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HAPPY PRIDE EVERBODY (You didn't ask) Unfortunately I can't go to any pride parades in la because homophobic family but if any of you do tell me about Be gay do crime

*screams*

HAPPY FUCKING PRIDE

ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC PEOPLE EXIST AND ARE PART OF THE COMMUNITY

NOW GO BE MENACES TO SOCIETY

THIS Also Enid rambling would've been so cute I agree

There’s one particular mischaracterization of Wednesday and Enid that just really annoys me and that’s the whole “Gomez-ification of Wednesday Addams” trope. Cause it just clearly doesn’t fit their relationship?

Okay first, obviously Wednesday would gladly both kill and die for Enid. And she’d sooner die than break Enid’s heart. Obvious Gomez traits.

But I think that Enid fits the role of Gomez so much better. And there’s plenty of evidence to prove this in the show, but one particular example I think shows it better than any. And that’s of course the scene where Enid wolfs out to save Wednesday. Let’s break it down, shall we? So first we have Enid and Ajax making out 🤮 (and btw, Wednesday would absolutely love for Enid to wolf out on her in the middle of making out, just saying) and Eugene calls, suspecting something may be wrong. Now at that particular point, they don’t necessarily know that Wednesday is in certain danger. And yet, Enid is already willing to forget kissing Ajax, her boyfriend, in order to make sure Wednesday is safe.

THEN! Thing comes in and confirms that Wednesday is in real, life-threatening danger. And after meeting with the Nightshades, Enid fully abandons Ajax to go out on her own, with no backup beyond a disembodied hand (no offense, Thing) and no weapons beyond her claws and no idea she would actually wolf out. And then, she does wolf out, for the very first time, purely because Wednesday is in danger and she needs to save her. Now THAT! is Gomez Addams behavior and you cannot convince me otherwise.

(And don’t even get me started on the proud puppy face she had when she looked back at Wednesday. If she could talk in that moment, she’d be rambling, asking Wednesday if she could see that she wolfed out. And it would’ve been adorable, okay?)

So in reality, both Wednesday and Enid have tons of Gomez traits, but Enid is far more Gomez-like in how she acts. Enid would totally dote on and be obsessed with Wednesday in much more Gomez-like ways.

The albatross

Summary: when Wednesday pulls you from your slumber to investigate the gates mansion feelings emerge and injuries happen

A/n: I’ve spent so long finishing this fic i think I’m relatively happy with it! Enjoy.

Warnings: Tyler, jealousy, choking, stabbing wounds, hospitals, required unrequited love, dubious ending you decide if we live or die (probably more I’ve forgot)

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A violent shaking is what breaks you from your sleep, you’re currently swallowed by three separate blankets with various patterns that keep you tucked nicely into your twin sized mattress on your side of the dorm.

Wednesdays pale face looks down at you, a dead pan expression on her face. And thing sits on your pillow by your face whilst Enid is crouched on your other side watching eagerly, the blonde is the one violently shaking you.

“Y/n, get up it’s girls night!” It’s obvious now that Enid is excited shaking you over the fact that Wednesday pealed not only yourself. but Enid as well for a “girls night”

“Enid stop shaking me!” you bellow, Your body aches in protest against waking up even if it is to hangout with your favourite girls, between school, falling in love with Wednesday and monster hunting, you’ve been more tired than usual.

“Sorry” Enid rubs the back of her neck bashfully and it’s only then do you realise that both Wednesday and Enid are wearing their matching snoods and you close your eyes again fully prepared for the werewolf girl to throw your matching snood over your head and pull you along and out of the spiderweb window to the balcony. It was definitely past curfew.

And it doesn’t come as a surprise when Enid does pull out your bright purple snood and pulls it over your head “come on y/n!” Enid squeals her feet tapping against the wood flooring excited to celebrate Wednesdays birthday,

And the aforementioned girl Who has been quietly watching the scene by your bedside the gloomy girl with an out of place hand knitted snood and an hilarious grumpy look on her face but her brown eyes sworm with schemes and you’re fully aware this will not be a normal “girls night.” When was anything normal with Wednesday.

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You’re proven right when you’re forced out your room in the dead of night to “take Enid to the lupin cages” so the adults think but really Wednesdays leading you out the nevermore gates to a beat up car that you unfortunately know to be Tyler’s.

He seems alright for a normie but the jealousy that stabs your heart whenever you see him and Wednesday together only serves to be a painful reminder that no matter if the boy gives you a free coffees you still can’t bare to be in his presence.

What’s worse? Is you can tell the boys got a raging crush on Wednesday.

But You’d follow Wednesday to the ends of the earth even if that meant coming face to face with the monster that just so happens to be terrorising Jericho.

Opening the door and sitting in the back seat Wednesday having long been sat in the passenger seat Enid takes her place by your side In your matching snoods. The excited look dusting her face drops at the inclusion of Tyler.

“He’s our Uber driver?” Enid sighs her eyes flickering to Wednesday

“Uber driver? I thought we were going on a date”Tyler says pointedly looking between the two of you in the back to Wednesday sitting nonchalant in the passenger seat

You feel a stab of hurt pass through you the girl was supposed to go on a date with him? but you remind yourself she blew him off for you and Enid.

It’s silly, you don’t have some claim over Wednesday she’s a free woman, and besides she’d definitely never allow anyone to have any claim over her in the first place.

And by the way she behaves with her parents she doesn’t seem to be all that into romance, unlike you and Enid who spend every Tuesday binging new romance movies.

In your thoughts you barely notice Enid frown beside you “I thought this was girls night out” the girl sulks looking at you for backup and you can’t stop the yawn that forces itself from your throat but you place your hand on Enid’s hand to reassure the girl, before you turn your attention to Wednesday for some answers, Enid and Tyler follow suit.

Wednesday gives you nothing more than “there’s been a change of plans” not even sparing a glance at you all, sighing you rest your back against the seat as Tyler asks the girl in the dim yellow light of the car

“What’s up with the matching hoodie scarf thing?”and before you can answer the boy Wednesday in the front seat murmurs

“Don’t ask just drive”

And just like that you, Enid, and Tyler have been yet again roped into Wednesdays plans but part of you doesn’t mind it. it means you’re close enough with the girl for her to want your company.

But Between the stuffy snood, and your romantic competition. It’s very difficult to be stuck in the same car as the guy who Wednesday kind of likes tolerates.

You clip your seatbelt in and sulk beside Enid in the back seat

So you watch as Enid sighs and clips in her seatbelt and Tyler rolls his eyes in the drivers seat a hint of annoyance but mostly fondness clouds his vision as he starts the car

“So where too?”

And with that Tyler takes the three of you to an abandoned house in the woods with a creepy gate and you can’t stop the thought that passes your mind that this is so Wednesday.

You may have been upset at the disturbance to your sleep schedule but you were doing it for Wednesday so it was less bad as long as her dark eyes watched you, you couldn’t care less about sleep, or trespassing.

The only thing important to you was making sure Wednesday didn’t get herself killed. (although she’d probably like that) you couldn’t stand to see her die.

“Okay this isn’t what I signed up for.” Tyler’s hands shake beside Enid and the smaller girl looks terrified by his side as she exclaims a tentative “ditto”

a thought passes over you Tyler would be a nice friend to have if he wasn’t in love with Wednesday. Even if he’s chickening out on exploring a house.

“I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday by a surprise party or dinner, I want to do this.” Wednesday explains like it’s obvious as her fingers make fast work at picking the locked gate.

