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⸻ tennessee or me

✦ cairo sweet x gn!reader

✦ summary. you're reunited with the woman who stole your heart, shattered it, yet still drags it along with her. you haven't seen her in 3 years, and when she comes with no remorse you question why she came back in the first place. was it for you? hopefully it was for you...

instead of winnie being cairo's best friend, it's you. you're taking winnie's place.

✦ word count. 1.2k

✦ a/n. kinda hate this but oh well :)

It had been two years since Cairo left for Yale University, and it had been three years since she left you.

While she was in Connecticut pursuing her education, fooling everyone like she didn’t know a thing, you had been stuck in Tennessee with the gypsy winds and the curse of first-love. You knew she was mad at you, and you knew she was vengeful upon her self-discovery. She had let Jonathan Miller go, but you hoped and prayed every lonely night that she had not done the same with you.

It was a rainy Wednesday morning when you made the walk through Cairo’s woods with your headphones and green hoodie; your eyes were fixed on the weedy, dirt path beneath your black converses before a crow's song finished off the track you were listening to.

“Y/n.”

“Cairo,” you breathed, eyes wide and face flushing pale as you pulled your earphones out and came face to face with the Ghost of Lovell Hill.

Her face was equivalent with her demeanor, calm but fierce, just as she was in highschool. Her eyelashes fluttered in the sunshine that seeped through the canopy of leaves, and her gaze bore into yours as she stood like a royal jackal.

“W-What?,” you blinked wildly as if she were going to disappear in mere seconds. “What are you doing here? When did you get here? Why are you—?”

“Are you going to ask questions or are you going to greet me properly, as a lover should?” A hint of amusement edged her tone while her magenta lips held the slightest smirk.

You couldn’t speak. You could hear the rapid thump of your heart as the blood roared in your ears, sending your nerves tingling with disbelief. “Y-You… You left… You left me, Cairo…”

“I know,” was her reply.

And that had set you ablaze. You loved her with all your heart still, but that was it?After she abandoned you, betrayed your sincerity, and up and left miles and miles away from you without a second thought? No. This time, she was going to answer to you.

“You’re gone for three years… Three whole years and then you suddenly appear and expect me to just welcome you back with open arms? Do you know what the fuck I went through having you gone? You left me, Cairo Sweet…”

She took a moment to digest your backlash, and it was almost like the entire world stood still as you stared daggers into each and every orb in her dark eyes. Her lips quivered softly like she was trying to bite her tongue.

“So, go on,” taking a step back, you challenged her to see if she would come or bypass you. “What do you have to say?”

Cairo swallowed swiftly and folded her hands in front of her as she usually did before proposing her intellectual gift of expression. “I have no regrets for leaving things the way I did… Testifying against Jonathan Miller, defying the morals of this tongue-tied state, and confronting you on the night our relationship was corrupted. Yes, I did them. And yes, I am well aware of the pain it caused you. I saw it in your eyes at the word ‘inspired’... I was inspired, Y/n. Inspired to hit the ground running. Inspired to get revenge on a man who was falsely accused of being trustworthy and kind. Inspired to get the fuck out of this graveyard of simpletons… I was inspired to be something more than what this life gave me. You didn’t deserve what happened. And I can argue that I didn’t either, but…that’s nature. I made it to Yale, and I never looked back.”

Your jaw ached with the pressure built up in your muscles; you were clenching them so hard you could hear the enamel slide and buckle. Your fists were balled with white knuckles and piercing nails that stabbed the clammy palms of your hands. “Is that it? Leaving me meant nothing to you aside from simple acknowledgement? You didn’t miss me, Cairo? Because I’ve been missing you… I’ve been missing you ever since this ‘Mr. Miller scandal’. Every morning, I wake up and think about you. Every night I pray you are happy, and I go to sleep with fresh tears that make my pillow cold. When I’m in these woods I am haunted by your memory, but you can bet that I walk through them every damn day just to feel something. When I walk the halls of Vanderbilt, all I can think about is the way it felt to have you next to me. I read through our old texts, and I revisit the countless late nights we shared on the balcony of your house. I listen to music 24/7 so I’m not alone in my own head, because if I don’t, I can still hear your voice. I hear your voice in the songs I sing, the papers I write, and the dreams I have. Cairo, you were my new dream. You know me. You know how fucked up my life was before I met you, and why do you think I changed? Why do you think I stayed? Why do you think I never stopped thinking about you even when you spat in my face?!”

