There’s A Sick Twisted Evil Little Man In My Brain That Needs Tara To Get Fucked Up Real Bad In S7

Spider!Enid

“Wash”

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“Lean your head back baby girl. Good girl. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you,”.

Tara whimpered, holding her abdomen. It was the first time she was getting her hair washed since she left the hospital. She was tempted to shave her head, but Sam refused to let her do that. Instead, her sister set up a spot at the kitchen sink to wash Tara’s hair.

She wasn’t ready to look in the mirror. Tara was afraid that she would see the scarred monster that she saw on the inside, reflecting on the outside. She hadn’t taken a look at herself since she got home. She refused to acknowledge that she was still alive.

Surprisingly, her big sister was okay with that. Sam had even gone so far as to tape bed sheets over the mirrors and disable the camera on Tara’s phone. It was strange having someone so willing to take care of her, faults and all.

Sam undid the braids that kept Tara’s greasy hair together, kissing her forehead each time she undid a braid. Tears slid down Tara’s face unwillingly, and Sam just kissed them away as well.

For someone who had brutally assaulted a man, her sister was so gentle and sweet with Tara. She had cushioned a chair for Tara and draped the softest towels she could find across her sister’s chest. Sam even used the same lavender shampoo that she used on her hair for Tara.

Tara leaned her head against the sink, trying to control her breathing. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable since Sam had rescued her in the hospital. It wasn’t in Tara’s nature to let her walls down and ask for help like this. But she needed Sam. She craved Sam. She prayed that Sam wouldn’t leave again after the Woodsboro bloodbath. It would be in her sister’s nature to leave, and Tara couldn’t blame her. Tara was a liability.

But after the hospital visits and police reports- Sam stayed. She had her fingers in Tara’s hair, whispering sweet nothings to her. She kissed Tara’s forehead when she whimpered in pain. And she made sure to gently wash the soap off of Tara’s forehead before it reached her eyes.

It wasn’t like anything Tara was used to. It had been years since she had felt this safe and loved. Amber tried, she did, but she wasn’t willing to love Tara as Sam did. Unconditionally.

Tara didn’t want to take this moment for granted. She knew her hair was stringy and greasy, but Sam was all in to help her. Her big sister didn’t shy away. It was almost as if she wanted to stay.

And if Sam wanted to, Tara would let her.

She took a deep breath, ready to bare her soul. This was the pivotal moment of testing whether or not Sam would stay.

“I love you, Sam,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. If their love died young, at the age of thirteen, Tara couldn’t bear to witness the fallout. She couldn’t witness her sister leaving again. It would tear her apart.

A beat passed. Water dripped out of the faucet, plinking against the metallic sink. Tara could feel herself shivering in desperation, waiting for three words that may never come.

But they did.

Her sister leaned down, kissing Tara on the forehead gently. Her voice wobbled with tears, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Sam’s response.

“I love you too Tara. More than you’ll ever know,”.

Using your smaller girlfriend as an armrest ✅

Ashley Jones and her totally canon girlfriend, Jessica Smith (from the movie Pitch Perfect 2)

Will never get over this, it’s so cute 😭

look what i found🙈🙈

Silly meme with the sillies for HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! :3

shauna: right now i feel like i'll never get angry again.

nat: you're dating jackie. you always have a reason to be angry.

Wednesday: Are you going to help me bury the body or are you too pretty?

Enid, sarcastically: I’m too pretty.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Of course, I apologise. Stupid question.

[LATER]

Wednesday, whispering to Thing in the grave: Obviously she’s too pretty. I am a fool. If father hears about this he is going to disown me.

Thing: I-DON’T-THINK-SHE-WAS-BEING-SERIOUS.

Wednesday: Screw the corpse, this grave is mine. Bury me alive and put me out of my misery.

(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

Part 3/3

When Morticia returned she moved away from Enid, slowly and just a bit to allow herself to watch the girl. She wasn’t crying anymore, altough her eyes were still bright due to the tears and they kept the sadness before that contrasted painfully with the limpid bright of joyce in them that Morticia had seen in the vision.

Enid, accostumed to Wednesday’s visions, knew that Morticia had had a vision when her mother touched her and another one right now. It was curious how mother and daughter expressed the experience in a so different way: Wednesday’s more clearly and powerful. In fact, some times Enid had to holded her to prevent her from falling the ground, altough she probably enjoyed that sensation, but her instincts to protect Wednesday were so strong that she couldn’t help to hold her. And her mother’s visions were so calm than, maybe, other people couldn’t notice it.

“Is everything alright?”, said Enid low and a bit worried and frightened while they were still looking at each other. Morticia grabbed Enid’s shoulders tight and bent down to look more directly those blue eyes, that waited expectant for an answer, because she needed that the girl in front of her trusted without hesitation every word that she wanted to say her.

“Yes, dear, it’s everything alright”, said Morticia smiling slightly, “and everything it’s going to be alright. I just wanted to remind you a very important thing”, then she got serious. “Enid, whatever you need, and whenever you need, every member of the Addams family is here for you. Always. The rest of your life”.

Enid felt astonished at first. Then, she started to smile with tears in her eyes and nodded. Morticia smiled, too.

Enid didn’t know yet, but in that moment she was already a member of the Addams family.