“You should’ve just said so, you didn’t have to trick us” Tyler’s voice of softer now, kinder. and you know he’s like you. Bewitched by the girl and your hands twitch by your side screaming at him to just leave you alone with Wednesday. Just go! Your shadows reach out closer to Tyler in anger before blending back into the ground.

pushing against the metal gate of the gates mansion, your boots crunch against the ground and you’d shine your flashlight Wednesday brought for you and you’d walk shakily forward. Shadows curling around your feet for comfort

The darkness and abandoned house unnerving you, it was ironic to be able to control shadows and the dark still scared you. but you took a deep breath & sucked it up anyway you vaguely heard Tyler behind you ask Enid

“Does she do that often? You know… the shadow thing?” Tyler asked his voice lowering you could practically feel him point at you from behind and despite Enid’s growing fear the girl laughed

“Yes.”

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Minutes passed and now the four of you had gotten closer to the house with Enid and Tyler behind yourself and Wednesday “seriously you want to go in there?” Enid looks frantically between the three of you and you shrug your shoulders, Wednesdays made you do worse before.

But you sigh outwardly “if you still want to leave you can.” Your eyes look pointedly at Enid you know she’s softer than you, not that it’s a bad thing but she doesn’t usually like to explore abandoned houses.

“I’m gonna go check out the garage” Wednesday looks thourouhly pleased with herself as she hurry’s down the path quicker

You shake your flashlight and follow beside the girl the chilly night air slaps you in the face as you walk and you’re oddly thankful for your matching snood.

Your heart constricts as you walk past the entrance but you shake the nerves off when Wednesday comes to a boarded up door she can’t pull open, and you slide by the girl “let me try”

You say softly moving her cold fingers from the handle and her fingers twitch to your touch you breath a little shakier at the thought of holding her hand, Wednesday doesn’t look absolutely disgusted by the touch before she realises she’s still holding your hand and she tugs her hand away violently like you burned her.

coughing to cover your embarrassment your hands wrap around the handle and you pull with all your might. it doesn’t budge. Tyler comes up behind you a bashful expression on his face as he passes you his hands replace yours as his fingers wrap around the door and pull and you know it’s useless by the way he sulks away

Enid rolls her eyes before she tries the door and Lo and behold it opens with ease “warewolf strength” she smiles shrugging her shoulders

Tyler shares a look with Wednesday but the girl strides forward shining her torch into the abandoned garage Wednesday flicks the light switch and an old orange light flickers to life

“This is the car that hit the mayor” Wednesday mutters in the corner of your eye you see Enid’s face screw up into one of fear Tyler looks as nervous as you feel

“Well that’s grim” you observe the car through its windows there’s nothing incriminating in it, but regardless you control your shadows to slip inside the car, but still they come up with nothing.

“We need to call Tyler’s dad right now!” Enid cries her eyes welling with tears her pink snood around her head makes her look a bit silly and you fight the urge to pull her into a hug and tell her to go back to the car

“Why so he can take me back to nevermore and get me expelled? It’s not gonna happen.” Wednesday is firm with her words and despite the fearful looks on Tyler and Enid’s faces you can’t bring yourself to back out so you grip your torch tighter and stride forward.

The old house is devoid of any love the surfaces covered in a large layer of dust, the air feels stagnant, and the floor boards creak with every step you take. You find yourself following Wednesday closely behind.

Wednesday shines her torch down every hallway and when finally we get to a large set of stairs Wednesday is dead serious when she says “I think we should split up”

Fear glistens over Enid’s face and Tyler watches the room nervously as you swallow hard splitting up in never a good idea “how about we have another person with us so we aren’t all alone?” You attempt a reassuring smile at Enid before watching Wednesday roll her eyes

“If we must” impatience snapped from the girls tone and just as you cleared two stairs to partner with the girl, a smile growing on your face at the idea of being alone with Wednesday.

“I’ll go with Wednesday!” Enid exclaimed rocking back and forth on her feet and you’d swore you’d kill the girl sending her a sharp glare over your shoulder that said really, Enid? Way to read the room.

Before scoffing rolling your eyes and gripping your flashlight tightly you walked back down the steps in anger

“We should Meet back here if we find anything”Wednesday nodded turning to disappear out of your sight

Anger rolled off your body in waves your shadows darkening the room momentarily as you commanded Tyler to follow the warm glow of your flash light, as it illuminates the various empty rooms, first you were upset at the fact you weren’t with Wednesday and you were even more furious when you were left with Tyler.

In your anger you walked the halls stuck in your head not paying attention to your surroundings until a menacing growl sounded from behind you, you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up and the air felt like static around you.

Pointing your flashlight in the direction of the growl slowly your faced with a hedious monster its eyes big and bug like bulging from its head, and it’s massive body stalking towards you. It made the first strike of fear ripple through you, had you been so upset with being stuck with Tyler you didnt hear him get attacked?

“Tyler!” You cried eyes still locked onto the monster when you heard no response your cold hands wrapped tightly around your flashlight and you took off running in the opposite direction.

The sound of growls and thundering footsteps only meters from you made your heart constrict and your lungs burn with effort ducking your head to dodge claws you sped through room after room corner after corner your legs burning from effort that would still not be enough

“Wednesday!” You shouted as loud as you could hoping that your voice terror filled and trembling would reach your friends upstairs and motivate them to save themselves.

Your feet still slammed against the floor of the house as you ran the sound of breaking glass and falling bookshelves sounded behind you from the Hyde.

Your shadows gripping the Hyde’s legs and holding its legs down to prevent it from catching up but they did nothing more than momentarily annoy it. The Hyde’s growl of anger echoes the house

I will not die today.

You repeat like a mantra over and over turning sharply into a bedroom, the room you had just stumbled into had no exits aside from the door you just came through that happened to be blocked by the Hyde’s body

Shit shit SHIT!

Backing up as far as possible to the back of the room there was so escaping this, this would be where you die.

Tears began to burn your waterline sliding down your cheeks you had no idea why the Hyde was watching you like you were foreign or why it was taking so long to just kill you when your legs hit a desk and your hands slipped to the top of it scrambling to find something to arm yourself with, whilst still keeping your eye on the Hyde. you found a small, sharp. letter opener. slipping it up your sleeve a new found determination filled you.

“Come and get me.” You sneered your eyes narrowing and shadows darkening the room menacingly. You were no longer stuck in the room with the Hyde. It was stuck in a room with you.

And as if on que the beast stormed forward its huge clawed hand had gripped your body in a tight hold and squeezed like you were nothing.

Screams of pain filled the room the Hyde’s grip was enough to put painful pressure on your bones enough to stifle your breathing gritting your teeth you willed the letter opener to fall from your sleeve your shadows trailing up the Hyde’s legs pulling its huge body downward again before more shadows climbed its body wrapped around its neck and squeezing like the Hyde was doing to you.

Your shadows embedded themselves like sharp claws wherever possible, before stretching to blind the hide and

When its grip slightly faulted you stabbed its clawed hand satisfied by the blood that dripped from its hand as it dropped you rearing back to scream in your face before its razor sharp claws cut through the flesh of your arm and chest.

Slumping to the floor your shadow dissipated as quickly as they came and a mixture of exhaustion from using your power and pain was all that filled your world and before everything went back you could only mutter one word.

“Wednesday.”

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There was no telling how long you’d been out for but by the amount blood sticking to your skin it must have been awhile. the overwhelming searing pain of the Hyde’s claws that left these deep jagged lines made you feel sick to your stomach.