The girl who was as smart as a whip, as cunning as a fox, and as deep as the sea remained frozen in sudden awe that tainted her face with light frost. You knew this, and you wanted it. You wanted her to hurt. You wanted her to feel the amount of pain you had suffered every waking day since she disappeared from your life.

“Because I love you, Cairo Sweet. I love you more than I thought I ever would. And it fucking kills me to know I wasn’t enough to look back at… Never turned around… And I was still here… I’ve always been here…”

You were in tears by now. Your face was hot and your blood was boiling beneath your skin, coursing through your veins like young fire that was tempted to set the entire forest ablaze. You yelled, “So why are you here?!”

Was it the evergreen trees stretching nearly county-wide? The foggy, cigarette mornings, or the whiskey bent nights? Did her Yale-bound dreams turn into a dead-end street? Was it a midnight glass in the terrace light? Her name missing on Lovell Hill’s mail?

Was it something about a homebound love that her heart still needed?

Was she missing the tar pit of nowhere, Tennessee, or Y/n Y/ln?

“Well…?” You panted with hot streams staining your flustered cheeks. But little did you realize, she had tears of her own that made her mascara run.

Cairo walked up to you and pressed her lips onto yours, trapping the both of you into a love-filled, tear-stricken reunion. This was her regret. This was her truth. This was her apology.

And you could feel that.

When you parted, you stared into her beautiful doe eyes that gave way to a faint but longing smile.

“I just missed you, Y/n… I miss you so fucking much…”

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evilpinemarten · 1 month

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⸻ she's been left no reason

✦ wednesday addams x enid sinclair

✦ summary. nevermore's new pool intimidates wednesday due to her fear of water, but enid helps her overcome that fear by simply pulling her in.

✦ word count. 1.3k

“I’m not getting in.”

Wednesday stood, arms crossed and face sour as she stared at the chlorine water that lapped at the sides of the pool. Nevermore had enrolled more sirens this semester than they ever had before, and because the choir started to get overcrowded, the school decided to install a pool so the sirens could have their choice of singing or swimming.

The opening week of the pool was reserved for all outcasts so they may get the chance to use it before it’s taken over by the Scales. And today, Enid had dragged her girlfriend here in hopes of conquering her fear of water. Enid loved swimming; she had to, given her brothers would always throw her in the pool whenever they felt like it. She was the youngest and smallest wolf in her pack, so of course they picked on her every chance they got.

But Wednesday? She refused to go anywhere near the water with the intention of being submerged entirely.

The Poe Cup was a stab at revenge. She was focused on success which left little room to dwell on her phobia. And when she’d sit on the banks of rivers or lake piers with Pugsley to see if any fish were biting, she knew she wasn’t going to be swimming and everyone in her family knew not to test her when it came to a potential surprise dip. They cherished their limbs too much to try a prank like that. Even Uncle Fester…

And why? Because Wednesday Addams never learned how to swim.

The one time she attempted was when she was forced to attend summer camp with her brother, and like the bullies who murdered Nero, a group of stuck-up normies held her down beneath the surface of Lake Chippewa. She had never been so close to death until that moment, and although death was a topic of wonderment to her, she did not enjoy that sensation in the slightest.

“Come on, Wednesday, the water’s fine!” Enid called from the far side of the pool, making her way towards the raven that was planted at the steps; the closest she was getting to the water itself.

“No,” she snapped. Her eyes studied the basin warily, feeling her little black heart pound in her chest while she swallowed harshly, forcing down any bit of saliva that was being sucked dry in her mouth. She tried to keep her body from trembling as her black irises shimmered in trauma. She sucked in a quick breath and took steps back the closer Enid came. And when her girlfriend held her hand out, she bit back defensively, “I’ll drown.”

