I Havent Even Read It Yet And I Know I Love It

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.

since it's canon that wednesday has been down bad for enid since day 1

the texts are from Wednesday: A Novelization of Season One by Tehlor Kay Mejia (official, licensed by netflix)

tiny moves

"the tiniest moves you make, the whole damn world shakes"

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pairing: jenna ortega x reader

summary: after a date night and declarations of love, you and jenna get discovered by the public and feel a bit like kids again

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, running from fans, cursing, still mostly fluff

word count: 1.7k

A/N: this was originally called starfucker but i didn’t like the connotation it was giving the story, so i decided to change it to this title instead, which more clearly illustrates the vibe i was trying to give it. it has smut, which is why that was the original name, but i didn't like that it sounded that way

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"Jenna, no," you say with a groan, pushing gently at her wrist. It's holding up the elastic band of your underwear just below your navel, and she looks up at you from where she straddles your waist, with dark, hungry brown eyes, coupled with a cheeky smirk.

She's asking you a question in the gaze, and though you earnestly consider it for a moment, you shake your head. She frowns but gives up, shrugging and letting go of the band as it snaps back against the sensitive, soft skin there, before flopping down on top of you. "Later, then."

From where you lay down in the car, the streetlight overhead narrowly slips in and casts itself right over your eyes in a single band. You're too exhausted to shift with Jenna's head lying against your shoulder, so instead you raise an arm to cover your eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

"We took off everything but your underwear, you know," Jenna says, gently poking you in the ribs with her finger. At the small jolt the movement sends through your body, you feel her smile against your neck.

"Are you really complaining?" you say, laughing softly with your eyes still covered. At the noise, she lifts her head up from off of you, watching your chest rise and fall and propping her chin up on her palm. When you realise she's gone silent, you pull your arm away, only to find her watching you.

The hunger from earlier has faded- or maybe it still lingers. But now her eyes are soft and warm, flooded by the dim streetlight outside, and you're positive that they might be twinkling. You swallow the lump in your throat. "What're you looking at?"

Jenna shrugs. "Just you...," she admits, looking up at the foggy window and then back down. "Did you like your dinner?"

The question is disarming and far from what you had expected, and you must've let it show on your face, because she rolls her eyes with a fond smile. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just you're asking me about pasta, now."

She shrugs. "I was just thinking we could probably go there again, next week. Maybe I'll take Emma and Joy."

"You're a dork," you laugh, shaking your head at her ability to so suddenly shift moods. Five minutes ago she had been moaning out your name and coming for the third time; now she was planning dinner with your cast mates. "Do you think they know by now?" you ask, raising a hand to gently scratch at an itchy spot on your collarbone that was already starting to bruise with an imprint of her teeth.

Jenna shakes her head. "I don't think so. I mean, we're pretty good at hiding it." She pauses, smirking at you. "Or, at least I am."

"Hey, friends can tell each other they look pretty."

"Every day?" she raises her eyebrows at you.

"Well, if they look pretty every day...,” you imply. Jenna’s eyebrows raise even higher. “But fine, I'll start telling Georgie he looks pretty too, if it makes less obvious."

"(Y/n), baby, I think that would make it more obvious."

"Hm," you hum, putting your arms back and pushing up from the leather seats. You move back to lean up against the interior car door and Jenna follows you, leaning her head against your chest once you settle. "You have that big scene tomorrow, right? With Hunter?"

She nods against you. "That's what Tim said. I think he wanted to move it up the schedule. He wants to get it out of the way before we film the one with you because of CGI stuff. More time to work on it and make it look good, or something. I don't really know why, but he said the stages were super expensive and—"

"—I love you."

It leaves your lips before you can think twice, not that you would anyhow. There's just something about the fire in her eyes when she speaks. The small crinkle in her nose when she's talking about some sort of problem.

It catches her off guard, interrupting her train of thought to leave her with her mouth hanging open in surprise, and you immediately scramble to cover for the silence. "Sorry, you don't have to say it back if you don't want to. I know it's only been a couple months so—”

But she cuts you off with a kiss, reaching up and turning herself around in your lap. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling herself flush against you, skin to skin, in a messy kiss, and you're left gripping tightly to her thighs, which bracket your waist. Jenna's hand weaves itself into your hair, tangling itself there as she makes no move to pull away or stop for air.

You can feel her lipstick smearing itself against your lips even more than before, and she pulls away for only a moment, before she reconnects with you, the very tip of her tongue meeting yours. You stay like that for a while but it still is not long enough, and she pulls away, leaving you both heaving, and attempting to catch your breath.

"I love you too," she nods against you, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and then up on your forehead. "You stole my line."

