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𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓

REQUEST Hi hi happy new year!! I love your rowan fic (can't wait for part three) and I was wondering if you could do hc's for Wednesday characters (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Rowan, Tyler) seeing their SOs in a suit (preferably a female reader please)? thanks! — anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: AHHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST!! Hi hi happy new year I love this prompt! I'm getting maaaaaajor Kate Bishop vibes here...this is so exciting. I kind of ended up doing the suit hc + how they would act when taking you to the Rave'N, so I hope you like that bit as well :) Happy new year! I hope you enjoy it!

PAIRING: fem!reader x wednesday characters WARNINGS: two little suggestive comments, but other than that it's just fluff!

✰ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒

We all know that Wednesday is not one to show enthusiasm...or any emotions. About anything. Ever.

But when you appear in the doorway in a suit, she almost almost cracks a smile.

She recovers quickly, of course, and gives you a brisk "You look nice."

I'm just going to assume you're wearing a suit to some sort of formal event — maybe even the Rave'N

Regardless of where you're going, Wednesday sticks by your side the entire night, glaring at everyone who looks at you.

Basically she's giving everyone the silent "She's mine."

And if anyone comes up to you to flirt? Oooo boy she is threatening them with everything she has.

And after the potential flirters walk away, terrified, and you give her a surprised look, she just stares back at you like she's done absolutely nothing wrong (which, in her mind, she hasn't.)

"Wednesday, what was that?"

"A reasonable reaction to people hitting on my date. Why do you ask?"

And you can only roll your eyes at her, blushing like mad as you wrap an arm around her. "No reason."

✰ 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑

Now Enid is the exact opposite of Wednesday when it comes to this. When you pop up, girlie squeals.

As in, loud enough to make everyone cringe and cover their ears

Once again, in the opposite fashion of Wednesday, Enid takes every opportunity to show you off to everyone, so much so that you end up a little embarrassed.

"Everyone, look look look! Look at how good Y/n looks!"

"Enid."

"What? Can't I tell everyone how good my girlfriend looks?"

While not socializing, she is dragging you onto the dance floor just so that she can admire you from every angle

And every five minutes she reiterates the sentiment

"Ugh, Y/n, you look so good!"

"I know! You told me five minutes ago! And five minutes before that! And five minutes before that!"

Poor girl is sooooo down bad.

✰ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄

I feel like he'd get so thrown off by you in a suit that it'd be easy to mistake it for him not liking it.

Like, he's just so baffled that he can't properly articulate his feelings towards it.

"Y/n...you...um..."

Your heart starts to sink a little, but you cover it up with a small grin.

"That bad, huh?"

Needless to say, that gets his lips moving.

"No!" he shouts, a little too loud. "No, no of course not. You just...you look incredible."

He just genuinely forgets how to get across how drop dead gorgeous he thinks you look

And he feels sooooo much pride when you guys walk in together

He's not going to show you off verbally, but with you on his arm, he's exuding "Yeah, that's right, look at my badass sexy girlfriend."

And towards the end of the dance, you'll ask him if he's ready to go

"Ready to leave?"

"Yeah," he says, then leans in to whisper in your ear, "I really want to see what that suit looks like on the floor."

I think you know what comes after that...

✰ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖

Oh my God...this boy forgets how to speak.

The second you appear in the doorway wearing the suit, he's a stuttering mess.

He's gonna need his inhaler if he wants to get a few words out

Once he gathers himself, he'll finally tell you how amazing you look

God he feels so cool arriving at the dance with you on his arm

He's just like me...he thinks women in suits are hot.

Literally cannot take his eyes off of you the entire night

He's not much of a dancer, but if you are, he'll probably suffer for a few minutes or so. Just for you.

Plus, it's just another opportunity for him to look at you up close, which is a total win for him.

Also, he is very touchy just in general, but I imagine especially so at this dance.

When you're off to the sides, he'll keep an arm wrapped around your waist or a hand locked in yours.

If you're sitting, he'll keep a gentle hand on your knee

And when you're dancing? He will be holding your hands, waist, anything.

He just likes the feeling of security and knowing that you're there with him and you're not going anywhere.

He'll probably even pull you out of the dance a little early, just so you guys can get back to his dorm before Xavier gets there

✰ 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍

I may not know much, but I know that this man is going to get you blushing in 0.000275 seconds.

