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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

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Interested in Part 2…? With Smut…? 😏

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prefer-to-be-vilified · 1 year

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See? We aren’t so different 🖤🖤🖤

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dianneking · 7 months

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Nightmares (Larissa x Reader comfortfic)

What??? A comfort fluffy fic from the Angst Fairy themselves? Well, what can I say. I like to try things out. Also I love a challenge. Also, it felt right to write this fic today and so I did (who am I to argue with the Muses?). All of that aside, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Nightmares, Established Relationship, Second-Person POV, Teacher!Reader, Ungendered Reader, Lots of Cuddling. Wordcount: 1.719 words. AO3 link in title below!

This fic is dedicated to all the people who have offered me comfort. There's many out there, and you all know who you are and are all precious to me, but in particular I want to mention Cat and Cal @tenderheartgrumpymind, @scream-queenlover, @bigolgay, and @heidsworld. I am grateful for all of you.

Nightmares (Larissa/Reader)

You looked at her silhouette in the darkness. She was by your side, the faint light from the stars filtering through the window just to glide on her chiseled cheekbones, kissing her forehead, for once relaxed in the deep embrace of sleep, where no worries could reach her and no decisions had to be taken. Her breath came out in slow, rhythmic puffs, so soft that you could only hear them thanks to the total tranquility of the night around you. Usually that would be enough. You’d wake up in the night, and just fall asleep after a little while, allowing yourself in the meantime to bask in her beauty, in how lucky you were to see this side of Larissa Weems. The side that had shed her armor, the signs of her power. The side with her hair rolled up and held in place by a silken scarf. It had taken so long to get to this point. For your relationship to progress far enough for her to trust you with the whole of herself.

She had been cautious at the start. You could see she was holding back, giving you her whole attention but not her whole heart. You could understand why. The both of you were not at your first relationship, you both had been hurt, you both had been burned. You knew that sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of something new, of a new special connection with someone, just to discover that that that person was not at all how you had imagined them to be, or maybe they were, but still for all the affection held for one another, you simply weren’t compatible.

And so people came and go, and you both had found yourself older, and less trusting towards potential partners. Always expecting something to go wrong, because it had always done so. You could see the same reticence in Larissa and – maybe paradoxically – you had been reassured by that.

And as time had proven, it had not been a flash in the pan. While the physical attraction was there and undeniable (how could it not? It was Larissa Weems you were talking about! The closest thing to a goddess that the earth was blessed with!), it was not and had never been just sex between you two, there had always been hope to see it become something else, something more – and the determination to try your best to make it so.

Date after date, evening in front of the fire after evening in front of the fire, you had slowly grown to know Larissa. She had opened up to you as you had to her – the good, the bad, the ugly. She had slowly let the “perfect principal” mask fall, and had shown you her flaws, she had candidly told you how she was aware of many of them, how she still was working on them, trying to get better at them.

“I had given up, you know?” she had confided in you once, as you were sipping wine staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace “I thought, well, I thought I was too old. What’s the point of trying to change after 40? I am already too set in my ways. Ha. Ironic, isn’t it? A shapeshifter who can’t change.” She had snorted at that. A loud, inelegant sound that was perfect precisely because it wasn’t perfect. It was real. “But then I saw you. You came to Nevermore and you took each day as a personal challenge. You brought so much good to the academy, to the students, to the staff itself! You fixed things that I hadn’t even realized were broken. And suddenly, I felt like I wanted to change as well. I still do. I want to be better. If Nevermore, that has been stagnant for centuries can be changed for the better, why can’t I?”

The question had hung in the air, and you had understood the unsaid things hidden between the lines. Somehow, in your self-appointed crusade to make the academy a better place, you had given her hope. Hope for herself. Hope she hadn’t allowed herself to have.

That night was the night you had realized how in love you were with Larissa Weems.

Maybe, it was the night she fell in love with you, too.

