a lot of people are saying that wednesday would hate pda but she is the absolute queen of not caring about what other would think personally i think she'd love kissing in the middle of the canteen like
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader / Enid Sinclair x sibling!reader
Summary: Wednesday discovers that she likes it when you make her blush hates you.
Warnings: just fluff and kissing I believe. Probably ooc Wednesday again.
Word Count: 1.0k
Wednesday almost stabbed you when you dragged her into a supply closet.
You had intercepted her walk to her next lesson with Miss Thornhill. Before she could say anything you kissed her and she melted ever so slightly. Her hands came up to your face, holding your cheeks with her soft hands as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
When you broke away, she stared at you in confusion as if she was telling you to explain the reasoning behind your actions. “You looked stressed at lunch.” You shrugged. All this talk of figuring out who The Hyde is and Gomez being arrested for murder. “I wanted to help.”
“So you dragged me into the janitor’s closet to kiss me?” Wednesday scoffed, her heart beating far too fast. She reached for the light and you gasped, tilting your head. “What?” She asked.
“You…” You pulled a mirror out of your bag and handed it to her.
Wednesday looked at you skeptically before looking down and also gasping. “What’s happening to me?” She asked dramatically, pinching and moving her cheeks. “Why is there colour on my face?” Wednesday frowned. I opened my mouth to speak, but she rushed out of the closet to Enid.
You sighed and left the closet after, turning to Rowan, Ajax, and Xavier who laughed. “That’s gotta be a metaphor or something.” Xavier said and you looked up at the sign that read ‘CLOSET’ above you. “Congrats on coming out of the closet, y/n.” He nodded to you. You held up your middle finger at them, walking to your dorm.
You didn’t see Wednesday for nearly a week after that. Clearly had blushing spooked her because she also had not been attending her lessons. You went to confront your sister about it, but she just squealed and ran away. She was no help whatsoever.
Finally, on Friday, five days later, you sat down for lunch with your friends and your sister. She leaned over and whispered. “Wednesday is mad at you for making her blush and if she finds out that I’m telling you this she will ‘up out my larynx and tear off your auricles,’ okay? So don’t tell her.” She pointed a breadstick at you.
“Hm.” You said proudly, holding your head up high. “Tell me everything.”
“Well…” Enid started.
‘Wednesday rushed to her dorm and slammed the door shut, startling Enid. She looked in your compact mirror once more, looking distraught. “Help me.” Wednesday said to Enid when she stood up and made her way over.
“What exactly do you need help with?” Enid asked in confusion.
“My face has colour. Get it off.” Wednesday said seriously with a glare. Enid froze for a second before doubling over in a fit of laughter. Wednesday squinted at her in annoyance ask Enid wiped her tears.
The laughter didn’t stop for three more minutes before Enid started wheezing. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny.” She struggled for breath. “It’s just… you’re blushing!” Enid said.
“No.” Wednesday shook her head in denial. “…How do I stop?”
“You can’t.” Enid said when she calmed down a little, giggling softly. “Who made you blush?” She then asked.
Wednesday hesitated slightly with a frown. “y/n did.” She said. Enid heaved out a breath. “They dragged me into the supply closet and kissed me, then I just…” She motioned to her face. “My cheeks started overheating and my stomach feels like I just swallowed a bunch of black widow spiders.”
“You and y/n?” Enid gasped in shock, jumping up and down, hitherto stopping with a glare. “If you hurt them I will hurt you back.” She pointed. “So hard.”
“Enid, you’re about as threatening as that green, singing chipmunk.” Wednesday deadpanned, her blush fading. “Tell anyone about this, especially y/n and I will feed you to the wolves.” She threatened. “Hear me?”
“Loud and clear.” Enid saluted.’
“Holy shit.” Xavier laughed from across the table having eavesdropped on the two of you. “I don’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that you made Wednesday blush or the fact that you’ve been hooking up with her.”
“We don’t ‘hook up’ we just kiss sometimes… for fun.” You shook your head, looking down. “Where is she now?”
“Probably in our dorm, writing something.” Enid shrugged.
You jumped up, grabbing your bag and making your way to your sister’s dorm. You knocked on the door rapidly, not waiting for a response before barging in. Wednesday looked at you wide-eyed before averting them to the wall. You walked up to her and looked down. “Wednesday, look at me.” You ordered.
“I hate you.” Wednesday murmured. “I hate how soft your lips are, I hate your stupid laugh, I hate how you smile at me from across a classroom, I hate how you make me feel things that I don’t understand and feel can’t control, I hate how stupidly pretty your face is. I. Hate. You.” Wednesday took in a deep breath after she stopped, looking at me now.