He'll momentarily be awestruck by you, but of course he'll recover pretty quickly from the shock. Then, he'll say something that'll get you all hot and bothered

"If I had known you were going to pull off a suit better than me I would've brought sweatpants."

Idk what it is about that slightly awkward, slight confident vibe he has going on, but it works

He knows how to make a gal smile, that's all I'm saying.

He'll be a proper gentleman the whole night, but he's expertly hiding how freaking good you look in that goddamn suit.

He'll probably even make some kind of "twinsies" joke...because, you know...you're both in a suit. Please laugh he'd be so embarrassed if you didn't.

You guys would be on the dance floor ALL NIGHT

You'd be tearing that shit UP don't lie

And it is so much easier to maneuver in a suit over a dress, so you best believe you guys are doing allllllll the dancey dances

The only reason you stop is when one of you is about to collapse and you need to go slam some punch for stamina.

And at the end of the night, he would pull you close just to tell you once more how absolutely amazing you look, just to see the cute lil blush that follows <3

hi! i'd like to ask a drabble on tyler galpin in which y/n is an addams (wednesday's sister/cousin) with prompts 7,22

thanks :)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there!! I think this prompts is adorbs and I literally loved writing it. I'm so sorry it took me so long — school was crazy this week, considering that musical rehearsals started on Monday, but I hope you enjoy what I wrote for ya! Thanks again for the ask! Without futher ado, let's get onto the fic!

CHARACTER: TYLER GALPIN — WEDNESDAY (2022) PROMPT #7: "Who did this to you?" PROMPT #22: FRIENDS TO LOVERS

PROMPTS 7 & 22 — FIC WARNINGS — NONE

Y/n Addams had always felt somewhat outshined by her sister. Not that Wednesday shined, of course not — she preferred to be sharpened and venomous. Y/n, on the other hand, was slightly more...romantic. While she enjoyed the doom and gloom that Wednesday surrounded herself with, she needed a break every once in a while. At times like that, she'd go outside and into the forest behind their house. Sure, it was haunted with several spirits and crawling with any number of carnivorous plants and venomous insects, but she liked the way the sun shone through the dead trees in the morning. That was the kind of stuff Wednesday could never enjoy. Wednesday was a novelist — strict, stiff, and to the point. Y/n was a poet — flowery, romantic, with a tendency towards the dramatics.

The two had been paired as roommates together at Nevermore, seeing as Y/n was the only one Wednesday could stand for long periods of time. And it was great, of course, but Y/n could feel herself going a little insane — and not in a fun way. Wednesday's side of the room was bedecked in all things dark and macabre. Y/n had gone the more sensible route, with muted jewel tones, but that didn't change the fact that whenever she turned her head slightly to the left, all of Wednesday's evil vibes would be there.

Wednesday was in the middle of working on her novel, the typewriter keys clicking away, when Y/n decided she couldn't take it. She stood up suddenly. "I'm going down to Jericho." she said, grabbing her blazer and shoes.

Wednesday didn't respond, but Y/n saw the slightest nod of her head in between typing, so she took that as a confirmation. Without another word, Y/n left the dorm, closing the door swiftly behind her.

The trek into Jericho was much needed. As Y/n headed further and further away from Nevermore, the clouds began to clear, the sun began to shine, and for a moment she got a glimpse into what it looked like to live somewhere normal.

Jericho was a quaint little town with little shops here and there. Y/n perused them (glaring at her therapist's office) before she came to a stop at a coffee place called the Weathervane.

Y/n blinked up at the coffee menu, a large sign littered with things like Iced white mocha and Caramel macchiato, and she frowned. Back at home, there was only one thing on the coffee menu: coffee. It all looked like gibberish as she scanned the menu, just trying to decode all the fancy-worded beverages up there.

"You still looking, or can I take your order?"

Y/n looked away from the menu to see a barista around her age, maybe older, with sandy blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He looked at her sort of wearily, and Y/n had a feeling that it had to do with the Nevermore blazer she was currently wearing. "Do you have...coffee?" she asked.

He looked around them. "Uh, yes. Plenty of it." he said with a laugh. "Do you want a latte or something?"

"Does that have coffee in it?"

He laughed again, becoming even more confused by her. "Yes."

"Perfect. I'll take one."

"Hot or iced?"

"Iced."

"What type of milk?"

"None."

Again he paused. "Without the milk, a latte is just straight espresso."

Espresso. I know that one. "Yes."

