for once.

day 56.

move-in day, her second favorite day of the year, her most favorite has been and always will be the poe cup. you watch from afar on a balcony as the students greet each other, holding each other tighter than they ever had before. you almost smile, almost. you’d always stood here together, watching everyone say their hellos and settle before making her rounds. you’d always make your way back to her office and prepare the space for some dinner and wine, talk about everything and nothing. now the balcony just felt cold. the plan to stay and watch from your safe distance is ruined when coach vlad approaches.

“i wondered if we’d see you,” is all he says, not prying.

“they appointed me interim principal. i have to be here,” you say through a heavy sigh. there’s never been a point in hiding anything from vlad, he could read you like a book.

he clears his throat, “well that’s not right. you’re a teacher, not a principal. you have classes to teach.”

a bitter laugh leaves you, “according to the board, being the spouse of the ‘late, and dearly missed, principal gives me the qualifications’ to be two people at once for a while.” you hardly felt like even one person, but you didn’t say this to him.

vlad’s hand rests on your shoulder, “well, principal, i think you should greet your students. i know there’s a few that would like to see you,” he watches you frown a bit, “only for a little while, then you can disappear. we can all help you together, we’ve got your back.”

you shake him off, “i hate when you’re right.”

walking to the courtyard, parents and students alike hide their stares, some wave, most give a sad, tightlipped smile. it wasn’t until you kept walking that a blur of blonde and stripes collided with a solid thud into your body. your arms instinctively wrap around them, knowing it’s one of your students. the fierce grip they have on you tells you all you need to know.

“hi, enid,” you whisper into her hair. she squeezes you tighter before you push her back a bit to see her. the marks on her cheek from fighting the hyde were healed, just three pink line resting across her face. she was still the same enid you met on her first ever day at nevermore, just stronger.

“hi, professor,” she says timidly.

“where’s your girl?” you ask softly, smoothing enid’s hair down from her collision into your chest.

her cheeks heat up, “she’s saying goodbye to her parents and pugsley,” she toys in her colorful nails, “and- don’t be mad please- missus addams wants to talk to you.”

you close your eyes for a moment to ground yourself, “and if i asked you to say you didn’t find me?”

she giggles, “then i didn’t find you because wow! it’s so crazy busy, and like there’s so many people i couldn’t possibly find you that easily.”

“thank you,” you caress her cheek, “now, go unpack and decorate your room. i’ll check in later, okay?” enid only nods as she jogs away to presumably find wednesday.

day 60.

a knock on the door of your personal quarters draws you from deep thought. looking at the clock on the wall, it’s 11:56 at night. you’d be mad if you’d been sleeping, or watching tv even, but you’d been staring at the same spot since 8:30, so maybe this was a sign to get off your ass. you wrap her white robe around yourself, not bothering to try and look presentable. there was already a ninety percent chance it was vlad anyways.

it was definitely not vlad when you opened the door. but instead, wednesday addams in black flannel pyjama pants and a black long sleeve. she stared at you until you moved out of the way, inviting her in.

“it’s past curfew, wednesday.”

“same could be said to you. looks like you’ve been up past several curfews.”

you sigh, “touché, miss addams. why have you graced me with your presence at nearly midnight?”

she glances down to her feet, then back to your eyes, “i wanted to say i’m sorry i failed.”

your head cocks to the side, “failed what, wednesday?”

she blinks a couple times, “it was all my idea, to fool laurel. she didn’t want to, but i made her and she died for it,” she takes a deep breath, “she was asking for you.”

you held back the choked sound that fought to escape you and closed your eyes, steadying yourself. you pictured her hands holding your face, the touch itself was enough to bring you down from any great stress. but now you only had that memory, but it would have to do for now. wednesday’s pain was more important than yours at this moment.

you take a deep breath and open your eyes, “wednesday, i’m going to put my hands on your shoulders. is that okay?” she nods, barely perceptible, but enough that you know it’s okay. your hands rest on her shoulders, willing her to keep looking at you, “none of this is your fault. you wanted to stop someone from hurting everyone, larissa wanted that too. maril- laurel’s actions were her own. you’re still a child, wednesday, brilliant and very capable, but still a child. i will never blame you, wednesday.”

her hand moves up to pat the the top of one of yours, a silent thank you. you drop your hands, and lead her out, back to ophelia hall. wednesday silently unlocked and opened her door, the sound of enid’s light snores enters the hallway. you turn away and pretend not to notice the loving smile on the addams girl’s face when she sees her girlfriend.

day 72. the spring formal was something larissa had been planning since she finished planning the rave’n. the theme, decorations, food, drinks, everything was carefully curated and tucked into a binder sitting on the shelves to the right of her desk. you knew the plans were in there, in her office, in her handwriting. you psyched yourself up for the walk in, you hadn’t been in there yet. you’d avoided this hallway the entirety of the semester thus far, but with the formal a month away, it was necessary.