The marks ranged from your chest to your shoulder and bicep deep enough to hurt and the leave you covered in metallic blood. But you’d live.

Shuddering your hands gripped the wall to haul yourself up your shoulder screaming in protest holding pressure to your wounds your breaths shaky as you walked through the empty house trying to mask yourself in your shadows but your control left much to be desired especially by the way your body left a trail of blood after you, you were more than happy to reach the garage door.

Shallow breaths filled the air as you walked into the comforting darkness of night god you were happy to be out of that house. Resting your head against a stone pillar out the front you looked at your wound in the silver moon light.

And you felt sick your skin sticky and covered in drying blood it might have been about ten minutes later of you just sitting in pain staring up at the moonlight that Tyler piled out of the garage door and wound on his chest less substantial than yours, but still painful.

You couldn’t help the pathetic sob that left you at the sight of seeing Tyler alive, the guilt of not noticing when he went missing made you feel incredibly bad but you felt so much better seeing the normie alive.

“Oh Tyler!” You cried limping forward to pull the boy into a half hug avoiding your wounds and his wound.

“Hey” the boy greeted shakily holding you tightly you may not have liked him but you were glad he was alive.

“Where’s Wednesday?” You asked as you pulled back looking for any reassurance from the boy

“I don’t know I let them know the monster was in the house but then it got me before I could run after them” the boy fidgeted with his fingers in his lap

“That’s okay I’m sure they’re fine, Wednesdays capable.” You nodded before sinking back down to your pillar you watched the sky the burning in your arm at any movement made you wince, atleast you’re stupid snood survived.

“Here let me” Tyler smiled shedding his shirt to use as a way to stop the bleeding his tan shirt pressed against your wound with a hiss the blood staining the colour darker you felt lightheaded like any moment you’d pass out

“Hey hey hey stay awake” Tyler clicked his fingers in your face putting more pressure on your wound

“What’s going on?” Wednesdays monotone voice said her posture perfectly straight as she watched Tyler get too close for comfort to you

“Y/n!” She sounded concerned by the way she watched your face

“I’m fine, nes just a scratch” you rasped attempting to send a reassuring smile to the girl but before you could suddenly Wednesday was taking you in her arms and commanding Tyler and Enid to hurry up

“We can- we can go to my house patch her up” Tyler said his car keys in his hands and very quickly or what you assumed was very quickly you were back at the car watching the moon from the window your head resting on Wednesdays lap in the back seat

“If you die, I’ll kill you.” Wednesdays voice shook as she held Tyler’s shirt to your wound tears in her eyes and half dazed your blood stained hands ghosted over Wednesdays face wiping a tear away

“I love you” your voice shook and your head swam Delirious from the aching pain of your wound that would surely scar your body. And before you could fight it yours eyes flickered shut your eyes staring into Wednesdays brown eyes with so much love, and so much sorrow she may struggle to feel feelings but by the panic in her eyes there was something deeper than just friendship.

“No no no keep your eyes open” Wednesday panicked barely contained fear dripped from her voice

“Tyler drive faster! Take us to the hospital!” To hell with the potential expulsion Wednesday would face she couldn’t care less. All she wanted to do was save you.

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Wednesday "comforting" anyone in their friend group except Enid. She actually tries with her

When Zuko apologized to uncle Iroh in the tent cause he was so ashamed of his actions and what he’d done to the only person who unconditionally believed in his ability to do good >>>>>

I feel so called out??

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

I think I just had the most terrifying experience ever.

Me on my free time:

Hey y'all, or whatever remains of you gremlins, if there ever were any. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue the Tara fics, but I'm working on a new Cairo fic (hopefully a series) to pass the time if I'll end up making more for Tara. I didn't really think I'd keep writing, but I found my muse in Cairo. I think she's really interesting, and I've cooked up a bit of the new series I'm working on. (sneak peak)

I hope my writing has at least improved somewhat, and that you'll look forward to this new series. Thanks for anyone who read my earlier works and liked them, see y'all soon.

She's killing me She's actually killing me

JENNA ORTEGA for MADAME FIGARO PARIS Shoot.

Biggest failing of the internet is that in order to be vibing with my friends I have to actually be talking to them. I socialize like a cat I just show affection by sitting next to you. Ily but sometimes I have Nothing to say. Not a damn thing going on in my head

Harmony in Whispers

Request: Mabel x female reader where reader sees Mabel and Charlie making out at a party reader gets angry and she leaves the party Mabel goes up to reader and says what’s wrong feeling are shared and reader goes back to Mabel’s house and then some really smuty smut pleaseeee!!!

It was a frigid night in New Bedford, where even the cold seemed to seep into your heart. Oblivious to this, you faced your battle-worn body mirror, reflecting the journey it had endured since it first entered your possession. A party beckoned—a gathering curated by none other than Mabel, a friend with whom your connection ran deep, a connection that simmered with unspoken emotions.

“What to wear?” you mused, your words punctuating the room as you sifted through your collection of attire, caught between the indie charm of blue wash high-waisted mom jeans, a yellow shirt, a brown belt, and reliable black boots, or the edgy allure of a long leather coat, calf-high leather boots, a black collared shirt adorned with whimsical blue and green designs, and a navy blue skirt. The allure of comfort prevailed, and high-waisted jeans became the chosen outfit.

A thumbs-up in the mirror, a final tousle of your hair, and then the soundtrack of the night began—the ring of your phone. A fumble, a scramble, and you answered Mabel's call. "Hey," you greeted. Mabel's voice echoed through the line, "I'm waiting outside." "Give me a sec, I'm coming," you declared, the symphony of lacing up boots and grabbing a jacket underscoring the unfolding moment on that chilly night.

Mabel's petite red car perched elegantly at the curb, waiting as you descended the steps. The cold had kissed your nose and cheeks with a light tint of red, prompting Mabel to crank up the heat before you hopped into her car. "Glad I could finally get you out of the house," Mabel quipped, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Well, it’s not like you promised me that you’d let me look at your journal,” you retorted, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words. Mabel shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "You know it was a pretty weak bribe. It was just hard for me to figure out exactly what would get you to come," she confessed, steering away from the curb as you embarked on the journey to Costa’s house, the designated party destination.

Costa, on the brink of parenthood, had decided to bid farewell to carefree nights with a memorable bash. "So, like, what is this, a pre-baby shower?" you inquired, stealing a glance at Mabel and admiring her side profile for a fleeting moment. “I guess,” she giggled, a contagious joy that brought a smile to your face, as the red car rolled towards the anticipated revelry at Costa's.

Mabel expertly maneuvered her car into the chaotic scene outside Costa's house, where a kaleidoscope of vehicles pulsed with music. "You nervous?" she inquired, extracting her key from the ignition. "No way," you replied, a fib hanging on your lips. "You'll be fine when some alcohol gets inside you," Mabel smirked, gracefully exiting the car. Jogging to catch up, you playfully asked, "Are you trying to leave me behind like a lost puppy?" "You'll have to find your way around sooner or later," Mabel shrugged, the music amplifying as you neared.

You hooked your fingers into her belt loop, refusing to be lost in the swirling crowd. At the drink cooler, Mabel handed you a bottle, saying, "I'm hoping this will bring the party girl out of you. Let's dance for a little, yeah?" "Um, sure, I guess...but I don't want to embarrass myself," you admitted, fidgeting with your beer. "Pretend it's just us," Mabel encouraged, pulling you into the dance floor, surrounded by pulsating energy. Amidst the chaos, your focus narrowed to Mabel, and suddenly, it felt like only her eyes were on you, prompting you to let loose.