"So you just want...a double shot over ice?"

"Make it a quintuple shot." Y/n said with a tone of finality. Caffeine never affected her much unless in large quantities, and she could use a pick-me-up. Even if it came with tremors and the incessant urge to jump up and down until she collapsed.

The boy raised his eyebrows. "You sure? That's pretty intense." he asked. Y/n nodded and he set to work. While the espresso machine hummed, Y/n looked around the Weathervane. It was cute, almost revoltingly so. But it was just plain enough that it didn't hurt to look at. She almost felt herself smiling, but quashed that down quickly.

"How does one get a job?" she asked.

He glanced up at her from the machine. "You're looking for a job?"

"I never said that." she snapped.

"Okay, my bad." he laughed. "Well, it's pretty simple. Make a resume, hand it in, and then you'll have an interview."

"Oh." Y/n said, trying to mask her disappointment.

"Oh?" Tyler replied.

Reluctantly, Y/n explained. "I don't think I'd do well in an interview. People tend to find me strange and off-putting."

"Can't imagine why." Tyler said with a laugh. Y/n looked at him and frowned and he jumped to apologize. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—"

"I found it funny." Y/n cut him off quickly. She hated apologies. "But I'm mildly allergic to comedy."

Instead of asking for further explanation, Tyler just continued pouring espresso shots.

"And, yes, I may be looking for a job. One that I can hide from everyone — especially my sister."

"You're trying to hide a job?" he asked. Y/n didn't answer, and he continued. "Well, this one is incognito enough. All you need is an apron. You might smell like espresso constantly, but you can blame that on a caffeine addiction."

Y/n paused, thinking. "You're right about that. But there's just one problem." she said. "I don't have a resume."

"They're not hard to make. Do you have any previous work experience?"

"No."

"References?"

"No."

"...Hobbies?"

"I'm quite proficient in Voodoo and I'm heavily interested in the subject of reanimation."

Tyler paused, blowing out a breath. "Well, that's something." he said. Then, he looked around. "Look, I go on break in a couple minutes. If you want to wait, I can help you get a resume going."

Y/n considered the offer for a moment, then nodded. Tyler set down the cup in front of her and she opened her wallet, but he held out a hand to stop her. "It's on the house. Take it as a 'First Time Customer' discount."

She paused. "Thank you."

He nodded. "I'm Tyler Galpin."

"Y/n Addams." she responded.

Without another word, Y/n took her cup and slid into a booth by the window. She looked up at the steep hill leading to Nevermore and how the sun seemed to disappear the further up it went. She sipped her drink (cold and bitter, just how she liked it) and started to panic. Maybe she liked it better in the sun. That would give Wednesday a heart attack. If she ever showed up back at their dorm with a sun burn it'd send her directly into cardiac arrest. She could not let that happen. Wednesday was a force to be reckoned with.

A few minutes later, Tyler sat across from her, bringing with him a few pieces of paper and a pen. Y/n looked in confusion between him and the objects as he clicked the pen. "So you said you're proficient in...voodoo?"

A couple hours later, they had a complete draft of a resume. A few crumpled papers littered the table (trial runs that had gone rather poorly) and Y/n sat back, reading over it. "This is a good resume?"

"Sure," Tyler responded. "I mean, it's not perfect, but it's better than some others I've seen. The only thing missing is an email and a phone number."

"I don't have a phone. I'd rather die than carry around a means for the government to track me all the time." she said bluntly.

Tyler had learned by now it was better not to ask.

"I can type this up and bring it back tomorrow." she said. "I'll just need to borrow my sister's typewriter without her knowing. That should be simple enough as long as she's not lurking in the corner. She likes to lurk."

"Uh...great." Tyler said, slightly confused still. "You want to come back tomorrow and we can go over the interview thing?"

Y/n gave a deft nod and turned on her heel to go, leaving Tyler to stand there in mild awe of the interaction he'd just had. Then, she turned back around and walked back up to him. "Thank you." she said monotonously, and then turned back around to go.

She returned the next morning, and the morning after that. And the morning after that. Then, once both she and Tyler felt she had the whole interview thing in the bag, she formally submitted her application to work at the Weathervane.

And, by some miracle of the universe, she got the job.

They asked her to start immediately — Tyler volunteered to show her the ropes (because everyone else knew by then that that was a daunting task) and she got to work, sneaking out of school to work weekends and on days when she had classes in the mornings.