Even if you were both living on campus, it had taken two full years before you had decided to move in together. Well, it was more of you going to live in Larissa’s large, luxurious principal quarters. That had come well after you two had officially announced your relationship status, first to the board, then to the staff, and finally to both students and parents.

That had been petrifying. You had been afraid and so had Larissa, even if she showed it less than you, used as she was to have her mask always firmly in place. If it came down between choosing between your relationship and Nevermore, you both knew what her first choice would be. You had explicitly talked about it. You had pulled numbers. You had checked the rulebook. You had prepared as much as possible, hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to giving up your work to stay with her.

You would have done it.

You both knew it, as much as you knew that Larissa would never give up hers.

But luck had been on your side. You had only been showered with positivity and kindness and heartfelt well-wishes. There had been no difficulties, not mutterings, nothing. The only awkward moment had been when the Addams family had expressed their felicitations by sending about a dozen severed heads “To bring horrid prosperity to the new couple”. But even that had made a wry smile come to Larissa’s face, and she had just shaken her head and had the severed ones brought to the biology lab (“Well they’re here already, might as well use them for science”).

It felt like yesterday and yet it had been seven years ago. Your tenth-year anniversary was drawing closer and closer. By now you knew each other like the back of your hand. You knew what made each other tick, you knew what brought comfort. You enjoyed simply spending time together, each immersed in their own activity, and yet able to lift your eyes and bask in each other’s company.

Which brought you to your current predicament.

She knew you suffered from nightmares, and she had told you over and over again to wake her up if you ever needed comfort after one of them. You knew that. And you knew you wouldn’t mind if the positions were reversed. Sleep be damned, if Larissa needed you, you’d stay awake for days on end.

You stretched your hand over, letting it hover in the air above her shoulder. Was this okay? Were you really allowed to? No matter how many years passed, it felt like you were back to being Larissa’s employee, waiting outside of her study, hand just about to knock on her door, wondering if you weren’t just about to waste her precious time.

You could picture her, shaking her head at you, “Don’t be silly, darling! You never disturb me.” And smile at you that precious smile, the smile she reserved for you and you alone, the smile that made her eyes light up and dance. Even just imagining – remembering – that smile gave you strength. You brought you hand down softly on her shoulder, a gentle caress, a tender touch.

“Love?” You tried to keep the pleading out of your voice. She was immediately awake, used to being on call for any emergency in the school.

“What’s it, darling? Everything alright?” Her British accent was even thicker when her voice was still wrapped in sleep. It was adorable.

“Nightmare. Could…Could you hold me?” You hated how little your voice sounded. How it had broken halfway through. You hadn’t even realized how close to tears you had been before you had woken her up, but you could feel them filling your eyes now, making her lovely silhouette wobbly in the darkness.

“Oh darling, of course. Come here.” She turned towards you, opening her arms. You lost no time diving into them, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, the soft fabric of the scarf pleasant against your forehead. “Oh darling, that bad?” You nodded against her neck. You had put up a brave face, not even realizing yourself how much the images and the sensations from your dream had shaken you.

She hummed and you could feel the vibrations against your own body. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. It was going away anyways, the dark, cold tendrils of it being chased away by the warmth of the embrace Larissa was wrapping you in.

“Very well. Then you can just relax. I am here. I have you. You are safe.” You could feel your legs entwining together, skin against skin. She had always been so warm. You nuzzled her neck further, breathing in her scent. Patchouli and black pepper and something else, something comforting and relaxing, something utterly and completely Larissa. You felt her wrap her hands around your back, pulling you tight against her soft body. You felt her lips press a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You were enveloped in a cocoon of comfort, with the world so far away, with all its burden of sadness and hatred and worries. There was nothing of that that could reach you here, in the safe nest of your lover’s arms.