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Dancing, beer pong, and pizza became a montage of moments with Mabel. Recalling her words, "I'd never leave you," which once comforted your fear of being lost in a crowd, now felt like a distant dream. Instead, you found yourself on a couch next to a passed-out stranger, clueless about Mabel's whereabouts and the location you had unwittingly ended up in.

Lost and uncertain, you instinctively reached for your phone, dialing Mabel's number, only to be met with silence. "Maybe she's sick of me," you mumbled, questioning your place in the night's chaos. The thought lingered — perhaps dragging you around like a lost child was wearing thin on her patience. Just as introspection settled in, a girl with a joint materialized beside you on the couch, offering, "Want a hit?" With a casual shrug, you accepted, the soothing smoke quieting your nerves and sparking an idea.

Amidst the pulsating beats, you realized you had Mabel's location on Find My. A determined resolve filled you as you opened your phone, embarking on a journey through the inebriated sea of people. The music throbbed, and the air was thick with sweat as you navigated the crowd, fueled by a newfound determination to find Mabel in the whirlwind of the party.

The scene unfolded like a heartbreaking movie moment, accompanied by the haunting strains of sorrowful music, casting a somber hue over the surroundings. Finally, you spotted Mabel, but the discovery unfolded in a way you hadn't anticipated. There she was, straddling Charlie, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of an intimacy you wished to remain oblivious to. In the doorway, you became a silent, looming figure, a specter of disappointment.

Mabel's eyes met yours as she disengaged, and in that suspended moment, your feet found purpose. Swiftly, you forged a path through the pulsating crowd, a forceful determination propelling you forward. "Charlie, I've got to go," Mabel declared, untangling herself and heading in your direction. Yet, as rapidly as you had arrived, you evaporated. With Mabel's car left behind, you fished out your headphones, plunging into a playlist that matched the cold night closing around you. The wind became a symphony to your hurried steps, pushing you into the darkness as you walked away from the shattered scene, each footfall echoing the force of your wounded emotions.

Mabel raced outside the tumultuous party scene, weaving through the haze of coke sniffers and erratic drunks, desperately searching for you. However, you had already embarked on a solitary journey down the dimly lit road. "Y/n?" she called out, the echo of your name lost in the chaotic night. Realizing you were no longer part of the party, an event you reluctantly attended, she hopped into her car, the engine growling to life.

With the window down, Mabel cruised down the road, catching a fleeting glimpse of your silhouette walking alone. "Y/n?" she repeated, pulling up beside you. Your gaze met hers briefly, but you kept walking, cocooned in the sanctuary of your headphones. Determined, Mabel halted her car, stepping out to intercept you. "Don't ignore me," she demanded, extracting your headphones. Pulling away, you asserted, "Just get back to the party, Mabel. I'm going home."

Mabel, remorse etched on her face, reached out, grabbing your arms. "I'm sorry if I left you behind. I thought you could handle yourself," she apologized. You shook your head, knowing it went beyond being left behind. "What?" she pressed. "Nothing," you replied bitterly. "No, tell me," Mabel insisted. "It really doesn't matter now, Mabel. Go enjoy whatever you have planned with him," you retorted with a bitter edge. "You're jealous of Charlie? Are you serious?" Mabel shot back incredulously. "You know I'd like to have a romantic life. Maybe you should find one too if it bothers you that much. Hell, I'll even hook you up with one of Charlie's boys if it makes you feel better," she challenged.

"That's not what it's about. I fucking like you, Mabel!" you declared, your emotions breaking through as tears welled up in your eyes, laying bare the raw intensity of your feelings.

Mabel's lips quiver at your heartfelt confession. "Oh," she breathes, the weight of your words settling in the air. Turning away, you continue your path, concealing a sob within the shadows. Before you can distance yourself further, Mabel seizes your arm.

"I like you too, Y/n," she confesses, a soft admission that hangs in the charged silence. Skepticism colors your response as you take a step back. "No, you don't. You just feel bad," you assert. Mabel, determined, meets your gaze, countering, "Yes, I do. Why do you think I didn't want you to look at my journal? Why do you think I was kissing Charlie? I've been trying to fucking escape my feelings for you all night. Honestly, since we met." Each word is punctuated with an unwavering gaze, underscoring the sincerity that lingers in the air.

A heavy silence hung in the air as you absorbed Mabel's unexpected confession, your thoughts and emotions shrouded in mystery. "Come on, I'll take you home," Mabel sighed, frustrated by your impenetrable silence. The enigma of your thoughts irked her, leaving an unsettling void in the conversation. Without uttering a word, you complied, sliding into the passenger seat.

The car ambled down the road, the rhythmic hum of tires against pavement accompanied by the eerie whistle of the wind. An unspoken tension gripped the interior, a palpable discomfort that mirrored the uncharted territories between you and Mabel. The city lights flickered as you approached your apartment, and Mabel brought the car to a halt.

Park engaged, the two of you sat in a contemplative silence, each harboring unspoken words. The night air outside seemed to freeze in anticipation, mirroring the unresolved emotions lingering within the confined space of the car.

"Thanks for the ride," you uttered, the words feeling inadequate but unaltered, hanging in the charged air. Stepping out of Mabel's car, you ascended the stairs to your apartment, a silent resolve guiding your steps. Yet, Mabel wasn't ready to let you slip away.

"Fuck it," she muttered to herself, exiting the car and trailing behind you. "Y/n," she said softly, the weight of unsaid words lingering. You turned to face her, a silent exchange of emotions passing between you. "If you leave me now," she began, her voice carrying the lyrics of one of your favorite songs. "You'll take away the biggest part of me," you finished the lyric, a shared connection binding you in the delicate threads of a familiar melody.

In the moonlit stairwell, you descended a step, and Mabel ascended, creating a cinematic pause in the air. "I really like you...I mean that," Mabel confessed, her sincerity echoing through the quiet space. A smile played on your lips as you corrected her, "That's not the right lyrics." She retorted with a playful grin, "Shut up," leaning in to share a tender kiss.

As your lips met, the haunting notes of "Have You Ever Been" by Jimi Hendrix began to play in your mind, setting the scene for an intimate moment. Pulling away, Mabel inquired, "What are you thinking?" Her words hung in the air like a gentle melody. "That I really like you too, and you should come inside," you replied, fingers entwined, inviting her into the next chapter of the unfolding narrative.

"What song is playing in your head right now?" Mabel inquired, a knowing glint in her eyes, aware of your penchant for sharing such random details. "Hmmm, guess," you teased, nonchalantly kicking off your boots, Mabel mirroring your movements.

"Something by Jimi Hendrix," Mabel ventured, her guess hitting the mark. "Correct," you hummed, drawing her into a swift, affectionate kiss. Breaking away, you threw her a challenge, "What song is it, though?" A mischievous smirk played on your lips.

"You gonna keep asking me trivia questions, or are you gonna let me fuck you?" Mabel boldly questioned, her impatience cutting through the playful banter. "Depends," you shrugged, maintaining the playful tone. In response, Mabel silenced any further conversation, pulling you into a passionate kiss that swiftly escalated as she guided you onto the bed, the room filled with the sultry undertones.

In the intimate ambiance of the room, Mabel planted a series of open-mouthed kisses along your neck, a prelude to a scene painted with desire. Fingers deftly worked on unbuckling your belt, a playful mumble escaping her lips. "Why'd you have to wear a belt?" Mabel teased, to which you responded with a nonchalant shrug, "Extra protection." She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as your pants finally yielded to her determined efforts.

