StirTheWaters

I write for Pookie Wednesday 😔🫶

[stirthewaters]

just a better masterlist than what I had originally :)

Wednesday Addams:

Too Sharp to Touch (main series)

Oneshots:

Hoodie

Spiders

Mi Amor

I Love You

I Can't Sleep

You Miss Her pt.1 / You Miss her pt.2

Twenty Dollars

Strawberry Flavored

Little with You

Headcanons:

Wednesday x GN Werewolf Reader

Wednesday x Sensitive Hearing GN Reader

Drabbles:

Sleep

Bad Mood

Blue

Picky Eater

VampRavenWolf

Fics:

Christmas Shopping

[stirthewaters]

Can you do cg Wednesday and she has to deal with our picky eating and we’re a bit small for our age please

Picky Eater

Word Count: 500-1k ?

Pairings: Cg Wednesday x Little Reader

Warnings: nothing!! Fluff all the way, I love cg Wednesday so much :]

AN: I love these requests so much, I got a WEE bit carried away here but I think it makes up for my lack of activity…?

Wednesday had never considered the possibility that once in her 16 years of life she’d be convincing you of all people to eat a vegetable.

Normally, you were around toddler-space, something Wednesday had become familiar with; she knew how to handle you and what you did and didn’t like, and that was what she thought was the end of it.

She could not have been more wrong.

After an eventful day full of classes and extracurriculars, when you returned to the dorm for your typical regression period you had slipped down a little more than anticipated. Wednesday at first, had thought it to be simple. Reevaluate, assess, and adjust. But no, you weren’t that simple. Regression was never simple.

You’d refused the typical socks, opting for fuzzy ones instead that made her grimace. You’d balked at the idea of coloring, instead demanding rattles and softer toys she had reserved for smaller days. You’d fussed at the offered pouch of applesauce, and Wednesday had yet to find a substitute.

Exhausting? Maybe a little. But more than anything, downright puzzling.

Now, Wednesday faced the challenge of finding a dinner option that suited this new headspace. Surprisingly, your toddler-space was much easier to appeal to. Now, the Addams was left offering any option available in a hopeless avail to please the fussy child you now were.

“Y/N, I’ve negotiated quite far with you enough. We’ve settled on the pasta, and you chose the banana slices. Vegetables are a non-negotiable.”

Wednesday frowned, readjusting the scoop of peas on the plastic fork. You sat in front of her in your booster, a black bib wrapped around your neck.

“Nuh!!” You repeated, a frown on your face. Those peas looked anything but appetizing and you’re not going to be putting those into your mouth anytime soon.

Wednesday bit back a sigh, closing her eyes to gather her patience with a reminder this wasn’t intentional. All she needed was to adjust her approach. If she couldn’t convince a child to eat a steamed vegetable than she could consider herself unfit to be a caregiver, period.

“Let’s consider this,” she started, raising an eyebrow slightly. “As a compromise, if you take five big bites of peas I’ll allow you a bottle after dinner during our story.” A decent deal in her mind, considering you typically preferred something to occupy yourself during a story.

You hesitated, considering. In your fuzzy mind, a bottle was too sweet of an offer to pass up for only five bites of peas. Even if they were detestable. Deciding to comply, you patted the table eagerly with an excitement now spurred by the promise of a bottle.

Pleased by the sudden willingness, Wednesday quickly took advantage, black nails slipping under your chin to pull it open and slip one spoonful of peas into your mouth.

“Count with me.”

One spoonful after the next Wednesday managed to coax into you, satisfaction filling her as you finally, finally complied after such a long afternoon of battles. It was especially endearing to listen to your babbled numbers: “won, too, free”.

Soon you’d finished your agreed on five bites, and Wednesday stood, wiping your face gently but firmly with a napkin, ignoring your squirms and squeals of protest.

“Let’s get you cleaned up; afterwards you’ll have your story and then straight to bed with you.” Wednesday unsnaps the bib from your neck, hauling you onto her hip with a grunt. “This is the last time I allow you to miss nap time.”

A bath full of soap bubbles later, you were tucked into fresh, clean pajamas and had a small pacifier clipped to your shirt, just in case. Wednesday herself had changed to her nightclothes, dimming the lights in the small dorm.

Settling onto her bed, Wednesday didn’t utter a word of protest as you climbed up beside her. She sat straight against the pillows, body stiff yet unmoving as you settled against her side. Your body was insufferably warm. You had your bottle, prepared as promised.