One of her hands started moving up and down your back, rubbing it lightly, soothingly, hypnotically. You focused all of your attention on that, on that single, simple movement. You didn’t know how long you were there, soaking up her affection, her care, her love. Slowly, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, your breathing slowing down, until finally you fell asleep in Larissa’s arms.

You couldn’t see the small, tender smile that graced her face when she looked down at your sleeping form, nor the second, even more loving kiss she pressed on your hair.

“Sleep well, love.” She whispered in the darkness of night.

And you did.

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genghisthebrain · 4 months

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i really do relish the idea that, at christmas, wednesday addams goes to the mall to be one of santa's elves. and enid is fully convinced that this is a Really Bad Idea (because wednesday and humans never seem to be a good mix) but somehow her girlfriend manages to acquire an alarming number of children which she just. randomly starts playing with. and enid's just shocked that wednesday seems to have such a knack for it.

until she comes to the discovery that they're playing "candy cocaines" and wednesday's effectively training these children up to their lives of crime. but still. baby steps

#wait_no on ao3 #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday headcanons #christmas #fandom #i KNOW that gomez is santa as well #it's an addams tradition #(pugsley has to dress up as rudolph)

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4shotsofspooky · 2 months

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In the end we'll all become stories. Probably I would like you to be a part of mine.

P.S.: happy Valentine's Day to all darkhearted little vipers!

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nomonoke · 3 months

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What's On Netflix is not affiliated with Netflix

The Wenclair fandom is taking this rumor of this new Bruno character being a love interest for Wednesday and not realizing that the publication "What's On Netflix" is not directly affiliated with Netflix. They're essentially an independent fan site.

Please please PLEASE look into the sites that are bringing you news. This was all readily available on their website.

Until a major, reliable publication announces something (I will usually check Variety or Deadline for these, or Netflix directly), I will not believe it, and neither should you.

#wenclair #wenclair fandom #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #netflix's wednesday #netflix

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averyaddamsromance · 1 year

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@fancifulest is another valuable, amazing member of our community r/weyler on reddit and she just shared this masterpiece with us.

I couldn't stop myself to share it with you all, our wonderful Tumblr community too.

Our beloved, ICONIC woods scene, CHIBI style.

#wyler #weyler #wednesday fan art #tyler galpin #team tyler #wednesday x tyler #wednesday and tyler #wednesday tyler #tyler x wednesday #tyler wednesday #tyler and wednesday #wednesday tv show #wednesday tv series #wednesday netflix #wednesday fandom #netflix wednesday #wednesday 2022

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fluffshisuga · 1 year

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Cookies (Enid Sinclair)

My laptop restarted halfway through this and I lost all my work. Never trusting Word again. Anyway, a cute fluffy Enid fic fixes everything, right?

Warnings: None, very fluffy. I don’t think i mentioned the reader’s gender, the only proof reading i do is spell check- anyway. Mutual pinning, reader and Enid aren’t together but they act like a married couple and they 100% are in love because I said so. 2761 words of fluff and baking. The Bakery by Artic Monkeys was a must while I wrote this. Also i love Enid, she's my sweetheart, if anything happens to her its over for me

You rummaged through the cabinets in search of ingredients. Enid had come to you begging you to make cookies with her. Eventually you agreed, only to be led to the kitchen and told that the two of you would be making them from scratch. You sighed as you began your search for ingredients, a recipe on your phone on the counter. You had no idea where anything was in one of the many kitchens in the dorm, nor if they had the ingredients you needed. Enid had run off to her room to grab a few things and was no help when it came to finding things. She eventually came back with a speaker and her phone. As she was setting up the speaker on the counter and choosing a playlist, you had reached your wits end searching for the flour. “Enid?” You shouted, turning towards her as the speaker began blaring music. She walked over to you, leaning close to hear you. “Can you turn down the music, please?” You yelled, and she turned it down a bit. “Thank you. Anyway, I can’t find the flour. Any idea where it would be hiding?” You asked, watching as she furrowed her brows. She stood in place and turned her head, eventually walking over to a cabinet opposite you. “Here it is!” She beamed, grabbing the bag of flour. You looked in disbelief, “how did you find it without even looking?” She shrugged as she placed it on the counter. “Smelled it behind the spice.” You didn’t press further.