"You're like poetry in human form, you know," Mabel whispered, her words resonating in the charged air as she pressed her face against your clothed intimate area, locking eyes with you. A sigh escaped your lips, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. "Is that what you write in your journal about me?" you questioned. Mabel, in a moment of teasing mystery, replied, "You'll find out soon," proceeding to remove the final layer of separation with a daring confidence.

As the gravity of the moment sank in, panic gripped you, the unfamiliarity of the situation making words stumble out. "Mabel...I've never done this before," you admitted, vulnerability coloring your tone. Mabel, a reassuring presence, responded with a comforting touch, kissing your lower stomach and coaxing, "Hey, relax okay? Just tell me what feels good and what doesn't. Does that sound good?" Her words acted as a balm, easing the tension.

"Okay," you sighed, a gradual calm settling in. Mabel, with a gentle confidence, positioned you for a more intimate view. "What a pretty flower," she hummed, leaning in for a tender kiss, seeking your consent with a glance. Breathless, you pleaded, "Do that again..." Mabel obliged, her kisses becoming a mesmerizing dance, eliciting soft moans from you. As her fingers edged towards uncharted territory, she nipped at your thigh, a teasing touch that left you yearning for more.

"Can I use my fingers?" Mabel asked, the gloss of arousal on her lips evident as she leaned up to share a passionate kiss with you.

"Yeah, just go slow," you whispered, your voice threaded with anticipation. Mabel, with a playful smirk, acknowledged your request. "Soft and slow, huh?" she teased, nibbling at your ear and tracing a trail of warmth along your neck as she delicately inserted one finger, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to touch you too," you confessed, desire lacing your words. Mabel, however, had her priorities. "I never said you couldn't...but I want to make you cum first," she declared, punctuating the promise with a soft kiss. "Okay," you hummed, surrendering to the rhythm of the moment. Another finger slipped in, and a moan escaped your lips, nails digging into Mabel's shoulders as she skillfully maneuvered.

"You love that, don't you?" Mabel remarked, a bold move pulling your shirt up as she leaned in to kiss your exposed breasts. The scene unfolded like a sensuous tableau, each touch and word a brushstroke in the intimate masterpiece they were creating together.

In the crescendo of shared passion, it wasn't long before you reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, shaking and writhing beneath Mabel's touch. "You look so pretty like this," Mabel whispered, a simple yet profound observation that prompted you to lean up, capturing her lips in a sweet, post-climax kiss.

"I still want to touch you," you mumbled against her lips, a lingering desire fueling your request. Mabel, with a gentle consent, replied, "Okay..." The scene shifted as you sought guidance, seeking to navigate the uncharted waters of pleasuring her. "Can you show me how?" you asked, a hint of nervous excitement in your voice. Mabel nodded, her experienced hands gently guiding yours to her clit. "Put your fingers in," she instructed, the straightforward guidance easing your uncertainty.

"You're used to this, huh?" you inquired gently as you followed her lead. "Fuck," Mabel exclaimed, straddling you and grinding down against your fingers, the pace quickening as your lips met in a fervent kiss. "You're so... wet," you muttered, the evidence of her arousal coating your hand. Mabel, lost in the sensations, responded with an intensified rhythm, her face buried in your neck, a symphony of pleasure and desire painting the scene.

In the afterglow, Mabel quickly found ecstasy, her lips grazing your neck. "Impressive for your first time," she whispered. "Thanks," you replied, arms around her waist while she perched on your lap. A gentle kiss landed on your shoulder as she lingered.

"I think I know the song you had in mind now," Mabel hummed. Foreheads pressed together, you smiled, asking, "Oh yeah? What was it?" "Have You Ever Been," Mabel said. Pecking her lips, you questioned, "How'd you figure it out?" Mabel smirked mysteriously, "Can't tell."

Shifting to a journal, you mentioned, "Now for that journal..." Mabel, however, had different plans. "Can it wait till tomorrow? I just want to lay with you right now," she pleaded. "Yeah," you agreed. As the chill filled the room, Mabel grabbed clothes from a tattered drawer, tossing some to you.

Under the covers, you beckoned her with a smile, and she joined you, falling into your arms. Initiating the lyrics of "Have You Ever Been," you kissed her forehead. "To electric lady land," she mumbled, lacking energy. Chuckling, she playfully nipped at your neck as you both drifted into a serene slumber.

Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

Chad in Scream

Like how did he live??

He's in my way😒

"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.

Y/n: "You tried to kill me!"

Wednesday: "I don't know what you're talking about? I've been doing my best to help you."

Y/n: "You threw a knife at me!"

Wednesday: "Yeah! And you've been using it to defend yourself!"

Y/n: "I had to pull the thing out of my goddamn stomach!"

Wednesday: "Then work on your hand-eye coordination or something! Not my fault that you can't catch shit!"

Y/n: ... IT WAS A FUCKING KNIFE!!!"

Tantrum

Vada Cavell x Fem Reader

Vada was draped over you lazily as she kissed your lips. You felt her clothed member against your clothed core. Neither of you had yet taken your clothes off but you were planning to rid of them soon. The door bursts open and there stands Amelia.

She stood there in shock. “Get out!” Vada yelled at her sister and pulled away from you. Amelia runs out of the room giggling.

“I swear I need a lock” Vada rolls her eyes. You chuckle and pull her towards you kissing her cheek. 

“Mom , Vada was having sex” Amelia says casually. “What?!” Vada’s mom says choking on her wine. She sets down her glass and immediately heads towards Vada’s room. She knocks first. “You don’t have to knock” Vada grumbles and her mother walks in nimbly. You felt a tiny bit nervous. “Vada if you and Y/n are having sex you need to make sure you’re using protect-“ Her mother starts but her lecture is interrupted with Vada throwing a tantrum. “I’m not having sex mom! Oh my god!”

“What are you doing?” Her mother asks patiently and Vada doesn’t respond.

You sit awkwardly before you decide to speak up. “If we ever decide to we’ll be sure to use protection Ms.Cavell”

“You know Vada you’re really lucky to have her” her mom smiles and leaves the two of you alone.

“Didn’t know you could be such a baby” you tease. Vada chucks a pillow at you , “Didn’t know you could be such a liar”

“I halfway lied for the record” you respond.

Truth be told , you and Vada had already done it, so did you kind of lie? Yes. Did it work enough to get her mom off her back? Yes. So it’s a win.

——

This is actually beautiful Tell me your secrets

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Description: In the aftermath of Mr. Miller's heartrending rejection, A newcomer has arrived in rural Tennessee, bringing a touch of indulgence that resonates all the way to Cairo.

Chapter Four

You gently closed the book you were reading, rolling over in Cairo's bed to give her your full attention. "Yeah?" you answered, curious about what she had to say.

"Would you like to go to the Fall Ball together?" Cairo asked, her voice soft yet direct.

Part of you had been waiting for her to ask, but the way she phrased it caught you off guard. It sounded more like a friendly invitation than the romantic proposition you had imagined. Nevertheless, you knew deep down that you'd rather go with her than with Winnie, regardless of how she asked.

"Sure," you replied with a smile, masking your slight disappointment. "You never told me why you decided to attend, but I think I know now," you added, trying to lighten the mood with a hint of playful curiosity.

"Well, I just thought it might be nice to get back out there or something," Cairo deflected, her words lacking conviction. You nodded quietly, feeling a pang of disappointment at her response. Deep down, you sensed she was hiding something, but you couldn't quite decipher if it was because she didn't want Winnie to ask you instead or if there was a different reason altogether.