On one particular morning she snuck in through the back door (as per usual), hiding a long cut that stretched from her temple all the way across the apples of her cheeks — a souvenir Bianca had given her in fencing class. She hadn't had time to take a trip to the infirmary unless she wanted to be late for her shift. The job had been going on for a couple weeks now, and she actually quite enjoyed it. She helped Tyler by threatening difficult customers (despite him telling her that that's usually not the best way to go about that) and he helped her figure out how their janky espresso machine worked.

In fact, her and Tyler had gotten pretty close over those couple of weeks. They talked during breaks and he had actually managed to make her laugh out loud once her twice — and Y/n never laughed out loud. But she liked being around Tyler. He was a nice change from Wednesday's constant doom and gloom. Not that Y/n didn't love doom and gloom, but she needed a break every once in a while.

But on that day, when she left the back room and stepped onto the barista floor, she kept her head down and did her best not to let Tyler know she was there. That didn't really work, seeing at their workspace was about five-by-seven. Y/n turned to check that the pastry shelf was full and, when she turned around, Tyler stood behind her, holding a full cup of coffee in one hand. He smiled when he saw her, but it quickly fell as his eyes traced the long cut across her cheek.

"Y/n—" he said, but she didn't give him a chance to finish that thought as she pushed past him and met a customer at the register to take their order.

Tyler watched her, a crease forming between his brows as he looked at the slash that covered nearly half of her face. It looked recent, too, and that was something that freaked him out the most. So before she could set off to make the customer's order, he took her by the shirtsleeve and pulled her off to the side.

"Who did this to you?" he whispered.

Y/n just blinked. "Did what?"

Mildly irritated, Tyler brushed his thumb gently across the cut, and she winced.

Y/n sighed. "It's nothing. I was in fencing and my dueling partner got the best of me. Worse cuts happen to Rowan Laslow all the time."

"I don't care about Rowan Laslow, I care about you." he said so seriously that Y/n stopped, the breath hitching in her throat. Then, Tyler looked around the cafe for a moment, as if surveying the land, and then pulled her into the back room. He rummaged around one of the shelves and retrieved a first aid kit.

"I know how to do stitches." Y/n said.

"No way."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as Tyler looked around the small first-aid kit. Eventually she felt something akin to pity and broke her silence. "Tyler, there's nothing in there that'll help with this. I just have to let it heal."

Tyler let out a cough of a laugh, continuing to search. "You go to a messed up school, you know that?"

"Yes."

Eventually Tyler realized she was right and shut the kit, sighing. He walked over to her again, once more brushing his thumb over the cut. And while the sting made her cringe, Y/n didn't mind the feeling of his hand on the side of her face. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Only when you touch it." she said through gritted teeth.

He grinned. "Sorry."

He let go, but they stayed close together, looking at each other, silently waiting for the other to say something.

"Y/n, I—"

"We should probably—"

They both shut up to let the other speak, but that just resulted in more silence.

"You go." Y/n said.

"Oh, um," Tyler said, caught off guard, "I was just going to say that I...Y/n, I think about you a lot. Like, when I said I care about you, I meant it. And a lot of the time, when I think about you, I wish you went to school here, in Jericho. And I know you like Nevermore and all, but I just...I don't know." he trailed off. "This sounds stupid."

"I know what you mean." Y/n said, her voice flat and monotone as always. "Even though we work together, you feel like we live in two separate worlds — as painfully rom-com as that sounds."

Tyler laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Exactly."

"But we don't. Not really. I'm just up there." she said, pointing out the window towards the stormy hill that led up to Nevermore. "I know you have a moral opposition to it, but Nevermore welcomes visitors. Not that any of them ever show up, of course."

"That's not what I'm saying," Tyler replied. "I mean, sure, I'd love to visit you at school, but...Y/n, the best part of my day is when you walk through that door." he pointed to the front door of the Weathervane. "And yeah, you might think that people see you as strange and off-putting, but I don't. I never did. Well, maybe a little, but only in a good way."

The slightest stretch of a smile twitched at the corner of Y/n's mouth.

"What I'm having immense difficulty saying is—"

Y/n cut him off by standing on her toes, leaning up, and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was quick, over in an instant. When her feet were back flat on the floor, she looked up and saw Tyler's eyes had gone wide. "You were taking too long. I got impatient." she said simply.

Then, he smiled, pulling her back in for another kiss.