“Are you done?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
“As a matter a fact, no, I am not.” She said. “I hate how you ask to hug me because you know I don’t like physical contact, and how you braid my hair. I hate how you don’t eat meat on the days that you kiss me because I’m a vegetarian, and how you also put a bottle of water on my bedside table for when I wake up from good dreams. And I hate how you’re so happy all of the time. So much so that it balances me out.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
Your lips connected in a first kiss, teeth clashing against each other hurriedly. Like you were scared that the other would disappear when you broke apart. You kissed like every emotion that you had felt because of Wednesday was spilling out all at once. Your counterpart’s hands got tangled in your hair as you pulled her forward by the waist she mumbled your name as you kissed her neck, leaving a tattooed kiss where your lips once were.
a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol
summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.
You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events.
Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.
As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.
So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.
The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)
She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.
The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.
The rest was history.
You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.
“Uh. Hi?”
Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”
You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.
“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.
“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.
You didn't know where that came from.
“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”
“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”
Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form.
Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.
Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”
“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”
She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon.
Could I request a Kate blurb/hc where Kate and reader were friends for years, and then Kate meets Clint and finds out that y/n was actually an avenger?
I feel like she would go through several stages of shock 😂
HELLOOOO i am so so sorry this took so longJHDSKJD i love this prompt and i swear i've been meaning to write it for MONTHS but i completely forgot,,, anyway thank you for requesting!! posted here
pairing: kate bishop x reader
summary: disguises are important. ESPECIALLY when your girlfriend walks in on you talking to her favorite superhero-slash-mentor.
notes: anon didn’t specify whether their relationship was romantic or not but i haven’t written romance in a hot minute so why not !!! requested!
also posted on ao3
Kate hears distinct chatter coming from the roof as she climbs up the stairs. As she nears the door to the roof, she has a gut-feeling that she recognizes the voice that wasn’t Clints. She shrugs it off and opens the door, focusing on Clint first.
“Hey! I got your text, it sounded pretty serious–but I’m not sure you need.. Me… Uh-” Kate slows down when she sees who was talking to Clint. You freeze up, realizing that you’d taken off your mask earlier and forgot to put it back on. Without missing a beat, you quickly search your pockets for it, slapping it on your face haphazardly as soon as you find it.
Clint purses his lips as Kate walks up to you and carefully peels the mask off your face. “Babe. I already saw you. Don’t even try.” She sounds serious, but you could see the hint of excitement in her eyes. You laugh awkwardly, looking to Clint for help. He does nothing, instead walking away to give you and Kate some space.
You look back at Kate, smiling. Your brain runs a billion miles per hour trying to think of something–anything to say to her. “Er, uh, Katie, look, I can explain–” You inhale deeply, blushing hard when you realize Kate’s been holding your face this whole time. She stays quiet, her stare piercing into your soul.
“Okay, uh, please don’t be mad! I know I said I had plans with a friend today, and I did–Clint was the one who called me with a ‘big emergency’.” You pause for a second to look at Clint. “A bank robbery is NOT an ‘avengers-level threat’ by the way!” You yell, Clint rolls his eyes. “It's a super-powered bank robbery!” He yells back. You give up, looking back at Kate.
“I promise, I was gonna tell you about all of this!” You frown, Kate raises her eyebrow. “..but you became a superhero too! So I held off for a bit, I was thinking you’d understand!” You grin slightly, growing worried at Kate’s silence. “I–I understand if you’re mad at me, I should’ve told you a lot sooner but I was kinda worried you wouldn’t like me if I did. I know you love superheroes and stuff–Actually, now that I think about it, you kind of just like Hawkeye. Either way, I wasn’t sure what you’d think of me after you find out about all my powers and stuff!”
Kate rolled her eyes, grinning wide. You were a bit confused, and she could tell. Kate gives you a big kiss before exploding with every thought and question that crossed her mind. You laughed, feeling a little stupid that Kate Bishop would be mad at you for being a superhero.
“Okay, girls. I know you two are having a moment but there’s a bunch of super-powered people robbing a bank right now!” Clint reminds the two of you. Kate groans, knowing that her questions have to wait.
“Don’t worry, babe, we have all the time in the world for your questions.” You grin, kissing her on the cheek before putting your mask back on and rushing to stop the robbery. Kate follows quickly, excited to see you put your powers to use.She’d known of you–or, your superhero-sona from watching the news. It’s just more special now that she knows you’re the one saving the city over and over.
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