"I'm gonna head to bed," you announced simply, eager to distance yourself from the uneasy exchange. Cairo's frustration with your inscrutability was evident; she despised your ability to remain unreadable, leaving her to wonder about your thoughts and whether you were onto her crush.

"It's early," Cairo protested as you made to leave. You merely shrugged, leaving the conversation hanging in the air as you retreated to your own thoughts.

"Fuck," Cairo whispered to herself as she closed her door, already missing your presence and the warmth you brought to her bed. Moving to her bedside dresser, she lifted the small slab where she kept her cigarettes and other personal items, including a piece of clothing you had left behind—a tank top she had secretly claimed for herself. Bringing it to her nose, she inhaled deeply, reveling in your lingering scent with a soft sigh.

Lost in her thoughts, Cairo began to imagine what it would be like if you were with her right now, kissing her passionately and perhaps even more. But as she indulged in these fantasies, a wave of self-loathing washed over her. She realized just how infatuated she was with you, and she despised herself for it. Maybe, she thought bitterly, she should just let Winnie have you, sparing herself the torment of unrequited feelings.

She folded the tank top with care, placing it back under the slab before shutting the drawer with a sigh. Standing there for a moment, Cairo wrestled with conflicting thoughts before ultimately making a decision she knew she would berate herself for later.

With a resigned sigh, she crossed the hall to your room, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. Gently knocking on your door, she waited for your response, feeling a surge of relief when you answered.

"Yeah?" you responded, still awake but clearly attempting to drift off to sleep.

Cairo pushed the door open slowly, her hand fidgeting nervously behind her back. "I was thinking... we could have a little Saturday night sleepover, if that's okay. It's fine if you decline," she said softly, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability amidst her attempt at nonchalance.

You sat up on the bed, peering at Cairo over your legs with a faint smile playing on your lips. "Come here," you beckoned softly, and Cairo felt her stomach somersault as she obediently crawled onto the bed towards you.

"Now you're sleeping over," you declared with a warm smile, and Cairo couldn't help but mirror your expression. In that moment, bathed in the soft glow of the room, she realized just how deeply she cared for you. But the realization sent a jolt of panic through her, and she quickly averted her gaze, unable to confront the overwhelming truth.

Cairo was a river of denial, her heart torn between the longing for your affection and the fear of acknowledging her feelings for you. But as she settled into the warmth of your embrace, she couldn't help but wonder if denying her love for you was simply an exercise in futility.

"So, what are you wearing to the ball?" Cairo asked, trying to distract herself from the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

"My mother's dress. It's the only dress I own. Wanna see it?" you offered, your voice tinged with a hint of excitement.

"I think I'd rather see you in it on the day of," Cairo replied quickly, her heart racing at the mere thought of seeing you in that dress now. She knew that if she saw you in it, she might just lose control over her feelings.

"Fair enough," you conceded with a smile. "What about you? What are you wearing to the ball?" you asked, redirecting the conversation.

"Possibly a pantsuit. Wanted to be a little more modest," Cairo answered, her tone tinged with a hint of self-consciousness.

"A suit... you'd look..." you trailed off, your mind conjuring an image of Cairo in a sleek pantsuit, but you hesitated to articulate your thoughts.

"Look like what?" Cairo pressed, her curiosity piqued by your unfinished statement.

"I don't know yet," you replied evasively, masking the truth of what you truly thought. In reality, you knew exactly how stunning Cairo would look in a suit, but you weren't willing to admit it, not when Cairo had maintained a certain distance from you. This reluctance to acknowledge your feelings irritated Cairo, evident in the subtle tension that hung between you.

"You do know you just won't tell me," Cairo blurted out, her frustration evident in her tone as she took the first step in vulnerability, allowing herself to be emotionally upset.

"What's it to you? You already know everything anyhow," you replied casually, shrugging off her accusation.

"You can't just start a sentence and then leave everything hanging," Cairo insisted, her gaze piercing into you with intensity.

"I can. Many great writers do it... What do you want me to say, Cairo? I don't like arguing with someone I'm living with," you responded, attempting to diffuse the tension with a touch of humor, though the underlying unease remained palpable between you.

Cairo moved closer to you, her breath mingling with yours as your noses nearly touched. "I want you to tell me what you were going to say," she demanded, her eyes locked with yours, radiating determination.

Feeling the pressure intensify, you held your ground, unwilling to concede. As Cairo's proximity enveloped you, you sensed the electric tension between you. But you couldn't let her win.

Leaning in slightly, you ghosted her lips, teasingly close. Then, with a sudden motion, you placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away. Cairo's expression shifted to one of embarrassment, her mind fogged up from the closeness of your lips. For a moment, she nearly forgot the whole ordeal.

"I think I'd rather tell you on the day of," you said with a smirk, mocking her earlier refusal to reveal her plans. The playful jab served to diffuse the tension, albeit leaving Cairo flustered.

Your phone suddenly rang, interrupting the charged atmosphere between you and Cairo. As you answered the call, Cairo watched you closely, her thoughts swirling with unease. Why couldn't Winnie just leave you alone?

As you excused yourself to take the call in the bathroom, Cairo's suspicions only grew stronger. The tension in the air was palpable, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. Was there something more between you and Winnie? Or was it simply Cairo's own insecurities taking hold?

As you answered the phone, you were met with unexpected sounds of moans and whimpers. "Hello? Winnie?" you said, your confusion evident in your voice.

"Oh, Y/n... Please, I need you. God, I just want you. I don't understand why you won't go to that ball with me," Winnie's voice came through, filled with desperation and longing. The implications of her words left you stunned, and you could only imagine what she might be doing on the other end of the line.

Feeling a surge of discomfort and unease, you struggled to respond, unsure of how to navigate the situation. The tension in the air thickened, and you couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to become even more complicated.

You decided not to engage with Winnie, especially given the strange circumstances of her call. As you emerged from the bathroom and settled back onto your bed next to Cairo, she couldn't help but notice your demeanor.

"What'd she want?" Cairo inquired, her gaze fixed on you, searching for any hint of what transpired during the call.

"She was begging me to go to the ball thing with her or something," you replied with a sigh, casually reaching for your water bottle on the nightstand.

"Oh yeah, she can be stubborn... What'd you say to her?" Cairo asked, her curiosity evident as she observed your body language closely.

"I just hung up," you replied nonchalantly, leaving out the finer details. Cairo sensed there was more to the story, but she didn't press further. While she harbored her own dislike for Winnie, seeing you hang up on her was a small victory. Still, she couldn't shake the nagging desire to understand the full extent of what had transpired.

Cairo hummed softly as you both settled under the covers, the quiet of the room embracing you. She was pleasantly surprised when you moved closer, a tender gesture that caught her off guard.

Playing with a lock of her hair, you recited, "Mirror of the night, your eyes green swords inside my flesh, waves between our hands."

"Mirror of the night?" Cairo echoed, leaning into your touch.

"It's from a poem I read today," you explained, your voice soft as you continued to caress her hair.

"I love it," Cairo responded with a soft smile, her eyes meeting yours with affection.

You smiled back, the connection between you palpable in the gentle intimacy of the moment. "I shall shut my eyes for slumber," you yawned, adding a whimsical touch with an English accent that elicited a chuckle from Cairo. As you both drifted off to sleep, Cairo felt grateful for the closeness you shared, even in the simplest of moments.

Oh so close but yet so far.