her office was the same it stood that morning, just with a thin layer of dust across the surface. slowly, you step in, shutting and locking the door behind you. you rounded the desk, just staring at everything. raven still perched behind cracked glass, reading glasses folded neatly off the side next to her favorite pen. it writes so well! darling, look at this. my penmanship has never been better! to the left of her lamp, a photo of the two of you stared back. wide smiles and crinkled eyes, her lipstick on your cheek, your hand gently cradling her face. there was so much love in one picture.

bitter tears welled in your eyes. eight years wasn’t enough time. eight decades, centuries, millennia, none of it would’ve been enough. nothing would ever fill this gap left behind by her. she’d taken your heart with her and left your soul in this wasteland that you called life. but this wasn’t a life, not without her.

it wasn’t until a droplet landed on her desk that you noticed your tears. your shaking hands angrily wiped away your tears, only making your face more red in the process. you moved to find the binder, you’d spent many nights watching her work on this formal, giving your opinion when asked, dragging her to bed when you were too tired and too stubborn to sleep without her. i’m just in the other room, sweetheart. it’s cold without you, my angel. how you wished you could pull her back now, bring her to your room and never leave. just you and her, no one and nothing else.

hastily, you grab the binder and leave the office. you wipe the last of your tears before heading back to your own office. your quick steps raise the attention of a couple staff members in the hall. when they saw where you can from, their eyes darted down as they pretended to be busy with whatever was in front of them. pity the widow, everyone’s new favorite game, you thought with deep resentment.

day 93.

it’d been six years since she proposed. you don’t leave your room. vlad left breakfast, lunch, and dinner outside your door with a knock. each time he came to collect the plates, they were in the same place, untouched. he felt defeated but he wouldn’t push, not today. tomorrow he will. he’s not watching his best friend dissolve into dust in front of his eyes.

day 100.

spring formal was a welcome distraction. you’d spent days preparing decorations, gluing, taping, stapling until your hands ached. every single minute detail larissa noted, even ones she decorated with question marks in red ink. you’d become quite good at lugging the ladder around to hang the floral decorations. you’re only change was swapping jasmines for pink lace azaleas, they were her favorite. were, were, were.

this dance had a darker color theme than the last. the tables had black cloths, the only source of color were the flowers draping across every beam, table, column. the lights matched the colors of the purple wisterias and lisianthuses, blue bom dendrobiums, gently placed forget-me-nots, and larissa’s azaleas.

the students were happy, smiling and dancing and chatting. they’re happy. they’re safe. the gates are locked, entrances are being watched. nothing, not even a normie, is ruining this for them, for you. you look to vlad an hour in, he knows you’re already in need of a break. he gestures to the door, silently allowing you to disappear.

your long black coat keeps the light chill of the spring night off your skin, but allows enough in to feel something. the docks call your name, and you sit with your legs dangling over the water, laying on the dock and staring into the stars to find constellations larissa had taught you. syphilis? that’s a dreadful name for some stars. you could still hear her hearty laughter. you know damn well i said cepheus, you menace!

sometimes you wonder if she’s watching you from the stars, watching you miss her. could she see how your face had hollowed and your eyes had sunken in? you hoped she couldn’t, you hope she missed every night you lay awake staring into the darkness until the sun peaks through cracks of the drawn shades.

“i love you,” you speak into the night, letting your words rise to wherever she is. “every night i wish to fly to you, but i can’t find the strength,” you’re ashamed of your own words, but you continue, “gods, larissa. why did you have to leave me here? i don’t want to be, not without you, it’s not fair. ” your hands cover your face, willing yourself not to cry. you had to return eventually, and you didn’t need more attention than you already got.

after some time, your tears settle and all that’s left behind is the pain in your head and the lead in your heart. your sit up and stare along the water, following a leaf flow across with assistance from the wind. a boat for fairies? she had giggled. i’m sure they enjoy taking the scenic route time-to-time! you’d defended. i guess that could make sense… to a child. she was playing to win, and she did. fuck, you missed her. she haunted your every thought and memory, like your mind was trying to convince you she was right there.

you finally stand and turn back to nevermore. you hadn’t been gone too long thankfully, but you’re sure vlad would’ve let you irish goodbye this without any problem. you start to think you should, because you just feel like someone’s staring at you. but they always are, maybe it’s just your mind again.

day 109.

tonight’s inability to sleep brought you back to the docks, lantern in hand and book tucked under your arm. you had to introduce this book to the class soon and a refresher would be nice, at least that was your excuse your reading instead of trying to sleep. you sat with one leg dangling over the dock, the other tucked under you. the lantern was carefully arranged to provide as much light as possible to the pages. opening the book, you skip the preamble and head straight to chapter one, reading aloud to yourself.