Before you started you washed your hands, reminding Enid to do the same. Then, you begin to combine the ingredients together. You watched as Enid tried to measure out the ingredients, adding extra on accident sometimes. When you had turned your back to grab milk from the fridge, Enid had found the opportunity to add extra sugar, trying to hide the fact that she may have added too much salt by accident. You had to pause the process every now and then for mini concerts, ones that you were dragged into by Enid grabbing your hand and using a spoon as a microphone. Somehow, you’re not quite sure how, but Enid had gotten herself covered in flour. You had to wipe some off her cheek when she just couldn’t get it herself, sighing as you went back to stirring the mixture. Enid had been left with flush cheeks, looking at the back of your head.

You heard a small sneeze sound from behind you, turning to see Enid looking at you with wide eyes, partially wolfed out and covered in dough from her long nails to her sleeves. You sighed as you took her arm and helped her clean herself up, trying your best to clean her sleeves but opting to just send her back to her room to grab a short sleeve shirt instead. When she returned, it was time to let the dough rise a bit. You handed Enid some cling wrap and she placed the bowl in the fridge. Next, it was time to clean up the mess that had been made. You started on the counter as Enid had supposedly begun cleaning the dishes, but at odd times you would turn around and she would be standing there looking at something on her phone.

“What are you two doing?” A cold voice sounded from the doorway, causing you to jerk your head around. Wednesday stood there, her cold gaze scanning the room. Enid jumped with joy and quickly made her way over, stretching her arms out for a hug. You watched in amusement as Wednesday held her at arm’s length, keeping herself clean and protected from Enid, who was covered in flour once again. “Wednesday! You should join us, we’re making cookies, you’ll love them!” Enid said happily, trying to pull Wednesday with her into the kitchen. “Absolutely not. It looks like a bomb went off in here, for all I know these cookies will be poisoned. And knowing you, not the good poison.” Wednesday started, glancing around at the messy counters and dishes. Enid huffed in response as she turned around, beginning to walk back to the sink. You watched as she stepped on an egg she had dropped earlier, slipping, and beginning to fall to the ground. You quickly moved from the counter you were wiping and grabbed her, sighing as you lifted her up and moving her to a safer place. Enid was left standing in shock and red cheeks as you began to casually clean up the mess on the floor, “Should have done this first. My fault, Enid.” You said as you cleaned.

Wednesday gave Enid a final look, a slight smirk on her lips as she bid the two of you farewell. Once you had finished cleaning, you opened the fridge to check the dough. “It looks like it’s ready,” you said as you took it out. Enid grabbed a cookie sheet and parchment paper as you checked the recipe again, preheating the oven. “So!” Enid said happily, clapping her hands together. “What kind of cookie shapes should we make?” You furrowed your brows as you began to think, unsure. “I might have an idea, but we can do multiple different designs to make them unique if you want?” Enid nodded her head as she grabbed her phone, opening Pinterest to search up designs. You began grabbing dough and making different sized balls, a plan in mind.

You had made three paw print cookies when Enid tapped on your shoulder. You turned as she shoved her hand in your face, showing you the way she molded the dough. It looked like a hand, like the hand turkeys you used to make as a child. It looked like she had traced her hand and then went from there, positioning the fingers in different ways. “Is that Thing?” You asked, tilting your head. Enid nodded happily as she placed it on the tray. “It is! I know he can’t actually eat cookies, but the idea kind of just showed up, you know?” You nodded in response, showing her your own cookie design in your hand. Enid’s face lit up as she saw the paw print cookie in your hand, little toe beans and everything were added. “Oh my gosh, y/n! These are SO cute!” She said happily, helping you place the cookies onto the sheet as well. With four cookies made, the two of you were left to search Pinterest together to find an idea. “What if we made one for Wednesday?” You asked, pointing to a gravestone shaped cookie you had found. Enid nodded as she tapped the image and grabbed some cookie dough. “Ok, but how do we do…that?” She asked as she tried to mold the dough. You shrugged and the two of you began to try different ways to make a gravestone.