"We can share," you hum against her, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. It's a miracle and a half, and you can remember in your mind just how much you almost refused to be on the show, and just how catastrophic that would have been.

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Neither of you are entirely sure just how long you sit in the car, but after what you later realise was twenty minutes of just sitting in silence, you both figure it's probably time enough to get home. Jenna clambers off of you, reaching forward to the passenger seat to where you had thrown her underwear and sweatpants.

You hear her groan as you're tugging your own socks on. "What's wrong?" you ask, raising your eyebrows at her in concern. It immediately goes away, when she turns back to you, holding her jumper up.

"Enrique is going to kill me. This is his, I asked to borrow it and you got it all wrinkly when you took it off."

"Sorry," you wince. "You just looked so pretty?" you offer, as a bad attempt at an explanation, and Jenna rolls her eyes at you, shaking her head with a smile.

"Come on, we need to get home," she sighs, looking a bit tired. By 'home' she really means her place. You have a flat of your own too, in the town you're filming in, but you've spent fewer and fewer nights there the more that you and Jenna began to talk. Even though you haven’t officially moved in together, she’s just started calling her place home, and intentional or not, you won’t correct her because that wouldn’t actually be correct.

Once you’re both dressed, you pull open the door of your car, helping her out and closing it behind her. You click the fob on your keys, looking around the car park for other people. It’s quite late, and you’re rather pleased that both the park and the street outside look empty.

Jenna’s walking a few feet in front of you, but with the empty street, you take complete advantage, catching up to her and grabbing her hand. She looks over at you with a worried expression, but it melts away to excitement when she realises no one else is nearby to ruin the moment. She laces her fingers in yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Neither of you are too sure how long you can keep the charade going, or when you'll open up the internet and see you and Jenna on the very cover of some shitty tabloid, but it's nice to have your peace. Most people could just be peacefully in love in public, but for you and Jenna, it would always be a minefield.

You turn the corner with her hand in yours, both of you wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night to hide your faces. But it does nothing to stop the group a few feet away from stopping and staring at you. They're a bunch of teen girls, staring at you and Jenna with their mouths dropped open in immediate recognition, and immediately you see one take out her phone.

"Shit?"

"Shit," Jenna replies with a nod. Before you know what's happened, she's tugging you by the hand, dragging you behind her and breaking out into a gentle run. You follow after her, hearing the girls behind you begin to call out both of your names, but neither of you turn around.

It's a bit funny, and you're laughing as it happens, both out of the insanity of the situation and how fun it feels to run with her and the wind rushing past, and she pulls you into the doorway of her building, punching in the numbers and then grabbing you by the hand again.

You both race up the stairs and through the door, shutting it behind you, laughing like children at the insanity. You know your cover is blown. Someone would probably say something, and by morning those dreaded articles would be run. But you also know that if you were going to announce to the world that you loved anyone, you'd want it to be her.

Jenna giggles against you, leaning against the hallway of her flat to catch her breath. In between a couple of heavy breaths of your own, you whisper, "Do you think they saw us?"

She snorts. "I think it's safe to say so."

"Sorry," you frown. "It was kind of my fault... are you mad?"

But she shakes her head. "Not really. We both knew it would happen eventually. And, well... I love you. So really, what better time is here?"

You pull her gently into a kiss by your hand cupping cheek, holding her until you feel a hand inch towards your waistband again. "Really?" you laugh against her. "Now?"

"I did say later, didn't I?" she smirks.

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hope you liked it! had a whole bunch of fun and have been sitting on it for a while now, so it was good to finally get it out there!

or maybe just sit on her

On a full moon, Divina mediates between a grumpy werewolf and her chagrined girlfriend.

Divina: Now Wednesday, apologize to Enid.

Wednesday: Must I?

Divina: Absolutely.

Wednesday: *sighs* Enid, I regret repeatedly pretending to throw the ball, only to withhold it and thereby have you chase after nothing.

Divina: And?

Wednesday: And I hereby swear to never again abuse your trust in such a manner.

Divina: *beams* There! Is that good for you, Enid?

Wolf Enid: *glares at Wednesday*

Divina: C’mon Nid, this is where you accept the apology.

Wolf Enid: *huffs*

Wednesday: *sighs* This is ridiculous. You are—

Divina: Don’t escalate!

Wednesday: —overreacting. I only tricked you twenty—

Wolf Enid:

I need a drink 😞

Sore Legs

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your legs are sore, and your girlfriend helps you in one way

Warnings: WLW Smut, oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving), overstimulation, praise, slight spanking, orgasm denial, edging

College Au

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Today was just a typical day. Ate breakfast, workout, showered, went to your classes, homework, dinner and waiting for your girlfriend to finish writing. Since she likes to write alllll the time.