“What story do you have picked for me tonight?”

Wednesday raises an eyebrow slightly, taking the soft book from your hands with tentative fingers at the colorful pages.

“Goodnight Moon? The moon does not need to be wished goodnight. It’s a planet.” She rolls her eyes, finding it silly. Your soft, quiet giggles silenced any doubt as she gave a soft sigh, beginning to read in a deadpan, even tone.

It took little coaxing to get you to take your bottle, Wednesday’s calm voice lulling you into a content state as you nursed quietly, the only other sound in the room. The book was hardly half done before you passed out cold at her side.

Wednesday closed the book quietly, body stiff and completely still. Not daring to wake you. The bottle had been forgotten, your face tucked into her shoulder as soft breaths passed your lips. You looked truly peaceful. A look she didn’t see often, especially when big.

It took a little while before she eventually moved, lifting you slowly onto her shoulder and carrying you silently and smoothly to your own bed. You were deposited into the warm covers, tucked in neatly and silently with all the precision of a soldier.

A quiet, cold kiss on your forehead was all the goodnight she gave before the lights went out.

[stirthewaters]

THEY ARE SO HINTING 😭

[stirthewaters]

Did u guys SEE the first 6 minutes of Wednesday S2 Netflix posted?? My girlie is back oml 🙏😭

[stirthewaters]

Too Sharp to Touch pt. 13

Word Count: 1.5k Summary: You and Wednesday break into the hunting store to uncover more clues. A horrifying discovery is uncovered. Warnings: Gun mentions, idk tbh Pairings: Wednesday x Reader A/N: I am soooo sorry for the long ass break 😭 Too Sharp to Touch Masterlist

The key slid into the lock with a click so soft it was almost tender.

Wednesday presses the door open and slips into the hunting store first, her steps silent against the worn wooden floor. You followed close behind, pulling the door shut with trembling fingers. The hunting store was hollowed out at night—rifles gleaming cold on the walls, animal heads staring blankly from dusty plaques. The air smelled of oil, leather, and something acrid underneath.

Wednesday didn’t look back. She didn’t need to.

Your presence, a tangible weight behind her — jittery, electric.

It crawls up Wednesday’s spine, demanding attention she did not want to give.

She moves through the store, slicing through the dark like a knife. She knew where the records would be kept: behind cheap locked doors and cheaper locks in the back offices.

Kneeling before the office door, the Addams produced her lockpicks, keeping her movements silent, precise, and practiced. She felt you hovering behind her — too close, too warm.

“Stay close,” Wednesday muttered, softer than she wanted it to sound.

An unnecessary precaution.

You were already so close Wednesday could smell the faint scent of your shampoo — something clean, something that didn’t belong in a place like this.

The lock gave way with a reluctant snick, and the two of you slipped inside.

It was a cramped, miserable little office: metal cabinets, a battered desk, a computer buzzing to itself in the corner. Paperwork strewn like dead leaves across every surface.

Wednesday closed the door and clicked on her penlight, keeping the beam narrow.

“Start with the desk,” she said. Her voice came out clipped. Cold.

Good. She needed the distance.

You moved to the desk without argument. Your hands shook slightly.

Wednesday ignored the strange ache in her chest at the sight.

She turned to the filing cabinets, yanking them open one by one. It should have been simple. Catalog. Analyze. Extract. But you kept catching in her periphery — a soft outline, small and quick and breathing too fast.

Distracting. Dangerous.

Wednesday forced herself to focus. Her fingers combed through receipts, invoices, supply orders. Most of it was mundane. Tedious.

Until your soft gasp cut through the silence.

“Got something,” You whispered.

Wednesday was at your side in a heartbeat, penlight tilting down to observe like pinning a butterfly.

A stack of orders.

Darts.

Syringes.

Crates labeled SPECIMEN HANDLING. Shoved behind cases of arrows and mounts. Hidden.

Your brow furrowed. Confused. Vulnerable.

Wednesday swallowed the sharp taste rising in her mouth.

“This could just be for animals,” You offered— you sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.

Wednesday said nothing.

They dug deeper.

The smell of rot grew worse.

More papers: lists of modified equipment. Cages. Restraints. Reinforced to withstand superhuman strength. The raven knew for a fact those bars were thicker than the average cage.