After about five minutes, although it felt longer, the two of you had managed to make a decent looking gravestone. With a bit more cookie dough left over, the two of you began to work again on what to make. You had gone for two little ghosts, finding cookie cutters in a drawer. Enid had quickly grabbed a cookie cutter herself, a small heart. She began to secretly make a few heart cookies as you made the ghosts. You wanted them to hold hands, so once you had gotten the shapes you placed them close together on the sheet, hoping that as they baked, they would end up touching. Enid volunteered to put them in the oven so you could check to see how long the timer needed to be set, secretly adding her little hearts around the sheet. She even placed a heart between the two ghosts. Once the cookies were in the oven, the two of you began to make the icing.

You wanted to make pink icing for the paws, and you also needed a few other colours for the other cookies. Enid had gotten some food colouring and the two of you split the duties for colours. You realized that it might have been a mistake to let her do that on her own, as you looked over at her and found black icing on her nose. “What did you do, sniff it?” You asked as you took your sleeve and wiped it off her nose. Enid laughed lightly, “Maybe.” As you continued to make the icing, Enid had been checking her phone. You figured she was texting someone and had gone back to thinking about random things as you created pink in the icing. Enid was not, however, texting anyone. She had been grabbing her phone and sneaking photos of you whenever she saw you do something she deemed cute, which was basically everything you did in her eyes. She had quickly taken yet another picture, one where you had pink frosting on your cheek. She was never going to tell you and decided to wait for you to find out yourself.

The oven had eventually gone off and the two of you began to search for oven mitts. You had managed to find one, and luckily it was enough to take the whole pan out. “We should have looked for everything before we began this.” You started, frantically looking for a stand to place the pan on so you wouldn’t burn the counter. Enid shook her head as she placed a random cutting board under the pan, “Where’s the fun in that?” You sighed in response, tossing the mitt aside. While waiting for the cookies to cool, the two of you sat on the floor together, looking at your phones. You began to scroll on random sites, stopping when you saw a headline about cheesecake. Enid was spooked when you randomly shouted and dropped your phone. “Enid!” You yelled, grabbing her shoulder. “I just had my whole life ruined.”

Enid looked at you, sheer shock and confusion written all over her face. “How?” You begun to quickly explain, “I was just scrolling on Instagram. I saw a video where a guy was talking about how cheesecake wasn’t a cake and I was like, “oh, I guess that makes sense. It is more like a pie.” And I just wanted to see if cheesecake was considered pie or cake, and oh my god.” You continued rambling, eyes wide. “Guess what I found out.” Enid had a worried look still on her face, quickly responding with a “huh?” as you continued. “IT’S NEITHER. IT’S NOT A CAKE. AND IT’S NOT A PIE! IT’S A TART???” You shouted, extreme confusion on your face. Enid continued to stare at you in disbelief. She had no idea what a tart technically was, and she never even considered if cheesecake was even a cake or not. But she watched as you tried to figure out how it was a tart, and just melted at how randomly passionate you became over something so random. “So, if cheesecake is considered a tart, why does it have cake in its name?” She asked, standing up to check on the cookies. You shook your head as stood behind her. “I have no idea, but I want to know who’s in charge of cheesecake. There’s no way that they can get away with putting cake in the name, making it look like a pie, and then saying it’s actually a tart. I mean, what even is a tart?” You continued to ramble as you moved to Enid’s side, looking at the cookies. “Tart is just a fancy word for- oh wait that’s so cute!” You trailed off, looking at the cookies and how they turned out. Your eyes landed on the two ghost cookies, who were not holding a heart together. “Enid, look! They made a heart!”