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I too, have been rewatching the show And I gotta say, Jenna CARRIED that show on her back I'm not even kidding. Like, without her, I probably would've lost interest And I absolutely loved the Addams family as a kid, always wanted to be Wednesday So props to Jenna for being such a goddess

Rewatching Wenclair- I mean Wednesday, it’s so fucking impossible to deny that there isn’t SO MUCH chemistry and tension between Wednesday and Enid.

Like I genuinely don’t get how people can be like “wenclair shippers need to calm down” when these two were practically confessing their love for each other in every damn scene they talked to each other in. That’s not even mentioning the constant visual imagery, literally shots chosen specifically to show off their relationship to each other, and the fact that their individual character arcs literally mirror each other. Even down to the soundtracks, Enid is literally choreographed into being Wednesday’s foil.

And then there’s practically the whole damn cast shipping them together, like it’s so damn obvious, you’re being willfully obtuse and ignorant by trying to deny them. Wednesday certainly has more chemistry with her than she does with the whole love triangle bs. LITERALLY THE TWO LOVE INTERESTS AREN’T EVEN CLOSE TO HAVING THE LEVEL OF CHEMISTRY WITH WEDNESDAY THAT ENID HAS.

Like it boggles my mind, legitimately.

Wednesday shows affection in a very peculiar way.

*Wednesday holding a gun to Enid's chest*

Enid: Willa don't do this, don't you love me?

Wednesday: I do love you Enid but I have to do it

Enid: Please Wednesday, I'll do anything, you can't shoot me

Wednesday: I have to, we both know it would come down to this

Enid: You don't have to, please, we can fix this

Wednesday: An Addams and a exquisite best like you can not be on the same side, that would be unfair

Enid: For you Wednesday I will take the hit.. just know, whatever happens I always love you

Wednesday: I love you too Mon Loup, forever

*Wednesday shoots Enid and she falls back onto the ground*

Yoko: You two are so fucking dramatic.. it's paint ball not the hunger games

Omg hi! Do you think you would ever do a sequel to head over heels, your hand over mine? Maybe where Jenna proposes?

your hand over mine, my ring over yours

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!!

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: damn this is shorter than what i expected

a/n: the obvious answer is yes i (do) will!!

prev. || masterlist.

"Why did you say yes to him anyway?" Jenna's voice, now your girlfriend (awesome as hell, you may add), echoed over the room. Mic in between both of her hands as she sways side to side over you.

The both of you decided to stay in the karaoke booth for a while, it was a waste of money after all. Your money, might you add. The guy didn't even bother to pay for it!

You shrugged, watching her figure fall into place beside you, a song chosen by Jenna playing in the background. "I needed to move on from you. It was clear I didn't have a chance."

Jenna's eyes narrowed, you could see her eyebrows crinkling even in the dimly lit room. "Move on? Didn't have a chance?"

You nodded, almost laughing at how the mic was still in direct contact with her lips, you were avoiding direct eye contact but it was so clear that Jenna was fuming.

"I seriously can't believe there's someone out there so oblivious and it's you." You heard her chuckle, yet her voice was soft. You expected her to get mad at you by the way she started her sentence, but you forgot she was the one who ran (not really) over here and confessed to you all so abruptly.

"Weren't the flowers and hundreds of letters mailed to your doorstep enough to hint that I liked you?"

You scratched your head, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. "Okay, in my defense, I just thought you were being extra friendly. Who wouldn't want a friend who sends flowers and letters, right?"

Jenna shook her head, letting go of the mic and crossing her arms. "I was practically spelling it out. All that was missing was dropping down on one knee and proposing to you."

You raised an eyebrow, "hey to be fair, my mom was the one who gave you the motivation."

Jenna shrugged, nodding her head with a smile. "Yeah, I owe her one."

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That was five years ago.

Now it was your 5th anniversary with Jenna.

You lay at your bed with Jenna’s headphones on, staring at the ceiling for God knows how long, doing your best to fall asleep without Jenna’s warmth and presence beside you. It was difficult, difficult than it should be. You were the daughter of the Winona Ryder, damn it! Why couldn’t you go for months without the love of your life by your side.

Ever since you and Jenna got together, everyone was, of course, not surprised but they were happy nonetheless. Hell, you even took up acting just because you can be one of Jenna’s love interests in a movie. Of course, that could be a hassle for the directors whenever it was a kissing scene. They have to yell “cut!” In front of your faces to get the both of you to stop.

Now you couldn’t help but wallow in your own sadness because there weren’t two arms wrapped around your waist and a familiar warmth along your bed for the past and next two months.

All day, you've been binging Jenna's interviews, shows, and movies to the point you can rehearse them in the back of your head.

The room felt emptier without Jenna's presence. You noticed how she was returning so late at night, how her filming dates often varied so random you couldn't even be there or keep track, how she took up almost any part she was given to her, how she often came home looking so overworked and stress you couldn't even talk to her without fearing that she'd blow up on you. And now she's all the way across the country to film another movie.

The film industry often meant sacrificing personal time apart from the holidays, and Jenna seemed to be giving it all.

Yet she always gives you that damn smile, you couldn't possibly think she's falling out of love. But it still worried you why she was doing all of this.

She was hardworking and passionate, it was part of what made her so lovable, but you couldn't help but worry about how it was affecting her.

You sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, you could text or call her but you knew it wasn't going to be seen for atleast another three to four hours. You didn't doubt her love, it was one of the many things you couldn't, but the worry was still there.

That was until you got a notification.

j 🤍🎧

i missed u too yn o right can u check outside for a minute? i think i mailed a package outside your room might be beside the living room, i asked them to deliver it there personally seen, 11:44 PM

The only thought that ran across your mind was 'They can do that?'

Slipping on a pair of slippers, you made your way to the living room, your steps being pulled down by whatever weight that was on your shoulders.

Jenna's message made you happy, of course, the distance seemed a little bit smaller but you couldn't help but wish she said something more than requesting you to pick up her package. Maybe a simple little 'I love you and happy anniversary' would have been something to put you at ease.

As you turned the doorknob and stepped into the living room, the fluorescent light shining from the living room made your eyes burn like hell. You squinted, but that didn't really help, you tried to adjust to the light, putting your palm above your eyes.

"Why is she always across the country," you murmured to yourself, "why are you like this, Jenna?" Your voice started to get louder and louder once you started to speak to yourself even more. You were going insane, that's the most part, but who wouldn't. "Why couldn't you just choose a project closer to home for once..." It was selfish to ask for, too selfish to make Jenna choose you over her career, but you couldn't help it.

"Does she even love me..." Your voice trailed off when you turned the corner to the living room.

Oh, what the actual fuck.

It would be an understatement to say that the living room had been turned upside down. Everything was lit up, and everything was rearranged. Hell, there was a fucking balloon arch with Jenna at the center of it all while the couches were pushed back as if it was an aisle to a wedding ceremony.

Damn, were you that depressed to the point you couldn't even hear what the fuck was going on outside your room for Jenna to transform it into this?

You couldn't say anything. Every word that was about to come out of your mouth left before your mind can even process what was happening.

Without uttering a single word, you ran towards her, your heart pounding in your chest you wouldn't be surprised if you'd have a mid-crisis heart attack. You wrapped your arms around Jenna as if she was something so untouchable, burying your face in her neck as you melted within her presence, her scent mixing in with hers as she took a step back to hold you dearly.

Her comforting warmth was a fix even you can’t tolerate. Jenna was in your arms like before, her body fitting perfectly against yours, her soul reminding you why you were alive up until this point.