Wednesday felt a knot tightening low in her stomach.

No — not her stomach.

Something deeper. Something old.

Another file — slim, hidden between invoices.

You tugged it free, flipping it open with trembling fingers.

Inside, a typed document: SERUM 11-X: Handling and Application Notes.

You skim it; Wednesday could see the rise and fall of your chest.

Dosages listed for subjects weighing 80-120 pounds.

Instructions for “immediate restraint following injection.”

Warning: “Instability in high-powered specimens.”

Specimens.

Subjects.

“It’s just some kind of tranquilizer,” you remark so softly the Addams almost doesn’t catch it.

Wednesday forced herself to move slowly. Deliberately.

She peels the document from your hands, turning toward the ancient computer.

Jiggles the mouse experimentally.

A flicker. Login screen bypassed. Shipping logs opened. Lines of inventory fill the screen.

Rows and rows of shipments appeared.

Some were normal — bulk ammo, standard rifles.

Others were more… unusual.

You leaned in, shoulder brushing Wednesday’s. Neither of you move away.

“Subjects delivered to site on…” You read aloud, voice growing softer. “Return condition: unstable. Failed integration.”

Failed integration?

“What the hell does that mean?” you whisper.

Wednesday stays silent, her face expressionless. Thinking.

You move to another set of papers on the desk, searching for sense.

A page falls free from a file. Handwritten notes — messy, frantic:

Trial 6: Resulted in partial power absorption. Subject unstable. Extensive tissue degradation.

Trial 7: Temporary suppression successful. Symptoms include identity fragmentation, and loss of special abilities.

Wednesday stares at the words until they blur.

Suppression.

Absorption.

Not just capturing outcasts.

Changing them.

Stealing from them.

Wednesday feels something cold crawl up her spine — colder than the storm waiting outside. You lean in close, so close the Addams can feel the heat of your body against her side.

She doesn’t move away. She can’t.

The tension twists inside her, unfamiliar and sharp.

Not fear. Not anger. Something worse.

Something weaker.

You flip through another file. Handwritten notes. Trial results. Partial power absorption. Identity fragmentation.

You back away, the papers slipping from your fingers.

“No,” you whisper. “No, this can’t—”

Wednesday watches you, heart thudding too hard in her chest. She wanted to reach out. Pull you in. Protect.

It was stupid. It was dangerous. It was softer than anything Wednesday allowed herself to be. She stayed rooted where she was.

Barely.

“They’re trying to erase Outcasts,” You murmur, voice barely above a breath.

Wednesday’s chest tightened painfully.

“They’re trying to make us human,” You finish, voice hushed as if even you didn’t want to admit it.

A noise outside. Footsteps.

Wednesday didn’t hesitate. She grabs your wrist without thought, yanking you toward the stockroom; you stumbled after her, too shocked to protest. The Addams drags you through the maze of crates and shelves, heart hammering against her ribs. The back door.

Freedom.

She kicks it open, shoves you into the chilled night air, and follows. Dead leaves crunch beneath your boots, the cold nipping at exposed skin. Wednesday doesn’t stop until you’re buried deep between two alley walls, hidden in the shadows.

She backs you against the bricks, shielding you with a sense deep within her that even she couldn’t name, your breathing ragged in her ears. You waited.

The danger passed.

Finally — finally — she eased back, enough to look at your face. Moonlight silvers your hair, catching the terror still lingering in your wide eyes.

Wednesday’s hand lingers at your side, somehow wanting to reach out, to tether you back to herself.

But she doesn’t.

She can’t.

Instead, she says flatly, softly.

“We’re not dealing with hunters.”

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The cold clings to both of you as you creep through the woods.

Your breath puffs in frantic bursts beside her, too loud in the suffocating quiet. Wednesday’s steps are soundless. Deliberate. Above you, the clouds drag themselves over the moon, covering the world in near-total darkness.

It suits Wednesday fine.

It keeps her focus sharp.

It keeps her from looking at you too long — at the shivers racking your body, at the way you kept brushing her hand against her sleeve like you don’t know what else to hold onto.

Wednesday’s jaw clenches.

Weakness. Distraction.

But the thought tasted bitter now.

She slowed her pace by a fraction, just enough that you can match her without tripping over roots or fallen branches. She’d thought your werewolf senses would be better than this.