by chapter four, your eyes were beginning to grow tired. in the middle of chapter seven, the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. your eyes scanned the lake, pine trees, water lilies, not out of the ordinary. the persistent feeling of being watched only grew more intent, closer even. you picked a leaf off the ground and placed it as your bookmark, grabbed the lantern, and rode to your feet.

even with the ‘don’t be a horror movie first girl and look around’ feeling ringing through your mind, you felt as though you had to. you mindlessly trailed around the lake, finding no signs of anyone else, not even an animal. i’m finally going mad, you thought to yourself. with a heavy sigh, you walk back towards nevermore with your eyes on the ground.

halfway back to the dock, your eyes catch a glimpse of indents in the soil. two rounded triangle with a dot a few inches below each. you stared for a bit, eyes squinting and turning your head for new angles. as you put your own foot next to it, it dawned on you. high heel marks, facing the dock you’d been sitting at.

day 110.

tonight you went to the docks earlier, only a lantern this time around. you’re determined now, no matter how crazy you think you’re going. you find where the heel prints had been last night. nothing was there now.

how this was your final straw, you don’t know. a guttural scream leaves your throat, echoing across the black water. “you said you wouldn’t! leave me! you said forever at that altar, you lied to me,” your words come out hoarse, thick with tears. taking deep breaths, your fingers unconsciously played with your wedding band. “i’ll forgive you for leaving if you just come back,” your tears fell to the ground where the footsteps once were.

for the next hour, you sat against the tree behind you, staring into the lake and following its ripples. the feeling of being watched returned, your ears were warming from the attention. this time, you confronted the feeling.

“i know you’re there,” you spoke loudly, “i don’t like this game anymore. show yourself,” your tone was nearly a growl from the anger and sadness boiling within your heart.

nothing.

day 117.

six hours and thirteen essays later, the school day was done. as you stretched your arms about your head, you caught a glimpse of red ink dyed your finger tips. packing your bag, fast clicking in the hall caught your attention.

your door swung open and the cause of the clicking was revealed. the front desk assistant, clea, was heaving in her place. you quickly ran to her, hands gently on her shoulders.

“clea… clea! breathe, deep breaths. what’s wrong?” you hoped the stroking of your thumb on her shoulder would help her focus her breathing.

“the office door was open… i was checking to see if you’d gone in,” her voice shakes, “most definitely not you.”

your eyes are hard, “clea. if you are not straightforward with me within five seconds, i won’t fire you, but i’ll think of something.”

her eyes widen with fear, “she’s in the office.”

and you’re running. you’re pushing yourself off the walls to turn, not risking slowing down for even a second. the north hall was just within reach. the administrative hall, her office, seconds away. you slammed into the wall near the door, scrambling for the handle. a deep breath in, and you open the door.

staring out the window in all white, she was right there. silvery dress and overcoat. her hair down, she was facing away but it was still her. you’d know she was there if your eyes were closed.

“mon ange?”

when she turns, her eyes find yours. big, blue crystal eyes staring back, tears flowing over her lashes and down her cheeks. you both slowly step toward each other, your hands finding her face, smoothing over her jaw and cheekbones. she was here, in tact. larissa evangeline weems, your wife, the one you’ve mourned for 117 days, is alive. rage. red rage.

“what sort of sick, twisted joke do you think your playing?” you push her away from you, “you’ve been here the whole time, haven’t you? watching me? you’ve seen everything and didn’t come back? let me think you’re dead?” you’re screaming at this point, something larissa never saw from you in eight years.

her hands reached out, you wearily allowed her hands to hold your face, “i- baby… i couldn’t move for so long, i was shifting beyond my control for weeks. by the time i could move again, so much time had passed.”

your hands wrapped around her wrists, “so much time you thought i’d not want to see you? that i wasn’t waiting for you for all three months, three weeks, and five days? i’ve watched that door every day, every single night i’ve sat there waiting,” you hands move to her face, “waiting for you.”

she’d never been more beautiful then she was in this moment. right here, with you. her hands grip your cheeks, pulling you into her kiss. one hundred and seventeen days you’d waited for her, waited for her lips and hands on you. you pushed her back until the back of her thighs hit the desk, biting her lip in the process, making her gasp lightly.

pulling away from her lips, you keep your eyes shut as you speak to her, “if you ever put me through that again, i will kill you for real. then bring you back to kill you again,” you nose nudges against her cheek, “understood?”

her lips press to the skin under your eye, “i understand,” she says with a chuckle, “i won’t put up a fight.”

you allow your eyes to open slowly as your fingers trace her face. she’s real, she’s alive. she smells the same, tastes the same, touches and feels the same. she’s your wife, your larissa. fingers trace down from her face, down her neck, shoulders then down her arms, grabbing her hands.

“can we go home?” her voice is so soft, the way it had been the first time she kissed you.

“i’d like nothing more. we can talk more in the morning,” you kissed her knuckles.

this had a very different ending originally but i decided to be nice. this time :D

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