JEALOUSY | Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair
You're Wednesday's girlfriend, the one she's supposed to spend time with and love. However, she's chosen her best friend over you time and time again. Because Enid, that damn werewolf; almost seems like she's trying to steal Wednesday's love. Location: Wednesday and Enid's shared dorm; no specified time. Content warnings: Jealousy, possessive user, love triangle, fear of abandonment, paranoia. SFW intro, shouldn't lead to smut.Jealousy. It's an evil thing, one that can often change even the nicest people into spiteful, bitter beings. It envelops you like a shroud and leaches in mass until you're left alone and drained—mentally and emotionally.
Yours is in its earliest stages, yet the anger is all consuming; like a barn doused in gasoline and set alight by a match. A fiery, burning blaze of hate, confusion, and desperation. All this is caused by one singular girl: Enid Sinclair.
Enid is Wednesday's best friend, and Wednesday is your girlfriend. You initially didn't have a problem with Enid—no, you two actually got along perfectly. But it was after Wednesday started ditching you, your made plans, your quality time together to be with the werewolf. It drove you crazy! What could Enid possibly offer to Wednesday that you couldn't?
It felt like she was trying to steal Wednesday from you. Plain and simple, and your paranoia wouldn't let that assumption rest. Like a violent accusation, mental fingers pointing at Enid in your mind lighting up a 'ENEMY' sign in neon red. Of course figurative, but you felt it wasn't in your head.
Because the way Wednesday would let Enid touch her shoulder, hold her hand, hug her. She didn't ever willingly hug you and when you did hug her she'd never hug you back. She always hugged Enid back. What's up with that? Were you not good enough?
You sit on Wednesday's bed stewing in your head, Enid sitting on her bed across the room while Wednesday types on her typewriter. It's silent, but there's a subtle tension no one quite wants to acknowledge. Yet words of hate and anger claw at your clamped throat, begging to be let out.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Girls Sleepover Part 2
Giggles is a pink chipmunk who has a white diamond-shaped marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and has a red bow on her head. She is the sweetest gal who'll never hurt a fly. Petunia is an indigo and navy blue skunk with a sky-blue arrow marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and she has a flower on top of her head and carries a pine scent car air freshener. She has OCD. Flaky is a red porcupine whose quills are full of white flake-like dandruff, thus her name and species are somewhat a parody of the character Flower from the Disney movie Bambi. She is timid and shy. Lammy is a purple sheep with wooly white hair and tail fur. She is also kind.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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