Enid suppressed a giggle, coming to terms with the fear Wednesday was actually hinting at. She knew this was an imperative situation for her, but she also knew that looking at it as something they had to thoroughly discuss was not going to make Wednesday’s correlation with swimming any better. So, Enid’s plan was to remain lighthearted but persistent with her. “No, you won’t! I won’t let you. Just hang onto me, okay?”

Wednesday shook her head like a little kid refusing to go to school. She was vain, sure, but her pride of flailing like an incompetent fool in front of the other Nevermore students was a sight she would never live down. She’d rather dig her heels in now than regret taking Enid’s hand later. She trusted the werewolf, not herself.

“Come on, it’s not that deep here,” Enid flicked her hand to rid it of any excess water before offering it to the raven once more, “I can stand right here in the shallow end, you don’t even have to swim.”

“Enid…” Wednesday’s voice trailed off before she felt her hand be taken by a wet one, which had her jumping in surprise, “No, Enid!”

But the perky blonde wouldn’t take objection for an answer and simply tugged her girlfriend until she practically fell into the pool, to which the chaos began.

Through hyper cries, Wednesday immediately started to thrash, the water like ice shards encasing her skin while the echoes of muffled cackles and insults pressured her eardrums. Like claws, her nails sunk into Enid’s slick skin, and her legs churned wildly beneath the surface. Her chest felt tight and heavy and her breathing escalated into a hard pant. She didn’t realize how much water she was stirring up herself, which had her instinctively trying to pull away from the flurry of droplets that showered her and her girlfriend.

“Wednesday! Wednesday, you’re fine! You’re okay! I’ve got you!” Enid tried soothing the smaller girl as she fought to hold her close, hoisting her up higher to ensure her breathing rights. She had to hold her breath at some points to make sure she didn’t swallow any chlorine water, but once her girlfriend started to grow tired, she was able to continue her encouragement. “See? I’m not going to let you drown, Wends.”

Wednesday, however, was still struggling to catch her breath as she stared wide-eyed at the blue abyss harassing her. She could feel Enid’s opposing demeanor and how her arms felt ten times stronger when they held her close. Her flustered cheeks were pressed into her guardian’s, who carried her further away from the exit, which had her clinging for dear life. But again, she was urged with a sweet delicacy.

“You’re safe with me,” Enid whispered into her lover’s ear as she slowly started to calm down enough to be recognized as Wednesday Addams and not whoever was pulled into the pool; though to Enid, she was the exact same.

“Enid…” Wednesday trembled in fear, whipping her head around to find the nearest set of steps. Her voice was low but surprisingly soft, “I want to get out… Please…”

“Wednesday, trust me.”

The raven found her girlfriend’s sparkling eyes when she bit her lip in uncertainty, and once she heard cheers from Eugene and Xavier from afar, her face grew hot and her body tensed up in embarrassment. “This is humiliating. Everyone is watching.”

“Let ‘em look,” was Enid’s reply as she smiled the sweetest smile she could muster upon the sight of Wednesday’s horrified expression.

“I can’t…” Whether or not she was implying she couldn’t let the others witness her like this, she couldn’t relax, she couldn’t swim, or anything else haunting her treacherous mind, all she could say was, “I can’t do it, Enid…”

Enid scoffed before pressing her lips onto Wednesday’s and holding her firmly by the waist. Staying locked in, she laid her down to have the water comb through her scalp, which had her gasping in another fit of terror. But the werewolf never let her go and swiftly brought her back up.

“Why…,” Wednesday was breathless from both the kiss and the fear, “Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to show you that you can do it,” Enid mused back, leaning in so that their foreheads were touching. “And that no matter what happened to you before, I will never let that happen again as long as I live, mi amor.”

It was like the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders and into the crowd of outcasts that surrounded them, because the only person that mattered at this moment was the one holding her with such passion that not even the daunting depths below could harness her away from trust. In the blink of an eye it was Enid and Enid alone.

Wednesday knew that she no longer had to fear the water as long as she had her girlfriend, her partner in crime, her soulmate, her one and only, her Enid Sinclair.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Enid giggled. “There’s one more thing I have to do before you say that.”

Wednesday cocked her head slightly with her infamous curiosity that came across more intimidating than optimistic. “And what’s that?”