Your grip on her tightened, holding on to her as tears slowly started to stain her clothes, clinging onto Jenna as if she were a mirage about to disappear from your desperate arms.

"I missed you too." Jenna's voice broke through you, your tears coming in further. Her voice was soft and tender, coming as a whisper that soothed your troubles.

"How? Why?" You murmured, your voice mumbled and tear-streaked as you lifted your head to face her. Puffy eyes and all because of your crying. "Why are you here?" Your voice cracked, "I thought you wouldn't be back for another two months." You searched for something in Jenna's eyes, something that you longed to see once again.

Jenna gently wiped away a tear from your cheek, you missed how her touch was the most reassuring thing in the world. "I heard that Winona was out of the country for filming, and it's our anniversary." It was so little for the explanation but it said everything.

You pulled back once Jenna started rummaging out of her pocket, you watch Jenna pull out a small box.

Wait, holy fuck.

"Jenna, holy shit, is that—"

"Yes, yes it is that." She chuckled, nonchalantly, as if she didn’t just swoon you for the millionth time in the past minute, turned your living room into a makeshift wedding ceremony, and is now proposing to you.

"You can't be serious. Jenna if this is just some joke I'm actually breaking up with you."

"No, no, y/n! Of course it's not. I'm being completely serious."

She fiddled with the box, not opening it yet as you stood there with eyes wide open.

"I'm sorry," she began, her voice vulnerable and sincere as she looked up to you, "I'm sorry I haven't been around. I'm sorry I keep coming back home looking stressed, I'm sorry I took up too many auditions and movies that I can hold myself up to, I'm sorry I couldn't spare even a single minute of my time loving you as much as I did before, I'm sorry I made you worry countless of times, more than I can count even. I'm sorry I haven't been the partner you deserve."

She continued, on and on until tears welled up in your eyes once more. "I know I've been distant, I know I've caused pain in you for the past months, maybe even years and I know I've let my career consume me."

"I don't have any excuses for it." Her voice dwindled, almost cracking as she looked up, trying not to cry as she laughed. "But I did all of it for a ring that would bind us forever. It's not the—"

You couldn't help but push your lips against hers, cutting her sentence off. You missed this. How your pain went away with a kiss.

"It's the perfect excuse."

Her vulnerability touched your heart, she had never been more vulnerable to you than now, you gently reached out to gently wipe away the tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. "Jenna, it's okay," you reassured her as you noticed her lips started to tremble. "I understand. I understand all of it, all of you."

Jenna's gaze met yours once she started to calm down. And there you saw it, something you searched for in her eyes ever since she landed on your doorstep this evening. Devotion.

You kissed her once more, whispering, "You know how many people would kill to be your wife?" You didn't let her open the box just yet, you held back. You know she has more to say.

Jenna, with tears of joy still glistening in her eyes, chuckled at your words. "You'd die and kill. That's the difference between you and others. You'd die for our love, and you'd fight for it with everything you have, and I think that's morbidly fascinating." She explained, "and what do you mean?"

"I'm saying that are you sure you want to marry me? I mean, there are so many people in the world you haven't met." You explained, your lips trembling.

"I could meet all of them in a single file and yet, you would still be the one who enchants me," Jenna replied, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"I love too much."

"I'll let you pour all your loving on me, or love everyone in the world but me. Just stay by my side. That's all I ask."

"I cry too easily. Over the simplest of things."

"I'll let you cry an ocean that surrounds every inch of you and I'd swim across everything."

"I get mad more often than not."

"I'll let you throw storms my way, express your angry through disasters upon disasters and I'll be there for all eternity even if it kills me."

"I doubt myself too much. I don't even know if I love myself."

"I'll let you love yourself before you have a chance to love me. Doubt may knock on your door, but I'll be there to answer."

"I can be difficult to handle."

"I'll let you be someone you're not at times. I'll be the one to show understanding and how to love yourself before loving me yet again.

"I'm scared of losing you, too scared for you to even love me that much."

"Then let me take your hand, and let me show you that my love couldn't waver over. Even at death I'll call his name and let me live once more with you. I'll wish in every star that in every universe, we are together. I want you to see that I'm not going anywhere."

"You know you'd eventually drown if my love for you was an ocean."

"Then let me die," Jenna whispered, a smile gracing both of your lips, her eyes filled with that same devotion and commitment you saw five years ago.

You chuckled,"We have odd ways of saying I love yous."

"Well, I am proposing to you in your living room late at night. It's accounted for." Jenna laughed softly along with you, her eyes sparkling with affection as she leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, your mouth curving into a smile as she did so.

"Reminds me that you haven't said those five words yet."

"Oh right."

"Y/n," she got down on one knee, her hand on top of the box as she prepared to open it, "You're one marvelous, just spectacular girl I've ever met. I'm so fucking happy Winona decided to tag you along that day," she chuckled.

"Every chore wouldn't be the same without your presence by my side, and my presence beside yours, I don't want to ever imagine that. My heart surrendered to your precious eyes, and I say it truly from the deepest depths of my heart that it has no plans of bail. Wherever you go, I follow. I don't want you to be the only one suffering a burden that would eventually kill you, I don't want you to be alone in your times of darkness. So please, let me be the one who will carry your burdens, your sadness, your everything. Let me be the one who will scar and carve my heart and skin for you to dump your sadness and let me carry it with a proud heart. When I die, my spirit will do everything in its power to regain the same feeling when I was alive with you. How does one understand the great love you've given me that would last millions of lifetimes, y/n? You became the reason why I now wake up with a smile, and why I became the happiest version of myself. And now, I can't think of a better grave of eternal slumber than in your beloved arms. Thank you."

The sincerity in her words left a big hole in your heart, but it was nothing but mere content and happiness. Tears welled up in your eyes as she spoke.

"Will you, Y/N/L/N, marry me?" Jenna opened the box, the ring almost blinding your eyes. Ethereal was out of the question to describe it, it was too marvelous for words. It was diamond, of course, but it had other gems that symbolized something more than love.

"Yes. Yes, Jenna!" you exclaimed, "Yes, I will." You could almost say that a million times and not get tired of it. Especially when Jenna is looking at you as if you held the stars and the moon with your bare hands.

She chuckled, standing up as she waited for you to offer your hand. "Isn't it yes I do?"

You grinned, it was an understatement to say that your heart was brimming with pure joy and happiness. "When it comes to you, it's definitely not." You offered your hand to Jenna, her fingers tracing your hand as she delicately placed the ring on your finger. It felt like a promise because it was. You gazed at it with awe, it was more than a piece of jewelry on your hands, it was Jenna. It was Jenna entirely. Her person, her love, her soul, her everything on your hand.

"You look simply gorgeous. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm marrying you," Jenna squealed, her happiness infectious and heartwarming.

"That's my line," you jokingly laughed. "And isn't it gorgeous?"

"No, you're gorgeous. The ring is just a bonus," Jenna replied, staring at you instead of the ring she probably spent hundreds of sleepless nights over. How this woman loves you was beyond anything of human comprehension.

"I love you so much, even you, Jenna Ortega, couldn't describe it." You wrapped your arms around her waist, sealing the deal with a kiss on her lips once again. You never got tired of it.

"I love you too."

You pulled away, a smile lingered on your lips, knowing that no matter how many times you kissed Jenna, it would never be enough to represent the love you had for her.

With your hand over hers, and her ring over your finger, you couldn't imagine a life without her anymore.

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a/n: i finished reading 7 husbands of evelyn hugo the other day and i cried so much. its such a great book!! i might do a story based off of it. i just dont know what jo characters should i do for the pairing