You were always needy, and even more since the two of you share the same dorm. She was on her side typing away on her computer as you laid on her bed on your phone and glancing every second to see if she was done or not.

After a few more minutes you huffed, turning off your phone and tossing it aside.“Cairoooooo…” You’d whine, and she’d turn to you with a raised brow.

“Yes my love?” She answered, her eyes narrowing at your cute ones.

God she loved those eyes

“My legs are sore…” You pouted, that little frown on your face was enough to make her stop for the day. She knew how sore you’d get, hell, you work out a lot. And just recently getting back into it made it worse.

Cairo smiled, shutting off her laptop and standing up as she glanced at you from the corner of her eye. “Maybe I can make them more sore.” She winked, smirking.

Your face heated up to a tomato color. And you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, making Cairo’s smirk rise. “Mkay…just make sure to kiss them better after..” now that was a promise Cairo could never break.

She approached her bed, as you were setting on the edge of it. Cairo tilted your chin up to look down at you with her seductive brown eyes. “Be a good girl for me and lay back.” She asked softly, tracing your jaw as you then nodded and laid on your back.

It felt amazing to be called that. She usually never did call you that unless you obeyed.

Cairo crawled on top of you. She reached for your pants and unbuttoned them, pulling them down as she kept eye contact with you. Her slender hands pulled off your shorts, messing with the hem of your panties then down to your thighs.

“So pretty, such pretty things.” She grasped your thighs and put one hand under one of the thighs, pushing it towards you so your leg was raised. “Where does it hurt my dear?”

You whimper again, remembering the soreness. “Mainly my thighs,” you replied. Cairo nodded and started to rub them, sometimes squeezing them just a tad.

“How bad do you need me baby?” She asked sensually, her hands now spreading your legs.

“Real bad,” you whimpered. “I need you so bad Cairo..”

She hummed, her hand caressing your thighs. You watched as her left hand grabbed the hem of your underwear and pulled them down and off. Her fingers slipped through your folds, escalating a small moan from your pretty lips.

“Ya like that huh?” She rasped, her accent echoing in your ears. Her fingers moved to rub your clit, making 8’s on the bud.

You nodded and moaned, looking up at her as she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. Cairo let her fingers travel down to your entrance, circling it and then pushing two fingers in. You gasped into the kiss and she pulled away to admire you.

“Look at me pretty girl, I wanna see those pretty orbs.” She gripped your chin with her free hand to make you look up at her. “There they are.”

Your body shuddered when she sped up her thrusts, making you moan more. “Moan for me, wanna hear you.” You obliged, moaning her name and even whimpering.

“Cairo..oh fuck..”

She slapped your thigh gently. “Don’t cum until I say so. Ya hear?” You nodded, moaning.

“Fuck, there’s my good girl.”

Her fingers curled into that spot that made you see stars. She spanked your thigh again, a bit harder and made your eyes flicker open again. You were so close, just a bit more and you’d be trembling below her.

Cairo removed her fingers from your soaked cunt, licking them as she watched you whine. “Don’t worry darling, I want to taste you first before you cum all over my tongue.” She giggled as your flustered face when it turned redder.

She lowered herself between your thighs, spreading them a little more to have room. Cairo gripped your thighs as she took in the smell of your delicious pussy before taking a lick through your folds. Escalating a moan from you.

“Mm..taste so fuckin’ good, princess.” She dug her tongue further through your pussy lips, sometimes swirling her tongue around your sensitive bud. She grinned each time your body jolted in pleasure, your hands trailing to grab both sides of her head.

Cairo slipped her tongue inside you, making you gasp and realize how close you were again. “Baby, please..I’m so close..” you whimper.

“A little more baby, I haven’t had my fair share.” She husked and started to eat you out like a starving animal. Her thumb moved to rub your clit, adding another coat of sensation.

“Love please I..” you were cut off by a loud moan when she pushed two fingers back in you. She thrusted them faster in you, edging you to that point you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Cum for me. Baby I wanna hear you, want you to cum all over my face that you call pretty.” That was your cue, you came as your legs shook. Cairo kissed your thigh as she slowed down her thrusts.

Soon you relaxed from your high and Cairo pressed more kisses along both of yours thighs, like she promised.

“So pretty…” she murmured against the soft skin. Your hands rubbed her head, thanking her for this beautiful orgasm.

“Get some rest baby, I’ll take care of you in the morning.” She moved up to kiss you softly, having you taste yourself on her tongue. Her fingers grazed your thighs. “They even more sore?”

“Yeah..a little.” You chuckle.

They were indeed very sore

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Kinda rushed but more Cairo smut 🤪

Unfortunately for the ones who picked next fic my WiFi was out and I did a drabble and I have a fever soooo sorry! I'll work on the next one tonight :)

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.