“I have to teach you how to swim, silly!”

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evilpinemarten · 1 month

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⸻ morning daze

✦ tara carpenter x gn!reader

✦ summary. it's a school morning for you and tara. when you wake up next to her you find her hair a mess and her mood for the day is "i love you. fuck school."

✦ word count. 836

Tara was notorious for having bedhead in the morning. This was obvious though due to her hair always getting messed up even when awake; whether it be running from Ghostface, changing clothes, or simply going downstairs to get the mail, she always found a way to ruffle her hair despite not even touching it. It was one of your favorite things about her.

But the mornings when she had been sleeping hard were your favorite times.

The soft skin of her face possessed the indentations of her pillow, while her cheeks held a glowing rouge that expressed the warmth shared between the two of you during the hours of darkness. Her small body was curled up in the blankets as she remained close to you, but she could never fool you with her serenity. She moved in her sleep, and she moved a lot; blame it on her dreams or her body’s comfortability level, she was always stirring. She talked in her sleep too, murmuring through sleepy moans and calling out objections, pleasured expressions, or your name. No matter what it was, you would move towards her, pull the covers up, and nestle yourself into her; shushing her whimpers, pressing kisses to her head, and making sure she could feel your presence. And most of the time, it worked.

But this morning, she was peaceful and weighed down by sleep, which brought out her dependent nature to compliment.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, brushing Tara’s disheveled bangs from her face.

She smiled back, her eyelids heavy and her breathing soft aside from the drowsy sigh she gave to sink further into her pillow.

You giggled and kissed her now bare forehead before letting go of her locks, which allowed her messy hair to fall back into place. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm-hm…” Tara shuffled closer to you and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.

“I can tell.” You traced the red marks that were revealed when the blankets slipped off Tara’s shoulders, “And your dreams?”

Tara hummed, drifting in and out of consciousness as she embraced the love embedded in your contact. She could hardly muster enough strength to reply, but she forced herself into one as she pressed her lips into your neck. “Dreamed of you…”

You smiled as you breathed in her scent, “All good I hope?”

She nodded, wrapping her arm around you to settle into another slumber. She forgot it was a school morning.

You both had class, and by your grace, you had given her an extra thirty to forty-five minutes of sleep, while you simply spent that time taking in your girlfriend, your sleeping beauty, your Tara Carpenter. “We have to get up, Tara… We have class, remember?”

Tara just whined and held onto you tighter, pressing her body into yours and flinging her top leg over yours to lock you in. “I don’t wanna go…”

Her voice was muffled, having you chuckle, “Huh?”

“I wanna stay in bed with you…,” she kept her position but lifted her head slightly, “Fuck school…”

You laughed and propped yourself up on your forearm, forcing Tara to come up with you. “Look at me.”

She obeyed; her sleepy eyes longing for you as her lower lip puckered out in hopes you would succumb and stay in bed with her. But as much as you wanted to, you knew how strict your professor was on absences, so you had to reluctantly push your desires aside and suffice the both of you with an apologetic but loving kiss on the lips.

Tara took you eagerly, keeping you a few more moments than you intended, but of course, you didn’t mind. It was the most you could do for her right now after all.

“You know I have to go…”

“I know,” Tara mumbled, leaning into you for a proper morning hug with her arms secured around your waist.

You gave her a few playful nuzzles to make her giggle before sitting back and running your fingers through her tangled hair. “Now, come on. You’re not going to class with your hair like this.”

“Why not?” Tara complained in a small tantrum, watching you slip off the bed and round the corner to pick her up, which she happily accepted despite the pout still present on her face. “You said you liked it…”

“I do!” You brought her to the bathroom where you sat her on the commode to fetch a comb and gently brush through her locks before whispering, “But I like it more when we can stay in bed all morning.”

Tara gave a huff of disappointment before turning back to gaze at you with puppy-dog eyes. “I need another kiss then. You know, to make up for that.”

And with a scoff of amusement, you kissed her.

“We’re staying in bed tomorrow, Y/n.” She smirked when she pulled away to let you resume your grooming. “I’m serious.”

And in turn, you laughed. “We’ll do whatever you want, my love.”

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