The iron gates of Nevermore loom ahead, black against black. A familiar thrill prickles down Wednesday’s spine — the dangerous, delicious pulse of doing something she shouldn’t.

Normally, she relished it.

Tonight, it was tempered by the steady ache of your presence beside her.

You approached the side wall — the section she knew was never patrolled after curfew. You hesitate, glancing up at the slick stone.

Wednesday crouches low, weaving her fingers together to form a step.

You blinked at her.

“Boost,” Wednesday said simply, voice sharper than she intended.

You hesitated again, chewing your lip — and then places her boot in Wednesday’s hands.

You’re even lighter than you look.

Wednesday hoists you upward with a grunt that she immediately regretted — inelegant, too human. You scrambled up, struggling for a grip on the icy stone. Your foot slipped, just once, scraping hard against the wall.

Wednesday moved before thinking. Her hands found your waist, steadying you.

Warm.

Fragile.

Alive.

“Hold still,” Wednesday ordered, voice low and fierce.

You obeyed without question.

Wednesday guided you higher, shoving down the treacherous instinct to keep holding on. You managed to hook yourself over the wall and tumble onto the other side with a soft oof. Wednesday scaled it herself in three swift movements, landing in a crouch beside you. The two of you duck low, moving quickly across the shadowed grounds toward the dormitories. The school looms above you, windows dark, stone heavy.

Safe.

For now.

Neither of you speak as you slip through an unlocked maintenance door. Your footsteps are damp echoes against the old tiled floors. Wednesday leads you back toward her dorm, each step winding tighter and tighter in her chest.

You stumbled once, and Wednesday reached out — caught her — fingers tightening on her jacket sleeve without meaning to. You stiffened. Wednesday let go immediately, forcing her hands to curl into fists at her sides.

And deep inside her chest, where Wednesday believed she had only bone and blackened blood - something alive flinched.

Taglist:

@idkjustliving2 @alexkolax @tekanparadiae

[stirthewaters]

Ok bringing back TSTT for real this time 😍🙏

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Even the calendar knows what’s up

[willapaws]

heya, just wondering if u could change your pfp? It’s my art and seeing as it isn’t credited I’d prefer you didn’t use it :<

hello 、 ! ahh 、 i ' m so sorry ! if you want to 、 i can credit you ! but it is totally okay if

you still want me 2 change my pfp ! i wouldn 't

mind ! thank you for being nice instead of

threatening me ! i ' ll wait for your response !

[stirthewaters]

As long as u credit im totally fine with it!

[stirthewaters]

Hey for anyone interested in the Wednesday agere fandom there’s an author on Wattpad that makes amazing content! I love their works so much and you should definitely check them out because they have so many stories dedicated to it! Please go check them out and give them lots of love!

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THATS ME

[stirthewaters]

HI LUKE OMG??

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Hey for anyone interested in the Wednesday agere fandom there’s an author on Wattpad that makes amazing content! I love their works so much and you should definitely check them out because they have so many stories dedicated to it! Please go check them out and give them lots of love!

[rachelsfav-queer]

Didnt know Yoko x Wednesday x Enid had a ship name. Found out on your bio, also nice to find someone else who likes the ship! Even more given Yoko won't be in season 2 aparently D:

Yeah, the ship name was actually created by my moot @caitlynskitten / @caitlynsdog!! She’s incredibly talented and deserves a lot of credit for being a huge part of creating the whole VampRavenWolf au! Along with @hellfiresmanicfae @stirthewaters @707bot1 @liquidsnace plus many others & anons that were a huge part of creating so much amazing content with my favorite trio! So they deserve so much credit as well!

If you want to see more stuff for the trio from our whole au, just check out #vampravenwolf and you’ll find content from all the back in November of last year! I hope you enjoy 🥰

And trust me, we all will very dearly miss Yoko, but she lives on in the fandom and here with all my fics and stuff!

[stirthewaters]

Uh oh

[stirthewaters]

No more cg Wednesday and lil regressor reader…?🥺

Sorry for the wait, anon 😔 I’ve been absolutely swamped lately since we’re moving and there’s a bunch of stuff to do alongside with getting art + TSTT out. I genuinely am not sure what to write for another cg Wednesday chapter so if anyone wants to send in a request for that I’d be really grateful :))

Again sorry guys for the inactivity, I’m gonna get up and running again soon, I promise.

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