Enid smiled as she looked at how well the cookies came out. The Thing cookie kept its shape and so did the gravestone, the heart she had given to the ghosts melted with their hands and made a perfect little scene. The two of you began to remove the cookies from the sheet and placed them on a plate, gathering the icing. Enid began to use the black icing first, making the little stitches on Thing while you filled out the beans of the paw prints with pink. “Should I paint his nails?” Enid asked, drawing your attention to the cookie. It seemed a bit bare still, the little stiches added detail but other than that it was plain. You nodded, placing a spot of pink icing into the index finger. “What about pink and black?” Enid nodded and quickly stole some of your icing to fill out more of the spaces, taking her own icing and giving it black nails on three fingers. You went to grab the black icing from her to use on your own cookies, bumping into her hand as she went to grab a spoonful more. Icing splattered onto your hands and face, small spots appearing on Enid’s cheeks as well. Enid laughed at you as you tried to wipe away the mess, taking the opportunity to swipe some from your cheek and tasting it. “Well, it’s sweet enough!” She laughed as she continued to decorate. You huffed in disbelief, and you continued to wipe your face.

The two of you worked on decorating Wednesday’s cookie together, adding little cracks of icing and a dead flower at the bottom. “Should we write something on the gravestone?” Enid asked, looking at the cookie. You shrugged, “Maybe just an RIP? I don’t want to make it her grave, but I don’t think we should write just a random name, you know?” Enid nodded as she wrote a small RIP on the cookie. Next, the two of you began to decorate the little ghosts, each of you adding a face to a ghost. Enid made her ghost with closed eyes with a smile and added some pink icing for blush, while your cookie looked like it was winking, pink icing added as well. Enid then began adding icing to the heart the ghosts were holding and decorating the little hearts that were left. “Look how cute they are,” She said as she held up the little ghost and their heart. “They look like us!” She beamed. Your cheeks flushed in response as you nodded, grabbing a sperate plate for them.

Once you had all the cookies decorated and everything cleaned up, you took the plate up to Enid’s dorm. “Wednesday! Thing!” Enid shouted as she opened the door, you followed her closely and carefully, so you didn’t drop the cookies. Wednesday was at her typewriter, typing away. She didn’t turn her head to look at the two of you. “If you’ve showed up to offer me a cookie, I refuse.” Enid huffed in response as she walked over, spotting Thing. You walked up as well, handing the plate to Enid so she could pick up the Thing cookie to show him. He made little dancing motions with his fingers as he looked at the cookie, running to Wednesday to try to get her attention. Wednesday looked over, annoyed, and got up from her seat. “You made a cookie that looks like Thing. Congratulations. You know he can’t eat it, right?” She said, looking down at the cookie. Enid nodded, showing the painted nails to Thing. “Yeah, but about that. How is he even alive? He doesn’t have a mouth to eat?” You asked. Wednesday only shrugged as she made her way over to you to look at the cookies. “A gravestone, how haunting.” She spoke. “And little ghosts. Is that a heart?” Enid stood up and walked over, smiling. “Yep! The little ghosts are y/n and I, aren’t they adorable?” Wednesday looked at you, her eyebrow slightly quirked. “Sure. In a gross way.” Enid’s smile grew as she grabbed the gravestone cookie. “We made this one for you, you have to take it.” Wednesday looked at the cookie, debating her options. “Fine. But if it’s gross, I will be throwing it away.” The two of you nodded as you went over to Enid’s bed to enjoy the cookies you made together.

Wednesday did not, in fact, throw the cookie away. She sat and took little bites while she typed, glancing over every now and then at her two friends. It was sickening how lovely they were to each other, yet never actually admitting that they liked each other. Yet another mystery she had to solve.

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